#do you remember those tumblr days when tags weren't as public as they are now because i do and i miss them XD

[metalgearstranding]

I need to stop writing novels in tags and start writing actual posts instead ffs

[pulsedmaggot]

fingered ☣

i posted just the ao3 link before, but i wanna get in the habit of putting my writing on tumblr as well. couldn't keep up with kinktober in that sense, tsk tsk tsk | ship: jim/corey | words: 1,368 | warnings & tags: the most diabolical cockblocking this side of the mississippi, oral sex but is it really, caught in the act, semi public sex, baaad flirting, note passing | summary: ozzfest '99, where corey is on vocal rest.

ao3 - for 18+ audiences only, minors dni

A bright light is being shone down Corey’s throat, the medic’s eyes trained to the flexing and pulsing of his vocal chords.

“You're good to go,” the light goes off, a hand is lightly slapped on his chest, a bottle of pills tossed into his open hand, “take these with water, and remember, no irritating your pipes off stage. That means no talking, whatsoever.”

“I can't tal-” Corey is quick to respond, fidgeting with the pill bottle in his hand, shushed by the medic with a finger wagging back and forth.

“You can talk, or you can sing. Can't do both, my friend.” the medic does look sympathetic, but Corey wishes he wasn't being so rational about this. The fuck did he mean he couldn't talk? Is he supposed to pick up sign language on his first Ozzfest? This is bullshit of the highest grade, as far as he's concerned.

“I suggest,” the medic interrupts whatever complaint’s sure to come out of Corey’s mouth when it opens, guiding him off the patient bed and out of his tent, “you bring a notepad, pen, anything you need to communicate. If you're good with the Osbournes, Sharon’ll take care of everything.”

“Are you su-” that same finger comes up, and Corey shuts his mouth with a disgruntled noise, the medic now glowering over a tucked chin.

“No talking.”

-

Corey abided by the medic’s orders, toting a notepad around whenever he wasn't on stage. The rest of the band were eager to ridicule him any chance they got, asking him follow-up questions in the middle of him writing responses, purposefully misreading his scrawl just to see what he'd do. The medic became known for following him around every other day, and the raising of his finger now an inside joke for everyone in their circle. Corey starts to talk again? Finger. Corey starts Tasmanian devil-style grumbling in frustration to everyone’s teasing? Finger, and a threat to bring the medic back out to scold him.

At least the medication did its job. With each day, his voice was a strained note closer to giving out again, and while the pills had to combat the bottles of Jack Daniel's shared between the nine and the stray cigarettes Paul would sneak him in between sets, they allowed him to bring the sickness wherever they went. Day after day, bus stop after bus stop, the Ozzfest haze of blaring suns and scrambling maggots never got in the way.

The true test lied not in his performance ability, but his urges. Those deep, unsatiated stomach coilings that could only, truly be expressed through suggestive shouts or sultry toned questions. No one wants to fuck the mute boy, and it'd be fine if Corey didn't want to immediately fuck the moment he laid his eyes on a salty morsel. There was always jerking off, but his time alone grew narrower as the tour went on. The nine bumped into each other every day, even when they weren't seeking each other out. Not a second went by that he wasn't being interrupted, walked in on, or dragged from one place to another with his notepad barely staying in his pocket. The prime hour for a quick whacking rarely ever came to light, and his resources were getting slimmer the longer it took his voice to heal.

He decided he’d have to branch out, find something just for the tour to get his next fix. It should be someone with nothing better to do, someone he could keep in his back pocket with his notes, whip them out when he needed. He knew a hanger-oner who might be up for it, an agreement like that definitely in their realm of experimenting.

‘bored’, he scrawls out, ripping the paper up from his notepad, sliding over to where Jim is sitting next to him, poking him with the eraser end of his pencil. Everyone else is buzzing around catering, around the Osbournes, adding to the volume surrounding them.

Jim looks at the note, smug little smile pulling at his lips. He takes the pencil, scribbling over the paper in his lap, then erasing over what he wrote, then scribbling again. He passes the paper back to Corey.

‘same.’

Corey rolls his eyes. Of all the people to proposition casual sex from…

‘we bounce?’ he shoves the note back on Jim’s lap, squinting around to make sure no one's paying them much attention. It's like he's in highschool again, tossing paper airplanes to get a girl’s attention.

Jim, very much not having a handle on the whole subtlety situation, starts to giggle. He gives Corey an ‘are you serious’ sort of look, blinking in surprise when Corey’s expression doesn't change. Jim’s long fingers fiddle with the pencil, tapping on his knee before finally writing.

‘we smoke?’ and maybe he's really not picking up on what Corey’s laying down, so he might need another hint. a physical hint.

‘we get out of here, is my point’

He doesn't allow for Jim to write back, twirling the pencil between his knuckles as he watches him read. He locks eyes with him, resting a hand on his thigh, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Jim’s confused blinking returns, green eyes shifting between the note and Corey’s pantomiming, poor guy nearly jumping out of his skin once Corey gives him a light squeeze. His request is hidden under the table, out of sight from everyone except them. Based on how long it was taking him to respond to the note, he figures he’s growing uncomfortable, ready to slap his hand off and find somewhere else to sit.

To his luck, his hand is picked up, and the two are making their way to another tent.

-

Jim leads them into the folds of the medical fortress, much to Corey’s initial hesitation.

“Everyone should be at a different stage by now, right?” Jim says, “I think I saw someone who should be here at catering, so we're good.”

Corey lifts his notepad, feeling his stomach swarm with something devious as Jim takes in the words

‘good enough for a bee-j?’

“Really?” Jim acts shocked, as if he's been granted a prestigious award instead of a quick doming. Corey nods, tugging him by his oversized shirt towards the patient's bed.

‘sit’ Corey writes, and Jim follows, sitting up on the bed with his feet still touching the ground. He almost wishes he chose someone shorter for this, but he supposes no one under a certain height would lack the sense to get it on in the middle of the day. Something about access to earthly oxygen, perhaps. The notepad is thrown out of sight, not being of use for the moment.

Jim’s shorts are easy to unbutton, even easier to unzip, as Corey lands on his knees. Jim has his back resting against the wall, not protesting in the slightest when Corey starts licking him through his boxers. One swift pull later, and Corey is treated to a decent length, nothing he wouldn't be shy about fitting down his throat. He makes a big deal of kissing it, wanting to show his gratitude as best as he can, and Jim is more than receptive to the attention; short gasps on his (now wet) lips, one of his knees nudging at Corey’s cheek encouragingly. Corey is ready to take him, ready to swallow him all the way down the moment he gets him on his tongue.

And the bright sound of a throat being cleared breaks his focus.

Corey whips his head around while Jim swears, clumsily bringing his shorts back up. To Corey’s grievance, it's the medic that first issued him his ‘no talking’ advice. He silently refuses to get up from his knees, knowing damn well he can make his case now, because his throat doesn't even hurt that much, and there's no way that sucking dick could possibly affect his singing. Just as he's about to make this case, to request privacy for him and his blushing bandmate, the medic shushes him, holding out that damn finger of his before opening the tent flap up, gesturing for the two of them to get going.

[lasenbyphoenix]

Shipper tag game

Tagged by @sunriseverse thank you!💜

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don’t care about anymore?

I didn't know the concept of shipping was a thing until I was 29 and stumbled onto fandom on tumblr, (didn't know about fandom either until then), so I'm trying to think of any couples I would have considered cute in anything I watched/read growing up... and I really dont know?? Joshua Jackson was a fave actor from back then and I can't even remember if I had an opinion on the Dawson/Joey vs Pacey/Joey debate on Dawson's Creek. I was always more interested in the story than the ships! (Can you tell I'm on the aroace side of life? Lol)

Which ship would you consider your first one?

Captain America is what lead me to finding fandom in the first place so Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes is the first that comes to mind. But before that I was very into Dr Who, so I'd probably consider The Doctor/Rose Tyler the first fictional couple I had any emotional investment in.

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

My first shippy fanfic (written before I knew what "fanfic" was) was James Bond/William Brandt Skyfall/Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol crossover.

You know the scene in Skyfall when Silva has Bond tied to a chair and starts toying with his chest and teases him about this not being in his training and Bond replies "What makes you think this is my first time?"? And then in Ghost Protocol when Jeremy Renner's character pulls himself out of the vent at the last second and gripes "Next time I get to seduce the rich guy."? I joked to my best friend that "Now we know what James Bond's first time was." And that's how that idea was born.

I started writing it as a joke for my friend but never finished it, and if I find the notebook it was written into I might just revisit it because I still quite like the idea!

Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

Not for certain, but possibly either Dean/Cas or Rose/Ten.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

Like ship wars or 'problematic' kind of discourse? If I did it would have been in my Captain America days (Stucky vs Stony and Peggy vs Sharon being heated topics of memory), and even then I don't remember specific incidents - as a newbie to fandom I tended to lurk and watch instead of engaging. Now I'm very much Ship And Let Ship (and only bitch in private to your mates, not in public!)

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

There have been plenty of ships I've come across that weren't my thing, Stony for example, but I'm not going to invest enough energy into recalling any others. I'm not here to spread hate on something other people like.

Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

On tumblr? Li Lianhua/Di Feisheng (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

On Ao3? Ming Lou/Ming Cheng (The Disguiser)

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

So many. Zhang Rishan/Ba Ye, Hei Xiazi/Xiao Hua, Steve/Bucky, Steve/Peggy, Data/Geordi, Stiles/Derek, Jiang Cheng/Nie Huaisang, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, and likely more that havent come to mind yet

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Haha no. I think I've always just accepted canon couples as "the thing that happened in the story", and now when I have my own ship preferences, then I accept that it's *my* headcanon and not necessarily anyone else's (especially not the writer's headcanon).

When Captain America Civil War came out I realised I'd gotten WAY over invested in what was or wasn't included in the movie (although I knew realistically they weren't going to make Stucky canon ) that I took a big step back afterwards and very much made a mental separation between "this is the story those writers want to tell" and "this is the story I like to imagine".

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Dean/Cas maybe? It wasn't so much that I disliked them but that I didn't read them as a romantic relationship for most of the time I've known the ship existed (I'd always read Cas as ace). It's only been since the show ended that I think my idea of what makes a ship had widened to more than just "stereotypically romantic" which recalibrated how I saw them.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would’ve been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Incestuous (Thor/Loki, et al,)? Teacher/Student(I blame ABBA)? Torturer/Torture subject (Hydra Trash Party)?

What is your favorite crack ship?

I will certainly have come across crack ships that appealed to me, but honestly if the writer/artist sells it well enough then I stop thinking of them as crack ships and instead think of them as rare pairs.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Currently? HeiHua. Overall? Stucky.

What do most of your ships usually have in common?

Someone to be vulnerable around, someone who understands you better than anyone else, "you're not alone anymore"

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

If I don't like a ship it's probably more to do with a singular character I don't like than the couple itself.

Tagging @gaiahenshin @fangdoubing @epicwalrus @tazzy-ace and anyone else who wants to!

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 17: ~Everyone's Attention~

Summary: Tom has a lot to make up for. He must find a way to win you back, but does his plan work?

Warnings: Bitterness. Public Displays of Affection. Paparazzi.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2'092

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

For that whole night and early morning, you didn't say a word to Tom. Not a single word. You didn't even look at him when you made him a cup of coffee, seeing the slight frown on his face from the corner of your eye as you went to your room to get dressed. You'd both be headed to work soon, but thankfully you didn't have to get any scenes done. Today was more of a wardrobe day. You, Tom, another co-star and the director would be going to different clothing stores to pick out stuff for the characters to wear during the winter portion of the film. You'd probably hang around the co-star. She was nice. Nice and married. Maybe that'll keep Tom from wanting to go on lone weekend dinners with her, too.

...

You didn't mean to feel so bitter. You didn't actually think Tom was "cheating" on you with Amanda. You two weren't really in a committed relationship in the first place, but he says he doesn't share. He was honest about who he was going to see and why he was having dinners with her. He didn't lie. Maybe he was just trying to let her down easy, so he could be with you.

You huffed. Even if that was the case, it seemed like he was willing to risk being seen in public with her rather than with you. You were almost certain someone saw them. Maybe there were already Tumblr and Twitter posts about it. You didn't even want to look. Just thinking about it makes you nauseous.

You got dressed for the day to take your mind off of it.

Tom was feeling sick himself. Sick and disappointed in himself. He didn't even think about possibly being seen with Amanda. He was just focused on letting her down easy so he could be with you, but he took too long to accomplish that. He was more worried about hurting Amanda than losing you. Now, he's slowly losing the chance to really be with you, and not just for lust. He's grown real feelings for you over these last couple weeks. You have been living together for pretty much a month now. He knows now that this is no longer just for pleasure. He needs to win your trust and your feelings back. He plans to speak to you after the day is done. He knows exactly what to say. He'll win you back. He has to.

Once you were both ready, you headed out to meet the director at his van. Tom sat in the back with you, since the female costar was in the passenger seat with security in the very back. You looked out your window once the car drove out of the neighborhood, with one hand at your side and the other on your lap. As you focused on the scenery, you felt a hand slightly rest on top of yours. Without looking, you knew it was Tom's hand, trying to communicate with you without words. You winced, taking a moment before moving your hand away to rest on your lap. You could practically feel his sadness as he let out a slight sigh, moving his own hand away. You weren't giving any pity, though. You were still upset.

When you got to the store, it was in a big outside mall area. You spotted a couple groups of fans across the parking lot, gasping when they saw Tom get out of the car once it parked. Most of them waved at Tom, who kindly waved back with a little smile despite feeling sad. Some of them even waved at you. Maybe they were fans of your streams. Either way, some recognition made you feel a little better, smiling and waving at them as you all entered the store. Security would stop any fans from entering the store, thankfully, though you knew paparazzi was on their way for sure.

You went off with the female costar. Faith was her name. She was nice. You had a similar taste in style, so you two were able to talk and compare, figuring out together what did and didn't look good. Maybe you were making a new friend.

The Director and Tom were out in their own area, though eventually you, Tom and Faith were all in the same aisle, fans visibly watching from the windows outside. Most of them were paying attention to Tom, but the ones paying attention to you kinda made you laugh. One of them was loud enough for you to hear them reference something from your streams, making you let out a laugh. Tom heard you laugh, looking up at you with sad eyes. It was hard to tell if any of the fans noticed how he was looking at you. They were more so focused on his physical appearance.

You both locked eyes from across the clothing aisle, hearing Faith talk to you as you gazed at Tom, though you kinda drowned her out for a moment. You could tell he felt bad for what he had done to you, and in truth, you were tired of being mad. You wanted to be able to be in his arms again, sleep next to him in his bed and kiss him at home after a long day of filming. You wanted to be friendly with him and laugh with him. You missed being with him. You missed him.

He gave you a slight quiet smile, since he understood the reference the fan had shouted to you. He had such a soft smile. It made you melt. You couldn't help but smile back at him. You missed his eyes.

Just as you shared a smile, his phone went off. He winced and checked his phone. You could tell by his expression that it was most likely Amanda. He looked back up at you, and you locked eyes again. You just rolled your eyes and looked back at the clothes Faith and you were looking at before, continuing your conversation with her.

Tom frowned. He could feel you slipping away. He looked down at his phone, then up at you and Faith. He glanced up a bit when he recognized the song starting to play in the store. It was Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time again. He remembered this song playing on the radio when you two went to go get snacks for when you'd watch High Rise together. He really liked this song, and you had grown to like it as well. You've listened to it a lot, and you think of him when you hear it.

Tom looked over at you again, seeing you preoccupied with talking to Faith.

Fuck the plan. Fuck words. He's proving his feelings now, with action.

Without answering it, he dropped his phone into the basket of clothes at his feet and marched over to where you were. He could hear the sounds of his fans calling to him from outside as he marched, but he was only focused on you.

Faith winced as she noticed Tom walking to you, giving a slight point so you'd turn to look at him. You visibly squinted.

"Tom, what--"

Before you could say much, he grabbed you by cupping your face, pulling you into a sudden deep kiss. You were shocked. Faith was shocked. The Director was shocked. Everyone outside was shocked. You could tell this kiss was all for you. He was all for you. It was a hungry, needy, sensual and desperate kiss, practically pouring out his feelings in this one deep kiss.

Without much care for who was watching, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could hear the shocked and happy screams from outside, as well as slightly feel the flashes of cameras even with your eyes closed. The paparazzi had shown up just in time. They were watching you and Tom. The whole world was watching you two embrace. You almost couldn't believe he would kiss you like this, in front of all these people. Maybe you really do mean a lot to him.

After a few moments, he pulled back, still cupping your face, gazing at you with his big blue eyes. You looked up at him as well, giving him a warm smile. He smiled back. You felt warm again. He really chose you over her, or maybe he never chose her to begin with. Maybe you were always the first.

"...Tom...Earth to Tom Hiddleston." The director came up from behind Tom, tapping him on the shoulder. Apparantly he had been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"Hm?" Tom let go of you and turned to the director, a shy blush on his face.

"If you're done making out with (Y/N), we gotta get going in a couple minutes. You should go pay for your stuff.." He spoke to Tom before walking off.

"R-Right away, sir.." Tom spoke with a nervous little laugh before turning back to you with a soft smile.

"I-I suppose we'll talk later?.." He spoke to you.

You gave a soft chuckle.

"Go get your clothes, big dog.." You spoke, giving him a playful nudge and a wink. He chuckled with you before moving back to where he was before, putting his phone in his pocket and picking up the basket to go pay for what he had in it. That nickname was related to one of the lines from 'Move It On Over', one of Hank's songs that Tom had covered for I Saw The Light. That was the nickname you gave him. He still has yet to think of the perfect nickname for you, but that's not important at the moment. What's important is what just happened, really. He kissed you in front of all of those people. In front of work friends, in front of fans and in front of the paparazzi. You expected those pictures to be posted everywhere in the next couple minutes. You wouldn't be surprised if it would be in the news that Tom has a new girl by the time you'd get back to the house. You were almost excited to see pictures of the kiss.

You turned to Faith, who let out a little laugh.

"Jesus christ, girl. You better feel lucky.." She grinned, making you laugh.

"I feel very lucky.." You admitted with a big smile, walking with her to the counter to pay for your clothes. Once everything was all paid for, everyone went outside to head back to the van. Security made sure no one got to you or Tom, but you could hear some sentances and questions in the crown.

"Are you two dating!?"

"You guys are so cute!"

"Oh my God he's so soft!"

"You're perfect for each other!"

It was really nice, actually. You were recieving all of these nice compliments. You half expected his fans to run you down like a stampede. They were nice than most fandoms.

In the van ride to the next store, Tom put his hand on top of yours again, only this time you didn't move your hand away. You let him hold your hand, giving him a warm smile.

"Tweets are already going out about the kiss.." Faith admitted, checking her phone while she sat in the passenger seat. "Theres already pictures of you two in the Tom Hiddleston tag.."

"Whoops.." Tom shrugged, you letting out a soft giggle.

"That was the most intense form of PDA I've certainly ever seen.." The director chuckled. "Show that on set next time."

"Oh, I'm certain they will, now that it's public knowledge.." Faith smirked.

"I hope that didn't cause any trouble.." You chimed in. "They were screaming quite a bit.."

"I believe that's my fault.." Tom raised his other hand slightly.

"You're right. It is." You joked, looking at him with warm eyes. He looked at you with a little laugh. You were happy to be able to share these moments with Tom again. It wasn't pleasant being angry.

You still planned to talk to him once the day was over, but for now, you wanted to enjoy his company again. You'd be spending the rest of the day going from store to store to get different things, so you planned to be close with him for the rest of the day, knowing the pictures and attention would just keep rolling in. You wanted Amanda to know who he belonged to.

Tom is yours.

[evesbeve]

Exactly one year ago, I posted my first Ninjago fanfiction on Tumblr

(Yes, this is one of these big and personal posts, but bear with me for a second ^w^)

I've already talked about how much Ninjago means to me, and what a positive impact it has had on my life, but to celebrate a year into this fandom, I'd like to focus on its community here on Tumblr.

I've always been into Ninjago. In fact, I started watching it back in 2011, when it first came out!

Later on, I discovered fanfiction. It was like a dream come true, to read original stories about my favorite ninja, and to write them myself too! Eventually I began posting them, and I must say... They weren't good XD

But hey, I loved writing them! So I did just that - I kept writing and writing, until... Well, I grew out of Ninjago when I reached 7th grade.

But last year, I decided to rewatch the entire series during Christmas break. It was like falling in love with my favorite ninja all over again.

And who would have thought there would be an active fanbase here on Tumblr?

I remember scrolling down the tag and smiling at every single artwork and piece of fanfic (+ memes, of course. Who can forget about memes?) that I found.

(And bruh, discovering bruiseshipping? Holy FSM, that was truly a Christmas miracle.)

On December 28th of 2017, I made my first Ninjago Vocal Cover.

The feedback I got was incredible. I had never, ever received such positive comments before, and the encouragement to do more helped me get out of the bad mental state I was in.

So I got writing again.

If I was going to post Ninjago, I was going to post Pixane.

So I did do that, and on January 1st of 2018, I posted my first Ninjago fanfiction in years.

Did I post it as soon as I finished it? Yes!

Had I beta-ed it? ... No...?

It was still a huge step for me though! Once that story was up, I was on freaking fire.

To make you understand, I published a total of 30 Ninjago related stories (and that was just the stuff I made public!)

I have never produced this much content before!

If that wasn't enough, I picked up my YouTube channel again, occasionally made some art, and heck, somehow I got motivated to clean up my room to make space for LEGOs.

I even had the pleasure of hosting a collaborative project with around 30 people! (Yes, the new one is on the way, we're all still working on it :D)

Suddenly I was motivated to do stuff, I wasn't sad all the time, I made new friends!

All that is because of YOU.

I'm just a random girl from Greece that happens to like a bunch of LEGO ninja. Yet, you've treated me with so much kindness, and made me feel like so much more than that.

I'm not oblivious to the fact that I am known inside this fanbase. I just want to make sure you know that you made my voice loud.

And for that, I am greatful.

I am greatful for the joy you've given me, and the memories I was able to make because of you.

I've always wanted this blog to be a place of positivity. It makes me so incredibly happy that you can seek to it to get away from everything else, that it makes you happy.

This blog, is our blog.

So I'd like to take a moment to personally thank a few people from this community that played an important role in my life in 2018. If you don't want to go through a big thank you list, that is totally understandable, so I'll put it under the cut. To those of you who are leaving this post now,

Happy New Year!

Before I start, I'd like to say that it would be impossible to include every single person I know into one post. If you're not in here but you're still relatively active, chances are I don't know you personally (but I have probably noticed you!) OR I accidentally forgot to include you, in which case I'M SO SORRY, AAAA!

Without any further ado!

Thank you @diamantdrache, for drawing me like three times without me even asking, holy crap ;w; You're so amazing dude, I'm always happy to see you around. Keep being awesome!

Thank you to @strawberryhipster and @kunoichi-of-fangirling for always screaming with me about Pixane!

Thank you @i-am-the-bluejay for making me laugh through your amazing bruise fanfics! They never failed to cheer me up :D

A special thanks to @parachutingkitten, for, gosh, everything. Discovered your fanfics during a very hard time, and trying to solve the mystery behind them kept me going. You're so kind and sweet to me all the time, and I'm so happy we ran into each other!

Huge thanks to @volzorra for dropping by my inbox to tell me the randomest of things! I adore everything you do, keep it up!! :D

Thanks to @panwitha-plan, @purplerose244, @monstriframinerva and @ninjago-rewritten for making me giggle whenever you pop up in my feed and notifications! You guys rock 💜

A big one to @ninjakitten1699 for coming up with such amazing scenarios featuring the one true mastermind of Ninjago - Dr. Kitty Saunders! Not only that, but somehow you always remember what stuff I like, and tag me in funny posts (and angst bc I live for that) and making my day! Thank you so much for everything!

Thank you @coco-jaguar for being a mom to all of us in the fandom, and organising such cool events like the Secret Santa!

Thanks to @loud-quiet-and-fragile for going through 100 of my posts at once and commenting at every single one! You're just so fun to be around, and my mood instantly improves when I see you!

You knew it was coming, @nightlybirdie! Thank you, for always responding to my yelling about your art, and for yelling on my content as well! You're one of the sweetest people I know, I'm seriously so happy we met!

Thank you to @kara-is-so-ninja!! For not only having such an amazing AU, but for spreading joy everywhere you go! I admire your work so freaking much, but I admire you as a person even more. Thank you for always putting a smile on my face 💜

Thank you @ninjagojed, for being so easy and fun to talk to! I enjoy your company to death!

HUGE THANKS TO MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER @lindsey-chr-not-found!! I've known you for so long and, its amazing we found each other again! Thanks for screaming to me about our ideas, and, well, for letting me adopt you XD

A big thanks to @echojulien for being such a supportive friend, and always there when I'm in need of our boy Echo!! :D

This is where it starts to get really difficult to fit things into a single paragraph...

To @hottchoco, who is basically one of the reasons I started shipping bruise in the first place, thank you for opening my eyes. Thank you for being that one person that is somehow into all of my fandoms at once, and screaming to me in random about them. Thank you for, even though we have different tastes sometimes, being respectful no matter what. Thank you, for being my shoulder to cry on when I need it. Thanks for everything dude :D 💜

Thank you @spinharmony, for creating a server where I made such amazing friends, and for BEING one of those amazing friends. It's so easy to talk to you about anything. You're always there, whether it's screaming about our misunderstood favorite characters, or talking about our problems. Thank you so much for just being there. I am so lucky to be able to call you my friend 💜

Thank you @hollsheadcanons!! You were one of the first people I met in this fandom, and definitely someone I was comfortable with since day one. We spend so much time just meming and yelling, that I literally feel like there's nothing to be afraid of when I'm with you. You make all my problems disappear, but you're also here to comfort me when I'm in need of hugs. Words are not enough to describe how much you mean to me. You're one of my best friends in the entire world, and for that, I thank you. Love you so much Holls!!💜

And finally, @clumsinessinperson and @ninjagoruinedmylife. You two, it feels wrong to talk about you separatedly because we're always together! I don't even know where to begin with you guys, I just love you so freaking much. No matter how upset I am, you always lift me up. You're so understanding of how I feel, and I know I can always count on you for anything. I just can't believe how close we are, and how many things we've created and been through together. I want you to know that you mean the world to me, and I love you so much. Thank you for being my friends. I love you 💜

To everyone reading this, regardless of being in my list or not, thank you so much for being part of my year, and for being part of my life. Thank you for everything 💜