#Resolutions for 2021

[fox-and-the-hound]

redraw: 2024-2021-2018

[10kiaoi]

Time slip AU (2-8/9)

Time Slip AU (1/9)

[lowresxisuma]

[kittylaroux]

New Year’s resolutions for bad girls and hedonists

✨ Put on a show every time you take your clothes off. No more leaving your dirty leggings in a ball in the corner of the bathroom - peel each piece off with the intention and grace of a burlesque queen.

✨ Say no, shamelessly. If you don’t want a drink, if you want to stay home, if you can’t take on the extra work, if you don’t like what’s for dinner. It’s okay to say no, no explanation needed.

✨ Really learn to embrace pleasure - and how to experience pleasure without sabotaging yourself. When you finally learn to focus on an experience and enjoy it, you’ll find you no longer need to gorge yourself, get drunk, over exercise, or spend your whole paycheque on an online shopping spree. You’ll simply feel, and enjoy.

✨ Get comfortable in your skin. Stop reading about how to be a different type of person and be yourself. Trust that your power, your confidence, and your femininity are within you - they can’t be taught. The more comfortable you come to feel in your own skin, the more unstoppable you’ll be.

[tigresslanzhu]

New Moon Scale

Buster: [standing on the scale in his office] I’m gaining weight…

Suki: I’m not surprised. Every time someone brings in cookies, you eat them all so that Artica and Nooshy don’t get to eat any.

[bluejaywriter]

Anyway, I've been sitting on "The Five Times Queen Hippolyta Had Her Heart Broken (and the one time she didn't)" for about 2.5 years and 2024 seems like as good time as any to finally release it!

[katierosefun]

i'm going to be seeing hadestown apparently, and i can't wait to sob my eyes out like a baby in front of my mom

[lucienvanitasabysslll]

LMAO GUYS I JUST FOUND ONE OF MY OLD KINLISTS

im literally flabbergasted hello ???

[vonkarma2]

1, Song of the year? / 11. Something you want to do again next year? / 14. Favorite book you read this year?

I got this last year and was too lazy to answer it but this year I can redeem myself 

Song of the year wolf like me by tv on the radio ofc but other than that strange overtones by david byrne is up there. also mona lisa dominic fike and hollywood baby 100 gecs

Something I want to do again next year well. Early last year like February-April I had a lot of fun writing and I really want to get back into that again 👍 not necessarily super consistently but it’s fun and it’s nice to have idk a completed final product you put a lot of work into (or not that much work at all 😁 even so yk)

Favorite book I read this year I’ll say Gawain bc I really enjoyed the experience + its the type of thing I don’t usually read + now I can say I have read sir gawain and the green knight in the past. it makes it easier to defend the movie 

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by @set-phasers-to-whump! Thanks for the tag!

I'll tag @rottenmarigolds @justwhumpythings @whumpdoyoumean @whump-captain and anyone else who wants to do this! Tag me if you do :3

Excerpts under the cut cause 10 excerpts is loong

In Between - Shadow & Bone

"Are you really sure this is the best use of our time, boss? I was rather hoping to be keeping warm with a drink and a rousing conversation over a hand of cards this evening," Jesper griped for the third time.

2. Car Crash - Locke & Key

"-yler! Tyler, please!"

Tyler groaned as awareness came back. His head felt heavy and like it had been stuffed with cotton. Everything felt muffled, including his hearing as he only distantly heard someone calling his name. His mouth was dry and his eyes felt like they might as well be glued shut for how hard it was going to be to open them.

3. Just Get It Over With - The 100

“The Ring’s starting to look pretty good right about now…” Murphy trailed off. He turned back to Emori as an idea came to him. “How much fuel is left in this thing?”

“Not enough. Why? What are you thinking?” Emori asked, wielding the screwdriver in her newly gloved hands, ready to take another jab at removing the collar.

4. The Fall - Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order

He woke to a shrill beep and something nudging against his hand. When he managed to pry open his eyes, a small vial with bright green fluid rested in the palm of his limp hand and he could see two more in the grass next to it. It was familiar, he knew he needed to do something with it, but the pain radiating up and down his spine and around his torso was too intense. A little droid bounced from one foot to another until it squatted down and pushed against his fingers with its head again. He curled his fingers as much as he could and tried to bring it closer to his face to investigate with blurry eyes.

The tiny movement made pain explode through his neck and he succumbed to the blackness again.

5. Finding Nic - TANIS

Watching them bring Nic out of the cabin is an image that will stick with me forever, no matter how much I want to forget. He looked awful. His face and clothes were streaked with blood, what little colour of his flesh I could see was pale, alabaster in the afternoon sun. His brown hair was a mess, half plastered to his head and half standing nearly on end with a mixture of dried blood and mud. He seemed completely unable to focus on his surroundings, confused and blinking warily around the clearing. For a moment his eyes settled on me and I held my breath, hoping for a flicker of recognition. Instead it seemed like he looked right through me, as though I wasn't even there.

6. The Dream - Original Content

The waning light of the evening sun bathed his skin, giving what warmth it could before the cool breeze overpowered it. The wind chased through the grass, swaying it around Michael's knees as he stood on the hilltop overlooking the city. The landscape looked weird, the city skyline black and contrasting against the colorful orange and pink of the sunset that glowed like fire on the horizon and reached across the sky, a last fight against the darkness of night.

7. Drowning - Star Wars: Jedi: Fallen Order

"Kid, you read me? They're not responding…" Greez turned to look at Merrin where she sat in Cere's usual spot at the communication station.

"They will, I am certain of it," Merrin said, her no nonsense tone leaving no space for argument. She pressed on the earpiece clamped over her head, as though trying to push the device deeper into her ear would make Cal respond faster.

8. Just Breathe - Uncharted 4

He claimed he was fine. Nate kept pestering him, asking him again and again if he was sure he was alright. Again and again he insisted he was fine and just to get on the damn plane, little brother.

In reality Sam's head was aching something fierce. Even without touching it he could tell there was a considerable goose egg on the back of his skull from when he hit the ground as the beam fell on him. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was an open wound on it too, swimming through the salty water as they escaped stung like a bitch, both on the bullet graze on his arm and on his head, not to mention the various smaller abrasions he’d acquired over the past couple weeks. He hoped maybe the water washed away any blood that had been in his hair before anyone saw it, he didn’t want Nate to fuss over him. His little brother had enough to deal with between him and Elena. The two of them seemed better off after a few hours alone together in the jungle, bounds better than after the fight at the hotel for sure, but they still had a long way to go.

9. The Trunk - Original Content

“She came out of nowhere sir, never saw her coming.”

Michael had repeated that sentence to himself so many times he almost believed it by now. Of course that was the best way to deal with a lie, try to replace the real story with the one less likely to get your ass thrown in with the fish a long ways from home.

10. Magical Exhaustion - Loki (TV Series)

Loki looked down as he felt warm fingers slide into his hand, squeezing tightly. He glanced between their interlocked hands and Sylvie’s face, her mouth pressed into a determined line as the wind whipped through her hair.

[kimwedlock]

Aeonas’ Pass

Estimated reading time: 7 minutes

    The amethyst sky loured over the fells. Snow drifted through the open forest like fragments of ivory, burying the road and outshining the glow of the dying sun, while a thick, creeping fog, both natural and impossible, layered itself over the slopes. The evening was silent but for the thin wheeze of the wind, still but for the sway of bare branches, and beautiful but for the seething black scar running like a river of decay from the horizon.

    There was no living thing for miles around - none at all but the cloaked figure walking at the head of that scar, bleeding it further into the shrouded forest with every lonely, booted step.     The pace was steady, unhurried despite the taint; monotonous and resolute. And while the dreadful scar stretched, the eerie fog fled away, leaving the forest clear behind to gather instead at the lead. There, the cloud thickened, luring and goading the traveller, all while remaining always just one step out of reach.     But Aeonas was too old to be deterred.     Clad in a tattered cloak pulled tight against the cold, patched and stitched with a skill that had grown over ages, Aeonas walked eternal, with a bow and quiver slung over a shoulder, hose strapped with countless satchels, some small and writhing, and a doublet lashed with parchments and journals. And every day, with every thought and every event, that burden only grew. After almost a full year, Aeonas had been reduced to a heavy trudge. And yet still, the never-ending walk continued, through sun, through rain, through frost and snow, while the heading remained lost in a dense, blind cloud.     The frigid breeze briefly picked up, stirring the edges of the fog as a grand stone bridge took shape on the left. As Aeonas stepped past it, it crumbled in a cloud of dust. It wasn't acknowledged with even a glance.     Then an elaborate vase the size of a child emerged on the right, gilded and empty, and burst into flames just as suddenly. It went equally unnoticed.     The bridge and vase melted ignored into the scarred, blurred world at Aeonas's back, though both stood less distorted than their surroundings. Ruined stone and ceramic remained crystal clear and perfectly defined, and with their survival, another pouch upon Aeonas's hip writhed and wriggled. The spider weaving amongst them skittered to secure itself.     But, as always, those old, teal eyes didn't turn down to witness it. Staring blindly ahead, there was no effort within them to try to see even the clouded forms of the trees.     More shapes soon blotched and darkened the heading, and sounds drifted through the muffled air, each unclear until Aeonas finally drew level with them. Then music piped in, flutes and strings to fill a weary heart with warmth - but still not a step was lost to distraction. Not even when another figure danced her way through the clouds. Her golden dress spun and flared with her twirls, the snow whispered beneath the grace of her feet. But Aeonas's eyes remained fixed to the fog ahead.     The young woman leapt and glided on into the scar, and where she faded and blurred away, forgotten with so much else, a thick, purple cloud of acrid smoke trailed along behind her. This lingered all too clearly.     Aeonas disregarded it, pulling the cloak closer as the cold crept through to what little bare skin it could find and snowflakes burned a lined and sullen brow. Then a high-pitched call came from the fogline, and an owl swept in from its rest in a nearby tree. But this, Aeonas knew, was no phantom. And knew equally that it had been waiting.     Teal eyes broke their stare for only a moment, and as the owl took position overhead and followed Aeonas in perfect time, their gaze returned to the distance, just as another satchel jerked and writhed.     In that moment, another shape emerged, one fast, thick, and slavering. A beast, neither wolf nor bear, crashed through the darkness towards the wanderer, red eyes fiercely aglow. But still, Aeonas didn't flinch, nor turn as another shape formed close to the left, its glinting sword raised high. The beast snarled and leapt for the head, but as Aeonas continued unshaken, it seized the shadow instead, and they vanished as quickly as the both of them had appeared.     Then came the comforting smell of warm fruit, and the sound of joyous, hopeful singing. Both grew stronger, filled the air on all sides, then flooded on into the blur behind, where it reverberated wondrously amongst everything else.     More abstract fragments of life moved by, until the screech of the owl broke the silence.     Aeonas looked up, and bleak lips turned down further. The snow was heavier, the fog thicker, and the forest was growing dense. More trees took shape, stronger, defined, with deliberate clarity over the rest. As Aeonas walked on devotedly past them, some began to freeze, others grew taller, a single wassailed tree burned, and an emerging windmill turned to gold.     But Aeonas continued, resigned, afraid and weary, wading through the mystery, past every event, until the air ahead suddenly and sharply cleared to a deep amethyst sky, empty of dread and thought. Finally, those ancient boots came to a stop.     With a breath of relief, Aeonas shrugged out of the hood and looked out to the open night ahead, weathered heart beating in a fever. But there was nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to fear and nothing to celebrate. There was nothing at all, but possibility.     With another breath, of peace and preparation, Aeonas's gaze dropped. And there, at the toe of the old boots and further down still, sprawling from the base of the cliff the wanderer now stood upon like a ragged old spectre, the fog rolled on. Everything beneath, everything ahead, everywhere old boots could walk, remained just as clouded and unclear. The shroud was endless, stretching far beyond what teal eyes could reach.     Only now did Aeonas turn, and grimaced deeper at the sight of the scar left behind, the black destruction, lined with that most hated and most cherished; the things one would wish to forget, and the things one clings to without knowing better.     But Aeonas had learned. There was nothing to be done but continue. There was no going backwards, and there was certainly no stopping; and as difficult as moving forward would always be, it could be made a little easier.     Aeonas knelt down on the snow and sorted through the satchels. One by one, they were looked over, unstrapped from thigh and calf, peered tentatively inside of when needed. Some were filled with smoke, others with flowers, others still with dull stones and others with charred pine cones. Some with light itself, and others with nothing but the scent of spruce needles. And, one by one, Aeonas considered them with a practised eye.     "Nothing heavier than a feather."     And so, among many others, the satchel of smoke, the satchel of light, and the satchel of charred pine cones were discarded. And the satchels of flowers, of the smell of spruce needles, and of dull stones remained.     Then Aeonas sorted through the journals and parchments.     "Nothing lighter than lead."     And so the notes and records of struggles, of love, of ideas and of hands remained, while disappointment, embarrassment, shame and nightmares were cast away.     Aeonas stood taller, left now with only worthwhile lessons, and faced back into the clear sky and clouded earth. With one step, the traveller fell from the cliff.     And landed on the soles of ancient boots with barely the sound of the snow beneath.     With a deep breath, Aeonas continued on into the unknown, the owl ever overhead, spider ever weaving between the remaining satchels and journals. And behind the wanderer, there was nothing but bootprints in the snow.

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Thank you all so much for your support this year. I wish you all the best for 2023.

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Copyright © 2022 Kim Wedlock

[sothischickshe]

Once again mourning the full s3 which couldve been 😭 (aka just got to Beth's guilt montage ft the imaginary friends which is great but the fact that she's having it over scheming w/ the secret service when her and the girls were pretty blasé about the hitman plan feels glaring in a way I don't think it wouldve had there been a proper s3 finale hitman plot resolution etc♻️)

[jejciu]

Shut the fuck up omg..... No way

[nishicchikouchi]

I posted 789 times in 2022

That's 744 more posts than 2021!

215 posts created (27%)

574 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@murasaki-cha

@reneneedtodie

@hajidumps

@creator-savannah

@untitled-google-docs-document

I tagged 533 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#tcf - 279 posts

#trash of the count's family - 211 posts

#lcf - 207 posts

#cale henituse - 199 posts

#lout of the count’s family - 152 posts

#lout of count's family - 54 posts

#tcf part 2 - 33 posts

#alberu crossman - 32 posts

#svsss - 27 posts

#trash of the count’s family - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#rok soo will just think if the time soo hyuk was dancing in the shower and he slipped and had a hard time sitting down for weeks after that

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Remember that Grade 1 Monster, the Steel Feathered Hawk? The one Cale called "Noonim" in Earth 2? That was a hawk, and Cale called it Noonim.

252 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#4

I seriously laugh whenever I remember the fact that Cale slapped WS but laments that only 2-4 people saw it, namely Alberu, Mila, Hannah and Jack iirc since Choi Han was blasted out the window lmao. In reaction fics, while seemingly quite a long time to wait for, this is really one of the scenes that I hope they'll react to. How they react to Alberu knowing that Cale have gone Crazy, Mila's comments, Jack's comments. I mean we got a share of Hannah's POV. Why not the two. I can't not laugh whenever I think of this scene.

298 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#3

...Dissociating?

Unhealthy coping mechanism?

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Oh gosh I wanna cry. The fact that Cale recognized most of his issues is a sign that he's trying to grow. The fact that he's slowly healing.

324 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#2

These tweets are absolutely underrated and people needs to know more abt it.

340 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love how in tcf, Cale's family reminds everyone that Cale is human too. That time when Eruhaben said to that knight in Caro Kingdom that Caro Kingdom is not Cale's responsibility, that time where Alberu thought that he should correct the mindset of the people about Cale being omnipotent, and lastly, how his family and allies wanted to break the image that Cale is unshakeable.

708 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[ovrgrwn]

2020 life changing event

2021 mental break down

2022 sorting through the wreckage

2023 making my body a home again

[justabunchofdragons]

o... .. .,,, ! !!! i am very happy with where i am in this moment