#Thank you pal! 💜

[lost-gamer-archives]

Tagged by @frau-wilhelm-klink

Nickname: Too many and strange ones to mention (by my sister and brother so no one would understand them anyway xD)

Sign: A proud Aquarius

Last google search: How to fix the sound on my vlc player (because it simply decided out of no reason to not work anymore)

Song stuck in my head: Currently I think of SHE'S MY (SEXI BOY) by DE'WAYNE and Vicious by Bohnes

Sleep: Could be better lately

Dream job: Still unknown

Wearing: Jeans, black ring, sweater and socks

Favourite songs: Literally too many but I'm still going to mention a couple performers instead: Get Scared, IDKHBTFM, Rammstein, Blue Stahl, Caravan Palace, Palaye Royale, Architects, Gorillaz (ok I'm gonna stop now the list could go on and on)

Favourite instrument: Piano

Aestethic: I had to think about this but I guess basic, Gothic and dark academia

Favourite authors: There's a lot I like to read on Ao3/ FFN sooo (I still have to finish the Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch as well as Good Omens by Neil Gaiman und Terry Pratchett lol)

Favourite color: Puple, green, black and blue. I like a couple but purple has to be in there ^^

Favourite animal sound: The sounds my dog Luna makes. She has some in Stock xD

Last song: Animation by Dead Poet Society

Last series: Hogan's Heroes

Random: I thinks this year is going to be a special one. It seems to be I'm going to learn a lot this year and probably will be the year of changes for me. Let's hope it's going to be good changes mostly

Tagging: I doubt there's anyone who will see this anyway so whoever stumbles upon this xD

[faunandfloraas]

Hyung line for @agibbangs!! Happy birthday, Lau 💜

[farouchestray]

It was your birthday, wasn't it! 🎂 Happy belated!! ♥

!!!!!! It was in fact my birthday, tysm!!!!!!!! My gosh!

It was a nice day me and mama went to a location here's some pics

Saw many many plant friends and animal friends also! Hawks and songbirds and quail and snake tracks!

[red-moon-at-night]

Ooooh, if you're up for it, Secrets or Laughter for the drabble prompts? 👀

HELLO... thank you for the ask 💜 I may have gone overboard because I got really into this one so!! Enjoy!! Also it ended up being Both words. it started as One of them and ended being Both so enjoy that too!!

—

It's another night of watching over Mahiru as she recovers from fresh wounds, another night of watching over her battered friend slowly lift herself away from the brink of death.

Yuno watches her chest rise and fall under the blanket she brought, faint and weak but never wavering.

It's just another normal night of looking after her– until it's not.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Mahiru asks in the dead of night, voice quiet and raspy from disuse. She mumbles the question into her pillow, drifting between wakefulness and sleep.

"Sure." Yuno replies, brushing strands of hair away from her face with cold fingers. It's a beautiful colour– like honey, she thinks.

"If I were to fall asleep right now, and never wake up… I wouldn't really mind."

Yuno pauses, fingers stopping for a moment.

"Is that so?" The palm of her hand rests against warm skin. She mulls on her words before responding, "…Then, can I tell you a secret too?"

"Mhm," Mahiru nods gently back, forehead leaning into the touch. Yuno is careful not to agitate the bandages that wrap around her head.

"I haven't felt alive for a while, myself…" it's funny how when she says it out loud she can feel her skin growing cooler– clammy, even. "So it's a real shame, for someone so warm to feel that way, too."

Mahiru's eyes half-open at that, bleary from sleep. They blink slowly up towards Yuno.

"Really…?"

"Yeah."

It doesn't feel like a secret, to speak it into existence, when the thought has lived and breathed in her mind for a while. However, there's a solidifying reality to the words left hanging in the room between two people that know what they mean. It's a little scary, even. But despite that… there's something reassuring about choosing to do it with a sleepy, half-conscious Mahiru in the middle of the night.

A small silence follows before Mahiru replies, as she becomes a little more awake, as the sentences sink in. Her eyes search her friend, a doleful expression washing over her face.

"I didn't… I didn't know you… but you're always so upbeat, and– and so positive all the time, and–"

"–And so are you." Yuno cuts in, unable to help herself. Her words are bitterly cold, absolutely sub-zero in temperature, but…her eyes gaze back at Mahiru's with a little warmth. Tepid, even.

The room goes quiet once more, but words are silently spoken between the two prisoners. The resentment of being judged for the way that they love, and having that love bring them to a breaking point. The feeling of being selfish despite it all. It's a resounding sentiment of 'I understand you' that fills the empty space.

After what feels like hours, Mahiru speaks up.

"Yuno…thank you. For you to come and help me… even when you're feeling the way you are… you're not really a cold person, are you?"

She lifts her good arm out of the sheets and blankets to place a hand on top of Yuno's.

"Well–" she adds on, "you are cold, like, to the touch. But not on the inside! I–" she interrupts herself with a series of coughs, chest jolting with the force of it, "I… just know it."

"Hey, let's stop talking for a while, okay? Your chest sounds terrible and I don't want Shidou chiding me for doing a poor job at being your nightwatch." It's all she can think to say in response to such heartfelt words, which, in retrospect she decides is very shitty of her. So she chooses instead to double down and do what she does best: be silly and change the topic. "I can imagine it already– his puckered up face like he's just sucked on a sour lemon. 'Yuno, thank you for your help, but please… our poor patient can't keep handing out exceedingly nice comments! She'll die of complimentitis!' …did I do his voice right?"

It's a moment too late to realise that sending Mahiru into a fit of giggles is a terrible idea before it happens anyway. As expected, it goes from giggles to coughing fits, and Yuno wonders for a brief horrifying moment if she'll have to actually get Shidou and explain to him what happened…but thankfully, Mahiru handles it like a champ and composes herself. The trickles of burbling laughter that ebb away do find a way into Yuno's own chest, blooming into a small warmth. A very small warmth amidst the cold, but a warmth nonetheless.

"Are you okay?"

"I… I'm fine! You're just… very funny." Mahiru giggles again, quietly this time. "It did sound a lot like him, by the way. You're way too good at that!"

Yuno allows herself a smile.

"Okay, good…phew, I thought I was in trouble for a minute there!" She starts smoothing out the bedding, "but seriously, let's get you settled and off to sleep. You really need the rest, Mappi."

The patient in question ruins her good work by grabbing the corner of the sheets and blankets and peeling it away.

"Okay, but…let me warm you up."

"…Mahiru–"

"You're cold, aren't you? I'm not letting you sleep in that chair, that's way too uncomfortable." She begins to slowly shuffle to one side of the bed– which is something she absolutely shouldn't do in her state– but does so anyway, smiling at her handiwork. "See? There's loads of space… it can be like a sleepover!"

Yuno stares at the empty spot in the bed and wraps her icy hands around herself.

"I'm just gonna make you feel worse."

"That's impossible," she counters back confidently, "because you've already made me feel a lot better. So," one hand pats the mattress, "let me do the same. Please."

The warmth from earlier blooms a little more, and Yuno can't find it in herself to argue further. So she takes off her shoes and ever so carefully slides herself into the bed beside Mahiru. With the bed being a double and not a single, there's thankfully enough space for the two of them without having to worry about breaking the other arm by accident.

Mahiru turns her head to look at Yuno snug under the covers. "How does it feel? Is it warm enough?"

She thinks about it.

"…Yeah, it's nice." It's very nice, with both the bedsheets and the blanket and Mahiru next to her like a little heater. Yuno doesn't feel warm… but she doesn't as cold as she normally does. So in that way, it's a success.

"Good!" Mahiru's cheeks glow brighter, and she looks up at the ceiling, closing her eyes. "I'll make sure you don't freeze…"

"And I'll make sure you wake up in the morning."

"Mhm."

Yuno watches over Mahiru, making sure she drifts back to sleep, until her own eyelids start drooping and she falls asleep too.

[inkblot22]

omg hiiiii!! welcome back aaa I missed seeing u around 🥺

- epel felmier anon 🍎💜

Hello! I'm glad to be back! Sorry I've been afk, I am unfortunately 22 and have been cursed with adult. Life was a little hectic for a minute there, thank you for sticking with me through it!

For everyone reading this, I'd like to blabber a bit about the next few upcoming fics. Of course, part 3 (I somehow gaslit myself into thinking I had already posted it) of the Epel Fic should be coming out quite soon. That's up there on my priority list, followed by a Ruggie fic, and the first proper one of the blog! I also want to do a little Vil fic, so I will begin drafting that soon, as well as another chapter to the Idia mess.

I hope the next few fics are up to everyone's standards. I already have a lot more followers than I thought I would end up having, and I do very much so appreciate you all reading my garbled sentences that I string together and call fanfiction. Thank you so much!

[jackyjango]

Dear Jacky, I hope you are as good as can be these days. I wish you and your loved ones a Happy New Year. May it be filled with joys big and small, may it be sweet and nd warm.

Love,

Judith

Hello Judith!!

It’s so nice to hear from you!! 😬💜 Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts!

I hope you’re doing good. Thank you so much for your lovely wishes! Wishing you the same. Hope the new year brings you loads of happiness and prosperity and joy!

[londonsfinestscientists]

The count down starts! 14 hours until the first day of Lodgetember!

Friends, folks, pals, chums, the Lodgetember team is proud to announce the 2024 calendar… DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!

Each day will be celebrated with the following prompt given to you, and for anyone who cannot read the calendar, I’ve prepared a list of the days and prompts below under the cut <3

We’re so excited for this new TGS community celebration, the team has put together a series of days for everyone to celebrate their favorite lodgers and all of them in general, allowing you to put them in different, fun prompt situations throughout all of September. If you have any questions about Lodgetember, you can refer to our ask box! We’ll be happy to answer your questions and comments. We only want to spread creativity and positivity in this community! Please be kind to everyone participating, we’re excited to see what you all make, thank you everyone!!!!

Most notably, thank you @arythusa for making such a wonderful comic that helped us make this event possible

- The Lodgetember Crew Kitty and Leon 💜🦇

Day 1: Mosley

Day 2: Griffin

Day 3: Head-canons

Day 4: Ito

Day 5: Tweedy

Day 6: Ships

Day 7: Pennebrygg

Day 8: Cantilupe

Day 9: Modern

Day 10: Doddle

Day 11: Flowers

Day 12: Fluff

Day 13: Archer

Day 14: Bird

Day 15: Exhibition

Day 16: The Unnamed Lodgers

Day 17: Helsby

Day 18: Pets

Day 19: Chabra

Day 20: Luckett

Day 21: Experiments

Day 22: Maijabi

Day 23: Bryson

Day 24: Celebration

Day 25: Lavender

Day 26: Sinnett

Day 27: AU (Alternate Universes)

Day 28: Tanis

Day 29: Jasper

Day 30: Monsters

[andy-wm]

https://x.com/natsukoginko/status/1816465748979560957

What's jikookers explanation about these lyrics ? WHO isn't written by him I agree but Be Mine is.

Lovers come and go through my heart.

So you are saying he doesn't have a crush because he's in a long term commited relationship with his bandmate but he falls in love with different people every other day ?

Thank you Anon, for including me in what i assume is widespread spamming of all the Jikook accounts.

When you send these asks, do you think Jikookers are crushed by the devastating blow of a question like this?

I'm going to tell you a secret... Don't tell anyone else but I LOVE getting these asks.

I have a quiet laugh, not only at the foolish things you ask me, but also at the energy you spend interacting with Jikook content. Anon, have you considered what this means for your algorithm?

And really, all you're doing is giving me an excuse to post MORE about Jikook. Well, since I love posting about Jikook this is no great hardship for me. In fact...

Thank you for handing me the mic.

💛💜🐥🐰💛💜🐰🐥💛💜🐰🐥💛💜

So, about the lyrics:

Lovers come and go in and out of my heart

Using this - a single line from one song on the album - to try to disprove a long term relationship seems a little desperate honestly. But I'll play along.

I'm going to skip over the aesthtic writing considerations like poetic licence, rhythm, the sound of words in different tenses, the way vowels change in singing etc.

The most obvious answer is....

... it's just not logical to assume Jimin wrote every word of this song sonce there are SIX other people credited as writers. And consider also that these are English lines and English isn't one of Jiminie's strengths.

I'm going to guess that the English speaking writers might have tweaked or even contributed the English lines. Because that just makes sense.

They're not likely to be writing the Korean lines, are they?

Now, feel free to enjoy these beautiful photos of Jimin and his bro-pal-bandmate-buddy, Jungkook....

💜🥰💛

you're welcome

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assignment 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your agree to cover an empty internship but the role isn't as easy as you expect. (older!reader)

Characters: boss!Lee Bodecker, glimpse of Andy Barber.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

“I’ve already asked Anna. She has so much going on already with her daughter and you know I would if Stan wasn’t away on a work trip. Poor Melissa is just too new for a coverage position,” Nicole explains.

“Got it,” you say as you pack up the contents of your desk drawer. “I already said yes.” 

“I know, but I also know it’s a real pain. It’s just that there’s nowhere else that can spare the body and Mr. Barber owes Mr. Bodecker so--” 

“Yep, sacrificial lamb,” you utter dryly as you slide the drawer shut. “Really, Nicole, I get it. You don’t need to go on. We all know how this works. We go where they tell us too.” 

“Yeah, it’s just... he’s chased off three in the last two months. That kind of turnover...” she looks around. “They need someone mature. Who can handle the workload.” 

“Right,” you stand and pick up your box of things. “I won’t be that far away, no big deal.” 

She gives a tense smile and you turn away. You march out of your shared space and down the hall. You understand what she means by ‘workload’. Mr. Bodecker might be a hard ass for all you know but what everyone knows for sure is that he is a menace. There’s a reason those interns left almost soon as they got through the door. 

You claim the empty desk waiting for you and drop the box on it. You roll the chair out and sit. You should’ve wheeled yours over. You adjust the height and wiggle around. Hm, it’ll do. Work is work, no matter how comfortable you are. 

You stand again and take out your laptop and plug it in. Then you unpack your wireless mouse and keyboard and your pad with the wrist rest. You stretch your fingers above the tight brace and sigh. You can use all the ergonomic tools and aids but it’s not getting any better. 

No use putting it off any longer. He probably already knows. You go around the desk and knock on the closed door. 

“Come on in,” Mr. Bodecker drawls from the other side. 

You open the door and step into the doorway, “hello, Mr. Bodecker. Just letting you know I’ve got my stuff moved and I’ll be taking over for the time being, as requested by Mr. Barber.” 

“Barber? Old pal,” he says. “He sent you?” 

You hear it all in his tone. He sent you? I asked for a replacement, not an old lady. You don’t let it bother you. You’re not there for his pleasure. 

“Yes, me,” you confirm. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“Coffee, darlin’,” he winks. 

“Coffee?” 

“Double sugar, no cream.” 

“Sir, I’m an admin assistant, not an intern. I was referring more to your calendar or some tasks--” 

“I asked for the position to be filled. That means getting my coffee, sweetheart.” 

“Mm, sir,” you enunciate the last word sternly. “Again, I’m a professional. I don’t get anyone’s coffee but my own. Would you like me to review your meetings? Should I set aside some time to keep minutes for anything?” 

He huffs and sits back, his face wrinkling in consternation, “you can get outta my office.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You close the door gently and return to the desk. You sit and tuck away your things in the single drawer. When you finally get sorted, you boot up your computer. Almost at once, a notification pops up. You click on it and a conversation expands across the screen. 

‘Thanks again for taking on the extra work. Please do your best to keep Mr. Bodecker happy. He’s working on a very important project.’ 

You review Mr. Barber’s message. The timing is peculiar. 

‘Yes, sir. I’ve checked in and offered to help arrange his schedule and tasks. I am awaiting further directive but will do my best to support.’ 

Three dots, then none, then three again. The next message pops up. 

‘Get him his coffee.’ 

Really? What is he, a child? Tattling on you? Over a cup of coffee. 

‘Sir, I understood I would perform admin work.’ 

The little eye blips down to show that your message is seen but no message comes. You shake your head and open your inbox. If the success of your work hinges on coffee, then you’re just as good going back with the others. 

You recognise Mr. Barber’s gait. You look up as he appears from around the corner. You sit up and greet him. His hands are in his pocket, his jacket pushed back, his neck and jaw tight. 

“I understand that you don’t think it’s part of your role but for now, it is. You will get Bodecker his coffee and anything else he asks for,” he says without courtesy. 

You try not to show your irritation. It isn’t just the task. You’re not some housewife or barista. On top of that, these men don’t talk to the young ones like this. Or the moms. Nicole and Anna can just mention daycare of soccer and they can get leeway and Melissa, so nice but young, she just needs to smile. That stopped working for you a long time ago. 

“Coffee,” you type as you speak, “I will add it to my roster, sir. I understand. Very important work.” 

“Come on,” he steps closer, looking down at you, “don't be like this. You’re a good worker. You know I respect you and appreciate everything you’ve done. It’s just coffee.” 

“Oh yes, just coffee,” you agree and stand up. “I better go put the pot on. Would you like a cup too, Mr. Barber?” 

He gives a slow blink and pushes his tongue into his cheek, “no, thank you.” 

His own agitation leaks through. He got what he wanted but you didn’t give him the deference he expected. You didn’t apologise for it. You just accepted it. You’ll do it, but you won’t be happy about it. 

“Try a smile,” Barber slips his hand from his pocket and taps the corner of the desk, “it might make things a little easier.” 

You stare at him. He lingers and when you don’t change your expression, he sighs and strides off. How many times had a man told you to smile? Why should you? For them? That’s why you don’t want to get the coffee; you give a little, they’ll take it all. 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 209-210

A/N: This week I start my five-year journey of reading and reblogging fanfics on Tumblr. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you have enjoyed my reading lists.

Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Only You - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Evermore - Part 2 Chp 4 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (9) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (6) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Cold hearted - Chp 1 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Wrecked (Epilogue) - (Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Hold You Tight: Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Pen Pals - (God the bounty hunter x reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Against the Rules - (Bucky x Reader) - @ellemj

Your Restive Man - (Bucky x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

working overtime - (Steve x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Fourth date - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

Game - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fighting - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A Warm Welcome - (Cole x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

When He First Got Me - (Steve x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Seven Days - (Bucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Dueling Deadeyes - (Clint, Bucky) - @hollybee8917

Cupcakes && Secrets - (Steve x Reader) - @itsanerdlife

Strapped - @yenzys-lucky-charm

Home Sweet Home - Chp 7 - (Brock x OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Dirty Little Secret - (Stucky x Reader) - @hellsenthero

Life together - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

On the loose - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Kissed by Death - (Brock x Reader) - @itwasthereaminuteago

I Hate It When You're Drunk (2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

I Hate It When You're Drunk (3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Hold You Tight: Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Heart of Glass - Part Eight - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

[faunandfloraas]

Kittycatracha for @inloif Happy Birthday, Karolina! 🖤

[herpsandbirds]

I'm sorry you're sad! Here's a picture of my little pal, Ollie (he loves rolling around and playing!)

🦜 Thank you 💜 xoxo

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @paperstorm @corsage @strandnreyes

@lemonlyman-dotcom and @orchidscript 🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡

From chapter 3 of Rhythms, posting on Sunday - a moment between the grumpiest father and son in town:

Carlos is wearing jeans, sneakers, a gray henley. Handsome and casual. When Gabriel sees him, he feels like he might as well be wearing a baseball cap with a propeller on top while he licks a swirly lollipop.

Gabriel abandons his pals mid-conversation and marches over.

“Dad, please don’t start,” Carlos says, holding his hands out in surrender.

Gabriel’s eyes widen. “Don’t start? Oh son, I haven’t even begun.”

“That doesn’t actually make sense.” Carlos' face scrunches as he tries to think. "Or does it?"

“Yes. Shut up.” Gabriel pulls Carlos by the elbow over to the bar. Before Carlos can put in his order, Gabriel says to the barman, “My son will have a Coke. Ice and lemon.”

“I was going to get a club soda,” Carlos says quietly.

“You always have a Coke when you’re not drinking.”

“No. I don’t.”

“No?”

“Not since I was, like, nineteen.”

“You moved onto club soda when you were nineteen?” Gabriel shrugs. “Sorry, Mr. Sophisticated.” He turns to the barman again. “And a club soda, thanks, Pete.”

The barman delivers the Coke and club soda. Gabriel immediately takes the Coke for himself and hands the club soda to Carlos without a word.

Carlos is so stunned by the gesture he can’t even say thank you. Gabriel doesn’t tend to drink Coke either. 

Like a lamb, Carlos follows Gabriel to a small table in the corner, far from anybody. They sip their drinks, the jolly electronic tune of the slot machines filling the void between them.

“I’m waiting,” Gabriel says after a moment.

“For what?”

“For you to explain.”

Open tag and tags below!:

@thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand

@lightningboltreader @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @goodways

@liminalmemories21 @ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry

@theghostofashton @honeybee-taskforce @emsprovisions

@ironheartwriter @sapphic--kiwi @anactualcaseofthetruth

@nisbanisba @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-tk @herefortarlos

@heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo

@three-drink-amy @mikibwrites @never-blooms

@irispurpurea @sugdenlovesdingle @tellmegoodbye

@whatsintheboxmh @pimento-playing-hopscotch

@eclectic-sassycoweyes @literateowl @butchreyes

@kiwichaeng @captain-gillian @nancys-braids @fifthrideroftheapocalypse -

If you want to share/haven't already. No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

[spotsandsocks]

Tumblr story time

Now you may not be interested but I was thinking it might be interesting to share how we all got stuck in here and tell the story of how you ended up as the tumblr blog you are today .I’ll go first 💜

Joined tumblr, 2015 looked around, thought hmmm a lot of people have very intense feelings about Sherlock and left. I suspect this might be the superwholock phase I hear tell of.

Time passed, I tried again, now there are two guys on my dash. A lot. Firefighters?

One of them did something the other one is forgiving him. People are quite invested in this. Maybe I can watch it somewhere, no.. not available here… but more gifs of them turn up, hope I don’t get dragged into something … no I can resist this … then the well scene hit my dash and well that was that for me. Then 911 came to a TV near me…

So I lurk and I move from McDanno to buddie tags on ao3, I read, kudos but I don’t comment, too shy to do that. I lurk some more on tumblr then I start liking, then reblogging and then summer 2021 I write something and put it on ao3 (it’s then I start to commet on fics because I understand what it means to get a comment now.) I post my fics on my blog.

A few more followers turn up which is exciting then I get tagged in a writing game and I’m off. My stuff, your stuff… Reblog reblog reblog, followers go up… Get braver start sending asks (anon) get braver and go off anon… make some friends sharing some more, more followers, more sharing more fun.

So I’m still a very small part of the fandom not a big blog in any way I think but now I’m spotty to my pocket pals, and people I’ll never meet think of me when they see dragons- and that makes me so happy. I have strangers I care about across the world and can make smile by sending a silly picture or an ask or just saying hi. It’s fun and I like it very much. The world is brighter because I ended up here and said hello to some of you and you said hello back. Thank you my lovelies.

My blog is now 60% 911, 20% sci-fi stuff and 10% randomness and the last little bit is the strange and peculiar musing of the spotty one herself . I have somehow gathered more followers than I ever expected and written nearly a million words of fanfic in 3 years.

How remarkable! How wonderful.

So here I am and I’d love to hear about your blogging journey if you want to share tag me in or just come say hi. Never be worried about coming to say hello to me, I adore it.

I know some people are on hiatus so no pressure but tagging you just in case (sorry if I missed you 😔)

@shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @thekristen999 @steadfastsaturnsrings

@inell @shipperqueen6 @rogerzsteven @underwaterninja13 @bekkachaos

@hippolotamus @bi-buckrights @djdangerlove @fiona-fififi @giddyupbuck

@theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @buffaluff @honestlydarkprincess @daffi-990 @diazsdimples

@the-likesofus @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @ronordmann

@bidisasterevankinard @wikiangela @weewootruck @rainbow-nerdss

@tizniz @actualalligator @loveyouanyway @bewilderedbuckley @caroandcats

@elvensorceress @repressedqueen @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine

@stagefoureddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff

[rosewaterandivy]

summer soldier, sunshine patriot

a little amuse bouche for aim low, aim true that’s been knockin’ around the ol’ dome for a while. enjoy 💜

And the guy, no older than Eddie and barely able to grow a beard, caught it in the gut before collapsing in a heap at his feet. Panicked, Eddie drags the soldier toward the cover of trees, yells out “Medic! Medic!” and tries to soothe the rattle of death as best he can even as his voice shakes: “You’re gonna be fine, pal. Help is on the way.”

In the letter sent home to his family, along with his dog tags and personal effects, the acting captain will relay his sympathies to the bereaved back home. He will write that the soldier died quickly and with honor.

This is a lie, of course. The poor bastard died screaming.

Sometimes, it’s all Eddie can see when he shuts his eyes.

Sleep never comes easy.

Men grunting and grumbling, lost in a haze heat thousands miles away from home. You sleep with one eye open, if you sleep at all. An ear to the ground for any hushed footfalls or artillery fire, a radio crackling to life.

A hand on your gun, fingering the trigger if you’re the unlucky sonovabitch on lookout duty. Even then, Eddie keeps his rifle close because some of these boys are greener than the grass he’d laid on back home, back when things weren’t so dire.

The helmet on his head shifts with a soft rattle as he seeks what little comfort there is in a hastily dug foxhole. He licks his lips and tilts his face up to see the dark sky dusted with stars.

Sometimes, if he can just close his eyes, he’ll feel the grip of your hand on his jaw. Taste the waxy floral red of your lipstick as it smears against his mouth— that vibrant pillar-box red. The smell of sweat and bodies, the faint lingering of soap, how the fading light illuminated your hungry gaze. How you looked at him easy and open.

“Jesus,” He says, running a desperate hand down his face, “Fuck.” Thunks his head on the earthen wall behind him, embarrassingly hard. Could come in a minute if he let himself think about it; less, probably.

In the distance, he hears soft popping sounds. Someone curses as something thuds into the camp. A crackle of radio static before Malone bellows:

“Fire-in-the-hole!”

_

Steve is not a religious man, but as they say, there are no atheists in foxholes.

There’s a bulletproof Bible in his chest pocket, right over his heart.

He’s never cracked the spine, save to open the cover and slot your picture inside. It doesn’t do you justice, but it’ll have to do until he’s back on American soil.

His letters home are all redacted and he couldn’t say where he was precisely if pressed. Currently, he’s somewhere in France about five kilometers due east of the target.

The jump had been fucked from the start and everyone knew it. Night missions are a crap shoot at best and a cluster at worst. The plane had sustained heavy fire to one of the turbines, only to lose it mid-flight.

And the act of jumping itself wasn’t the problem, paratroopers were trained and drilled for weeks on end for this, in addition to their combat, reconnaissance, and medical training. In fact, Steve found the brief moments mid-air before the chaos descended, to be rather freeing.

It was on the ground that things tended to go sideways.

He cuts the lead from the parachute and stuffs the slippery silk into his pack. Men drop softly in the field around him and quickly do the same. He can hear the artillery fire in the distance, can see the bright glow of fires as they burn the village to the ground.

And, for the briefest of moments, Steve wonders if this can possibly be real. How can he be in France stationed in the western theater of war, while you’re back home with his class ring on your pretty little finger? This was all clearly a catastrophic mistake, a visceral nightmare he’s sure to wake from.

”Steve,” your voice says in that husky tone he loves so much, “You come back to me, you hear?”

He thanks his lucky stars that the top brass made them write out wills and designate next of kin before shipping out. Feels like he’s spelled your name out a million times, to the secretaries with their typewriters, the doctors, and his CO; yes sir, that’s my next of kin. Lives in Hawkins, Indiana, mark her down.

The men from his company are scattered across the fields of Normandy and they need to get to rally point. Steve drags a finger along his neck feeling for the gold chain of your locket. His thumb worries against the smooth back of the heart-shaped pendant. He brings it to his lips, warmed from his heaving chest.

Kisses it once for luck, and tucks it underneath his jacket.

He loads his rifle and creeps through the tall grass as mortar shells fall softly in the early morning light.

[arik-fonarik]

I don't know if this has already been asked but how do Sans and Papyrus feel about UH? (Unknown Human)

Also the way you draw Sans is so cute he's like a lil scrunkly little fella 🥰🥰🥰

Oh and have a nice day ☺️💜

Initially, in no way, it was just another human who fell into the underground, another victim, and for someone another lunch. However, thanks to the save points and flashbacks, Sans becomes interested in a human, so for them it is a kind of mystery that kills time. Papyrus, in turn, considers a person a wonderful "toy" that so successfully solves all his puzzles (it is unknown how many times) and to some extent a pal after a long communication.

Thank you very much! :)