#and the sad thing is i love this url. i love it. this was such a fun thing to stumble upon being available still

[bistaxx]

AND HGDUO/GOSSIPDUO/QMOCKINGJAYS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!

[demadog]

hey this is demadogs and tumblr fucking terminated my blog for no reason 🙃. i had over 2000 followers and posted a lot in the stranger things/byler fandom, yellowjackets, dark, and a bunch of other shows and films.

i started making gifs in the summer but most of my followers were from my byler analyses and predictions. if you could reblog this to spread the word that would be greatly appreciated. @staff fuck you.

[ohcruel]

often i remember when i was 17 and a group of people were insulting me ( in a server i was also IN ?? ) because i liked to write angst ... that's crazy . anyway im worse about it now

[kavehayati]

Hmm maybe if I like kaveh enough he will come home ? I’ve tried reverse psychology and it doesn’t work so maybe this is the best bet

[bunnyboy-juice]

😐😐😐😐😐😐 this is literally a post i wrote because i, a fat hairy gender fucked/gender nonconforming femme with a fat belly and "nontraditional" expressions of femininity, have felt othered by my own community and needed love and it took less than 100 notes to be othered again. this happens on my nudes. this happens on posts i make sharing my love about BEING femme. this happens when i express that no, i am not going to perform the femininity that is expected of me by ALL cis people and even other queer folks who hold onto bioessentialist ideals of what Real femininity looks like. this happens ALL the time. i can literally scream I AM FEMME I AM FEMME I AM FEMME and people will refuse to call me such and will sometimes go as far as to call me butch WHEN I AM TALKING ABOUT BEING FEMME AND LOVING BEING FEMME. IM FUCKING SICK OF YOU PEOPLE. IM FUCKING SICK OF YOU. I AM LITERALLY NOT ABLE TO BE MYSELF AND BE SEEN AS FEMME. DO YOU GET IT. DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR YOU ASSHOLES TO RESPECT ME AS A FEMME? WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO DO? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST im turning the reblogd off on this i cant do this shit again and again. you guys only can recognize the most stereotypical expressions of femininity as femme and im fucking done trying to make positivity posts to include femmes like me when it just results in me getting misgendered and othered more.

a message for fat femmes with complex relationships to their gender expression, fat femmes who are not women, fat femmes who are gender nonconforming, fat femmes who have a lot of body hair, fat femmes who are balding, fat femmes who aren't "traditionally" feminine, fat femmes who are trans, fat femmes who are on HRT, fat femmes who have flat chests and asses, fat femmes who are not curvy, fat femmes with big bellies, fat femmes with loose skin, fat femmes who have skin problems - fat femmes who have been made to feel undesireable, to feel you have to perform gender a certain way to be read as femme, who feel like you are never included in any femme positivity posts, who feel invisible in your community for being fat:

i love you. i love you. i love you.

[mossy-aro]

Aspec Video Essay Masterpost

This is a resource masterpost intending to compile together the video essays pertaining to asexuality and aromanticism and affiliated topics online! I'm only going to be including videos that are 15+ minutes long (to qualify as a 'video essay') - of course if anyone has suggestions please feel free to contribute! This is a community project!

Compulsory Sexuality, Comphet & Asexual Alienation by Evie Lupine - slightly less of a video essay and more chatty but she does talk about academic articles on compulsory sexuality. She also did a podcast episode with @theacecouple (here: Asexuality and Kink ft. Evie Lupine) which was very interesting!

Amatonormativity by Tara Mooknee - one I've recced on here before! Definitely a bit 101 and aimed at an allo audience but still worth a watch!

The hell of "sad singles" set ups & the need for found family by Bryony Claire - sent to me! I'm afraid I haven't seen it yet.

is love a social construct? by oliSUNvia - recommended to me by a friend! Again, I haven’t watched it yet but I know pertains to the wider discourse around romantic love + amatonormativity.

Are Aromantic and Asexual Representation Queer Enough? (Buddy Daddies) by VIKA - I haven't seen this series but it's an aspec reading / analysis on the main relationship in the show!

How Romance Paths in Games Fail Asexual Players (and How to Fix it) by DarkTeaTime - sent to me! I haven’t seen it yet but it’s about asexual players + gaming :) for some reason it won’t let me embed the url but someone has left a link in the notes down below!!

Rowan Ellis has a few here:

the chronically online state of asexual discourse - I've recced this one before on this blog and I still highly recommend it!

The Rise of Asexual Representation

They've also done an interview with Alice Oseman about aspec representation but it's more of a discussion than a video essay, so I haven't included it.

Spacey Aces (their entire channel is dedicated to discussing aspec topics so check that out if that interests you!) - most of their content is more chat/101 focused and not so much video essay-y but I've picked two which I think qualify:

A-specs vs Amatonormative Media (and the world)

Lavender Marriage | a history of purple and relationship anarchy in the queer community

David J Bradley has quite a few essays, here:

Alone. Not Alive. | A Queer Reading Of Company

Sherlock Holmes: Asexual Icon

That One Time House Cured Asexuality

Maybe You Haven't Met The Right Person Yet | An Asexual Video Essay

Asexuals and Sex - more of an explanatory 101 video but still felt like I should include it!

Meghan Sandor has some here:

Polyamory, Relationship Anarchy & Queerplatonic Partnerships: Are They Really the Same Thing?

Asexuality and Kink: Why Do So Many Aces Love It?

[inbabylontheywept]

Is your url based on the song Babylon canon?? I recently found the song through a camp that I’m doing and it’s absolutely beautiful :)

Kinda. My URL is based Psalms 137, which the Babylon Canon is quoting. When I first chose this username, I wasn't planning on that account being for writing - I was using it to access the exmormon subreddit. I eventually burned out on them because they were so, so bitter, and I just... I wasn't. I was sad. I would describe myself as very religious, but not at all spiritual. I loved my friends, I loved the ward, I loved all the insane bullshit that happened in scouts, I loved that there were grown men who had busy lives and kids of their own that worked together to give me adventures in my childhood. I talk about the disasters because they're memorable, but these were not incompetent people. For every disaster there were 10 things that just went great.

I wasn't angry. The worst thing they did was hurt people near me, and when people you love do bad things to other people you love, it's just miserable. I wish they'd treated all of my people as good as they treated me. They loved the house, but not its crows.

Anyway, I chose that Psalm for a handful of reasons.

It's a homesick song. And after leaving, I felt homesick. I sat down by the river and I hung my harp on the poplars, and I wept when I remembered Zion.

I know this is incredibly dorky - but the only piece of media I ever found as a Mormon boy that took the religion seriously was Fallout New Vegas. They weren't a punchline in that game. They wrote Mormons that had deep regrets and complicated pasts, who had lived through and did terrible things, and I loved them for it. The most well executed example of this was a character named Joshua Graham, and he spits Pslams 137 at you in a key moment, and changed my brain chemistry. Watch this if you want to get a sense of the character. Or this. Either works.

I had a really, really, crazy seminary teacher. I've got two stories (story 1, story 2) about him, but frankly, I could write like, ten. He talked about Psalms 137 a lot. He had a very strong belief in God's willingness to inflict a terrible vengeance, but he also had like, beliefs on what it took for that vengeance to be invoked. One of the most interesting people I've met in my entire life, and deeply thus deeply entwined with my relationship with Mormonism.

Good question, and well asked! I've had some people just jump into thinking I'm a Zionist. I'm not.

[meimeimeirin]

still on tumblr break, but since i just logged in and saw several asks, i thought i'd clarify a few things here.

regarding me and @/zhongrin

in summary:

zhongrin is privated and archived permanently.

for the two people who asked, yeah, i'm alright.

more utc, but you can skip.

to expand more on the 'sudden' archiving/privating:

i've been debating to archive the blog since last year. to tell the truth, the new theme that appeared in zhongrin since september last year was actually the theme of a new writing sideblog i made. honestly, i had contemplated archiving it since july ー and i've lost count over how many times i created a 'blog archived' post only to delete it, over and over again. i just held on like an idiot and kept telling myself to just post and dip out.

don't look at the activity bar, it's just going to be full of likes. don't look at the notes, i'll just be full of more empty likes. don't look at the reblogs, it won't have any feedback anyway. don't look into your inbox, you won't find any feedback whatsoever anyway. don't look at your dash, lest you'll see other people getting interactions and start wondering if you're the weirdo for not getting any. don't look. don't look. don't look.

i'm just so tired of being disappointed.

it's like writing out a play and 10k people reserved seats to your free performance, yet all you see are thousands of absent seats. all you receive are silent smiles. a few applauses. and less than ten people commenting on the play, most of which are your own friends.

every time i post, i start questioning why did i even bother sharing this. or if i'm even actually good enough at writing. or if that comment was just there out of pity. or if i should have used the time i spent writing, proofreading, and editing to do something else. something that would have brought more joy. something that would result in more than a few strung words on a digital screen that no one thinks is worth sharing.

every time i post, it just feels like i just did something meaningless. every time i do events or bring my ocs to the spotlight, every time i'm having so much fun, people leave and it gets even more silent. my thoughts? my expectations? my joy? my sadness? meaningless. they're all meaningless to these ten thousand people.

why should i keep sharing and doing something that feels meaningless and hopeless?

so i stopped caring and archived. that's all there is to it.

i do have that new writing blog set up. way back since last year. because as much as i loathe the silence, i still love writing. sometimes.

as of today, that blog is still devoid of original posts. i don't know when or if i'll feel comfortable posting my own 'content' again. or maybe i never will. who knows. but if i do, this time, i'm setting things up so i can just be the 'content creator' that readers expect me to be and distance myself from everything.

call me childish. call me jaded. call me a bitch. i don't care. i don't want to try connecting with my readers anymore because tumblr as a community has stopped being a system that can do this. i'm just going to give myself the option of making content and dipping out whenever i want. i'm going to spend my energy having fun with my friends who does care - on a separate, more controlled environment altogether.

this will still be my main since i don't want to bother setting up a new account and re-following people again. but i won't be active here. i foresee i'll be more 'present' in my private blog. for those who does have the url ー please keep it a secret. thanks.

bye, zhongrin. it started out fun. it's a shame it ended on a bitter note. i truly wish it hadn't turned out this way.

signing off once again, meirin.

[heyftinally]

Swifties love the “you’re too dumb to understand her lyrics” excuse. like no. I completely understand, that is why I hate them. That is why I know they are awful. And if they were more difficult to decipher she’d lose her 30 year old teenage mean girl fan base that needs instant understanding and gratification to like something.

Honestly, anon, I can't disagree with you.

"Karma is a cat, purring in my lap because it loves me" is my favorite example of this because it shows a COMPLETE misunderstanding of the concept of Karma - which is a real belief, not just some social media pop culture buzzword Taylor co-opted for her songs. It's roughly like misrepresenting the concept of prayer.

But there are other lines, too. "What doesn't kill me makes me want you more" sounds like you're glamorizing an abusive relationship.

"Look what you made me do" is dodging responsibility for your own actions.

These are just the lines that get stuck in my head because the same song plays on the radio eight times in five hours (this is not an exaggeration - I have counted this while running errands).

I'm only a few years younger than Taylor - I should be her prime demographic (besides the fact that I'm gay and she's not an ally, and I disagree with her morally on just about everything). Yet I can't tell you the last time I related to, agreed with, or even enjoyed one of her songs. Because more often than not, they sound like a 13-17yo either having a pity party, being wildly out of touch with a situation, or just being catty.

There are ways to write good songs about sad things, about situations you might not fully understand or have experience with, and about things that make you want to give a big FU to the target. I have examples of all of these in my music library. They're better than anything Taylor Swift has written in a very, very long time. Possibly (probabbly) ever.

Anyway, feel free to DM me or drop another ask if you want more critical Taylor Swift conversation. I promise I won't publicize your url anywhere - I know Swifties can be downright feral (I've literally seen them defend grooming behavior from Taylor, so...yeah)

[misicuwrites]

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

Summary: Aleksander always knew his soulmate had to be the fabled Sun Summoner. it was one of the last things he was absolutely certain of... BUT HE DIDN'T CONSIDER THIS

Warnings: single mother!reader, toddler!sun summoner, nonGrisha mother!reader, mentions of brother and father loss, AFAB!reader, no real physical descriptions, nothing else really just stupid tooth rotting fluff with maybe a little hurt/comfort

A/N: this was originally posted on my old account of the same url feel free to like again or if youd rather here is the ao3 link.

The squealing seemed to echo down the long hallway and no matter how they may have all tried, servants and Grisha alike had to smile. It wasn't often laughter was heard anywhere in Little Palace and no one giggled quite like their newest little addition. Aleksander had spent so long firm in his knowing that one day he would find his Sun Summoner. Maybe longer believing with body and soul that such a Grisha had to be his soulmate. The one he was destined to love and to love him. His equal. His much awaited balance.

Funny how he could have been so right... AND SO HILARIOUSLY WRONG.

Your son's fits of laughter never stopped making you laugh along, even if it all came from his constant squirming and splashing. It didn't matter to you. Never had honestly. You were just so relieved he was safe and somewhere he could grow and learn and remain safe. Months of traveling to Little Palace constantly changing your names and appearances best you could, hiding from busier borders and towns, avoiding strangers and stealing-- your son's wet hands started patting your cheeks seeing your distraction. Lifting your hands to his you smiled sweetly at his warbled concern,

"Mama where go?" His large eyes were so much like his uncle's and the thought broke your heart and made it hum. Your brother had certainly been killed by the time you reached Little Palace, your father too most likely. Brushing the thin wisps of damp hair from your son's forehead you shook your head subtly.

"No where, my love," you promised him kissing his head as started playing once more. The water remained warm thanks to your son's unique ability and the more he laughed and played, the more golden his pale skin seemed to become. Sitting back from the large tub you let him play aware of a tall unmoving figure just behind you in the doorway. Observing quietly as he always did. You were getting used to that too, his hovering, but it came slowly. "Something you need, General?"

Aleksander blinked when you addressed him; voice thick and warm honey but he still heard that sadness underneath. That inescapable exhaustion that came from over worrying. Figuring he was caught and so there wasn't much use staying put, Aleksander slowly stepped into the wash room still watching the young boy play. The Grisha General frowned curiously, "Is he drowning the lambs?" You smiled amused but didn't reply right away. The boy continued playing somewhere possessed by his game seeming blissfully unaware Aleksander had even joined them. How wonderful, he thought, to be able to shut out the world.

"They're goats, I think," you informed him biting your lip as the man feigned a look of realization. He looked years younger when he wasn't paying his expressions any mind. Allowed his eyes and face to openly express what you were learning he spent most of his time hiding. Controlling. Carefully crafting to the moment and his needs.

"Oh my apologies to the goats--"

"Oh no, he's actually not at all fond of the beasts," you interjected with dramatic harshness, "Devils, really." Aleksander squinted at you suspiciously but the smile was getting harder and harder for him to keep at bay. Your airy little giggle made his heart clench painfully. Something he hadn't felt for far too long. A warmth and comfort sinking into him every time he fell under your smile. Swallowing thickly, he tore his eyes from you with a subtle throat clearing,

"Right of course. Beastly creatures... goats..." Aleksander deadpanned frowning uncertainly at the toddler purposefully holding his goat-shaped toys under the water with the utmost look of concentration. It would have been frightening on any adult but the boy's pudgy cheeks and puckered lips made him ridiculously cute. Joining you at the bath side, the Darkling propped his arms on his spread knees thoughtfully. Although he normally would always be straight-backed and as tall as possible, he found he liked being a bit more comfortable around you. Not wanting to intimidate you or seem overpowering. After all, he knew what you had gone through, and lost, to bring your son to him. "Was his father a goat?" Aleksander teased dryly only breathing when he heard your snorted laughter. As vulgar and crude a joke as it may have been to anyone else you had a wonderful sense of humor and he was learning quickly how much he loved hearing you laugh. Especially when he said something "crass." Eyes alight with your amusement you were quick to smart back,

"No-- an ass." It was Aleksander who choked on a loud laugh that time, nose scrunching as he bit back his grin. You wouldn't ever say things about your son's father in front of your boy but that man had never been interested in either of you.. not until it became known that the little boy with silvery hair and his uncle's bright eyes was actually the Sun Summoner. A mythical Saint before he was old enough to walk.. that caught the attention of all the wrong people including That Man. Aleksander noticed your eyes drift and the light dim in them for a moment but he wasn't sure what to say at first.

"You told me he hadn't been tested," he decided to redirect and you nodded thankful, "he's too young even now. I don't think anyone would have thought to even suggest it.. how did you know?" His dark eyes looked back to you but you were smiling at your son. He was singing then. A little lullaby hid grandfather always rumbled to your belly as well as you and your brother. You could almost hear your father's voice under the little one's. Distractedly, as you thought about Aleksander's question, your hand fell to your flatter stomach even though it was empty and no longer needing protecting.

"I think I always knew," you explained vaguely; considering your words carefully, "I was always warm. Sometimes too warm," you giggled fondly, "I would sleep in the snow some nights just for relief." Aleksander smiled understanding. He never had a child but it made sense to him that any baby able to call on the sun would tend to run a bit warmer than most. He kept watching you, though, captivated by the way you were glowing. The way you were lighting up with a life and glow all your own. No Summoning needed. The way you talked about the little boy had Aleksander's expression softening. Something close to awe and mixed with a sort of jealousy. Of you or your son he wasn't sure. Baghra had never spoke of him with such pride and love. Actually, he often felt like his mother avoided talking about him as much as she did to him. Many of his Grisha were the same. Lost family or were abandoned by them and here you were; risking life and limb for your son-- and it wasn't just you but your family. Your father and brother had stayed behind giving you the time needed to escape. What a love like that must feel like...

"General?" your voice caught him so off guard he wasn't able to stop himself,

"Ale--." Your eyes caught his and his breath caught a moment. How beautiful you looked in that moment. Gaze soft but curious; glossed lightly with concern hearing the apprehension he foolishly thought he could conceal from you. He was lost in you and he had known so the moment he met you-- small as you were shielding your son from four powerful Grisha daring to threaten them if Aleksander did not meet with you. You with your tiny bread knife ready to take the whole of Little Palace to war if needed. That devotion. That unyielding love and shameless need to protect yours? Aleksander had always wanted that. No. He had always wanted to share that. With someone. Someone special. ".. I'd like you to have my name. My-- My real name.. not the one I gave myself." Your brows pinched in slight confusion but he knew you understood the weight of this moment. Knowing something so intimate had your heart hammering in its cage. Stomach fluttering pleasantly as he gave an almost nervous smile. Youthful. Hopeful. Nodding softly and gently taking his hand, you gave the man a smile hearing the stutter in his breath the moment you touched him. A shudder seemed to wrack through him but he caught himself quickly. "My name--," he laughed bashfully looking away. Why did it feel like a proposal? He had said his name before. Baghra scolded him with it just that morning! Sensing his hesitation, you gave his hand a squeeze.

"You can share it if you like," she offered softly, "or keep it safe with you a bit longer. But-- I would carry any name or weight you ask of me. I owe you so much more and-- I want to offer you what I can. I can't really fight," you teased and Aleksander smiled boyishly now able to look at you again, "at least not with guns or swords or-- Shadows," his smile widened and warmed his cheeks to a rosy pink, "but I will fight the way I know how. Behind the scenes.. here," you looked to your place at his side and then to your son now staring at you two with just his eyes over the edge of the tub. Large and in wonder making Aleksander and you both chuckle at the way he thought he was hiding.

"At my side, then?" Aleksander cautioned glancing to your joined hands thoughtfully as you hummed affirmatively. He didn't hesitate again and looked to you waiting for your gazes to meet before he breathed his name, "Aleksander. My name is Aleksander." Your smile would follow Aleksander into every dream and thought he would ever have from that moment until his last and his entire being seemed to quake as you reverently repeated,

"Aleksander." Suddenly the room lit up in a shimmering, swirling glow of golds and blues and iridescent whites as the little boy in the bathtub grinned over the edge. His eyes shone the same brilliant shades as the light he gave off. His joy and happiness with the whole exchange evident as he giggled cheekily. Like he knew something neither adult did. You shook your head at your son as he gave you that impish little grin wiggling further into his bubbles. Turning to Aleksander you caught him staring at you with the warmest brown eyes you had ever seen. No longer pools of bottomless black and unreadable. You smiled at him hand warm and confident as you cradled his in your lap. Without hesitating and your eyes locked with his, you lifted the Darkling's knuckles to your soft lips and kissed them lovingly. Aleksander's heart stopped.

Saints help him.

[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Wordcount- 3.9k

Notes- okay so this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would but it’s here now finally. And I have changed my url so I’m sorry if you thought this was some random person tagging you

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning sprawled across my bed and tangled in the sheets. I stumbled up and made my way into the dining area, only bothering to wrap a dressing gown around myself so as to not expose my arms. Unfortunately Lysander greeted me much too cheerfully the second I stepped foot in the room, with a wide grin and loud words.

“Good morning!” He trilled. “Sit, sit and eat. You have an important day ahead of you.” I slumped down into a seat and grabbed an apple, biting into the crisp red skin and sinking my teeth deep into its flesh.

“So what did you get up to with the lovely Megara last night?” He inquired as an avox served him a plate of toast piled with eggs and cheese and ham. I judged his choice in food for a moment and then almost snorted as his words registered in my mind. He certainly wasn't being subtle at all I thought as Finnick and Mags entered and seated themselves. I took another bite out of my apple and grinned.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of silk pyjama shorts and a loose top. Megara was sprawled across my bed, shovelling ice cream into her mouth as fast as physically possible. She noticed me and smacked the bed.

“Sit.” I sat. “Now spill. You and Finnick flipping Odair.” I sighed.

“Pass me a cupcake. No, not that one. No, no, yes. Thanks.” I peeled the case off and bit into it, the rich chocolate and caramel spreading across my tongue. “I found out when I first got it.” I showed her my wrist and she inspected it closely. “We were, well we were friends I suppose. After I won that is. I saw his once, it was an accident. I don’t think anyone else really knows he even had one.” I took another bite of my cupcake. “We kinda stuck together for a couple of years. He helped me through the aftermath and the nightmares and everything.” She looked at me curiously.

“So what happened?”

“Annie Cresta happened. When she won everything changed. You know how the boy she went in with that year was decapitated and she lost it?”

“Everyone knows, though the Capitol tries to brush over it.” I laughed quietly.

“Well when she came back she was absolutely broken. She couldn’t function by herself. So Finnick helped her. At first I knew it was necessary, she probably would have offed herself otherwise, but the days passed to weeks and weeks to months. He had just,” I breathed, “He had just left me and gone to her.”

Megara's mouth opened in a shocked expression.

“You would’ve been fifteen?”

“Almost sixteen.”

“And he just, what, abandoned you?” I shrugged.

“Love is weird. It comes and goes at the most unexpected of times and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” She placed a hand on her forehead.

“Okay, sorry for interrupting. Please continue.”

“The nightmares came back, I spiralled, I spent I think two months here. Doing shows, staying as far away from them as I could. I mainly talked to Effie and Haymitch.” I smiled fondly. “They were really something. Always bickering and picking at each other like an old married couple. They made me laugh a lot, the only thing I laughed at really. Then it all changed again. But that’s not relevant.” I ignored her look and powered ahead. “I stopped talking to anyone, unless I had to, I wouldn’t say a word. I sang at shows but nothing more. And that was my life I guess. Not happy, not sad. It just was.”

Megara unexpectedly leapt across the bed and engulfed me in a hug.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that.” She pulled away. “I can't imagine if I met my soulmate and then had to pretend like they meant nothing to me.” I smiled back at her sadly.

“Like I said, love is weird. And why would he want me when he has her.” With that I flopped down in bed and curled up in a ball. “Goodnight.”

“We didn't do anything interesting. I ate a bit then fell asleep. I was tired.” I smiled tightly at Lysander, a glint of challenge in my eyes before my gaze slipped to my plate and I took a second bite out of my apple. It tasted like ash in my mouth. “What's on the agenda today?” With that his eyes lit up and he beamed.

“Training.”

As it turned out, training was in fact the only thing on the agenda. I walked into the room and was greeted by the sight of the majority of the other tributes already showing off. My eyes flicked around the room for a second, Finnick was already bothering Katniss, the girl looked extremely unimpressed at him showing her how to tie a knot in the rope and didn't even try to hide her disgusted expression as he pretended to hang himself. I made my own way over to the survival skills section, I immediately picked up two pieces of wood and began to rub them together to little effect. Just as I was about to give up a shadow appeared above me.

“You have to rub quicker, and lower down.” Katniss took the sticks from me and demonstrated. “See.” I nodded slowly.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” With that she turned and made her way to one of the compartmentalised training rooms, grabbing a bow and a sheaf of arrows along the way. I watched from a distance as she put an arrow through each glowing hologram that appeared. I started as I saw one holding an axe and it immediately disintegrated, a small bolt of fear shooting through me. Were they supposed to represent us? My question was answered as another showed up holding a trident and resulted in the same fate. The closer I watched, I could see more similarities between the holograms and all the people stood watching. Johanna and Finnick were obvious, two appearing next to each other and reacting in sync, Cashmere and Gloss, one with long, sharp nails that none of the others had, Enobaria. A really burly one, Brutus and a couple of spindly ones, the morphlings.

Bile rose in my throat as Katniss annihilated them all. Then just as everyone thought the simulation had ended, a final hologram appeared. Smaller and thinner than all the others and it threw a golden blaze at her which she ducked and suddenly an arrow was lodged in it and it dissolved like all the others. It was clear that it was supposed to be. All the movements of the other holograms had been techniques the corresponding victors used in their games, the weapons they were most famed for using. And the Capitol had simply taken those moves and projected them into the simulation. But for me, the only moves I had back then were throwing that one knife and then my shoes. So that was what they had to use. I stayed frozen in my spot as the others stared at Katniss, contemplating looks in their eyes. I could see the cogs turning in their brains, they wanted her as their ally, who wouldn't to be honest. She was the favourite to win at the moment- perhaps also Finnick- and she would get sponsors upon sponsors. I watched her gaze pass over all of them to settle on me; I stared back at her blankly for a moment before she looked over to Peeta who stood watching her from the camouflage station, his arm covered in detailed paintings of rocks and tree bark. He smiled slightly and turned back to his work.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a grinning Finnick.

“Quite the spectacle she's put on wouldn't you say?” He asked and I hummed in response. “She'd be a good ally.” I shrugged.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” He scoffed. “With an aim like that she could take out all of us in a matter of seconds.” My lip quirked upwards at his words. He didn't know just how true they were.

“I suppose, but if she was your ally, one wrong move and you'd be six feet under. But by all means, ally with the girl on fire; when she decides to kill you- don't say I didn't warn you.” I spun on my heel and strode away from him, my shoulder tingled where he had touched me and I felt a tug in my chest at the growing distance. It was as if the more time we spent around each other the more the- well I suppose the word that the Capitol used to describe it was a bond- the more the bond seemed to recognise us as soulmates and tried to drag us together. It was the only reasonable explanation for why he was talking to me.

I walked with my head down, stepping to the side to avoid bumping into other people. I made my way to a station where the two from district 3 had settled themselves at after struggling to light a fire and were fiddling around with wires and bolts. I sat myself down and picked up a few thin pieces of bronze metal. I twisted them together, intricately weaving them in a complicated pattern so they formed a pin of sorts. I twisted my hair up and stuck it through, the metal scraping along my scalp as I shook my head to make sure it was secure.

“The gamemakers won't be too impressed with that.” Beetee spoke quietly from beside me and I made a face.

“I don't really care. They're the ones hiding behind a forcefield.” His gaze sharpened.

“How do you know that?” I shrugged in response.

“The shimmer in the corners. Makes it look a bit like glass but they don't want us to know they're afraid of us and glass is too noticeable. Next best thing is a forcefield, I mean it uses a lot of the energy in this place. Zaps it like,” I snapped my fingers, “that, but most people won't know how to recognise it at all so they can keep up their pretences without worrying about one of us trying to murder them where they stand.”

Beetee stared at you for a second before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“A scholar I see.”

“Just curious.”

“Not even some adults back home would be able to tell me that.” Beetee murmured. “You've done your research.” I looked up to the gamemakers.

“Well,” I spoke softly, scratching at my wrist absently,”you never know what they'll throw at you and it's always good to be prepared.” He hummed in assent as Wiress tugged on a loose strand of my hair, babbling nonsense under her breath. I gently extracted myself from her fingers and wished them a pleasant day, a hint of sarcasm in my voice, before I left them to fiddle with their little toys.

I found myself wandering through the huge building, mindlessly gazing around. My eyes flitting over the white surfaces, shining brightly in the even whiter light from the ceilings. All of a sudden I heard voices. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, was that Finnick and Haymitch? Talking to Plutarch Heavensbee? I listened intently, pressing myself against the wall next to the tiny crack in the door to hear better. My eyes gradually widened with each sentence that left their mouths, I couldn't believe it myself, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't been hearing it directly from the source. They stopped talking and I ran. I sprinted down the corridors and to the lifts, frantically pressing the buttons as I entered and running out just as quickly. I didn't slow down until I slammed the door to my room shut and launched myself onto my bed, clutching a pillow so hard my knuckles started to turn white. They were planning to get Katniss out of the games and start a revolution. A revolution. My mind repeated those words for minutes, my mouth moving to spell it out in disbelief. Slowly the disbelief I felt faded into determination. They clearly hadn’t been about to tell me anything about it, I wouldn’t be included in their alliance. But I could sure as hell help.

Throughout the next couple of days, I woke up as early as possible to train without anyone watching me. I would take my ballet shoes down with me and wear them as I threw knives at the holograms, rise onto my toes and dance around them in circles until my feet were bleeding and bruised. The pain only made me work harder, if I could fight with my feet broken beneath me then I could run forever and wouldn’t feel a thing. On the last day before the games would begin I did the same as I had been. But when I had destroyed the holograms a hundred times over I didn’t stop, I dropped the daggers in my hands and closed my eyes as I spun and leapt. For the first time in years no one was watching me and I could just dance. Even on the train there had been cameras pointed at me but in the interest of not wanting anyone to get mad and try to kill them the gamemakers had left the training room cameraless. So I danced as if I was a child again and my mother was watching me from the door of the house cheering me on. And then I fell. My ankle gave out beneath me and I crashed to the floor. I landed on my side, my arms crossed to hold my head off the floor. I pushed myself up and undid my shoes; pulled them off my feet and stood up. When I fell I had accidentally pressed a button and holograms had appeared again. I reached down to grab the daggers again as they advanced towards me.

“You wanna play?” One of them threw the knife they were holding at me. It skimmed my cheek; I lifted a hand up to touch it. My fingers came away red and I laughed quietly. “Fine, I’ll play.” With that something inside me cracked and I leapt forward. I was like a hurricane as they all rushed at me and I weaved through the gaps leaving bloody footprints wherever I stepped. I rained down blow after blow on them, if holograms could bleed I would have been covered. But they couldn’t bleed and they couldn’t die, they just disintegrated into orange sparks whenever my blade hit home in their rib cages only for more to take their place. I dodged and threw and stabbed until I thought the simulation ended and I stood in the centre of the room. The air moved and in the blink of an eye I spun and struck, the last thing I saw of the hologram was the trident in it's hand. Then I heard the clapping.

I turned around quickly to see Johanna watching me. I quickly stepped outside.

“What do you want?” She grinned.

“Who knew you could fight princess. I’d actually be quite impressed if I didn’t think you’d payed for some poor Capitol bastard to teach you.” A hysterical giggle forced itself out of my throat and for a second an unreadable expression passed over her face like a cloud. I picked up my shoes by the ribbons and let them dangle by my legs as her eyes went to my feet. “Aww did standing up by herself for a moment make the princesses feet hurt?” I swallowed.

“You don’t know me Johanna Mason.” I spat. “You don’t know anything about me so do not make assumptions about things that you do not understand.” She watched me walk away, yelling after me.

“See you later princess.” I ignored her, focusing on not leaving a trail of blood back to the room.

A few hours later, after I had bandaged up my feet, I headed back down for the evaluations. The others were already there and I sat down at the end of a bench. Feeling eyes on me I looked up and locked eyes with Katniss, she stood up and made her way over to me. She sat down silently and I looked at the pin she had on her top.

“A mockingjay.” She looked up at me surprised.

“Yeah. How did you know?” I laughed.

“Some members of the Capitol have them as pets. Ones they managed to catch after the jabberjays bred with mockingbirds. They domesticated them and have them sing all day every day.” My voice turned sharp. “They don’t like being reminded of their failures so they turn them into spectacles.” My head turned as the robotic voice spoke ‘Y/N L/N report for evaluation.’ I stood up slowly and walked past Finnick who was exiting and into the training room. I was greeted by the sight of the gamemakers laughing and talking with each other, completely ignoring my presence as I made my way over to the weapons stand. One of them spared me a glance before dismissing me. They knew who I was and they didn’t think I was a threat. I took a step forward, narrowing my eyes and realised something. The force field was strong if it was concentrated, but it was only being held together by four balls that it was projected out of, one in each corner creating a screen. So it was strong at the outside but where it all met in the centre would be weaker. I grinned at my revelation and practically skipped back to the table with the knives on. I picked one up and balanced it on my finger, I quickly looked around and grabbed a long piece of rope, tying it around the handle. I twisted the end of the rope around one hand and pirouetted, as my head whipped to the front I let the knife fly through the air, right through the centre of the forcefield. It embedded itself in a piece of watermelon and then the wall. I gripped the rope harder and yanked towards me, I caught the knife and raised the dripping red fruit up to my mouth to take a bite as I curtseyed deeply, dipping my head and letting my foot slide as far behind as possible. I smiled sweetly at their horrified expressions. You can almost see the thoughts running through their heads I mused as I walked calmly out of the room, head held high.

I was waylaid by Lysander who dragged me back to the room and made Finnick and I sit until the scoring was announced hours later, I was almost falling asleep in my chair. Yawning widely and eyes drooping until the music sounded and I bolted up. The second Gloss’ photo appeared on screen with a score of 10 flashing under him my heart sank. My little outburst would probably not have gained me anything other than a low score. The rest of the careers had predicatably high scores, Brutus an 11 and Finnick the same. Lysander screeched happily at his score, patting him on the back furiously and I murmured my congratulations. Then it was my turn. My face appeared on the screen and a bright bold number 12 flashed underneath it. I spat out my water in shock and blinked rapidly as Lysander gaped at the screen. Mags patted me gently on the shoulder, giving me a small smile; Finnick leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“Congratulations angel.” The nickname shook me out of my trance.

“Angel?” He shrugged and gave me an easy smile.

“Yeah, you looked like an angel on the chariots and you certainly act like an angel, especially with that little girl.” His voice turned serious. “But something tells me you aren’t such an angel as everyone thinks you are.” My lip twitched and I forced it to stay in a straight line.

“Maybe you’re right.” I turned around, my back to him, his eyes searing into my skin as I whispered. “But some things cannot be determined with a passing glance.”

The next day was the day of the interviews. I was slumped in a chair, clad in a silk robe, as my prep team scoured my body. They perfected every imperfection they could find until my skin was like a blank canvas. All the while they chattered, asking me not so subtly about my evaluation score and even less subtly if I had a soulmate- thankfully they didn’t question my insistency that I covered my wrist while they ‘cleaned me up’. I ignored them for the most part until Priscilla began to waffle on about Finnick. I clenched my fists and tried to block her out, waiting for her to finish. But she wouldn't stop, she went on and on about him, his… relationships with Capitol women and then what a shame it was that he might die. My fingernails dug crescent moons into my palms until I felt pinpricks of pain and saw tiny specks of blood beading on my skin. I settled for fiddling with the robe until they left. The girls walked through the door giggling with each other as Quintus turned around to me.

“I understand how you feel.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“You have a soulmate yes?” I nodded slowly. “But he either doesn’t want you or doesn’t know about you.” I nodded again.

“The second.”

“I had a soulmate once.”

“You did?” I mumbled.

“It was about 15 years ago. I had just started working here for the games and she was a tribute.” He laughed slightly and ran his hand through his hair. “She hated me, I tried to get her to run away with me before the games could start but she wouldn’t let the kid from her district die even if it meant she lived. They only lasted 5 days in the arena.” He smiled sadly. “But those last couple of days she was alive and I got to see her were the best couple of days in my life.”

“What are you saying?” I whispered.

“Don’t waste time. Every second with the ones we love is precious.” Just as suddenly as he had begun the conversation he left the doorway, leaving me in silence.

Soon enough Megara came in, laden with bags upon bags containing god knows what. She dragged a chair over and sat down opposite me. She pulled out a teapot and two cups before setting them down on the table ignoring my incredulous look. She poured tea into the two cups added a splash of milk and sugar to one and gave me an inquisitive look. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I poured milk into the cup and spooned 3 teaspoons of sugar into the cup.

“So honey, how are you feeling about the interviews?”

“Honey? Aren’t you younger than me.”

“Nope,” she popped the p,” I’m 24.” I sighed.

“They can only go so badly right.” She grinned; took a sip of her tea, placed it down, stood up and walked over to a huge bag hung up on the door.

“I suppose we’ll see then.” She unzipped the bag and I gasped.

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Ask #1 ( @thestartofsomething8059 ): there’s this fic…#1

Hello! Sorry to bother, but I’ve been trying to find this fic for ages and it beginning to drive me insane. I’ve checked all the tags it would be under but still no luck. The fic was essentially about Dean and Cas being overly coupley (but without actually having gotten together yet) and Sam being frustrated. I’ve checked the POV Sam tag, Oblivious Dean/Cas tags, and others like 5+1 things but nada 😞 Here are the specific scenes I remember from it: - Dean and Cas share a twizzler back and forth which grosses Sam out enough that he calls someone to complain (I pretty sure Charlie) - Shortly after this Dean and Cas argue about Cas having used Dean’s toothbrush - I’m pretty sure this fic also includes a scene where Dean is taking a shower and Cas comes in to just sit and talk to him and Sam is like “hey wtf?” And Dean just goes “no this is normal” That’s all I can remember with accuracy. I’ve read through several other similar fics like “Dude being Dudes” and “Sharing is Caring” and am sure it’s not those. Any help would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you so much 😊

Ask #2 ( @famousbread101 ): there’s this fic…#2

Please! You're my last hope 😭 I'm looking for a fic that I read years ago I'm pretty sure castiel was like. Pregnant or sick?? Either way he kept denying dean affection and Dean got fed up and left saying like "I'll get it somewhere else" and the whole fic is just cas being super sad and missing Dean It was haply ending and Dean didn't actually cheat tho

Ask #3 ( @bleedtogrow ): there’s this fic…#3

Hello! I’ve been looking for a fic for years and i can’t find it 😭😭 The only thing I remember was that Dean sang Heaven by Bryan Adams on his and cas’ wedding. If anyone knows which one it is plssss i need it

Ask #4 ( @little-apollyon): there’s this fic…#4

looking for a specific fic, of course I can’t remember the title or author. It’s in the Alpha Beta Omega universe, dean steals the impala from cas(technically kidnapped him and baby pulls a gun on cas) he left his abusive alpha who I think was one of Castiel brothers and he is making his way to Sam, they go on a road trip together and fall in love. I think they end up being true mates, hopefully it can be found and if it got deleted hopefully someone has a copy. I appreciate you all very much!

Ask #5 ( @sunshineggukie ): there’s this fic…#5

hey! ive been trying to find a fic that ive read years ago but i haven’t so far. it was a college au where dean was all ready to sleep his way through college and have as much fun as possible. on his first day though he bumps into cas and it’s like love at first sight. they start dating and i remember cas was a virgin and the fic was about 10-15k i think? i was hoping you guys could help me find it or that maybe another follower recognizes it

It takes a village to find a lost fic, every reblog is appreciated!

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Hi! This is my presentation post! I will update it from time to time! ^^

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To all my moots: I might be offline for multiple days in a row from time to time, don't worry if you don't see me around for a while!!

(I probably just found a really long fic that has me hooked and I just can't stop reading it until I'm done with all of it lol--)

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— I am a teenager (between 15 and 19)!! Please don't ask me to send you money to help you with what you're going through, I will not be able to help you. It will only make me sad and uncomfortable, and make you lose time that you could use by asking the same thing to someone who can actually help you, and I will block you, I'm sorry.

And I've just been asked that so just to be clear: No, I am not interested in any kind of "sugar relationship", thank you very much. (*traumatized crying*)

— Please do not interact with me if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic or a terf, if you willingly body shame people, if you do not support and respect the disabled and LGBTQUIA+ communities, if you are sexist, if you promote any kind of non con/illegal-relationship (I'm talking about irl relationships. I don' care if you're a proshipper, but I will probably block you if I get too weirded out by your ships.), if you are a Trump supporter, or if you don't like to see the most random post at any time of the day. Once again, I will block you.

— I am genderfluid! You can use any pronounces while referring to me, but I do have a preference for they/them most of the time. :)

— Also, I mostly go by Eleana online, but I like to be called Len too. Or by my url idc. (you can also invent a new nickname if you want!! I absolutely love those TuT)

— I do not have the energy to find the exact label for my sexuality, but I like to think of myself as queer and aroasepec! ^^

— I am mostly active in the following fandoms: stranger things (byler actually but shh), the goldfinch, one piece, and many others! Those are only the current mains. :)

— Most of my posts/reposts are absolutely random and probably a bit confusing lol

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Here are some of the things I'll reblog/post that are related to...

... Stranger Things

— Lots of fanarts!

— Fic recommendations!

— Theories and gates

— Pretty much anything byler-related

— Sometimes actor related things. (Yes I do support Noah btw, don't come to me if you want to hate on him.)

— Memes!!

... The Goldfinch

— Anything Boreo related (fics, fanarts, headcanons, anything.)

— Character analysis and headcanons!

— Memes 👍

... One Piece

— Anything related to the ASL brothers (as long as it's not romantic. I do not ship them. They're brothers.)

— Pretty much any ship related things that I find nice. I'm a multishipper in this fandom! (I'm chill with pretty much anything as long as it dosen't involve families!)

— Headcanons and fanarts!! Looots of them.

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Some random things about me! :D

— I absolutely loooove music. It doesn't have to be any specific kind of music, I could listen to pretty much anything and I'd be happy, because it's music.

> Here are some of my favorite songs tho!

★ Ship in a bottle ~ fin

★ BLUE ~ Billy Eilish

★ The Red Means I Love You ~ Madds Buckley

★ Loved one ~ The Aubreys

★ Punk Tactics ~ Joey Valence & Brae

★ I Hear a Symphony ~ Code Fry

★ Come Little Children ~ Erutan

★ Istanbul (Not Constantinople) ~ They Might Be Giants

★ Dúlamán ~ MALINDA

★ Téir Abhaile Riu ~ Celtic Woman

★ Aleph ~ Gesaffelstein

★ The Water Is Fine ~ Chloe Ament

— I am a cat person, and I'd like to adopt one or two when I'll have my own place! :3

— I am an extraverted introvert! (an introvert who has a group of extroverted friends and who was infected by them)(but still very much an introvert)(i dislike or am neutral about most people irl)

— Most people say I look antipathic or scary, but really I just have a "do-not-come-near-me-or-I'll-bite-your-head-off" resting face.

— My favorite love languages are physical touches and words of affirmation. :)

— I like to talk with people about their experiences and feelings, and I love to give advices when I can! :]

— My memory works in a really strange way: I can remember word by word some parts of books and their entire storyline when I've read them years ago, but it took me 7 years to know the birthdate of a friend of mine that I met when we where both three.

— I sometimes have an hyperfixation on a random thing for months and then suddenly loose any interest about it for literally no reason at all. I will might come back to it after years months and fall back into the rabbit hole lol

— And (you probably guessed that by now) I tend to overshare things about myself when people let me. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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You can also find me here! ^^

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And that's pretty much it! Wow I'm actually impressed if you finished to read all that lol--

Thank you for being here, I love you! (/platonically) ^^♥

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So I was doing a deep dive on your account cause your stuff is gold 👌🏻👌🏻and I found this post

https://www.tumblr.com/safetycar-restart/716054638514896896/hey-shels-i-hope-you-are-feeling-much-better-now

And the farm au! Oh my god it lit up my brain like nothing else… and cause I too love angst…

Bunny Charles and Arthur being used to being spoiled bunnies, living the high life, all luxurious life but then their dom realized just how needy and dependent and expensive keeping two bunnies are and they do the equivalent of dropping them off on the side of the road in a box… so now poor bunnies are out in the cold harsh world and just don’t know what to do…

They just start walking back in the direction of home because maybe Dom made a mistake? and forgot them? But it’s a long cold walk and when the sun sets they see a warm light in the distance - your little cottage and farm, gardens full of yummy food and a welcoming warmth.

You wake up to two bunnies curled up in front of the fire place, covered in dirt with tear tracks

Or maybe you have a stall in the local farmers market and one day you hear just gut wrenching yips coming from the nearest alley and when you check it out — cat!max is there hiding and nursing a broken tail. Maybe his dad was yanking on his tail as a punishment and it broke/sprained it and max lashed out and ran away. Obviously you can’t leave poor kitty by himself, so you grab some of your supplies and spend the day slowly getting max used to you to allow you close enough to bandage his tail up. When you finally do that, he’s just curled up in your lap purring and out of his mind on catnip and genuine love and care and he just follows you home when you go to leave

Or maybe your farm is in an area with a lot of hunters and you’re taking a small hike cause it’s a gorgeous day for when you hear pained howling. Wolf!pierre and Carlos are caught in a bear trap or up a tree in some netting and it looks like they’ve been there for a while. You quickly get to work in getting them free and coax them to come to your house to fix them right up.

Or maybe you finally feel that you’ve settled nicely into your new farm and decide that it’s time to think about finding a hybrid for company. Maybe it’s luck or maybe it’s fate but you meet the pair of cat!oscar and dog!logan - they’ve bonded and won’t be separated but everyone they’ve tried stay with only wanted one not both…

(Like I said ☺️🙈 this ask sent like fireworks through my mind (love love love your writing!!!) -🦚)

I've had this ask in my askbox for months and oh my god every time I read it I get obsessed. I hadnt answered it yet because I knew I needed to set aside quite a bit of time because I knew this would be so long 😂

Here is the link to the original post so you don't have to search the URL, I'd suggest giving this a quick read for context if you're confused. It's very short but does explain it all :))

Right okay so the general premise is this: you own a farm in the hybrid!au with all sorts of drivers that come along and join. We can do this as a poly type thing or we can do it just as you run a farm and one driver comes along, whatever you guys would like to discuss! I think I'll tag everything with 'farm!au' but then also add 'poly!farm!au' to any posts that involve any sort of poly situation.

All of the stuff discussed by the anon above are just so so so perfect!!!! I'm gonna discuss each idea in a bit more detail each under their own heading and then we can go from there :))

BUNNY!CHARLES AND BUNNY!ARTHUR:

Aw poor little bunnies!! My immediate thought was that maybe their original caretaker/owner had died and they were handed over to whoever their dom has chosen and that was very much the wrong choice. They do try to get along with their new caretaker, of course they do. But bunnies are by far the most high needs of all hybrids, they're social creatures and they need constant attention or else they'll get sad and lonely.

Maybe bunnies need attention from people who are not bunnies as well? They need caretakers who are gentle and attentive and when their new person cannot do that and they start acting out (they can't help it!! They want attention!!), yeah they end up on the side of the road.

I definitely think for these two you wouldnt even get an option. You sort of just walk into the living room and two bunny hybrids are sleeping next to the fireplace.

CAT!MAX:

I love the idea of finding Max outside somewhere like at a farmer's market. I think maybe his dad left him there not to abandon him but to teach him some sort of lesson? Max is just curled up trying to keep quiet and waiting for his dad to decide he's had enough punishment and come fetch him. You manage to convince him to come home with you, promising him that you just want to get him into some nice clean clothes and get a good meal in him and then you'll call his dad for him.

Except well... Max feels so safe with you? He keeps on forgetting himself and purring or gathering blankets. He's never felt this warm and cared for. You offer to let him stay the night and the next morning you're supposed to call his father like you promised but well... Needless to say that never happens.

WOLF!CARLOS AND WOLF!PIERRE:

I feel like these two would have started out as enemies but they were forced to stay together? Like maybe they got separated from the rest of their pack and only had each other. They became much closer and got used to just the two of them. They don't trust anyone else. They manage on their own and are almost feral?

But then one of them gets caught in bear trap. The one not trapped tries to free the other of course but they can't. It's the fear of losing their only person that leads them to come into your yard. Maybe they had seen you quite a few times? Like you live on the boarder of the forest and they often see you walking in your garden and in the forest and you always seem calm, so the one not trapped comes to find you.

You follow him to the other one and help free him. They try to scurry off but the one is too injured. You convince them both to come back with you and let you care for their injuries. And they just never end up leaving?

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Hello my fellow Black People. How y’all feelin’ Good? Good. So I had this idea. As a way to contribute to the celebration of us this month, I thought a little monthly challenge might be fun. Let this be our opportunity to really show each other some support and love. How are we gonna do that? Well I'm glad you asked. I present to you the Black History Reader Challenge, tumblr edition? What that means is for the entire month I want black readers or black reader/writers to challenge themselves to search tags, ask around, check blogs and find some x black reader coded fics to read and leave comments on. That means you will be choosing 5 or 10 (if you really want to challenge yourself)  black writers on this platform to comment on their work, then leave a nice little excerpt about why we should check out the fic. 

Not only are you providing them encouragement and love with the comment you are leaving on their stories, but you are also shedding light on their beautiful works for others to check out. While it’s totally fine to choose your friends and give them a shout out, it’s also cool to find a writer you haven’t read yet and see what they got. The idea here is connection and interaction. Getting to know one another through the lovely stories we tell as black writers here on tumblr. When you’ve gotten your 5 or 10 selections you would like to highlight, please reblog this post and add your findings as an attachment so we can keep a running chain. 

Please see below on how this should look. 

Writers URL:  Title of Work You Read: (make sure you link) But did you leave a comment?  Why do you recommend it?

Here are mine to kick us off. 

Writers URL: @kumkaniudaku

Title of Work You Read: Saints And Sinners

But did you leave a comment? ☑️ 

Why do you recommend it? The Saint and Sinners Series. Yeah y’all know I read it, I mean look at my blog. Crazy about Franklin. This was such a good read I was sad to see it end. I was like no, this can’t be it! The writer really did a good job of writing transitions, and she really conveyed the characters well. The whole time  I felt like it was watching an episode of the TV show. Oh yeah I was totally invested. Franklin was everything in this, and you’ll dig the OC Dorianne also. She fits right in with the dynamic. This was just really fun. I hope we get to see a continuation one day.

-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.

2. Writers URL: @twistedcharismaaa

Title of Work You Read: Contemplating….

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Why do you recommend it? This was very soulful. That’s the best way to describe it. Like sitting and listening to spoken word. This writer took this story and explored it through a third person perspective. So by doing that we were in Lakeith’s head, and seeing things through his eyes. We got to see how he felt, what he saw, it was just a really good read.

-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.

3. Writers URL: @megamindsecretlair

Title of Work You Read: Camp Wanderlust 

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Why do you recommend it? Well, for one I think the concept of doing something pre Snowfall was brilliant, and the fact that we have a camp story that features an all black cast pretty much, that’s awesome because when do you ever see us doing that? Also, if you love Franklin Saint as much as I do, then getting to experience him in that little bubble of safety and innocence is everything. He’s just enjoying his life as a young man, flirting and having a good time. The series has gotten off to a promising start and I can’t wait to see where this writer takes it. 

-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.

4. Writers URL: @notapradagurl7

Title of Work You Read: Could've Been

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Why do you recommend it? I liked this fic for the simple fact I knew it would probably be one of its kind. What do I mean by that? Well with the low amount of Franklin Saint fanfics, Leon fics is like come on now, not a chance. I saw this and it made me happy. It was nice to see Little Leon get some shine too. I have a thing for characters that don’t get much spotlight. Sometimes they are the best ones depending on the genre, but I loved seeing this pop up.

-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.

5. Writers URL: @slippinninque

Title of Work You Read: You Learned To Like Pretty Things Too

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Why do you recommend it? Everyone is on this TCT kick, and I finally got around to reading one after being tagged. I was like okay okay, I can see what the fuss is. Hey I liked Fontaine, the whole crew actually. But this was a nice read because we got to see a softer Fontaine taking care of his girl and just being in the moment. It was sweet. Might have to check out some more Fontaine fics now. Make sure you give it a read! 

-Wide Nose And Wonderful / Mrs. Saint Writes.

Yay! Got my five, but the month is not over so I plan to get another 5. Happy readings everyone! And again happy Black History Month And Always My People!

No pressure Tags: @megamindsecretlair @notapradagurl7 @slippinninque @fairy-cores-world

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young royals fic rec, 36/?

i’m (slowly) working my way through the wilmon tag on ao3 and thought that as i go i might shout out some fics i enjoy along the way! i’ve tagged authors where i knew their tumblr url, but please feel free to tag folks or dm me if you know ones i’ve missed!

see all my rec lists here

1. we are so back by @pysankywrites-updates - In which the final term at Hillerska starts, chaos ensues, and Wilhelm needs more coffee

2. Wilmon Advent Calendar 2023 by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic - When Simon draws his new neighbor's name in this year's Julklapp (=secret santa), he's determined to do something about the sad look in Wilhelm's eyes. It turns out to be a lot easier than Simon anticipated, seeing as his mere presence seems to raise a smile on Wille's face. While helping out another neighbor, the two of them get closer and soon, Simon finds himself falling for Wille (obviously).

3. all for the cause by Elin98 - The one where Wille and Simon end up co-hosting Musikhjälpen 2026, raising money for charity and accidentally falling in love in the process. All for the good cause.

4. all the fear and the fire of the end of the world by @teenietins - a canon divergent follow-up to s1 where we actually get to see simon's storyline and the repercussions from the video (featuring a much needed simon breakdown)

5. third time's the charm by @starvalisedham - When Parliament drops a possibly life-changing announcement, Wilhelm and Simon do an interview to clear up a few misconceptions.

6. you inspire me with your determination and i love you by @allforyoumylovely - Wilhelm tilts his chin, lips beckoning, and Simon meets him in the golden light and long shadows. Simon's mind whispers that the height they’re at right now, this weightless, dreamy altitude, would be fatal if they fell again.

7. Is It Over Now? by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic - It's over. Until Simon decides to release three songs, ten years later. Three songs about Wilhelm. Times have surely changed, but so have they. Both of them struggle with the strong emotions that reappear. Are they just memories? Or are things not quite as over as they thought?