#I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH FOREVER AND I MISS YOU

[skyrigel]

I am a wreck, you have undone me. Again.

What am I supposed to do with you ? You and all your beautiful, incredible ways ! You who does this love-joined-like-a-cosmic cord which is entirely you being my most beloved <33

Blushing out of my face all the way home right now !! You do it to me again and again ( I'm not complaining ilysm )

I am glad I saw this or else i would've gone through my miserable ( not anymore since i know I'm loved by you ) half awake and drifting, and now I feel so, so, so much loved that it would be unexplained in a few words. I have to write millions of them, and even then it won't contain all the love which I have for you.

It is you, your beautiful brain, your beautiful heart, your beautiful soul, every beautiful bones of yours which I adore, every tendon i care about, every nerve I want to kiss, each of your atoms i want to orbit around like electrons. My angel, that is, you are, and will be, forever and ever.

I miss you as dearly, as sincerely that sometimes it hurts out of my heart<33

I'm kissing your forehead and holding your hand, and this app would never be able to keep you and me apart, hope you know that, and this shall never end.

Mwah mwah 💋💋 kissy kiss you all the way<333 love you so much, all of it, eat well and drink lots of water,,be as radiant as you are and take care of yourself my very precious :) <33

Fuckboy! Simon loves getting a reaction out of his shy, nerdy roommate.

He likes the way your eyes go molten whenever he invites over birds who won't stop groping at him, going crazy with their seductive Simon, Simon, Simon, who are easy and free to open up his shirt and flirt shamelessly — loves how you excuse jealousy as nerdy talks of not being able to study with his whole loud crowd.

Simon goes crazy when his eyes meet yours over the head of some--nameless--only--for--the--night hot chick he's making out with. Oh, he can cum alone at your warm face, so bothered, playing with the hem of your cardigan, licking your lips and blinking away.

He loves, loves, loves seeing you giveaway even the slightest of tremor, smallest of signs that you care, that when altogether his restraint would break down, and there would be no other way except pinning you under him all the while kissing you senseless, so he knows it's not a one way dance.

Which is exactly why he tugs his smirk back before asking in a voice he has mindlessly reserved for you, low in his throat, coated with sugar.

“Ya’ reckon you can get out da’ flat today, huh ?”

You look up at him; eyes glazed with a natural softness, one fingertip aligned to where you stopped reading.

How much he wants to kiss your eyelid—

“Why ?”

“Got a date.” Simon grins, “Big tits Jessica.”

“Jessica from chemistry ?” you hum softly.

His gaze slides along your exposed neck to shoulders, from where your sweater had dragged down. Simon has to take a moment to recover from the cadence his heart just experienced all at once.

“Wha— dunno. Bigs tits…blon.. brunette.”

Maybe blonde.

He can only see your tinted face, and the way you sit with your knees up, your sweater sleeves going down knuckles.

Simon doesn't know why he gets so anxious when you stop looking at him, and continue reading the black thursday of October, 1929. He starts to recognise that the way his heart tugs might be incoming heart stroke because you won't see him.

Until you break the silent torture. “Okay.”

He almost doesn't hear you from the storming inside him — to somehow shovel this topic forever, and to keep you accompany in any other way, to make you laugh with that amoeba joke you always chuckled despite saying it's not funny.

To kiss this small sad smile away from your lips.

“Wot ?” he shudders.

“Alright, I actually had a library date so—”

“Date ?!” Simon jerks up so fast, with his palm planted flat on the small dining table.

You flutter your lashes, barely concealed smirk at the way your empty tea cup rattles on the table.

Good.

“Yeah. Isn't he your mate—” you scan his waning face, he thinks only he can do this but two can play a game, “Johnny.”

“Mactavish ?!” he blurts urgently, the nerve on his neck feels like it would explode. Honestly, he'd explode whole before he sends you off with Johnny on what ? Library date his ass. It foul play on his innocent roommate, he ain't letting anyone take you away.

“Are you alright, Simon ?” You ask him, dripping with innocence.

Simon slowly sits back down, trying to form sentences that aren't ‘I am in love with you,’ and ‘Don't go with that dog. Stay with me forever.’

“I…I don't feel like…hey, um, reckon we should stay in and revise.” Simon quips, hopefully glancing at your open book.

“Exams are so close.” he presses on at your raised brow.

“Exams are nine weeks away.” you counter, Simon doesn't take it that way.

“See ?! There's no time.” he jumps out and snatches away your empty cup while scanning at the open page, “I really need to study bout this whole great... depression.”

You scoff under your breath, he takes that as a win with his silly-relieved smile.

“Gonna make tea for us, and tell Johnny ya’ won't be able to make it today, alright ?”

“Alright.” you whisper, grinning in the sleeve of your sweater.

Got him all riled up this time, aye.

⚝ Masterlist ⚝

[piastriprincess]

wrapped  around  your  finger ⸻  alex  albon  x  reader  .

featuring  alex  albon  ,  established  relationship  ,  disgusting  tooth  rotting  fluff  word  count  0.8k author’s  note  requested  by  anon  forever  ago  but  i  just  got  inspired  for it today  !!  ALEX  ALBON  P5  oh  the  man  that  you  are  …  i’m  a  mclaren  enjoyer  but  if  we  don’t  get  albodium  this  season  i  WILL  riot  .  this  is  a  bit  short  and  frankly  very  random  but  i  was  having  brainrot  about  cuddling  with  alex  and  saw  the  albon_pets  story  which  just  made  me  laugh  and  inspired  a  tiny  bit  of  the  fic  .  i  hope  you  enjoy  it  ,  anon  !  as  always  come  tell  me  what  you  think  and  my  inbox  is  always  open  for  requests  !  title  is  from  linger  by  the  cranberries  .

“Okay. What am I drawing now?”

You trace your finger deliberately against the side of Alex’s arm. You’re in the hotel bed in Imola; you flew in just a few hours before, after your boyfriend mumbled through the phone after qualifying that he missed you very much and would like you to come to the race please, if you could. He’s been clingy all evening since you got to Italy, now holding your back flush against his chest in the bed, arms wrapped around your waist. You like that he always presses his arms tight against yours, like he’s not just spooning you but actively hugging you closer.

There’s silence, for a moment. Even though you’re facing away from him, you can picture his face, the way his bottom lip is probably caught between his teeth, the way his eyebrows furrow when he’s concentrating. “A cat?”

“Be more specific,” you say, smiling. 

He sighs lightly into your hair, his grip around you settling just a little tighter. “You’re expecting me to guess one of the cats based on your invisible drawing on my bicep?”

“They’re your children, you should know them by touch.” 

“Fine, okay — do it again,” he says, and you try not to laugh at the appearance of his familiar competitive streak, exactly like you knew would happen when you started this little game. Still, you oblige, dragging your finger over his skin again and watching as it leaves goosebumps in its wake. “Horsey,” he says confidently. “Definitely Horsey.”

You shake your head, hiss through your teeth like a disappointed game show host. “It was Moomoo.”

“That felt nothing like Moomoo,” he protests, and you just laugh. “Are you having me on, love? Barely felt like a cat, honestly — it’d be a bit of a funny-looking thing.” 

“Well…” you say, trailing off, and Alex gasps. 

“How very dare you. Moomoo is a handsome boy,” your boyfriend says haughtily. He gives an exaggerated gulp like he’s shocked at your audacity to suggest otherwise, but you know better. Really it’s just because he knows you hate the feeling of his adam's apple bobbing against the back of your head. 

“Alex, ew, stop, it feels so weird!” you whine, squirming away from his grip, but he holds you firm against him, arms lean and strong around yours. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says lightly, doing it again. “And if you keep wiggling around it’s going to be something very different rubbing against you.”

You dissolve into a fit of giggles. “I’m scandalized, Albon.”

“It’s scandalous business,” he replies, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Tread carefully.”

You snuggle in closer, cherishing the proximity after being apart for the week. There’s a yawn creeping into the edges of your voice when you speak again. “I’ll be sure to watch my step. Your turn. I’ll close my eyes, you draw.”

“If you close your eyes, you’re going to fall asleep, love,” Alex murmurs, his hand ghosting gently up and down your side in a soothing sort of motion.  

“I won’t,” you lie. You can feel the exhaustion overtaking your body, but you want the time with him more. “Promise. I’ll stay up until you go to sleep. Now draw.”

“Bossy,” he huffs, but there’s no heat behind it. There’s a pause, and then his fingertip drags slowly across your forearm. It’s delicate, precise, like he’s trying to make sure you get it right without disturbing you too much. 

You hum, trying to picture the soft touches in your mind’s eye. “Is it… a star?”

“No.”

“Then it’s a really lopsided version of the track tomorrow.”

Alex laughs, low and warm in your ear. “It’s a heart.”

“Might need to take some art classes, baby,” you tease, though you can feel your cheeks heating up even in the dark, cool room. 

“Hey, my canvas was moving,” he says, squeezing your arm as if to emphasize his terrible conditions. “And I was distracted.”

You crack one eye open at that, tilt your head back towards him even though you can’t see him. “Distracted by what?”

He shifts slightly, like he’s trying to be closer to you even though he’s basically wrapped around you by this point. When he speaks, his voice is achingly soft, almost shy. “By how happy I am you’re here.”

The sudden sincerity makes something warm bloom in your chest. You’re quiet for a beat, finding his hand in the darkness and intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m happy I’m here too,” you whisper. “Even if your drawing skills are questionable.”

“Rude,” Alex mumbles into your hair, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “Poured my soul into that drawing, didn’t I?”

You laugh, tired and utterly content as your eyes flutter shut again. “I lied earlier. I think I’m falling asleep.”

“I know, love,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s okay. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, squeezing his hand once before you let go. “Love you.”

You don’t hear his reply. You feel it, as sleep starts to drag you under. 

Alex’s finger tracing across your forearm. L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-M-O-R-E.

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

What do you think of Bryan Q. Miller’s characterisation of Stephanie Brown?

Mixed feelings!! On one hand, I have a huge soft spot for Batgirl 2009 and Steph’s narrative of perseverance and dragging yourself up and to bigger and better things after what should have been total destruction is just so so important to me. It’s great for that, and for giving Steph’s character a proper spotlight and ‘redemption’ when she very well could have been relegated to the sidelines, forever haunted by her brutal fridging. And I understand why BQM might not have wanted to dredge up War Games- Batgirl 2009 is a chance for Steph’s character to move past the shitty sexist torture porn story she was killed off in. But on the other hand, the almost total absence of it to the story feels conspicuous and strange, and I really wish we could’ve gotten a characterization of Steph that felt a little more grounded in it. If that makes sense?

She’s sort of at an all time low before Batgirl 2009. Not only has she survived the brutality of War Games, the fake death retcon returns her in uncertain graces with the other characters. Her life is uprooted, the future of her character is unsteady, and to top it off she ends Robin 1993 portrayed as disgraced and foolish, as having proven Yet Again, that Steph is proven absolutely not good enough to be a vigilante.

But none of that emotion fully carries over into Batgirl 2009? Steph seems fine enough, and while I can (and do!) read that as a repression fake-it-till-you-make-it thing, a more explicit thing might’ve been nice?

I have a few small, line by line nitpicks, for example the whole ‘forgetting Steph sews’ thing rly bothers me because it’s just such a consistent trait and to me it’s so so essential that Steph makes her own OG costume - it really communicates her self-starter ‘I’ll do it myself’ personality and how it works with her vigilantism.

Also, for a comic where Crystal has so many appearances and so much potential power in the story, I feel like we missed out on a lot of Steph and hers relationship, I don’t know if I love how Steph is characterized in relation to Crystal and would have loved something a little more attached to her history with her mom.

Just generally, I find it unfortunate that much like a lot of Tim’s characterization in the early post-Flashpoint was heavily influenced by his portrayal in Red Robin, Steph’s more blatant bubbly-ness of Batgirl 2009 became sort of her baseline post new 52. Of course, Steph’s character has always been a little silly, and she’s always told her jokes, but a lot of her other (really important!!!) traits like her anger, and her grit, and her angst, and her pessimism have been much less prominent. But I rly don’t blame Batgirl 2009 for that so much. Just an unfortunate side effect of the reboot that has unfortunately really stuck around.

So I guess, overall my biggest thing is I wouldve prefer if BQMs characterization of Steph was just more grounded in her history.

Would love to hear others thoughts on this bc I fear I probably have my biases and preferences interfering here to a degree. Thank you for the ask!! 💜

[gotta-winwin]

day one | w.jh

⭐ starring: wen junhui 💌 genre: angst | wc: 2.2k 💬 preview: you and jun are all too familiar with goodbyes paired with the slight chance that you’ll never see each other again. it comes with his job as an astronaut, and when jun’s assigned to a mission that might take a whole lifetime to complete, you have to accept that this goodbye might be something else entirely. permanent and forever. 

cw/tw: astronaut!jun x researcher!reader, inspired by interstellar, set in the 2060s where Earth is all farmland and weeds, the war against time, long distance relationship taken to the max, so many goodbyes, butchering of astronaut terms

🪽fic rating: pg  ☁️ masterlist & a/n: angst. ha. this one is a gift to @lovetaroandtaemin mwah <3

now playing: forever star by 张洢豪

this is an addition to my 500 followers event: click here to read the masterlist!

A rocket flies into the sky, taking your lover away from you. 

It flies fast, filled with power and speed, perfectly designed by the research you had supplied the space team with. 

You had been tempted to burn the notebook that contained your life's work, if only as an attempt to keep Jun with you, yet the whole discovery was too tempting to give up. 

You and Jun would make it into the history books. Names written next to each other in mankind’s greatest achievement. Physical bodies nowhere near one another. 

You figured you’d be okay without him. After all, you and Jun were all too familiar with goodbyes. You stare at your calendar and realize you’ve lived longer without him than with him. 

The realization burns. 

You remember sending him off on his first flight into the universe. 

“I can’t believe I actually made it.” Jun shakes you with both hands in excitement. “We made it.” 

You can’t help but smile through the tears threatening to spill down your face. “I’m going to miss you.” You blink, and they slide down your face like waterfalls. 

He presses the pads of his thumbs to your cheeks, wiping the droplets away. “I’m going to miss you too. But I’ll be back very soon.” 

You were both so young, so clean and untouched by the suffering the next few years would be. So naive. So stupid to think it’d ever work out. 

Jun presses a feather light kiss to your forehead, stooping lower to brush against your lips. 

The first goodbye is always the easiest. You’re yet to learn the detrimental toll loving someone a universe away would put on you, and Jun was yet to learn the loneliness of outer space. 

You throw a kiss into the wind as the rocket containing your lover takes off. 

You only find solace in the fact that you’ll see him again in a couple weeks or so. 

Jun comes back with a plethora of stories to tell your nieces and nephews. 

They gather around him after dinner, eyes wide as they listened to him detail what meteor showers looked like from millions of miles away. He draws the Milky Way on a napkin. He tells them about showering upside down while bouncing your youngest niece on his leg.

You serve the kids orange juice in a glass jar and Jun his beer in a can. 

The patio lights gleam in the night sky around you. Jun catches your eye in the middle of a particularly funny story and he breaks into a dazzling smile. 

“My star.” He pulls you closer to him by the hip. 

“My moon.” You respond back, pushing his hair away from his eyes. It’s a delicate play on his last name and his love for all things outer space.

It’s the last day either of you are incandescently happy.  

The next few goodbyes are much harder than the first. 

Jun cradles your head in his hands as he whispers his goodbyes, pressing his forehead against yours as your tears drop and mix together.

He doesn’t want to leave.

“I’ll be back very soon.” He states once again, but it’s not true this time. The mission calls for at least a year on the International Space Station, and Jun knows that’s longer than anytime he’s ever been without you. “I’m sorry.”

The worst part is that it’s no one's fault. “I’m sorry too.” You don’t know on whose behalf you’re apologizing for. You. The space team. The government. The universe. 

Jun pulls you in for a hug, and he savours it like it’s his last. 

“I’ll be back.” He promises. “I’ll be back.” 

You blow the sky a kiss as the rocket takes off once again. You watch until it becomes a speck of dust in the sky, disappearing behind the murky clouds and into a place you cannot follow. 

You restart the countdown.

Jun had dreamed of becoming an astronaut for as long as he can remember. He still finds drawings of himself in astronaut gear from kindergarten, scattered in the boxes up in his parent’s attic. 

Jun used to love anything to do with space. The stars, the moon, the orbits. Jun used to love everything. 

He didn’t anymore. Not when it cost him his time with you. 

He found himself longing for a way back into the past, when times were simpler and traveling to space was just a dream too far away to even comprehend. It was an odd thing to think about when he used to long for nothing but the current position he was in now. 

Jun stares off into the distance, watching as the stars blinked fire into the nothingness around them, and thought of you. 

“Moon man, your commander’s looking for you.” Your heels clack against the marble floor of the compound. 

He looks up from the files in his hands and relaxes upon seeing you. “My star.” 

“Your commander’s been looking for you.” You repeat yourself, flipping the lights on in the room. “What are you doing sitting in the dark? You’ll ruin your eyes, reading in the dark like that.” 

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “It’s too loud in the main space.” 

You kneel down to sit on the floor beside him, glancing at the papers in his hands. You spot the words: time, barrier and travel. You think nothing of it. “Between Commander Choi barking orders and Soonyoung throwing paper planes at the back of Mingyu’s head– I understand.” 

“You’re still somehow able to calculate g-force and interdimensional shit in that ruckus though.” Jun points out, and you laugh at his lack of knowledge behind the mathematics that went into sending him and his comrades to space. 

“I’m special.” You state simply. 

His eyes turn into crescent moons when he smiles at you. “Yes. Yes, you are.” 

If he concentrates hard enough, Jun can almost feel your body heat radiating against his arm, as if you were right there next to him. He doesn’t dare turn to look beside him, fearing that if he did, the feeling of you would dissipate away. 

“Jun!” Mingyu calls him from the other side of the pod, floating with his legs crossed. “You’re on dinner duty today.” 

He turns to respond quickly, but by the time he returns back to his bubble of solitude, you’re already gone. 

The worst news is always delivered through an unassuming phone call. 

Jun’s limbs are tangled with yours in bed as you both enjoy a rare day off from work. It’s quiet, a peaceful and welcoming contrast to your usual hectic schedules.

His phone rings and he groans to pick it up. 

You don’t hear the conversation, but you can tell from his face that it’s Commander Choi on the other end of the call. 

“Right. Are you sure? Okay.” Jun mumbles a quick goodbye before ending the call, a tight expression on his face. 

“What?” 

Whatever it is, he doesn’t want to say. “Work stuff.” He waves it away, curling his arms back around your waist and dragging you back into bed. 

Your phone rings a few minutes later.

“We need you to come in.” It’s your own department head, Dr. Yoon, on the other end of the line. 

“What’s going on?” Your voice is rushed, you can sense the strain in the lead researcher’s voice even through the terrible connection your cabin house has. 

Jun’s watching you, equally on edge from the side of the bed. 

“We’ve been ordered to prepare the necessary calculations for the next flight.”

Your shoulders relax. It’s a mundane thing. “It’s my day off, boss.” 

“Not anymore. They wanted my best researcher, Y/N. It’s a big deal, this next flight. Come in and I’ll tell you more. Your boyfriend will have to come in too, he’s the one flying.”

You can feel your heart drop into the pits of your stomach as Dr. Yoon hangs up.

You and Jun later learn that the trip is for some government threat too confidential for you to know. They brief Jun on the whole mission, but your lover’s sworn to secrecy and doesn’t offer much. 

All you know is that he’ll be gone for a long, long time. 

“Time works differently in space.” Jun tells you.

“I know that, dumbass.” You reply back, already agitated by the news. “I was the one that discovered the formula for it.” 

He covers your hands with his, eyes patient despite the glare he was receiving. “I know, my star. But I’m going much farther. A year on Earth will only be a couple hours to me.” 

You don’t need to do any calculations to figure out what he’s trying to tell you. 

“I’ll be dead when you come back.” 

He winces. “No. Just– old.” 

“And you’ll still be young.”

He nods. “I will be back. I promise.” 

It’s a promise that isn’t his to give, but he gives it anyways. 

You and Jun had become familiar with goodbyes, practiced and seasoned veterans in the art of parting. The ritual was always the same: a tender kiss, a prolonged hug, whispers and promises of a quick return, quiet declarations of love. He always walks away first. You blow a kiss to the sky as you watch him leave. It’s practiced. Memorized. 

But this time it’s different. You both fumble, clumsy, knowing it was the last time for a long time– maybe forever. 

“I can’t walk away first this time.” His voice breaks as he admits it, fingers gripping yours for much longer than usual. “Please don’t make me.” 

You wipe away your tears and pull yourself together. “Okay.” 

It takes everything in you to turn and walk yourself back to the car. You watch him hesitate for a beat before leaving himself. 

You throw a weak kiss towards the sky as the rocket takes off, taking your lover away from you for the final time. 

The scientific community calls it takotsubo cardiomyopathy, or broken heart syndrome. The astronauts call it a shift so long it broke the guy. 

Jun calls it missing you. 

His comrades see it too. His bones are showing more than his skin. Food no longer agrees with him. His eyes are void of light and they no longer turn into crescent moons when he smiles, or rather, he no longer smiles. 

There are many names for the disease Jun suffers with. 

Mingyu prefers a more straightforward term. 

“He’s dying, commander.” 

Commander Choi knows he is, but there’s no way back home for any of them. Not where they had found themselves in– planets away and in a completely unknown part of the universe. “I know.” Is all he says. “I know.” 

They watch as Jun stares out the circular window of the space station, eyes transfixed on the blue terrain around them. A new ecosystem entirely, yet he showed no sign of excitement or curiosity. 

He hums a lonely tune to himself as he runs a finger across the groove of the glass. His eyes glaze over and he smiles– it’s a painful one, filled with sorrow and grief. 

“Y/N.” He whispers your name and his breath fogs up the glass. 

Commander Choi and Mingyu can’t help but think he’s not just missing you anymore. 

Jun’s mourning you like you’re already dead.

MANY YEARS LATER. 

Your nieces and nephews have all grown now, heading into their adult years or bordering on the brink of graduating high school. 

They still ask for stories of the moon man, of the uncle they remember in blips of childhood memories. 

You tell them all about the early years with Jun. How he used to swat away Mingyu’s paper airplanes whenever they got too close to your face. How he used to pick you up from your house for work even if it was on the opposite side of town. You detail his adventures with the stars in the vast universe above where you stood. 

Your nieces see him as the perfect example of what they should have in a future lover. Your nephews see him as who they should become. 

“Why did you never marry?” Your youngest niece asks, her eyes brimming with tears from the last story you had just finished retelling. The story of how you got so good at goodbyes. She’s much older now, but she still idolizes Jun as if he were the moon itself. 

Your lips quiver into a weak smile. “I don’t know, honey. I guess I could never see myself with anyone else. And I just kept waiting.” 

“You’re still waiting.” Your oldest nephew observes from the edge of the armchair. He pokes the crackling fire in the firepit with a stick. “For Uncle Moon.” 

“Yes.” You blink away the sudden tears appearing in the crevices of your eyes. “I suppose I am.” 

“Why?” It’s an innocent question, reminding you of the wide-eyed innocence you once had, years ago. 

“He has been with me since day one.” You explain. “It won’t be fair if he’s not with me till the end.”

You see in their eyes that they don’t really understand. They will, once they’ve met their own moon. 

You send them off to bed one by one before you’re finally left alone, sitting out on the patio overlooking your farm land. 

You raise your head to greet your lover in the sky. 

“Hi, my moon.” 

It glows in the center of the dark sky, crescent shaped like his eyes. The stars wink at you from around it. 

Your wrinkled and weakened fingers shake as you raise your hand to blow a kiss to the moon and you picture him reaching out to catch it– wherever he is now. 

MISSION LOG:

Mission success. Entering Earth’s atmosphere in T-Minus 10 hours. Mission length: 124 Earth years. 17 years in orbit. 

Commander Choi logging in. 

Pilot Kim logging in. 

Mission Specialist Kwon logging in. 

Fuel at 23%.

Welcome home.  

[vaaaaaiolet]

um ok tldr i had a very strange long overdue crashout and am checking myself into the hiatus ward until further notice LMAO

so if that's all you're here for I LOVE YOU!! and goodbye <3

so for the rest of you nosy people (MY PEOPLE!!), here's your james charles apology video.

i don't like being negative on this blog. unfortunately a bunch of goals and commitments need my attention right now (have been for the last 5 months actually) and i'm diverting my energy to writing instead, except writing's not really making me happy either? i feel obligated to write (entirely my fault, literally no one is pushing me) and it makes me indifferent towards a hobby i really loved at one point. also it's been like. three years of writing for one character from one franchise if you count before i started posting. that's 52,460 words about ONE WHITE MAN!! i've tried dismissing and denying the feeling by pushing myself through wips but i'm straight up burnt out.

fanfic etiquette also sucks ass rn and while i've been lucky to be spared from the brunt of it, it's pretty discouraging to write for empty likes and no feedback. times change and people switch fandoms. right now i'm spending too much time daydreaming behind a screen, gambling on reader response, missing out on life experiences people my age are getting. i'm not happy with the way i've let fandom related worries seep into my real life. maybe i'm just shit at handling my priorities. i want to stop writing about the world and start living in it.

this really isn't that serious i'm just a dramatic bitch LMFAO there are lots of insanely brilliant, talented authors on here + ao3 waiting for you to read their work!! in the meantime, i can't wait to become a reader again. medicine is one of my biggest passions. i haven't been devoting time to it like i have my writing hobby and i'm feeling unfulfilled in that regard too.

thank you from the bottom of my heart to every single one of you i've met on here. i've only ever had the sweetest readers. i can't ever repay you for your kind words, but i hope you know each one made me scream and jump and happy cry. some of you have been here from the very start and i don't know what i did to make you stay, but it means the world to me. new faces and old timers alike, i love you.

and i wouldn't be who i am without my mutuals. you guys have broken my heart and stitched it up again with your prose, and i can't thank you enough for the hours of laughter we've had while separated by our screens. i look up to every one of you. more than the rush of writing, i'll miss this warm corner we made together on the internet most. let's get coffee if you're ever in town?

HOO BOY OKAY so that's everything that's been on my mind for the last few months. literally nobody cares and the world keeps spinning. i'll be logging out right after i post this otherwise i'd stay forever (and continue burning myself out to nobody's benefit). i still hope i cross paths with y'all again real soon :)

stay healthy, drink water, i love you <3

[lysarion]

━━━━━━ i can see you. ⟢

♱    |    being in a secret relationship with rising star, isagi yoichi, thrilling with how he always seemed to toe the line of exposing your relationship for all the world ( his teammates ) to see.

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being in a secret relationship with isagi would be thrilling, full of fun and exhilarating instances. the idea of keeping things under cover but with how clingy and attached to the hip he was with you it was hard to patch up every little mishap he does. doesn’t help the fact that 80% he does it on purpose just to see you flustered and fumble with your words as you tried to deny the dating rumors that were circling around the two of you for a solid 3 months.

being in a secret relationship with isagi would have you waiting by the lonesome classroom on the ground floor that had the perfect view of the soccer field. a perfect hang out spot for you as you waited for him, a perfect view of him all sweaty and smiles as he played the sport that set his heart ablaze and his dreams just a tad bit more like reality. when practice ends, you’d slip out of the classroom 5 minutes early to avoid suspicion but you’ll never realize how isagi would often take glances at that one classroom, with you seated on one of the seats near the window. blue eyes filled with so much love and adoration, he was afraid that he’ll eventually overflow your own cup with it.

being in a secret relationship with isagi meant being the prime victim of his cheeky little endeavors. you were a pretty physically affectionate person at heart, always holding hands with your friends, giving them hugs and so on, but something about isagi’s “friendly” touches just sets your entire being in flames. as if a million little butterflies have escaped your body. casually slinging his arms around your shoulders in front of yours and his friends, taking your hand in his when the hallways were just a tad bit crowded, putting your head on his shoulders whenever you eat lunch together because he knows you didn’t get any sleep last night, and god those kisses that he keeps stealing from you every chance he got because “your lips were only ever mine to steal” and then have the audacity to smile at you. everyone turned a blind eye to it, saying that it was another “platonic” relationship. 

being in a secret relationship with isagi meant having to prevent yourself from holding him back from chasing his dreams. after receiving the letter from blue lock you’ve had to stop yourself from going to the facility itself and demand they let out your boyfriend because you miss him. him leaving for blue lock meant you won’t see each other for a while so you gave him your hair tie to show he’s taken. you remembered him laughing and saying that he should be the one giving you something so no one steals you from him. you will never forget the way his face colored a pretty pink just like the cherry blossoms when you told him that you were forever his.

being in a secret relationship with isagi after the u-2o match meant you could finally see him. though he did receive very curious glances when he immediately called you after getting his phone back, rambling about all that’s happened and saying how much he missed you and how he couldn’t wait to take you out on a date after so long. the absolute shock and dumbfounded looks his friends and fellow players gave him only caused him to chuckle, only putting his finger to his lips in a shushing motion, a cheeky  grin tugging at his lips as he kept the phone to his ear.

being in a secret relationship with isagi meant noticing how his team tailed your little date after their hang out. you never bothered to tell him because where’s the fun in that right? by the time the both of you took a little break, with you sitting on a park bench while he went to the bathroom, his teammates didn’t hesitate to approach you and ask if the two of you were dating. you only laughed and humored all their questions, easily matching their energy while also spilling some embarrassing moments your boyfriend has done. by the time he came back he had to put his hand over your mouth, a giant blush on his face, to prevent you from embarrassing him even more. you only laughed as you continued to chatter with bachira and chigiri, his eyes never once leaving your figure. (everyone could feel how much he had adored you.)

being in a secret relationship with isagi meant placing all your trust into this football geek and you wouldn’t have it any other way. he was by no means perfect, he had his own flaws, but you’d love him even more. he would forever meet and raise your standards! to opening doors for you, getting you flowers and chocolates on every occasion, especially on valentines, buying you little gifts because the item reminded him of you, whispering absolute sweet tooth rotting nothings to your ears morning, noon, and night, taking time off from his practices because you had a bad day, pulling you close to his chest every single time, taking your hand in his and never letting go and those fleeting and forever lasting kisses because no matter how hard he tried he would never have enough you and he’d rather drop dead than get tired of you. 

isagi yoichi was the sweetest and most perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for, and you’ll rub it on everyone’s face when the both of you decide to make it known and even more so when he finally reaches his dream.

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[avaaawritesss]

in the shadows • jedi!anakin x reader

it's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything i do

description • in the lower levels of coruscant, you run into anakin, having just returned from battle. you find a place in the dark alleys to remind each other that this is a secret worth keeping.

warnings • mentions of violence, suggestive language, anakins mechno arm, alcohol

inspired by cw 2003 episode 21

The sliding sound of the door was followed by the 79’s electronic music slowly fading into the city as Anakin left the bar. It really wasn’t his scene. But it was safe for Jedi—many hated and blamed them for starting the Clone Wars—and he really needed a drink or several. The battlefield that was his mind was relentless. He had fallen for the trap set for him by the Sith. Though emerging victorious, he wasn’t left unscathed.

There was only one reason that Ventress had been the one to fall down that pit on the jungle moon of Yavin 4 and not him.

And it wasn’t because of his Jedi training.

It was his unbridled anger.

And hate.

All because he refused to be beaten by some Sith wannabe. That wasn’t the way he was supposed to die. And no one was going to get in the way of him returning home to you. In that moment, the choice had been clear.

Channeling the same power Ventress did was the only way to win and come home.

I’ll never do it again, he whispered to himself as he walked back to the garage where his Delta was docked.

Such a promise was an empty one. He had already promised you the very same thing after he had slaughtered the entire Tusken camp. But maybe this time he could keep it. He just hoped he would be able to look you in the eyes tonight. You never judged him, but he felt as though he had failed you. And that’s a line of thinking that necessitated drinking. You were sure to taste the alcohol, but he couldn’t delay his visit any longer. Your time apart had been unbearable.

Anakin waded through the crowds of Coruscant. He wore his Jedi hood to disguise himself from unwanted attention. Coming down a set of stairs, he looked over his shoulder. He had a premonition that someone was following him.

He waved it off. He had just come back from battle. Paranoia was not unusual to soldiers. But as he came closer and closer to his destination, he couldn’t shake the sensation that he was being followed.

He slipped down an alleyway and waited for a moment. The presence following him came closer and closer.

Anakin willed the Force to persuade the presence to the alleyway. It was mere moments before a cloaked figure approached. Grabbing hold of the fabric, he pulled them in and held his ignited lightsaber between them. If just an inch closer, the light could have sliced through.

“Ani?”

Only one person in the expanse of the galaxy called him that. The sound of your voice echoed through him. Flames of blue caressed the contours of your face, making them visible in the darkness. You pushed back the hood of your cloak—his cloak actually.

Before you could say another word, he killed the blade between you and pulled you close for a kiss. The kiss that he had been waiting for, for nearly two months. You set your perfect hand on his shoulder and quietly sighed into his mouth.

When you parted, he cupped the soft curve of your jawline. Your skin was silklike. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His angel was the most beautiful creature in the galaxy, and somehow every time he saw you, he found your beauty even more breathtaking. Your eyes sparkled when you smiled at him. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes for a moment, resting in his presence.

This time you initiated the kiss, holding him tightly as though you needed him to breathe. He was grateful to see that the time apart had not tamed your love for him. You kissed him exactly the same. He could have remained here forever. In your arms was where he could find relief. But the prying eyes of people walking by who noticed you and their loud thoughts were too great for him to ignore. You couldn’t risk being seen like this. Holding onto you, he turned and pressed you up against the wall, hiding your body with his from any onlookers.

He scoffed, realizing how ridiculous this was. “I’m tired of all this. Our love shouldn’t be hidden like it’s some immoral thing!” His voice echoed loudly down the alleyway. He didn’t mean to raise his voice at you.

“Ani,” you beckoned him back with a tug at his cloak. “You’re almost a Jedi Knight and then—”

“And then what? Jedi aren’t supposed to be married,” he replied coldly, still irritated. He wanted the whole galaxy to know that you were his. And now, you were the one who was comfortable with keeping your secret. He scoffed again, more at himself for getting so upset. “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

You squeezed his arm. “It does matter. We knew it would be like this. Perhaps things can change after the war. But for now, the Republic needs us. There are trillions of people looking to you for help. You cannot fail them.” You pulled him very close to you and lifted the hood off his head. Gently, you weaved your fingers through his short hair. Love was beaming from your eyes when you looked up at him. “And in the shadows of Coruscant, or any other city, but most importantly in my heart, I will always love you.”

Your unwavering reassurance, your patient love, and your gentle touch was all he needed to soothe every fear of your uncertain future together. His hands grabbed your waist, and he pulled you against him. And once again, nothing else mattered but your love. A grin passed over his face as he said, “Well, you do look really good in the dark.”

Playfully, you hit his chest. “Ani!”

Then you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and laughed together.

“What are you even doing out here, my love?” he asked, hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe I should ask you the same thing? Were you planning on coming home tonight?” you teased, although he knew you would worry if he didn’t answer his question seriously.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. I was on my way.”

You sniffed him intently. “Were you drinking?”

“Hey,” he said with a laugh. “I was doing the questioning here.”

You narrowed your gaze, and the firmness in your expression was honestly... frightening. “Anakin.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, defeated, “a little. Rex... invited me.”

“Well,” your face softened into the usually way You looked at him, and it was this look that made him so crazy about you, “I’m glad you’re hanging out with your friends.”

Of course, he hated lying to you. But this lie wouldn’t hurt you. He refused to ruin the evening by telling you about what happened with Ventress. He could share that later. After you spent the night together. Inclining his head, he nuzzled the delicate skin of your neck. “And what are you doing out in the city so late?”

“I was shopping.”

He nipped at your skin, and he felt you relax, completely submitting to his touch. “For?”

“A new nightgown.”

He chuckled against your neck. “Is it see-through?”

Your voice was low and intentionally sultry. “You’ll have to wait and see when we get home, starboy. I told Threepio...” You inhaled sharply when he pushed you against the wall, your bodies flush against one another, “t-to bring my bags home as soon as I saw you.”

He lifted his head to stare into your eyes as his mechno hand slid down to your thighs. “I don’t think I can wait until we’re home.”

masterlist

[simcardiac-arrested]

ATTENTION: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS TREE? IF YOU HAVE, YOU MIGHT HAVE FALLEN INTO SOME SORT OF RIP IN THE FABRIC OF TIME

alt version because i also liek it :)

[crescentfool]

super excited for the p3 remake, can’t wait to re-experience minato’s journey in HD! 💙

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Sunny i don't think you understand how much i love you 🥺🥺

Im literally so in awe of you, and you're such a silly billy it makes me so happy

Does this to you

[asexualbookbird]

I've been looking for enamel pins, are there any artists you'd recommend?

GASP YEAH

Admittedly, I haven't bought any enamel pins in a hot second BUT STILL! I HAVE ARTISTS SAVED!!!!

every time artoftangmo has released the angel sets, I've backed the whole thing lol (reasons why I haven't bought pins in a while,) they're SO GOOD and right up my aesthetic. The mertal choices. The simple details. The wings. ten out of TANGMO!

Alum & Ink has. So many choices. Of all sorts of different techniques. I have the star chart pin and IT SPINS!!!!! IT'S A WORKING STAR CHART!!!! ON A PIN!!!!!! They have great examples of clear enamel usage, great soft enamel designs (so many pin sellers use a soft enamel pin as a cheaper way to make their designs that SHOULD be hard enamel and it just. Doesn't work.) that I actually like to look at lol Dangly charms pins?? Playing with different metals and line widths. So amazing. How do they do it all. Looking at their shop, they've added a lot of new designs too.....

Shattered Earth is who I first think of when I think of clear enamel because of their stained glass pins! I have the terrarium D20 pin and it's so pretty!!!! My fave pin from them is Bell Goose, from Untitled Goose Game. It's put away right now but IT DINGS! Fantastic design.

thisishannako doesn't look like they're very active online anymore and their shop is closed :( but I can't NOT mention the artist that got me obsessed with pins. I belonged to their pin club on patreon until they shut down the teir (understandably; they got a great job and couldn't keep up with monthly pin design and production I'm so happy for them!!!!) THE WHALES! THE CLOWN! THE GLOW IN THE DARK CLEAR GHOST FRAME! MOTHMANS! My fave designer of soft enamel pins. Hannako GETS IT! I should dig out the kitsune mask pins, matte black and white metal (depending on which you bought) with the soft enamel making up the details???? chefs kiss

MidnightZone did one of my FAVORITE pin kickstarters, Take This, Travelers, a set of d&d weapons in pin form. I got the bow, the violin, and the rapier. The soft enamel and thick copper metal is PEAK design.

Coey and Shy have great.....I wouldn't call them creepy but they advertise a few of their designs as "occult", They pop up at cons in my area, and I always have to check them out. I thought they were one of the artists that did the pride collar pins but they're not on the shop? Luckily Jackal & Hare also does them, mine are put away so I'm not sure which artist I have lol

Did you know you can make pins out of WOOD?? mittiepaul has a wooden worm on a string pin. just saying. they're one of the many artists I miss from twitter lololol lots of cryptids.

and of course, mayticks, for all your bot and locked tomb pin needs. I really love the murderbot pin, I love how the metal matches the enamel just enough that you have to catch the light to see all of it. Bot would love that. Do not perceive it.

[napping-sapphic]

Living is crazy because sometimes you know someone and feel absolutely completely normal about them and then you look back and just KNOW that if you spoke to them now you’d fall like crazy in love in a split second

[mayo-productions]

good evening tumblr (it's literally midnight..)

I'm back in the Miguel trenches and I just saw this and I just about fell to the floor in tears because this is literally what's gonna happen to Mateo..

(incoming nonsense rant in tags, sighh)

[ismyteadoneyet]

How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?

Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?

How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?

How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".

My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️

[slasherflicks999]

I am the only one remembers Crosshatch Creepypasta. Look her up, I felt like she is one of most forgotten Creepypasta characters. I do miss some digital and gaming creepypastas. TwT

She is like female Ben Drowned lol.

i swear i feel like i saw her on amino once in middle school or something she looks SO familiar but not enough to confidently say i knew who she was before now

SHE DOES LOOK SO COOL THO i appreciate i appreciate :o any BEN adjacent character honestly gets an automatic nod of appreciation tho LOL

if you have ever played or heard of the game OFF…. her design reminds me a lot of it

so hyped for that game to come to switch btw TOBY FOX IS GONNA BE ON THE SOUNDTRACK IM DEAD /POS

[demigod-of-the-agni]

"You're here eating SOUP?! I just fought my way through the stinkiest, dirtiest, coldest giants to find you, and you are here eating soup. Behen, I am going to scream."

Marvel Voices Infinity Comic #77