#A huge thank you to those of you who reblog btw

[starlightvld]

He digs a hand into Simon's jacket collar to pull him closer, happy to drown himself in the scent of leather and spice he's been missing for so long. Thick arms slide around his waist and wide hands slip under his jumper, rough calluses and blunt fingernails dragging up his back.

The neediness in those questing fingers sends another shudder through his body, a hot rush of desire clouding his thoughts even more. Waves of longing overtake all rational thought, leaving only a growing need for more. For everything Simon will give him. 

He wants.

He needs.

He slides his other hand up into Simon's hair and tugs.

- Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts, Chapter 12 sneak peek Art by the amazing @kibagib

[starboundsingularities]

good lird they did not make a gimmick blog about a real life murder

#someone fucking DIED but whatever who gives a shit it's funny i guess

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

honestly with how suspicious and confusing everything on the dl-6 case was i wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was that prosecutor guy tbh

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

date posted: june 23, 2010

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⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

ok hear me out. what abt winston payne though

🧊 just--ice Follow

okay now they're just making lawyers up

#also didn't mvk die or something?

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🔥 triedbyfire Follow

why the fuck are you people still posting about the gavinners as if theyre not copaganda. didn't the guitarist get convicted of murder

🎸 guiltiest-lovers837 Follow

so fucking tired of this "um um didn't daryan get convicted of murder" YEAH AND HE'S LITERALLY NOT IN THE FUCKING BAND ANYMORE. dipshit

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

are you gonna address the copaganda thing or

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🌻 attorneybout Follow

he's so. 😳

📂 trialanderror Follow

why is he defending

📂 trialanderror Follow

OP WHY IS HE DEFENDING???

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🦈 giantlakemonsters Follow

i just wanna hear about another gourdy sighting thats all

🥜 liberdeez Follow

op. i'm so sorry op. gourdy isn't real you have to let her go. they had a whole trial about it.

🔐 wrightorwrong Follow

hi!! so this isn't actually the case as while gourdy was briefly mentioned in a trial, said trial had nothing to do with whether or not gourdy was "real" per se as much as. well. murder, actually. while gourdy WAS found out to be an inflatable steel samurai this was not brought up in the case at all as the veracity of gourdy wasn't really as relevant as the fact that the witness was looking for gourdy rather than at the murder she claimed to have seen. plus this was also a relatively small part of a MUCH larger trial which for those interested not only solved the dl-6 case but ALSO marked the end of prosecutor von karma's ~40 year long record and the court records are really a fascinating read through!!

🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

net 0 information post

#thanks again lawblr

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🍒 cherriescoola Follow

btw i was at the park the other day and klavier gavin (of gavinners fame) was there and obv there was a huge crowd but this guy was there with him and at some point he (the other guy) waved to the crowd and someone still screamed like it was klavier??? who was that guy ive never seen him before in my life

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🩸 has-dl6-been-solved-yet Follow

December 28, 2016

YES!!!

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🪙 tellerlikeitis Follow

guys help i'm a bank teller and this guy just introduced himself as robin banks what do i do

🔪 violencekilling Follow

you gotta let him rob you that's the law

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👻 ghostesswiththemostest Follow

look if i ever get convicted of murder im just hiring the lawyer with the coolest sounding name

💼 courtofwaw Follow

bestie if you already got convicted it is Too Late

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📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

guys i know it's real fun to think people just can predict whatever but if you look at the earliest reblogs of that post that "guessed" the true killer in the dl-6 case it was actually a post about how they didn't want to go to the store. clearly edited

#stg nobody bothers to factcheck anything anymore

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🐺 lawnewolf Follow

i am NOT homophobic or whatever the fuck you guys are saying now i just think its weird to write fanfiction about realass people?? go touch grass ffs

🌈 lawsbian Follow

the fun police (this guy) putting me in yaoi court but the lawyers (phoenix witrght and miles edgeworth) just keep trying to make out (real court is like this too btw)

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

YOU HAVE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

#look idc what your enemies to lovers fic bullshit says #they're straight. and more importantly REAL PEOPLE. #there's TENSION because they are in COURT and there are LIVES on the LINE. #not because they wanna fuck. god.

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🔮 inhighspirits Follow

why dont they just ask the spirit mediums to ask the victims who killed them this law shit is easy

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💞 lawveyourself Follow

seriously i cant believe they gave this guy a law degree

💞 lawveyourself Follow

what do you mean evidence fraud

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🎧 instrumentalillness Follow

fuck you *unguilties your love*

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🎀 copiicat Follow

perjury isnt illegal btw in fact if youre one of tge witnesses youre legally required to lie on the stand. thats why everyone does it. trust me

[feyrescourt]

This is a long and rambly discussion post for elriel nation btw so strap in

I want to preface this by kindly asking the elriel hive to not use any tags of #those ships if reblogged. I want to keep this in the elriel echo chamber. Please and thank u!

A huge part of fandom culture is to ship canonically compliant characters and crack ships. Everyone’s got them, and it’s totally normal, and it’s usually fun to engage with.

The majority of the time I have no issue with this (I am a wolfstar shipper and even though there is canonical evidence of them in the original HP books, they’re widely accepted online and balked at IRL usually due to homophobia and #that nasty, nasty woman’s bigotry), but over the last few years a certain group of crack shippers have taken it upon themselves to fly a little too close to the sun, and want to make it our (elriels) problem. I am talking about the Glees.

It’s late and this just popped into my head so I want to rant about it.

My friend who got me into ACOTAR gave me a breakdown of the ships (bc I read ToG first and went in blind. I became a doraelin shipper very early on and remained one halfway through QoS, it was a whole thing when I realized they were not end game lol), bc I asked her to after my ToG experience. She told me all the characters names and then told me about feysand and nessian endgames but didn’t mention az or elain’s situation. I asked her about it and she told me that she didn’t want to mention much about Az because “by the end of the series azriel has two options for how his story could go, elain or another way”. She shared some anti elain sentiment with me because she’s “boring and doesn’t do anything”. That went in one ear and out the other with me tbh.

When I started acowar, and feyre returned to the night court, I saw how elain and azriel were interacting and I concluded that mor was the second LI of az bc of acomaf. I was not apart of the fandom online at this point, so I was genuinely in the dark about everything around these two. I was just reading and talking to my friend about what I read. I also want to add that I still liked L*cien at this point in the series (it changed in acofas, I became apathetic towards him rather quickly when I finished reading that whiny ass convo with feyre…..I don’t play when it comes to her) but wasn’t sold on eluce because they had like one interaction and it wasn’t a great intro to a ship.

However this first meeting in acomaf….. :)

‘Can you truly fly?’ He set down his fork, blinking. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, ‘Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.’ ‘That’s very beautiful,’

“Rhys chuckled, Cassian’s wrath slipping enough that he grinned, and Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.”

Well imagine my surprise when I finished acowar and it turns out mor (the person az has crushed on for 500 years) comes out to feyre before the book ends and she explains that she can never love az the way he loves her. After three books, and everything that happens in acowar it was clear to me that elain and azriel were being set up as each others love interests, despite the mating bond with l*cien.

After Acofas I was officially on the elriel train. I mean…

“Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below.”

“Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants. I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed.”

“But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, ‘Sit. I’ll take care of it.’ Elain’s hands remained in midair, as if the ghost of the dish remained between them. With a blink, she lowered them, and noticed her apron. ‘I—I’ll be right back,’ she murmured, and hurried down the hall before I could explain that no one cared if she showed up to dinner covered in flour and that she should just sit.”

“Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided. ‘Please don’t wait on my account,’ she said, taking the seat at the head of the table.”

“He [Azriel] was the portrait of relaxed, an arm braced against the carved mantel, his wings tucked in loosely, a faint grin on his face and a glass of wine in his hand. He slid his hazel eyes toward my sister without him moving an inch.”

“Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea.”

(Damn the more I read elriel’s acofas moments the more I can’t help but conclude that they just hate/don’t understand introverts 😭)

Before I started SF, I decided to look at the online fandom and bitch……my jaw hit the floor with all the elain/elriel hate I saw on TT. And everyone was talking about a newer character in SF, and I was seeing the glee fan art and was like oh shit ok maybe elriel isn’t endgame.

Fast forward to SF……

‘What happened to Elain?’

“Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike. Elain’s eyes brightened with pain.”

……and I’m thinking ok, az obviously likes her. Then comes az’s BC. When I finished the elriel portion of the BC I was actually crying bc I was like oh fuck I really love these two….I knew it was over for me, and I was freaked out bc I thought I was going to get got with this “new ship” involving az. Plus I was thinking about elain being left alone in the dark without any explanation and feeling like an idiot for finally showing her true feelings towards him😭. It was like 3AM when I read it so I was hyper emotional lol. But then I read the rest of the BC and was still confused because I didn’t see any romantic subtext with g/wyn. I read it and saw a hurt male who couldn’t stand what he had done to elain the night before, was pissed at his brother for stopping it and making him feel bad when he was finally willing to voice what he’s been feeling for the past year or so and hating that he was shut down because we know he never voices his emotions, and couldn’t bear keeping a gift he picked out specifically for her. A necklace…..for solstice……Then I finished SF as a whole, and still, was confused as to why glee is a ship. Nearly all of their conversations were centered around training, and Sarah didn’t use any descriptors in their encounters that elude to any romance or mutual interest. (Btw I have a whole take on rhys’ part in that BC and I think a lot of ppl are dense and don’t understand what he was going through in that book but I can save that for another time)

Cassian and Feyre have more chemistry than those too lol.

I then talked to my friend about the these ships (elriel, eluce, and glee) ((i didn’t talk about eluce much in this post but that’s a lifeless ship too. I mean…..she can’t stand that red head anyway soooo)), and I said “I’m an elriel through and through. Idc that eluce are claimed to be mates you can tell she does not like him. also glee makes no sense to me.” Not verbatim but you get the point. My friend is very sensible so by the end of our convo, she told me that she’ll accept whatever way Sarah goes and that she’ll give elain a chance when her book comes out.

But isn’t that what all of this shit is about in the end: unjustified dislike/distain/hate for elain? That’s certainly how is appears to me. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that you love elain if you ship her with a male whom she has expressed, on multiple occasions, zero interest in AND becomes a shell of herself when he’s around because she just doesn’t want to interact with him. (I want to reiterate that I don’t hate L, I don’t think he’s awful or anything. elain just doesn’t want to know him. And that’s her right.) The glees don’t like her bc she doesn’t fit their stereotype for what they want in an FMC and therefore, for azriel. Which is why they have been chirping that the next book will be azriel’s. Not elain’s….WHAT??? You sound fucking crazy. The eluces (even though they claim they like her) dislike her so much that they go on and on about how she needs to grovel and apologize to the male they like because HE deserves to be happy……the same male who she associates with one of the most traumatic days of her life. Who also has not apologized to her for the part he played in that day, but I digress.

I say all that to point out that Glee specifically is in the crack ship category. No canonical evidence in the text can be used to claim they are ‘mates’ or endgame or anything more than acquaintances. And that’s fine, but don’t act as though they’re to be taken seriously as a canon ship when there’s no evidence to support it. Don’t boldly claim that azriel “has two love interests” when he literally doesn’t. He can’t sleep because of elain. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s short with his family and others around him the days and weeks following solstice. His shadows threaten to strike nesta when she hurts elain and causes her pain. He doesn’t assign his spies to watch L*cien in acofas because he doesn’t want to know if he’s trying to court elain. He goes full lethal when he hears she may have been hurt. He follows the sound of her laugh to see what caused it. He goes on a suicide mission to save her. They communicate through looks alone when their family is around. Have you read an SJM book before? This is how she sets up her relationships. Like, holy fuck.

You cannot claim elriel is a crack ship because they have had background build up that both FMCs in their respective books have noticed and commented on. Cassian has noticed it too DESPITE not being hyper aware of what’s going on with az in SF. (referencing the scene in SF where elain tells everyone at family dinner about nesta’s love for dancing and the ball story from when they were human).

This ship war shit is fucking crazy because really this should only be between elriel nation and the eluces. Anyway, I’m over dealing with the fever dream brigade and their hallucinations. They’re going to come crashing down like Icarus when the elriel bible release day arrives and all our suffering will finally come to an end.

Then after that I’ll need to defeat the tamlin redemption arch threats, bc that is not a claim, that’s a fuckin threat and I won’t stand for it. But let’s tackle one problem at a time.

Pink: side notes/thoughts that give more context to my points

Blue italics: convos I’ve had being referenced

Purple: elriel moments <3

[herotome]

Devlog #125

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Gosh! I missed last week's update.

Happy holidays from Herotome!!

I haven't drawn anything this year-- oh but hmm, I could do a quick edit, here -

Tadah! For anyone who hasn't already seen it, we got those 50 reblogs to make Warden shirtless! A pure version without the christmas lights went up yesterday, just scroll down my blog a bit or check out the #ro: warden hashtag.

I'm pleased with how much mileage I'm already getting from this picture, ha.

Anyway.

Seems like I'm gonna be focused on writing new scenes and drawing expressions for a while. They're some of the more tedious tasks for me, so I'll certainly be looking for every opportunity to do other things on the side - like coding.

Today I've decided that the LI sprites should have their eyebrows on a separate layer from the rest of their face, to offer me the greatest amount of variety in creating new expressions - and I've come up with a naming system for it, too!

I'm looking forward to implementing this. Eyebrow shapes have much, much less variety compared to mouth shapes, so I might even finish drawing every possible eyebrow for every LI sometime soon. I've already gotten a strong start with Warden and Mia's eyebrows.

Speaking of, I did turn in more expressions over on Ko-Fi!

Tadah!! Thank you again to everyone who has donated so far!

I'm realizing that in the set dedicated to Dia, Warden and Mia have the same mouth shape on the upper right side... A fascinating subconscious decision on my part.

Outside of art, I did write... once. Er, it went pretty okay. I'm usually the biggest hater of my first drafts.

I think my goal is gonna be to show off the abilities of all the characters as equally as I can; Warden and Jade have had their time to shine (during the job fair and flying MC home, respectively), and I think MC, Griffin, and Mia are gonna be queued up next.

I'll put the rest under a cut for potential spoilers and further rambling - as always, if you don't see the cut, make sure to check out my blog directly!

I have a good idea of what I wanna do with Griffin (it may or may not involve obliterating your rent debt, and I may or may not have written about that in the first-draft-I-don't-hate).

I've been thinking that this scene would involve a change of clothes btw, and did some fashion concepts for Griffin that I also don't hate;

I'm not super sure what I'm gonna do for Mia's eventual ~special show-off scene~, but I'm sure it will come to me.

For MC, I want to show off her relationship with the city, and showcase how qualified she is for the job in a low-key way. I recently discussed with a friend how Men in Black is a huge source of inspiration for me... Y'all know the scene where Will Smith has his interview and did things differently from all the other candidates?? I kinda wanna capture that vibe...!

And ah... I think that's about it, Herotome-wise.

Wudge-wise, honesty hour - I've had ssssome mild health concerns this year.

I don't want to go into detail; I want to say it's been like... nothing life threatening, thankfully, but a lot of small physical inconveniences that pile up and make it harder to concentrate.

I did rest a lot last week so no worries. <3 It's just that parts of my body have been weird and annoying, and I think it's helpful to acknowledge that the flesh prison can be a weird and annoying place. But I value it! And I'm doing my best to take care of it. Health comes first, etc, etc.

With this new year, I hope you guys take care of yourselves as best as you can, too. The person who's most qualified to take care of you is you!!!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[artharakka]

Can I ask you where have you found inspiration for your art? For example I've noticed you have a very specific (and beautiful) way you draw jewelry and clothing. The shapes are very organic yet grounded at the same time, give a bit of a Nausicaä vibes, as well as art noveau meets iron age.

Honestly I could go on and on about the beautiful details of your art but I don't want to seem too fangirlish :D

Ohhh thank you I love those comparisons 🧡 Because I didn't even know those are the vibes I was going for but yeah that's great actually... This is like when one of you made a playlist inspired by my art... (I still have that saved btw! 🧡 And I still cannot believe!!). Here's a little Rhiam drawing with some jewelry she doesn't (yet) have in canon (earrings she does have but she cannot use them yet)

But what are my inspirations hmmmmmmm many! Idk even what all I have inhaled into my art but I try to list something (this got long so rest under cut):

Nature 🌿 I love both mundane (sparrows, plants growing from asphalt cracks, moss covered street signs... the little details) and grand formations that fill me with awe. There's something about things so vast that take my breath away. Like oceans, mountains, high cliffs, endless tundra, wind so strong you could lean against it, ancient stone that has been scraped visible by massive sheets of ice thousands of years ago. (But I'm guilty of not being that impressed by conventional beauty of average gardens. Aren't people tired of only finding planted blooming flowers beautiful!). Most often I'm drawing inspiration from nature familiar to me, that being Nordic/Scandinavian ones.

I already said nature but birds deserve a special mention! Agh I just love those funky little animals 🦅

Stories! I love making stories, I think they help me grasp and go over my thoughts. I love pouring myself into my characters, it makes them feel both personal but also makes it easier to talk about myself to my fellow storytellers. I'd love to do a long graphic novel or write a book one day, but I also love making ttrpg stories just for and with our little group 🧡 For a long time I felt kinda bad that I wasn't doing "real art" that wasn't just illustrations of my characters. But then I realised doing art for arts sake doesn't really inspire me. I don't want to do art that I'd think would be easily consumable nor do I have any great performance to create with my art. I just love to illustrate stories and tell stories through my art and I think that's great! I still love seeing and experiencing artworks that aren't this illustrative, I just don't have the motivation to do that myself. But I can get really excited of works like Emma Jääskeläinen's granite sculptures!

Other artists! There are two categories I think: 1) those whose work I've seen (usually irl) and whose technique or themes or symbolism facinates me. I usually don't want to create similar art, or replicate their style, or medium even. But there's something about them, a feeling of awe or they feel formidable. Or there's something clever about them that lets me have this sense of epiphany. For example, Jääskeläinen who I already mentioned, Marcel Dzama, Merja Palin, Helena Vaari, Marika Mäkelä, to name a few I've seen lately-ish. And then 2) there are artists whose stories and/or style inspires me and influences my art. One of the biggest inspirations to my softer line art style was and is @albabbgg. @serpentface has some really cool worldbuilding and designs, I think they were also a great influence to how I draw bodies these days. @wiltkingart has also very cool shapes and genders in his paintings. @sanctus-ingenium 's stories and art have been a huge inspiration lately. And to list a few others now that I started: @pangur-and-grim/@greer-art, @beidak-art, @elemei, @emilylorange, @pansylair, @cy-lindric, @psrj, @lokorum

And many others I'm probably forgetting now! I also have a side blog @sancta-cessatrix where I occasionally reblog cool art, check tags #art #inspiration

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Four - Jealous Clark |

pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x a little bit of some Bruce Wayne

warnings: more rambling, more thirst, a little bit of awkward, sass, attempts at humor, typos, language, morally gray Clark, jealous Clark

If you don't like it, don't read it. But a quick second for those of you that have hung in there with me this far: I appreciate the love and comments. Seriously, I thought this was gonna be a simple and silly thank you fic for @ramp-it-up--dope writer btw, go check her out when you get the time--who answered my asks in perhaps the best way possible, but it's turned into a chaos series of rambling thoughts and awkward thirst and ngl it's really fun writing a problematic Clark with an equally problematic reader.

In short: I don't think I'm much of a writer, and I promise ya'll that's okay, but thank ya'll for reading and liking and reblogging my raggedy nonsense anyway

(Also I don't write nearly enough to tag people or to do a tag list, but I'll do it just this once bc I never got that kinda request before. Here you go, @glitterandgoldfinds 💖)

“I heard you and Y/N are dating?”

Clark smirked, dusting bagel crumbs off his shirt as he finished his breakfast. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I won’t even entertain the question.”

“Right. The award winning Lois Lane always has the story.”

There was a quiet pause on her end. It was a bit hard to discern as he tried to tune out the bustling sounds of the coffeehouse around him. From the sound of it, she was making coffee. He finally picked up on her laughter approaching the phone. “You should do my PR.”

“Busy, unfortunately. Gunning for your job, in fact.”

She laughed again. “I can tell. Anyway, Luke tells me you’re gonna try the cooking class too?”

“Yeah we are,” he said, now picking out an assorted mix of your favorite donuts. He heard a lower tone in the background and a light smack that had her giggling. He rolled his eyes.

“Oooh we? Sounds kinda serious,” she hummed, giving him an invitation to volunteer more information.

“No comment.”

He heard a male’s voice in the background again. Obviously Luke. It was too distorted to understand, but he was certain it was annoying.

“Hmm,” she purred, sounding like she was following up with a small sip, “Maybe I should pump Y/N for the details.”

She wasn’t joking. She was almost as relentless and nosy as you were to get the facts.

You could definitely hold your own, but he just didn’t need the headache.

He paid for the donuts with a light laugh. “We just got started, I wouldn’t call the reverend.”

“No, but it’s kinda a huge scoop. Maybe I should make this the next cover story,” she taunted saucily, making him laugh a little louder.

“Hilarious. You know, jealousy’s not a good look on you, Lo’,” he sassed back, checking the time. She snickered on the other end.

“Not jealous, just surprised. Y/N’s a pretty hard sell. How’d you land her?”

He left and casually held the door for an elderly couple, eyes on your building two stoplights down. “Just. Lucky, I guess.”

Lois hummed in agreement. “You do have a flair for luck that I’ll never understand.”

He laughed, dipping his head modestly and picking out a table to sit at in the outdoor dining area. You probably weren’t awake just yet, as evident by your phone going straight to voicemail, so he decided to give it 30 minutes or so. “I guess it’s a matter of perception.”

“Clark...Mmh…Clark…”

He paused. It was a whisper. Your fevered gasps that pierced his ears through all the clamoring of the waking city. It was a cry for him. Falling from your lips. It switched something on in him.

“Mmh…yes. Please…I deserve it,” you groaned through needy gasps. What the fuck were you doing to yourself that had you sounding like that?

A soft vibration accompanied you and his mind nearly shut off. You were thinking about him...while you were...Fuck.

“So anyway, see you in class?”

He blinked, his thoughts interrupted. Lois continued on the other end, completely oblivious to any of it. Something about Luke’s pictures or some shit. He didn’t really care. Which was truly a first. He took a small breath.

“Yeah. Sorry. Signal broke up,” he lied, trying to gather his thoughts, “Call you back.”

"Everything okay?" she asked, a little concerned at his detached tone.

He snapped out of it, eyes falling to the stoplight that changed to red.

He licked his dry lips. He did need to stop.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just almost to her place."

"Ooooh, I see. Well don't let me hold you up."

He could've told her "It's not like that, I'm just bringing breakfast"

He could've worked it around to say "Nah, I like the company."

Anything that came out of his lips next would've been another step closer to stealing her away from her mediocre boyfriend

But instead

He exhaled a low, breathy laugh. "Thanks. Later."

He barely registered hanging up. You'd finished quickly, the soft puffs of your breath fading from his senses just as quickly as they came. That was a sucker punch to his health. He wondered if he could wager just a peek. Just one. Through a few thin walls.

He could just imagine you there, muscles still tense, gradually relaxing, honey-soaked thighs sliding down your sheets, your panties ruined--provided you were wearing any. He took a deep breath. Granted you were his girlfriend--fake or no--you were his friend first.

No peeking. Not yet anyway.

Your shower kicked on and he nearly audibly groaned. You were making it really hard to be a gentleman.

Impossible.

He let his morals slip a little as his view of your apartment faded to the interior, eyes curiously peering into your world. He'd never been up there before. Your decorations revealed a bit more to him than he knew. Your awards and achievements were framed above your work area. He’d recognized a good portion of them. From Fresh New Journalist, to Journalist of the year—two years in a row, around which were framed pictures of you with all the members of your team at some point or another.

It made him smile a bit when he saw that you actually saved the picture of the you and him after losing the office paintball game, both of you splattered with yellow. A color you sarcastically quipped complimented his eyes. His chest pounded when he thought about how cute you were, dusting paint out of his hair, standing on your tiptoes. Jokingly reminding him that it was his fault your position was given away because he was so damn tall. It made him laugh. You always made him laugh.

Shit.

Had it always been you?

No, he’d known Lois far longer, and was in love all the way. But somewhere along the line, you’d sneaked in and hit him with your jokes, your wit, your smile… Dammit Y/N.

Almost as if summoned, you emerged from your bathroom, wrapped in a towel and his eyes darkened a bit, sliding along your curves in the terrycloth.

He could feel his face heating up a bit; this was wrong. He knew that. But he was too curious to stop now. A bead of water caught his attention--a stray drop from your soaked curls that framed your pretty face as you rifled through your drawer. it ran down your chest in a jagged pattern before disappearing into the darkness of your cleavage.

This was so wrong.

You looked so content. So...satisfied. He felt his body tense when you loosened your towel, ready to drop it for the cute floral lingerie you'd pulled out. He swallowed heavily, his eyes dropping just as the towel fell from your chest.

He couldn't. You weren't his. Not yet anyway

Call him a bit of a sentimental sap, but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at his phone, trying to figure out how to proceed.

So eventually

There he was

Like a soothsaying sex goblin, he was standing in front of your building with donuts

You suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over you

Like if "I LOOK A MESS" was a feeling

Which. As far as you knew, it was, but you'd never say something so cliche aloud.

Besides, as far as effortlessly sexy went that morning, you were ahead of the game

Also you were too lazy to change. Clark was unexpectedly intruding into your space. He was just gonna have to deal

If you were petty, you'd admit that it was a great excuse to show him the ass he was missing out on bc the lounge shorts clinging to you right then were practically screaming "Lemme sit on that face for an hour or two"

But you weren't petty

"Oh wow, is this what they call a full service boyfriend?" you joked with a grateful hum, your interest fully directed at the donuts he'd brought.

Unfortunately, you missed the absolute shameless way homeboy took in your scent

Like he was smelling his favorite pastry

He couldn't understand it

He didn't wanna try

All he knew was that a new fixation was forming and unlike Lois, you were already half his

The sweet smell of something cinnamon-y wafted from you. Body wash or lotion or something. His eyes followed you as you strolled into your kitchen, and set the box down. Your hair was still a little damp, pulled back into a curly bun. Cute.

“Something like that. I thought I’d drive you to class to make up for last night."

“Oh yeah,” you remembered with a laugh, “Drunk texts? What were you up to last night?”

“It was a hell of a night, believe me,” he said, making his way to your sofa, seeming to want to leave it at that. As badly as you wanted to pry, you let it go.

“Well anyway, we don’t have class today.”

“Oh. Well what do you wanna do today?”

You gave him a strange look. “What? Offering to hang out with your fake girlfriend for the day? What happened to Take No Prisoners I’ll Take Your Girl Clark Kent?”

“He’s off for the day,” he said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot with you. You laughed, successfully working his nerves.

“Damn. I was hoping to ask him for some pointers,” you said, sarcastically snapping your fingers. He eyed you as you moved past to clean your mess.

Damn you hit different in pajama shorts.

Focus, Clark. His eyes flickered to the television. Rather to the assorted bouquet on your television stand. It was rather extravagant, the stems and petals covering the edge of the screen obnoxiously. A gold card was in a black holder sticking out from it and he was curious about the sender.

“Pointers about?”

“I have an interview/dinner date with with Bruce Tall-Dark-and-Broody Wayne tonight and truth be known, my man’s kinda hot.”

If you only knew how broody he was, he thought to himself, feeling a familiar bit of nagging jealousy tugging at him. “He send the bouquet?”

“Yeah. Aren’t they gorgeous? Somehow he found out about my favorite flowers. The man’s mafia, I’m certain of it,” you joked, completely missing the pointed stare he was giving your flowers.

What do you know? Suddenly got an opening in my schedule.

How about dinner, 8:00 at La Mercerie?

It paid to have X-ray vision.

In this case, though, it left a bad taste in his mouth. You were going out on a date with Bruce Wayne. What the shit?

“What's the story?” he asked patiently, his eyes plastered on the tv now, not registering a single bit of what was showing onscreen.

“The 30th annual Wayne Concert Commemoration? It’s one of the other stories that I got bumped to cover since you scooped me on the whole Nightwing thing, remember?” you said, feigning a bitter tone that made him smile again.

“All that salt’s gonna raise your blood pressure.”

You looked pleasantly surprised at the clap back, whirling to face him with your hand—and a soapy spatula—on your hips. So fuckin cute. “Okay. Farmboy’s got jokes. I gotchu next time, though. This story’s gonna be great.”

“I dunno. A concert story doesn’t sound too exciting,” he continued, a small smirk twitching at his lips. In truth, his emotions were swirling. If he didn’t joke, he might’ve actually have tried to convince you not to go.

“I’ll think of something. So watch your ass Kent.”

"I will," he resigned with a small smirk.

He’d much rather watch yours, to be honest, admiring the light way it jiggled when you shifted your weight to your other leg, your focus back on the dishes.

Fuckin focus, Clark.

Bruce Wayne was dangerous. In more ways than one. The Dark Knight persona was, of course, but somehow Bruce himself was even more dangerous. Bruce Wayne was a handsome billionaire. A playboy. Plus, for all the good he’d done, he was still a marked man with a hell of a lot of enemies. Enemies that would hurt you to get to him. Even if you were just a fling.

Which you weren’t gonna be. Were you? One of his knuckles popped. How long had his fists been clenched? His mouth went a bit dry again.

“Do you have something to drink?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him blankly. What were you thinking about? He’d obviously snapped you out of some deep thought. You always had that look when someone interrupted your train of thought at work. You were also usually kind of grouchy when that happened, but you just gave him a lopsided smile. Which somehow made it worse. Your good mood was beginning to bug him.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry. Help yourself,” you said, nodding to the fridge. He tentatively did as he was told, spotting some sodas in the door and deciding to grab one. He needed a drink. Ideally one with a sting stronger than a Dr. pepper, but he’d just have to take the L. It wasn’t like he could get drunk anyway.

“I was just thinking,” you said, drying your hands on your towel.

Oh fuckin finally

He needed wanted to know what was swimming through that devious mind of yours

“We can go wander around the park a bit if you want. It’s right next to the shopping center, so I can pick up a cute outfit while I’m there. You know, multitask.”

“Works for me,” he said, pretending the soda is what gave him such a stale tone.

“Sweet, lemme go get dressed,” you said with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t lie, the sudden image of you slipping out of those clothes did flash across his mind multiple times that morning, and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to forget Wayne and stay in all night with your boyfriend.

Which he wasn’t

Not for real

But he was most certainly on your mind

He knew that much

It wasn't Bruce's name coming from your mouth

Yet...

(Part 5)

(Part 3)

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

HELLO THERE!!!

NICE TO MEET YOU ♡♡♡♡♡

I'm Ni/Annie/Cherry (whatever you prefer lol). I'm a minor! So please don't follow me if you are a nsfw blog.(You can interact with the posts of my main account but don't follow my side account or interact directly).

I have 2 accounts :-

1 account for my activism - @geminni5 (main)

And this one for other stuff - @thegirlwholivesin-delusion (side)

I have a lot of things I post/reblog about but it's usually books/artists I love.

My pronouns : she/her.

Sun sign : Gemini 🩷

MBTI : ENFP-T (Campaigner).

Also I'm an Ambivert ~

DNI : TERFS , HOMOPHOBES , SEXISTS , RACISTS AND NSFW BLOGS.

Fandoms : PJO , Harry Potter , Olivia Rodrigo , AGGGTM , Chocolate box girls (underrated af) , and a lot more lol.

I have started posting poems recently (11th March 2024) so if you want to check those out , you can check out the tag #cherry🍒 writes stuff.

Oh btw really important notice :- This is what my #undescribed tag means. I'm so sorry but I didn't realise that it was not for that.

I occasionally have breakdowns so I might once in a while post some really depressing stuff on here. Sorry about that.

Also I have a tag #rambleeeee for posting the most randomest shit.

Also if you haven't realised by now, my favourite number is 5 lol. Oh also , I'm Indian.

Also I am a huge booktok and just a tiktok hater in general. You will find I reblog a lot of posts about that lol.

I mostly reblog posts but I sometimes post some stuff of my own (a lot of the times I find it on pinterest. The ones that I find there and post here are tagged #not mine!)

I am a poet / writer but I don't like to share my poems that much lol.

My mutuals : @acewithobsessions @holychaoticdevil28 @notbrucewayne48 @scrambledd3ggss @waiting-down-the-hall-for-me @starl1tt @stars-of-the-heart @snazzy-fangs @alphabetically-deranged @marcusmurdyspond @weeping-in-the-willows @jasperthenotfriendlyghost @guess-ill-dye @octoberconstellation @ringed-mars @lovelightwords @clarabowmp3 @rachellelizabethhdare @cc-horan28 @jay-drinks-gasoline @coldfestivalwitch @starrystims @readerintrash @swiftiebookwormlogastellus @snixx @karkod @cafffeineconnoisseur @tiredguyswag @voicelessghoul @morganitethewitchqueen @maraudersbitchesassemble @cornettotism @kafkaspupil

I think that's all?

For now lol

I am very much happy to answer asks and always welcome them.

Also I send a lot of anon asks to people who are not my mutuals lol.

Anyways I really think that's all.

��� Thank You ♡

GIFs from here

[wonustars]

answer 7, 11, 12, 18, 21 and 23 please!!

hai anon!! thank you for sending me an ask for the ask game hehe 🤗💗 if anyone wants to send more i will answer!!

7. As a writer, what do you appreciate the most when someone is reading your work?

hmmm for me its definitely having others reblog my work w notes or tags. a few people have even annotated my fics which is proably the biggest compliment i could ever receive! i appreciate it sm and it makes feel like those 50 something or more hours i spend writing is worth it all :D

11. What is your process when you are writing or reading?

for writing: i tend to brainstorm a concept first then choose which member i feel like would fit the fic the most. i also base a lot of my fics off real life experiences that i had (seungcheol's letters and in front of me being a few of those fics)

for reading: i don't really have a process per se, i kinda just read whatever im feeling in that moment hehe

12. If you could choose three fanfic writers to have dinner with, who would they be?

oooh i like this question a lot... for me personally it would def be @junkissed, @onlymingyus, @highvern, @gyuswhore and @chocosvt (choco is a fellow canadian hehehe 😁🇨🇦, i too write in british spelling if u haven't noticed :p)

i honeslty can't pick 3 so i did 5.... sorry lol but if i could have it my way i would have dinner with all my moots/everyone from svthub 😭💕

18. On a scale of one to five stars, what would you rate yourself as a writer?

erm theres so many really good writers on here and there are many times i doubt my writing but i think im at least a solid 2.5/5 stars muehhehe

21. What was the first fandom you started writing or reading for?

oh this is embarassing 😭 i think the first fandom i started reading fanfic for was o2l (if anyones old enough to rmbr them) and 5sos. LOL i was a huge 5sos stan btw i even went to their concert when i was 12 hehe.

23. Do you brainstorm your fanfics or plan as you write?

i usually do both! i brainstorm for a bit to get an idea of what i want for the plot. i almost always have a solid idea of how i want to start off the fic and then also how i kinda want to end it. everything in the middle is up to god tbh (and my brain) muehehhe

anyways ty for sending an ask!! heheh this was so fun :D ♡

[toxicanonymity]

Hey! Okay, so this is sort of out of the blue, and I apologize if it bothers you, feel free not to respond 😅

So anyways, I’ve recently started a fiction story that I was looking forwards to publishing, and it sort of made me realize that I really enjoy writing. Honestly though, I don’t have a clue as to where to start. And so I came to tumblr, and you (and your ADDICTING fics) were actually what sort of introduced me to tumblr? So I guess you’ve been something of an inspiration to me, i don’t know if that’s creepy or not but whatever.

Anyways, i was wondering if you could spare some tips on how to get started? Literally anything would be a huge help.

Hello! Thank you, I'm honored that you ask. Doesn't bother me at all of course. I wish I could be more helpful. I'm not sure if you're looking for writing tips or tumblr tips, so please feel free to follow with more detail. Btw I've been on tumblr less than a year and writing fic for less than a year so in some ways I am talking out of my ass :) but I'm honored you value my input. I have some writing tips here. And writing dark here. But writing is really personal and everyone has their own style so all i can really do is say what works for me.

I write what I want to write. I write best when I write what I feel like writing.

I draw inspiration from the source material as a starting point rather than characterization in other fics. I also don't go out of my way to try to be super different.

I try to describe what's happening in my my head and let it flow without worrying about "writing well."

I don't like to force my writing if it isn't flowing. sometimes i do try to force myself, but it rarely works, often wastes time, and can sometimes make things worse.

I don't tend to use outlines, but it seems to work very well for a lot of people and I wonder if it would help me. the most I do is post-it notes. but most of the time, not even that. for me before i start, if anything, normally it's just scraps and tidbits of word vomit.

For TUMBLR tips, I'd say:

look at the tags used by people who are posting similar content. explore those tags to see which are the most relevant and popular. only use tags that are relevant. put the most important ones at the front.

include warnings about anything explicit. it took me a minute to realize warnings are also used to entice/preview "the good stuff."

definitely use the "read more" function in your post, or people won't reblog it.

interact with other blogs in the fandom. you'll begin to see familiar usernames and might make friends.

If you write something and people beg for another part, that's a compliment, you don't have to take it as pressure, it's up to you what to do. I say this as someone who almost always folds but one of these days I might not feel like it.

Congratulations on writing! 💕

p.s. sorry I was slow, it's not personal I'm just way behind.

[taegularities]

heey! please dont take this the wrong way but im genuinely curious why do you feel so empty on tumblr🥺 i mean your stories have more than a thousand likes and theres so many people who are clearly huge fans of your work… whatever the reason is, i really hope you stay on tumblr for a long time because you are really the sweetest:) (not pressuring you though, you do whats best for you!) 🥰

hi, my love!! i didn't take it the wrong way <3 i can explain what i mean.. so, this time it's not as much about interaction bc everyone's been very sweet and talks to me despite holiday season! i still have more msgs than i can answer (keep it all coming tho pls hehe :P), so the issue this time is more just.. how empty tumblr is. i scroll through my dash once and am already at a post that was posted/rbd an hour ago bc nobody's around (ccs and readers alike!!).

so many of my mutuals have left tumblr and so many readers have, too (i miss you all sm btw sigh) and watching tumblr die has been so disheartening. it's gotten very dry? and then, and that's a me problem, i also get so damn insecure all the time. i keep feeling like im unwanted here and get vv scared talking to people, bc there was so much negativity and hate on here for the past year that i constantly think twice before approaching someone. i just hate overthinking like, "does xy hate me? should i rather not interact" lol which sucks bc i like talking to people so much and used to be the most social butterfly.

so the loneliness just comes from the overall desert-like feeling on here combined with my own fears that tumblr's better off without me. it's stupid 😞

also! idc about notes tbh! e.g. i enjoyed dropping cmi11 more bc it got more love than idk cmi9.5 despite getting less likes. sometimes the 'getting thousands of likes' is super cool but also the problem bc of the lack of reblogs etc. (like there's a big difference between e.g. cmi9 and cmi11, even in the comment section). the only thing i wanna say about interaction, though, is: whenever i do attendance checks before posting a chapter, a lot of ppl (and new names) comment that they're excited — id absolutely love it if you reacted to the actual drop, too bc that's often met by silence by those who are super thrilled at first 🥺 and taglist readers!! where are you guysss lol lmk if you read, too!! writing is such a difficult hobby to indulge in, so writers just want to feel like people see it and that their effort is appreciated, even if thousands of words meet just a paragraph of feedback — we still love it 🥺 that's all. atm i don't have more to say about interaction bc everyone's been the sweetest.

hope that clears things up... thank you for reaching out and telling me you want me around 🥺 you're so sweet, as well 🤍

[nalyra-dreaming]

Love your analysis! Can you explain what you meant in the tags how the dolls house reference might have changed your view of the show?

Glad you like!

Oh, well... not sure if you know, but I write the fic "Love the rolling thunder" (currently on hiatus), which was/is written while the episodes air(ed), and in-between those episodes.

I remember looking up "Iolanta" because I did not know it, and humming to myself, because, you know, fitting.

And then... the A Doll's House mention. Didn't know that either (bad me, I know), so, again, looked it up. Wanted to understand the Christmas tree reference Lestat makes there after all.

And there... it kinda clicked.

What clicked is that we see a tale, not a show. That this is full of things beyond the range of "normal television". That they really, really, really dug into the story and pulled out the subtext and meta level to it's own hyper-level, in a way.

Now, I'm not a literature expert, nor a theater buff. But I'm a software-engineer, I analyze things for a living *laughs*, and IDK, it just clicked then.

This is not a normal TV show.

And we are not shown the truth. And I... kinda stopped seeing it as "the truth" then. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Oh, and btw, if you like meta analysis - go and follow @savage-garden-nights (just reblogged a post by them), who are really good at putting it all together cohesively.

Because there is a LOT going on.

Also, at this point, a HUGE thank you to all the people out there who are analyzing the ever-loving sh** with me out of this show, because it is UNBELIEVABLE what is in there.

I love it. And your posts 💕

[clovermunson]

author’s note: it’s almost a new year and i’m back with another angsty billy blurb. i promise i’m gonna stop putting him through shit, but it just…it gets worse before it gets better, y’know? doesn’t mean i love him any less. this one is…not so bad, but it’s not so good. it’s from his point of view and shows his emotions, so it’s a little different than the usual from me. this was also an idea that came to me at like 2:30 in the morning and woke me from a dead sleep, and it has haunted me ever since. also a huge thank you to @bookshelf-dust for beta-reading this for me! <3 likes and reblogs are always appreciated. i just ask that you do not repost my writing and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

warnings: semi-descriptive depictions of the mindflayer and blood/gore. angst topped with angst. feelings. billy feeling helpless, then him being a total badass and protective older brother (very metal of him btw). not entirely canon-compliant because we don’t believe what we see in canon in this house. also a warning for a flashing gif below!!

word count: 865. it’s…in between a blurb and a fic, really.

Whatever this…thing was, it ravaged Billy’s mind and body. It was eating him alive from the inside out, making him more aggressive, violent even. He couldn’t remember what it was that had attacked him that night, or why it let him live, but at times…he’d wished it hadn’t.

For over a week now, he’d been fighting this parasite that had chosen him as its host, using him to build its army. But every time, Billy was defiant. He held it back with whatever strength he had left to fight, keeping it at bay for just that much longer.

And now, here he was, about to commit the ultimate act of rebellion.

He clutched at the pendant that hung around his neck, tears pricking at his eyes. His mother had left him that pendant saying that it was for protection, and from that point, there was never a time he was seen without it. It was a part of his identity. And now, he grasped at it in hopes that it would make him feel something, anything.

Nothing.

Even before this thing took over, there were times he’d felt like a rabid dog fighting for his life. Like he was scratching, clawing, and biting his way through whatever life threw at him.

But no matter how aggressive a dog gets, it still carries love for those it wants to protect.

And Billy wanted to protect his sister and the one person who cared enough to show him even just a shred of empathy.

He stood before the Mindflayer, defiant once more. He’d been controlled his whole life, and now he knew he had to take back whatever amount of control he’d had left. El had shown him his happiest memory, and it was enough to awaken something within him, enough to tell him that he had to fight, that he had to save these kids. Because goddamnit, he wanted to be good. He wanted to save them. His thoughts and actions were crucial to ensure that those kids got out of this alive.

He was in a stare down with the monstrosity in front of him, and he swore it looked as if it were sizing him up, trying to determine how big of a threat he really was. What this monster didn’t know though, was that Billy was the biggest threat to it aside from the fireworks being thrown at it. If he rebelled against the Mindflayer, then it would cause a domino effect in the defeat of it.

Almost as quickly as the monster had launched its razor-toothed appendage towards El, Billy had reached out to stop it, using his own strength to hold it back. His feat of strength was quite impressive, to say the least, but Max and El both watched as Billy held this thing back, giving El an opportunity to survive— giving everyone an opportunity to survive.

Billy’s memories replayed in his mind, giving him the strength to keep pushing back, to keep fighting.

The Mindflayer didn’t like Billy’s act of defiance too much, another appendage shooting into Billy’s side, causing blood to pool around the wound, staining his white tank top.

“Well that’s not coming out.” Billy thought to himself momentarily, trying to find a silver lining in a rather grim situation.

Billy screamed out in agony, mustering the strength to keep holding it, to not let go and let the monster have its way again. The memory of his mother had faded away, instead replaced with another memory, one that he’d sworn he’d forgotten.

He’d given Max her first skateboard. Told her that if she wasn’t gonna go by Neil’s “perfect family” bullshit, then she should at least find a hobby. Him showing her a few tricks here and there, telling her how he used to skateboard before surfing. Max, happy to see that maybe her step brother wasn’t all that bad or that much of an asshole.

He smiled to himself at the memory, firmly planting his feet for leverage as the monster ripped its appendage from Billy’s side, soon attacking the other side with another nightmare-ish tentacle. The pain shot through his side, almost causing him to crumble to the ground.

He wasn’t bad. He was just as good as anyone else here, he’d just been dealt a shitty hand in life.

“Billy!” He could hear Max screaming from across the lower level of the mall, her voice more shrill than he’d ever heard before. Was she scared for him? Was she scared of the fact that he’d chosen to potentially sacrifice himself?

Was she scared of losing him?

He couldn’t imagine what was going through Max’s mind, but the worry in her voice was evident and that was all he needed.

Suddenly, he felt his strength go into overdrive, the adrenaline blocking the pain from the hundreds of razor-sharp teeth in his side. He had to fight. For them. For her.

No matter how much fear took over his body, no matter how much anger, hate, and grief took over…he had to keep fighting. He always did, even when he was broken and beaten down.

Even when it could potentially cost him his life.

[asoiaf-essays-collector]

I saw how many Sansa antis hopped on your girl in grey post, so I wanted to drop in and say how much I enjoyed reading it even if others yell at you in a futile effort to convince themselves it won’t happen. 😆 I recognized those bloggers and they’re notorious Sansa haters who look for new victims, so don’t take any of their criticisms personally. Blocking makes the tumblr experience so much nicer and is often necessary as a Sansa fan.

Your art is gorgeous btw! 💛

Hi, anon!

It's been a while... sorry for answering several months later.

I was done with tumblr for a while actually. When I got all those responses for that post I found out that, unfortunately, I'm one of those snowflakes who can't handle negative comments on the Internet very well. For a little while I got kinda paranoid about it - those reblogs made me feel very stupid even though I knew that most of their "takes" are just a huge pile of bullshit. And I just don't take feeling stupid well enough (thanks to my classmates for this trauma).

(I can see where I could be wrong in my take depending on the future books. I felt kinda in the wrong in the start but I stopped paying much attention to those reblogs after I saw the words "Sansa is classist and sexist"🙃 and a bunch of other antisansa shit. It still kinda hurt though. I even stopped my asoiaf reread because I couldn't concentrate on books, it kept reminding me of all the hate.)

The whole situation made me feel sick of the Internet culture where you can shit on a person all you want even though all they did is writing their theories and opinions. (Like really, even though I've seen a tremendous load of posts I don't agree with - I've never shitted on people like that in reblogs or fought in comment section, I just don't understand it). And unfortunately, Tumblr is epitomy of this unhealthy and toxic culture.

In addition, just at that time (literally the same day) my life got an unexpected turn so even though I got over that thing my hands were still full with all the life stuff and my tumblr routine was long gone.

Long story short, in a few days I'm moving to another city and starting a whole new chapter in my life all because that one day I saw all the negativity I got and thought "well, my day can't get any worse".

I've seen your ask much earlier though - and I've felt so much better about the whole situation. I think I was able to get over this all thanks to you.

Thank you so much for your support💛. I used to think that if at least one person likes the thing I wrote - it was worth it. Apparently I forgot about my own belief for quite some time. Thank you for reminding me that.

I think when I'm done with moving I'll post another art.

Lesson learned though. Never will I ever tag any other character in my posts.

[gt-jar]

Currently working on chapter 7 of "Two Worlds among the Stars" :D

And I've been thinking, maybe I should make a taglist for my story?

Several people have asked me about it in the past, but back then I didn't think it was necessary.

But maybe it's a good idea, since dashboards can be quite flooded with content, and you might not notice when I post a new chapter.

So...

If you wanna be added to the taglist for "Two Worlds among the Stars" please leave a comment to let me know.

Btw a huge thank you to those, who leave comments under my story, or in the tags of a reblogged chapter. Reading any kind of reaction to my content, makes writing worth it. <3

[vintagelacerosette]

I posted 37,054 times in 2022

That's 553 more posts than 2021!

448 posts created (1%)

36,606 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@roughentumble

@creepkinginc

@winged-fool

@gaydhdstiles

@erdsthenerds

I tagged 11,152 of my posts in 2022

#gallavich - 2,444 posts

#soft & sensitive husbands - 700 posts

#mickey milkovich - 607 posts

#ian gallagher - 527 posts

#gallavich fanart - 513 posts

#my beloved - 436 posts

#gallavich fanfic - 381 posts

#gallacrafts - 303 posts

#sweetface - 283 posts

#ask game - 222 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#mickey is a bit tipsy and he’s sitting in ian’s lap with his head on his shoulder and stroking ian’s beard softly while saying all this btw.

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gallacrafts theme 7 - C'mere

Happy Gallacrafts day my lovelies!! 🥰 I'm pretty happy this is my first time participating in the ever amazing @gallacrafts 💕 hope you guys like 💝

💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕💘💕

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90 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

#4

Gallacrafts theme 12: You're under my Skin, Man ✨️

Happy @gallacrafts day my sunbeams & it's a special one at that, as it is our one year anniversary being all crafty as a incredible fandom! Hurrah!!! 🥳🎊

Well, with this prompt I decided to wove them into each other so that they'll be under each other's skin... Get it? Ba dum tis! 🥁 I'm sorry it's 3am here & I have gone a lil bit over board lmao 🤪

I cannot wait until y'all see our magnificent zine as well. ❤️❤️❤️

But I love you all & here's to many more crafting years with all you wonderful, amazingly creative, encouraging & talented people I have the honour to call my friends 🥹😘💕💕

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99 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#3

Gallacrafts theme 11: I'm fucking gay ✨️

Happy @gallacrafts day & happy PRIDE my dearest doves 🌈🥰🌈

I have used Mickey's iconic quote for various LGBTQIA+ identities as an affirmation for love wins & there's no need to be ever ashamed.

Like Mickey say it loud. Say it proud. Say it with your whole chest ✨️

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177 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

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Gallacrafts theme 9: Deleted Scenes ✨

Happy gallacrafts dearest hearts!! For this theme I simply could not choose so I picked them all haha! I made a waterfall heart card with images of the iconic & criminally deleted gallavich scenes. Thank you to @gallacrafts by the spectacular Rhys @smokey-mickey , magnificent Leah @whatwouldmickeydo & to all of you those who shared creations or shared other's crafts! I'm just so grateful to be a part of y'all 🥰🥰🥰

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Behind the scenes under the cut

Here are stills of each heart ❤️

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183 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A huge thank you to Alice @darthvaders-wife for making such a mesmerising commission!!! 🥹💕 I am just so in love with them 💙💙💙

273 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

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[something-named-vexxie]

jazz anon is back with the "get a grip comment," i didnt see that comment at first bc theres 4k reblogs on it. i thought u were referring to breezybee who said "you dont have to interact with this post." while it seems rude in your perspective, i think my point still stands (when i said its like going to the soup store to buy clothes. or bringing up bach on a post about rock music). i think kiton (OP of the post) was fed up with everyone missing the point of their post. i think i would be a little annoyed too if i wanted to talk abt a genre important to me and everyone tagged it as people who didnt have a huge part in it or if people tagged it as fictional characters. in fact, people were tagging kiton's post with the guy from lala land, frank sinatra, and matt damon from the mr ripley movie. and then you replied to the post with a pop song, which is completely off topic. and i saw someone else tagging it as will wood, even though id say hes more rock, indie, folk, and alternative than jazz. theres so much that goes into what genre something belongs to, like how the instruments are used, how its sung, and so on. a trumpet or a saxophone being in a song doesnt make it automatically jazz. if that were the case, careless whisper would be a jazz song (its not btw). sure, saying "get a grip" may not be the most productive thing in the world, but i couldnt blame kiton for it. people kept derailing the conversation or tagging it with people who werent important to the genre in any way. and yeah kiton made a public post, so people are gonna say whatever. but its a two way street. people are gonna say whatever to the stuff you publicly post as well. in the replies section of the post, kiton does actually say why theyre upset. their replies are still on the post in case u wanted to read it for urself. id say more, but i dont want to repeat myself a bc my points are based off of what OP said.

Jazz anon hii!

Nah breezybee is fine, it didnt help my situation too much but i forgot about it pretty quickly (i also dont remember who anyone is, i didnt memorize any of the usernames)

The reason I brought up the song I did was cause I thought it was a jazz song, I don’t know what pop sounds like (or jazz apparently)

I can understand OP being fed up with people derailing it by talking about everything but jazz and I didn’t mean to be one of those people (I thought I was talking about jazz). Tbh if I was talking about, like, My Little Pony or something and people kept responding by talking about Star Stable Online or irl horse things I probably would’ve been agitated too because that was not the topic (this is just an example I’ve never talked about MLP and had someone talk about SSO)

I didn’t mean to push the situation further by throwing a screwdriver in the drill head pile, I was just unable to tell the difference -m-“

If OP is aware of me and jazz anon’s exchange, sorry about that, it was a mistake on my part ^^”

Extra: I’ve never heard careless whisper before, thanks for letting me know it’s not jazz in advance ☝️