#GO READ THAT FIC IT IS AMAZING AND I AM SO PROUD OF WHAT REV AND I HAVE CREATED!!!

[molten-rainbows]

Crescent

And it’s so strange

How easy it is to fall into these motions

To draw this creature closer

To touch and soothe

In a way that works so well

Text taken from Malediction Chapter 2: Crescent, written by @revenantpoet !!!

Part of our Vashwood Reverse Bang collaboration

[palimpsessed]

Thank you so much for tagging me today @artsyunderstudy @takitalks @tea-brigade (happy birthday) @confused-bi-queer @fatalfangirl @urban-sith @basiltonbutliketheherb @facewithoutheart @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stardustasincocaine I always love to see what people are working on. 🥰

I finally mustered enough focus to get going on chapter 23 of my beloved epic Slings and Eros and managed to hit my 1k goal 🥳 My brain has been sooooo scattered this week so I am very happy to finally have been able to write something. Also...things are starting to rev up plotwise. I’m getting so excited for what I’ve got in store and I had two amazing breakthrough ideas today. So yay! Also this may sound silly, but I reviewed a chapter from a couple months back to get in the headspace for this chapter and just found myself captivated. Which like, I know this is my fic that I wrote for me, but I’ve been working on it for so long that I haven’t gotten the chance to revisit it much in the process. And idk. I’m just really proud of it and so impatient to be able to read it all the way through. 🥰 Although I wish I could do that but forget everything I wrote so it would feel new and undiscovered. 😂 Anyway.

Here’s the start of today’s words:

Simon:

I'm anxious to get back to Baz.

It's silly. We've only barely begun living together and I already feel like I'll go out of my mind whenever he's not directly in sight.

I don't even think it's because of my attraction to him. I just want to make sure he's safe. It's like an ache in my bones. I'm sick with it.

Penelope was hard pressed to get me to leave him even after we'd spent most of yesterday sorting out exactly how to do just that.

I just hated to think I'd be the one leaving him alone, knowing how terrified he is of being on his own here. Being abandoned.

Penelope wasn't any help. Not that I thought she would be.

"Leave first," she said.

I frowned at her in confusion. "What?"

"You leave first."

"What does that matter?"

"You won't be leaving Baz alone if you're leaving him with me. I'll be the one leaving him alone. And I won't feel bad."

"That is not reassuring."

Tagging: everyone who tagged me today for next time because I genuinely love to see your updates and appreciate you all ❤️

[ohthathurt]

Time Will Explain

apparently i write fanfiction now? lol its my first fic ever pls go easy Read on AO3

Summary: In the year 2020, Liam Payne, sits down for an exclusive interview with Ellen on The Ellen Show, to promote One Direction's reunion album and to reveal a secret about his personal life.

He bounced on his feet, rubbing his palms together, trying to settle his nerves. This was the most difficult part before any interview but he was looking forward to this one. And there was a special reason why.

A frazzled looking technician edged forward from the curtain and gave him a jerky nod, trepidation and awe in his eyes. That was his cue; with a skip, he moved forward through the curtain and a door and out into the blinding studio lights. A deafening applause was the only thing that filled his ears, followed by a shrill cacophony of screams of ‘Liam!’ and ‘We love you’.

Still humbled by the positive response of his fans, he made his way to the couch and met Ellen with a warm hug and a hello. After a lot of waving and grinning at the audience, he sat down on the white couch, screams and shouts still echoing in the studio. Ellen only continued grinning at him and looking back and forth at the audience, laughing slightly at their response.

“Well, I’m not saying I’m surprised, but it’s still a shock. I mean, I don’t think any of my guests, except for you boys, have ever received such a response,” she stated, turning to Liam who hadn’t stopped smiling the entire time.

He nodded proudly and looked out at the audience, “Honestly, I’m still quite surprised that I-we’ve still got such a devoted fan base and I mean I tell the boys all the time, I tell them, “Man, how lucky are we?” We really lucked out that we have such amazing fans who are so, so dedicated even after all these years.”

“I keep saying the only reason we’re coming back is because of you guys,” he finished, pointing out at the audience, receiving yet another round of applause and shouts and screams. He shakes his head at them, giggling quietly at some of the cute signs the fans are holding.

Ellen smiled at him,” So, you boys are coming back, you’re actually coming back after a really long hiatus right?” She directed her question at Liam who was momentarily distracted by the picture pulled up on the giant screen behind the couches. There they were: the five of them, piled onto a settee with the words ‘Coming Home’ printed on top of the picture.

But that was not what caught his attention.

It was their expressions; Niall’s head (still brunet though, bless him) was thrown back, his mouth open in laughter at something Louis whispered in his ear. Speaking of the menace, he was leaned towards Niall whispering god-knows-what Liam doesn’t know, his other arm wrapped around a lanky lad. This certain lad who was sporting a beautiful, dimpled smile directed at the camera was the sweetheart of said band, Mr. Styles, now proudly known as Mr. Tomlinson (the other one, as Louis once smugly stated). On the other corner of the settee, sat Liam with an embarrassing but endearing expression of adoration leveled towards the most beautiful man on Earth. (Or, so he liked to claim from time to time just too see Zayn blush to the tip of his toes and shove him playfully.)

Zayn himself, was snuggled in between Harry and Liam, though leaning more towards Liam, laughing at something off camera, his tongue pressed up against his teeth, his cheeks full and healthy, sporting a scruffy beard and a very prominent eyebrow slit. (“But, Liam, c’mon that’s our thing; I’ve got to do it!”).

He smiled at the picture one last time before finally turning to Ellen, almost missing her question.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “Yeah, we still fit onto a couch now even after all these years, I guess” Liam reveals, giggling a bit.

Ellen gave the picture a cursory glance before fixing Liam with a knowing look, “Well you all look very comfortable there, all up in each other’s personal space.”

The audience laughed at the implications but Liam was quick enough,” Well, no reason hiding it anymore, is there?” He tilted his head towards her, eyes mischievous.

She caught on,” Of course, pass on my congratulations to the newlywed Tomlinsons, please let them know that I’m so proud of them and what they’ve achieved so far,” Ellen ended on a serious note. Everyone knew what she was talking about, the coming out of Louis and Harry Tomlinson was not what anyone would call an easy feat. It was messy, drawn out and uncomfortable for everyone involved, not away from lawsuits and scandals, but eventually when everything had settled, they could be themselves again. In love and free.

A respectable applause broke out in the studio and Liam would be lying if he wasn’t misty eyed himself, so happy and proud of his friends and the hardships they had overcome throughout the years.

The moment ended and Ellen grabbed at the opportunity to direct their conversation towards the actual subject of the show. “Um, so, Liam I’ve heard, you have news too?” she questioned with a lilting voice.

This was it. This was the reason he came here. Well that and the opportunity to promote their new album. But primarily, this was the reason that he called up his manager after a heavy, long talk with Zayn and asked to be on The Ellen Show for an exclusive interview. He chose Ellen because he knew her studio and show was a safe space and that it was the best place for the world to know: Liam was not in fact single and free, he was very happily committed and settled and married to the enigma better known as Zayn.

He smiled nervously at her and received a warm and comforting one in return. Okay, Liam here goes, he thought to himself. Revved up by a mental pep talk, he opened his mouth, “Yeah, actually. Um-well, the thing is…” Don’t fuck this up, c’mon man, Zayn is depending on you for this one, his thoughts echoed.

Ellen put him out of his misery, piping up with, “Here, let me ask you about this selfie of yours I found the other day?”

A picture displayed on the giant screen of the studio and a hush settled in the audience. It was breathtaking and shocking and endearing, and no one knew how to react. It was a simple selfie, Liam reclined on the numerous pillows on his and Zayn’s shared bed, hair messed up and ruffled in sleep, scruff growing out of control, eyes heavy with sleep and a content smile on his face. But what drew everyone’s attention was the face of another person in the picture.

Head resting on Liam’s chest, eye lashes long and fluttery against his cheeks, his face calm and beautiful in sleep, was the very only Zayn Malik.

Wrapped in a fuzzy hoodie of Liam’s and handing rest on Liam’s chest, Zayn was lost to the world of dreams, oblivious that his husband had taken a sneak selfie of the two of them in bed on a lazy Sunday, rays of sun just beginning to creep through the blinds. Liam could coo at him all day (“Stop it, Leeyum, I’m not adorable, I’m hot, babe”).

It had been this exact selfie, that he later showed to Zayn, just to tease him and enjoy all the pretend scowling that followed which was only a facade to hide his actual blush, that roused an idea in him. Zayn had stared at him a long time, after he shared his idea, and with doe-like hazel eyes fixed on him, he only murmured a "I trust you, babe". And Liam knew with that sentence, he could climb Mount bloody Everest.

Back in the studio, Liam sighed contently, the picture and memory settling something in him, something that threatened to light him on fire, something that was sitting heavy in his stomach, running through his veins like lead. Altogether, like a switch being turned off, everything quieted in him.

On autopilot, he started with,” I think I should introduce myself again. My name is Liam Malik formerly Payne, I’m a pop artist and famously in the One Direction band, I have great friends and am married to the best man in this entire world.” He finished his statement, directing it to the audience and the cameras trained on him.

Liam fixed a smile on his face, not wanting to come across as intense and worrying, but he found himself biting his lip in apprehension.

Then it happened, like an explosion, there was a gasp from the audience and what followed could only be described as thunder, as applause ripped throughout the studio, people standing up and directing their grins and watery smiles at him. Even Ellen stood up from her seat on the couch and gave a round of cursory applause, leaning in to hug him and whisper a ‘told you so’.

He sat there in shock, jaw slack and eyes wide. He couldn’t believe it, this applause, these people standing up and clapping, was for him? Him and his husband? Liam teared up at the sight, sniffling quietly to hold back his tears; it wouldn’t do to be a blubbering mess on national television. Oh how he wished Zayn was with him in that moment. His cellphone sat heavy in his pocket, the urge to head backstage and call him was itching in him. But he eased himself and broke out into a blinding grin.

He could hear himself repeating ‘thank you’ and ‘unbelievable’ and ‘oh my god’ over and over until everyone in the studio had their wits about them. The audience settled once again as did Ellen and Liam couldn’t stop smiling widely.

Wild horses could rip through the studio and he’d still be sat there with a dazed expression.

Zayn would laugh his arse off at some of my thoughts, Liam thought.

“Thank you all so much for such a positive response, you have no idea how much this means to me and Zayn, like honestly, I can’t tell you how nervous I was, how nervous he was yesterday. But seeing you all here today, I know I can’t be worried about a thing as long as we have you guys behind us.” Liam revealed, sincerity colouring his voice.

Ellen looked at him like a proud parent, smiling comfortingly then turned to her table to pick up their album.

“Coming Home is out now, please give it a listen, go support the boys, One Direction is officially back and dare I say ‘out’!” Ellen finished with a flourish, waving the album around.

“Thank you so much to Liam Malik for joining us and talking to us, please stay tuned, I have a lovely little girl who wants to show you all something!”

The lights dimmed as the audience continued with their screams, this time shouting words of love and comfort to Liam. He turned and waved at the audience, ready to leave back through the door, but stopped to point at an enthusiastic fan with the best sign he had seen all day.

“Love Wins!”

[prinxietyhell]

welp Rev is feeling sappy (no judging allowed kiddos)

When I first met PJ, well, he was the very first addition to my new internet family, the angst court. But, for awhile, it was just him and I, and then we met Sophie, but anyway.

When I first met PJ, he’d just followed prinxietyhell. And this doesn’t seem like it’d be significant, but his main blog? Well, I’d followed it for a long time. He was one of my internet idols. I screamed, and with persuasion from another of my friends, Jax, I messaged him. We stayed up until the early hours of the morning, just talking, and that spelled out a pattern that would soon become commonplace. And he didn’t even know what SPC was, ironically.

Now, this man is one of my best friends in the world. My big brother. (He’s given my boyfriend the ‘older brother talk’, even, much to my embarrassment and screams of terror). Now, I know you’re there for me whenever, and I hope you know the same of me. You even sang me to sleep once. It was three a.m. for me, four for you. You didn’t care. And, and, you’ve helped me chase writers block away so many times its not even funny. You became the coauthor of my literary baby. You’ve helped me so, so much, (because writer’s block isn’t the only thing of mine you’ve chased away) and I can only hope I’ve helped you even a fraction as much.

When I first met Sophie, it was because… well, I don’t even remember, but we became good friends fairly quickly. we screamed at each other about story ideas, and eventually, you wrote the only story in existence that’s ever made me cry. Ever. You’re obscenely proud of this, and honestly, it’s amazing. You’re amazing. Back then, we followed the ‘fluff’ ask circle fairly closely, and I remember the first time your anons made an appearance. It was right after those characters went dark for a night, and honestly, it was such a good night. Such a good time. Also, I spoiled the entirety of SPC to you because I have zero (0) self control and I wanted to see if I could make you cry back. I couldn’t. I’m still laughing about it.

Now, you’re my big sib. And we chill on calls all the time, we laugh together all the time, we tease each other and we make sure we’re okay. We’re family,  and anyone who crosses us has hell to pay, from both of us. You spam puppy pictures and space pictures whenever anyone’s upset and it’s adorable. You’re adorable, and you may deny it but it’s true and it always will be.

When I first met Carolina, it was on a google hangout call in the middle of the night with my parents in the other room. I had to be quiet, I had to whisper, but there was no way in hell I was going to miss that call. Because on that call, you were doing a dramatic reading of all of SPC so far, and PJ was there, and I was cackling the whole time, because oh children, you ain’t seen nothing yet. I think that was my first ever call with PJ, too, but hey. This part is about you, my dear. I gained so much that night, and an unexpected and amazing friend was definitely not the least of it (in fact, it was the best of it).

Now? Now, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, ever in my whole life. Just, what, a month? into our friendship, you sent me this submission post into my main blog and God I remember the moment I first read it so vividly- I’d needed it, and I don’t know how you always know these things but you do. And I’m still working on that payback project, damnit! And you mysteriously enjoy my singing, and you let me rant about my writings even though they’re all so gosh-darn angsty it hurts. I have so many feelings. You make me feel so safe it’s unreal.

When I first met my 小妹，Sun, it was because you were getting (surprise, surprise) hate. And it made me so angry, oh my word! Because you, at that point, were one of the only angst writers in this fandom besides me and I absolutely loved all of your writings. So I went into your inbox and fought the haters for awhile, and we started talking. I think the first call I ever had with you was because of that really bad hate incident, do you remember? PJ and I got so pissed at that person, and we wanted to make sure you were alright so we invited you into the call. PJ exposed that person, and goodness, we took a bad night and turned it good. 

Now, you’re my amazing and beautiful little sister. We’ve even met IRL, and it was pretty much the best two days of my life so far! We know we can turn to each other for anything at all, and we’re not afraid to trip ( ;）) around one another, because we know we’ll pick each other right back up. Sometimes we’ll get on calls with just us, and not say anything at all because even silence together is comforting. You’re a confidant, and family, and we switch into Chinese sometimes solely to be the annoying little siblings we are. Also, I now sleep with Dusk more than I do Squirtle.

When I first met Mira, it was because they were a main anon on my roleplay blog, and I’d messaged them because their character was hard-core compartmentalizing, and I’d wanted to make sure the mun wasn’t doing the same. Because that shit ain’t good for anyone. Turns out, they were; but only slightly, and we haven’t stopped talking since. It felt like we were meant to be friends, like we’ve known each other all our lives, like it was destiny. Fate.

Now, oh now, you’re my amazing lil sib, my hatchling, and I’d do anything to keep you safe, anything at all. You’re one of the safest presences I know, and Lord, we’ve had some times. There are stories I’ve told you that I don’t tell anyone else. You’re amazing, you really, really are.

And when I first met Lana, I don’t really remember how- hold up, I just scrolled up to the top of our conversation and it looks like I have yet another thing to thank SPC for- you!! I’ve met so many good people off of that fic, oh my word. In the beginning, we just messaged on tumblr about stories and ideas and generally screamed at each other and we became real close real fast.

Now, you’re a part of my huge and ever expanding internet family. You’re friends with my friends, we talk on discord all the time, and you follow our angsty roleplay blogs and it’s amazing, and we have such fun. Red Feels Day is a phrase that sparks immediate reaction from you and I laugh every time You're… you’re my sister now and honestly? I’m so glad we met. I am so glad and grateful to whatever force of fate pushed us together.

When I first met Fluff, I was messaging you on tumblr because you managed to guess pretty much the rest of the SPC plotline in one fell swoop. We stopped talking for awhile, but then one day you messaged me about the SPC comic, and then we started talking in earnest. And you made the angst court discord server, and that brought our relationship to a whole new level.

Now, you’re my adorable lil sibling, for always. You always have my back and I’ll always have yours, we’re family now. We all are and we always will be. I’m so proud of you, lil one. We talk daily and I love it.

Long story short, guys, you’re my family. I love you all so, so much. So much more than I could ever hope to tell you. God, I didn’t even know that this feeling was possible before you all.

Just remember, lovelies: I love you more than the moon, than all the stars, more than the icy cold that makes me feel alive, more than flight and more than anything. And that won’t change. I love you.

Love,

Rev