#i was rereading in class bc i was bored and i was like

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[myokk]

[lobotomy-maybe-bestie]

I think the discord server idea is so fun and exciting! A little Locked Tomb reread book club!!!

yess that's exactly what i'm going for!! i'm also thinking abt like several ideas in terms of fun stuff you can do with a text i might do research for this but it's meant to be like. i think Optional Effort would be the name for it?? still working out the basics but in concept it's like you read at your own pace and then if you wanna do something else there's like little games/challenges/reading exercises/creative prompts. i'm contemplating basing it on actual like. bible reading methods (there's literally so many like "bible meditations" that are essentially just fun little reflective writing exercises all dolled up in fancy liturgical language) as like a parody yknow bc gideon is the jesus of tlt and stuff. but idk yet! this is literally an idea i had yesterday but i'm frigging Jazzed abt it

[waytootiredstudent]

[chiasfeu]

as a retired ff writer ive come out of hibernation bc the lack of smallville clark kent ffs is unacceptable tom welling is toooooo fine

sorry for all the grammatical errors i wrote this all at once and didn’t reread

part two

SECRET ADMIRER - clark kent x reader

Fumbling the lock of your locker, you sigh; you were on your fifth day at smallville high school and you weren’t ecstatic to say the least. After your dad had gotten into some legal trouble with LutherCorp your family had to move out of Metropolis to somewhere more safe.. more remote. Adjusting to the rural life of smallville had proven to be difficult and the people seemed strange. Slamming a fist against your locker you try again, meticulously turning the lock of the locker. Click. As you open the doors of the locker, a piece of paper slowly falls out.

Picking it up you read your name in bright red across the folded up piece of paper, you smile to yourself thinking, my very own secret admirer..

Maybe smallville won’t be so boring.

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Sipping on your coffee, you annotate your copy of the scarlet letter for English class. “Hey! y/n right?” A friendly voice calls out. You look up from your book, smiling. “Yeah! you must be Lana?” She nods, “I see your getting ready for the English exam, you need any help?” You glance at your book before starting, “I’m good for now.. I’ll let you know if I have any questions!” She smiles again before turning away to walk back behind the counter. Your eyes follow her as she talks to the costumers by the counter, they look familiar— a blonde girl with short wispy hair, and two other guys beside her.

You almost jump out of your own seat when you lock eyes with one of the boys, has he been looking at me this whole time? You think, embarrassed, quickly focusing on your book again. Although you’ve looked away you can still feel his gaze lingering on you.

“Hi.” You’re startled as you hear the voice, looking up at the boy that was staring at you from across the room. Before you can reply he starts, “You’re in my first period Bio class.. you know.. with Jenkins..” You blink, waiting for him to continue. He gulps, “uh well Jenkins is really tough.. and we have our first quiz next class so I was wondering if you would want any help….?” You smile sweetly, what is it with small town folks being so eager to help out? “Yeah I would really like that actually,” He smiles, almost in a relived way. “Great. You’re actually my new neighbor so I’ll just come over to help out,” He says before turning away. You cock your head to the side before saying, “Wait.” He turns around, facing towards you, “I never got your name,” you say.

“Clark Kent.”

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You’re sitting on your bed as you peer up at Clark while he explains how to convert moles into grams, “So you’re going to divide the number of particles by Avogrados number..” You yawn tuning him out, your eyes fall the paper that slipped out of your locker earlier today. I still haven’t read that note. You grab the note, opening it up, “y/n are you listening to me.” He says clearly frustrated. “Sorry Clark..” you say apologetically smiling, he notices the paper in your hands and nervously looks back up at you. “What is that?” He says, shifting around in his seat, looking intently at your face. You smile lightly, giggling, “It’s a letter from my secret admirer.” He visibly relaxes, “Oh.. I take it you like having one?” You nod shrugging, “makes smallville a lot more interesting than it could be.” He fake winces, “Smallville is a lot more interesting than you think.” You raise your eyebrows unconvinced, “Really? You’ll have to show me what’s so ‘interesting’ one day.” He smiles glancing down, “Maybe I will.”

You look at Clark’s notebook and your eyebrows furrow, the handwriting looking strikingly similar to the one in the note you found this morning. “Clark..” “Hm?” He looks up at you, “Do you possibly happen to know whoever wrote me that note?” He scratches his head, “No? Why would I?…” You shrug, “Just curious..” He awkwardly smiles before writing in his notebook again. You shift your position on your bed, scooting closer to him, “Clark, it’s ok you can tell me if you do know…” you bring your hand to his exposed forearm caressing it. He coughs before breathlessly stating, “I really don’t know who wrote it, y/n.” You push up against him, drawing circles up his arms, “Hm.. that really is too bad..” He swallows dryly, “yeah?” You nod slowly, “yeahhh.. I would’ve gone along with everything they wrote in that letter..” There’s a moment of silence as he looks at you. He shuts his eyes, sighing hard before confessing, “I wrote it.”

You grin mischeviously, running a hand through his hair, “You really didn’t have to lie, Clark..” He opens his eyes to look at you, his cheeks red from embarrassment, “y/n” “hmm?” You hum, tilting your head bringing your lips closer to his. He glances at them, sighing heavily before parting his lips to say something. He’s cut off by you pressing your lips against his, you feel his body relax into yours, his hands sliding up your back and his lips pushing deeper into the kiss. You pull away from the kiss, your hands holding Clark’s head; using your thumb you wipe lipstick off of Clark’s swollen lips as he looks at you longingly.

Yoau press your lips together, suppressing a giggle, “Hmm it’s getting late.. how about we pick back up tomorrow?”

[iseebeautyinwords]

𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 | shuri x reader

wc : 1.6k

summary : being friends with shuri udaku is stressful, fun and romantic?

warnings : i did not reread this bc i am LAZY but this is my first work so please leave some tips!

taglist : @inmyheadimobsessed @zayswriting @pinkwright just some authors who continue to inspire me

the loud sounds of your university cafeteria where comfortably drowned out by the sound of your current favorite song. kehlani’s soft voice paired beautifully with the girls need love in strumental lulled you into a comfortable and less overwhelmed headspace. after finishing your quick and less than satisfactory lunch you made your way to the library. the soft bopping of your head to the song made your tight curls bounce on your shoulders, the cardigan you where wearing protecting you from the cold air that the building seemed to have year round. as you passed through the doors you mentally thanked the gods for the sight of an empty library, settling down in a quiet corner where you began to work on an essay for your differential equations class.

you worked in a comfortable silence, taking small breaks here and there. writing essays was a rigorous task that you did not particularly enjoy, which was well displayed by the bored look you carried on your face. soon enough a familiar scent interrupted your work, along with the pressing of cold hands to your eyelids. “you look like you’re having fun” your scowl quickly turned into a smile at the voice. “hi shuri,” the hands covering your eyes where removed and you heard the tall girl take a seat next to you, long legs spreading into a comfortable pose. you let your eyes rake over her attire. the low hanging pants she had on showing off her strong and well sculpted abs. your eyes made way from her outfit to her face where you found she was already looking at you.

“what’re you looking at?” her playful tease made your roll your eyes, turning back to your laptop before deciding that you were overall done with work for today. you turned around fully to let your friend know she had your full attention. though she always had your full attention.

“I’m sorry your big ass head was distracting me from my assignment.” you replied with the same amount of sarcastic playfulness that she gave you. the other girls dramatically held her head looking at you with shock and pain painted all over her pretty features. she looked too pretty pouting dramatically that you almost forgot to feel bad for your words.

“my mother said i would grow out of it” she tried to defend the obscure size of her large head. “shuri, you are twenty two years old. you’re going to die with that massive head”

“you’re such a mean girl y/n/n” shuri laid a freshly shaved head down onto your lap, the well defined curls on the top of her head landing softly. this act was one you had grown accustomed to, shuri always wanted to be touching you, near you, feeling you. her hand always gound yours or her knee always pressed against your own when sat next to each to each other. you didn��t mind the constant touches, infact you enjoyed the way you could hear her heart beat when she insisted on cuddling after a long study session, or the way her fingers found comfort in tracing intricate shapes on your skin. it was all so normal, so domestic for the two of you.

a few moments of peaceful silence passed before shuri abruptly stood up, grabbing your bag and laptop and shoving the electronic in its compartment . “C’mon pretty, i’m tryna take a nap” you knew this was her small invitation to her apartment, a nice space away from campus. you nodded getting up and tidying up the area before following next to the girl. she was carrying your bag in one hand and the other was linked with yours, fingers clasping together as you walked out into the parking garage, stopping at a black bmw with tinted windows. shuri opened the back seat doors and carefully tossed your bag in there before opening the passenger doors and making sure your situated.

the drive to shuri’s apartment was filled with small talk and comments about each others days. you were rambling about an annoying encounter you had with your roommate earlier that morning when you guys arrived at the large apartment building. “yea, and i kept telling her if she’s gonna leave her shit on my fucking bed im gonna throw it awa-” you were interrupted by the sound of the car door opening anf shuti waiting for you to step out. “you have a shitty roomate, why don’t you just ask to switch?” you two continued the conversation as shuri tapped in codes and buttons that led you guys to her humble abode. the apartment was a well decorated space with afro-futuristic art aligning the walls along with some plants that you brought. shuri set your bag down next to the couch and made her way to the open kitchen.

“want anything to eat?” before you even gave her your answer she had already started washing up some fruit. you took this opportunity to sit and get comfortable. soon enough you felt the couch dip next to you and a cold grape was being pressed to your lips. “open for me, pretty” she spoke so softly almost as if she was whispering. you parted your lips and allowed the grapes to fall into your mouth, closing your eyes contently as you chewed. you reopened your eyes to look at shuri who was suspiciously silent.

“you’re too quiet for me, what’s on your mind” when you voiced your thoughts shuri smiled. she placed the fruits down and leaned bag. when the two of you entered her home shuri had long discarded of her cropped hoodie, now sporting a black sports bra, and you had gotten rid of your cardigan sitting comfortably in your white tank.

“I can’t admire my pretty girl anymore?” my pretty girl these are words you’ve heard from shuri many times before. she constantly threw terms of affection and adoration your way and you always reciprocated those names, but it was times like this were shuri wasn’t just complimenting you, she was claiming you. calling you hers, saying it as if you were together and you wished you were. it would make it so much easier to accept her loving gaze as something more than just platonic. it would make the fleeting butterflied in your stomach every time she let her lips graze your skin make sense. it would make it so much easier. for the both of you.

you simply hummed at her words, your eyes falling closed again. “why?” the question comes out in a whisper, if it wasn’t for shuri’s intent, her need to listen to every word you said, she wouldn’t have caught it, and when she does her eyes brows furrow and her head tilts softly. “why what, mama” she replies to you in that same hushed tone, the term of endearment dripping with emotions you couldn’t understand, that you didn’t want to try understanding. understanding shuri udaku’s feelings was a challenges you weren’t born to take on.

“you keep, you keep calling me these names. calling me yours, holding me like im yours, But im not Shuri, i’m not yours and it hurts when you choose between acting like im your friend or your lover. it hurts” you end with a frustrated sigh. you wanted to be hers, oh so bad, but she made it a challenge, holding you close one moment but putting up a wall the next. The wall didn’t even make sense! it was okay to press kisses to your nape and forehead but asking you to be her girlfriend was too much? you didn’t understand, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t. you had multiple people you could be entertaining and if shuri thought otherwise she would be proven wrong. “I didn’t mean to hurt you y/n, i just i thought we already- i assumed wrong and im sorry” shuri’s words did nothing to soothe you, in-fact they confused you even more. what did she assume? did she think the two of you were already together?

“what did you assume shuri.” your words are quiet and sharp and it feels like if you don’t get an answer your heart might leap out of your chest and slap shuri itself. “I thought we were already, together, a couple. You met my mom, and my brother, we are always together. I thought that was being in a relationship” and this makes you laugh, a thick beautiful laugh. one that catches the panther off guard.

you laugh, and you don’t stop until you notice shuri isn’t laughing with you. “I’m sorry, i’m sorry, shuri you never asked me. you never asked me if i could be your girlfriend” and her lips part into an ‘o’ shape, you can see all the wires in her brain work together to realize that the whole time she thought she was parading around with her girlfriend, you thought she was just toying with your feelings. When she’s done thinking she looks back into your eyes and you think you’ve fallen for her all over again. the gaze she’s giving you is one of pure love and realization.

“Can i be your girlfriend y/n? please?” and you don’t respond, instead you just press your lips to hers and smile, and she does the same back, just kissing you and enjoying you, enjoying her girlfriend. hers. her swells with pride and joy and hours does the same. You guys sit there enjoying each other before you pull away “i mean by your standards we already are girlfriends right? since we are always together.”

[wlntrsldler]

I just reread some of my favorite pats of pm because I was bored and I just realized that in 'delicate' the boys say something about luke being like Alexander Hamilton while writing the songs and I just laughed because I just realized the "meaning" behind that...because it's luke...

I feel dumb because I went through an unhealthy Hamilton phase and that reference flew right over my head...

<3 🙂 - v

HEHE i love making hamilton jokes in my fics bc truly i underestimated lin manuel miranda when it was first revealed that he was casted (my mistake fr)

also me and some oomfs talk about how the pm! boys are lowk hamilton stans (they don't remember anything from US history class but they can go bar for bar when it comes to hamilton!)

[specific-dreamer]

you can’t see me but i’m rubbing my hands together like an evil villain when everything falls to plan

there is one (1) trans darry fic on ao3 and twenty seven (27) trans pony fics ☹️

this is madness

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

bro, i need to know your opinion of Jason Grace from Percy Jackson. I mean as a character, I had never understood the hate train that went in and on about him though I do feel like Rick undervalued and underutilized his overwhelming potentiel.

Like it was all laid out man, the backstory, the relationships, the personality all of it, but Rick decided to just insert all of his character development at the worst times and introduce him in a way that set him up for failure. Then TOA came out and the whole population went crazy bc of his little… ‘accident’

Point is that I loved him so much and his sorry really broke my heart, I feel like he never truly got to explore himself, nor live for himself…he was 16.

What Hera took from him is my Roman Empire (pun intended)

I'm so sorry, I am not a huge Jason fan.

I am a little older (stupid to say at 24 but the Avatar fandom are babies), so I had aged out of Percy Jackson (if one can) by the time of Magnus Chase and the Apollo series, so I've actually never read them. I was deep in high school by that point, I read mostly like... Stephen King and books for English class. Idk maybe I'd like him better if I read them??

Personally, I think the "hate train" for Jason stems from The Lost Hero. You cannot fully imagine how pissed we all were at that book unless you were excited and waiting for it for a year and then were slapped in the face with Jason. Like who the fuck are you, leave me alone, where is Percy? It felt like watching Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin instead of Pretty Little Liars. Like, I'm sorry, you will never be the Liars stop trying. Jason and Piper will never be percabeth and that's how we felt reading that book in 2010.

I was much more open to Hazel and Frank by The Son of Neptune, because I was getting answers about Percy. The effect softened with time and more character interactions, but it definitely hurt Jason and also Piper for a chunk of us. There could probably be essays about how Leo escaped that a little bit. That after effect has definitely stuck with me, and with others for sure.

I also personally always found him the most boring, I really think every other character has a cooler story then him. But to each his own! I'm now very interested to see if I like him a ton more rereading them as an adult. I enjoyed rereading the first book so so much, I've got to reread the others.

[apopcornkernel]

like yeah i bought titans burning rage #5 bc of hawk and dove and i know it's not amazing but i got it regardless bc it's good art (for h&d) and its 50 pesos bc its a back issue. and its more decent writing for hawk and dove than im used to (sigh.) post-kesels, but now that im rereading it, yeah, im still pissed off at the characterization. like, idk, if youre describing dove as an eternal pacifist who needs to be driven to violence, you're just plain wrong. and honestly the whole mind-control battling each other from 2 diff sides/ideologies is so boring like its. So shallow. like hawk and dove vol 3 have literally done this already (druspa tau arc) (although not mind-control but instead mind,,, influence? and some manipulation on both ends i feel like) and the conflict is much better in there because it illustrates hank and dawn's personal beliefs and shows what it means for them to be not just avatars but also advocates of chaos and order. meanwhile, in titans burning rage, their reasons (under mind-control) is that.......hawk is gathering rich people to "defend" their wealth via street warfare vs dove who gathered... im not sure if they're activists or just regular people but like. you get it it's supposed to be a rich vs commoners thing and it's so???? why???? what's the point????? the elitism class divide stuff they try to touch on wrt breuer is just so painfully underwhelming and undercut by the fact that the moral of the h&d mind-controlled street warfare is that Violence Bad No Matter Who or Why also they ended the villain (breuer) with gar's dad fucking Trapping Him Inside His Own Head Forever???? insensate in a vegetative state????

so to recap, the conflict of hawk and dove's gangs 1) don't say anything meaningful about hawk and dove 2) don't contribute anything meaningful as well to whats supposedly the overarching theme of class divide. so what the fuck is this comic even trying to do? what's the point? "ooooo the assistant i always liked actually secretly hates me and all rich people even tho it's not my fault i was born rich and rich people are human beings too yanno :(((" or??? like what was the point 😭

like i'm not saying that comics always have to be political. i have enjoyed my fair share of comics that is just about punching a mindless space monster however you also cannot AVOID politics due to the nature of vigilantism and crimefighting. and furthermore if you're not prepared to actually say something that MEANS something beyond the superficial then why did you even try? for god's sake

[aeide-thea]

god i know that complaining abt fic which most of you haven't read, and which i won't, for politeness' sake, identify in this post, is a great way to come across as both dickish and boring—

but i've been rereading a very long, very satisfyingly plotty series that's a fandom darling and the thing is, when you read like 400k of an author's work at once it really starts to become painfully apparent what their priorities are, by which i mean two things:

holy shit they're obsessed with 'what if strong powerful men who could hurt you didn't (but did hurt Bad Guys) (and it was sexy of them),' which leads into

holy shit they do not appear to have thought through the implications of saying 'i will have my heroes take over the same power structures that have enabled abuse, make no real changes to those structures other than swapping out the leadership, and then claim that everything is wonderful now bc Good Men Are In Charge'??

like. i don't necessarily need every passing fantasy to present me with a coherent, revolutionary system of politics and ethics—sometimes things are just fun and sexy and not especially Examined and that's fine!—but by the time someone's written literally almost half a million words, and done a lot of worldbuilding while they were at it, i am going to start squinting if they seem to think a Good Man can e.g. become an emperor by killing off the leadership of multiple countries and installing puppet kings loyal to him and still remain a Good Man, even if the justification was that the original leadership was maltreating its citizens and deserved to be extrajudicially executed. like. this shit was a bad, autocratic move when the US did it in real life and it's still bad now that you're having our mutual blorbo do it in fiction! and that's not even getting into the whole thing where like. they've got servants who the Good Man and his friends ""treat well"" but who very much remain second-class citizens in terms of how the story actually frames them and their concerns. [this was also a huge issue i had with foz m*adows' most recent book—everyone wants to write about fantasy nobles but they also want to make them good people and it's like. honestly i think it might be better to get comfortable writing about flawed people, but also—if your aristos aren't treating their servants like equals and your text isn't either, you haven't actually cracked the Moral Aristo paradox, sorry!] like, there's nothing that says your story has to depict a fully Healed World, nor should there be! but it's troubling if you seem to be convinced you've written one (and have your wide-eyed love interests constantly marveling at it!) when you very patently haven't.

[just-jordie-things]

I just want to say Romantic Incidents is legendary in my eyes. Like, you have reached the pinnacle of fan-made literature. Because you have transcended the mere label of "fanfiction." What you write is literature.

Like if my english class had us analyze your works, I would not be napping in the back of class because some old white guy wrote some boring shit that I'm being forced to read.

LMAO BUT AWE OMG ??? y’all are bein too sweet to me today now i’m tearin up from all the flattery thank you so so much 🥰🥰🥰 romantic incidents is a fab of mine like straight up comfort fic i had so much fun writing it that whenever i reread it i go right back to the giddy feeling of i can’t wait to post this!! and then extra layers of excitement bc it was so well received and i’m just so glad it’s as loved by y’all as it is by me 🫶🫶🫶

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

I saw you posting about being in a boring class right as I was scrolling through tumblr out of boredom during my lecture lmaooo. And now I'm enduring a 40 minute bus ride in a packed bus, so I decided to come and ramble to you a little (I know, shocker, I never do that).

It's literally nothing big or anything but remember that pretty guy with the long hair from my class that I told you about once? Well just as I was trying to figure out whether I only like the way he looks because of his pretty hair, he cut it lmaoooo. And like his hair is still to his shoulders which is pretty long but it used to be to his waist so it's a considerable change still. But here's the problem - he looks just as good and even more babygirl like that 😔😔😔.

And I haven't talked to him in a while because I'm not so sure what to say since our interests don't exactly align too much and he's also always with his friends (the way he loves anime and gaming and I've only watched death note and played the sims lmaooo).

I'm also the kind of person who can't properly have a crush on someone until they actually know them well, so I'm just in the stage of finding him very attractive and yet not actually having a crush on him. Long story short, I know I should just make an effort to talk to him more but it takes a lot of energy for me to talk to people I don't know well :/

Thank you for listening once again, Rid. I think this time I've thoroughly proven that I can ramble about the smallest thing. How are you doing, love, how are the classes other than this boring one? 💞💞💞

hi lovely. i know i never usually let you wait so long, so i'm sorry 😭

first of all, the irony of us being bored at the same time during class 🤣 and secondly, wait.. it's an amazing sign that he's still just as good looking, right? that means it wasn't just the hair !! though, if you decide to talk to him, i'd definitely dive into your interests at some point, bc ofc, that's how you'll find out how compatible you are.

tbh, take your time. it's fine to be shy about these things, it's rlly fkn hard to gather the courage to talk to someone. think it through, maybe make a mental list as to what you'd say to him if you spoke (and you like to ramble, i'm sure you'd find something!! i talked a guy's ears off just today 😭). but don't rush it. i bet you'll find a way and time to approach him... it'll be fun. remember he's just a human being, too!

death note? AMAZING CHOICE BTW. if you want more recs (not for the guy, but for yourself)... definitely watch the movies 'your name' or 'i want to eat your pancreas'. angsty af but so so so good.

and honestly, ivi, ramble whenever, you know the drill. i'm just happy you feel so safe and comfortable here to do so 😭 i've been pretty damn tired these days, but i'll always read and reread your messages and love them, so keep them coming 🥺

i've been okay, love! tired, as mentioned, and i'm so so worried about not being able to indulge in hobbies or be here much anymore once work starts, too. idk, i love being here, but today i couldn't put down much in my google doc, and i'm just scared of getting to a point where i can't do anything at all anymore lol but we'll see! thank you for stopping by and asking, sweetheart <333

[empyreanwritings]

February Book Review

Beach Read - Emily Henry: Remember when I said Book Lovers was my favorite Emily Henry book? I was a fool. A buffoon who had no idea what was around the corner. This book felt right - like an absolute amazing book to start February off with. I laughed out so so many times and felt my stomach clench just as much. If you are a writer with a complicated relationship with love, this book is absolutely for you. I already wish I could reread it for the first time again. Overall rating: 100/10

In the Name of Salomé - Julia Alvarez: This was an amazing story about a mother and daughter. Each chapter alternated between their points of view and while the mother's story progressed, the daughter's story was told backwards. There was a lot of commentary on bisexuality/homosexuality, feeling misplaced, and familial bonds through issues. Highly recommend it for someone who wants something a little more than just fluff. Overall rating: 10/10

Mansfield Park - Jane Austen: Apparently there was controversy amongst the people who loved Jane Austen bc Fanny Price was a "boring heroine." To be fair, she was a little righteous but she grew up in less than ideal conditions when it came to verbal and mental abuse. The controversy should have been over the fact that the book itself was just boring. I know this is a classic but I literally could not care less about any of the characters or their motivations and the story dragged on way too long, which disappointed me bc I loved the last few books I had to read for this class. Overall rating: 4/10

The History of Mary Prince - A West Indian Slave Narrative: Obviously this is someone's life, so I'm not going to give a rating, but I do highly recommend this read. Some parts were hard to read, but the point of this story isn't to make you comfortable - it's to make you see things clearly. The only thing that truly sucks is knowing that this was heavily edited by a white man who wanted to make it more "digestable."

Jane Austen - Carol Shields: This biography was a really interesting one bc it almost felt like a story. The author clearly loved Jane Austen and wanted to share the story of her life in a way that might not have been done before. I respect it a lot bc she wasn't afraid to point out that some of her beliefs were just assumptions based on what others knew. If you're into Jane Austen, you'll like this book about her past.

[chaos-and-recover]

Luckily that's as wild as that specific story gets. I am not in contact with my mom anymore. Not bc of the fact she shipped Larry. Lots of normal ppl ship Larry. My mom was very disappointed in me bc of my actions bc she never intended for me to call CPS or the cops. I asked my mom for her email but I didn't tell her I was planning on kinda doxxing her. Sorry I did kind of explain the story weirdly. My mom became disappointed in me bc she obviously lost my friend's mom as a friend and my mom blamed me bc that was a catalyst to her group of her work friends distancing themselves from her. She eventually quit and found another job. I lost most my friends at school too. My mom had a difficult time making friends at her new job and then she treated me like her best friend and started partying with me and throwing parties with the few friends I still had and she bought us all alcohol. I had a crush on one of my substitute teachers (a woman, I'm a lesbian) and she was maybe in her early to mid twenties and I invited her to one of our alcohol parties and she declined and explained to me how inappropriate it was for her to hang out socially with a student plus someone as young as me. I said no it's okay my mom throws the parties. The sub obviously called CPS. This led to me ending up living with my grandparents (my dad died when I was a kid.) My mom did try to stalk that sub, who had moved to a different state right after calling CPS and my mom couldn't find her on social media and asked me to help her stalk her and I said no, and that was the last time we spoke but this happened like eight years ago or smth. I'm twenty two now. I've been in therapy for years I just haven't used tumblr for a super long time. That's pretty much it.

Also to clarify the "alcohol parties" weren't anything like the movies. We would get drunk and she would tell us that it was safer for us to get drunk with her than out in a field somewhere. Then we would just play video games or watch Gilmore Girls with my mom and give each other drunken makeovers. When CPS came I was only supposed to be with my grandparents while my mom took parenting classes, but after I told her I wasn't going to help her stalk that sub (who moved for unrelated reasons, someone I knew worked with someone she knew, and i was worried I made her move but it was a completely unrelated thing just around the time) she decided to waive her parental rights and go No Contact with me or my grandparents. So all in all kind of the most boring way for that to happen. Also that's why I went to therapy, bc of my mom abandoning me and moving in with my grandparents. Not because of shipping Larry. I am not the best at explaining things sometimes. But I logged onto my old tumblr and it's so cringe with Larry stuff so that's why I'm doing the rounds Sorry for all the info dumping but when I reread my asks and your answers I realized I did kinda make the story seem like this big crazy exciting tale but mostly it's just cringe. But I have a healthy group of friends now and a part time job at a daycare center, I'm dating a woman who has a few Real Person Ships in a normal healthy way. I didn't ever talk to my therapist about Larry bc I lost interest in it due to everything else going on, but I've talked about it with her and she's taught me how to healthily engage in fandoms whether fictional characters or real people. So everything worked out.

This IS kind of a wild story or at least it is compared to my boring-ass life but also I am so glad it all worked out and that you have good friends and some positive real-life things going on with work and your girlfriend and therapy. All in all this sounds like a happy ending, and the cringe of your Larry years can be safely left in the past.

[ikeasharksss]

#37 and #16 for the book asks 👀

hiiii alfieee <3

16: do you write in the margins of your books?

i do not :( i do most of my reading outside of my home, like on public transit or on campus between classes, so i dont always have a pencil on me. i do have some highlights in my more reread books!

37: do you always finish a book even if it's bad?

listen. i've had this mentality for a while that you should always finish every book you start. & i have realized recently that that is a painful mentality. i have read some truly awful books bc of that. this month i quit my first book (will not say the name bc it was a tiktok book) & didnt read the next book on my tbr bc i was suddenly overwhelmed w/ the urge to reread a very specific book i loved when i was 16. & then i reread that book i loved when i was 16. & it was wonderful <3 & i tried to start the next book on my tbr but i got bored so i quit that too!!! so i have been reformed & i now say if a book is shit then hit the bricks!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ALFIE MWAH