#blessed day for y’all. here’s my love and support.

[spliffymae]

rapper!onyankopon.

just some head canons i have.

in my head im imagining a blend of dave and fridayy, where he can sing as well (he got variety!). same universe as my musicproducer!connie fic but reader is not famous here, as opposed to w/ connie’s. (lol i gave her a last name too—davis.) in my mind, im picturing ony from the uk and connie from ny.

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rapper!ony who first pops up on the scene in a music video of his friend connie’s song. he wasn’t featured on the track, but rather just in the background getting hype with everyone else.

but y’all know how the girlies get when a fine black man/woman/person start trending.

rapper!ony who wasn’t shy about his craft, but just wasn’t big on social media. his agent hated it, he loved it. he simply released music, let people know, and then went about his business.

rapper!ony was trending and although he didn’t take this as an opportunity to get in his social media bag, his best friend, musicproducer!connie did!

rapper!ony who goes from a couple thousand people knowing what he does to over a million people screaming his lyrics at they’re phones on tiktok in ONE night.

“bro, you can’t even get mad at me gang!” connie yelled from his shower. ony was sitting outside, accosting his friend for what he did. “you said you didn’t care what happened to the project!”

“but tell me if you gon post it and make it a whole thing, nigga damn!” ony yelled back.

rapper!ony who now has to adjust to his quickly rising popularity. he has yet to know the number of artists looking for a feature; and he doesn’t know that he secretly has some of these industry boys shaking in their boots because where the hell he come from?

no, rapper!ony is too busy focusing on whyyy they’re a million fan edits of him across tiktok and instagram. clips of him from his streams, connie’s videos, and his other friend’s content.

ony groans as connie’s message banner pops up on his phone, the message being a link to a tiktok. when he clicked it, it was a fan edit of him using his song ‘when it comes to you’. “bro, who keeps sending these to you, man?!” ony exclaimed. connie heard it from his room and snickered.

rapper!ony who had to adjust to being the attention at these red carpet events. he usually just walked behind connie and his girl, along with the rest of the entourage but now he is getting stopped for photographs.

there’s nothing like listening to music live. so rapper!ony puts on a fake smile and pushes through the crowded carpet to get inside. he waves to people he’s worked with, artists, and fans who called out to him. all so he can hear some music.

he sees connie holding hands with his girlfriend, both of them making goofy faces at the cameras. he softly smiles at the couple, but before he could make way, connie somehow senses him and turns to him “ony! ven aquí!” damn!

rapper!ony who doesn’t expect much from the awards show. just to go, support connie, and go home. he was nominated,yeah, but he was also in the category with some of the most popular artists right now…so he wasn’t feeling all that confident.

rapper!ony who is shocked as shocked can be when his name is called from the podium for best new artist.

“F**CK YEAH!” connie yelled, jumping up from his seat along with his girl and the rest of the table—aran, zora, jean, armin, and mikasa.

rapper!ony who walks up on stage with connie who is still screaming from excitement.

“uhhh, i’m not gonna lie, mans weren’t expecting to win still.” ony laughed, running a hand over his fresh waves. the audience laughed with him.

“first i would like to thank God, the most high who has blessed me with this amazing opportunity. i want to thank my people for having my back; connie—this man,” ony pointed behind him to connie, who was full out filming the moment on his phone.

“who told me on a random day when we were cleaning out our college dorm room that if we made a project together we would be the new heartthrobs of the generation. connie i thank you for being you; having my back and working alongside me. my brother for life, that is.” connie screamed, and so did his girlfriend from the audience as the claps poured in.

“and finally, i want to thank my heart in human form. the woman who made all of this possible, y/n davis. she don’t like the attention so im gonna hear bout this name drop when i get home. but babes, i love you, and thank you for being my rib. i owe you the world and more. and to her parents, thank you for my better half. thank you lot again. love!” ony raised his hand with the award, smiling and waving to the crowd and cameras as he walked to the back.

meanwhile, across the country, cuddled up in her bed was y/n, who was watching the award show before going to sleep. she had expressed to ony she wasn’t too sure about going, not liking the cameras and attention. he reassured her it was okay because there wasn’t any way he would be winning with who else was in the category.

so…safe to say when you saw your boyfriend on the stage with the award in his hand, you could not contain your shock and excitement. you jumped out of bed screaming and quickly getting to your phone camera to record the tv. squeals and “yeah baby” was all you could say as he gave connie his thanks.

but then… when you heard him say your name, for everyone around the world to hear, everything just turned to shock as your phone fell from your frozen hands, still recording. you were stunned. he said your name. your government name. on national television.

“ONY!!!”

[callsignangel]

domestic life w/ baby daddy! neteyam x a metkayina! mate - part two

warnings: fluff, neteyam being a great dad <3 in this series neteyam is about 24/25 (so, an ADULT) which i forgot to mention in my first post. if you're concerned or confused, please reference my statement regarding this series here. requested by anon <3 ↳ “i need more baby daddy neteyam but with a son. like maybe he admires how close his wife and son are yk mother-son bond,”

i’m not super happy w/ these but i hope y’all enjoy regardless <3

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neteyam had 3 other siblings growing up and he wanted the same for your daughter, so naturally you have more children together because the more the merrier

your second child was a son

fun fact, your daughter has 4 fingers like neytiri, but your son came out with 5 like jake. neteyam is thrilled that both of his kids are healthy and have these connections to his parents

but most importantly, they both remind him of you and how amazing and strong you are

neteyam still wears his baby carrier while he’s doing housework or cooking just so he can have his son close

your daughter’s first word was dada (not surprising)

he would watch you with both kids, telling your daughter stories of metkayina warriors before bed and singing na’vi lullabies to your son

he loves the bond you have with your kids. you teach them the importance of being a strong warrior and being fierce, but also to be kind and help those around you. to protect pandora and it’s wildlife, the oceans and the forest and to have a deep connection with eywa.

his daughter tends to gravitate towards him, but your son is a complete mama's boy. just the sweetest big happy family

now that your daughter is older, she likes to sleep with you guys in your bed

sometimes he’ll wake up in the night and he’ll see you with the baby

it makes his heart swell watching you softly sing to him and rock him back and forth

you guys take turns waking up to care for the crying baby. sometimes he sleeps through it, but there’ll be moments where you get up to go but neteyam’s already there

he cradles that little boy in his arms and this man ALWAYS makes sure he supports their neck/heads

he’s bouncing him softly and humming to lull him back to sleep

he carves out toys for his kids from driftwood found on the beaches of awa’atlu

threatens to take away said toys when your kids get fussy about eating their vegetables

neteyam is a frequent napper now, you’ll always find your baby boy on his chest and your baby girl cuddled up on his side - all sound asleep.

they both grow up way too fast but he wouldn’t have it any other way. he’s glad you stayed by his side through it all and that you’ve blessed him with two gorgeous children

we love baby daddy neteyam <3

extra:

kiri is the spiritual crystal loving wine aunt

lo'ak is the funcle

tuktirey is the cool aunt who'll colour with them but also sneak them alcohol

jake is the military grandpa who start's every sentence with "back in my day," or "back where i come from," and falls asleep everywhere all the time, gives unsolicited parenting advice lol

neytiri is the one who spoils all of her grandchildren the most, always has cute little gifts for them and brings them candy

[call-sign-shark]

Happy New Year!

Here we are, last day of the year. I wish everyone a new year better than the preceding one, filled with love, success, good health and happiness.

This has been a weird year for me, swinging between successes and failures. Despite the bad things, I still consider myself incredibly lucky for my good health and my incredible family/so without whom I’ll be nothing. 2023 has also been the year I made the best internet decision of my life: Actively writing for the Peaky Blinders fandom. Not to sound too cheesy, but the friends I’ve made here make me also feel lucky to exist. Y’all can’t imagine how much you have helped me through bad times — and still do. Opening this app has become a part of my routine that genuinely makes my life better. Your love, your support, your comments, reblogs for Heaven in Your Eyes are a blessing that I am grateful for every day. Sometimes I feel I’m not giving the love back properly, but know that you are genuinely important to me. Thank you so much. Please stay with me for 2024 and more, because you are pure souls. 🖤

Below you’ll find the game @zablife tagged me in, which is what I wish to me for this new year.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

You Stop My Heart (pt.1)

Pairing: Elvis x Black! Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N age 19, manages to make her way onto the louisiana hayride. Elvis Isn’t the only one who can cause a visceral reaction in the crowd. When he sees her, his heart stops.

Warnings: In future chapters, there will be heavy talk of race issues. Anxiety? 50s!Elvis (yes, i do consider that a warning). Nothing really in this chapeter.

A/N: Y’all don’t even know how im about to drag you through the weeds with this series! Happy reading!

Part 2

November 6, 1954

Nervous isn't the right word to describe how you're feeling right now; your heart is in your ass. It all started as a silly joke between you and your friend Mackenzie, who you dubbed 'Sister Mack' or sometimes just 'Mack.' Sister Mack and her family were the only white people that gave you the time of day.

You had been singing since you could form words. Everyone in the neighborhood was sure to let you know you had the loveliest voice around, and your mama had always been so supportive. She'd encourage you to sing to your heart's content. That's how you met Mack, around fifteen or so. She said she'd never heard someone sound so good.

Mack played the guitar and would often join you whenever you sang, adding an alluring melody to your vocals.

When she introduced you to her family, they were more accepting than you would've thought. 'Ma and pop' treated you like one of their own and supported you just as much as your folks.

Her brother, Greg, a tall, twenty-two-year-old, rambunctious man with fluffy brown hair and striking green eyes, had a love for percussion that you couldn't even begin to understand. He had no rhythm; half the time, he was just making noise on that drumset. Bless him. Eventually, you taught him how to play in time. That's when he joined you and Mack.

Valerie and Angel were Mack's older sisters. A sweet set of twins who absolutely adored you. They were great at harmonizing and loved the style of music you introduced them to. Over the next four years, the five of you managed to make it onto a local radio station. You wanted a heftier challenge though.

So here you all sit, about to shit yourselves. What you were about to do hasn't been done before. A black woman, or any black person for that matter, in a place like this? Unheard of. The strings your and Mack's family had to pull to get your name on the list were the only reason you hadn't hightailed it out of there.

Would you be throttled off the stage? Arrested? You didn't have a clue, but this was your only chance to advance in this business. All the money (and begging) spent to get to this point wouldn't go to waste.

"You guys ready?" Mack asks, "Sister Mack, I-I feel like I'm gon' drop. I-Is it hot in here? I'm burnin' up." You stammer out. She lets out a nervous chuckle, "It's just nerves, Y/N. We're gon' do fine." You nod your head in an attempt to convince yourself that she's right. You had gained a spot on the Louisiana Hayride, now was not the time to get cold feet.

Before your act, there was another. Some white boy in a suit that looked about two times too large; he wore eyeliner, and his hair had been slicked to perfection, save for the few strands that fell in his face. The thin layer of sweat that adorned his browbone and his heavy breathing let you know that he, too, was scared shitless.

The host introduced him as Elvis Presley. This 'Presley' boy expressed gratitude for being here with a painful stutter and a wavering voice. A few snide remarks are made, followed by chuckles here and there. You look away, disinterested, thinking he would be another country singer. You couldn't be more wrong. He starts playing; the song begins slow, his voice low and bouncy. "Oh baby, baby, baby..." You're uninterested again, just like that. But then the tempo shifts to something more upbeat.

You sit up a bit, brows raising and eyes widening as he bellows out, "Well... you may go to college, you may go to school, you may have a pink Cadillac, but don't you be nobody's fool." You don't even hear the rest; all you see is a man wiggling his hips in a way that sets a warm feeling deep in your belly. It feels wrong. Traditionally, people stay seated at these shows, not while he's up there. Women left and right pop up out of their seats, shamelessly forgetting about their boyfriends. Screams start as one and become many, soon filling the room.

His movements are nothing new to you, but his charisma sure is. You look on in amazement. The man in front of you makes your heart flutter, and as you look a little closer, you realize he's just so pretty. You wonder if he'd think the same of you. "Fat chance," You mumble out. Greg, somehow, hears you, "What do ya mean, Y/N?"

You don't want him to know you've been ogling too, "uh...how are we s'posed to top that? It's just a fat chance, is all." Val speaks up, "It ain't a competition, Y/N. Show a lil' gumption, and all eyes will be on you."

You shake your head with a smile, "I don't think gumption will save me this time, Val." Mack chimes in, "worked for that white boy, didn't it?" This makes you laugh, "fair enough, Mack, fair enough." Soon, Elvis finishes his set; he and his crew exit the stage. As they make their way back, he glances at you, eyes widening just a hair.

You don't even notice, too focused on battling your nerves. The host speaks up again, "Woo! Quite a show, huh, ladies? Alright, Well...next, we've got Y/N L/N and the Sound Of The South!"

The first to walk on is Greg, then sister Mack, then Val and Angel. Lastly, you grace the stage. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop. As you look out over the crowd, you see a mix of confusion, interest, and disgust. You don't let it phase you. You step up to the mic and take a deep breath.

Alright, here we go.

Taglist: @dumpsterhippie @tacozebra051 @prayerstopresley @pennyroyalcreep @18lkpeters @misspresley @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @dkayfixates @powerofelvis @presleyenterprise

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

my thoughts on the finale

I got my soda and Doritos lesgo 

*sees the episode title* oh no

Praying for Lokius canon

Oh Jesus Christ this is about to fuck me up for the rest of the month

Oh Victor-

LOKIIIII

MOBIUS BABY

spaghetti?

Spaghetti.

That music???

Why are we doing Beethoven 

Mobius is so confused bless this baby

Tom is just vibing

Minutes???

Skin?

LOKI LMFAO

Oh that’s creepy

OB YOURE SO CUTE

ITS PERFECT

Loki knows too much

Mobius control your little pet

Loki really took centuries to learn this

He just winked at timely, how is timely still living 

Smort Loki

AWww Loki is so cute

Awww Mobius 

SMOOCH

“What the shit are you doing” god things baby you wouldn’t understand

OH SUPPORTIVE LOKI

where was Loki when I was actively suicidal

Timely please you can do it

You’re doing so good honey

Hurry before you fuckin die

HE DID ITTTTT

OH LOKI IS SO EXCITED

MY HEART

OH VICTOR

*audible insanity noises*

WIZARD-

OH LOKI WOULD BE SUCH A GREAT FATHER/MOTHER TO THISE BOYS IF MÖBIUS’S

Uh oh

This is bad

Oh Loki is about to go mad

Oh Sylvie hello wife

Say something to your bitch ass husband Loki

Oh Victor no-

He’s just ready for death

THAT FACE

wait why are we here

Don’t do that

DINT DO THAT

IF YOU FALL IN LOVE I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING SHIT MYSELF THIS IS A THREAT

Sylvie can stab me any day

SHUT THE FUCK UP

WHY ARE YOU TEMPTING FATE VICTOR

DONT OPEN A VEIIIIIIN

FREEEEEZE YOUR BRAINNNNN

don’t do any of this

Stop trying

oh plot twist

Lover boy???

Shut the fuck up HWR. I’ll fucking kill you myself.

He’s such a bitch I partly love him and partly hate him.

sir why are you a poet

I feel like they didn’t even try with Sylvie’s outfit. Her hair isn’t supposed to be a middle part in this era

We’re getting a lot of info 

But those people aren’t easy to rebuild

Haha pun

I’m gonna kms if Sylki does anything major again 

HA MAJOR

A PUN

What if you just… got rid of all corrupted Kang variants? That’s what the TVA should be for. Preventing war, by surveying the timeline for variants who wish to start a war.

Offer him his husband and he’ll accept.

Part of me goes “kill her to protect Lokius” and the other says “no my baby-”

MOBIUS

HES BACK

someone’s got a hold of the set list

Story time!!!

This feels personal

Mobius was that you

Oh dear

OH MY GOD

CHEEK KISS PLEASE :)

MOBIUS NO

VERITY NO

SYLVIE NO-

if y’all have a romance moment I will murder everyone

Don’t get closer

Stop this

Stop

Please

This isn’t fun

Oh my god Sylvie I love you but shut up

Oh great

Chanting for the cheek kiss please and thanks

Why the smile?

Where are you going?

Oh no

OH NO

looking at the two people he loved stop hurting me

OH NO THE SMILE

MOBIUS IS PANICKING IM PANICKING

(Will be reblogging with part two)

[kithtaehyung]

hii ryen, thank u for blessing us with ur storytelling! i been re-reading the 3tan series and finished the seven days prologue. i appreciate your writing and listened to the 3tan audio commentary recently. it was so sweet to hear about your thought and writing process too. you inspire me! i rly enjoy to write too and been wanting to write my first fic but its been hard. i have the idea clear in my head and started writing but executing it has been difficult for sure. i get too into the descriptions and ur audio gave me good tips on how to cut down on that. anygays, grateful for u and ur work. pls lmk if i can support anything else ur working on ~ wether on tumblr or beyond. 💝💝💝 much love to you!

oh my gosh, hello! i’ve seen you in notifs for awhile, it’s nice to hear from you🥳 both of those works are special to me so I’m happy to keep working on them hehehe

also! the audio commentary neeeeeds to make a comeback! one of these days i’ll make time to plan out when i can record each one (since they aren’t short.. it usually takes around 3 hours total to do everything - recording, checking, snipping, etc.) so i will definitely need a good chunk of time to dedicate. but i wanna do it just in case it continues to help other writers, too!

less is more👍 you got this! rooting for you on your writing journey. just have fun with it and write what you are excited to put on a page. people will be able to tell, from my personal experiences🙂‍↕️

you’re so sweet! honestly you being here is already wonderful. but i can say that y’all sending asks and/or reblogging fics/commenting with thoughts are what make this space. it’s what truly helps bc then i’ll know what people like, what they look forward to, etc. silence is the quickest way to lose a lot of motivation😅 so that would be something else, too?

[middlenamesage]

I’m flattered by the asks I’ve been receiving these last few days. And I love that it started happening during the Aquarius Moon this month, as my North Node is Aquarius, and I’m definitely looking to move more in a direction of supporting community however I can.

Fun fact though: I’m actually more of an astrology teacher than I am a chart reader. I do continue to welcome asks on different kinds of charts, from natal, to different types of transit charts, to synastry (solar returns aren’t even my specialty!). And the best questions for me are more specific ones. Especially if I’m gonna be having asks coming in more frequently and might not have time to devote to a mini analysis for a whole chart.

However, I believe that the most fulfilling way for me personally to support community when it comes to the astrological community, is to teach. For me, astrology has been a personal tool that I’m so grateful I learned for myself and can apply to my own spiritual journey. I believe this is a big part of why astrology has been spiritually healing for me, whereas most healing practices or insights that were delivered by a practitioner (particularly 6th house practitioners part of the mainstream medical system) were harmful or just not helpful.

I love the idea of assisting people one on one to a place in their astrology education where they feel confident enough about both knowing the information, and being in relationship with the Universe, that they can produce their own astrological insights in the context of experiences in their own lives. I do have a small amount of experience with teaching, as around a year ago, I gained a couple students from Twitter that I was giving weekly or every couple weekly one-one-one lessons via webcam to. (And I’ve taught a friend irl fairly in depth.) I think my students have had fun with me because it’s been a little bit like having a personal astrologer for them to keep coming back to… but my objective is to show them the process in how I reach the insights, and how they can start to reach insights by themselves.

Anyway, I’m starting to think it’s time to “open up the books” again with my astrology teaching. 💡 This is something I did free of charge with my first go around, as money is not in any way my motivation with this pursuit. An energetic exchange is important though, so doing this in the future, my policy is that I’d be willing to discuss whatever budget is realistic for someone, and also willing to discuss a trade if you sell any of your own services of products.

This isn’t yet my official advertisement and I’m not yet officially opening the books. Life feels quite chaotic (even though I feel blessed for my current spiritual mindset), so I’m going to need to wait at least until after this upcoming eclipse to put any teaching endeavors forward into motion again. And still at that point, I envision that I’ll only take on two students at a time, and might need a waitlist, as I’m feeling behind in other areas of my life, and it is really important for me to have the time and energy to give my best to anyone I’m teaching.

I’m intentionally not putting any hashtags on this post because my followers are people who already naturally saw something in me that resonated with them, without getting a reward for it, so y’all deserve to be the ones aware of this upcoming chance. If any of you find yourselves with questions about this or already find yourself thinking this is something you’d like to do, please let me know here as it will help me to assess my specific goals and plans moving forward with teaching again.

Cheers 🌞

[picklebunbun]

Heyyy, I'm here for a request, platonic because I just think I'm extremely cute for not doing it!

Could you do a Flippy/Fliqpy with their lesbian best friend and reader who, as a very arrogant and childish but sweet and kind personality, was forcefully married to a really violent man for years by her parents because they can't accept that she likes girls

Flippy/Flipqy + comphet lesbian! Reader hcs

❁

———————༻☁︎︎✿☁︎︎༺———————

hcs or oneshot/series: headcanons

fem! reader, feminine terms, you/yours pronouns

genre: pretty angsty, but there is fluff dw

romantic/platonic?: platonic

fandom: happy tree friends

cw: domestic abvs3/viol3nc3, homophobia, mentions of bruises, misogyny which causes reader to get physically ass@ulted

(angel’s note🪽: aghh ! I’m sorry for not responding to y’all’s requests for so long,, I have to practice this thing for english since english isn’t my mother tongue, btw the scenario is last btw. This request is actually pretty sad, AND I LOVE IT !! Anyways, enough talking, here)

~~~

Flippy hc’s

at first, when he saw you, he honestly thought you were a bit egotistical. It was until he actually took the chance to meet you that he realized how sweet you were

you are such a hoy to be around, in the whole god-forsaken town he could actually be around you when he goes into a violent killing spree, and he always sees that your safe

when you said you were a lesbian he was very supportive, even asking if you had a girlfriend or a wife

though, when he asked that question you seemed to be a bit anxious

you admitted that you had a husband, but it wasn’t like you were actually in love with him, your parents just set you up with him because, well, they just don’t like the fact that you’re a lesbian

coming out to them was a hellish experience, it made it hard to actually trust anyone with your secret

don’t get me wrong, Flippy was extremely confused, like why would you marry a man if you don’t even like them? It was only when you explained to him why and what comphet was

over a period of time, he saw you patch yourself up, everytime it was something different, whether it’d be your wrist, eye or your whole neck and collarbone

it was an understatement to say that he was worried, it didn’t take long to figure out the situations you found yourself with your husband

he was extremely mad, you has to physically stop him from murdering your husband (bless your heart because I would’ve let him end the bastard in a heartbeat). You were like a little sister, you mean so much to him, it’s scary to think that one day the son of a [can’t say bad words] would go too far and you’d be 6 feet under

it’s okay though because when you finally can’t take it anymore, he’ll always have a weapon ready ⁂ (or he’ll call the police idk)

~~~

Flipqy hc’s

actually injures your husband, like not even joking

he sees him as a enemy so he’ll treat him like an enemy

stops only if you forcefully push him off, but no one can escape Flipqy, so just be prepared when he comes into your house and you see a dead corpse next to you

you are so tooth-rottenly nice, why would anyone hurt you. The only ones who would hurt you are apathetic blood-sucking psychopaths (which could be Flipqy but he actually likes you so)

your childlike personality kind of freaked him out, it was like dealing with a little kid. Flipqy wasn’t that good around kids, his system is only “kill or be killed”

maybe it was just a cover from the burden you carry on your back but it’s not like it was your fault, besides, it shouldn’t even bother him

Flipqy got some time getting used to you especially with your cockiness, he thought you were annoying at first, maybe he attempted to stab you, maybe not, idk

but when he finally trusted you, he made it his mission to protect you. Since Flipqy only knows about the war he basically saw you as a comrade, someone actually worth protecting

~~~

scenario:

italics: thinking, bold: yelling

this situation made you way nervous than you should’ve been. You were about to come out to your best friend. You were a lesbian, you have been for a long time, marrying men just didn’t appeal to you when you were younger and it definitely didn’t interest you as you got older. Your parents on the other hand didn’t like the fact that you were showing interest in other girl, they said “in order to be a proper lady, you have to marry a man”, what a joke.

You wanted to meet for coffee, just to get out of the house. It was so scary being around your husband. Some days, you don’t know if he’ll outright choke you or break a chair from how angry he gets.

“hey, [name]!”

“oh! hi flippy!!”

You ran up and hugged him, he embraced your tackled by hugging you back

“didn’t you want to talk about something? You sounded a bit nervous on the phone..”

“uhh, ya! let’s sit down”

You bit your lip, you were stressing out, obviously, Flippy wouldn’t judge but it was that 1% of doubt in your brain that made you think otherwise. You fiddled with your fingers

“did you already order for us?”

“huh? Oh! Yeah I did! I’m just great like that”

Flippy chuckled, you returned that gesture with a warm smile, but then it immediately changed into a frown

“something’s on your mind.. what is it?”

you exhaled, Flippy straightened his posture, it must’ve been something important

“I know you said that you’d never judge me… so.. there’s something I have to get off my chest. I am a lesbian, I like girls, wlw, and I knowthatitmightbewrongbutIjustcan’thelpit-“

“-woah woah calm down, the only part I caught was the fact that you were a lesbian”

“.. yes.. I am, I’m just a bit scared that you won’t accept me just because-“

“what? That’s crazy, I don’t care what sexuality you are! I’m not even the one dating you, it shouldn’t matter”

Those were the words you were you waiting to hear. You didn’t have to worry about it anymore

“so, do you have a girlfriend yet?”

~~~

[ladyelissarose]

Hey y’all!

So I wanted to come here and apologize about my recent absence. I try to post here and there and keep up, but I got college sending me everywhere even before I start lol.

My first day of college is on the 28th, and as my new chapter begins there, we’ll have a few changes here. I will open up my ask-box, but I’ll be responding when I get the chance. And I’m mostly going to be answering questions or comments if y’all have some, I appreciate either to be honest. They make me smile and feel grateful.

As far as requests, I’ll be probably doing blurbs or headcannons, since they are a bit shorter to write- it’ll be that way until I’m able to settle down a bit then I’ll let y’all know about asking for one-shots (one-shots are my fav tbh) but either way, know I’ll be putting my heart into your requests and deliver my very best.

Responses can be quick or slow, it depends my friends. But either way I won’t let it slide or forget about them at all. Please be patient with me.

I’m very grateful to tears for all my friends here, you guys are the best, beautiful and talented people I know. I’ve come this far with y’all and I can’t thank you enough for inspiring me in different ways. I appreciate the talks, comments, funny things we send- they all want my heart when I get to see it. Y’all mean the world to me.

And as for my followers…. Y’all welcome home!! Ahhh you guys I’m grateful for the follow and support!! Make yourself comfortable here as we grow bigger for better. Feel free to send a message or ask, I’m up for answering reasonable questions or for a talk when y’all need it. Even to listen, I’m there too🤍

Likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated. Please do this to others as well and support everyone. They work very hard to bring such incredible content to y’all, and to be honest, I get through my days because of a lot of it. So please, be kind, respectful, and helpful to grow their fandoms and work progress.

Bless you all, and I love you all very very much.

(I cried while writing this.)

🫶🏼❤️🌻

[werewolfashton]

2022 writing evaluation

darling @igarbagecannotevenoteven tagged me to do this, honestly unbelievable, thank you megs <3 your answers were so interesting btw!!

i’ll also include all my works in this bc i haven’t written much in 5sos this year lmao. the other stuff can mainly be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/villainous_intentions

number of stories posted on ao3: 4 for 5sos, 20-30 in other fandoms, mainly stranger things (this is such a vague number bc i’m including drabbles)

word count posted for this year: ~53.332

fandoms i wrote for: 5sos, stranger things, the iliad/tsoa, [redacted]

pairings: lashton (2), malum (1), ot4 (1), harringrove (like 20+ and some platonic pairings), patrochilles (1), [redacted]

story with the most kudos/bookmarks/comments: for 5sos it’s but underneath we had a fear of flying in all regards

for other fandoms in kudos and bookmarks it’s don’t that man look pretty and in terms of comments: i was far too scared to hit him, but i would hit him in a heartbeat now and into the deep

work i’m most proud of and why: i’m really proud to have written 4k in one sitting for a wild and an untamed thing, and really all i wrote for the harringrove harvest probably

work i’m least proud of and why: ngl i really don’t like any of my 5sos fics very much except maybe the 2 song fics and some horror aspects so

share or describe a favorite review you’ve received: i got and still get so much love for one of my drabbles for st, those always make me smile and then recently i got the funniest review of my life tbh but that stays between me and the unfortunate souls that have my insta

a time when writing was really, really hard: the only time writing was not hard was during the writing challenges in june and october. or well it was still hard but i was putting out words like an insane person anyway. blessed days.

a scene or character you wrote who surprised you: still surprised to be writing in the first place. certainly wrote a lot of stuff towards the end of the year that i did not expect. wrote about a shitload of trauma. OH i wrote crack. did not expect to be able to do that. 

a favorite excerpt of your writing: i mostly like some of the one liners in my fics and this is one of them from into the deep end: "Fear spreads through [Steve] and he rushes forward, half expecting a monster in the middle of the bed, but when he moves behind the others to look into the room he stops as well. It’s not a monster, not really. At least he doesn’t think so. 

It’s just a mullet wearing asshole that’s supposed to be dead."

and i wrote this baby of drabble that’s one of my fav pieces of writing idk i struggled with this point of the review

how did you grow as a writer this year? i have become more open to just writing what i want. especially recently i’ve stopped really caring? like i still look at numbers too much but at least i write what i like now. i’ve also started writing longer works (at least sort of)

how do you hope to grow next year? i wish i had more time to write which isn’t really something i can force so i think i’m just hoping to not care about statistics as much. as to writing itself i wanna just expand my vocabulary.

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)? alright so, idk. i often feel very uncomfy speaking to people about my fic bc i think i annoy them and they only put up with it. i certainly have some lovely people who have been supportive (like em) and have been kind enough to beta for me (e.g. helen) and especially noah has been helping me with ideas. but yeah overall idk i shy away from talking about my fic bc it just ends up making me feel bad. thus i think the only overall actually very positive influence was the stranger things fandom, lovely feedback, actual engagement with fics, all that stuff has been helpful.

anything from real life show up in your writing this year? haha. y’all don’t need to know how much i projected this year thanks!

any new wisdom you can share with other writers? stop! fucking! looking! at! the! stats!

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year? @pixiegrl birthday fic. like 30 harringrove drafts. much [redacted]. we shall see though i’m trying not to stress myself

tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: aight idk what’s going on here anymore so i’ll leave this as it is

[transhuman-priestess]

Did I ever tell y’all about the absolute nightmare that my bottom surgery was?

Well buckle up, homestuck, because this is gonna get fucked up!

So basically if you’re still with me from the Before Times, I kinda disappeared after getting the ol’ snip n flip. That wasn’t the reason, I was just so busy with other stuff I kinda just fell off tumblr.

Firstly, they made me lose 70 pounds, more than 20% of my body weight. A week before surgery the surgeon emails me to check in on my weight loss. I tell her I’m still 10 pounds over. She says they might have to cancel my surgery but send some pictures so she can see.

After taking a couple of borderline-cheesecake photos for my doctor, she sends me an email saying I “look fine”.

Prior to surgery I’m given a very stern lecture that if I have any complications, any at all, I am to contact the surgeon directly, not to go to the ER or anything like that. I don’t really need to be told not to seek medical care from uninitiated doctors, but I’m more than glad to agree to this. Keep this paragraph in mind because it’s the rifle hanging on the wall if this post.

So I go to Philly and they stick me under and everything is pretty great for a while. I have really good depth and I’m able to rage the biggest dilator all the way to like, the second to last dot.

But a week or so after I get home one of my incisions opens up. I call the doc and receive no answer. I am hesitant to dilate because uhhhhh I don’t want to get stuff in a massive open wound in my abdomen??

It takes her about a day to get back to me. She tells us to fly back to Philly (from Chicago) the next day. So like, $1000 right there (bless my parents for helping).

While I’m there getting my cunt restitched, she’s cold, snippy, and insinuates that this is all somehow my fault. I’m pretty sure it’s not but whatever, I’m not the doctor here.

So we fly back home, I’m all sewn up. I deal with the unpleasant experience of having someone’s “emotional support” labradooodle stuff it’s nose directly into my still-bleeding crotch, but I’m okay.

And so I start dilating again, not able to take as much now, but slowly working back up.

And a few days after I get home the god damn incision opens up again.

At this point I’m pretty fucking distraught. I call, and I get no answer. I call again, and again, and again. For days I’m calling and sending emails and I get no response.

We ask my aunt (a surgeon) to see if she can get through to the doctors office. She’s able to with relative ease, and they work out something where I use wound gel and keep it clean. I try to keep dilating at this point but my vagina has started to close up, the opening is about 3/4” wide.

I got some smaller dilators but it was extremely disheartening and uncomfortable and eventually, I just kind of gave up. I felt horrible about it. The last time I contacted the surgeon was to ask for help with my constricted vagina. She prescribed me some topical estrogen cream that, in my view, did absolutely fuck all.

So yeah now I’m stuck with a vagina that’s fused shut and I’ve been that way for like 5 years now. Actually almost exactly 5 years. My surgery anniversary is tomorrow. Fucking lovely.

I have a revision consult in July but it took me forever to even work up the guts to find someone to do it because Jesus fucking Christ the whole thing was humiliating and violating.

But yeah that’s the story of how my cunt became a can’t. Thank you I’ll be here all week.

[theprodigaldaughtersworld]

It’s Juneteenth. Interspersed throughout my stories today you will be introduced to black businesses you should be supporting year round. Sow back into our communities. Here’s the thing government entities are closed, but the retail giants you regularly give your dollars aren’t having big sales like they did to “celebrate” Memorial Day, Labor Day, The 4th of July or the one most look forward to, Black Friday. 🤔

Black stories that will enlighten you on the history of who we are and who we’ve been to this country. Black stories that will make you love, laugh, cry, and reflect. Black authors who deny the stereotype of black love being lackluster.

Last but not least black music because it’s black music month and ya girl just loves herself some good lyrics.

We are a vibe y’all. Don’t just acknowledge that today but everyday. Remain blessed.

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Soooooo Thank Y’all For The Love And Support…

In the warmth of love's embrace, I find my place,

With family and friends, life's sweet grace.

Together we stand, hearts intertwined,

In their presence, joy and peace I find.

Through seasons of laughter, through tears that fall,

Together we rise, together we stand tall.

For each loving smile, each supportive hand,

I am grateful, in this heartwarming band.

In the tapestry of life, they are the brightest thread,

In the symphony of my days, the sweetest notes are spread.

So here I stand, with a heart so full and grand,

Thankful for my family and friends, a blessed band.

Author Unknown.

#grateful #gratitude #Thanksgiving

[imnosuperman12]

Best Man Speech

Good evening everyone!

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Daniel and I’m Mark’s favorite brother. Thanks everyone for coming out to support tonight! 

Growing up, I always looked up to my big brother. In a very literal way because I was shorter than Mark until I started college. (But now on a good day, I’m taller than him by about a centimeter. Or at least my driver’s license says so.) 

I also looked up to him in a way you would look up to any role model. I had a Pokémon backpack in 1st grade because he had the red and blue version on the original Gameboy. I listened to songs by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Incubus, because he taught me how to download songs off Limewire. I even learned how to drive in the Health Careers High School parking lot because he let me drive his car (though if he were to tell the story, he would tell you that I ran his Honda Civic over the curb on my first try because I didn’t know my right from my left). 

I think above all that, I’m most grateful that God blessed me in making sure we are the same shoe size, and that basically all his clothes also fit me. To this day, my closet is 90% hand me downs.

All jokes aside, Mark it’s been such a privilege watching you grow up and mature into the man you are today. You’re the glue of your Clark and Health Careers High School friend groups who remain close to this day. You navigated life as the eldest child, with all the independence and stubbornness that comes with that. You showed me that as scary as it is to move across the country to follow your dreams in a new city, you can still show up for your family and the people you care about back here in Texas. And I’ll forever be grateful for that lesson.

Now I’m particularly emotional tonight because I don’t get to just talk about the groom, but I also get to talk about the bride too. 

For those of you who don’t know, I had the privilege of meeting Anvy when we were 14 years old. She was actually one of my first friends in high school because we were in first period band class together our freshman year at Health Careers. We eventually became teammates and competed in local and state competitions together. And honestly, at one point in time, Anvy was consistently in my MySpace top 10. Which for you millennials in the room, was a big deal in the 2010s.

Some of my core memories from those years include trying a gallon boba challenge at Suck It when it was on DeZavala (even though half our team was lactose intolerant), practicing how we would sign our professional signatures in cursive (which is why I know your full name is Anvy Thai Vu), and even just spelling words in new ways (like the color grey spelled G R E Y, and the word color spelled C O L O U R).

Now let’s fast forward to 2020. And to be vulnerable here, I have never been in love. But I do know what love looks like. I see love in my parents who have now led a marriage for going on 33 years. One that isn’t always big romantic gestures, but one that endures and chooses each other each and every day. I see love in my sister, who poured her heart out into single handedly planning and executing a rehearsal dinner just a few days ago, without expecting much in return.

And I see love so clearly in how Mark and Anvy cared for each other through COVID. It was a scary time to have a loved one (much less 2 loved ones) in the world’s epicenter of a pandemic, shown all over the news for months. But I’m forever grateful that you had each other to lean on when times got hard. When subways were hazardous, y’all learned how to ride electric unicycles. When life got mundane, you found adventure in new recipes and hobbies (including giving Maxx honestly a better quality of life than me). When life slowed down and gave us no choice, you still continued to choose each other. And that is my hope for you in the years to come.

For those of you that do not speak Tagalog, the Philippine national language, the words Kuya and Ate are reserved for referring to an older sibling in a respectful way. And for the longest time me and Kristina avoided giving Mark the satisfaction.

But in this moment, I invite everyone to raise a glass to my Ate Anvy and Kuya Mark. Mahal ko kayo. Congratulations to you both. I wish y’all a lifetime of happiness.

[yougotnothingonme]

Hi guys if your reading this hope you have a blessed day just wanted to say that this is my first time here, I hope I can get support from y’all !! Love you all <3

[pnsmacbeth]

i don’t go here but congrats to mob psycho 100 fans y’all are having a field day on my dash and i’m so happy for you <3