#ari 🖤

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Hey Laur <3 How are you? I miss our shenanigans about your OCs.

I saw a post about a 'Ship Ask Game - The Basics' and was wondering if you still take asks for Lucy and Tommy. I was curious to know about:

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

(Also, I'm curious about n. 9 for Rose x Raymond, your OCs from In Time. I know it's a lot, so please choose whichever is more interesting for you <3)

Thank you for the ask, Ari! 🖤

Lucy Winters in my OC from my current series, Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined. Rose Mason is my OC from my series, The Shackles of Broken Time.

Lucy Winters x Tommy Shelby

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Dislike may be a strong word, but Tommy can get upset by how adamant Lucy is at not rocking the boat when it comes to some of his family's treatment towards her. There have been times when she hasn't told him that someone said something nasty to her that hurt her feelings, and it distresses him because he wants to be able to defend her from them. He understands and appreciates that she doesn't want to negatively effect his relationship with his family, but at the same time it hurts him to see her sad and he wishes that she would be more willing to defend herself sometimes (or at least to let him defend her if she isn't willing to do it herself).

Tommy's lack of self care drives Lucy nuts sometimes. She already worries about him a lot, would it kill him to consume more than just sprigs of mint and whiskey, for once?

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Lucy loves to steal his white Henleys to sleep in:

They're warm and cuddly and smell like him and because she's so tiny they basically fit her like a nightgown. He pretends to be grumpy about her stealing his clothes but really he loves seeing her in them 🤭. He will also wrap his overcoat around her shoulders when she's cold.

Unfortunately her clothes are mostly too small to fit him, but they do occasionally share things like ties and cufflinks.

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

They're pretty evenly matched, with each of them having their own specialties. Tommy's really good at cooking up most meats, and Lucy's really good at making soups. Neither of them is particular adept at baking, but Lucy can at least make some of the basics like cookies and brownies.

They love cooking together, and often when the other is stressed or sad about something, they will cook them something warm and comforting to try to help cheer them up. Lucy has found that one of the ways she can get Tommy to eat a little more than just a few nibbles of something is by cooking it for him herself.

Rose Mason x Raymond Leon

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They're both reckless and have a tendency to charge into situations without properly communicating with the other. Both of them get irritated by it, especially Rose, because they are supposed to be a team and who can she help him when he won't tell her what he's doing?

Ship Ask Game - The Basics

Send me an ask

[call-sign-shark]

Aaahh the psychedelic vibes + sharks? This is a banger. Thank you sm honey ✨🖤

More colorsss

[call-sign-shark]

You are a cute lil loaf <3

Always here to support us and makes us going forward!

Aww, glad to be the emotional support one! Even though Lee @zablife named me as both Creature and Orange. Does that mean I’m slightly creepy, fully chaotic but still friend shape? 😬

Thank you smol Ari.

Which cat am I?

[heechwe]

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞ + action 14 + location 1 <33

Jake is a very giving individual, you would say. He buys you flowers regularly, always asks if you need anything on his way out somewhere, and never leaves a room you're in without planting a kiss somewhere on your skin.

In the bedroom, none of that changes.

Coming down from your second orgasm, you're more than ready to tap out. Sweat covers your skin from the buildup and subsequent releases your body has gone through in the past hour.

Fortunately or unfortunately, whichever way you look at it, your boyfriend has no intentions of stopping now.

"Jaeyun," you plead, "I can't go on for much longer."

He smirks down at you, your tits and cunt on full display above the covers. He adores every piece of you, marking and loving each space of your skin to ruins until you were asking him to stop. Sure, your words told him that you were done but every inch of your body begs otherwise.

He chalks it up to the oversensitivity flooding your brain, egging on your insistence to quit now. But when he gets going, he knows you'll tug on his hair and praise him to no end until you're about to come again.

"Baby," he starts, "I'm going to fuck you until your legs shake. And seeing as they're still holding themselves up," Jake accentuates his words with a loving hand gliding across your thigh, "that means I still have a lot of work to do."

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hey quick question does it still count as hinadam if it's izuru? lmao

[mischievouslittlecreature]

@lunarubra SAME. They just are two cats--one grumpy, one sunshine--stuck into human bodies 🤭

[the-fire-within0]

Libra in Mars

I remember having someone I knew personally getting the "ick" from my Libra being in my Mars. Never understood why. I know it's considered in detriment and not the ideal placement for Libra, but being mocked for it never made sense to me.

From my understanding, for anyone with the same placement, the reason Libra is considered in detriment is that Libra's ruler is Venus, while Mars rules Aries and Scorpio. When Mars is in Libra, it doesn't flow as naturally compared to its complementary counterparts.

People with Libra in Mars often struggle with asserting themselves, preferring to avoid conflict and relying on others' opinions or assistance rather than their own independent drive. This tendency can lead to scattered energy, a lack of follow-through, and misdirection, as well as possible procrastination.

Don't think that's the be-all end-all or that it means it's a "curse." We don't want that kind of black-and-white thinking when we're talking about astrology here.

For the positives, Libra in Mars tend to be very justice-ridden. They prefer equality, balance, diplomacy, and fairness. They might also love the idea of collaborating with another person who share the same common goals. They're not too fond of the idea of direct confrontation, however would prefer to resolve conflicts through discussion and compromise, using tact and diplomacy to maintain harmony. They'll do a lot of thinking before settling on something.

Much of their motivation and energy could stem from appreciation for beauty, a sense of fairness, and the pursuit of balanced relationships. They may direct their energy towards artistic pursuits, creating something beautiful, and advocating for justice.

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[mischievouslittlecreature]

@lunarubra This chapter was a delight, Ari! I'm so excited to see more of Cillian and Jiyan!

Their time spent in Venice, and Cillian getting to meet her family, all seem so lovely. There's something so wonderfully domestic to how you describe them and their interactions, and I absolutely adore how open minded Cillian is to everything Jiyan introduces him to.

And the way that Cillian thinks about her...ahhhh it's so tender and loving! She sounds like the most beautiful woman on earth! 😍

The sex scene was so hot! And then hilarious when her grandmother interrupted them 😂. Poor dears, though her grandma seemed to take it quite well! 🤭

Absolutely loved this chapter, darling! I'm so glad that you're posting again! 🖤🖤🖤

Hi :) This is the first chapter of the second part! I’ll be publishing more regularly this time since everything is already written.

Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan)

Summary: In this AU set during the summer of 2010, Cillian has just wrapped up the final Inception premieres. Now, he and Jiyan are traveling through Italy, seeking some peaceful downtime together.

Warning: Fluff and Smut.

Words: 2985

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Chapter 1

Waking up beside Jiyan had quickly become one of Cillian's favourite moments in recent months, mainly because it was a rare treat. While he loved sleeping in and savouring the peace of lying in bed, Jiyan’s internal clock seemed to be synced with the sun. She would always wake up without an alarm at what, in his opinion, were ungodly early hours. So when he would wake up, she would already have been awake for a couple of hours, being around the house and or heading out for a morning walk enjoying the fresh early hours. 

So a smile naturally spread across his face, when he woke up and felt the comforting warmth of her still nestled against him. He glanced lovingly at the woman still sound asleep in his arms, enjoying the rare chance to share this quiet moment with her.

They were staying at her grandmother’s house in Venice, which felt like a little escape into magic. Her grandmother, almost 80 but still fiercely independent, had gone to visit a friend in the mountains for nearly a month. Jiyan had asked if they could house-sit, and her grandmother had happily agreed. The apartment spanned two floors—a rarity in Venice—and was tucked along one of the smaller canals in the older part of the city. It was the perfect, peaceful way to experience the beauty ofVenice, and Cillian found it all the more enchanting with Jiyan showing him around.

They fell into a gentle rhythm together, taking things slow and easy. In the mornings, Cillian would make coffee, and Jiyan showed him how to use a Moka pot to make it the Italian way, though she still preferred her tea. Wandering through Venice with her, especially steering clear of the busy tourist spots, brought him a deep sense of calm. He loved just walking, hearing nothing but the gentle splash of waves against the canals, breathing in the salty air, and catching bits of the locals’ quiet conversations.

Exploring the city with a local opened up a whole new side of Venice. There were no cars, only boats sliding by in the canals. Whole shops of fruits and vegetables floated along the waterways, and even the mail came by boat. The absence of city noise and smog felt like a relief, making it easy to let go of the usual bustle of city life. He laughed at how easily he got lost without Jiyan to guide him—the narrow streets and winding alleys were beautiful, a maze he’d never figure out alone. Venice was vibrant and peaceful all at once, and it felt like a little world all to themselves.

They had arrived in Venice after the Inception premiere in Paris, choosing to take the train. “How do you expect to drive through canals, Cill?” Jiyan had teased him. Since then, their days had been a blur of relaxation, art exhibitions, and long evening walks. For such a small city, Venice was rich in artistic culture, and they explored live music events and galleries whenever they could.

Their favourite activity was exploring the city’s second-hand markets, where it felt like time had stopped. These markets held books, vinyl records, and treasures from decades—sometimes even centuries—past. Jiyan loved telling him how, for centuries, Venice had been one of the world’s most important trade hubs, and that if something could be found anywhere, a copy was almost certainly in Venice too. Cillian treasured this time with her, where it was just about them, getting lost in the moment—whether they were discussing a novel or debating the significance of a book they’d found.

They also often went to open-air cinemas around the city, a tradition Cillian found as magical as it was unbelievable. In Venice, theatres and cinemas weren’t just on land but also on the water. Open-air theatres would have audiences seated in boats, floating along in small gondolas or flatboats as they watched the performance. The open-air cinema worked the same way. They would take Jiyan’s family boat, pack snacks and drinks, and head to where the movie was projected, watching it from their boat. It felt like a Venetian version of an American drive-in, but far more enchanting, with the shimmering water beneath them and the timeless beauty of Venice all around.

One night, as they settled into the boat, the lanterns strung along the canals cast a soft glow on the water, making everything feel dreamlike. Cillian leaned back, gazing at Jiyan as she carefully poured wine into two glasses, her face illuminated in the soft light.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asked, but in truth, it didn’t matter. He was just as captivated by the moment as he would be by any film.

“A classic,” she said with a smile, handing him a glass. “One of those films that feels like a lullaby. But tonight, it’s more about being here, isn’t it?”

He nodded, taking a sip and feeling the warmth spread through him. “I could sit here and do nothing but look at the lights reflected on the water, and I’d still think it was perfect.” He reached for her hand, feeling the gentle sway of the boat beneath them, their little world floating in the heart of Venice.

As the movie began to flicker on the large screen ahead of them, they settled back, surrounded by other boats and quiet whispers. Occasionally, a ripple would pass through the water as a gondola drifted by, casting gentle waves that rocked their boat. Every so often, he’d glance at her, catching her in deep concentration or with a slight smile playing on her lips, absorbed in the story. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude—for her, for this moment, for the small rituals they’d made their own in this extraordinary city.

Halfway through the film, she leaned over and whispered, “You know, my grandfather used to do this with my grandmother. He’d take her out in this very boat to see these films.”

He felt a rush of tenderness, picturing them here, decades before, floating together under the stars just as he and Jiyan were now. This connection to her family—past and present—felt like an unspoken bond, linking him to their stories, traditions, and memories.

In just a few days, he’d meet Jiyan’s grandmother when she returned from her trip, and soon after, they’d spend their last days in Trieste, at her mother’s home. Her brother, Mikael, and her mother, Solin, had already come by a few times, though their visits were brief. They were eager to catch up with Jiyan after months apart—and, of course, to meet him.

Staying with her family was a mix of beauty, comfort, and a bit of strangeness for him. It was beautiful because he could feel how deeply they loved each other. He saw it in Solin’s proud eyes when she watched her children teasing one another, or when Jiyan spoke passionately about her research at the university. Jiyan and her mother shared an intellectual connection that left him in awe. Most of the time, when she talked to him about her work, he would sit there looking like a baffled fish, fully aware of how important her research was but not quite able to grasp half of it.

It was also comfortable because, even though they were mostly there for Jiyan, they were genuinely curious about him too. They didn’t know him as an actor, which he found refreshing. In fact, he was fairly certain it had been over 20 years since Solin had watched TV or seen a movie. They didn’t care much about his film projects, but they were fascinated by his work in theatre and his travels. Solin, a passionate reader, spent many afternoons with him, sipping tea and discussing their favourite novels, a pastime that led to endless teasing from Jiyan and Mika.

Still, it was a bit strange. He had never felt more out of his depth, more aware of his own ignorance and narrow perspective. It wasn’t just that Jiyan and Solin were both academics who worked at universities; it was the effortless way they—and Mika, too—would slip between multiple languages during conversation. They would start in English to include him, then switch to Italian or Kurdish without even noticing. It was so natural for them, but it made him feel oddly basic, limited to just English and Irish. He almost wanted to call his mum and apologise for all the times she’d tried to teach him French without success.

They weren’t intentionally excluding him, and they always apologise when they realised they’d switched languages, quickly translating whatever had been said. Still, if he were honest, he felt incredibly lucky to experience such a rich blend of languages and cultures firsthand.

His thoughts were interrupted when Jiyan stirred beside him, mumbling something in her sleep. Smiling, he turned slightly and began to leave gentle butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, slowly making his way to that spot that always made her squirm. Her hand moved instinctively toward him, and he couldn’t help but smile at the simple sweetness of the moment.

She still had on his shirt from the previous night, the buttons mismatched. They had returned home late after an exhilarating time at the concert, both drenched in sweat from their dancing and filled with the buzzing energy that only a live music session could provide. It didn't take them long to undress - his clothes falling off and her summer dress being discarded quickly - before he showed her just how deeply he loved her. She had teased him throughout the entire night, her carefree dancing in that dress driving him wild. Later, after they were both exhausted and satisfied, she slipped on his shirt and they cuddled up together, drifting off into sleep almost instantly.

Her skin seemed to tan almost immediately under the radiant Italian sun, while he had to protect himself from turning into a ripe tomato if he didn't want to be burned. She basked in the sunlight, allowing her already olive complexion to deepen and glow. It was as if the summer season itself made her radiate with beauty and intensified any allure she already possessed. He found it nearly impossible to leave her alone or not touching her for even a moment.

As he continued to kiss her neck, Jiyan began to stir more, her eyes fluttering open. She turned to face him, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the golden flecks in her eyes, making them shine like amber.

Jiyan stretched languidly, the shirt riding up to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her thigh. He couldn't resist running his hand along the smooth skin, marvelling at how soft it felt beneath his touch.

“S’fuckin’ sexy,” he murmurs, meeting her eyes again. “You in my clothes.” His hands span her waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles against the soft fabric, warming her skin beneath.

She giggled and playfully swatted his hand away. "What time is it?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow.

“I don’t know, but there is enough time for this,” he said, stealing a kiss, distracting her completely. 

The kiss was hard and deep and messy, waking her up and getting rid of the last traces of sleep. And god, he was so good at this. They were so good together. She thought she could probably spend hours just kissing him and be totally content.

Jiyan melted into him, her body instinctively pressing closer to his. The world outside their little bubble ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other once again. His hand traced the curve of her waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shirt of his that she was wearing. She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Jiyan's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough. He revelled in the taste of her, the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body against his. It was intoxicating, addictive.

He broke away from the kiss and hurriedly took off that last layer tha was still covering her, letting out a breath as she layed naked in front of him, nipples high up in the air. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, throat bobbing as he crawled down, bowing his head and kissing the inside of her thigh, licking a tortuously slow line up her centre with the flat of his tongue. 

“Fuck, Cill!” Jiyan screeched, her hips involuntarily moved, bringing her pussy further against his hungry mouth. 

Cillian sucked her clit into his mouth, humming against her and the vibration sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine. Another groan escaped her lips and her fingers tangled in his hair. Her vision started to blur while he worked her with his tongue, alternately swirling and flicking against her folds and nerves. She watched him beneath lowered lashes, the pupils of his eyes dark and trained on her face; then he smirked against her before going back to work. 

He rolled his tongue around Jiyan’s clit, eliciting a long, drawn out moan from her. She was so wet, and he easily slid in one, two fingers inside her tight passage. He added a third, which made her whole body shake with another moan, and he pumped into her, feeling her warm, slippery walls contract around his digits. 

He could not wait to feel once again her tightness around his dick, and he had to hold himself back from thrusting in her before she could orgasm. It didn’t take long for her to reach that peak, and she screamed as she convulsed around his fingers, her slick running down slowly into the mattress. 

Licking the wetness left off his lips, he crawled up on top of her and rubbed his cock over pussy to gather more before brushing the underside of his dick over her clit as he did, his cock nudging at her slippery entrance. 

“I’m going to…” he started, but was cut off by a voice from downstairs that made him freeze instantly, forgetting for a moment that he was about to have sex with his gorgeous girlfriend.

“Jiyan siè tu? Sito casa?” the new voice called from the floor below.

(“Jiyan is it you? Are you home?”)

“Cazzo! Fuck!” Jiyan swore, her face turning pale as she froze, still trying to catch her breath from the orgasm she’d just had.

“What? Who?” he asked frantically, propping himself up on one arm, while Jiyan pushed him aside and tossed him his shirt.

“It’s my grandma,” she whispered urgently.

“What?” he almost shouted. “How? Wasn’t she supposed to be here in three days?”

“Jiyan, benon?” her grandmother called again, footsteps now audible on the stairs.

(“Jiyan, is everything alright?”)

“Si, nonna, venemo sùvito! Cinque minuti!” Jiyan called out, trying to buy them some time.

("Yes, Grandma, we’re coming right away! Five minutes!")

“You have to get dressed,” she whispered, frantically searching the room for clothes. She turned around to see Cillian still completely naked, his shirt draped half over him, barely covering his still half-hard cock.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he muttered.

“Cill, come on!”

“Your grandma just interrupted us… mid-sex.”

“Cillian! Focus!” she hissed, trying to suppress her own panic.

“I can’t…” he replied petulantly, glancing down at himself. “What did you say to her?”

“I told her we were coming downstairs in five minutes,” she said, realising he still understood little Italian.

“What? No way. I can’t go down like this,” he said, sitting up and gesturing toward his lap. “Literally.”

“Very funny, Murphy,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “Best joke ever. I’ll just tell her you’re in the shower.” She still hadn’t found anything to wear, so in desperation, she yanked his shirt back off him, leaving him fully exposed, and pulled on a pair of jogging shorts from the floor.

She paused for a moment, realising just how absurd the whole situation was. A slow smile crept across her face before she suddenly burst into laughter, sitting down on the bed beside him, hiding her face into his neck while Cillian that was also trying to catch his breath. He smiled and hold her closer, holding back a chuckle.

“My grandma interrupted us while we were having sex,” she said, looking back at him and laughing so hard that tears formed in her eyes.

“It’s not funny, Aji,” Cillian said, though a grin tugged at his lips despite himself. “Jesus, I can't believe that just happened.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, gently brushing his hair back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just… a bit shell-shocked. Talk about terrible timing.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly. “I’m going to take that shower now—try to distract her,” he added, giving her a quick kiss before standing up and heading toward the ensuite bathroom.

“You know they’re never going to let this go, right? She’s probably already on the phone with half the family. We’ll be teased about this forever,” Jiyan called out as he closed the bathroom door.

“At least I won’t understand the teasing,” he shouted back, laughing as he stepped into the shower.

Jiyan shook her head with a sigh, slipping on her sandals before heading downstairs.

As she entered the kitchen, she found her grandmother sitting at the table, calmly stirring sugar into her coffee, a sly smile on her face like the cat that got the cream.

“Quindi, posso spetarme dei neodin présto, Aji?” her grandmother asked, barely suppressing a grin.

("So, can I expect great-grandchildren soon, Aji?")

Jiyan groaned inwardly. Nope, they definitely weren’t going to let this go anytime soon.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read. Your feedback, in any form, makes me happy. See you at the next one :)

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[mischievouslittlecreature]

Laur, these days were quite hectic, and as much as I wanted to follow everything that happened here on my dashboard, I missed some parts. I was going through it and read a post where it was mentioned Lucy getting a cat? Is it freaking real?! 🥺😍

I could not be even more excited about Lucy's little furball; I love this idea so much! I am imagining so many possible scenarios ❤️

Hello, Ari! Yes, it is real! I figured that Lucy deserves a little treat following all the horrors I'm about to put her through in season 4 🤭. There will be lots of cute scenarios, but with her and the kitty and between the kitty and Tommy fighting for her attention 😂.

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🖤 LaKoi M

BIG LALA

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[mischievouslittlecreature]

@lunarubra I think his shirt might’ve been a little more brown than my theme is, but it’s close enough that I’m gonna say that it is 🤭

Not to brag but the shirt cillian wore today is literally the same color as my blog background so we are practically soulmates

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Teal, fuchsia, green!!!

🫂💗🌸🦋

girlies separated by too many an ocean. I love youuuu

[heechwe]

🛌 & 💪 baby <3

ariiii tysm my love, also marry me pls??

🛌 : What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

Hmm that's a good question! I think maybe love triangle?? That would be super fun I think!

💪: What motivates you to write?

The love I have for it. I lost it for a long time but I realized just writing and having these ideas I want to implement really has pushed me to keep going. Writing and reading is genuinely two of my first loves and that never goes away ₊˚⊹♡

Send me an ask about my fanfics!

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for my first post of 2023! it’s the smiling mob panel from the final chapter of the manga originally posted dec. 21st of 2017 VS. my notebook redraw of the panel shortly after VS. the anime adaption when it aired on dec. 21st of 2022 VS. my own redraw of the screencap just now! 😅 good job mob!! 👍🏼 

[call-sign-shark]

Ari 🥹🖤

Thank you so much! It's indeed a very difficult job, and entering this professional path is even harder. To be honest, this is still new to me so I often wonder if I'll pass the exams but I really like the practical part of the apprenticeship, i.e having my classes and teaching stuff to my teens. Thank you so much for encouraging me, really. It's crazy how we beat ourselves because we think we are not supportive enough while, in fact, the simple fact that we are anxious about it means that we do care right? Don't worry either, you are one of the kindest souls around, honey.

What happened in your waters, Shark?

Hey everyone, long time no see. I think I owe you some explanations about this sudden hiatus but don’t worry, I’ll try to keep it short. As most of you know, I left my country in March and lived in the UK for several months for academic purposes. At first, I thought I would have a lot of free time to write because I was convinced I would make no friends. I'm that cold gym girl with a pretty square routine you know? Spoiler: I was wrong. This 4-month trip has been filled with no discipline, wonderful short-term friendships I’ll never forget, surprising events, ups and downs, doubts and so many fits of laughter that I lost count. To be honest, I spent most of my free time exploring or with people from all over the world. So much so that I realized that I had little time left to write.

– which was okay because I started to feel really burned out.

A few weeks before I left for the UK, Tumblr had become a source of anxiety and it’s entirely my fault. I put a lot of pressure on myself because I wanted to keep being a perfect mutual but the thing is that I couldn’t do it anymore. I had little time, I was overwhelmed with my personal life, I was crushed by the weight of my uncertain future, went through a difficult time with my S/O, and all of these impeded my ability to read and comment on everything my lovely mutuals (you) posted. And the less I could support you, the more I felt awful and unworthy of your friendship. And the more I felt like that, the less I was able to write. Overall, it was a vicious circle. It went on and on until I was completely petrified at the mere thought of opening the app because I felt so fucking guilty and pathetic and useless.

That’s why I tried to cut myself some slack and breathe. I told myself that it was okay to manage to fight my anxiety and sort my life out before really coming back. Which I did. For those who know me, here are some quick updates: I’ve been accepted to the teaching program I’ve been applying to for years, I’ve been a student teacher for two months and I love it so far 😊. I also feel much better in my personal life and came back to a badass gym routine.

This text is already too long so let me just thank those who are still here, willing to welcome me back. Also, I’m currently working on the next chapter of Heaven in Your Eyes and I will be trying to catch up with a few things I miss but, this time, I’ll try not to stress it out and simply allow myself that it’s okay to take my time and not comment on everything as quickly as I could.

With that being said, I’m just happy to be back (even though I’m hella shaking rn)

Love,

Shark!

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