#feeling sappy I guess

[polutrope]

I wish I could tell Past Me, when I first started posting fic to AO3, that just because you do not receive 15, 20, 50 kudos in the first two days does not mean your fic is a failure. It does not mean your fic is bad, and you are a bad writer, and should take it down and bury your head in the sand.

People will keep reading your fics, long after you have posted them. Kudos will trickle in. Bookmarks will stack up. Every so often you'll get a precious comment on an old fic and it will brighten your whole week.

Yes, some things will slip through the cracks, but that won't matter so much because more importantly, you will make friends with other fic writers, and you will support each other through every single thing you write, and leave each other long, excited, incoherent comments, and those are the ones that will really matter to you.

[carissime]

Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

[altcvnningham]

idk why i thought ab this but imo adler isn’t huge on pda BUTTT he is serious about silent gestures of care + affection. being cia means his head is perpetually on a swivel buttt when it comes to the mundane he is constantly in tune with what you want and need, from the superficial to the serious.

dress you did a double take at past a boutique? it’s mysteriously hanging in your closet the next time you get dressed. he hears you sigh to yourself about the leaky faucet? it’s fixed, though you never recall touching it. you start waking up every day with a crick in your neck? hm, suddenly you swear these pillows somehow feel more plush, more comfortable, different. obsessing over a certain song you keep hearing on the radio? somehow you find the whole album in your record collection.

foot rubs without question after you take off your heels you’ve worn all day; dishes washed and house cleaned even though you’re sure you’ve both been busy at work; quietly doing up a button on the back of your dress without even telling you that you’ve missed it.

he’d spoil you to heaven and back in the tiniest ways and you won’t even notice it enough to insist that you don’t deserve it. somehow, you just think life got strangely easier when adler walked into it.

[shad0w-elemental]

Day 12: Tome, VOULL NE XATA VOK, MARA LOHK?

would you want to know the Truth, even if it hurts to hear it?

[rosemaryreality]

So like, you know how our Megumi's name means blessing/grace? But it can also be written with the kanji for love?

Hear me out: Imagine that Yuuji and Megumi finally get to first name basis, and after that Yuuji decides to change Megumi's contact name on his phone, but Yuuji hasn't ever seen how Megumi's name is written, and for some reason he writes it with the kanji for "love" instead of blessing (maybe becuse he subconsciously associates Megumi with love 👀)

And then, after Yuuji gets to see how Megumi's name is actually written he feels a little embarrassed but...doesn't change it, it's not a big deal, anyways, and he's already used to reading the kanji and knowing it's Megumi, he doesn't need to change it. Not changing it is a perfectly normal and platonic thing to do...right?

[mamawasatesttube]

fucked up that there aren't more sappy fluffy tender emotional t4t smut fics in the timkon tag. must i do everything myself

[revenantghost]

My first thought was, "Uh oh... but the Ark......"

But you know what would be so good? Is if this is one of the very few human settlements outside of the final city that survived because of this deal. If this guy actually became a symbol of Vash's philosophy and there were minimal casualties because of this moment.

Yeah, it's cheesy as fuck, but Vash loses so much in the final volumes. I think he deserves to go home to Lina and Sheryl and find that something he did so long ago saved many people he loved dearly.

[fennthetalkingdog]

Dang, being nonhuman really is just like being trans, where I look back at my life and go, "Ohhhhhhhh, so THAT'S where it came from." It's easy for me to fall into the habit of thinking, "Well I just found this new label but I don't want it to infiltrate my whole life." But... it already has. All those moments pretending to be a cat on the playground, making fake "dog packs" with my friends, wrestling with my dog and laying next to her as if I was just another pup, attaching to my dog and cat stuffed animals, making dog-like noises to supplement my words, pretending I had (and still have) a tail to wag when I wanted, shaking out my "fur" and huffing just because I "liked mimicking my dog"—those were all my nonhumanity shining through. Me identifying with the nonhuman/therian label isn't an outliner, it's just the trend.

[braisedhoney]

feeling emotional in this spaceship tonight

[amethystina]

I just wanted to say thank you

For the past couple of days, I've been at a huge book fair as a part of my job and when I wasn't manning our booth, I could go on the various seminars and lectures that were being held. And, during one of them, an author was recounting how moved she'd been when one of her readers had reached out to let her know just how much her book had meant to that reader.

And, as I was watching this author struggling to hold back tears, it struck me just how often I've felt the same. That, more than once, someone has reached out to me to tell me that my writing has helped them through a rough time or maybe even changed their life. Maybe the latter is a bit of a hyperbole but, at the same time, I have no doubt that, sometimes, it wasn't.

And that just blows my mind. Not only that I'm capable of writing something that can touch people's lives to that degree, but that my readers are also willing to reach out to me and tell me when that has happened.

I will forever be grateful for that.

So thank you so, so much to all of you who have done so. But I also want to thank those of you who haven't. If my writing has moved you in any way, whether you've let me know or not, I'm thankful. I'm thankful that you gave me the opportunity to move you and I hope that the experience made your life better. Remembering that I've been able to bring so much joy and meaning to other people's lives has definitely been the highlight of my life these past couple of (admittedly rough) weeks.

So thank you all so, so much.

I love you 💜

[lxvepup]

Finally got to watch BBH visiting Bobby Fields and :,)...

so surprised I didn't cry good for me honestly!

I'm happy we were able to see it one last time. I'm glad other's got to see it too. Like, that's the very place that Jaiden always wanted to be happy in! The place only those she held close were able to see. A place with so many secrets that no one would ever truly find them, if not for the viewers being able to point them out. And even then, some things were missed. THAT'S how much was in that one little home!

There's a whole story in Bobby Fields. One with love and grief and hopes and memories. So much of Jaiden's character could be seen in those final minutes, and I appreciate it more than anything.

If that was your first time seeing it, then I hope you enjoyed what was shown :)

And to the other hummingbird's....how we doing folks I'm coping so very well (LIE)

[squipedmew]

holy shit this is so surreal

10+ years of being a Porter Robinson fan and I finally got to see him live

[angelgendered]

I just wanted to make a little post about this but (and this is all 'general' you, though I do as ever have my love in mind)

When you say - to a loved one, or otherwise, or a friend or anyone, really, but especially to those who love you - something like 'Oh ignore how I laugh' or something similar, consider that that might jsut be their favourite sound in the world. Or if you pick at your own perceived faults in any way at all, someone out there loves you for and because of them. I promise it's true.

[redfirefox-55]

Happy new year guys

This was probably the most productive year of my life so far, I got a job, I did a lot more driving, I went to college, and I met a lot of cool people

This year will be my last year as a teen, which feels pretty crazy, and my goals this year are gonna be to get a better handle on my physical health again, while managing college and work. Hopefully I can be as productive as last year

I hope 2024 was good to you all, and I hope 2025 will be even better

[road-untraveled]

We are birds of a feather, you and I

And yet, my feet will not unfurl from the wire when the time comes to fly

The unknown, the uncertainty, it terrifies me

I put on a mask of bravery because it's all I've ever known to do, but when the challenge calls and everyone else falls in line

I falter and take a step behind

Patience is a virtue but it is not one often given freely and I have spent much of my life under conditional contracts

To be loved freely and unconditionally is an unknown, distant dream

And yet, here you are. Hermes Κρατυς, how brightly you gleam

You take my hand in yours and for the first time in this life, I understand a love of sincerity

You guide me through the unknown, squeezing my hand tight when the urge to pull away flares and shakes through me violently

The unconditional patience scares me, I hold my breath and wonder when it will all fall apart. When will you see me for who I am and all my faults?

Broken, lost, and terrified of what waits for me in this life

You shake your head and laugh, whispering to me that you are a shepherd and one, that always tends to his flock

My trust and faith in you embolden each passing day. Despite the looming darkness, I look to your light. I find the comfort and safety I have always longed for and know you would not lead me astray

I adore you, my bright and feathered, messenger. Your kindness knows no bounds and as the binds that hold me tightly are cut through like ribbons by your sword

I understand what it's like to be loved unconditionally and without fear. Finally, I unfurl my feet and leap- joining you in the sky.

[onelastsailxr]

Sometimes, I think I just really overthink too much. I will have the best idea I ever had (for the hundredth time) for a fanfic and in the middle of writing all the word vomit out or while brainstorming, there is a point where I start to doubt it all. My ability to write what I'm fantasizing about, if the jokes and innuendos will be on spot and enjoyable for the one reading my work, what if somewhere in the story the plot just grows boring, dull, anticlimactic?

And suddenly something shifts and it's not about the fire and passion I have for my hobby anymore, no. It's something that feels forced and if I wanna do it I have to be good at it.

And that is the moment where I gotta step back a little and catch myself, and you might too. Because no one and nothing else will. And sometimes I put on music or watch something and try to remind myself that it doesn't matter if people agree with me on a topic I bring up in my story or the way I write a character in a certain way that maybe some readers aren't looking for. Important is that I can look at my work when it's done and be happy with myself because not only did I write that, I had a blast during that time.

Because while ofc a short fic can be written in just a few minutes sometimes or just in a day or one night. But sometimes those WIPs stay with us for quite a while. We come back to them from time to time, maybe after a hard day, maybe after a great day, both able to be the fuel to the feelings we pour in our words.

What I wanna say is my stories are there and will still be there once I finished and maybe finally shared them and even though realising it's done and the times spent researching stuff and putting ideas who actually fit in the plot of that one story (not the hundred others and certainly not the new one already about to knock the door down) over is on another level of grief, let's still be happy about that we did write it, get a snack or whatever and jump into the next adventure.