#bee rambles endlessly

[ibeewashere]

Thinking abt. Thinking about catlike goblins

[jadeandroses]

Prompt by @hercarisntyours (which. Okay. I didn’t follow it to the letter. I hope that’s okay 👉👈)

the only way to bring me down

(Ao3 version) (next) (last)

(Warning: TF One spoilers ahead!)

If you had asked her before this exact moment, Elita would have said there wasn’t a reckless circuit in her body. She was focused. Her programming pushed her toward success, not risks and the potential of failure. She certainly wasn’t to the point of that one subordinate of hers, constantly breaking into archives and trying to saved trapped coworkers…

…and yet.

It took something to jump after him. Gall, perhaps? An undeniable sense of recklessness she hadn’t let herself explore, before? A sudden flare in her spark, whatever emotion it was that fueled the scream she let echo as she saw him shot?

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter much anymore—she was plummeting after him, and that was that.

(Bee’s scream as she jumped would forever echo in her audials.)

She thought they would have hit ground a long time ago. But that was far from the case—where the hard floor would have claimed her spark and whatever was left of his, it now disappeared out from under them. Arcs of energy—electric, buzzing under the ground—came narrowly close to them, and yet, not a one struck. But they were a source of light, for which she would have been grateful, if it weren’t for the fact that every single one illuminated Orion as he turned more and more gray.

Her eyes—and never you mind if they welled over—narrowed, and she lowered herself into a nosedive.

Her head made contact before her arms did. Without quick reflexes, he might have been thrown away from her, but she reached out, faster than any arc of lightning, and pulled him closer.

The wound burned under her touch, but his frame had already gone cold. Even his eyes—so full of light and wonder, even in the darkness of the mines—had gone out.

“You just had to make me believe,” she seethed, “didn’t you?”

The quick wit she had grown to despise was gone, and his lifeless frame didn’t answer. She pulled him into an embrace, just so that she didn’t have to look at his empty, sparkless eyes.

“I said you would bring us hope,” she wept, “not this! Orion, my god, he wasn’t worth it! Why did you have to be so-”

She choked on a sob, and instead howled her grief into the ground below. Her scream echoed, and thankfully, it masked the sounds of her tears.

She hadn’t cried in ages. Not since she was very, very young. It was a sign of weakness, in the mines. Elita needed to be strong, if she was to survive.

She was strong, yes, and she had carved a path for herself. But then Orion came into her life and ruined it all, and stars, she loathed him for it.

…but stars, it had been lonely without his passionate ramblings and bad flirting. It took a journey to the surface to realize just how much she had missed it.

(Maybe that was just constant exposure to Bee’s ceaseless chatter.)

…had she cried like this, when her cog was carved out as a newborn? Or had she been silent, voiceless and scared, like she had been every day of her life after that before Orion came and ruined it?

He had given her a priceless gift—her freedom. Her voice. Her autonomy. Maybe this choice had tossed back it in his lifeless face.

But she didn’t care. He had made his choice. She didn’t have to take it lying down.

And if she had to go back to relying only on herself, to being the only person in this universe she could count on or believe in…

…well. Whether her spark was snuffed out alongside his, or it flickered out trapped and endlessly alone in the dark of the mines, she would die one way or the other.

At least this way, it was her choice.

~~~~

He was gone.

He was gone, but her spark was still lit—that much she knew. That much, she could feel, deep within her chest, as it flickered right next to the cog of Alchemist Prime.

(The one renowned for his mind. Had she been thinking about it, when she received it, she would have preened.)

But the realization that holy Primus, she wasn’t dead wasn’t quite enough to distract her from the fact that Orion—her stubborn, endlessly optimistic moron of a former employee—was gone. In fact, even his corpse was missing from her arms.

She tensed. She straightened out her legs to stand—only to find no ground under her feet.

And, in front of her, painted in endless shades of stars and blue, backs of figures she only vaguely recognized.

If she had been staring at anything else, she might have looked at the blue sun in front of her, the figures of starlight in front of her, and put two and two together. But there was one in gray, whose back she had stared at as she charged into the unknown.

And suddenly her aching spark lurched.

“Orion!”

There was absolutely no response from anyone. She strained to see better, and, despite his lifeless state, he was glowing.

“What are you doing to him?!”

Still no response.

It was at this point Elita grit her teeth, and began to force her way past the ancient Primes like a barbarian. It didn’t occur to her at all what she was doing. All that mattered was that she get to him.

They resisted her. Even held their arms out to stop her. She thrashed, and even climbed one to see better.

“Stop! Please! He’s my friend! Don’t hurt him!”

As if the dead could feel pain. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even care.

On some unseen signal, though, they parted. No sooner did Elita find her footing did she once again find herself under the intense gaze of Alpha Trion.

It was like the world stopped. Orion—still lifeless, yet lit up like his spark hadn’t been extinguished in the first place—still had his back to her. And yet Alpha Trion stood in front of them both, lit up in starlight.

“Loyal to the very end,” he whispered.

It was reverential. It was almost a question. Even in the face of such might, she stood tall.

“That stubborn little optimist is the only person I’ve ever truly believed in,” she spat. “Of course I followed him!”

She wondered if she should have phrased that differently. That being said, it was the truth, and it hurt—but oh, she couldn’t take it back now. Where once her path had been hers and hers alone, it was one someone had chosen for her. Now, she had a choice—and she wanted nothing more than to stand by him. To help him, in his mission, no matter how stupid or now noble.

Especially now that D had…

It was difficult to say exactly what crossed Alpha Trion’s face. He rumbled approvingly, though.

“We Primes had a High Guard, once. Ones to advise us and to protect us. But more importantly, they were our friends.” Hand on Orion’s shoulder, he continued to speak. “It is a shame that we cannot give such luxuries to him. Instead, he will have you, loyal daughter of Cybertron, to protect him as we cannot.”

Her own frame began to glow, now. Not quite as bright as Orion’s, but almost. There was power coursing through her, filling her every circuit.

(…if she was tasting a fraction of what was coursing through him, she had the distinct feeling she wasn’t quite staring at Orion, anymore.)

“You are one of a kind, dear. Truly, you have earned your name,” he murmured kindly. “And as for our young one, here, I rather like what she said for his name, don’t you, my brethren?”

There was rumbling approval all around her. She was afraid to ask. But she swallowed it.

“…what?”

He turned starlit eyes on her friend, and smiled.

“Arise, Optimus Prime!”

[play-rough]

The person who brought up the baby talk was kunikida was adorable 🥺🥺 and I love cg Kuni and I hate to bring Chuuya up again but hear me out 😭😭. Chuuya unconsciously started to baby talk Dazai in a sweeter voice back in the mafia days and it mostly started calming Dazai down from any breakdowns or bad days because he either found it funny or soothing. Chuuya would white literally do a little bend and put his hands on his knees while doing it too if he wasn't shorter than Dazai lmao 💀 also if Dazai ever was comfortable with being little around other people in mafia days (unrealistix ik) Chuuya would most definitely not be ashamed and ignore everyone else around him and just started tending to the baby's every need any second and of course the baby talk.

I'd like to add that maybe it became so natural that if he hears Dazai whining and complaining and Chuuya isn't paying attention he'll unconsciously reply like that. Maybe once he was shaken awake by big Dazai whining about wanting Chuuya to make him food, and Chuuya sleeply doesn't register it's literally about food or that he's big and goes like "I know I know hunny, I'll make you something in a moment" in the higher sweeter baby voice. Dazai goes absolutely insane from both embarrassment that he gets spoken to like that, and laughing because it sounds funny and he hasn't really ever registered how ridiculous it might sound to him when he was big. Chuuya refuses to speak on the matter and he gets teased endlessly by Dazai.

If we are getting into it, possibly the first time Kunikida baby talks Dazai he instantly feels safer because it reminds him of the older days, and Kunikida also sounds hilarious in theory. That's why he makes it visibility know he likes it so Kunikida doesn't stop, because he doesn't want him to 🥺 sorry for the ramble lmao.

-🐝

Chuuya and Kuni for sure babytalk Dazai 😭 it’s too cute lmao 🥹 Dazai’s so embarrassed but he secretly loves it deep down, any reassurance that they actually like the baby is so meaningful to him 🩷 he gets frustrated tho lmao 🩷🩷pls don’t apologize bee anon ily this is so adorable

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Pine,

First of all, I had a hard time with your achievement because I felt like nothing I could come up with could do you justice. You are like a pine tree, are the life and shade of this platform. I definitely feel like I can speak for most of us that we absolutely adore you. You are so thoughtful and kind with every word, every person, and every interaction. Your talent is unbeatable. I feel like I'm reading words of magic when I read your stories; they take my breath away every single time. I fell in love with your blog style, and I'm so grateful I messaged you that day! We are oceans apart, but you are a dear friend. Please continue to inspire and bless us with your wonderful work, and please please please never stop being so kind. You give so much, and we appreciate every bit of it. I can't wait to see how you'll continue to impress and blow me away (I mean, seriously, how do you do it?) ILY Piney. Merry Christmas!

Lots and lots of love,

Zae

Oh, my, Lord.

Zae, do you believe me if I say I read this while on the train and actually started crying in front of everyone? (Mister Pine teased me endlessly about it😂) This is genuinely one, if not the most beautiful message someone has ever written to me and I honestly got so emotional 😭 I, who is always so talkative and rambles all the time, am actually at a loss of words right now! How could I tell you how grateful I am for this, for meeting you, for everything? I just feel deeply blessed and so so happy, and warmed from the bottom of my heart to the deepest core of my soul. I am too so glad you messaged me all those months ago! We are indeed Oceans and miles apart but I feel deeply connected to you (not in a creepy way though lmao😂), more as if we were real-life neighbors, talking about our ideas and life under your or my patio on a warm night drinking wine.

And please!! The whole Red Dead achievement idea?!! This is so cool!!! I feel like the coolest person on Earth rn having my own achievement!!! You are just the best. Thank you so much!

ILY too my Zae-bee! A Merry Christmas to you and your dearest ones!! 🎄

[bylertruther]

man makes a post specifically about /mike's/ level of comfort to do overtly gay shit, and how often it's /will/ who gets written as the uncomfortable one, people read it on mike and will's ability to do public gay shit /together/ in hawkins. okay

stopppfbshsjsbsbd it's ok 💔 the mike angst jus doesn't hit like the will angst does on bylertruther.edu.gov i guess.. they were going based off of someone else's tags so thts why it steered tht way i think.

one day we will be able to acknowledge that mike's inability to withstand even the most innocent and brief of touches with will specifically and his constant pushing will away and hyperfocusing on el may be something more in the realm of mike struggling with his sexuality and his feelings and choosing to focus on the less scary and more "normal" thing as a means of trying to get control over his situation instead of just.... (looks at the gen tag) assuming that mike is a gay disaster with no depth who is in a relationship with a girl he knows he doesn't romantically love but obviously that's as deep as that goes and there's nothing more to it or troubling about that at all? okay ❤️

mike can't hug will, can't even brush arms with him, but that's just because.... (checks tag again) will is so unbelievably sexy that it melts his brain? ok. mike is in a relationship with a girl he doesn't like Like That or in the Correct way and he STAYS in it even though he feels like shit and tries his best to make it work and worries the entire time over it way more than even she does.... but nah. he's fine! he's got that shit on lock bc he's clearly the king of compartmentalizing and self-acceptance. he'll jump right into that gay shit easy peasy and kiss will on the mouth asap!!

like. jdvdjsnshahajsn. rambling in this ask bc my tummy hurty which is making me feel like my brain is a box of bees tht someone just shook but i just. mike as a character is so endlessly fascinating there's an entire WORLD to explore in him as a queer dude in his precarious position like. it's a wealth of angst it pulls at your heartstrings he feels so much but he can't express it he Refuses to express it until he has no other choice and they're at the literal end of the fucking line he ruins things and then he tries desperately to fix them he knows his loved ones so well that he knows just where to strike and what to say to make it better like he's just . he thought he had to let go of what he loved to be a man he quit holding and touching his gay best friend that he has feelings for and tossed him to the side in favor of his gf who is supposed to resemble him.

i just. HE LITERALLY DOES THAT WITH NO ONE ELSE?! AND YOU GUYS (/gen) THINK ITS WEIRD AND CRAZY AND OOC FOR HIM TO BE HESITANT TO DO GAY SHIT..... TO BE SCARED TO ENGAGE WITH THAT PART OF HIMSELF EYES WIDE OPEN KNOWINGLY WALKING INTO THE LIGHT AND EMBRACING THAT LARGER THAN LIFE CHANGE WHICH IS SO OFTEN A DEATH SENTENCE........ YOU THINK IT'D BE WEIRD OF MIKE WHEN WE ALREADY KNOW HE DOESN'T ALLOW HIMSELF THE SAME GRACE, UNDERSTANDING, OR ACCEPTANCE AS HE DOES OTHERS?

takes a deep breath and plops down on ur dash . i jus have a lot of Mike Feelings okay ...... i see an opportunity to speak on him n i Take it!!!!!!! there is so much to him and his experience and people just don't want to come anywhere near it or any of the possibilities and it Kills me it really does .

[switchbladedreamz]

<3 Read My Poetry Or Die <3

The rain is falling down

Autumn has turned to gray

Is this how love feels? Observing through a different perspective?

The beauty only some see as others see a dreary day

A gorgeous day out of gray skies and decaying leaves

Green to yellow to orange and red to brown and dead

Fall intwines itself into the olfactory senses as familiar as greeting an old friend

~~~~

I can see clearly now

The grey of skie through wilted green leaf

With no warmth to radiate from the concrete, it's cold outside.

The wind sends only chills when last season it gave relief

The sky no longer brings perspiration and chaffing but goosebumps and promises of bare trees

Soon the snow will fall leaving warmth a memory in cold bones as grandfather christmas sits on his throne.

~~~~~

After Marimba

Like a moth drawn to a flame say my name summon me

Let the fire spread through you into you (out of me) (it came from me)

Feel my whisper against your neck like a breath of spring let the chills run down your spine take me away say your mine

Like a rabbit running down the hole, youre my home

An eternity

Feel the rush as our lips twist like the thread of fate

I can feel you absorb my sin make it yours i am free

As your body starts to decompose they wont know

That its me

Now ill find another muse just to use

Its makes me free

~~~~~

What is solemn

Is it deep

Shallow

Does it fill the hollow

Does it come in waves or is it a blanket

Suffocation

No air

Is this fair

That you were taken and we're still here

The fresh disturbed ground seeping underfoot

Mascara clumps from weeping

A hole in the heart of those you left, we wish you the best in the next life as the pain of your absence grows rife.

Gray washes into my veins, muscles, bone.

A slate of slate slammed into the ground, molded with my words of sorrow

A peaceful serenity waits, sleepless night of grief taking over routine

The serenity lurks, we think it waits. Graceful in a grove, waiting to embrace you into white.

Serenity is a nice name for earths most brutal hunter, nothing can run from Serenity.

Inside of flesh, flush with every pore, the sun poured from you like your heart was the source

~~~~~~~~

Let Me Be the Rocky Shore your Ship Breaks On

Feel my waves crash around you, consuming sound and sanity

Feel my salt in your wounds

My wind taking your screams no one hears , carrying them endlessly among my tumultuous tides

Lose yourself in my blues and greens like starry eyed star-crossed lovers staring in each others eyes on a starry night

Waves gorge themselves on you, are the stars blinking you wonder

My love fills your lungs full but you only choke on my waters

The water gets darker the deeper you go, my embrace is the pressure compressing your ribcage into your entrails

My love fills you as you sink.

I just wanted to show you how dearly I loved you.

~~~~~~~~~

I want someone that wants to kiss me because they wonder if my lips taste like cherries because they're so soft and pink

I want someone that misses the feeling of my smaller fingers between theirs when we held hands

I want someone that would tell me they thought of me in passing at work

I wanted to listen to you to you ramble about your favorite things, when the dog bites, when the bee stings

Hold my hand and discreetly fall in love with the idea of me and feel cold when I leave you.

~~~~~~~~

:: I Can't Go Back ::

I walk on a broken road

Its red and made of brick

Any scrape

Every nick, you had a mean word and a gentle bandaid

Bandages dont stick well after tears fall

Wicked words laced

Tell her she's nothing

Take her apart

Staring at her bare complexity you refuse to see

Refusing reusing

Trying to seduce me

Spells and chants hold no affect

The feelings churn, hearts burn

Havoc is wrought

Its been 622 days

The overcast is gone and the sun is out

Yet you linger like a distant winter breeze; a chill runs down my spine

Nightmares of your face on my body

No escape

Took everything and more

As if my essence was your oxygen

Crowding crowding crowding

No room to breathe with you breathing down my neck

Machines pump air into my lungs

Was this all worth it for you in the end?

Now i see its been worth it for me, thanks to your misguided misjudgment of who i am, i now have everything and more

Mark my words i know you'll take the life from me if i find myself on the broken brick road

[unhingedwomandiaries]

There I was, basking in the warm, comforting glow of The Great British Sewing Bee, when the whole situation started spiraling into a vortex of unhinged rage. I'd already fallen off the wagon earlier that day when my father-in-law pulled out this obscure cider from his prized collection. It would have been downright uncivil to refuse, especially on his big day. So I chugged the entire pint, leaving just a taunting inch at the bottom while the charred flesh of various animals sizzled away on the grill.

On the television, some dude was feverishly hacking away at his wife's actual wedding dress, frantically transforming the sacred garment into some avant-garde franken-frock for an utterly meaningless competition. And that's when my husband's face crumbled into a haunting mask of despondent empathy, as if he could somehow sense the tormented screams still echoing through the tattered lace of my own defiled bridal gown.

That's when the floodgates burst open, unleashing a torrent of verbal bile potent enough to corrode the soul of even the most hardened criminal syndicate enforcer. My mom had gone full-on bridezilla, forcing me to try on every basic Snow White number that existed and clashed horrendously with my complexion. I wanted to channel classic Hollywood elegance like the poised, regal glamor of Audrey Hepburn in her prime. But Mother Dearest was having none of it, taking a boxcutter to my gorgeous vintage style made dress so I'd be forced to rashly cobble together some monstrosity at the last minute.

And don't even get me started on the bouquet situation. That woman spent years as a florist, yet she couldn't be bothered to include any of the lush botanical flowers I'd specifically requested. Nope, just a garish tangle of wilted plastic ugly not asked for flowers looking sadder than a hunk of oxidized beef in a steaming puddle of stale packing peanuts.

Yeah, this is precisely why drinking is off the table indefinitely. The second that alcohol permeates my cerebral hemispheres, I revert into an endlessly looping cycle of aggrieved mania, ranting and rambling about the innumerable injustices perpetrated by my monstrous matriarch. Sometimes it's best to just stay sober and escape the emotional shrapnel of this lifelong minefield.

[black-rose-writings]

So, I'll avoid more doylist extensive analysis here, I'll leave that for when I get my references in order (by that I mean dig up a decade+ old books about Advent Saints me and my siblings got to learn about where our names came from - all of us are named after advent saints. It's also where I learned the czech word for "brothel" at the ripe old age of nine, and a 40+ year old book of Russian fairytales), and stick to what it means in universe.

Only thing I'll mention from a strictly out-of-universe perspective is that a repeated theme in the book is the blurry line between witchcraft and miracles, and how quickly one can become the other, in both ways, which I find endlessly fascinating considering other parts of the Grishaverse. (And it's a shame LB is too much of a coward to commit to a "Saint becomes a Witch" narrative for her main characters).

(I also apologize if this is a bit more rambly than usual, I am covering an entire book in one post, I have bees in my head, and it's Friday evening)

Again, the Ravkan Saints religion draws heavily from Christianity in an aesthetic sense, including but not limited to, and in no particular order:

Orthodox-esque churches (present outside of LoS)

Physical relics of Saints (only present outside of LoS)

Most aspects of the clergy

The use of prayer beads (mentioned off-handedly in Sankt Ilya's story)

Holy texts, including some supposedly written by the Saints, beliefs and tradition seemingly strongly tied to these books

Psalms/religious songs ("Psalms" mentioned directly in the Sankt Petyr story).

Burrial into consecrated ground vs unconsecrated ground for certain crimes (mentioned in the Sankt Valentin story)

Strong emphasis on chants/prayers as the main form of day-to-day worship

Sunday service/mass (mentioned in the Sankt Emerens story at least, possibly elsewhere)

Mass as a form of group religious activity (again, mentioned in the Sankt Emerens story)

Concepts of demons/witchcraft

The giving of Saints' names/infant christening equivalent

Marriage rites similar to orthodox traditions

I know basically none of these are exclusively christian or even Abrahamic, but their specifics are aesthetically very christian

However, I have come to the conclusion, that the theology behind those practices is much more pagan (which I have said before, but I feel it is a bit more solid, now).

It is clear that the Saints in the Grishaverse are higher in the divine pecking order than IRL Christian saints, probably closer to demigods of some kind, or maybe more accurately "enlightened" humans, at least from the outside perspective (most of them were likely Grisha).

The closest thing I can find as a parallel was ancient greek hero cults, however, those tended to be far more localized. (Something akin to hero cults could also give an explanation for why the Duke can just run his orphanage as a personal cult without seemingly any reprecussions)

As I said, I've listened to a lecture on ancient greek religion yesterday, and I'm seeing some interesting parallels between it and the Grishaverse religion (which makes me wonder if the precursor to the Saints' faith wasn't something akin to the Greek system - it would actually align nicely with the picture we have of ununified Ravka, putting the first Tzar to a role akin to Philip of Macedonia(father of Alexander the Great).)

Because the thing about the Greek religion was that there was actually very little set in stone. There was some "inspired poetry", but it was not treated as infallible. The role of the priest was mostly administrative, and with very few exceptions (like oracles) were not believed to have a super special connection to the God/Gods they served.

The emphasis on religious poetry (through Tolya in TGT) makes me think that Grishaverse Saints' religion may have a much stronger oral tradition component than Christianity. The way something became accepted as canon to the Greek religion was just "if the poem is epic in both the literal and figurative sense of the word, we believe it now". Something akin to divinely inspired poetry could play a role in the rapid spread of Alina's cult in TGT and even the proclamation of Zoya as a Saint in the later books.

I do think divinity/Sainthood are almost certainly not as widely controlled/formalized as they are in Christianity of any flavor.

Oaths/vows seem to hold a great deal of weight - there's an implication that the reason Sankt Lukin's head remained alive and conscious for decades after his beheading was specifically the prince's oath to keep him as an advisor, at least partially. That whatever the power of the Saints is, it has the ability to suspend normal rules of the universe to hold you to your promise (interesting idea - Tsar Anastas promised the Darkling a safe haven for Grisha. When he tried to back out, Sasha created the Fold, making the Grisha necessary to Ravka's survival).

The humanity - or near-humanity - of the Saints is absolutely on full display in the book, as is their living in the current epoch. There are places that are still on the map today. The domestication of wolves is also placed in the current epoch, which is also kinda interesting (if you're a nerd like me, at least). The reason I think that story is actually set in the "currect epoch" is because of Ulla's story - we know Kenste Hjerte broke within Aleksander's lifetime. We know Sankt Ilya's story is based on a real event. The stories of the Saints aren't myths or religious stories in the traditional sense - they're more akin to the accounts of Jesus - fictionalized accounts of events that probably happened in one way or another, maybe not within the writers' lifetime, but certainly close enough to it. Which is why it stands out that something prehistoric in our world would be placed alongside of these stories.

While martyrdom is present, interestingly, it is mostly applied to people who were already religious/spiritual leaders in life.

So, I've read through the entirety of the Lives of Saints and have come to the conclusion we've been looking at the Ravkan religion wrong.

It might be aesthetically Christianity, but the stories and how they are written are much more in line with various pagan mythologie (Greek comes to mind because it's very present and I also was at a lecture on the ancient Greek religion yesterday). Which we knew already, but it is super clear in LiS. I will go through the entirety of it and write down as much as I can gather about the Ravkan religion once I get home (as well as my compiled list of likely iconography for each of the saints, based on the stories from the book, with a few exceptions - namely Alina, Valentin and Sasha, because their stories aren't really about them and there's not much to draw from there).

I am still miffed about the total lack of a creation story, though. Like, the biggest reason for why religions came to be was to explain why the world is the way it is, which the Saints' faith is super bad at.

I will also need to look for the old Advent Saints book when I come home for christmas, to get a bit of a comparison for how this type of literature is handled IRL, though the book we have at home is from this century. And get pictures of the Krása Nesmírná illustrations for examples of russian children's illustration in particular.

(Because while some of the pictures might pass for a religious painting in theory, the artstyle is way too modern in all of them).

[amor-brooklynn]

𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲... /~𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔟𝔲𝔯~\

𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊: 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥 (𝕚'𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪), 𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝 (𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 (𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪), 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 <𝟛, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥, 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 <𝟛

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dom!revivedbur, sub!female!reader <3

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with everything that has happened, dream constantly tormenting your mind, Schlatt, the final ending of L'manberg, and wilbur. especially wilbur. your longtime lover. dead, deceased, you haven't been the happiest.

you lived with Techno and his horse in their nice little cottage out in the middle of the forest, but it wasn't home. not L'manberg. not wilbur.

his trench coats were the last thing you had left of him. the smell of cigars and cedar was a weird mix, but also a comforting feeling in your defense. god, how you missed him so much.

the old mossy cobblestone walls seemed to leave huge cracks in the walls the more you thought of it. and it hurt. anytime you would walk past ghostbur, even catching just a glimpse of him, it would make you want to break into tears instantly. the fact, and the thought, that he doesn't remember a single thing about you, that he's changed, causes you to run away to random parts of the world, usually though, you would visit tommy and tell him how bad it hurt. and he would try to help.

even though tommy was a bit annoying sometimes, you were proud to call him one of your best friends.

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you were peacefully farming potatoes for techno while he was gone, he told you he had business with the syndicate. honestly, you didn't care.

you hummed a make-up song as you planted the left over potato seeds and picked the very last potato. you stood, hands on your hips in pride, you usually never had the motivation to ever really get up and do much, but today, you were confident. there was a feeling in your stomach that something was gonna change.

you were busy putting the rest of the potatoes in a dirty duffle bag that you had found by the bee farm next to techno's house when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you were so deep into your thoughts that when you felt the sudden contact, you jumped and smashed the potato in your left hand, the contents inside splattering over the brown dirty trench coat you wore over you body before you pulled out your shimmering enchanted sword, turning to raise a sword at someone who seemed all too familiar.

no- it can't be-

you head tilted and your eyes instantly widen in shock and horror, your mouth suddenly agape, and you instantly started sobbing.

"wilbur? how did you- what-" you stuttered, too overwhelmed and shocked to even find the right words.

"hello, have you missed me darling?" he smiled as he took the cigar from between his lips and dropped it, stepping on it to put it out.

your hand clapped over your mouth as waterfalls, not even tears at this point, started flowing from your eyes.

you leaned into his chest, pulling him into a lazy but tight hug, and you took in the feeling of him, even the scent that you were already familiar with. he hugged back tightly and rubbed your back slowly with his calloused thumb. this wasn't something that you felt very often from him, hardly ever, so you took in the feeling and cherished it for as long as you possibly could.

"how are you h-here? I thought you- i don't know- died! i mean- you did- i seen ghostbur but- where the hell where you?! have you been here the entire time?! you scared me like fucking-" you rambled endlessly before he interrupted your on-running concern.

"no, my love," he said, pulling his hand up to your face and wiping off the tears streaming down your face. "it was more like a train station, but the train never stopped to pick me up, i seen you, all of you, but it never did stop. until, i saw dream, and- me i suppose? getting off the train, and then i was awakened." he let a crooked smile pass through his painfully perfect face

but that was the thing, there were no scars on his arms or anywhere but his face, a long scar cutting through the middle of his face, and a new white streak of hair that you seemed to notice instantly, and you lightly moved it out of his face. a light color of pink blanketed your face at the sight of him.

unintentionally, your thighs closed together.

he smirked at your reaction towards him and pulled you in closer by your waist before saying, "you really missed me didn't you, baby?" he whispered right in your ear, sending chills down your spine. you quietly whimpered and nodded pathetically.

he chuckled and rubbed your hip with his thumbs as you buried your head in his neck and continued to whimper helplessly. this wasn't how you expected it to go, this being the first impression you and him made after not seeing each other for so long, but at the same time, it was an understandment.

you soon pulled away and showed him a small smile before turning back and continued to gather the rest of the potatoes in the bag that still sat against the side of the house.

you shivered when you felt his hands grip your trench coat that you were wearing and pull it down your shoulders. you didn't think much of it until you found yourself gasping in surprise at the feeling of him sucking on your neck and leaving peppered kisses every once in a while. you ignored it, and continued to tie the bag of potatoes with some string that you happened to find in your pocket.

"talk to me baby." he taunted.

you stood up and ignored his words, causing wilbur to pull away from your neck, and you walked to the entrance of the house as you heard him groan from the loss of contact against your skin. you smiled to yourself.

"why are you so needy all of a sudden? you've never acted like this before." you remarked, opening the door to the house and casually walking in.

"well, i don't know if you've noticed, but it's been almost 14 years since i've gotten to see you, feel you even, in person." he argued, looking to gain even just the slightest bit of sympathy from you, to which you did not let show.

you laughed lightly, and sat the bag on the crafting table before writing a note, the words reading, "freshly harvested potatoes for the dear piglin :)" and sat it beside the bag.

you turned towards wilbur and gestured him towards you with your finger, him walking to you quickly. desperate even. and once he finally reached you, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a passionate, deep kiss. fuck, you missed his lips against yours so much.

you moaned softly into the kiss when his hand found it's way to your clothed clit and applied pressure gently, allowing him to smoothly slip his tongue into your mouth.

he slipped his fingers under your skirt and into your panties from the side and gently started rubbing figure eights on your sensitive bud.

you pulled away from him quickly to let out a moan.

he liked that.

he took note of your reactions to his actions, trying to figure out what really aroused you.

but really, for you, just his voice, the way he speaks, everything he does, is enough to arouse you in just a second.

"wilbur.." you said breathlessly, and let out a desperate whimper.

"what is it, baby?" he responded, whispering softly into your ear.

"i need you. i want you to taste me." you requested sweetly. you needed this.

his eyebrows arched in surprise, he honestly was not expecting that from you. but he obliged, and was quick to pull his fingers out from your panties. he smirked slyly and kissed you slowly one more time before grabbing your hand and pulling you into your room, and locking the door behind you. he released your hand from his grip and pulled his shirt over his head as walked to the bed, laying down on his back.

you stared at him confused and slightly tilted your head, silently questioning what he was doing.

"you said you wanted to me to taste you, so come here and ride my face, darling." he said with a small grin, and your face instantly lit up at his words.

you rushed across the room to your bed, taking your skirt and undergarments off in the process, a bit too desperate for him, tripping over your own feet.

you climbed onto the bed, your face hovering over his and you left a light peck to his lips before sitting up and gripping the headboard in front of you to help hoist yourself onto your knees, your dripping core hovering over his mouth. you were hesitant to lower yourself onto him, until he gladly did it for you.

he wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you down on his mouth, slowly but desperately, and his tongue got to work instantaneously on your slick, lapping at it like a dog, but, god, did you love every minute of it.

your moans and curses for him seemed to never end, how good he was eating you out, but no, this was just the start.

he moved his lips higher up to your clit, and latched on to it, sucking and flicking his tongue every once in a while to give you an overwhelming sensation.

you squeaked at the feeling and you were almost positive your arm was gonna give up on you, but you could care less.

you lowered your arm down into his brown, fluffy hair and gripped it harshly, earning a low groan from him.

you felt his left hand trace up your thighs and stop again at your entrance. you whimpered, a bit nervous as to what he was gonna do next, but also so excited at the same time.

you let out a loud pornographic moan when you felt 2 of his fingers slip into you, making a lewd sound that seemed to make him want even more.

the feeling of his tongue drawing shapes on your clit and the feeling of his feelings could have made you cum immediately.

and you practically did.

it hadn't even been 3 minutes before he got exceptionally rough with his fingers, and you basically screamed at the feeling. it was pushing you so over the edge.

you felt the knot in your lower abdomen tie together, only to unravel again in seconds.

"wilbur! i-i'm gonna cum! ohmyfuckinggod-"

you started rolling your hips against his mouth in perfect harmony with his tongue. and he slapped your thigh with his other hand, indicating that you could cum.

you screamed his name as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt the knot unravel, releasing all over his face and fingers.

he moved your waist against his face, helping you come down from your high.

once you felt like you could move again, you slid off of him, as you watched him lick off all your juices from his face. he turned to you after and smiled.

"i'm glad you suggested me eating you out. you taste so good." he teased. "my little slut, aren't you?"

you whimpered at his words as you rolled over on your side and faced him, nodding frantically.

"maybe one day my whore can take some of my cock, yes?" he said, his eyes half-lidded and his tongue sliding across his canine in ease.

"i-i'd like that." you responded, and started tracing lines down his chest.

"good girl." he purred.

you moved closer to him, and cuddled him. he wrapped his arms around you and started drawing shapes on your back.

"do you want me to run you a bath, my love?" he asked, backed up a little bit to let you get up.

you propped yourself up on your elbow and rubbed your eyes, nodding.

he slipped off the bed and stood, holding his arms out to you, an invitation to get a free ride to the bath.

you smiled and got up after him, standing there in front of him, waiting for him to carry you.

he leaned down and gripped your legs and picked you up, holding your back with his other hand to prevent you from falling. he held you close, like a prized possession and you drowned cozily in his embrace as he navigated his way to the bathroom.

once he got in the room, he sat you in the tub, stripping you from the rest of your clothes and ran the water. you leaned your head against the wall, so thankful for him.

you perked your head back up when you heard him rummaging through the cabinets under the sink. you watched as he took out three candles and pulled a lighter from his pant pocket and light them carefully.

he then placed 2 on one corner of the tub and the other one on the other corner by your head. he then proceeded to go back to looking through the cabinets and pulling his head back out eventually, seeing that he had a bottle of what you assumed was some bubble soap.

he caught your stare and held eye contact for a while before smiling and walking up to you once more and kneeling down to squeeze some soap in the water, and you watched as the bubbles started to form.

he stood, placing the soap on the counter next to him, and with a snap of his fingers, the light went dark.

you could still see his silhouette thanks to the candles, and so you watched as he stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the tub with you, turning off the faucet in the process. he sat down and switched places with you, him now against the wall and your back pressed against his chest.

you leaned your head back against the crook of his next a let out a sigh of pleasure and relief when you felt his fingers massaging your head.

"thank you, darling. i've missed you so much." you muttered to him and he let out a pleased purr.

"anything for my beautiful queen. i love you." he cooed.

you smiled, "i love you too, wilbur."

and you spent the rest of the night drifting to sleep on his shoulder in the nice, warm water.

he better not ever fucking leave you again. that prick. but hey, he's your prick right?

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this was not proofread. please tell me what you think of it for my first time and please point any mistakes out to me :) sorry if it was bad <3

have a good day loves, and stay positive, you can pull through anything, i believe in you! <3

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[albatris]

whenever I’m feeling disheartened and need a reminder that Writing Is Fun, I like to go and reread The Phoenix Building Chronicles because when I wrote The Phoenix Building Chronicles I was just following the most ridiculous whims and hell if it’s not the funniest shit I’ve ever written in my life

like look @ this. look at my narration. I just don’t care

also fourth wall breakage highlights

like there’s also this one conversation between Shara, Tris and Marrick that spans like two pages where they’re discussing the logistics of “glass half-full/glass half-empty” with regard to the time paradox they’re all trapped in (re that first quote)

and honest to god it’s my favourite slab of dialogue I’ve ever written ever because it’s just. so unbelievably unnecessary and elaborate i love it so much

my favourite part is when shara’s like “take this seriously!!” as if the discussion wasn’t literally about whether or not the glass is full of bees

anyway it’s under the cut (soz people on mobile), pls enjoy

“So we were just looking at this the wrong way,” Shara concluded. “We were all panicked because the world is in a constant state of non-existence, but it’s also in a constant state of existence. It’s ended, which sucks, but it also hasn’t ended, which doesn’t suck. It’s a glass half-full, glass half-empty thing. Yeah?”

“I suppose it is.” Marrick nodded slowly. “But there’s really no difference. Half-full and half-empty are literally the same thing.”

“No! If you gave me a glass and poured it half-full of water, I would totally appreciate that,” Tris argued. “But if I had a glass that was completely full of water and you just came up and drank half of it, I would not appreciate that. It’s perspective. It’s circumstance. It’s not just a glass in a single point in time. What’s the glass’s story, Marrick?”

“The glass could be a single point in time,” Shara said, “if that glass is at the centre of a collapsing multiverse, trapped in a paradoxical state of simultaneous existence and non-existence.”

“Exactly! So we’re back where we started,” Marrick said. “The glass doesn’t have a story. The glass just is. And we have to decide whether it’s half-full or half-empty.”

“Yeah, but hold up,” Shara said. “What is the glass half-full or half-empty with? Because the analogy only works if it’s something pleasant. If it’s half-full or half-empty with poison, or bees, then it doesn’t particularly matter how full or empty it is. It’s going to suck if you drink it either way.”

“The saying clearly implies water,” Marrick said. 

“Then the saying also assumes the person with the glass actually wants a drink of water,” Tris said. “What if they don’t? What they’re being forced to drink water they don’t want to drink? Then a half-empty glass becomes positive, and a half-full glass becomes negative. Perspective,” he added again, for emphasis. “Circumstance.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point,” Shara said. “Are you even meant to drink the glass? Because if you’re not going to drink it, then why is its contents such a big deal? No one just sits there staring at a half-full or half-empty glass admiring it.”

“What if it’s a really nice antique glass?” Marrick asked. “Everybody likes antiques.”

Tris frowned. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Take this seriously!” Shara snapped. “What are we meant to be doing with the glass? Why do we even have a glass?”

“Well, according to this metaphor,” Tris said, “we’re living in the glass. Which is great if you can swim but shitty if you can’t.”

“Well, you can’t swim in bees,” Shara said. “What if the glass is actually full of bees? We never established what the glass is full of.”

“Half-full,” Tris corrected.

“Or half-empty,” Marrick said. 

“Is this world,” Shara said slowly, “half-full or half-empty of water or bees? Do we want the glass at all? What if we prefer plastic? Does the glass exist in an infinite time paradox or does it have a story? Is it regarded by the majority of the population as a negative or a positive? What if one person wants a glass and the next doesn’t? What is happening?”

There was a silence.

“I’m pretty sure if the glass was half-full of bees they would just fly away,” Tris said. “I’m not sure why this is even a question we're pondering.”

[ibeewashere]

Strawberry Blond by Mitski is so Widojest coded

[thespoonisvictory]

I posted 5,874 times in 2022

1,359 posts created (23%)

4,515 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@firesnap

@thespoonisvictory

@surreal-static

@geoguessbur

@snailsnfriends

I tagged 3,314 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#asks - 426 posts

#d20 - 182 posts

#acofaf - 168 posts

#fav - 127 posts

#exu:c - 54 posts

#critical - 50 posts

#spoon rambles - 39 posts

#prev - 34 posts

#^^^ - 31 posts

#neverafter - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#like yes niki enjoys a good drawn out seagull eating bit and phil will do unhinged tts but who else would rp being stuck in a public library

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

ok fine I’ll say it. a good portion of dsmp streamers don’t care about the story and maybe arguably they never understood the enormity of what certain people on that server were trying to create, the integrity they were trying to maintain in it. they see clicks, engagement, and an endlessly appeased fanbase that will accept infinite promises and excuses, and as long as you still click on that stream they aren’t going to care. the farthest a good half of them got was “this seems cool” and then they streamed it and we took that and wrote fun analysis and did fanart. and as long as we all know that and accept that george and sapnap do not care or even understand why tommy’s house is so important, that’s fine. as long as we get that certain streamers only bring it up to promote merch and others only bring it up to pull attention back, and we agree to watch anyway because it’s fun, that’s fine.

but it breaks my heart seeing fans confused and heartbroken because they have to keep realizing that the vast majority of these guys don’t care about this server in that way anymore

1,528 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#4

the manburg arc being set during the transition from fall to winter like ok you hadestown over the garden wall bitch you really thought of everything didn’t you

1,850 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#3

I enjoy period accurate costuming but people who get mad at inaccurate but absolutely intentional choices in period pieces drive me up the wall

2,773 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

the new minecraft lore is like:

there are no mobs in the cities. something is stopping them; something is either killing them or maybe even they know not to venture down there, that it’s too dangerous.

but down there, there are candles. there are wool pathways. there are redstone lamps. whatever civilization lived down there was smart, much more advanced than villagers. they had thick walls, and figured out that wool kept Wardens away, and made enchantments to allow them to run quickly and quietly. they had nether blocks, basalt and soul fire, and their buildings nearly resemble nether fortresses, or bastions. there were whole communities that thrived in spite of the threat, until they didn’t, of course. 

did they live in fear of the Warden? if so, why didn’t they leave? could they leave? did they try to make a portal to do just that? their cities are intricate and their floors are lined with wool that children could run across and stumble over without worry and did they whisper, constantly? did they teach children legends of the beasts that would come if they didn’t quiet down? did the children believe them? did they make candles on holidays and dare each other to set the skulk sensors off with small dripstone pieces? did they keep bees, or did they ration their wax carefully, trying to learn the secrets of redstone and soul fire to keep their lanterns burning before they ran out? how far did they get in their knowledge? why didn’t they leave? what were they staying for, what were they trying to find with that portal? 

why didn’t they leave?

5,025 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just. maybe I should be mad but I’m not. Wilbur Soot is a cunt and this was a story about suicide and blue sheep and sunrises and utah and I love that he took a deliberate move to make it campy and insane and like all of the most memorable bits from this stupid server it is full of heart! his mom is a fridge! he fucked a salmon! tragedy and grief render everything around them obscene and hilarious and the fact that this story ended in such a silly way is the ultimate fuck you to c!wilbur’s mindset that he is some ultimate dramatic evil. the world is ridiculous! you have to forgive yourself! suck it green boy! 

7,567 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[carrotmakar]

first and foremost, a big thank you to @bopbopstyles for making this cute header for me!!! i am absolutely obsessed with it!!

hi!! wow this is crazy!! i’ve been on this site for a year now!! i wasn’t posting my writing yet when i created this account, it was purely for reading, but even then i had so much fun with everyone on here!! i really didn’t even expect to go anywhere with this account, i really just made it so that i could read fics that i found interesting and not have to continuously search for the authors each time i opened my browser. but now here i am, a year later, running a whole blog. it was extremely unexpected, but it’s been the ride of a lifetime and we’re just getting started!!

when i began this blog, i was completely focussed on tom holland and the mcu, but then i ran across some of the greatest people that i have interacted with on this site, and they slowly but surely filled my dash with harry styles content (hontent, if you will). they were tom blogs too, but they really liked harry as well. i was at the point in my life where i was still a harry fan, just less so. but it’s like right when i needed it the most, he came back into my life in full force. so, i began transitioning into a harry blog and before i knew it, i changed my url to be dedicated to him and everything.

i’d like to say a thank you to all the tom blogs that got me started on tumblr. you guys made me feel like i belonged on a website that i had no clue how to properly navigate. you welcomed me with open arms and i sincerely thank you for that. also a big thank you to all the blogs that, even if you don’t like harry that much, didn’t just up and leave whenever i changed my blog. (an even bigger thanks to those who didn’t block me haha). i love all of you to death and, even though i’m not completely tom focussed anymore, i still love each and every one of you and the content that you bring onto my dash.

also, thank you to all the people that run blogs that are focussed on shawn mendes. there aren’t many of you, but i love each and every one of you that have found my blog and stuck around!!! i love all of you guys so much!!

Another thank you to all of the people who have blogs dedicated to literally anyone else. there are some blogs that are obx, some that are harry potter, some that are focussed on hockey dudes, some that are mcu but not focussed solely on tom holland, some that are swiftie blogs, and so many more!!! i love all of you regardless of what your blog is about, even if you started off as a blog focussed on one person and shifted your focus to someone/something else!! 

now a thank you to the harries on this site. there’s a lot for me to thank each and every one of you for, but i’ll make it vague so that i don’t write twenty thousand words about why i’m so thankful for all of you. when i started moving from a tom blog to a harry blog, i was kinda scared. i was intimidated by the newness of everything. but every single one of you made me feel welcome in the community when i was terrified of not being accepted. now that i think back on it, it’s kinda crazy to me that i would ever think that. the harries that i interact with are some of the nicest people that i have ever had the pleasure of knowing. you guys have made me so, so happy over the past few months, and i cannot thank you guys enough for that. there are so many of you that have taken the time out of your day at some point in the past few months to say something nice to or about me, or to make sure that i’m doing okay. i love each of you endlessly for that. whenever i feel like nothing’s going great, i know that there are so many of you that will make me smile without even realizing it. i say a lot (including in this post lol) that harry came back into my life at what seemed to be the exact moment that i really needed him. but harry isn’t the only one that came into my life at that time, you guys did to. so yeah, thank you for that <33

i think it’s time to stop rambling because i’m trying my best not to cry over how amazing you guys are so yeah, there’s a little, itty bitty piece of my gratitude for all of you.

alright, i’m gonna tag my mutuals and yeah!! i’d like to say a big thank you to every single person that i’m about to tag because you’ve made my journey here so much better than i ever expected it to be!! some of you i just became mutuals with recently, and some i’ve been mutuals with for a while, but i love every one of you regardless!!

@bodejacketharry, @daddyvoldy, @niallsofficial, @glowunderthemoon, @fallinforstyles, @coveredinyourivy, @spendsmysantachange, @sweetteaswift, @burberryharold, @milfchrispine, @daysofgloryandlove, @taylorry, @fancyxparker, @calltothewild, @cloudystevie, @academia-harry , @taintedwonder, @its-marie, @sunflowers-styles, @wearethedreamrry, @5-seconds-of-mendes, @harryysstyless , @meetmeinfleetwood, @allyz, @goldenflickerx, @lonelyreputation, @thatkidwhodreams, @harry-styles, @fancyxholland, @fenty-styles, @mellowstyles94, @adoremp3, @pradaxstyles, @parker-barnes-af, @sleepybesson, @canyon-moan, @aquaticstyles, @froggystyles, @tbslenthusiast, @walkinyourainbowparadise , @sunkissedspidey, @emilykjh, @finestoflines, @outofsstyles, @harrysclementines, @helladirections, @greenorangevioletgrass, @havethetimeofyourstyles, @colaharry, @abundanceofsoph, @harryhoney-bee, @beardrry, @glimmerry, @meetmymouth, @wotamelonsugar, @zarriall, @duskholland, @guccixcoochie, @gucciwins, @gucci-hxrry, @ciggylungz, @uglypastels, @h0llandshalstead, @bfharry, @stellarboystyles, @theamazingtomholland, @peterplanet, @bopbopstyles, @berrynarrybanana, @ilovegolden, @fallinfortom, @tonguetiedholland, @t-holland2080, @parkeret, @softholand, @siennarossi, @reidingandwriting, @cunaeparker, @parkersbliss, @peeterparkr, @celestialblae, @spidey-sophie, @futurecherry, @marvelousell, @eeyore101247, @moonstruckholland, @yumings, @marvelousmain, @dreamytom, @worldoftom, @hsonesupremacy

i know that some of those listed are taking time off of tumblr for themselves, but i still wanted to include them <33 also, if i missed anyone, i am so sorry!!!! if we’re mutuals and i didn’t tag you, i still love you unconditionally!!!!

[rissynicole]

DTIYS Contest Winners!

I’m still reeling from how much love this DTIYS received, and so thankful for all the amazing people who participated, boosted, and sent me well-wishes following Parade’s 1,000th kudos. Once again, thank you so, so, so much.

I had an incredibly hard time picking winners for this. As in, I sat up in bed last night just clicking through them all, agonizing over which three to choose. They’re all so beautiful, and they all came from sweet, dear friends of mine. I had 10 entries and, more than anything, I just wanted to be able to award something to everyone. 

This is what I eventually decided I wanted to do: just as I said before, I will be choosing three winners, in no particular order. Those winners can request a 1,000—1,200 word one-shot. Anything they want, as long as I’m comfortable with it! However, for all other entries, if you give me a short prompt of your choice, I’ll write a drabble for you! (My drabbles usually go a tad over the usual 100 words).

Just to be clear, this is not a burden for me, and it is something I very much want to do for my friends. It might take me a hot minute to get through everything, but that’s only because I want to make sure I’m not rushing my writing. I’m going to tackle this by first DMing the winners to ask them what they would like me to write for them. Then, once those one-shots are done, I’ll start reaching out to the rest of the contestants to get their prompts.

Alright! I’m going to put this under the cut, because I got rambly. 

Without further ado, here are the winners! 

@kovablue 

(kovablue’s art)

Okay, I’ve absolutely not made it a secret that I adore your art, but I did not expect you to draw something for this DTIYS! Seeing my boys in your style almost made me choke up. They’re positively amazing. I can’t even narrow down what my favorite part of this drawing is. The composition, the colors, the way you drew the planet and galaxy in the background… it’s all so beautiful.

@cozymochi

(cozymochi’s art)

Cozy! I don’t even know what to say. You’ve been such a kind and supportive friend to me for so long. Also, your art is so amazing, it gives me heart palpitations. This one almost did me in lol. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t stop staring at it. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you 100% nailed the expressions on Zim and Dib. As in, you totally understood what I was thinking when I wrote that scene and drew it in the most beautiful way imaginable. I love it so much. 

@rllyaangrlly

(rllyaangrlly’s art)

Brit! My shitposting, zagr-loving, art-drawing, majestic buckaroo. Seeing your picture for this DTIYS seriously made my whole day. I love it to absolute pieces. Every time I zoom in to look at the boys’ faces, I want to start squealing. They look fantastic, and I still can’t get over how Dib’s legs are all pulled up to his chest. Poor guy has zero room in that ship. It’s incredible, and I am beyond grateful for your friendship. You’ve definitely made this fandom a wonderful place to be. 

Honorable Mentions

@0palite

(0palite’s art)

Opal! You were the first entry into this contest, and it really gave me the optimism I needed when I started to let my low self-esteem get the best of me. Seeing this scene drawn in your beautiful style really kept me going, and I absolutely adore it. Thank you so much for being so amazing.

@i-like-pink-lolzz

(i-like-pink-lolzz’s art)

Okay, I know you just drew yours for fun and not for the contest, but I really wanted to include you in the honorable mentions. I know that you really enjoyed Parade, and it really means the world to me. Your drawings, memes, and asks have been such a boon to my confidence lately, and I appreciate it all beyond words. You’re an incredible friend, Pink, and I am endlessly thankful for that.

@poppun-chan

(poppun-chan’s art)

I love seeing your art so much, Poppun. The way you drew the boys was positively adorable, and I’m still not over how soft and pretty the shading is. Thank you so much for drawing them and for being such an amazing friend.

@faithfulwhispers

(faithfulwhisper’s art)

Oh Faith, I’m absolutely in love with Zim and Dib in your style. You just have this way of making Dib look so sweet and charismatic, while Zim always manages to look like a smug little bastard. Even in this scene, you can see those traits shining through, and I think it only manages to add to the resounding message at the end of Parade that, with time and healing, things will be okay for them. This is such a beautiful picture, and your galaxy in the background is one of my favorites out of all the entries. Those shades of red are breathtaking. 

@reptile-ruler

(reptile-ruler’s art)

Your style is so amazing, and I still can’t get over it. The way you drew Zim’s and Dib’s expressions is so sweet, and I keep going back just to look at them. Absolutely lovely. And all the different shades of purple you used are gorgeous! It really makes yours stand out, and I love it so much.

@dana-chan-the-control-brain

(dana-chan-the-control-brain’s art)

I was seriously so thrilled to see that you drew this scene, Dana! I know you’ve been busy, both with fandom projects and irl stuff. It meant the world to me to see this scene in your style! I love the mix of colors you used in this. Seriously, that plum-purple color you used for the galaxy is my favorite color ever. And the way you drew Irk is gorgeous! The rings are perfect, and I think your interpretation of what it looks like is one of my all time favorites. Thank you so much, again. You’re such an amazing friend, and I don’t take that for granted. 

@ittybittybumblebee

(ittybittybumblebee’s art)

Bee! I remember following you ages ago, and seeing your art style change and grow is one of the most inspiring things on my dashboard. I can see your confidence increase, your characters get more and more expressive, and your color choices get more adventurous. This picture is so beautiful, I can’t even nail down just one thing that’s my favorite. The pops of bright colors, the soft shading! It’s all incredible! I love it so much. 

Thank you all, again, everyone. I can’t explain just how much it means to me that I have such amazing friends, readers, and people who fit both those two categories. You all mean the world to me, and I love you so much. 

[luvspence]

dandelions

a/n: i hate the winter! so let’s do a summer blurb

spencer reid x reader

synopsis: you and spencer are in a park on a summers day, picking at the dandelions

word count: 464 

master list

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you loved the sun

you loved basking in its warmth, you loved the way it made everything alive, you loved wearing sun dresses, you loved everything about it

and spencer loved seeing you happy

you and spencer were sitting on a blanket in the park, picking at the grass. spencer was eating a cookie while he rambled on about the grass

“about 1,400 species of grasses exist in the united states, grasses make up about 26% of the plant life on earth, and by weight, turfgrass is 75 to 80% water”

“interesting my love”

he got up and started to run toward another patch of grass, he came back with around 30 dandelions

“spencer reid what are you gonna do with those”

“you’ll see”

you started to peak at what he was doing, but he told you to look away and that it was a surprise. you figured he was gonna make some sort of paste or food for the wild life.

“i wanna roll down the hill spencer”

“y/n you’re allergies would be terrible and we’d have to dry clean your dress, not to mention you could be stung by a bee”

“a bee sting never hurt anyone”

“y/n your allergies to bees”

you huffed and got up and went behind spencer to try to sneak a peek at what he was doing, he noticed immediately

“y/n!”

“spencer i just wanna hug you” you said with pleading eyes, you indeed wanted to but you also wanted to see what he was doing

“close your eyes then”

you sat next to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, and your eyes were closed.

“that dress is very pretty y/n”

“thank you” you snuggled into his chest more

“you smell nice spence”

“did you know pheromones are actively involved in sexual attraction. upon release, they can stimulate arousal, desire, lust, even fertility”

“hmm so that’s why i’m attracted to you? because you smell good?”

he laughed

“not completely i hope”

you laughed and laid in his lap.

“y/n i’m done”

“can i open my eyes now”

“yeah sit up and then open your eyes”

you did so and saw a dainty dandelion crown in his hands

“awwwe is that for me?”

“of course my love”

he placed it on your head

“how does it look spencer?”

“perfect, absolutely perfect”

he kissed you, and when he drew away there was pollen on his forehead.

you started sticking the extra dandelions all in spencers hair, you were laughing, sticking the little yellow flowers in his brown curls

your smile in combination with the dandelion crown and sun dress made spencer melt, he pulled you into his arms, giving you a kiss on the top of your head

“i love you y/n”

“i love you endlessly spencer”

[captainjanegay]

Kasia’s Festival of Fondness - Holiday Edition ♥

It's super late on Christmas Eve (which is the most important day of holiday celebrations in Poland, just a fun fact dnsjjs) or early af on Christmas Day, depends how you look at it dhsjsj and I'm kinda in a food coma and having a beer with my brother. I've been thinking about doing this for a while and there's no time to share some love and affection than the Christmas times. So bear with my sappy self for a while, would ya?

This year sucked a lot. It's been the weirdest time all of us had to go through, it was filled with anxiety and worry and isolation. So now, more than ever, I'm so thankful to have so many incredible people in my life. People I've never actually met in my life but who make me so incredibly happy and brighten up every single one of my days. People who live miles and miles away but are somehow one of the closest ones to me. People whom I love deeply and meeting them was the best thing that happened to me. People who are going to get an incredibly sappy shoutout from me right now and will have to read through all my late-night, slightly-drunk but oh-so-sincere rambling. In no particular order, here we go:

@steverrogers

My sweetest Becky. I will forever cherish the day we first talked because it was a start of something beautiful. I love talking to you, you're such an amazing and interesting person, so smart and beautiful inside and out, so funny and supportive. Not one day passes without you making me smile by whatever lovely thing you say to me, by popping up on my dash or by popping up in my thoughts all of sudden (which happens a lot). You're so caring and sweet and 12 out of 10 times I don't know how to handle your sweetness. I love being able to help you with learning polish (and the fact that you're doing this is just so??? I'm in awe, this language is hell dhsjsj). I could talk to you for for hours or just sit in silence with you for hours and I'll look forward to the day you come to kidnap me :') I love you endlessly 💜✨💚

@hbalbat

I've said that already and I'm gonna say this again and again - you're such a ray of sunshine in the life of every person that has you in their life, Helena. You're so sweet and loving and you care so deeply about all your friends here. It's so amazing to see and being on the receiving end of your love and affection?? It's unreal 💚 I love hearing about your day or about your likes, dislikes or struggles. Even when the world feels overwhelming, you are always able to get up and face it and you're so much stronger than you let yourself believe. You're such a talented, artistic soul and I love you endlessly. You brought a smile to my face so many times and you were able to do this even when I was feeling so low and I'll forever be thankful for your bright and wonderful presence in my life. I love you so much, my sweet pumpkin.

@its-tortle

Luisa, my heart 💚 You are amazing and I'm in awe of you. You're such a beautiful force of energy, love and kindness and I'm always so incredibly happy when this force is directed towards me. You're such an incredible writer and every time you compliment my work I'm like "??? You say this is good but have you actually read your own writing?? How is this possible??". Your comments on my works make me cry real tears. And the card you've sent me? It's so sweet and I'll keep it forever, having something that you've actually held and wrote just for me is so great 💚 You have such a huge and loving heart and being your friend is an incredible privilege that I'll be grateful forever. Thank you for being so supportive and caring, you deserve all the good things in life and I love you to the moon and back 🥺💚

@buckybees

My loveliest Bee, you're so incredibly talented and both your fanarts and fanfics always makes me smile so much? You have the greatest ideas and I'm in awe of how creative and amazing your mind is. You are also so sweet and talking to you is always an absolute pleasure. And the fact that you're part polish makes me so happy? As you've once said, it's like we have this special connection and it's so amazing 💚 You're so nice and supportive and my heart always goes !!!! when you pop up in my notifs :') Having you as a friend makes me so happy and I can't wait for your card (even if it comes in July I'm gonna cry the happiest tears, just thinking that you've sent me one makes me so happy :')) 💚 you make me so happy and I love you loads 💚

@anna-wa

My lovely Anna 💚 I'm so so happy you're still puttin up with me even despite my fandom change and ironically (or not) I think we're now talking more than ever? And it makes me so happy? You're such an amazing person and I love hearing your thoughts and opinions. And you're also so caring and amazing. I've said this a milion times already but the day you've pointed out I probably have ADHD was life-changing and it really helped my mental well-being so much 🥺 You're amazing, talented and the best friend one could dream off. I love you so much and I hope only good things happen to you because you deserve all the happiness and softness the universe has to offer 💚 I love you a whole lot 💚✨

@farfromthstars

My sweet, amazing Pia 💚 you're one of my oldest friends on here and even though we don't talk as much as we used to you're in my thoughts a lot. You've always been nothing but amazing to me and I'll forever be in awe of all the kindness and affection I've gotten from you. I've became obsessed with so many things because (or thanks to, it depends dnsjjs) of you and I love how many of our interests align. I'm so proud of you and you're all of my all-time fave authors, you're so talented :') You're like an older sister I always wanted to have dhsjsj 💚 I love you so much and as messy as the 1d fandom can be, I'll forever be grateful that it brought us together :')

@ziallerslouve

Annika, my sweetheart! 💚 We don't talk as much as we used to but you're still one of my favourite people on here. I love that we can go for months without talking or interacting in any way but then we just go back to where we were and just catch up without any awkwardness (and for my weird af communication skills - or lack of thereof - it's the most comforting thing? 🥺). We have so much in common and I love that you always get me so well 💚 You're so great and it's so amazing to have you as a friend 💚

@mysterious-marvel

Milly, my sweetest! Every time I see you on my dash it puts the biggest smile on my face! You're so talented and sweet and I love and cherish every single interaction we have 💚 You're so supportive and incredible and beautiful inside and out, I'm so happy I've joined the marvel fandom and was able to meet you 💚

@metalbvcky

Mandy, you precious soul! 💚 We didn't talk as much but I love you so much? You're so sweet and kind and you always brighten up my dash. And the fact that you decided to organise a secret Santa event to brighten up this hell of a year is just so amazing! You have a huge and beautiful heart and I adore you so much. Also I'm soooo excited to read "Mercury in Retrograde"?? It sounds so incredible and since you're an amazing writer I know I'll love it :')

@sexiestvampirevictim

Lidia, you're an ethereal creature and I still don't know what have I done for you to bless my life with your presence. I love you so much and your continuing support means everything to me 💚 You're wonderful and amazing and nobody gets my uni struggles as well as you do fjsjsj you always make sure that I won't bury myself in a hole of uni-related self-hatred and I really wish things could be better for you but knowing that I'm not alone is really reassuring :') 💚 you're an unstoppable force and you can conquer the world (and you should tbh, it would be such an incredible place if you did) and I love you as much an many there are stars in the sky

@christmascap

Lauren, my love! I'm still in awe that you're following me, you're like the cool, popular mutual I've had and always admired from afar but then you started talking to me and I'm not sure what to do now? You're so talented and your edits and ficlets are so heartbreakingly good. I can't understand why they don't get more attention because there just so beautiful and everyone should see them. And you're such a warm and kind person, you're always so sweet to your followers and I bet you're so much fun to be around irl :') I know that no matter what obstacles the world throws your way, you're able to overcome them all. I love you loads and while I'm still kinda nervous while talking you (I don't even know why!! You're such a sweetheart! 💚) I wanted you to know that I adore you so much 💚💚

@hufflepufsh

Huffy, my little angel! You're also one of my favourite friends on here and even if were basically in completely different fandoms rn, I'm so thankful that you're in my life! We can go without talking for ages and they we just pop up into each others Inbox and declare our undying love and I think it's beautiful?? You're so amazing and we've known each other for so long and you're like a constant in my life and every time I see you on my dash it makes me so happy, even if I have no idea what you're blogging about dhsjsj I lava you and I'll give you everything 💚💚

@lepetitcomte

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My most wonderful Mum 💚 I love you and I'd die for you. I suck at maintaining conversations but I think about you a lot. And I mean like a lot. I always send good vibes your way and when you feel a random warmness in your heart it's my vibes finally making it across the ocean. You're so incredibly smart and you've always been so supportive and kind and wonderful to me. Even when we don't talk I'm eternally grateful you're a part of my life. You've gotta piece of my heart and being your daughter is an honour I have no idea how I deserved 💚

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Also a huge shout-out to @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore @hannah-stagram @ceilingventclintbarton @lifeishell @reedstorm @justice-for-plums @samrhodey for being literal angels and brightening my dash with their presence and brightening my life with every single interaction we've ever had :') 💚💚

I'm probably forgetting so many people and I'm so sorry for that. It's been so long since I've started writing it in my notes and my brain power is getting low fjsjsj I love and cherish every single mutual and every single follower I have no matter if we ever interacted or not. You all make me so happy and you make my days so much more bearable. The unbelievable amount of love and support I've gotten from you warms my heart and it's going to make me burst one day :') thank you for putting up with me through this post and through every single day, I'm in awe you still follow this mess of a blog and continue to give me your affection and love. I love you endlessly 💚💚💚