#i'm so sorry i'm like this

[acaciapines]

I am completely willing to hear a rant on why the ending of amber spyglass fucked over Lyra and pan. I always thought it was off, but I don’t know why to be honest

dfklghgh so the honest answer is. its been years since ive read hdm. im sure if i reread them now i might have Thoughts and Feelings but i cant give a rant about things i read years ago and only half-remember.

but!! in my long daemonfic trends post i talk about my issues with lyra and pan in hdm!!! and that was made after i'd recently read the books, so the information is actually up to date and i still stand by what i said there! i also have the tag 'daetalk' which might have more posts about them in there, but i truly do not remember.

the long and short of it from what i remember is simply that hdm and i have very different thoughts on daemons and how important they are to both society and their respective other half. hdm is more interested in the relationship between lyra and will than lyra and pan and due to that pan ends up sidelined by the end of it. (also kirjava. oh my god kirjava). hdm might be where daemons are from but i have taken them and ran and i will fistfight pullman in a parking lot over this.

[burstingsunrise]

out of the euphoria, glass man, rollacoaster, fault and dscene magazine, which one is your favorite luke magazine feature?

what an incredible opportunity to monologue about luke hemmings! so the thing is - and this probably isn't surprising to anyone - when you think everything luke hemmings does is perfect, it's very, very difficult to choose a "favorite" anything.

all of these features have incredible photoshoots and really lovely quotes, so i've actually put together more of a selection of favorite pics/snippets from each feature instead of actually answering your question, because i am insufferable. <3

[blakbonnet]

too many promos and stuff suddenly 🤡 what's going on...

[elucubrare]

someone asked me a couple of days ago about what my favorite parts of the languages i spoke were and 1) sorry i haven't answered

2) now i don't think i can because my brain got stuck on describing it like leporello describing the way don giovanni is into girls in the catalogue aria

[misfit-among-the-angels]

I'm a disappointment. With everything. Disappointment as a child, disappointment as a person, disappointment as a friend, disappointment as everything and anything

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Me: okay I should be writing or making more flashcards-

.....A SMALL BREAK WOULDN'T HURT.

[rancidarling]

god isn't it the absolute worst, when you have an undying thirst for attention, and there are people around who would give it if you simply asked,

but my brain simply must reject everything I ask for because it's clearly "fake and undeserved"

[podcastwizard]

this will not be a bridgerton blog but for the foreseeable future i will not be thinking about anything other than bridgerton

(original post @romanceyourdemons)

[brick-brooke]

[kensatou]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[galactic-drops]

Hello there, I just read your fic Heart, Mind & Soul and quite enjoyed it. Is it alright to ask what the status of the fic is currently?

Anon, I'm so sorry you sent this months ago, and I meant to answer it I had a whole post drafted, and then I said, "I'll spell-check it after class!"

I did not do that. I forgot I didn't post it.

Which is fine my answer has sort of changed anyway!

The fic is being written as we speak! I have decided though I might not post new chapters until I have most of them finished. I think I get too in my head about posting each chapter regularly that I burn out and don't wanna write more.

But It's going! Slowly but going all the same! I wish I could give you a date to expect it, but I honestly have no clue when I'll finish. I will try to post little updates here and there (If I remember heh...), and I plan on posting some character questions I filled out to regain inspiration tomorrow!

Thank you for your patience, and I'm so sorry for taking so long to write and answer your ask

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[callonpeevesie]

I'm onto something I'm telling you

[namchyoon]

they're so funny 😭

[mumblers-lobby]

💍❤️‍🔥✨ hair-over-flames in love!

thanks to @thatskindarough for the idea ily buddy<3