#also for my moots ------------------------------------------------>

[melit0n]

Thank you for the tag bossman <3

The Oh Hellos -> "Soldier, Poet, King" (I was massive into animation memes (and creepypasta...a prevailing fixation) when they were still popular, and Ijustwannahavefunn's video from 2019 caught my eye; it was history from there, lol. I wish I'd found them way sooner. I will not pass over until I get to see them live. Eat You Alive and Passerine SHALL also be playing at any sort of formal occasion I can manage.)

Sleep Token -> "The Night Does Not Belong To God" (I had the video appear in my YouTube recommendations when it first came out in 2019, and, while I found it amazing, I didn't really dig my teeth in. I ended up hearing 'The Offering' in a record shop (if I had a nickle for each time a band I ended up getting super into played at my local record shop, I'd have a stupid amount of nickles.) and recognised the vocalist, said 'FINE.' and went home and did a proper listen of all they had out. Calcutta, Jericho, Levitate, The Offering, and then, later on, their album 'This Place Will Become Your Tomb', made me lock in. Hearing 'The Summoning' in 2023 also brought me deeper lmao.)

Radiohead -> probably "Creep" (I've been an on and off listener of Radiohead for ages. I think I probably got into them more in the last two years; I got gifted the Viynl of OK COMPUTER, saw a mass of of sad SatoSugu edits to 'Let Down', and while having my lunch, someone in their apartment with their window open nearby started playing 'All I Need' on their piano. 'In Rainbows' and 'Kid Amnesiac' are my favourite albums).

Tagging @vulcanette @bubacorn @a-s-levynn @copper-sands @officialcaptain and anyone else who wants to have a go!

starting a tag game because i'm bored as fuck

name three of your favourite music artists and the song/anything else that introduced you to them

i'm tagging @the-wxter-is-fine, @jeahreading, and @akumakitsunesog <3

here's mine-

Taylor Swift - ...Ready For It?

(also the music video was a partial bi awakening for me)

2. Conan Gray - Jigsaw

3. Nirvana - Come As You Are

open tags for everyone who wants to participate!

[47lake]

hello to everyone on my blog! i miss you all dearly, today i come bearing my opinion for everyone.

i promise the prompt list fics are coming just take this little insight from me first please

something that should be common knowledge among those who write smut involving kink is that not everyone will be interested in what you have to offer. many people(like myself) possess many kinks that most will not find appealing and that is okay. i write about the things that i enjoy and interest me. the love i get from my fics is really just a perk.

a thing you must remember about kink is that it is practiced between consenting adults, adults who have taken the time to research and converse with one another about whether they are interested and enjoy the kink, and how to go about practicing said kink.

part of writing and consuming smut is coming across things that you do not find appealing and that you may even find completely revolting, and that is okay. this does not excuse and definitely should not inspire you to hate on the writer, their concept, or the kink all together.

i have seen several people on this app particularly finding fault with somnophilia/somno (the practice or ideation of intercourse while asleep) and while this may not be a very common kink it is a very valid kink.

there are many utterly wrong kinks that should never be excused but somno is not one of the aforementioned. somno(when practiced correctly) is discussed far before it is ever practiced. it is discussed when it is and when it is not okay to practice, boundaries and safe words are always set.

now you may notice how i’m saying that you treat it like you would any other more common kink. people who are into choking set boundaries like this. people who are into hair pulling set boundaries like this. are we noticing a the pattern?

if you are not into a kink, leave it alone. if you are not into it, don’t post about it. all that you’re doing by posting about kinks that you do not enjoy is encouraging people to feel uncomfortable expressing themselves, and that is wrong.

thank you for reading and for those interested i will have more somno fics coming soon xx

[velocityful]

hi its luna.

i was formerly ordinarytraces / scarletardor / qinluna & my brand new blog got terminated suddenly without notice. ive contacted support about getting it back but im unsure if it will and it happened so suddenly during a time where im just not equipped to deal with it.

hoping to find moots again but this will be my backup account just in case of anything.

[stardayzzing]

I need more Kyle/Hal and Kyle/Alex people to talk to I feel starved and alone

Please dm, moot me, discuss with me, put your fingers in my enclosure

I won't bite please please please

Also a shitty doodle I did for twt

[afantasyoffiction]

so true but also can someone explain to the uninitiated (me) why tumblr is dying. this site is a cockroach. it survived the death of literally all its predecessors and all its contemporaries. i know you all hate the new updates bc everyone here is basically gollum collecting shiny stones (which, like, same) but genuinely how would it die. i know the ai and the bots suck but everyone here is also more stubborn and weirdly passionate than a two year old discovering crayons (again same) so i don’t think minor inconveniences are gonna do it??? is it all the ghost thingies happening to accounts bc again, u stubborn fucks just keep making new accounts until u get ur old ones back. like to my lovely moots affected i do grieve for the loss but i just?? don’t get?? how the cockroach of social media’s won’t survive the latest apocalypse

the problem with "tumblr is dying add me on discord" is that posting on tumblr is like jovially walking down the street chatting to no one in particular and dming on discord is like having a sleepover conversation with one specific person both are good but theyre not substitutes

[iqirius]

To my old moots. Sorry I haven't posted in a while on my other acc, I accidentally got obsessed with roleplay audios with queer men.

And I'm not planning on changing anytime soon HAHKAHAKAHA

(I'll post my own Karmor design soon cuz i keep seeing yummy Karmor art (also maybe mahatma fanart bc i love him so much))

[myceliumsunshine]

Hear me out, Sam Winchester x reader based on the song Wagon Wheel(apologies I’m having a country phase)

Either Sam or Reader desperately trying to get back to the other because they miss each other sm. could take a turn or it could be fluff

Wagon Wheel - Sam Winchester

A/N - hi @sweetiecelin my lovely moot sorry this took me so long i was camping but i have the writing bug again and i'm also in a country phase (it's not a phase!!) so take this *thrusts fic at you* simp sam winchester. like, he will die without her kind of simping. very codependant relationship. dean is very unhappy to be there. southern reader. word count - 917

The bunker is quiet with the sound of your absence. The sound of the electric kettle you’d bought to make tea in the mornings, the sound of your laughter after a particularly bad joke from Sam or Dean in the afternoon, the sound of your soft snores as you snuggle into Sam’s arms in the night, the absence of them all creates an awfully loud silence that seems to threaten to smother the Winchester boys.

You’d been gone a week. Sam barely remembers why you’d left. Something about an old friend needing help, and you’d rushed away before he could offer to go with you in the old yellow Mustang you insisted you kept, despite the fact that you rode in the pitch black Impala with him and Dean pretty much every time you left the place the three of you all called home.

Sam misses you. It isn’t actually that revolutionary of an idea. Sam misses you when you leave the room he’s in, Sam misses you when you take your hand from his when playing FBI on cases, he misses you when you’re asleep and he misses you when you’re awake. Sam could miss you professionally, in the Olympics, score gold and set a new world record for missing you. Sam misses you a lot. But this is different. The ache in his bones is from missing you. You’ve been gone a whole week. He’s starting to feel like a dog left at home while its owners go on vacation, the way he’s staring longingly at the door all times of the day, his tail between his legs and a low whine in the back of his throat. Metaphorically, of course. He isn’t actually whining at any point (Yes he is. But he’s made Dean swear never to bring it up again, never to tell you, and he’s been more careful to make sure his brother wasn’t around ever since. Not that Sam would admit he’s been whining.)

You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam goes to sleep. He no longer sleeps his full 8 hours, not without your waist to sling a heavy arm over. A pillow just doesn’t cut it, even if he puts an unwashed shirt of yours that still smells like you over it as a pillow case. You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam wakes up. He no longer wakes to the feeling of kisses to his eyelids, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his ears, to his lips. The smell of the coffee that you’d somehow managed to slip out from under him to make doesn’t fill his senses either. Sam spends his waking hours moping around the bunker.

Dean’s sick of it. Everytime you call he’s complaining about Sam, and though it makes you stifle a giggle that your 6’5” boyfriend has been keening like a sad puppy dog, you have to admit you miss him too. You’re just as pathetic and needy and whiny (Yes, you can admit it. Yes, it makes you think you’re both more mature and more well-adjusted than Sam.) as your boyfriend back home. You call Sam at least once a day, usually two, three, or even four times a day. Yeah, you miss him.

Which is why, when you walk through the bunker doors, you drop your duffle and you’re running through the bunker to your shared room, hat flying off your head as you’re jumping into his waiting arms. The bouquet of flowers that you’d picked back in Tennessee clutched tightly in your hand squished up against Sam’s back, mostly wilting from the lack of water on your 14 hour drive.

“Hi.” You whisper into his shoulder. He’s lifting you off of the floor, and then your legs are wrapped around his waist, hoping to push your very being into him, hugging each other as tight as humanly possible. If you could crawl into his skin and never leave him again, you would, and so would he.

“I missed you.” He mumbles into your hair. You laugh, because you know that he missed you, he hadn’t stopped telling you over the phone, and also because you’d missed him. Missed the way he smelled, like salt and iron, lighter fuel and smoke, something sweet and something distinctly Sam. Missed the way his hugs seem to cover every inch of your skin. Missed the way he’s kissing you now, like you’re something delicate, like you’re something to be worshiped, something to be adored, like you’re the air in his lungs, like if he doesn’t kiss you now, he’ll never get the chance again.

“I missed you too.” Sam missed the way your southern accent seemed to get deeper every time you went to the south. The twang of your thickened South Carolina accent is something he can never get enough of, because it only lasts for the week after you leave the southern states.

“I missed you more.” You hand him the twisted, wilted, squished dogwood flowers, smirking.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He’s smiling at the back and forth now.

“I don’t know, I think it might-”

“God, shut up.” You both turn to Dean at the door, and then you’re laughing again and the breath is gone from Sam’s lungs. And then your forehead is pressed against his, and Sam might have a stroke. And then you’re kissing him, and Sam has died and gone to heaven. You pull back, looking at him.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

taglist - @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing

[starry-sophrosyne]

staring at my writings rn and I feel genuinely awful. i think it's mainly/entirely in part to it being that time of the month, but STILL; it's not bringing me any satisfaction to write like it normally does, nor do i have any genuine motivation to continue writing my drafts. i can still force myself to work on my drabbles because i still inherently want to, deep down in my soul - that's how much i love writing - and i can still write words and detailed phrases that are probably similar to how i write normally; descriptions that others will support and admire like they always have, but I just don't like them all that much. They're not bad, it's just, they're not written with any passion behind it.

I get it can't be helped, but I really don't want to put my writings down, because I'm scared. I'm scared that this exhaustion will be permanent, that I'll put these drafts aside and then never touch them again. I'm scared that this weariness, that I have put back into my bones over and over again, will not come out this time. I'm not crazy right? This isn't a dumb worry to have, is it? This is an actual fear for me, not just for my blog writings, but for all of my future writings too. I'm genuinely scared of burning out and I don't want to be.

No matter what, I think I genuinely have to stop writing. Wasting hours of my life writing stuff while feeling like an empty shell, while it provides me no joy doing so, is almost as horrible of an idea to me as never writing again is. So i'll do it; In order for me to be actually happy with anything I produce again, I'll put the pen down and pray my spark comes back to me, but man, i'm praying to whatever fucking gods there are out there, please don't let me lose the one thing I have left. Even this was a struggle to write.

[courdorygirl]

Ehrm that's quite a take. I have a biological brother, I love him dearly in a very fraternal way. No desire. Like, at all. If he ever made heart eyes in my direction I might puke.

I have a husband I love dearly, in both a sexual and agape way, and I consider him my bestest friend. It's hard not to when you live together.

I also have a lifetime male friend-with-benefits (I also have a female one but since I don't have any sisters that's moot) that I love in both fraternal and sexual ways. I have no desire to have any kind of long term commitment with him, but i do still love him "like a brother." And sometimes we do things. And yes, my husband knows about it, because we aren't prudes and we have a line od open communication at all times.

Your incest take sucks and I hope you get some life experience to prove you wrong. Don't @ me.

"having sex with your friends is basically incest" is a take of all time

[pissed-whizard]

my blog is a gateway drug to cooler and better blogs (my mutuals)

[saixria]

Into the Athenaverse (part 1 of 2, I hope)

This was actually super fun! Only having to draw waist-up was so 🤌🤌🤌 and this forced me to think of some different poses/ angles so they wouldn’t look boring, 10/10 experience

Athena design credits: @wolfythewitch, @duvetbox, @mircsy, @irunaki, @mumder, @neal-illustrator

[anbaisai]

Mayu: Why, what does it mean... Ace: It means let's be friends

ace trappola if he were filipino (inspired by @viperbunnies's swagapino ace post)

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[emillungs]

she’s dommed by the narrative 💔

[heartsforjh]

so valid—it was a LOT of writing 😭 ig i was feeling inspired

I’M GLAD YOU ENJOYED LOVELY 🫶

Reactions To You Falling

main masterlist

Includes: Sidney Crosby, Quinn Hughes, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Cole Caufield, Kirby Dach, Juraj Slafkovsky, Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, William Eklund, Matt Rempe, Dylan Strome, Ryan Leonard, Clayton Keller, Jake Oettinger, and Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen (it’s a LOT, i know 😭)

Sidney Crosby: The two of you would be walking downtown for date night when you get a sudden burst of energy and just have to run. You’ve got no destination but that’s no problem considering you end up flat on the concrete. Sid just sighs from behind you, watching as you sit yourself up. “Are you okay?” he’d ask. Once he’s sure you’re gonna be alright he’s going on and on about how he doesn’t know why you’d think that was a good idea, and how you need to be more careful as if it wasn’t just a regular, harmless fall. 

Quinn Hughes: You’re making a recipe that you discovered online, and when you turn from the island to the counter you lose your footing, falling straight to the ground. Quinn… who is sitting at the table on his laptop sees the entire thing, but when he also sees that you’re getting up he quickly focuses his attention back on the computer in front of him. Honestly, you tripping over nothing was embarrassing, but of course, he didn’t want you to feel that way. When you dust yourself off and see that he’s still minding his own business, you get right back to yours–glad nobody saw. Once your recipe is done, you excitedly bring it to him to try. He does his best to indirectly ask how you are after the fall, greeting you with a smile and a, “How you doing, baby?” 

Jack Hughes: You and Jack are about to be late to an event you have after his practice. Naturally, you guys decide to run out to the car. Jack is holding your hand in his–practically dragging you along. You take one wrong step and immediately go down, which he finds hilarious. He’s doubling down laughing at you as you just sit there blank faced, “Are you done, yet? Cause we really have to go, yaknow?” When he finally collects himself enough he makes his way over to you, trying to help you up. He’s still laughing at your expense–just being slightly more helpful in the process. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I actually am. I’m not trying to laugh, I swear.” He gets you back on your feet, presses a kiss to your cheek, and goes right back to trying to rush you out of the doors. 

Luke Hughes: Luke would be just like Quinn–except ten times more awkward. The two of you are probably walking through a big room, deep in conversation when your foot catches on something and you drop. You sit there for a second in silence before looking up at him. and he’s just straight staring into your soul. “Uh…  you good?” he’d ask, not exactly sure what the next move is. “Need help?” You just smile and shake your head, politely declining, “Nah, that’s okay,” is what you conjure up in response, not doing any better than him at helping the somehow mutually embarrassing situation. And though you initially declined, Luke still gives you a hand in getting back up, suddenly remembering how to be a gentleman. 

Cole Caufield: Cole does a much better job at achieving what Quinn and Luke were going for. When you fall whilst literally just walking outside with him, he does laugh at you. However, it’s because he’s constantly telling you to laugh at yourself and to not take anything too seriously. So after he’s helped you back up, you don’t really care that much and you’re able to move past it with his encouragement–just like that! 

Kirby Dach: You and Kirby are skating on an outdoor rink when you lose your balance and absolutely eat snow. “Babe… are you alright? That was nasty!” he says, stopping and helping you up with a chuckle. He’s very clearly trying to hold back from laughing even more as he helps you up, but he’s also wrapping you in a hug for comfort so it’s the thought that counts. “Let’s call it a day on the ice, yeah? We can go eat or something,” he says, guiding you in front of him to step off, trying his very best to hide his snickers as he replays the fall in his head. 

Juraj Slafkovsky: You and Slaf really quickly decide to run into the corner store for some snacks—planning on a movie date back at the apartment. While he’s searching around—picking out your favorites, you glance out the window and see that it’s started to pour. “Oh no… Juraj, look,” you tap him to get his attention. “Ooh. That’s not good,” he says, staring out at the rain, deep in thought. “We can just run!” Your shoulders slump when that’s the best solution he could come up with, but you know you couldn’t do much better. “I don’t think running will keep the rain from getting on us, honey.” He nods, kissing your cheek, and making his way towards the counter. “I know, but we will be out there for a shorter time.” Good enough. Once the snacks are paid for you go to the door and Juraj takes his jacket off, hovering it over your head. “Here, you can have this as an umbrella.” You frown. “What about you?” He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m okay. I like rain. So, we can just keep you dry!” His thoughtfulness absolutely warms your heart. If it weren’t for the task at hand, you’d be all over him. He counts down from three and the two of you take off. But of course, just your luck… when you step off of the curb, your foot slips and suddenly, you’re soaked. “Oh! Sweetheart, you okay?” he asks, frantically grabbing you to pick you up. He hugs your waist tight once you’re up. “I feel so bad. Are you feeling hurt?” his voice is full of sadness. “I’m okay, babe. Don’t worry. But, I guess you can have the jacket back. It’s not gonna do much for me anymore,” you reply, the both of you laughing it off before walking back to the car. 

Macklin Celebrini: Someway, somehow, you and Mack have ended up in your living room, his hands resting gently on your waist—your own around his neck. “You gotta really feel the music, babe,” he says with a nod. “Mack, its slow dancing. You don’t have to feel anything but like… romance,” you frown. “Okay… well, is this romantic?” he asks, going to spin you, but you’re unaware so you don’t lift your arm with his—getting hit in the face and falling onto your butt instead. Macklin’s whole face turns white and he’s instantly crouching down and grabbing you, trying to help. “I’m so sorry! That was an accident. Are you okay?” He feels extremely guilty, but when you just laugh it off he lets out a sigh of relief. “That was not romantic, no.” 

Will Smith: You and Will pull up to your apartment building and park. He goes around to your side of the car and opens the door for you. You shoot him a small smile, gathering your things and stepping out. Only, your foot never lands. Instead, it just swoops through the air causing you to fall straight to the ground with a loud splat. It’s probably the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done in your life, and when you look up to see Will just staring at you with his jaw dropped it does not help. The poor guy is dumbfounded, like he doesn’t know how to even begin comprehending what just happened. “Are you okay, sweet girl? You fell,” he finally manages to get out. “Yes, Will. I noticed,” you reply, looking back at him, completely unamused. He just stands there deep in thought for a good minute, sighs, then helps you back up. “That was crazy. Please don’t do that again.” 

William Eklund: You’re sat down looking at yourself in the phone camera, doing a get ready with me tik tok for funsies that you’ll likely never post. William is laying down on the bed, watching with the cutest little smile on his face. That same smile instantly drops when you do as well, accidentally slipping on something that was left out on the floor. “Ow!” you yelp when you scrape your knees on the carpet. “Oh no!” he exclaims, jumping up and coming to your aid. “You okay, love? You hurt?” You just shake your head and flash him a reassuring smile. “I’m okay! Just scared me a little is all.” He nods, letting you go back to doing your thing. 

Matt Rempe: You’re sitting on a stool at your kitchen island, fully zoned out while chilling with Matt. But, you’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you lean a little bit too far and topple over. All you hear is a gasp from Matt, before the loud thud. He rushes around the island, picking you right up. “Sweetheart, are you alright?! Oh my…gosh,” he asks, his face showing every ounce of worry that he’s feeling. “I’m okay. I hit my head. It kinda hurt,” you tell him. He can’t help but laugh, pulling you into a hug, cradling you close to him like a fragile doll. “Uhhh… yeah! I bet! I heard it!” 

Dylan Strome: You hear Dylan laughing as you play with your dogs. He’s recording as you run around, back, forth, up, and down the backyard. Unfortunately, he is silenced when your dog breaks your ankles, causing you to slip. You just let out a surprised shock and look up to see him making his way to where you’re lying. “You all good?” he asks, standing over you with his brows raised. You can only laugh at yourself at this point. “I don’t know about good, Dyl. But, I think I’ll survive.” He laughs and gives you a hand. “You think?!” 

Ryan Leonard: You and Ryan are giggling away as the two of you have pillows in hand, taking hits at each other. “Ry, that was weak!” you chirp him. “Okay then. Just wait,” he responds, drawing his pillow back and bam—you’re falling straight off the bed. “Oh! Babe, no!” he freaks out, peering over the edge to see you rubbing your head. He reaches down and strokes your cheek, feeling incredibly bad. “I’m so sorry, y/n. For real. I didn’t mean to hit you that hard! Are you alright?” The poor boy looks worried sick. “I’m  alright. No worries. I know it was accident,” you reassure, getting back up and onto the bed, smirking a little. “But… now it’s my turn to hit you!” 

Clayton Keller: You and Clay are at a team cookout. There’s children running around and people talking—everyone is just having a great time. You’re in the middle of telling Clayton a funny story when you feel a force push against you, knocking you right over.  You look up to see him with his hands on a kid, steadying the little guy so he doesn’t fall as well. “Ohhh! Hey, careful buddy! Gotta watch out for people, kay?” he tells the boy, gently. He then turns to you. “You good? Not hurt or anything?” You shake your head no as he pulls you back up using both of your hands, keeping one interlocked once he knows you’re okay. “Those kids are crazy, aren’t they?” He remarks while attentively rubbing your back, probably trying to draw attention from the actual fall itself so you don’t feel too awkward. 

Jake Oettinger: You and Jake are on an arcade date at Dave & Busters, and you’re absolutely sucking down the drinks as they’re your all-time favorite. After you and Jake have eaten you get up from the booth to go play the games, but instead… slip right out of it and onto your stomach. “Oh! Babe!” He wastes no time grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. “Are you okay, honey?! That was bad!” You laugh nervously, completely embarrassed. “Yeah, I-I’m just fine.” You don’t even want to look around to see if anybody saw. Why torture yourself like that? And of course, he catches on. “Babe, maybe let’s just… start with the games far away and work our way back, yeah?” he suggests, already ushering you away from the table. 

Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen: You and your boyfriend Upi are taking a walk through your local park. There’s all kinds of things happening. That’s his favorite part—how action packed it is. The two of you are busy people watching, a group of kids trying to get a ball out of a tree, more specifically. So, that means that neither of you see the stray dog getting closer and closer. It only hits you how close it is when… it really hits you. You’re falling back onto your bottom after the friendly guy jumps on you to say hi. “Uh oh! Um… hi puppy!” Ukko says as he leans down to help you back up. “Be gentle,” he instructs the dog as it wags its tail, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You okay, darling?” he asks you, sympathetically. You just nod your head and begin to pet the pup. “Don’t worry, I’m fine! What about the dog? Can we keep him?!”

Um… heyyy! It is painfully clear that I have not been the most post-y as of lately, and I’m seriously so sorry about that. Life has been crazy with all of my health stuff, plus my motivation and confidence is at an all time low right now. I’ve been trying my best to get it back and this all came to me in a dream (my friends). This is for funsies so pls don’t take too seriously. What better way to come back than with a little whimsy? Also, I know there’s like 80 ppl in this. If you feel robbed because you read for a certain player and it’s only a chunk of text, literally just send me a req of that player and I’ll write something for you, it’s not a big deal. Lastly, if you think the theme to this is atrocious… I will most likely be changing it at some point anyways so PLEASE just bare with me for now 😭 Hope y’all enjoyed!

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[daeyumi]

Reawaken 🌌🌑❇️

First post here~

Never had a tumblr before so learning how things work here should be,, interesting lol