#but i won’t talk about those lol

[the-travelling-witch]

Welcome back Holly, I hope you’re doing well!! You mentioned starting some fics, would you mind giving us a sneak peek?? 👀

hii, i’m not sure if i’m “back” yet, i think we should reserve that for when i’m actually posting ㅠㅠ as for how i’m doing, i’m doing… somehow?? idk it’s neither good nor bad, i’m just existing atm

but yeah i’m happy to talk about my drafts (it’s my default setting lol), i’ll try getting everything together that i’ve already started (and maybe some multi chapter ideas i’ve been plotting) ^^;

feel free to ask more questions about them or maybe prod me for snippets :]

Crushing Kisses, Ace version [same prompt as the first part (ft. riddle, jamil, vil, idia)]

ace x gn!reader [~50% of the first draft done]

⇢ kissing your friend aka your crush

A Twisted Pokémon AU [twst x pokémon au]

⇢ Welcome to Night Raven College! The students gathered here have all been chosen for their outstanding talents where Pokémon are involved, be that battling, researching or developing useful gadgets. I can say with reasonable certainty they are the nation’s elite! But first things first, what would your name be?

Barbarian Bakugo One-Shot

barbarian! bakugo x gn! fae! reader [first draft finished but no editing or proofreading down yet]

⇢ The Fair Folk and the Barbarians of the Dragonrider Clan have never had much common ground, even back in the day when they were still peaceful neighbours. […]

Bnha x Hades AU

rn mainly young god! shouto x gn! reader

⇢ young god! shouto, with a burning hatred for his father, lord of the underworld. […] the prince knows his father won’t just let him leave the underworld, the scar covering his face a grim reminder of when he first tried. but, really, he should have known it would only make shouto try harder to reach the surface, and thereby his mother.

Solomon Drabble

solomon x gn! reader

⇢ leaving lipstick kisses on him

Spider-Man AU

spider-man! childe x gn! reader

⇢ an encounter with the city’s most infamous hero makes your heart torn between your college crush and the masked vigilante

Ningguang/Beidou Drabble

⇢ ningguang x gn!/fem! reader x beidou (there’s not actually much of a plot here yet, i just suddenly found these paragraphs in my docs…)

Isekai AU

prince! atsumu x isekai’d! reader [10k written but i want to scrap all of it tbh]

⇢ a sarcastic comment and run-in with a truck land you in the world of a visual novel you had been reading. do you have what it takes to make your promise come true?

i think those are all the fics i already wrote something for (that are worth mentioning) and here are some more multi-chapter fics i’m plotting (obviously i have no snippets for these yet)

aventurine x gn! reader

⇢ your pretty co-worker hides a very big secret

knight! childe x royalty! reader [angst]

⇢ how much would you risk to be with the one you love?

merman! [character] x gn! reader

⇢ In your home town it was customary to throw a bottled letter into the ocean on the night before your birthday, believing the waves will return your wishes to you when the time is right. Despite being sceptical of the tradition, you go along with it, only to find yourself in the most unexpected pen pal situation. Unbeknownst to you, however, the other side has been courting you [for a while now]. And you’ve been accepting.

if you made it all the way down here, wow thank you!! and again, feel free to ask about any of these or tell me how much you’d beg me to write one of them jshshhs

[raiiny-bay]

drawing my favorite feral girl

[brittlebutch]

sonic and snufkin actually kind of feel like very similar characters to me. holding hands over “my personal sense of freedom and dedication to making decisions based on what I think is right is what matters most, and if you’ve built some idealized version of me in your head then that’s none of my business and it’s not my responsibility if the reality of who i am lets you down in some way”. also the deep connection to nature and all.

[teethpaste]

It’s so weird how the body will try and protect you like. I am incapable of feeling grief right now. I know it will hit me like a fucking Mac truck in about a month

When I was here in Ireland in July thinking my grandma had days to live, because the doctors told us so, and urged everyone stateside to drop what they were doing and come to Ireland for goodbyes, I was torn up. I was the first one here because I was already in Dublin on business and luckily my job just let me work from Ireland for about 2 months. So that happened. But then she got palliative chemo, and somehow here she is, 5 months later, against the odds in stage 4 lung cancer. I can tell she is so tired. I feel like she was holding on for this holiday and that as soon as I leave Ireland come December 29, it’s going to happen quickly. Which I hate to even write into existence, but sometimes, you just feel it.

And I hope it doesn’t. But I also don’t want her to be in pain. Chemo ravages the body. Her last treatment was over a month ago but the cancer has spread through her whole body and it is wearing her down. She went from still bartending at 77 and going out with her friends weekly + walking the 2 mile trek into town everyday, to finding out she a tumor overtaking her right lung (completely collapsed at this point) from years of smoking. I was sitting with her at the table the other night before I went to the pub, painting her nails, and she asked “can we talk about something morbid”

Things hardly feel morbid these days. So I tell her yes, of course. I feel like I have this desensitized view around death now. Or I’m numb to it. Like my body remembers watching my dad die and is like HEY ITS FINE, don’t be sad in the moment. Because you can’t be. You have things to do. Then you can cave in on yourself.

Anyways, when I told her sure we can, she then got embarasssd and I had to beg a little for her to tell me . She then says “right. Because I know you’ll have the energy to handle”. She just tells me how she wants to be presented for her wake. No makeup, but make sure her eyebrows are done. Hair with a bandana. Jean shirt. Nails painted. Cowboy boots on that she never got to wear in Vegas this year. She starts telling me about where jewelry is and what she wants in a service. I listen and file it away.

I still think I’m stuck on “because you’ll have the energy to handle”. I think about when my dad died, my mom and sister were inconsolable. About how it happened so quickly and we as humans make it very complicated. Do you know how hard it is to transfer a body across state lines? The hospital doesn’t tell you what to do. I had to google so many funeral homes that morning. I think about those people too. The sanitized nature of conversations. The first place I called didnt say any niceties. They immediately went to prices so I hung up. Second place was more of the same and the third place asked me how I was doing and if I wanted to share anything about him. So I went with them. My dad didn’t leave a will so I had to pull the trigger on weather to cremate or bury. I went with the former and was sick for months thinking I made the wrong choice but one day a few months ago my mom found a random letter he wrote, tossed behind his living room chair, where he noted cremation was a better option bc of the $ and finally that guilt left me.

Did you know that when you list you’re an organ donor on your license, they have to call the family? And when they call, there is light elevator music playing in the background, and mere hours after your person dies, a woman with a nasally voice will calmly ask, “May we take his skin and eyes?” I felt like I was in a cronenberg movie. I remember being so shocked at the matter of factness of the question. Being disturbed but thankful neither my mom or sister were doing this part. I remember saying “why would you want that, do you know how he died? How are those parts even usable” and she paused . And “hmm’d” and as she began to speak I said “no we won’t be donating”.

Anyways. I’m trying to be present while I’m here in Ireland for the holidays. I want to cry but I can’t. This is the last time Christmas will feel like Christmas. I’ve never much liked the holiday. But after my dad died I’ve hated thanksgiving and Christmas even more. Being with my grandma here in Ireland makes it feel like that “magic” is still there a little. But I know it will be completely gone by this time next year and I hate that.

I also worry bout my mom and how she’s taking it. She lost her dad in 2023, her husband in 2024 and now her mom’s dying. That’s how it goes I guess. I stayed in tonight but she went out to the pubs with her friends and came home absolutely trashed. She made it up the stairs before I heard her start violently vomiting. It’s always strange when you switch places with your folks. I took off her clothes and got her changed into Pjs. Brought her water and crackers. She laid with her head in my lap as I stared at the wall. Being around this kind of stuff always makes me wonder if I’ll regret not having kids. Like the fact that when I’m her age, and my grandmas age, I’ll effectively be alone. Like yes there are friends etc but I won’t have children or grand children. Just makes me feel weird.

Anyways now it’s 6 in the morning and I’m going on a run in the 22 degree morning air. Bye bye.

[alagaisia]

I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal

I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).

All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security

And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.

[coconutdays]

when will I ever be able to share an exchange of messages with a man without knowing he’s feeling me some sorta way

[cultivating-wildflowers]

🎧

[bread-of-death]

Oh my god I might get to take my friend on a date EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK

[natugood]

I dressed up as a light rail train from my local transit agency for Halloween and someone took a picture of me during my morning commute and sent it to them. Little did I know that my transit agency posted the pic, and across platforms it’s gotten over 1.8k likes?!? Multiple people stopped me on my way home to ask for pictures or talk to me cause they’d seen me online. What a weird day.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

maybe making this mapo tofu will fix me

[peapod20001]

I have never once played a game of monopoly, but we have had the game for years

I always liked the thimble piece cus it could fit on my fingers

[persephoneflouwers]

ohh, it's because this fandom has a dose of motivational texts and photo quotes every time harry gets into stunts, it's like they want to convince themselves that he's going the right way lol

Everyone finds comfort in what they want.

For me it’s humour and snarky comments. The dramatic, apologetic responses are not my thing haha

[roaringroa]

so grateful that i managed to restrain myself from properly falling in love with my friend and contained my feelings to a common crush

[d1anna]

it’s so weird every time i wake up from a deep nap or sleep i always see spiders crawling around me

[fruitmouse]

was the only first shift part-timer at my job to not quit like 2 weeks in and my manager said he “knew i was a stayer from the moment [he] met [me]” which is like. just manager talk but i’ve been thinking abt it a lot for some reason

[yumashi]

January 23rd