#(i hope others start sending asks!)

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

Hello, everyone! I have a quick request to make!

Please interact with this post if you’re doing F/Ovember this year! (2023)

(This can be a like, a reply, or a reblog - it’s up to you!)

For those looking for fellow selfshippers taking part, or who just want to send people asks for the event, look no further than the notes of this post! I hope that everyone has a lovely time, no matter how they participate ^-^

(anyone is welcome to interact with this post, as long as my DNI is respected!)

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

ok this is a deeply deeply weird manifesto and i'm sorry but i feel suddenly very burdened to say it so. if you felt like we were friends and i unfollowed you, this is for you. (don't be scared this is not about problems with anyone this is just my mess. that I think is ok to have which is why I'm talking about it)

so I joined tumblr in 2020 when a) the world was isolated b) I had just moved to a new city and was living alone taking Zoom classes in my apartment. what started as a mindless distraction became such a lifeline of connection and friendship! and still such a support as things started to open back up and get busier in 2021, when I was teaching and in class in person but still struggling for close in-person friendships. I know the group dynamic on here has shifted a number of times, as some of you probably experienced from various vantage points. my use of tumblr has shifted too, on and off, as I've needed different things out of it and been in different spiritual and emotional states. and I've kind of come to realize that I probably threw myself in too eagerly in some ways. it was so exciting to have actual friends on here and for them to actually turn into friends in person, that honestly I maybe prized that dynamic too much for what it symbolized over actually valuing the people. I'm sorry for doing that.

anyway, that worked fine for a bit, but as (glory be to God) I've become much more plugged into my in-person community in the last couple years, I've felt more and more emotionally strained. I've taken up a new attitude towards my family that's much more in line with God, but also much more draining as it means I have to just pour out in prayer and love and wait with patient sorrow over some things rather than fighting and defending my perspective as always right and necessary; and then there's the church-related grief my family has gone through over the last year. I've had a very delicate and difficult friendship that pulled up a lot of unresolved stuff from a college situation and felt endlessly wearying at times. I've had another issue from college recur in a way I thought had been healthily resolved years ago. I've had this whole roommate marriage situation that as y'all know is a very weird trial and pressure. My church has been dealing with a strange and tough ongoing struggle that was already stressing me out before I started working there. My small group has been amazing and I've loved connecting with and relying on them more, but that connection also means more fully bearing the griefs of a lot of different people dealing with the different struggles of life. My advisor situation has been so weird and tough, making my academic work really hard, and then this recent church work has been fulfilling but physically and often mentally exhausting. My future location, work, and community is up in the air after a few years of stability. (I really didn't mean to make this a recitation of my woes, but honestly it's really helpful to see it all written out here; helps explain my deep deep exhaustion, I guess.)

If I ever followed you on tumblr, I love you. In a number of different ways. I feel fondness at the thought of you and at your presence; I want to know you more fully; I desire the good for you; and I find my well-being to be, at least a little bit, tied up with yours. That last one is the rub. As I'm sorting through all the callings and duties in my life, trying to identify what counts as changing my tires versus what wears my tires out, I've found that my tumblr dashboard can switch back and forth very unpredictably between one thing and the other. Often it's a delight to come on here and find my friends and the cool things we're showing each other and the joys and sorrows and goofy moments of our lives! But at other times, when what I desperately need is an escape and rest and humor to provide solace from in-person cares, I find myself pricked all over again by the sorrow of the world and the stress of sin--or even just irritated by stuff I find irrelevant or disagree with or don't want to be reminded of.

To be clear, I'm not saying anyone's doing anything wrong on here. The opposite; I love the freedom y'all have to seek out what helps you, whether that's a lot of facts and ideas or a lot of goofy content or recipes or weird TV or music or venting about life or seeking prayer or advice! We all have the freedom and responsibility to determine how to use the tools we have to aid us in pursuing the good, whether the good is a quick laugh or building up virtue. But I think for me, at this point in my life, my duty and calling has swung back towards my in-person connections in a variety of ways, and I have to honor that.

The lie of infinity that the internet offers is just that--a lie. for me, that lie right now is being laid bare in my inability to have infinite care for everyone whose path I cross. I could follow everyone on here whom I'm endeared to, could keep messaging and replying and building relationships, but it would be a lie to think I can offer that love and care to everyone I would like to. In-person friendships are limited by physical proximity and time; online friendships can't be unlimited either. I need to apologize for acting as though they could be, and committing myself beyond my limits; but also, my life has really changed, and I'm not going to be caught either by the lie that online is only worthwhile if it's permanent.

I want to be clear that I value the connections I've had with you. I've loved exchanging mail and phone calls, messaging fun things back and forth, being online at the same time or learning about your day after the fact. Please know, also, that I have gone to war in prayer for you, and I continue to do so. I wish that I knew how to love widely without feeling pulled apart and worn down, by difference and sorrow and sin (mine and yours). I hope God is sanctifying me toward that end. But right now I'm fairly convinced I need to honor my calling to in-person friendships; I need to protect my mind and heart from even little pricks and distractions, so that I can keep my desires in order and use my energy for prayer and Scripture and to do good work and love the people God's made my physical neighbors. I really do love you, and I wish we had infinite time to talk and think together. I'm so excited to be with y'all in heaven forever. And who knows--maybe my life will shift yet again (it's looking likely) and I'll have a ton of spare energy and love and will come sheepishly back looking to connect with you again. We'll see. You deserve love and attention and connection, in person and online, and I'm sorry that--at least as it feels to me--I held out the promise of giving you that and then had to withdraw it.

so. there's all that. My dash is super quiet these days, thwarting my dopamine search but pushing me towards texting friends, towards meditating more fully on Scripture, towards praying over my work and burdens. I hope you can understand and maybe even be glad that, God willing, this is how I'm able and needing to work for the kingdom right now. love you love you

[shkika]

A little scared to send this admittedly but you’re one of the main reasons I got into art. I found your comics when I was kinda in a rough spot in life but they always cheered me up and inspired me to start drawing myself, I love your designs so much and many of my first drawing are of your iterators. It’s starting to get close to 1 year since I began and you’re a huge inspiration to me so I wanted to thank you for being super cool and making amazing art

Thank you so much for the kind words! Here's a little gift from me ^^

It's an honor to hear that not only you enjoy my work, but it's also made you start drawing. Genuinely it means the world to me. Congrats on a year of making art! I hope many many more come to follow!

[muzzlemouths]

Been a while since I asked anything. How do the DMD boys feel about holidays like Labor Day, Memorial Day, and the 4th of July?

Star idk how this keeps happening but I was literally in the process of answering your last ask when you sent in this one lmao

They weren't a big fan of (minor) holidays, actually! If you've ever worked retail during a holiday you know how taxing it can be, and that's with other employees there to help! Holidays in the mall meant Sun and Moon were running around from the second it opened down to the exit of the very last customer, navigating through enormous crowds there for blowout sales and managing unruly customers. It's a rough day with very little reward.

The bigger holidays were different. It was easier for them to keep a level head when the overall mood was festive, even if it was still managed chaos.

[introspectivememories]

if you were to ask the family what secrets tim had, the answers would range from "not straight" (steph) to "secretly a vampire and that's why grandfather is obsessed with him" (damian). a secret husband was never on the list. (combat medic!bear x rr!tim. classic shot in the throat fic, now with the added bonus of everyone finding out that tim has a secret husband.)

It's been a long time since Tim Drake really knew Bernard Dowd. One hospital visit later, Tim realizes just how much catching up he has to do. (picks up right at the end of the saccrifice. uhh i just wanted tim to be jealous that other people knew bear better than he did.)

Vigilantism is not exactly conducive to a healthy relationship. Bernard and Tim pay the price. (summertime sadness is not the name of the fic. a lyric from that song is the name of the fic. it's just ostentatiously long. anyway BREAKUP FIC BREAKUP FIC BREAKUP FIC! yes they're breaking up, no they dont want to, yes it's happening anyway)

when you think of love do you think of pain? (bear and tim go to children's charity gala together -> bear gets kidnapped with other children -> tim finds him a week later -> ooh my boyfriend has some serious mental illnesses about the cult -> ooh, we should've talked about this before)

tim says "i'll die for you", way too often. one bruised red robin bleeding on their wooden floors later, bernard has had enough. (that title is still a work in progress but according to g.trans, it means i want to live. but newayz, i just wanted to play with the idea of someone willing to die for you and what that would mean for bear, who's already had a loved one die on him. also the superhero ideal of dying for someone bc that means that someone loved you enough to take your place vs. the civilian ideal of growing old together, fight!)

[great-tusk]

ughhh I need to stop having mental breakdowns over little things.

[onepiece-polls]

I love your polls and it’s great you try to be on both sides to give fair chance to everyone, but the way you talked about shanks/buggy is crazy They’re fine together but in canon they’re brothers and your shipping googles got so tight you actually sounded like you could believe they’re anywhere close to canon which is u know stupid af

lmao, okay, this came out of nowhere 😂 Like... I talked about that months ago. But okay.

Anyway, Shuggy is canon. They're making out behind you right now.

[coollyinterferes]

"Back by unpopular demand:"

"Us!"

[lesbiantaylorswiftstan]

i'm actually really excited for school to start up again, but i also really hope that it isn't a repeat of the winter 2024 semester because that was b a d mental health-wise

[princessmyriad]

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[tomaturtles]

I loved your ship drawings of Metal x Amy and Speedy x Amy! I would like to see more of them! X3

WAAA THANK YOU i have nothing new for either but. here's a speedamy I apparently never posted? They're stranded together :]

[miodiodavinci]

oscillating rapidly and producing a low tone in the note of c

[allylikethecat]

i would love if you did either 22, 24, or 30 for george and matty! (i love the ones you write all medical and angsty but i love all of them tbh)

Hello Kind Anon who sent in these fantastic and lovely Kiss Prompt Request my way in August!

I apologize profusely that it took me literal months to fulfill this request. I originally wrote a fill for this in Septemberish, then worried it was too rushed and also too dark / dealt with some stuff that was going to be *too much* for a prompt fill, then, started rewriting the dark and too much theme as a longer form fic, got nervous that I was going to get cancelled for it and abandoned the idea, AND THEN every time I came BACK to this to fill it, I kept circling back to where I had started (and maybe one day I'll finish that idea because wow it hurt so good). BUT I finally wrote something and it is not the medical angst that you requested or I intended but hopefully you're still here and will see this fill and enjoy it!! If you absolutely hate it though please let me know and I will rewrite you something new and better because I feel bad that it took so long. And on that note... I wrote about 95% of this a few days ago, then went to a NYE party last night and met an actual pilot and found out most of this is very inaccurate... I tried to change it some but alas how it would go down in real life was not dramatic enough for me so we have the TV version of oxygen masks dropping on a plane.

Thank you so much again for sending this in, and I am so sorry again for taking months to fill your request. I hope you enjoy it, and I also want to thank you so much for reading and your support! I hope you have a very happy New Year! (If anyone else wants to send prompts the Kiss Prompts list can be found here, and the ones I have already filled can be found here)

❤️Ally

WARNING: Matty and George are on a plane that experiences rapid depressurization

22. Kiss … in a rush of adrenaline & 24. Kiss … in danger & 30. Kiss ... as comfort

George woke up to a kink in his neck and Matty’s blunt nails digging painfully into his wrist, his eyes wild as the plane rocked, his empty can of coke tumbling off of his tray and rolling down the aisle. George opened his mouth to assure Matty that they had just hit a patch of turbulence, and that everything was fine, there was no need to panic when a loud bang echoed throughout the plane and the oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling.  

George reached up, feeling eerily calm despite the roaring in his ears, the airline safety spiel he had heard hundreds of times in his life replaying in his mind as he fitted the mask over his face. Should an emergency situation occur, you need to put your own oxygen mask on first, before attempting to help those around you. He wrinkled his nose at the burning smell as he inhaled, wondering if it was from the chemical reaction creating the oxygen, or if it was from the plane itself. He looked over, and found Matty frozen in place, staring at the oxygen mask dangling in front of him like it was going to bite him, or suffocate him instead of sustaining life. 

Ladies and gentlemen please sit down and fasten your seat belts immediately. Came the flight attendant’s voice, ringing clear, yet urgently over the plane’s announcement system. George reached over and tugged Matty’s oxygen mask down towards his head, starting the chemical reaction to begin the flow of oxygen before pulling it down over his face and tightening the elastic strings. Matty was limp, letting George maneuver him like a rag doll, his eyes wide and terrified. George knew now wasn’t the time to think about it, but he couldn’t help but hysterically wonder how they would ever get Matty back on another plane after this. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

He glanced back at Ross and Adam sitting a few rows back, oxygen masks fitted over their own faces, holding onto their armrests as they looked around frantically. George uncurled Matty’s fingers from his wrist, so he could hold his hand properly, giving it a squeeze, trying to show Matty that he was here, that it was going to be okay even as the plane dipped and George’s stomach swooped, his ears popping painfully as they descended rapidly. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“Breathe babe,” said George, hoping Matty could hear him over the roaring in his ears, “you need to breathe,” he repeated, Matty’s chest rising and falling erratically as he silently panicked, tears pooling in the corners of his wide unseeing eyes. 

The plane lurched again and Matty’s grip tightened on George’s hand, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, causing George’s fingers to start to go numb. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said, he was unsure if he was trying to reassure Matty or himself. The plane rocked again, and he looked up, craning his neck to try and get a peek at the flight attendants, trying desperately to get a read on the situation, trying to get more information. Matty let out a strangled gasp, his nails biting into the delicate skin of George’s hand, tears falling, pooling around the orange plastic of the mask as he looked over at George, silently pleading for salvation. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said again. He stupidly and impulsively, aided by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pulled his mask down to press a quick kiss to the side of Matty’s head, his lips brushing against his temple despite the apparent danger they were in before quickly refitting his own mask.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

Matty made a soft hiccuping sound, and turned his head, burying his face in the junction of George’s arm and shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as he tried and failed to steady his breathing. His oxygen bag wasn’t inflated the same way George’s was due to Matty’s frantic breaths. Matty didn’t like flying on a good day, sitting bolt upright on the plane, clinging to either the armrest or George’s hand during take off and landing, and during even the most minor patches of choppy air. Matty was clean now, healthy, and George hated to admit it, but it had been easier to fly with Matty when he was using. He’d take enough Xanax to kill a horse and sleep the entire flight, moving like a zombie through the terminal when now he moved like a prey animal ready to bolt for the exit at a moment’s notice. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your— 

“We have reached our new cruising altitude of 8,000 feet, it is now safe to remove your oxygen mask,” came the voice of the flight attendant that had spoken before, cutting off the mechanically instructed spiel that had continued to repeat as  they made their rapid descent. George looked around, as the plane shuddered again, but everyone began removing their masks. George hesitated for a moment before removing his as well, remembering suddenly that he had read once that the chemical reaction that created the oxygen in the masks only lasted for a few minutes. 

“We apologize for the inconvenience,” the flight attendant said, explaining how they would be rerouting to land in Charlotte, North Carolina instead of Atlanta, Georgia as planned. George didn’t even care about the logistical nightmare that was going to cause during festival season, he didn’t care about much of anything except helping Matty take off his oxygen mask and crushing their lips together, a chaste, comforting press as Matty trembled beneath George’s fingers. 

“We’re okay,” George soothed, “we’re okay, it’s okay.” 

“I’m never flying again,” Matty rasped, his voice shaking his eyes still wide. George just chuckled nervously, the excess adrenaline still beating through his chest as he pressed another kiss to Matty’s lips, before tugging him as close as he could while wearing their seatbelts, pressing his head against his chest. 

“We’re okay.”

[cyndrastic]

OK NOW THAT THE FIRST KID IN THE NEXT GEN AU HAS BEEN REVEALED ITS POLL TIME >:)

who should Asher meet next?? He’s new to South Park, but unbeknownst to Stan and Kyle, lots of their childhood friends are still in town with kids Asher’s age!

for the sake of mysteriousness (and because i want to), the poll to pick the next kid/kids will simply have a last name, not the names of their parents or how many kids are in the family. Some pairings in this au have multiple kids, and there are also some kids with parents you wouldn’t expect, so for fun im just gonna have you pick from a single last name.

(in case this still doesn’t make any sense cause i’m bad at explaining things: say Asher was in this poll. For him, the option would simply be “Brofloski,” cause it wouldn’t give away Stan as his other parent and wouldn’t give away any siblings he hypothetically had, it would just let you know that Kyle had a kid and the rest would be a surprise)

[ajax-mew]

when i back in uni

me think

i do uni updates again

[tennessoui]

Hi there! Would love to hear about #27 and #60 from the fanfic writers ask game 👀

thank you kindly for sending these to me!!!

(from this ask game)

27. what is your most favorite and least favorite part of writing?

answered here!! but i can answer again: my most favorite part of writing fic is that i can make them say whatever!!! he would say that!!! because this is fanfiction and it's mine :) he is going to say that because my fingers are on the keyboard :) least favorite part is when i feel like im writing for other people or writing with the hope that other people will enjoy it instead of just writing because i enjoy it -- it's a weird line that i can be honestly shit at walking sometimes because one of my primary joys i get from fanfic is sharing it with people either through writing or fic recs, but i also want to make sure im always writing for myself first and sometimes i struggle with that or worry about not giving what people want or something ! i think a lot of fic writers have moments where they feel the same way and it definitely can be a deterrent for writing more

60. have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? what was that like?

i have!!!! i remember when it happened on one of my first stories lol i pulled the car over to get gas before i needed to just to bask in the feeling because it was great!! someone whose writing i liked liked my own writing!! it really helped me build confidence with my own writing and liking it for what it is instead of lamenting that there are so many people who write better.