#anyways Moon I am so sorry I love you

[permafrostthesandicewing]

Wow I need to reread Moon Rising, I feel like my dislike of Moon in that book (and the 2nd arc in general) was fueled by my preteen mind not liking bc she had awesome powers?? Like she’s able to read minds and see the future and tiny me was like 🤬🤬NO🤬🤬I don’t LIKE HER because she has COOL POWERS 

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Okay first Automaton au thing in a loooong long while but i want to slowly slooooowly come back a little

Anyways Automaton au Moon is a menace. But so are all my Moons

[b0nelessdoodles]

instead of doing oc-tober i have decided to become deranged

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

I JUST SAW MATPAT IN THEATERS AND IT WAS AWESOME AND I'M SO HAPPY

[camellcat]

AMY POND I LOVE YOU!! I'm so sorry :(

[mythvoiced]

-. FORTUNATELY i'm alive, work's been keeping me busy & tired but i shall see to it that i RETURN~ i opened this text post and realized i've completely forgotten how to be on tumblr, how--

unfortunately for all of us, my brain has been trying to concoct a New Guy, and unfortunately he's gay and annoying? and unfortunately he has such a nasty personality as defense mechanism and unfortunately he can't even be loved into healing because if you're mean to him he's 'hehe i was RIGHT then' and if you're nice to him he's 'don't you fucking try to scam me i'm not stupid' so he's hopeless and my little princess~

[loadsofcats]

Have a feeling that, if more of you read Riders of the purple sage by Zane Grey, you’d be going mad over Lassiter

[springcatalyst]

!!

YES. thank you king let me don my court jester attire

So Milo. You may know him by the times I am insane about him in the tags of unrelated posts. I am now going to do that some more :)

Milo is a character who is just... so impossible. He is inherently conflicting. Everything he is, he is also the opposite. He is his own juxtaposition in nearly every aspect. This pervades fucking everything but I'm going to go more into one in particular: his thematic relationship to the moons.

I'm now realizing this makes me sound like an insane person. You gotta give me the benefit of the doubt.

One more thought before I get into that: Milo is actually most heavily associated with the sun. He's the Sun character, you know. Light and warmth and familiarity and family and safety. He is all of those things, particularly in how he is. Externally. He conjures all of these from the people he interacts with. But there's more to a person than what you see- there's some of that juxtaposition again.

The moons (two of them because it's fantasy how could i resist, even if there didn't have to be two for...lore purposes) have a certain amount of in-universe weight to them. They carry stories that are used however is most convenient for the one telling the story. Milo's problem, for a while, is who is telling the story.

Early on, the moons are... well they feel like a threat. They are eyes on him. They are mocking, soliciting, watching. Aware. Like a friend who's a bad influence trying to get you to do something you know will end poorly. Except he can't just say no and they know it. Hands in his and horns interlocked, they are constant in a way that feels far too visible, at a time when he revolves around remaining hidden.

But then this shift occurs. It takes place so slowly you couldn't tell as it happens, but that threat fades away. They are still constant and watching and knowing, but that eventually stops being as dangerous and starts being more of an understanding. Visibility is still a threat more often than not, but the unrest doesn't come from them, then. It's externalized.

This just means that the way HE thinks about the moons, and with it, the way they're referred to in the story*, undergoes this gradual change. He resents them, early on, turns away from them, doesn't meet their eye, hides from them. They're cruel and he despises their effect on him. And then eventually none of that is true. He no longer resents them, he appreciates their company, their ever-present hand. It never stops feeling like a secret, but he stops hating them, instead accepting their role and with it, his own. The way they are presented goes from being seeped in ugliness and resentment, to being seen with less bias. He looks at the moons, then, how you or I may. They're just moons. It's always a little bit more than that, but he finally can separate the fact from the stories, something he never could do before.

*I mean like. In The Story. Not the in-universe storytelling. lore. bullshit. Like straight up just Writing. Is this comprehensible.

[gothsuguru]

@teddybeartoji @hayakawalove @mossmotif @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

[alphasobek]

So, I was looking through some old shit and got punched in the face

absolutely decked

Totally obliterated by nostalgia when I stumbled onto some old Starfire / Raven content.

I thought to myself: "This has to be a popular ship, Right? It couldn't have just been me. I know the girls both had other primary love interests but when has that ever stopped literally anyone, ever"

To my utter shock and dismay it seems it is somewhat niche pairing????? At least compared to other things I've looked up... Anyway: HOW???? WHY????

It has only been less than a week and I've already gone through almost every one of the 13 curated pages on AO3 - which yes, might be a bit clipped due to tag catering and the myriad of stories I chose to skip over due to specific content. Unless I'm missing something with the ship tag (because AO3 doesn't even seem to have a proper one for the pairing) then I'm already at the limit!

BUT I AM STILL NOT SATISFIED

I grew up with the 2003 show and never really ventured into the comics after the show got cancelled but the bits and pieces I've picked up from both the fiction and various googlings to help understand said fiction have only dug me further into this hole.

Basically:

WHY ARE THESE TAGS ALL BUT DEAD. STOP HAVING THEM BE DEAD!

I swear if I have to write my own goddamn stories I'm gonna scream! ....but I did start writing my own goddamn stories. I've gone and started writing them out of order so they wont be posted like "soon" but my heart, it hurts, please I need more of this stupid bullshit (affectionate)

[knightelf]

i need there to be more people that played fabledom so i can look at more fabledom stuff WHILE im at it has ANYBODY played fae farm yet. these were the only 2 games in the past 2 years i was literally counting down the days till release for and im just like olone with them

[babyhag420]

*taps mic*

can i just get a few things off my chest

[acesabo]

I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in the end of 2023, and I'm still processing.

[sturnsdarling]

are you still awake?

Chris and y/n had a stupid fight, but he refuses to go to bed angry

part two

vibe check: fluffy and suggestive towards the end, softie!chris, mentions of fighting etc, you get the jist bro

900 words

A/N: I LOVE CHRIS he's so fricken cute I wanna pull my hair out. kid said he can't go to bed angry at his brothers and I died. anyways enjoy this blurb of my little angel baby princess

love and cigs, merc

You and Chris were laying back to back in his bedroom, feet tangled in each others at the foot of the bed. The room was completely dark, a light patter of warm LA rain creating the perfect atmosphere in the room for you to slip into a peaceful sleep. You were stretched out in his bed, hugging the cold side of your pillow as you dozed off, having had a long and stressful day, all you wanted to do was sleep.

Chris on the other hand, was wide awake. He had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to quiet his mind. Earlier that day, you guys had a stupid argument that was so pointless you didn't even remember how it started. After a back and forth of who's right and who's wrong, you took off in a huff and told Chris you were going to bed, because you couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore. In the moment, he didn't care, angry enough to let you fall asleep by yourself.

But that was earlier, and after he crawled into bed, the sight of you peacefully tucked up in his sheets stripped him of any lingering anger, and all he wanted was to make sure that you were okay.

"baby" Chris whispered, turning to place a gentle hand on the side of your shoulder.

you didn't respond, only hugged the pillow tighter with a soft groan.

"baby" he repeated, "are you still awake?"

you groaned slightly, face smushed against your pillow as your eyes fluttered, "I am now, Chris"

Chris' arm gently wrapped around your waist and he peppered soft kisses on your bare shoulder, "I can't sleep after what happened earlier" he said softly.

"what are you talking about?" you sighed, turning round to face him, desperately trying to pry your eyes open.

He hovered over you, brushing your bed tangled hair from your face, "I can't go to sleep if I know we're not okay"

A long exhale left your nose as you rolled your eyes slightly, "we're fine, Chris, please go to sleep" you said, attempting to turn back to your comfortable position.

Chris couldn't accept that, he pulled you by the shoulder back over to face him, "what if tonight is the night one of us dies in our sleep? d'you really want to have to go on knowing that our last conversation was a fight?"

You tiredly chuckled, "you're ridiculous" you said, rolling your eyes slightly as a smile crept its way onto your face.

" m'serious, baby, I can't sleep knowing we're not good" he whined slightly, "m'sorry for everything I said, y'know I didn't mean it"

Your hand found his face in the dark, the light from the moon illuminating his soft features slightly as it crept its way through his blinds. An uncontrollable smile lingered on your lips as he pushed his cheek further into your touch.

"I'm sorry too, my love, it was stupid"

Chris grinned and lowered his lips to yours, pressing a soft and tender kiss over them, his hand hooked round your jaw. He broke the kiss gently, rubbing a caring thumb over your cheek as he did.

"can I go back to sleep now?" you muttered, your tiredness creeping back up on you.

"yes, baby, go to sleep, I love you" Chris replied, shifting so he was tucked behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him so tight you'd think he was afraid you'd slip away

"I love you more" you said with a sleepy groan, nestling yourself back into him, his frame engulfing you in a comfortable warmth.

"not possible" he whispered, pressing a loving kiss onto your shoulder.

You let out a tired hum at his words, pushing back into him even more as your legs intertwined with his. The feeling of your skin against his, your nearly bare ass pressing back into him and the sound of your sleepy whines all going straight to his crotch. The blood in his body started to rush downwards, and he found himself absentmindedly grinding his hips against the soft flesh of your ass.

His movements brought you back out of your approaching slumber and you instinctively pushed back against his now painfully hard length, the feeling of his hard cock making you giggle slightly.

"Really, Chris? now?" you whispered

Chris groaned slightly, grinding into you harder, "I cant help it, baby, y'know how I get after our post fight make up convos" he whined, referring to how every time you guys would fight and make up, you telling him that you loved him and that everything was okay just did something to him.

You brought your hand up behind you and raked it through his long curls, tugging at the root slightly as you massaged his scalp, giving in and grinding your ass back against his movements

The sensation made Chris whimper, and he began to nip and suck at your neck, "s'that a yes?" he said, still grinding into you

you chuckled, moving your hand down to palm him over his boxers, "yes, Chris, but you're doing all the work" your words muffled by your pillow.

Chris' hips bucked up into your hand, a boyish excitement filling his brain "s'fine by me, baby, you don't have to move at all, I jus wanna put it in for a lil, need t'feel you around me"

A/N: smutty part two? lmk

taglist: @sturniozalt @mattslolita @shaquilles-0atmeal @blahbel668 @sleepysturniolo @le4hsblog 

[kaaaaaaarf]

So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.

Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)

Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.

Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster.  Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?"  …I'm a what now? 

"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to  follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute."  Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back.  Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that.  Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!"  James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is.  Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?”  Human flesh.  “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.

[misskamelie]

Each day I walk close to the line of doxxing myself for the sake of meeting up with mutuals who are probably (kinda) nearby