#i could post it as it is because im just. so excited.

[jareaul0ver]

I love you, I'm Sorry

wc: 978 warnings: angsty but a happy ending! pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

A/N: omg im actually posting?? don't get used to this i go back to school soon and probably wont post anything til either spring break or the summer

Two Years Ago

You were pacing around your apartment, waiting for Nika to come over like she said she would.

Nika's been your unofficial girlfriend for a while, but you never put a label on what you had.

But she was leaving for the W soon, and you either wanted all or nothing with her.

A few minutes into your pacing, there was a knock on the door. You walked over and opened it, seeing Nika's smiling face. "You wanted to talk?" She said.

You nodded and invited her in. "Do you want anything to drink? Coffee or tea?"

Nika shook her head and sat down on your couch. "I'm okay, thank you."

A small sigh left your body as you went over and sat down, leaving a bit of space between the two of you just in case everything went south.

"What's this about?" She asked cautiously.

You took a deep breath and leaned back into the couch a little. "You're leaving soon, and-"

"That doesn't mean this has to end, if that's where you're going with this," Nika interjected.

A small frustrated sigh left your lips. "What even is this, Nika? Are we girlfriends? Or just casually fucking?" She stayed silent and you just scoffed. "It's your choice, either we put a label on this, or I'm done."

The last thing Nika wanted was to completely lose you, but she didn't like the ultimatum you were giving her. "That's not fair, I need to focus on basketball-"

"And just lead me on the whole time? Have me thinking we could be something more, even though we never will be?" You tried to keep your voice steady, but it was getting difficult.

She sighed and stood up. "I- I'm sorry, but I can't do this," she said before grabbing her things and walking to the door.

You stood up and watched her. She was so ready to leave, no hesitation. "So that's it then? You're just leaving?"

Nika's jaw twitched and she stared at you for a moment. "I"m sorry," she mumbled before opening the door and leaving, letting it close behind her.

You forced your eyes away from the door and looked out the window, watching the May atmosphere warming up the world, but it felt so cold in your apartment without Nika.

It hadn't been that long since Nika left for the W, and everyone already loved her. She charmed everyone she met, other players, fans, the media.

It's like she trained herself, got lessons on how to be a people person. She never was before. She was always polite, but kept to herself.

Except around you. You always were able to break down her walls and see what was really going on with her, how she really was.

But now you see this people pleaser on TV and social media, and all you can do is complain to your friends about it.

Two Summers from Now

After a while, you had managed to get over Nika. Well, more so over what happened with her.

You'd always have a soft spot for the girl, she saw you and supported you at your worst, and you could never stop loving her because of it.

It was ironic. You were about to head out to Seattle to visit some friends, and Nika was about to get on a plane back to Storrs to see her friends.

At this moment, you broke no contact with her. You sent her a text, hoping she didn't have you blocked, or that she didn't change her number.

You were a little surprised to see an answer from her short after you sent the message. The two of you ended up talking about life, realizing that just maybe, you could be cool with her.

She gave you some advice about Seattle, and you let her know how excited the other UConn girls would be to see her again.

The next few days went by in a blur. You were in Seattle, taking in the scenery, leaning out the window of your hotel and having a drink.

I love you, I'm Sorry

You were still in Seattle. You didn't realize that Nika had messaged your friends, asking what hotel you were at and your room number.

She came back early, and she wanted needed to see you before you left. She wanted to attempt to fix things.

Nika's feelings for you never left. She knew that she reacted badly when you told her what you wanted, and she wasn't sure that she could forgive herself for walking away so easily.

But she at least needed you to know that she still loved you.

At about 10pm that night, there was a knock on your hotel door. You looked over in confusion before getting up from your bed and walking over.

You opened the door, and it was like everything from the past few years came flooding back. "Nika?" You invited her inside. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to say sorry for everything. For the way I reacted back then, I was a dick about it, and you didn't deserver any of it," she said.

You were speechless, so she took it as her que to keep going. "I was the worst, and every time I go for a drive I think about the ones we used to take to clear our heads. I swear, it haunts me-" She cleared her through.

"Nika-" You said, but she cut you off.

"I still love you, I'm sorry." The words fell from her lips so effortlessly, you couldn't help but want to give in and see where it led.

So you did. You caved and rushed up to her, pressing your lips against hers.

It lasted for a few seconds before you rested your forehead against hers. "I love you, and I'm sorry, too."

[roachs-pet-roach]

The Soap Fic I said I’d write but took me forever:

yo @spottlessspectre i did it @lemonwrap your poll started this

im so sorry I meant to post this like last week but i forgot i didn’t and then life kicked my ass with the flu 😔

———

The young boy happily sat in his chair, Hands folded in his lap. His legs were too short to reach the ground, so he swung them as he looked at the teacher happily.

The teacher looked at the kid, fighting a sigh

“So Johnny,” She started, rubbing the bridge of her nose “Do you know why I’m talking you?”

The little boy shook his head, legs still swinging as he looked at his teacher.

“No ma’am”

“I’m talking to you because Elizabeth told me that you were,” she sighed “eating bugs?”

The little boys face lit up, and he nodded happily. Johnny grinned

“Yeah! The worms are kinda like noodles” He declared, very proud of himself for this discovery.

The teacher rubbed her temples, looking at the excited boy

“Johnny- do you get enough to eat at home?”

The little boy cocked his head, small mohawk flopping to the side

“Yes Miss Campbell” He grinned, squirming in his seat. Little thing could never sit still for too long.

She sighed

“Alright Johnny, just don’t do it again”

The little boy nodded vigorously, grinning.

“alright you can go play outside with the others now”

The little boy practically tore out of the room. the kid was excitable on good days, he was one of the kids who truly needed the recess.

——

“Miss Campbell?” The little girl said as she looked up at her teacher. The teacher looked down at the small child

“Yes Bethany?”

“Johnny was eating bugs again!” The little girl said, clearly quite disgusted.

“…Thank you for letting me know” the twacher sighed, watching the little girl bound back to her seat.

She had just seen the MacTavishes last month when Johnny had licked a classmate, and now she was going to see them again.

———

The next day, Ms. Campbell and the MacTavishes all sat in Ms. Campbell’s room. Johnny sat in his chair, his little legs swinging as he sipped on a juice box.

“So, Mrs. MacTavish-” Ms. Campbell started, watching the woman “Your son has exhibited some… mildly concerning behaviors at recess recently”

Mrs. MacTavish frowned, eyebrows furrowing

“How so?”

“We have worries that he may not be getting enough to eat as he has been.. eating bugs”

“they’re crunchy!” The boy piped up, grinning. Mrs. MacTavish flushed, looking at her husband. The boy continued happily

“look!” He produced a beetle from his pocket before popping it in his mouth. Mrs. MacTavish averted her gaze, embarrassed

“Johnny!” Mr. MacTavish scolded. The boy grinned.

“it’s crunchy dad!” The boy grinned, legs swishing as he washed the beetle down with a sip of his juice.

“I assure we feed him enough at home-” Mrs. MacTavish said, still half-shielding her face with her hand out of sheer embarrassment.

“Kid eats more than his siblings combined” Mr. MacTavish added, looking a bit flustered at his child’s action.

Ms. Campbell nodded, watching as Johnny got up and started to wander the classroom, looking in the corners.

Presumably looking for bugs.

“I’m not doubting you, but we have to call home for things like this- you understand.” Ms. Campbell said.

“Yes, Yes of course we understand” Mr. MacTavish replied.

Mrs MacTavish ushered her son out of the room, still embarrassed.

“Johnny why are you eating bugs?” She hissed as they walked back to the car

“they go good with dirt!” The child grinned, looking up at his mother “and with the mud soup!” he added before scurrying ahead to the car.

“good lord this child is gonna give me gray hairs” Mr. MacTavish sighed.

“You’re just old” Mrs. MacTavish teased, squealing a laugh as her husband pinched her arm gently.

“MOM!!” Johnny yelled, holding up something in his little hand “I FOUND A CRICKET!”

“JOHNNY NO!” Mr. MacTavish yelled

[calypso-rt]

TIDAL WAVE - PT. I

𓇼 RAFE CAMERON X F!READER | 2k

𓇼 SUMMARY: Returning to the Outer Banks after being gone for years in a new city wasn’t part of your plan: but neither was seeing Rafe again. The boy you once shared everything with, now a stranger who’s a dangerous mix of old attraction and new resentment.

𓇼 A/N: FIRST SERIES AAA im so excited I hope you guys like it! Interactions with the post are very very appreciated <3

Flashback:

You remember it like a scene from one of those old home videos your parents used to make. 

Grainy edges, sunlight flaring across the lens, and the sound of waves crashing faintly in the background. You couldn’t have been older than nine, your hair still tangled from the saltwater, your sundress damp from an ill-advised wade into the ocean. Sarah was tugging you toward the porch of the Camerons’ beach house, her laugh light and easy, a perfect match for the golden afternoon.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re gonna play pirates!” she’d shouted, her hand warm and sticky from the popsicle you’d both split earlier.

You had barely stepped onto the porch when Rafe appeared, his eleven-year-old frame all angles and elbows as he leaned against the wooden railing, trying to look disinterested. You’d seen that look a hundred times. 

He’d only ever pretended not to care when it came to you.

“Pirates? That’s dumb,” he said, crossing his arms. But then his eyes flicked to you, and you caught the way his face softened, just barely.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You always say that. Go play with Topper or something if you’re gonna be boring.”

Rafe didn’t move. “Topper’s busy,” he mumbled, still looking at you. “I guess I’ll play.”

You smiled at him then, bright and carefree, and something about the way his cheeks flushed faintly made your chest feel warm.

Sarah groaned. “Fine. But you’re not the captain this time.”

He shrugged, already stepping closer. “Don’t care.”

But he did care. You could see it in the way he hovered near you, always watching, always finding reasons to include you in the game. Even when Sarah’s attention drifted elsewhere, because Sarah’s attention always drifted, Rafe stayed. He helped you find the best “treasure” in the garden, hoisting you up on his shoulders to reach the highest hiding spots. He even let you boss him around, pretending to surrender when you declared yourself the pirate queen.

It wasn’t until later, when the sun was dipping low and the grown-ups were calling everyone in for dinner, that Rafe lingered at the edge of the porch as you headed inside. You turned back to look at him, curious.

“Hey, Y/N,” he called softly, his voice carrying over the quiet hum of cicadas.

“Yeah?” you asked, pausing halfway through the door.

He hesitated, scuffing his sneaker against the wooden plank. “Nothing,” he said finally, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “See you tomorrow?”

You nodded, smiling again. “See you tomorrow.”

And even now, years later, the memory sticks with you. 

The way he always found reasons to stay close, even when Sarah was the one dragging you over. Because somehow, even then, it had never really been about pirates or treasure. 

It had always been about you.

...

The sound of the ocean is the first thing you hear as you step off the plane.

 It’s unmistakable, that salty tang in the air, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore like an old friend calling you home. 

For a moment, you stand there, taking it all in, letting the heat of the Outer Banks wrap itself around you. It’s been years, far too many for your liking, since you left this place. 

You left when you were twelve years old, to be exact. 

Years since you traded this sun-drenched paradise for the cold, polished streets of New York.

And now, after what felt like an eternity, you’re back.

You never intended for this return to be anything more than a short visit, a quiet summer before diving headfirst into college. A time to reconnect with your roots, even if the landscape has changed.

And so have you. 

But Kiara, always the persistent one, had other plans. When you mentioned dropping by for a few months, she didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Stay with me. Stay with the Pogues,” she had urged, voice practically oozing with excitement. “It’ll be like old times, Y/N. You, me, John B., JJ, Pope... We’ll make the summer unforgettable.”

There it was, the irresistible pull. You hadn’t seen Kiara in years, not in the way that felt real. And you missed her, you missed the simplicity of life before you became just another rich kid in the fast-paced world of Manhattan. Life had a way of getting complicated, and somehow, Kiara and the Pogues always felt like a breath of fresh air. Wild, free, and unapologetically themselves. 

How could you say no to that?

So here you are, back where it all started. The same sleepy town with the same sun-kissed beaches. Except, this time, it feels different. You can feel it in your bones. The changes, the things left unsaid, the way the past lingers like an unspoken promise.

And you can’t help but wonder if some things were meant to stay in the past.

…

The shack was exactly how you remembered it: half falling apart, half filled with life. The faded paint on the exterior couldn’t hide the memories embedded in its walls, and the creak of the wooden steps felt like an old song you hadn’t heard in years.

“Y/N!”

Kiara was the first to spot you, practically launching herself off the porch. She wrapped you in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of your lungs, her hair tickling your cheek as she squeezed. “You’re really here! I told them you’d come!”

You laughed, the sound a little shaky as nerves gave way to familiarity. “Of course I came. Did you think I’d miss one last summer with you guys?”

Behind her, John B appeared, his grin as wide as the sea. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence. Thought you’d gone full city girl on us.”

“Please,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “Like New York could ever compare to this.”

“Damn right,” JJ called from the doorway, a beer in hand and mischief in his eyes. He strolled over and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Our OG Kook defector back in action. You’re staying for the whole summer, yeah?”

“That’s the plan,” you said, trying to ignore the pang of nostalgia. It was easy to fall into the rhythm with them again, their laughter and teasing like a balm. As as you stepped inside the shack, your gaze flicked to the edges of the group, where Pope stood leaning against the counter, a quiet smile on his face.

“Hey, Pope,” you greeted, softening your tone.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied, his voice as steady and reassuring as ever. “Good to have you back.”

It felt good, almost too good, to be here again. You spent hours that felt like mere minutes laughing and catching up with the Pogues. They told you about their latest escapades and some island drama full of a few familiar names here and there. But the laughter in the room dimmed when Kiara mentioned a certain someone.

“Rafe’s gonna lose it when he hears you’re back,” she said, half-laughing as she opened a bottle of water.

The room went quiet, the kind of stillness that made your stomach twist. JJ suddenly found the label of his beer bottle fascinating. John B looked out the window, lips pressed into a thin line. Even Kiara seemed to regret saying his name, her casual smile faltering.

“What?” you asked, glancing around. “What did I miss?”

Kiara hesitated before replying, her voice careful. “Rafe’s... different now. Not the guy you remember.”

Your heart sank, a weight settling in your chest. “Yeah, I figured,” you said, trying to sound casual even as the words burned on their way out. “I mean, it’s been a while.”

“It’s not just that,” Pope interjected, his tone sharper than you’d expected. “He’s gotten worse. Like, dangerous worse.”

JJ scoffed. “He was always a little unhinged, but now? Dude went straight up psycho.”

Your gaze dropped to the weathered floorboards. A part of you wanted to defend him, to argue that he wasn’t always like that. At least, not with you. But the words caught in your throat, stuck behind the uncomfortable truth that you didn’t really know him anymore.

And then there was the unspoken tension hanging in the air, the reminder that you weren’t just coming back to the Pogues. You were walking a tightrope between two worlds.

 Once upon a time, you’d been the first to cross the Kook-Pogue line, dragging Kiara and Sarah into your rebellion towards the end. But now, with Kiara and Sarah firmly rooted in their anti-Kook stance, and you having been away for years, you weren’t sure where you fit in.

“You okay?” John B asked, his voice quieter now.

You forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah. Just... getting used to being back.”

He exchanged a glance with Kiara, but neither of them pushed further.

You leaned against the counter, the laughter of the group gradually resuming around you. But in the back of your mind, one thought lingered: Rafe might not remember the promises you made, the summers you shared.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t sure you wanted him to.

…

The porch creaked under the weight of six bodies sprawled across mismatched furniture, an assortment of stolen cushions, and weather-beaten blankets. JJ tossed a seashell in the air, catching it lazily as he leaned back on a worn deck chair.

“You missed all the good stuff last summer,” he said, smirking as his blue eyes glinted with mischief. “John B and I found the perfect treasure map. Could’ve been the haul of a lifetime, Y/N. But noooo you were too busy being a city slicker.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting a mosquito off your arm. “Right, because I’m sure it wasn’t just a soggy takeout menu you convinced Pope was a secret code.”

Pope snorted from his perch on the railing, a half-smile on his face. “I’m still mad about that, by the way. You made me spend a whole afternoon at the library decoding food stains.”

The group burst into laughter, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. The familiarity was intoxicating. This rhythm you all had, built on years of shared adventures and enough trouble to fill a rap sheet.

“Okay, okay,” Kiara cut in, sitting cross-legged with her back against the wall. “Let’s talk plans. It’s summer, and Y/N’s back. We need to do something epic.”

JJ perked up immediately. “Surf trip to Mason’s Inlet. Or, hear me out: night diving at the wreck!”

“Hard pass on the wreck,” Pope said, shaking his head. “The last time we went, JJ swore he saw a ghost and almost drowned me trying to swim away.”

“I did see something!” JJ protested. “Tell her, John B.”

John B looked up from where he was tying a fishing lure. “It was probably a fish, man.”

“Yeah, a ghost fish,” JJ retorted, earning an eye roll from Kiara.

“What about a party?” Sarah suggested, brushing sand off her shorts. “Start of summer, but make it end of summer vibes. We’ll invite everyone.”

Kiara raised a brow. “By ‘everyone,’ you mean Kooks too?”

Sarah hesitated, her gaze flickering toward you. “I mean, it’s not like we can stop them from showing up. This is the Outer Banks. Everyone knows everyone.”

The tension was so subtle you almost missed it, but it hung there like a low tide: unspoken, yet undeniable.

“Party sounds fun,” you said quickly, steering the conversation back. “But what about something that doesn’t involve me getting roasted for leaving?”

“Fair enough,” JJ said, grinning. “We’ll roast you on the water instead. Surf contest, loser buys beer.”

“You’re on,” you shot back, feeling the weight on your chest ease, if only slightly.

The banter continued, plans spilling out as the sun dipped lower, painting the water in molten gold. Yet, in the back of your mind, a nagging thought lingered. 

Rafe. 

His name had changed everything, and despite the easy banter, you couldn’t help but wonder if the bond you once shared was now lost to time.

[house-on-sand]

this is the post for me! <- guy who loves jason todd AND reading and thinks he should be allowed to read so many books

to start off, i already made a post explaining why i think he should read house of leaves by mark z danielewski but i have some more thoughts as well

i think he'd enjoy the hunger games a lot, some of the themes n stuff from it would imo resonate with him a little.

& he was probably a percy jackson kid bc it fits 2 me

the giver by lois lowry is another one! mainly because i enjoyed it but also? i feel like he would too

unwind by neal shusterman! idk on this one it's a book i enjoy and he should read it but he'd either love it or be neutral abt it tbh

the ranger's apprentice series....

do i think he'd enjoy the dune series? no absolutely not. do i think he's read them all? yeah 100%. he watched the new dune movie and didn't like it so he read the books so he could complain about it accurately. which is a mood sorry

slaughterhouse-five by kurt vonnegut

head full of ghosts by paul tremblay

and idk specific books or anything but he was/is absolutely big on reading nonfiction books bc he's such a nerd! /aff (this is mainly based on how excited he was to do his history (pretty sure it was history?) paper during his jaybin days)

when he was way younger, like when he was on his own n stuff, i just know he was devouring those eyewitness kids science n history books i just know it. yes this is projection bc i loved those books so much as a kid

im out of ideas for right now tho!

Saw you mentioning that you wanted jason to have things other than pride and prejudice, i know i have a list somewhere of all the books hes mentioned if you wanted to dig it up :)! But personally ive always taken him for a guy who likes flannery o'conner

Oh, I would LOVE that. If you ever find that list, please recommend it to me! I want this man to have some variety in his taste, dammit!

Any Jason Todd lovers out there who have any opinions on the type of books he would read? Why? Do you love those books? What’s a book you hated that you think he’ll love? What’s a book you love that you think he’ll hate?

Bonus: you can’t use any of the classics. Of the books I’ve read, I think he would love:

The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Choksi (he would be so into the ending let me tell you. The idea of someone being loved despite all their faults and secrets? He would be so down bad. Personally a three star read for me.)

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman (a religious horror about the end of the world set in medieval Europe? He would eat it up. An all time fave for me)

Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff (unironically will love the juvenile power fantasy of it all. He would be so into this edgy-ass book)

He would dislike a book that was in my top ten last year which is The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh, I just feel like the whimsical tone of the book wouldn’t appeal to him.

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.

[ghostofsnails]

so did you guys know theres this character called tristan vik disventure camp and

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[milesofstars]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!

i mostly made this account as a way to look at other peoples art on tumblr, and only really started posted a couple pieces of art for fun, but the positivity ive received so far is so encouraging for me and my art that this is most likely going to become an actual art blog (which i wasnt expecting!!)

thank you again for interacting with my posts and leaving kind messages, i appreciate it more than you can know =))

PS: i am considering making some sort of Ask The Characters blog (idk what theyre called) possibly for danganronpa... lmk if that sounds cool...

[jils-things]

probably one of my favorite attacks ive done! i was proud of this from start to finish 💚💚 all of the ocs here belong to my friends, (bee, nero, milo and lara) except for the green feller (me!) 😉

[cradle-of-darkness]

COOKIES OF DARKNESS NATION WE ARE OFFICIALLY BACK 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

(long rambling in tags if u care)

[llitchilitchi]

I miss and mourn the days of summer 2022, I don't think I've ever been that happy and fulfilled as an internet artist in my life

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

[freaky-flawless]

Oh my god. I HAAATTEEE how Mercari shows you items that have been sold by default. I just saw a sold listing for a complete I Heart Fashion Wydowna doll for $30.00!!!!!

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

yall I could CRYYYYY - in my personal life, I’ve been helping to unionise my workplace (I work in higher ed as staff) and we found out today that we’ve been certified by our state labor board!!!!

it’s been almost a year in the work to even get it off the ground, a lot of pain and challenges from the college, a potential hearing that we managed to avoid, but we’re finally recognised and can start bargaining!

I’m so excited to see this project come to fruition after so long - it has been such a relief and I haven’t been this elated is a very long time

[featherymainffins]

Kinda fucked up how all the people I know are like "Yeah I know what I want in my life. I want to work in X field and I want/don't want a long-term partner who I'm going to marry, I want kids and-"

and I'm there just like 🧍