#i'm not putting this in the tag for obvious reasons

[eveningrainstorm]

cycle knots

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

"I'll see you soon"

"You will, that's a promise"

[ballad-of-the-lamb]

sorry i barked

suggestive.

[raayllum]

Change

+ Bonus

[misty-memories09]

Due to the lack of Cedric x Percy in everywhere, I'm posting my fics from ao3 on here, just so I can fill up the damn tag. Also because I kind of wanted to reflect onto my old writing style lol, this was a dark time for me as I'd completely give up purple prose and reading it again — my writing feels bland. This one's not complete but I posted it anyways because I prolly wasn't going to finish it lol.

So, like, I'm probably going to rewrite this.

Also my first time posting a fic here pardon my formatting 😶😶

No, I won't let you go. Ten minutes of love, Ten minutes of warmth.

Word count : 273

Summary : Percy and Cedric's secret meeting after the Yule Ball.

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 “I noticed the way you were looking at me tonight,” Cedric said with a small smile playing on his lips. Percy was startled for a moment, being completely cornered in the isolated corridor like this. The thumping of the song remained loud in the still walls of the castle. The longer he gazed into Cedric’s storm grey eyes, the more the music dissolved into nothingness.    “Well, I’m your boyfriend. Figures, I’d like a little attention.” he finally swallowed down the dryness in his throat. Gods, he still wasn’t used to this — having Cedric invading his personal space like, well, like Penny did. Watching Cedric’s lazy movements made it very much clear that he was, at least a little, drunk. A little chuckle escaped Cedric’s mouth as he combed his hair back. 

   “Just a little?” Cedric tilted his head, tugging onto the collar of Percy’s navy blue dress robes. He gave a cheeky little look as he leaned closer and whispered, “I was planning on giving a lot.” 

   “Is that so?” Percy was never good with subtleties, but if that’s what Cedric wished, he shall oblige. Cedric hummed as he leaned closer with his smile going even wider. Much to Percy’s chagrin, Cedric merely kissed his cheek softly.    “That’s not ‘a lot’.” Percy complained under his breath, and Cedric had heard it very clearly. Cedric wrapped his hands around Percy’s neck and leaned onto him. Percy was a little startled at the sudden attack, but he proceeded to wrap his arms around Cedric’s waist. Percy put his back to the wall and let Cedric tower onto him as he showered Percy’s skin with kisses. 

[slumbergoblin]

Hello ma'am o7

[seaweedstarshine]

Sources: Nightmare in Silver (+ TV Tropes haha •ᴗ•), Night Terrors, Flesh and Stone, The Day of the Doctor Novelization, The Day of the Doctor, Amy's Choice, The Crimson Horror Novelization, The Doctor's Wife

[kanonavi]

I am once again tagged by @radellama, thanks a bunch!

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Last Song: Song of the Ancients / Fate, by Keiichi Okabe

Currently Watching: Still Trigun (1998), I am unfortunately too busy to watch much else (Though I do sometimes think about how much I want to rewatch TGCF season 2....)

Three Ships: Xiao/Venti, Feng Xin/Mu Qing, Minamoto Kou/Mitsuba Sousuke

Favorite Color: Still cobalt!

Currently Consuming: Nothing at the moment, last thing was some chai tea. Now I'm thinking about grilled cheese again tho...

First Ship: Leo/Takumi from Fire Emblem: Fates

Relationship Status: Unfortunately, no

Last Movie: I genuinely don't remember... It was either Spirited Away or a combined Megamind/How to Train Your Dragon movie night

Currently Working On: A lot of my current angst is actually over the fact that I'm too deep in the schoolwork trenches to actually work on any of my own personal creative projects. But, my other project besides the Genshin Poetry Gala fic that I've been working on for months now is a TGCF essay about how the main couple are representative of the story's main themes. They make my brain explode <3

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Tagging: @hollyisanonymous, @rubberbandballqueen, @tempests-bards-and-birds, @sl33pyr3v3ri3, @stardustdiiving, @h4msanta

[meteorologears]

16 22 8 9 for the ask game

Oh my god okay okay. Thank you. I want to preface this by saying that none of this should be too offensive (or offensive at all really) but questions 8 and 16 are based on a quasi-fabricated world in which c-22 is more popular and has enough people for wrong fandom opinions to exist in perpetuity. preface over!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about - this one i'd have to make something up because there's no 'common fandom opinions' at all here really; there's like 3 people posting and occasionally they agree. uhh okay the only thing i can think of is i think Yossarian would have a difficult time engaging in conventional romance with the chaplain due to the way he characterizes relationships throughout the book (in the Aristotelian sense, these would be relationships of pleasure rather than utility; he'd have a harder time building an Aristotelian "perfect relationship" with the chaplain beyond merely a relationship of pleasure. While he does attempt multiple times to create a relationship of utility x pleasure combination, it never really comes through until the end, at which point Yossarian is gone). i think he cares deeply for many people, but it's always bordering on 'fleeting' or more accurately, one of many. i think he is capable of doing it (carrying out conventional romance) with the chaplain, but it would likely take more effort on his part given his character than most people give him credit for. Truthfully, though, I always love seeing people's Yossarian-and-relationships takes because I think there are so many ways people can be right, or so many different ways to look at it.

9. worst part of canon - i'll give you my stupid answer (rather than one which engages thoughtfully with the text in a metaphysical sense) which is: doc daneeka. i remember rereading it this summer and getting so insanely angry every time he started speaking because--everyone's losing things by going to war! why are you complaining about it like it's your own personal issue! they're not taking from you specifically nor are they specifically out to get you, it's just their general actions that you're detrimenting from! (NOTE: i do understand the narrative point of him doing this. i just find it supremely annoying). Worse is i think he generally constitutes as a more major character, which also deeply annoys me. not even one of the better ones. we had better options. smh.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.) - orrssarians (as aud calls them), aka people who are huge on the orr/yossarian ship. i understand where they're getting the idea from but... guys, what's appealing about that? i would honestly love to read someone's orrssarian manifesto because i would love to get a sense (from one of these people who sees that as the best possible combination in the book) of... why exactly they think this.

22. your favorite part of canon everyone else ignores - honestly a hard call (and i'd likely change my answer depending on when you ask me), but the first thing that comes to mind is this. heller c'mon drop the discussion in which this happens. the people (me, alone) are begging.

[bilbos-stolen-untensils]

I'm not saying this to be mean, or to give people byler-doubt, I want Byler endgame just as much as the next person but.. I watched a deep dive video on Superwholock and let me tell you the Byler fans mirror the Johnlock shippers in many ways. I think I'm done getting my hopes up because Johnlock broke my heart and I wasn't even apart of the fandom until 10 years later!!!! Once again, I'n not trying to be mean! I'm just saying, and it makes me sad to think about history repeating itself like this.

I'm not getting queerbaited in 2024 or 2025, I'm just not. And hey, if I'm wrong, be prepared to say I told you so!!! Please do, I will be HAPPY if I'm wrong <33

(This is my last post about this, so don't worry to all my Byler shipper moots. I'm truly not trying to make anyone doubt it being endgame. Also please don't send me proof or reblog this with proof or how I'm wrong, I'm not into that kind of shit. I'm pointing something out, that is ALL)

[skatiet]

On Grief and Loneliness (Excerpts From My Journal Since My Dad Died)

content warning: grief, loneliness, family member death, family member illness, suicidal ideation, existential crisis, loss of childhood home, animal death (nothing particularly graphic; just being thorough)

December 26, 2022

One month later… I miss him. That’s all there is to it, really. The immediate trauma of it all–seeing his face every time I close my eyes, hearing myself call out to him–has passed for the most part. Now it just feels like there is this empty space in my life. I keep half expecting to see a text or missed call from him, keep wanting to check in, even though I know he’s not there. Going back home and having him not be there… I try not to think too long or hard about it. It’s been a lot of that lately, just choosing not to think too much about it.

Christmas was low-key. I didn’t feel much of the magic of the holidays. Part of that is just because of getting older, I think. Next year, I want to be more festive. I just want to live life to the fullest to the extent that I can. I know my dad would be proud of me no matter what, so now I just want to make a life that I can be proud of, too.

I’ve had a few moments (or days) of really bad anxiety/depression, feeling like nothing is going right and it’s not worth it to keep trying, but I keep going, still. I am trying to be present and feel things as deeply as I can, especially the good things, and hopefully, I can find a balance between burying my sadness and feeling it to the point where I feel hopeless.

January 14, 2023

Often, grief is found in the little things, just like joy or love. I drink his tea and remember making it for him when he couldn’t do it himself, when standing was too difficult, when I was desperate for him to have something in his stomach. A splash of milk and a spoonful of honey or sometimes sugar. How he said I made it extra sweet. How I was adding as much milk, honey, and sugar as I could get away with, trying to give him as much energy and strength as I could. How he would fall asleep waiting for it to cool. How I had to remind him to drink. Reheating it again and again. The desperation those mugs held. Now, it is warm and comforting.

March 17, 2023

My dad loved Ireland and Boston and the town we lived in (all the places he was from). He loved rock music. He loved hiking. He loved stamps and antiques and magic tricks. He loved pizza and sushi and steak, lobster rolls and burgers and desserts. (He really loved food. He even liked trying vegetarian options and eating them with me.) He loved cats and dogs and owls. He loved people; he saw the good in everyone. He loved my sister and me. And we love him.

March 24, 2023

The wind is loud, and everyone is safe inside their homes, and I am safe, too, but this doesn’t feel like home.

June 14, 2023

It hits me that I’ve lost so much all at once– a family member, a home, so many things that used to be mine. I’ve lived so many places that it feels impossible to settle in, to feel secure. So much of my life has been spent on the outside, always feeling like an afterthought, never a first choice, and I wonder if I’ve ever belonged anywhere.

June 15, 2023

I’m not a holiday person. At some point, I realized that assigning too much meaning to one particular day is a great way to end up disappointed. It doesn’t matter what I think, though. Every calendar will still tell me what I’m meant to be celebrating, or what someone is meant to be celebrating who believes in something I don’t. I don't believe in much, actually. That never felt more true than after my father died. I told my mom I don't believe anything happens to people when they die, that I think they are just gone, and she cried. I don't cry much, either, especially not when other people do. I cry because I’m frustrated, because I’m stressed, because I’m tired. I cried when my dad died, but not as often as I felt I should in the days that followed. I know grief is individual and no way of grieving is right or wrong or normal. That doesn’t make me feel any less alone when my grief isn’t crying, isn’t seeing signs of him or talking to him, because to me, he isn’t there. He is gone. My grief is anger. It’s frustration that I will never see him again. It’s missing him, and it’s aching, and it’s emptiness. It’s a hole in my life where he used to be. It's the time I spent on phone calls now allotted to something else. It’s one less text message to send, one less person to tell stories to. It's the unsettling feeling that my life has already been the best it will ever be, because he will never be in it again. It's listening to songs and looking at photos and feeling something that doesn’t feel like enough. It's wanting to comfort the other people who lost him because they are sadder than I am. It's having regrets about how it all happened and then realizing it’s pointless to feel that way because it’s over. There's no changing any of it, only learning from it. And feeling like nothing matters because everyone I know will die, and I will die, and what’s the point of anything anyway. I'm terrified to forget anything about him. I write down every memory that comes up so I won't lose it. I hold tightly to the things he gave me and the things I have of his. I am halfway waiting for it to hit me, to feel some overwhelming wave of sadness, too late for anyone to understand it, but I also think maybe it will never come.

July 13, 2023

Grief spirals outward. Hope spirals inward. But I don’t want the grief to lessen. It makes me feel real. It makes me feel human.

August 26, 2023

Buyer beware–I don’t believe in ghosts, but the last two owners died in this house, and I know a part of me will live here forever.

September 1, 2023

Four bedrooms. Four names in permanent marker on the workbench in the basement, four letters each. Four cats buried out back by the property line.

December 4, 2023

A year passes, and every change creates a new version of me that he’ll never know, and how different can I become before I’m no longer the person he knew at all?

May 15, 2024

I feel like I’m cursed to forever be running in this race where no matter how hard I try, how fast I move, I will always be in second place (if even that). Never the first choice, never the favorite. They think they know what loneliness is, but they are discussing it with each other while I watch from afar. I can grow and reach and try and try and try, but I will never be enough.

May 19, 2024

How am I supposed to be a grown adult but still have the same feelings as when I was a child? Is this just going to be my entire life, never feeling like anyone actually cares about me? I don’t want to give up on people, but I am so fucking tired of trying and never getting what I want in return.

July 2, 2024

I’ve tried to make it sound pretty, tried to make it sound wise, twisted and turned the words around in my head, but I can only come back to: the only person who ever made me their first choice is dead and gone forever. And I don’t know how to make that sound nice.

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏

[quarks-pussy]

Also, I think this isn't strictly a spoiler (even tho it is) but I would fucking die for Quimp. Realest bro of ever

[jadegr8]

I was bored today so I finished digitalizing this sketch of Cas I had lying around on my desk

[muzzlemouths]

Psst. Just wanted to let you know that you're cool and I hope you have a really nice day today! You seem to be Goin Through It™ and I just wanted to let you know that we (your followers) like you no matter the quantity of stuff you're able to make at any given time (though we most certainly do like what you make, but that's not why most of us stay, I believe); you're very funny and have insightful opinions about writing, and you're always super nice when I stop by to say hi! Please remember to be kind to your mind and heart this upcoming Spring. I hope The Delights come into your life in leaps and bounds, and that you'll receive good news soon!!! <33

ooh...ohh.h.....th.ank you for the kind words........

[codevanish]

just a little side note (i plan to update my slides over the next week with info specifically regarding her aliases) but people do not generally know josephine as josephine acker rather she has many personas+aliases but most commonly used in a post-2010 era are —— charlotte matieu, daisy o'connor, este middler and offhandedly she does and will introduce herself as josie without giving any other context as the only person in her life to ever call her josie was her mother back in the early 1900's. for the sake of cohesiveness you can default to your muse knowing her under the name josie if it is not otherwise specified and/or upon first interaction as josephine, when applicable, would simply explain it away as a middle name she is fond of should the need for explanation ever arise.