#i do have a fic queued for later tho

[keirawantstocry]

the rain is so lovely and loud anyone else in love with thunderstorms

[ficsnroses]

hi bbs y’all want a smut on Saturday or a fluff?? let ya girl know!!❄️🤍

[truncatedgrip]

PSA for new tumblr users!

there's plenty of posts like this going around, but one more can't hurt lmao

Tumblr is NOT like Instagram or Twitter or TikTok! Likes don't do SHIT here. There is no algorithm, no fyp.

If you enjoy a post, REBLOG!!!

Reblogging a post helps it gain traction, plus you can leave private comments in the tags that only op and the person you reblogged from will see.

This is ESPECIALLY important for art and fic!!! Reblogging supports the artist/writer, and i can guarantee you that any little comment you put in tags will make their day.

Also, unlike a lot of other social media, tumblr posts have no "expiration date". It's common for old posts to randomly resurface and be mass-reblogged by people. It's also fairly common to go through someone's blog and spam-reblog (some people don't like this, and will say so in their bio or pinned post. usually tho, you can assume spam-reblogging will only bring a smile to someone's face). It's also common to reblog a post multiple times in a row!

Also, reblogging =/= reposting! Reblogging still gives op the traction and notes, unlike (as i've heard anyway, i don't use twt) quote-retweets. When an artist says "don't repost", they mean don't save the image and share it in an entirely new post of your own.

Next topic! Tags. Tags in a post itself won't do anything. Use the tumblr tags for it! Tumblr tags also let you make comments in a sort of "whisper voice", and sometimes someone will see your tags and find them funny enough to screenshot and put in a reblog. This is colloquially known as being peer reviewed, and is both a blessing and a curse. People can also see who you reblogged from, and sometimes will reblog from that person instead if there's "unnecessary comments" in a reblog, such as an @ or an in-joke with a mutual.

If you don't reblog anything, people will tend to assume you're a bot and block you on sight. This site has a history of pornbots who will like a post on someone's blog and thus create a connection for google searches. Most people don't want that connection, and thus block empty blogs. Having a profile picture and a blog title/bio will help prevent this, but even with your likes public an empty blog will often get blocked on sight.

Speaking of public likes! They're useless. Mostly, likes are used to save posts for later, such as a recipe you want to look back on, or a video you couldn't watch while in public, or something you couldn't reblog because you hit your post limit. Tumblr's post limit is iirc about 200 posts a day (incl reblogs), so go ham! If your post limit has been hit, you can always queue things up for later. In your blog settings you can find your queue, and adjust how often and when it'll post. You can have up to 1000 posts queued, so when i say go ham i MEAN go ham.

TL;DR always REBLOG rather than LIKE, and use TAGS to comment!

[meltwonu]

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

22. “Mine.”

78. “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

notes; racer!au/street-racing!au, the smallest hint of dom!joshua, inexperienced!reader, corruption kink, road head, dirty talk! Sorry I changed it a bit from biker josh to street racing josh! Still the same concept tho hehe 😉 💕 we love a bad boy Joshua moment 🥴😌 I’m rly excited about racer au u guys 😩 altho depending on how long it takes to get thru this cycle and if I have to take any breaks, I might need to do a schedule change when it gets closer October to prep for halloween month monster fuckin fics ☠️ more on that later 💕 As always, thank you sooooooo much for requesting! enjoy! 💕

*queued post

The first time Joshua took you on a date, it was a quiet dinner at 9PM before he’d taken you to a midnight street race that he’d taken part in.

You stood by the passenger’s side; eyes wide at the way everyone swooned over him as soon as he stepped out of the driver’s seat.

‘It’s not a big deal to be honest, it’s pretty fun.’ He’d said; hand gliding through his soft hair as your mouth hung agape, ‘The biggest hurdle is not getting caught.’

He was right - the thrill of the blue and red lights chasing after the two of you down the hillside at 2AM and Joshua’s nonchalant smirk as he barreled down the road had you panties wet every time.

And tonight was no different.

This time you’d eased into the passenger’s seat of his car before the race had started; Joshua’s brow raising as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Oh? I’m surprised you wanna be in the front row this time, baby.”

You smile gently, cheeks warm as you melt at the way he looks you up and down from the driver’s seat. “Um, y-yeah, I just--I thought it’d be a different experience than always waiting for you a-at the finish line, is all…”

Your panties stick to you like a second skin as you squirm slightly in your seat and Joshua revs the car a few times before he maneuvers the car right to the starting line.

“Hmm… Is that so? ‘Cause you’ve been lookin’ at me differently all night, baby. I think there’s something else you want~”

“W-what? No--No, I haven’t!” You reply panickedly; hands gripping the seatbelt for dear life as he chuckles.

“Are you sure? Because for once it looks like you’re the one who wants to eat me up instead of the other way around… Not that I’m complaining. I think it’s cute and I’m kinda gettin’ hard already just thinkin’ about what I wanna do to you~”

From the outside, Jun saunters up to the start line as he yells for both racers to get ready - hands in the air about to start the race as you try to find the words to say.

“Are your panties all wet thinkin’ about my hand up your cute ‘lil skirt last time, hmm? Me making you cum in your panties by just touching you a little bit… Who would’ve thought you’d get off while the cops were chasing us. You’re actually such a bad girl, aren’t you?”

‘Get set, GO!’

Joshua takes off in a heartbeat as you gasp at the intense rumbling from the car; the trees all a blur as the two of you fly past them in haste.

“You know, I always wanted to try road head, if you’re up for it~”

You know you don’t have a lot of time.

“Fuck, for someone who’s never done this before, you’re so fuckin’ good at it, baby…” He mutters from above you just as you sink your mouth down around his cock - lips stretching around his thick shaft in the mildly awkward position over the center console.

But Joshua doesn’t mind and doesn’t let it distract him from the point at hand as he switches gears and barrels down the hillside even faster than he ever has before.

“Did you get wet like this every single time I brought you out here?” You hum around his cock; hollowing out your cheeks and working your mouth up and down slowly.

“Mm, I would’ve wanted this to be a ‘lil more romantic than this for your first time suckin’ my cock but I won’t complain… Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good, baby… I can’t wait to feel what your pretty ‘lil pussy feels like around my cock too.”

You clench around emptiness as you whine around his girth - suddenly feeling extremely empty as the desire to be filled by Joshua’s cock only grows stronger with each passing second he’s filling your mouth.

He drifts around a bend in the road that has you momentarily pulling off of him as you sputter and peer up at him - lips wet and covered in precum as he meets your teary eyes for a fluttering millisecond.

“You look good like that,” He grits out, “Fuck, the way I’d ruin you right now if I could.”

“J--Joshua… My--my….” He sees you from the corner of his eye as you reach a hand between your own legs; your inner thighs covered in wetness as you mewl when you run your fingertips over your soaked panties.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive, baby~ Such a bad girl sucking my cock like this and getting wet from it~”

You let out a soft cry before you’re wrapping your lips around his cock again, except this time, you keep your fingertips gliding against the wet fabric of your panties as you tease yourself in tandem with teasing him with your mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” Joshua groans, “I wanna cum down your pretty ‘lil throat~”

You rub soft circles around your clit from over your panties; the friction hardly enough for you to get off just yet. 

“Such a filthy ‘lil thing... What would all your friends think of you knowing you’re sucking my cock like this, hmm? Sucking your boyfriend’s cock in the middle of a street race while you touch yourself and try to get yourself off with my cock lodged down your throat.” He licks his lips, eyeing the finish line before checking his rear view mirror for Seokmin’s car trailing close behind. 

“This is just the beginning too~ I still have so much to show you, baby~ Especially the backseat of my car... Hah, you’d look so pretty with your legs spread wide for me while I fucked you back there~” 

His words are enough for another gush of wetness to soak into your ruined panties and all you can do in response is moan around his cock and try to take more of him down your throat as you fight your gag reflex. 

“Oh~ For the next race I think we’re going for the hill with a lot of bumps in the road... How about I have you keep a toy in that pretty ‘lil pussy and watch you lose it in the passenger’s seat of my car, hmm? I bet it’d feel so good~”

He feels his cock throbbing in your mouth the closer he gets to the finish line - in both aspects. 

But it's the way you pull off of his cock; tongue lapping at his thick girth from base to tip before you’re sucking on the head like a lollipop. 

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.” You groan; voice hoarse and throat stinging. “My pussy is so w-wet, Joshua... I, ah, feel s-so empty down h-here... Don’t you want to make me t-take your cock in the backseat...? I need it s-so bad...” 

Joshua's car crosses the finish line only seconds before Seokmin’s does and the cheering from the outside only lasts a few seconds before the familiar blue and red lights are swarming the hillside and he’s cursing under his breath. 

“You fuckin’ little minx. Once we’re out of sight from everyone, your pussy is mine. Got it? Mine.” 

He’s eerily quiet as you stay bent over his lap; the urge to get the two of you out of sight fueling his adrenaline as his car screeches around another bend in the road. 

“I hope you’re ready to learn what it’s like to really go for a ride, baby.”

[tellerluna-stories]

works in progress…

welcome to the mad scientist lab of yours truly, annie!! this is only a small portion of all the brainrot i have on my mind 24/7, and i only picked out the stuff that i was more or less sure that I’d write something for later on. please do keep in mind that all of these WIPs are subject to change!

KEY GUIDE: 'uploading files' means stuff I'm currently working on actively. 'on hold' refers to the stuff that I wrote on a whim and then put aside to focus on other fics. 'queued files' is for the stories that are mapped out but have yet to be written.

UPLOADING FILES . . .

lay all your love on me. [ kaeya x reader ]

multichaptered fic, top priority! inspired by the song ‘lay all your love on me’ by ABBA. fluff, comedy, and a little bit of angsty pining probably, knowing me— i won’t spoil too much, but just read the song lyrics heheheHEHE

look into my eyes (for the rest of our lifetimes) [ ningguang x reader ]

one-shot, high priority. childhood friends-to-lovers, fluffy reunion fic (title is subject to change). i started writing this after playing through her hangout!!! she has a softer side to her that is sadly underrepresented, so i hope to explore that particular aspect of her character in this fic. WE’LL HAVE TO SEE IF I CAN PULL IT OFF THO LOLOL

give me your wishlist [ childe x reader ]

it’s childe, of course it’s high priority!!!! one-shot, fluff and a little bit of comedy, and inspired by the song wishlist by txt. this was a self-indulgent fic i started for my bday last year and then got immediately swamped with thesis work right after. I STILL AM GONNA FINISH THIS THO, FIGHT ME THESIS

3/4ths time signature [ atsushi nakajima x reader ]

one-shot, medium priority. sappy domestic fluff inspired by the song only by lee hi, another self-indulgent fic for me bc i was sTReeEEEEeesseDDD. i work on this when I’m brain-drained for ideas on the other three fics. title is also subject to change.

ON HOLD . . .

untitled [ thoma x reader ]

one-shot, low priority. friends-to-lovers fluff (probably???? i don’t remember lololol). a random draft that i wrote at some ungodly hour in the morning and then forgot about. it’s pretty decent though so i might finish it…..????

pull my heart-strings, won’t you? (it’s not like it can hurt me anyway) [ scaramouche x reader ]

tentative multi-chaptered fic (if i pull a tellerluna-stories here and make it too long again), medium priority. modern AU, fake dating trope with a forest of pining and a field of fluff to go with it. tbh now that I’ve seen our beloved summer i lowkey have ideas for this,,,,,, HMMMMM

the clear moon [ atsushi nakajima x reader ]

one-shot, low priority. just some hurt/comfort stuff that i wrote at 4 in the morning and never finished. if i put these drafts in this list, it means i will probably finish them eventually!!!

a soul forged of steel [ childe x reader ]

tentative multi-chaptered fic, medium priority. a self-indulgent android AU, because my detroit become human phase will not stay in its grave. title is subject to change; frankly, I’m unsure if i want to make this into a bigger AU that isn’t reader-insert so i can explore the concept of a cybernetic version of Teyvat with more freedom. until i decide, this draft is just gonna sit there and look pretty <33

QUEUED FILES . . .

The Eldritch Abomination From the Cold Depths of the Abyss is Surprisingly Warm Towards Me?! [ enjou x reader ]

most likely a one-shot (this is if i avoid pulling a tellerluna-stories), high priority. comedy, fluff and chaos. plot has more or less already been fully mapped out and it’s only a matter of writing it; tbh i feel like my soul is leaving my body after admitting that I’m writing this,,,, also yes, that is the actual title. kudos to my beta reader who came up with it :DDDD

sweeter than a love potion. [ diluc x reader ]

probably gonna be a multi-chaptered fic, low to medium priority. fluff, comedy, and found family to boot, starring diona, reader, and diluc. only half of the plot has been mapped out so far, as i still need to do research on some things before getting into it lol. the diluc kisser in me is coming out and i don’t want to admit it HAHAHAHA

[maschotch]

hi! just gonna make an intro post for those interested~

im rewatching criminal minds from the beginning and capping every episode as i go along. ive seen rewatched every cm season at least 3 times, and this blog is mostly to avoid sending my friends the same clips with the same comments every time i watch lol. its just all of my thoughts and ramblings for my favorite moments

im 22 and i try to avoid interacting with/following minors. asks are fine, just no dms. my main is @aarcn​ but this is where everything cm related is. i’m not into x reader fic, especially the explicit stuff, so if you post a lot of that i probably won’t follow you back. and if i unfollow all of a sudden, its probably because of that. nothing personal! i just dont really want to see it.

i’ll tag anything you need, just shoot me an ask and i’ll start tagging it no problem. its criminal minds so the subject matter can get a little dark so i totally understand :)

currently tagging:

cm crit—anything critiquing the show itself, usually the writers/creators

char crit—anything critiquing characters (anything jj critical will be tagged here but lmk if you’d like a more specific tag)

sa mention—any in depth analysis of foyet will also be tagged here

anti jj—critical of jj specifically, only if its in the actual post. if its in the tags im not gonna bother

feel free to send asks, anons always on, or dm me! i love talking about criminal minds and hearing different interpretations of characters <3 its just a fun funky show that im way too invested in

below the read more are links to the different kinds of posts:

i have a queue currently running with character caps from random eps but other than that most of the posts are chronological. photo post limit is 150 a day and i hit that pretty regularly, but i try to upload episodes as i watch them. 

cm caps - these are just screenshots so you dont have to credit or anything, but i’d appreciate if you tagged me in or send me what you made! it makes me happy that people find uses for them

cm icons - these are edited caps, so if you do use them please reblog or credit. feel free to send requests! i have lots of character caps from eps i’ve done so far

cm writings - stuff i write! i dont have much bc im really not much of a writer anymore but fics, mcs, and extended meta will go here. may not use this tag often bc i tend to ramble in tags anyway so theres usually a mini-essay below every post

cm fics - specifically fics i write! @t4thotchniss and i have our own little cm universe that i’ll write stuff for sometimes, so you may want to check out his summary for the general gist

cm parallels - caps from different moments (though sometimes the same episode) that make me crazy 🤪 probably my favorite tag

cm comp - compilation posts, usually divided by season. again these are just caps so feel free to take and use as you will!

im open to requests for any of the above post types, so feel free to shoot an ask or dm. if you want something from an episode that i’ve done so far i probably have caps already so i’ll gladly do it! if you want something from a later season (or for characters i dont cap as much like jj, reid, rossi, etc), please be as specific as possible with your request. episode numbers would be great.

for shipping stuff i’m pretty open to most things. i do have some common romantic pairings i really do not like and view as exclusively platonic: hotch/reid, hotch/jj, hotch/elle... those are his kids lol

love for criminal minds has faded, so im not gonna try to push myself until the obsession returns. feel free to send thoughts/opinions/questions, i still have My Takes that stay in my brain forever <3 for now tho the only original posts are just gonna be queued character caps. ive got 1000+ drafts so its not gonna run out any time soon

[daisybeewrites]

Sorry, I’m Married

word count?: 3.5k

warnings: canon-typical violence, i don’t describe it graphically tho, just a minor skirmish. happy ending :)

requested? no

ship: dousy/daisy johnson x daniel sousa & dad!coulson

hey guys! i wrote this on a whim after hanging out in a dousy group. i was inspired by the chat at the end of the fic. as always, thank you for reading!! and drink some water ;) fic under the cut!

Neon lights reflected off rough concrete walls as Daisy’s combat boots walked down the steps to the underground club. Light up signs glowed and glittery heels flashed as crowds of people surged and stepped on the technicolour dance floor. The sequins of her dress reflected spotlights that roved the entry area. There were booths with cushy red banquettes lining the walls near the bar, giving college girls a place to rest their feet and hotshot businessmen a table to sip beer. Currently, the club was full, young men and women crowding the bar and dance floor. Decades night, Daisy deduced, as most of the inhabitants were wearing flashy dresses or denim bell bottoms. Deke would’ve loved this, she thought. I wonder how Deke is doing…

Daisy’s mind drifted as the light up jukebox in the corner switched songs. She didn’t spot the target anywhere, so she pushed in a quarter, chose her favourite 80s hit, and watched as the jukebox queued her song. The vibrations of the speakers were reverberating through her, pumping her adrenaline up. Good, more energy for a fight if I need it. 

Three leather stools were open at the bar—one by itself, and two side by side. She nodded at the bartender and sat in the single empty seat. Her comms crackled in her right ear, reminding her of why she was here in the first place. 

“Dais, can you hear me?” She located where Coulson was speaking across the room, sitting in a wooden booth near the side exit. He casually leaned back and sipped his drink. 

“Loud and clear,” Daisy mumbled. 

“New intel from HQ just came in. The weapons the target is dealing? Alien tech.”

“Great, she said sarcastically,” said Daisy, clearly annoyed. 

Coulson laughed. “On your 3.” 

Daisy rested her elbow forward on the bartop, scanning the selection of alcohols as a premise to look down the row of people to her right. She noticed two young lads dressed in all black suits, carrying briefcases. There was no way these guys were in charge of the illegal operation. Well, at least they won’t be a problem if it comes down to a fight, she thought.

As Daisy’s eyes roamed the club, she locked eyes with a muscular, bodyguard-type with a small, raised scar over his eye. She smiled then turned around. She recognized the uniform he was wearing as standard bouncer garb, but his side-piece was not. CF380, Princetown standard issue. Daisy signaled his presence to Coulson. 

“These guys? Again?” 

Princetown was a group of rich, privileged sons of international diplomats and of heads of large corporations. They slipped through the FBI’s fingers like sand. Now, they had alien tech. No diplomatic immunity would allow them to get out of an arrest now. 

Coulson nodded behind her. She subtly turned her head and glanced in that direction. Wearing an overly expensive silk suit and holding a glass of champagne, stood Luca Casagrande. Son of the Italian Minister of foreign affairs. Notorious for his parties, wealth, and lack of self-control. He winked at a blonde waitress who slipped him a piece of paper, which was very obviously not a bill. Daisy rolled her eyes. Criminals these days are so stupid, she thought. 

Coulson bit back a laugh at Daisy’s reaction. “Alright, Daisy, you’re up.”

“Remind me again why I was chosen for this part of the mission?” she murmured while sipping her drink to hide her words.

“Because, you’re good at it.” Coulson went quiet for a second then added, “And I'm not Casagrande’s type.”

Daisy flashed her eyes in Coulson’s direction, frustrated. She mentally went over the calming exercises May taught her. Deep breath, exhale. Let’s do this.

Daisy slid off the barstool, and approached Casagrande slowly. He only looked her direction when she sidled up next to him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here all by yourself?” A smooth, accented voice inquired.

Daisy bottled up a sarcastic remark and stocked it on the shelf for later use. Only Daniel is allowed to call her sweetheart. 

“Well, I was hoping,” she blinked up at him, batting her eyelashes. “to find some product. Heard you had all the good stuff. I'm lucky I even caught you here, considering your reputation.”

“Geez. Laying it on a little thick aren’t we?” Coulson couldn’t help it. The snort Daisy covered up as a cough was too hilarious.

Luca smiled. It was charming, but unsettling. “Oh? And what reputation would that be?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Daisy countered. She looked around before continuing, “Look, I've got pressure on me to deliver. I’d appreciate it if we talked business before pleasure.”

 “Hard to get.” Luca’s eyes sparkled. “Alright. Let’s talk business.”

He leaned over the bar and signaled the bartender to bring him two glasses of whiskey on the rocks. Once a glass was in his hand, he gestured to Daisy’s. “You don’t drink?”

“Not when I'm on the clock. My employers frown upon it.” 

Casagrande nodded. “I see. So, what type of product were you looking for?”

“Anything I can sell. Uncle Sam called and said they need a next gen advantage for soldiers. Weapons, maybe?” She ran a finger down the lapel of his suit. “They pay generously.”

“You work for the US military.”

“We have a... mutual understanding.” Daisy flashed a brilliant smile. It was kind of fun playing an undercover persona. 

Luca studied her face. “I don’t get details?”

Daisy scoffed, “Of course not. Son of a foreign diplomat, it’s a risk the US can’t take. If other countries found out…”

“Yes, I understand," He responded carefully. 

“And I understand that you also do some dirty business with governments.”

A menacing half-smile rose on his face. “Only the beautiful ones.”

Looking up into his eyes, Daisy felt the same disgust that had been worn by everyone at the mission briefing. Au contraire, Luca seemed to find Daisy extremely attractive. 

“Why don’t we—”

“No.” Daisy internally cringed, but on the outside she seemed relaxed and blasé. She risked a glance at Coulson, to see his reaction. His entire body was rigid. She didn’t blame him. Hearing some douchebag proposition your daughter...yulgh. She wished Daniel was here to watch her back, too... this guy was getting under her skin. Everything about Casagrande pushed her buttons. 

“No?”

“No,” Daisy affirmed, tilting her head. “Business first. We can talk about any other deals after.” 

“But there is a possibility?” He cheekily remarked. 

Not a chance in hell, Daisy thought. “Maybe. But for now, I need to move product ASAP.”

Luca mulled thos over and sipped the burning whiskey. “I may have some contacts that could help you. In return, what will you give me?”

Though the question was innocent, his intentions were obvious. That was exactly what she wanted. 

“Depends on how good the product is.” She stepped a little closer “It’s a little crowded in here, don’t ya think?”

He pushed off the bar, inches from her. He smelled like overly expensive cologne, and not the good kind. “I'm meeting some business associates out back in a few minutes. We’ll make a deal after that.”

“Would they happen to have anything I could—”

“Sorry, sweetheart, I do business privately.”

Daisy faked a sweet smile and resisted the urge to punch him. 

Luca took two steps toward the back door, then turned around and strutted back. He tilted his head towards her. “A good luck ki—?”

BRing. BRing. Bzzzzz. 

Best. Timing. Ever. Daisy shot Luca an apologetic look before picking up. 

“Hello? Oh, Dad! One sec.” Daisy took the phone off her ear, and whispered to Luca, “It’s my Dad. He’s in the hospital. Doesn’t know what my real job is.”

She brought the phone back up to her ear as Luca irritatedly glanced around. 

“Dad? Yeah... No, I'm fine, how are you feeling?... That’s great, Dad.” She winked at Luca and held up a finger. Daisy was glad he didn’t notice Coulson over her shoulder, also on the phone. 

“I'm with some friends…” Luca raised his eyebrows. “Luca Casagrande... He does business with my marketing firm.”

Daisy waved Luca away after noticing him checking his Rolex twice in ten seconds. He nodded and headed out back. She made sure he was out of earshot before alerting Coulson.

“Coulson, he’s headed out.”

“Yup, QJ-6 is on the way. I’ll stay to watch his lackeys.”

Daisy gave the bartender a tip and walked towards the back door, grabbing her gauntlets from behind the bar. He dipped his chin and continued wiping down the counter.

As she walked into the chilly night air, Daisy was greeted with silence. Droplets of water dripped onto the leather of her boots from the rooftop. The concrete crunched in the darkness of the alley. Light from the streetlamps was scarce, melding shadowy corners with the dim alleyway.. Daisy could hear faint music through the brick walls of the club. A smirk formed on her face as her pick from the jukebox played. Walking towards the street, she checked behind the moldy trash bins for a sign that Casagrande was hiding. The opening guitar grew louder as the safety of a gun clicked off behind her. 

“So,” Daisy raised her hands up. It was a trap. “what happened to your business associates?”

Luca chuckled behind her. 

“You’re not stupid. You can figure it out.”

Daisy slowly turned around to face him. 

“You bluffed to see if I would follow you.” She wasn’t surprised. She had counted on this. “You’re a decent liar.”

“So are you.” Luca lowered the gun a bit. “Who are you? CIA?”

“That’s classified.” 

Luca laughed, haphazardly slinging the pistol to the side in a grand gesture. “Of course it is.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that the government and I have a mutual understanding.”

“But that isn’t the whole truth, is it?” 

Daisy smirked. “Of course not.”

Technically, this was true. Her status as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was protected knowledge, no one but people inside her agency and a handful high-ranking world intelligence officers were aware.

Daisy decided he might as well know who she was. He was going to be locked up in a max-security cell pretty soon, anyway.

He fell against the wall as Daisy hit him with a small quake, just enough to get her point across. His expression was one of pure shock.

“You- Y- You’re…”

“Mar—”

“Daisy, what’s going on?” Coulson must have felt the vibrations. She didn’t think she had hit Luca that hard. Daisy could hear the quinjet approaching, the comforting vibrations of the engine helping to calm her nerves. She stepped toward Luca.

“You have two options: come peacefully with me, or I call the cavalry to take you in by force.”

Luca stayed on the ground, silent. He reminded Daisy of a pouting toddler. 

This toddler had a few tricks up his sleeve. 

Coulson’s voice came through her ear. “Daisy, do you ha—”

Daisy’s blood ran cold as she received static from the other line.

“Coulson? Coulson?!”

Wide brown eyes turned to watch Casagrande’s smirk grow. 

“Problem?" He said smugly. 

Daisy quickly knocked him out with the mini-ICER she kept inside her boot and ran back inside. Opening the solid metal door to the inside of the club, she registered the panicked screams from the main room. As she hurtled through the plain hallway towards the crowds, she wished she had a way to tell the backup team that they were flying into trouble. He must’ve known we’d be here. How did he know we’d be here? 

The walls were a blur as the confusion and fear from the civilians in the club became palpable. The door squeaked on its hinges as Daisy threw it open. She didn’t see Coulson anywhere. Actually, she couldn’t see anything at all. An EMP. Cool. Fun. Alright. That’s fine. 

It’s all fine.

Wandering the crowds, Daisy tried to find a way to contact the team. Surely they had a landline in here? 

The bartender pulled her aside as she passed him. He silently pointed to the jukebox. It was the only thing still on and functioning. Of course, Daisy didn’t know how she hadn’t seen it before! 

She walked to the jukebox and searched the sides for a dial, a button, something... Aha! She unlatched the panel and bent down to dial Piper’s number. She pressed the call button while her vision grew blurry. Her eyelids drooped. A sluggish head turn towards the dance floor gave a view of unconscious bodies asleep next to each other. Daisy tried to stand, to walk to the nearest victim of the sleeping gas. A burning zap that seemed to travel through her veins rendered her unconscious. I have to find Coulson…

Daisy knew she probably shouldn’t have left Casagrande in the alley by himself. She was playing right into his hand.

Coulson was more important.

Coulson. What would he do?

Daisy slowly tried to open her eyes. She felt like she had a hangover. The light was dim, the floor beneath her cold as ice. Her hearing slowly came back as she took in her surroundings. A pair of black dress shoes blurred into her frame of vision. 

“Hey, you’re awake.” Coulson’s voice flooded her with relief.

“What happened? Where…?”

Coulson helped her sit up against a rough stone wall. “I have no clue. Best guess? An Italian castle.”

Daisy was suddenly very awake. “We’re in Italy?”

“Hey, I said best guess.” Coulson pointed his fingers to the ceiling. “I heard footsteps up there earlier.”

Daisy just nodded. Last time she was in Italy, she had a hell of a lot better time. For starters, no one zapped her with— wait, what was she hit with?

“What was that weapon I was hit with? It felt like it was melting my insides.” The thought scared her. The only other time she had felt that type of pain was when... she didn’t like to think about it. 

“You know the alien tech that Casagrande was running?” Daisy nodded. “Yeah, it was that.”

A loud groan solidified Daisy’s frustration. Her eyes closed while she tried to concentrate. She tried to feel any vibrations near her, to soak up anything that could signal where they were. Instead of feeling the vibrations of a mountain or a plane, she felt footsteps. Coming closer, closer... Daisy opened her eyes. 

Luca entered the chilly cell through the thick steel door. She would have quaked him back about a hundred feet if it weren’t for Coulson’s hand on her arm. 

“You two seem comfortable. Can I get you a drink? Water? Coffee?” His smile was smug and irritating.

Coulson replied before Daisy could. “No, we’re good thanks. How about instead, you give us some answers. Starting with: where are we, and who’s your source?” His voice got harder and colder as he went on. Luca acted unfazed. 

“No. You are insurance. You have physical evidence of my illegal trades. I was going to leave you on the curb, but then this guy,” Luca pointed over his shoulder at a soldier then slapped the short lad on the back. Daisy recognized him as one the short lads with briefcases at the bar. “This guy had to go and shoot you with the Widow’s Bite!”

Coulson's eyes grew wide in recognition. Daisy could connect the dots herself.

“You stole Black Widow’s weapons?” They said in unison. Coulson and Daisy looked at each other and fell silent. By Daisy’s profile, if they kept acting surprised and in awe, he would keep giving them answers. 

“Yes, I did. Amazing right?” Luca stared off into the distance. “Last month I hired a thief to get into the Avenger’s Compound. She got a copy of Stark’s old hard drive, picked up some old relics, modified them with alien metal stolen from Hydra. But every time I tried to open it, it would corrupt my servers. I took the damn thing to every hacker I knew, now they all want to kill me because I crashed their servers. Some of them used to be part of the Rising Tide, when they were still young and hotheaded. They told me about a hacker named Skye. She disappeared, never heard from again. She has no information on her. She has no records. Not even in the top intelligence departments of America. She doesn’t exist.

“But Daisy Johnson does. Daisy Johnson, a hacker who rose in Skye’s place. Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“And you need us to get to her,” Coulson finished. “I hate to burst your bubble, but we’re expendable. You’re better off throwing us in the ocean than you are waiting for her to come.”

Luca seemed to be seriously considering this. Then he nodded. You’re right, I need to up the ante. Raise the stakes a little.”

He jerked a thumb over his shoulder as he turned on heel and swaggered down the hallway. “Bring them.”

Two soldiers came in to get Daisy and Coulson. They reached down to grab Daisy, and she swiftly brought her head forward to hit theirs. Stunned, the soldier took a step back, giving Daisy time to stand up before she gave a hard kick to his stomach. The other soldier was similarly impaired, having taken a startlingly strong punch to the jaw from Coulson. The crack! of the bone echoed off the stone walls. Daisy quaked them against the wall for good measure, realizing they hadn’t taken her gauntlets. Coulson was waiting by the door. 

“Let’s go.” 

They ran through the halls, following where they thought Casagrande might have gone, stopping in several rooms on the way to hide from Casagrande’s soldiers. They ran into him at the front of what was, indeed, a stone castle. He stood on the uneven steps gazing out at rolling hills and cottony clouds hung high above a choppy lake. The wind blew hard, just enough to make you wish for a sweater from someone warm and comforting. It was all quite picturesque. 

Except for the criminal standing in front of them. 

“Congrats, you escaped! I’m so glad.” Luca smiled and opened up his arms. 

“Somehow this guy still sounds smug. We just escaped from his prison and this guy still thinks he’s won.” Coulson turned to Daisy. 

Daisy shook her head and shouted, “Hey, Luca! The fight’s not finished yet!”

“Really, sweetheart? Because it looks to m—”

He was interrupted by a violent quake in his direction. She strided over to where he was struggling to get up. 

“It looks like what? I can’t hear you.” Daisy rested her hands on her hips. 

“It looks as if you are lost. Even if you escape, you have no way to get home,” he wheezed. 

Daisy rolled her eyes. Coulson walked up behind her, squatting down beside Luca and using a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place. 

“We’re resourceful. And while we were hiding from guards in some of your fancy tech rooms, we found an old sat phone. They’re easy enough to use, all we had to do was phone a friend and tell them exactly where we are,” Coulson explained. 

“Ah, but you don’t know where we are, sweetheart.” His rebuttal was pointed at Daisy. She decided it was her turn to prove him wrong. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You counted on us not being able to crack your hard drive’s encryption and get past your feeble firewalls. That took less than five minutes. The only remotely hard part about hacking you to find our coordinates was trying to read everything in Italian.” Daisy laughed. 

Luca tried the wiggle away from them. “If you have my hard drive, then you know there isn’t anything of importance on there.”

As she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her boot, Daisy exchanged a look with Coulson. 

“You’re right, there isn’t anything of value on that hard drive,” she said. “There are about 100 other files I downloaded from your personal computer that do have important intel, though.” 

Coulson pulled a face and sucked in a breath. “Yikes.”

“So, I guess if you’re arresting me, there isn’t any chance we could ever do business, if you know what I mean?”

Daisy mentally pulled that bottle off the shelf and dusted off her sarcastic remark. 

“Sorry, I’m married.”

Daisy locked the cuffs into place and stood Casagrande up. Two quinjets touched down thirty minutes later, one with a team of agents to search the castle, and one to take Daisy and Coulson home. Agent Piper met Daisy on the ramp of QJ-6, something metallic and glittery in her hand. 

“Thanks for holding onto it.” Daisy hugged Piper before taking her ring back. 

“No problem. Wouldn’t want this rock to get lost in the field!” she laughed. 

Daisy slipped the smooth metal on her finger and sagged into the jump seat next to Coulson. She rested her head on his shoulder, softly gazing at her hand. 

“I can’t wait to be home with Daniel.”

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A/N: heeeey! this fic was inspired by @starkmaiden ‘s post in a dousy group i’m in. thank you!! if you have a request, question for me, or want to be added to my taglist go visit my ask box! i love each and every one of you :)

[littlemissnoname13]

Currently outside and adulting 🥲 I broke a crate of eggs on my way home from the supermarket, struggling to find the time to use tumblr.

I do have a Mob!Draco two part fic with 🌶 that I wrote last week queued for later tonight tho. 😅

[ryugucci]

MFFFFF THAT RAN FIC WAS SO GOOD!!/!!/2 ihy, you’re so gifted with your words. but ima have to reread it later cuz i’m not even home. what i read so far was making my knees weak tho, can’t be falling out in line 😫 btw i queued it so you’ll see it on the dash inna bit

liyah i’m going to burst into tears and i’m an ugly crier don’t do that to me????

[sylvie-writes]

Exhausting yet Fun

Request: hey it’s my birthday on the 5th and I was wondering if I could request a fic/hc about Steve? Maybe there was a surprise party that the team put together for the reader and there were games and all that. Don’t feel pressured to do this though, I completely understand. Thank you anyways! @marvelfanatic16

Hiya hon! I really wanted to write this for you, so here’s my early present to you hehe! Happy Early Birthday!!! (I would’ve queued this but why not post it now?) 

So sorry if this is bad and/or not what you wanted. I’m preparing for school soon and my brain is already in shambles. I just really wanted to give you this!

The title tho..

“Babe, wake up.” Steve gently shook your shoulder, whispering in an attempt to wake you up. 

This morning you and Sam went for a run after you lost a bet the other day. 

“So if the team likes my mac n cheese better, you and I are gonna go running.” 

“Keep dreaming, Sammy.” You patted Sam’s shoulder, confidently walking away with a hot pot of mac n cheese, your grandmother’s recipe. There was absolutely no way you would lose. 

“Sam, is that bacon!” - Bucky

“Oh my god, this tastes like liquid gold with pieces of heavenly bacon.” - Tony

“Don’t break up with me darling, but the bacon is killerrrr.” - Steve

Famous last words- “There was absolutely no way you would lose.” 

Needless to say, you and Sam had shaken on that deal, there was no turning back. 

So this morning from 3am to 6am Sam had you running, jogging, sprinting. Whatever you’d like to call it, bottom line, it was painful. 

To make matters worse it was your birthday and no one had said a single word yet. 

It’s not like you were trying to be vain or anything, but one day out of the year, it’s nice to feel loved!

As soon as torture time was over, you hopped in a car and headed back to the compound. 

Maybe it should’ve been an ambulance

Sam dropped you off at the front before driving off once again. Where was he going at 6:30 in the morning?

You had no clue and if you weren’t exhausted you would’ve bugged him about it.

Moopping to the bathroom, you started a hot shower, grabbing epsom salt for your jelly-like legs. 

It’s not that you were physically inactive, no, it was the fact that Sam has suddenly started to run faster, almost catching up to Steve and Bucky’s speed. Come to find out they’ve been training him.   

At 7:45 am, now clean and fresh, yet still tired, you crawled back into bed. Steve’s light snores signaling he was still out like a log. Or so you thought.

Turning on your side, your back to Steve, you shut your eyes, until you felt warm hands on your shoulder.

Just as you were about to turn, Steve shushed you. 

“Shhh, just go to sleep, doll.” 

His sleepy morning voice was groggy but adorable. You could tell he was just as sleepy yet he still continued to lightly massage your shoulders, sending you to sleep. 

Now, it was 1 pm and Steve was trying to wake you.

It was a plan.

Last night, the mac n cheese.

Everyone had come together to conspire a plan for your birthday. They all knew you were never one to back down from a challenge. So when opportunity presented itself, they gladly took it.

In reality, your mac n cheese would’ve won had not everyone decided to let Sam win, now enabling them to have time to plan for your surprise party. 

While Sam took you on the longest route in hopes of tiring you out, the team rested, knowing very well you’d sleep for hours into the afternoon.

When Sam had dropped you off, little did you know that he was going to get your party decorations and cake.

Andddd while you were sleeping, Steve and the rest of the team decorated the compound. 

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you turned on your back to see a showered and dressed Steve sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Can I help you, sir?” 

Steve chuckled and then grabbed your hands, tenderly helping you out of the bed, holding you upright as you were still trying to wake up. 

Reaching behind you, he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, which you happily took, the warmth of the steam hitting your face, a bliss feeling. 

“To answer your question, when you're ready, get dressed and meet me in my office.”

A kiss on your cheek and he was gone, and out the door.

Slightly confused, you finished your coffee and left to go get ready. 

At 1:43 pm exactly, you walked out of the bedroom and towards the elevator, taking the route to Steve’s office which was two floors above you. 

Once again, little did you know, Steve really just wanted you to deliberately miss the kitchen and common room, where the rest of the team resided with all the decorations and games. 

It was an annual thing with the team to have a game nice once or twice every month. You all played games from Uno, Battleship, Apples to Apples. 

You name it, you played it.

Well, an all time favorite was monopoly, where you all would get on teams and see who’d have the most property and money at the end. A game Tony was terrible at playing. 

Soooo they had it for your birthday! 

Board games with the team were absolutely hilarious. 

You’d all play mario kart but last time that happened, this got a little out of hand, literally. *ahem Natasha* 

She may or may not have tried to rip off Bucky's metal arm…

You opened the door to Steve’s office and he immediately jumped up from his desk, totally not fiddling with something in his hand. 

He shoved the thing in his pocket and nervously chuckled walking up to you. 

“You look gorgeous as always.” He held out his arm and you looped yours within, curious as to why you were leaving the office when you had just shown up.

In the elevator, you could tell Steve was nervous, his foot slightly tapping.

“Are you okay, Grant?” 

Grant- a term of endearment you’d always use for Steve. 

Unlocking his eyes from the floor, he looked at you and smiled, like he was relieved. 

“Definitely.” Steve pecked your lips and escorted you out of the elevator as the door opened up.

Upon entering, you rounded the corner and to the common room, in which the lights were off. 

You almost went to turn on the lights when they shot on and the team popped up from their hiding places. 

Startled, you jumped onto Steve as he and the team laughed, you joining in on the laughter. 

“Happy Birthday, (y/n)!!!!” 

You walked forward and smiled gleefully, your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much but it was impossible not to. 

“Guys-you didn’t have to do all this for me.” Your hand covered your mouth as you took in all of their lovely work. Wanda came up and hugged you, the other team members coming up to do the same.

“Of course we did! We love you, (y/n).” 

At Wanda’s statement you just hugged her tightly and let out happy tears.

This team- well your family! They have shown you so much love, how could you not cry? It was a nice feeling to feel loved and appreciated. 

Soon after all the salutations, Steve put his hand on the small of your back leading you to the kitchen, where the lights were also off. 

The team followed suit, Tony telling F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the lights. 

The relaxing ambiance of yellow lights, shown on a beautiful birthday cake. 

One Sam had gone to pick up from your favorite bakery, which when you later found out and hugged him to death. 

Too caught up in the cake you hadn’t even noticed Steve until he spoke up, the team all standing around with their phones, you looked at them and then down at your boyfriend, on his knee. 

Steve’s hand was shaking as he held out a box, and you just wanted to soothe his nerves. 

He was so adorable you just smiled sweetly at him as if telling him to proceed. 

“Doll, (y/n), I love you so much, you’ve been here for me, you are loyal, loving, and funny. My best friend, and I don’t know what I’d ever do without you. Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” 

His little speech was just the cutest and you vigorously shook your head. The ring slipped perfectly on your finger.

Steve stood up and you flung your arms around his neck as he swung you in a circle.

Setting you down, Steve then leaned in for a kiss, the team cheering you on.

The excitement of the proposal was the main topic over the delicious cake, the team already preparing for your wedding.

After cake, Tony giddily whipped out Monopoly, already predicting his win, the total opposite of what actually happened. 

Let’s just say that Tony can never. ever. be the banker again. 

To end your lovely birthday, you and the team sat around on the couch, watching a comedy Bucky had found. 

Joyful laughter filled the room as you looked down at your ring, smiling. Sighing blissfully then leaning into Steve’s arm. 

This indeed had been the best birthday, the team succeeding in their mission. 

These people were definitely your family and this man beside you, your husband to-be. 

[txdoroki]

heyo ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ omg i love ur account, ur literally my favourite person on this app sfngnbodmv ur posts make me so happy. basically i want to start writing drabbles and fics and stuff so i was just wondering where 2 start & how u got started :)

hi! aww tysm :,) that means a lot!

well, i started by making a post asking people for requests (as i started as a request writing page, not really that way anymore because it’s easier to not get burnt out for me if i do the stuff i genuinely want to write!) and i used all of the tags i could.

(if youre planning on doing mha writing, bakugou and todoroki content generally does the best. the first 3 tags you use, your content will show up under tagged when you search the tag in specific, so i suggest doing bakugou x reader, todoroki x reader, and whatever else as your first three for your starting request post!)

if you aren’t planning on doing requests, i suggest maybe an intro post. like “hi! i’m (name) and im a writer! here are the fandoms i’ll be writing for, and a few things about me!”

try and have your first writings be consistent, it doesn’t matter that much but it’s good to have content for ppl to read rather than literally one post and it’s an intro. if people see the intro, they will prolly click on your account to see your writing and such. so, imo it’s important to have some writing to begin with

i’ve noticed, that using more tags doesn’t necessarily = more notes! the first few matter the most, and after that, it can help to do the category and such

let’s say i wrote a bakugou fluff. i’d use these tags: bakugou x reader, bakugou imagine, bakugou fluff, bakugou katsuki, mha bakugou- give or take a few! you can find examples under my MOST RECENT writing posts, as i did different experiments with it and the more useful your tags are the better. my “if you came into their room in the middle of the night” post was the experiment, and it turned out that i was right, more tags ≠ more interaction

on that note, INTERACT WITH PEOPLE. this isn’t against anyone who doesnt like interacting, but it can help build relationships with followers! if you’re comfortable with this, you can open your asks box so people can say stuff (you don’t have to have anons on but it can be nice for ppl who are shy/dont want their acc out yk)! if you get anon hate, just block the anon if you want. or dont respond.

also, it’s rlly cool to get a few mutuals! i’d love to be your mutual if you want to, just lmk your account whenever you start posting! sometimes i make mutual posts asking for mutuals, you can do something like that if you would like

my first ever oneshot thing i wrote, was one i rlly remember writing! that might not be the same for my viewers, but i usually remember someone by the first thing i’ve seen by them. first impressions matter, so try and figure out how you wanna be seen! ofc don’t fake being someone you’re not, but it might be confusing to ppl if your first impression doesn’t match with how you act the rest of the time!

your first post usually sets the tone for your blog, or at least the first one that gets you your audience. if you, in your first post that gains you followers, say that you’ll be writing for danganronpa, and then instead write for mha, everyone would kinda be like. what? i thought you were a danganronpa writer??? ya know

BE SURE TO INCLUDE GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS ON POSTS THAT NEED THEM. ADD THE TOPIC ITS WARNING ABOUT TOO. EVERYONE WILL APPRECIATE IT BECAUSE IT IS JUST A NICE THING TO DO PLEASE DO THAT!!

i suggest making a navigation page (like my pinned post) and a masterlist (you can do all your writing in one or even seperate masterlists for each character, whatever you’d like)! it can really help to have a spot to go and be able to find all of the writing you’ve done without endless scrolling! if you need a tut on how to add links to posts, im sure theres a tut on youtube!

A REALLY HELPFUL THING TO DO IS WHENEVER YOURE MOTIVATED WRITE LIKE FIVE THINGS SO WHEN YOU DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING, YOU HAVE POSTS! fr tho, ppl usually wont mind if you arent super active. if they do, theyre being dumb!

posting consistently CAN help your posts reach more ppl, but if you can only post every now and then, it isnt really a problem! don’t stress it if you’re too busy/dont have a schedule, it wont kill your account

tl:dr;

-add trigger warnings on things when needed

-make a navi page (not needed)

-if you’re motivated, write stuff to post later

-first impressions matter

-mutuals!

-less tags can work more, but i’ve also seen a lot of tags work good as well

-INTERACT WITH PEOPLE

-don’t say you’ll do things just for followers. they aren’t just a number, they’re actual people

how i started in five steps:

1. i made a post that was like “hey! im mack and i want to start doing writing requests! do you guys have any?”

2. i did a few posts then was like ah fuck i need a masterlist, so i made that and then made an about me with random facts i thought of and such. (also make sure tou put your pronouns in your bio so ppl arent confused!)

3. i did more posts and started gaining, but didn’t really mind it. i kind of just vibed, cause the numbers dont determine how good of a writer you are, so i focused on working on my writing style and such! i kinda ghosted the whole blog for a week straifht beside from queued reblogs, but came back later when i had inspo! it’s good not to run your brain dry

4. i redid my whole blog, made it pretty! its rlly motivating to me to have a nice blog, but it isnt required! i made an organized navigation page, and started focusing on getting my reach back. (btw, prime posting time is at like midnight!) be sure to put rules and boundaries on your page as well, so people do not end up crossing one that you didn’t state.

5. i reminded myself that i can do things other than my blog when i’d get a little too obsessive over it, and that it wasn’t going anywhere! don’t feel pressured to post a LOT. only post when you want to and can. don’t put responsibilities like health aside just for your blog.

hope this was helpful <3

[skzfaker]

SDNKJSD thank u! editing went extremely well and it's all done now! i think you will like it a lot :))))) or at least i hope u will! i queued it for december 24th at 11pm my time, which is EST (answering a question u asked later in the ask). you're 13 hours ahead of me rip lmao so that's noon on christmas for you. i figured that'll be a time where you're up but im also up bc im usually up decently late. glad u took naps! tis important or your health :') ehehe and thank u! i rly obviously enjoy horror fics. and actually, the evil pirates one is one of my favs. and you'll get to see it all on my masterlist when i am revealed 👀👀👀👀👀👀 there are a few fluffy fics but my Thing is definitely darker stuff PFFFF yeah i kinda messed him up </3 luckily it's a three part series in the plotline where i stole his vocal cords but he'll probably get them back. probably. oops. im a little evil to him but he's my absolute ult fav <3 i havent met ateez yet, so yeah, if i went to the concert that would be the first time! i'd let jongho know he's the Coolest for the entire concert, i'd be fully prepared to yell his name the entire time. he deserves it and yes, im in America :) EST and i've indeed made it home! ive been home since monday and it's saturday now so not even a week. i kinda miss it haha, i like having my independence and it sorta feels like high school again. but oh well, it's still nice to see the family and yes, i love swimming :) but i work at an indoor pool, i dont actually live near any beaches haha. beach guards have a lot more training and i dont know if i could ever get to their level haha. and as for knitting i am good at hats and scarves! i dont know how to make anything else so those are the two things i make. im almost done w my first scarf, very excited :) there was a period of time a few years ago where i'd Only make hats, so everyone in the family got a hat lmaooooo yes, i agree! i also generally just dont like longer hair like that. this might be a super controversial opinion but i dont like mullets 😳 there;s one (1) exception and it's hongjoong's (ateez) mullet right now, he looks like such a cool lead rock band singer! but basically all other cases im kinda like ://// eh. i think it's bc it's short in the front and then long in the back which i guess is what a mullet is, it's just not my favorite hair. tho ofc it's just hair, it grows back, it changes, whatever :) do u like them? i actually also enjoyed chan's cheeto hair lol. it's not my fav hair on him but i like shorter hair on idols so it was nice to see him like that. i think for fav looks tho, i love literally every style changbin has ever done. i definitely lean towards edgier looks lol me ulting the most Sensible and Proper Main Vocal so Changbin in district 9 was perfect for me - 🎅

ey sounds good! ...yeah i think i'll be up by noon already or maybe a bit after but AHH okay i'll be sure to read it ASAP so you can see me reblog it with a crapload of tags in real time. glad to know we're both part of the vampire club tho LOL - we can definitely talk to each other in real time.

wow. "probably". HAHAHAHA. you did say your expertise is horror - now i can see why (���▽≦)

ohhh i hope you can go then! agh you have no idea how many times i could've met skz if only i joined stay earlier - both here and in japan. yes the regret is still eating me together with the absolute clownery that was my period of constantly saying "i'M nOt a StAy" go get your tickets!!

ah and EST is definitely something i'm used to working with. my manager actually lives within that timezone as well so i'm used to monitoring her work times (and wondering why she's still talking to me/still not asleep) d(ﾟｰﾟ@)

indoor pools are cool too! and i'm sure all the swimming is good exercise, plus you're getting paid (i assume LOL). HAHA that's another thing we have in common tho - i went through a hat-crocheting phase too. i feel like i don't know how to crocehet anymore tho...ah but good luck on the scarf!

oh yeah i'm with you - i'm not a fan of mullets either. no idea how it became a trend in kpop, but here we are. i have one exception to it too: felix, and it's mostly because of his face and the fact that his bangs are growing longer so his hair is kinda losing its mullet-ness. speaking of felix tho, it's his scalp i'm more concerned about...am i going crazy or was the only time he had his actual, natural dark hair was during predebut?

changbin does fit all his hairstyles so far tho. i can truly appreciate the bowl cut when he has it HAHAHA. i'm still a sucker for longer hair, but i can appreciate the short hairstyle more on some people.

...okay i feel like i rambled a lot in this response. you'll have to excuse me - i'm back to not blinking and there's too many holiday preparations to do (゜Д゜) hope everything's going smoother over there!!

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PSA for new tumblr users!

there's plenty of posts like this going around, but one more can't hurt lmao

Tumblr is NOT like Instagram or Twitter or TikTok! Likes don't do SHIT here. There is no algorithm, no fyp.

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Reblogging a post helps it gain traction, plus you can leave private comments in the tags that only op and the person you reblogged from will see.

This is ESPECIALLY important for art and fic!!! Reblogging supports the artist/writer, and i can guarantee you that any little comment you put in tags will make their day.

Also, unlike a lot of other social media, tumblr posts have no "expiration date". It's common for old posts to randomly resurface and be mass-reblogged by people. It's also fairly common to go through someone's blog and spam-reblog (some people don't like this, and will say so in their bio or pinned post. usually tho, you can assume spam-reblogging will only bring a smile to someone's face). It's also common to reblog a post multiple times in a row!

Also, reblogging =/= reposting! Reblogging still gives op the traction and notes, unlike (as i've heard anyway, i don't use twt) quote-retweets. When an artist says "don't repost", they mean don't save the image and share it in an entirely new post of your own.

Next topic! Tags. Tags in a post itself won't do anything. Use the tumblr tags for it! Tumblr tags also let you make comments in a sort of "whisper voice", and sometimes someone will see your tags and find them funny enough to screenshot and put in a reblog. This is colloquially known as being peer reviewed, and is both a blessing and a curse. People can also see who you reblogged from, and sometimes will reblog from that person instead if there's "unnecessary comments" in a reblog, such as an @ or an in-joke with a mutual.

If you don't reblog anything, people will tend to assume you're a bot and block you on sight. This site has a history of pornbots who will like a post on someone's blog and thus create a connection for google searches. Most people don't want that connection, and thus block empty blogs. Having a profile picture and a blog title/bio will help prevent this, but even with your likes public an empty blog will often get blocked on sight.

Speaking of public likes! They're useless. Mostly, likes are used to save posts for later, such as a recipe you want to look back on, or a video you couldn't watch while in public, or something you couldn't reblog because you hit your post limit. Tumblr's post limit is iirc about 200 posts a day (incl reblogs), so go ham! If your post limit has been hit, you can always queue things up for later. In your blog settings you can find your queue, and adjust how often and when it'll post. You can have up to 1000 posts queued, so when i say go ham i MEAN go ham.

TL;DR always REBLOG rather than LIKE, and use TAGS to comment!

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non-comprehensive vibe chart of some streamers i enjoy

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posting my tumblr banner for nickapocalypse day

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Blog News

🌇 hey guys, it’s lanna here! not really sure any of you care but I’d like to bring some updates.

— as of next week I will be working full time, and later next month my classes are resume!

— I don’t know how much time I’ll have for tumblr, as it’s been hard to find time for it already.

— I will continue to write tho!!! it’s been really helping me and i’m really enjoying it!

— I don’t know about my future scheduling tho, I’ll write what I can and most posts will be queued from now on.

— I will not have much time to be online, and it’s impossible to keep up with who’s reading my stories or not so remember you are responsible for what you read. I am really grateful to see my blog growing but I have rules and boundaries that should be respected.

— none of these things change the fact that this space is 18+. most of my posts and fics are nsfw and I absolutely DON’T want minors interacting with my page.

— at least once every month, I’ll be checking my followers and I will block everyone who doesn’t have their age in their bio, or is a blank blog. No exceptions. I will block you whenever I see you.

— PLEASE respect my boundaries, please respect my 18+ space. This is supposed to be a safe space for everyone. I do not want to have to deal with these kinds of things here. Y’all should know by now how 18+ blogs work, so grow up and get out of here.

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW ↳ 18+ WARNING ˏ`୭̥*ೃ

— PLEASE BE AWARE AND RESPECT THE FACT THAT THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED! writers on this site have been over the issue many times — I hope you all respect these boundaries.

—it is NEVER okay for minors to interact with 18+ content on this app. DO NOT come at us for protecting ourselves and restating our boundaries. It should not be a discussion in the first place.

— ADD YOUR AGE TO YOUR BIO. and understand us when we say we DO NOT WANT minors interacting with our posts. It is for our protection and yours. This is not up for discussions, period.

— DON’T follow me if you are a minor. DON’T interact with 18+ post if you’re not 18+ years old. STOP disrespecting us.

— NO TYPE OF DISCRIMINATION WILL BE TOLERATED. If you’re homophobic, racist or discriminate/intolerant/hateful towards anyone just simply f*ck off. this space is not for you.

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I queued a bunch of pics of Ignis/IgNoct for Feb 7 (my time zone), but you can tell that I wasn’t feeling ambitious enough to keep up with it like I was when Episode Ignis released. :’) And ‘cos I don’t want to make 50 separate posts: - I FINISHED NOCT’S PANTS AND FINGERS! All that is missing is my buying a black shirt (if I can find one in a size small enough - black clothing for a toddler or infant? I’m probably unlikely to find one without ordering online) and tailoring it to fit him. If I can’t find black, maybe I’ll go with white and later make him jeans because his default outfit is a pain in the butt  god if only I could handle sewing (besides some minor tailoring that I’ll be awful at) - I’m going to go edit that guardian angel (sort of) fic soon - I don’t know if I have anything for the timed quest prompt, I’m sad about that because it’s IGNIS’ BIRTHDAY FOR FUCK’S SAKE (confession: I kind of feel weird doing the timed quests at all ‘cos I won something last year, but I want to write if I come up with something. watch me come up with something on the day the chocobo is the prize lololol - no I’d literally be like “I OMIT MYSELF” in that case.) - I am mostly just paying attention to the reincarnation AU still - I might actually have something for the masquerade ball tho 

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my good buddy @thebratfarrar asked me for a pile o’ questions from this ‘expanded universe’ ask meme (which I accidentally queued, blush, oh dear), but because she’s a champ and because I don’t want to work I shall answer them anyway. (oh dear.)

So--questions for ‘to make the sun stand still’ -- Brat, you asked like, all the questions. This is fun, tho--headcanons for my own fic! 

2. one secret the POV character doesn’t know

Kind of the whole premise behind the story is that Dean and Benny have shared nearly all of their secrets with Sam--but yes, of course, there are things that have been held back. Things that Sam doesn’t need to know, things he shouldn’t know, because they really only have the potential to be painful. Things like how, during the events of ‘Citizen Fang’ when things were so very, very bad between Sam and Dean (because of combined jealousy and PTSD), Dean and Benny hooked up, for what Dean thought would be the last time. It was still friends-with-benefits (on Dean’s side, at least), but it was also--Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever get Sam back, the way he needed him, and Benny was just... kind, and easy. Something that didn’t feel like it was tearing his heart out. They’ll probably never tell Sam that--especially considering the trick Dean played after, to ensure that Benny would be able to get away.

3. one moment that happened before the main events

The second time Sam and Dean visited Benny, together--he’d found the space up in the high hills where he was planning his cabin and he’d laid a foundation, he’d put up the basic frame, but he was basically still just camping up away from civilization. Luckily it was still in that cusp where summer turns into fall (think around Dog Dean Afternoon), so a tent and sleeping bags weren’t too bad. They kept warm, anyway. Dean was still being so careful with Sam, always asking if he needed a break or rest, and Sam was doing his best not to be irritated by it, but he suggested a little side trip to see how Benny was doing as a way to placate Dean. It had been a while, anyway, and he’d been so sick with the Trials the last time that they hadn’t even done anything. The second visit was the first time that Sam watched them, together--and the first time Benny watched Sam and Dean together, too. Sam had been nervous, and it wasn’t in his nature to be an exhibitionist--he kept Dean for himself, always had, and the jealousy at sharing hadn’t really gone away, no matter that he told himself it was a stupid feeling. But--Benny didn’t make it weird, somehow. He wasn’t just staring at Dean, or waiting his turn. Sam laid on his back in the thick grass of the clearing and Dean rode him, and as always Sam could barely tear his eyes away--but he did, and Benny was looking at him, not at Dean, and when Sam caught his eyes Benny smiled at him, and then leaned in, and they kissed for the first time, right then. It’s still mainly about Dean--letting him fill himself up on affection from them both, but. It was something for Sam, too, after that.

4. What will things be like for the characters one year after the main events?

One year after puts it at the midpoint of s12. We’ll assume that the Letters still think Benny is in Purgatory, so he’s safe up in his cabin. The boys go and visit after the events of Regarding Dean--Arkansas to Kentucky isn’t that much of a trip--both because Sam’s shaky after what he nearly lost, and Dean’s still... not exactly okay with the fact that their mother is back, and doesn’t want to be around them (him). Dean doesn’t talk about it, but Sam fills Benny in when Dean’s getting some well-earned rest. Benny doesn’t judge, either way, and he doesn’t have much of an opinion on their mother, as Sam expected. He does say, you two have the weirdest kind of luck, and Sam’s surprised into laughing. He’s not wrong.

7. What is the (unshared) opinion of one of the non-main characters re: the events of the fic?

Benny’s opinion might be unshared, but it’s also pretty obvious--he just wants them. Far more often than he gets them. When he gets a text or email from Dean (he goes down into Hazard once a week to charge his phone and check his messages), letting him know that they’re going to stop by, it’s the highlight of his month--or year, depending on how long it’s been since the last time. This time, with Sam so distant and thoughtful and clearly worried, and Dean doing a real bad job of hiding how terrified he is about Sam possibly facing the cage again--Benny didn’t judge either way, didn’t give advice, because that’s not his place. He knows he doesn’t fit with them, that way. But--hell if he doesn’t wish he could just... keep them up there, in the hills. The world should save itself, for once. 

9. What is a non-POV character thinking in a certain scene?

The mug's only lukewarm between his palms, when he's done. "We're going to fix it," he says. He doesn't doubt it, really. They will fix it, one way or another, even if Dean refuses to accept how. "It's just—I'm not sorry. I'd do it again."

He looks up, and Benny's leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his bare chest. When Sam meets his eyes, he nods, but doesn't say anything—just slides a look over to the bed, where Dean's still sprawled out asleep, slowly taking over the space they left around him.

After Sam tells his story, about the Mark and what Sam did to save Dean from it--Benny doesn’t offer an opinion, because he never does, as aforesaid. What he thinks, though, is: he would have done the same. A dozen times, no matter the consequences. Dean Winchester inspires a love in people that can’t really be quelled by reason--and Benny is in love, though he’ll never state it out loud. The boys don’t deserve that, after all they’ve done for him. 

10. What part of the main story will a certain character remember most in the future?

Benny, for a long time after--maybe for decades later, after the last message he gets has been saved and re-listened to a hundred times, after he has to finally admit to himself that something happened, and they’re never coming back--he’s going to think about this:

Sam does as he's told, peels his boxers back off and slips under the quilt, presses himself up against Dean's warm, sleep-smelling skin. Dean stirs, turns his head on the pillow, and slits a look at Sam, his eyes gleaming in the barely-there firelight. "Cold, Sammy," he mumbles, vaguely accusing, but he pushes in against Sam anyway, his head tucking in under Sam's chin, and Sam wraps his arm over his back, holds him close.

Them: safe, and together, and content for the moment in his bed. He sits alone at his table, the fire crackling in the quiet emptiness of the cabin, and closes his eyes, and remembers that.