#and the vibes will all be The Whimsy™️

[whatsfourteenupto]

This isn’t what Fourteen’s up to and it’s no cute or funny quip, I just want to say. Damn I love Thirteen.

[pinespittinink]

🌿 pinespittinink reintro 🌿

hello and welcome to my blog 💌 i'm easing myself back into writeblr and hope to meet some new people and continue to vibe as i always have on here. this is not my main blog, so while i may follow you, it won't be from this account. i don't follow or engage with minors; all my work is adult and queernorm unless otherwise indicated.

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a little bit about me: catherine ~ she/her ~ capricorn ~ pan & poly ~ 28 ~ 18+ only

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i've been around here sporadically since 2018 and always tend to come home; i like prompts and ask games and tags and fun things. i write love stories in sci-fi and fantasy settings, and i'm working towards traditional publishing always. currently i'm querying my adult fantasy standalone, The Great Glavenisean Theater (The Night Circus x House of Leaves). i enjoy writing nsfw content, lush scene setting, and detailed emotional headspaces.

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🖋 my wips 🖋

the great glavenisean theater 🎭 {wip intro} {general tag} spec fic/fantasy standalone. a tailor goes to the big city and gets swept up by a phantasmagorical theater with an interdimensional portal in the stage, gets a crush on a cute guy working the rigging, and maybe starts to lose his mind as shit gets Weird™️

in the deep of the trees 🍃 {wip intro} {general tag} high fantasy, romantic subplot, standalone. (bi4bi otp). a social-climber uses subterfuge, blackmail, and murder to achieve his ambitions, and the court eccentric that he's in love with gets weirder and weirder when a new discovery is brought back by an exploration team.

star white 🌟 {wip intro} {general tag} romantic space fantasy, standalone. (gay otp) one man searches for the love of his life after he's been abducted by sentient dark matter, and spends millions of years travelling through space with a semi-organic AI ship.

solene's verse 🌊 epic fantasy, duology. (t4t otp) a young self-taught wizard makes a ton of bad decisions, as a group of ragtag youths from the cesspit of the world try to rescue the elder brother of one of their own from a tower of cultists.

the revenant (working title) dark fantasy, duology(???? who knows). a one-woman-war-machine who cannot die fights alongside her childhood best friend and lover and their loyal band of vagabonds to bring down the corrupt royalty desecrating their kingdom

the wasteland (working title) weird spec fic/dark fantasy, novella. a lousy hot-tempered fire elemental and a shitty light necromancer embark on the world's worst walking roadtrip to a castle on the wasteland falling away at their feet.

[odyssey solomon's wip - mad max fury road x the road x the locked tomb, post-apocalyptic fantasy. father and son against the world plus a weird shapeshifting bitch]

[gentle poly cathedral wip - romantic fantasy, novella. gargoyles and psalms and stained glass, my beloveds]

[soft poly space wip - romantic sci-fi, duology. androids and black holes and librarians, oh my!]

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🎐tag guide🎐

my writing 🌸 my edits  🌸 my poetry 🌸 sap spill 🌸 {original text posts, not always writing related} uwu romance 🌸 {umbrella tag for everything love and romance related} trope talk🌸 {umbrella tag. overlaps often with uwu romance} character work🌸 {what it says on the tin} compilations🌸 {tumblr web weaving posts} i live here🌸 {stuff i jive with on a molecular level}

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[ Romantic and indulgent prose full of filigree, worlds full of whimsy, mystery and a hint of danger, a core of tenderness rooted at the heart of every story. Your writing is always penned in the manner of a love letter not just to the craft or even as an ode to romance but to the subject of love in itself. ] – @aninkwellofnectar​ 🌹

“for whom / and to whom all this love, / all this light falling.” 

–@ragewrites, Film Still, for pinespittinink. 

[theshippirate22]

careful what you wish for @grimmfitzz because i have been vibrating wanting to rant all day and now i’ve been given permission so it’s comin’! here we go yall

THE RANT

listen. i am an Alice in Wonderland person. that is my thing. i love everything from the novel. i love the merch. i was Alice at least four halloweens when I was little. picture the thing you love the most of all the things and multiply it by ten and that is how I feel about Alice in Wonderland.

SO YOU CAN IMAGINE THE GRAVITY WHEN I TELL YOU I HATE DISNEY ALICE IN WONDERLAND

let me tell you why.

starting off with the animated 1951 version, i personally don’t like that they focused so much on like. giving it a plot. like in the original nothing bad happens, she just is trying to get home and keeps getting stopped by these eccentric little people (she does get chased by the jabberwocky in Through the Looking Glass but that’s like the not even part of this movie so it doesn’t count.) like part of the whimsy of the original novel is that it’s just like her meeting all these silly little people on her way home and there’s a whole bunch in the 1951 that’s like put there specifically to move the plot along. which i get, for what they’re trying to do like i do understand it’s an animated movie for children but like. come on guys you defeated the whole purpose.

Now, as for the 2010 Tim Burton version, I love the aesthetic and the vibe, and even the story and I wholeheartedly believe that that version of Alice did more for feminism than all of the you-can-tell-i’m-a-strong-female-character-because-i-don’t-have-a-love-interest bullshit disney’s been doing the past five ish years combined. however, it’s like. not Alice in Wonderland. like it fits in the same category in my head as a really well done fanfiction because yes, its Alice in Wonderland characters but no it’s not Alice in Wonderland.

But of course, my biggest, nastiest critique of both versions is (*deep breath*) the goddamn Queen of Hearts.

If you know like anything about like Alice in Wonderland *lore* you know that the story is like… not an allegory per se but basically it’s supposed to exaggerate how children are sometimes treated by adults.

Like asking stupid questions (the caterpillar) or talking in circles about nonsensical things (the hatter) or giving conflicting or unhelpful directions (the cheshire cat) or telling dark/pointless stories (tweedledee abd tweedledum)

Which brings me to the Queen of Hearts.

Both Disney versions depict my beloved Queen as the main antagonist- the Bad Guy™️ if you will- but the problem is that in Lewis Carroll’s novel, she actually isn’t. The antagonist is the jabberwocky, which is a personification of Fear. The Queen of Hearts is just another crazy adult who says things that Alice doesn’t like. If we want to interpret the character into Alice’s real life, she might be a strict teacher who hands out punishments too generously (off with their heads!) or a governess who is set on dictating every single instant of her life. It’s an exaggeration! The Queen of Hearts is NOT the Bad Guy™️!!!!

ahem anyway that drives me actually bonkers if you can’t tell and i know it’s not that important but i wanted to say something anyway lmao so there you go

(if you are looking for a good Alice in Wonderland adaptation try the 1985 made-for-tv one! It’s like three hours long and it’s so fun and cute and there’s a bunch of old celebrity cameos! Details here)

[pwurrz]

nu carnival boys as cats based purely on vibes with some pictures

eiden is just your average tabby cat but that’s ok, there’s nothing wrong with a good ol fashioned tabby. pretty talkative and has a loud purr. he’s also pretty good at a lot of different things and you wonder where this fairly young cat learned to ice fish like a champ. everyone else seems to love him to a certain degree. some of the cats almost never leave his side and some of the more emotionally constipated cats stare at him with envy but you can bet he’ll bring out a side of a cat you’ve never seen before. that’s just another one of his amazing skills.

yakumo is an oriental shorthair. big ears, pretty angular face, expressive eyes. he’s not fluffy at all but that’s ok because he’s soft. is very shy and hesitant to let people pet him so you never know how soft he is until 3 months after you meet him and he randomly decides to rub against your leg. (he’s actually a serpent disguised as a cat but that doesn’t matter because you’ll never see him as a snake anyways)

edmond is a pretty long haired cat with pretty blue eyes. you think of a pretty cat and whatever pops into your head, that’s edmond. tail isn’t overly fluffy but it still has some floof to it. very soft and well groomed. you mention that you’re impressed and he preens for the rest of the day.

olivine is a ragdoll. big, soft, squishy, perfect tummy to bury your face into after a long hard day. pretty chill and likes to go with the flow. very good babysitter. extra fluffy chest so when he’s frazzled he can kinda look like a lion. is very nice to all of the other cats and can be seen cuddling and grooming them from time to time.

kuya is.. also some pretty long haired cat except you can’t tell what breed he is. you’re not even sure if you’ve seen a cat like this before. it’s useless to ask him, because he would not answer you even if he could. because it doesn’t matter, because he’s not actually a cat. he’s a fox. tail is fluffier than edmond’s and that’s to help confuse you with his prettiness and whimsy.

quincy is a huge fluffy cat. always sleeping and it’s a little concerning even for a cat. you think he’s fluffy and he is, a little bit, i mean his fur is nice and soft but his size is mostly made up of muscle. doesn’t take that great of care of his fur because it’s troublesome but he never looks bad. (that’s because topper and yakumo help groom him lmao)

garu and karu are.. just cats. like the epitome of cat™️. you don’t know what breed they are. if you had to guess you’d say domestic shorthair but that’s not really a breed. you found them dirty and hungry behind a dumpster and took them home because how could you not??? they love to eat but that’s ok because they also love to play and go outside and be active. garu is very good on a leash but karu hates the leash. it’s ok because he proves to you that he’s not gonna run off, unlike some cats. they always smell distinctly like wet cat but they make up for it by being so loveable (garu) and loyal (karu)

blade is um. is blade even a cat?? i mean you’ve heard of the myth that cats have nine lives but that’s cat seems to live through them all everyday and he always springs back like everything’s fine. on top of that he’s the most impressive jumper you’ve ever seen. decently fluffy cat, very pale blue eyes and sharp teeth like a kitten’s. he reminds you a lot of a kitten, actually. very innocent and playful and gets along with everybody.

dante is an asshole cat. he’s a pretty asshole, with long fur in the most unique colour, but he is still an asshole. you may look at him and enjoy his beauty, but do not think about touching him with your filthy hands and he will hiss and spend the rest of the day pouting. you want to believe he’s not an asshole because you can see the potential to be nice deep, deep down inside of him but then he swats your hand while you’re trying to give him expensive treats because those are the only ones he’ll eat and you give up hope. it’s a good thing he’s pretty.

[echojulietfoxtrot]

IMHO, because they didn't give any actual thought as to why an action was valuable in the first case, so they don't understand why it isn't also in the second. They think just mindlessly repeating the behavior is in itself useful. Kind of like thinking "If jumping out a second floor window saved my life during a fire, jumping out windows all the time will help me live forever!"

Trying to boycott or frustrate external advertisers is good, because it makes it harder for them to get their greasy tentacles into stuff like content policy.

It is not good in the context of something like this, or Blazing, which could support the platform towards being self sufficient and therefore independent.

In this case, trying to do the same thing in both contexts is working towards opposite ends.

It's been said before, but - somebody has to pay for Tumblr to stay up. It's a question of who and how, and trying to steer towards the least worst option, not just trying to wish reality away. Either it's optional merch, whimsy and goofy non obligatory paid features, or it's being 100% dependent on how The Brands™️ feel about the posts showing up above and below their ads.

Sorry about the Capitalism, but an international blogging and social media platform cannot run on vibes forever. This stuff is fine, painless, and the Color Of The Sky bottle looks good as hell.

Keychains are becoming pretty popular so I decided to take another look at our original line of keychains.

I've restocked the Does Tumblr Still Exist Keychain and was able to get the price down to $6 (from $10).

The Tumblr Wormhole Keychain wasn't as popular so I'm going to discontinue it and put the remaining inventory on sale for $4.

[likedovesinthewnd]

Fireworks

Summary: Hopper has been missing some fun in his life. Between work and parenting El, he can’t seem to catch a break. You decide to drag him to the fair for a good time because what’s more fun than the fair!

A/N: So this happened today lol. I was inspired by The Rollercoaster Scene™️ from the movie Fear and just the overall summery vibes of the Fun Fair from Stranger Things- Season 3. It’s a short thirsty little drabble. Hope y’all like it! Feedback is gold so don’t forget to drop me a line and reblog, my bb’s!

Word Count: 1,250

Warnings: Self-indulgent smut, vaginal fingering to orgasm, some dirty talk for healthy measure, and enough fluff to make your teeth rot.

Hopper dragged his feet behind you, holding the giant stuffed Garfield he’d won you moments before, his annoyance present in the scowling expression on his face. The Fun Fair had been your idea, had it been up to him you’d have spent another night indoors eating chips and salsa on the couch. Most days that was more than enough for you— hell, anytime around that big bear of a man was enough for you— but you’d noticed how grouchy he’d become as of late. The stressors that came with parenting a budding teenager were getting the best of him and it showed. So when you heard him reluctantly agree to let El go to the fair, your ears perked up, the idea manifesting itself in your busy mind. Hopper was finally going to get off his beloved recliner and out of the cabin for a promising night of fun, whether he liked it or not.

The balmy breeze was perfumed with the scent of sweet confections while the sounds of carnival music and happy children carried through the air. You walked hand in hand with Hopper and Garfield, suddenly feeling a lighthearted sentiment sweep over you. The fair always had a nostalgic romance about it, you couldn’t quite pin if it was the brightly lit neon or the adrenaline rush from The Gravitron. Maybe it was both or maybe the heat and sugar were getting to you and it was all in your head.

Part of you always came alive in the summer, as if that youthful whimsy laid dormant until the nights got longer and the sun kissed your skin golden. That same fire burned bright whenever you were around Hopper, you felt blissfully alive and in love. You squeezed his hand a little tighter in yours, looking up at him with pure adoration in your eyes. The grumpy scowl on his face smoothed into a dopey smile, returning your affection and making your heart swell ten times its size.

“So what’s next, baby?” He asked, playfully twirling you around and catching you in an embrace.

The sweet melody of your laughter was like a soothing balm to his insurmountable woes, making him forget he had any at all.

“Hmm...” you pondered, taking in your surroundings to see if anything caught your eye.

“How ‘bout the Ferris wheel?”

“Nope, I’m way too scared of heights,” you fretted, shaking your head at the mere thought.

“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while,” he smoothly coaxed, the sound of his deep velvet tone aiding in his persuasion.

His cocksure smirk should have warned you that he was up to no good. Yet you found yourself walking toward the dreadful ride against your own volition. Hopper and that damn voice of his had you completely under their spell. It didn’t help that the words coming out of his mouth were deliciously filthy. Promises of his hands delivering you to the heights your body craved leaving your mouth dry and cunt unbearably wet.

“Two tickets,” the teenaged attendant droned monotonously, not bothering to spare a glance your way as you boarded the ride.

You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach as the bar was lowered over your lap, gripping onto the flimsy metal like your life depended on it.

“Baby, just relax,” Hopper whispered in your ear as the wheel began to move, resting his hand over your thigh.

You let yourself indulge in the warmth of his touch, breathing in deeply as you were propelled higher up into the sky. Before long, his hand had worked its way up higher as well, modesty long forgotten when it slipped past the hem of your skirt and nestled itself between your thighs. The air was cooler the closer you got to the top, but your body felt like it was engulfed in flames. You were euphorically drunk, completely high off the suspense and excitement.

“Open up those pretty legs for me,” he lured you like willful prey, catching the shell of your ear between his lips.

With what little room there was, you obliged and spread your thighs enough for him to graze you through your panties. The lecherous look on his face as you writhed beneath his kindling touch was enough to make you whimper pathetically into the night air.

“Please touch me, Hopper,” you wantonly begged, bringing your hand over his, urging him to keep his devious promises to you.

You moved in tandem, setting a brutal rhythm as his thick digits buried themselves between your slick folds, you hand clasped firmly over his to guide him even deeper. You bit down on your lip to trap the onslaught of moans on the cusp of exposing you both, an effort that only spurred Hopper on with more determination to make you break.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Don’t you want everyone down there to hear how good I make you feel when I’m knuckles deep in your pussy?”

His lewd words had your teeth baring down harder, a rogue moan slipping past your lips when his thumb brushed against your clit, sending you into a frenzy of stimulation. Right as you felt the waves pleasure cresting within you, the Ferris wheel came to a sudden halt and you regrettably realized you’d reached the top. Hopper sensed the abrupt dread come over you, threatening to ruin a good time— and he just couldn’t have that, not with how close you were to cumming around his fingers.

“Don’t look down, baby. Just look up at the sky.”

His darkened eyes motioned upward toward the explosion of color that painted the dark sky in red, white and blue. The 4th of July fireworks had never looked more beautiful from your vantage point.

You gasped loudly, your head falling back as Hopper continued to deliver you closer to your climax. The fireworks were deafening and concealed every licentious moan, every pained cry as your body tensed and fluttered around his well-practiced fingers.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” he growled, his mouth attacking the sweet spot behind your ear, greedily lapping at your racing pulse.

You felt as though you’d stopped breathing, your senses numb to the world around you as you came down from your high. He’d slipped his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to lavish and taste you, a sight that never failed to spark your arousal all over again.

Much to your chagrin, the Ferris wheel began to move right as you’d placed a careful hand over his clothed erection, ready and eager to return the favor.

“Sorry, Hop,” you apologized.

He turned to you with a little smirk before pulling you close and kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t be, this is the best night I’ve had in a long time. I wanted to give you something to show my thanks.”

And just like that, he had made this the best night in a long time for you as well. Your heart felt like it could explode from the candor of his words. Funny how a man who was so bad at using them could also execute them so well when he tried.

“Well,” you began, carefully stepping off the ride and back into he chaos of the fair. “Garfield and I are still game to make your night even better.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

“You’ll have to find me in the fun house if you want to find out...”