#idk what to tag this with other than that but yee

[redheadedfailgirl]

I don't really pass or look like a woman rn, and that's a morally neutral thing. I don't think I've done anything wrong by not passing. But I definitely FEEL like I've done something wrong, like i've failed somehow by not living up to the feminine standard set by cisness. It feels like I'm stuck this way and I don't really know how to escape or process it when the world treats me poorly for not passing.

And I don't think most trans spaces do a lot to really help that feeling. The general response seems to be to describe ways to 'pass better' or assure me that 'hrt is magic' and I'm sure to pass three years from now despite being on hrt three years already. If they don't think it's gonna happen, people will tell you to change the way you look at things to be more happy (which possibly does help but very much feels like cbt for a societal problem).

I don't think that treats unpassing trans women very well. It feels like passing is something I'm supposed to work harder at, so my feelings of failure are correct. There's lot a whole lot said or done on how to make conditions more livable for such folks beyond just saying that 'you don't have to pass to be valid or to be beautiful.' Which is true! But it doesn't engage with the problem folks are having. People still treat us like garbage and many of us still want to pass for any number of reasons. Even if people treat us okay, they still treat us as someone explicitly trans and that comes with baggage.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, I'm just trying to put to words the feeling of feeling like shit and not knowing what I'm supposed to do to fix it, and feeling lost in a community whose one solution doesn't fit me.

[brownfrogs]

hi please don’t feel pressured to post or respond to this. i’m going to censor to avoid it going into ship and character tags if you do post, but i wanted to say how much i adore your response to that sp*riken ask. i’m a sp*riken shipper and have been since day one, but we get so much bad rep from burner accounts and arguments/instigation from both sides

this is going to sound so childish but i admittedly have such an ick for y*ehan. i don’t care if people ship it, but i blacklist all that i can to avoid seeing it. i’ve been stalked and harassed by very big, very popular y*ehan fans (on twitter) in the past. idk why i’m telling you this part. i guess just to show how much i appreciate you and your response to this whole ordeal. i’ve never seen such a bizarre ship war in all my years. i know one is the most popular ship in the fandom (has been since day one) and the other just flies under the radar for the most part, but i’m genuinely so tired of the fights and i’m so sorry that person messaged you with such hatred.

i’ve seen you around on twitter and was surprised you hadn’t blocked me. all this just to say thank you for giving me hope that there are non spiteful y*ehan shippers out there. i know that’s cheesy and cringy but i cannot tell you how often sp*riken gets unwarranted hate/uncensored things in our tags/searches. i apologize if my wording is odd. i hope you have a wonderful day/night and prosper in life for having such a kind soul.🫶

Thank you for sending this to me. I can tell this must weigh very heavily on you. I also never understood why people try to prop up a big war between the two ships. It’s unnecessary, redundant, and meaningless. They both have their own unique appeal. I would know since I am always holding hands with both of them at the same time. 👬🫱🏾‍🫲🏽🧍🏽‍♀️🫱🏾‍🫲🏽👬 (They’re also my fav brot3 haha)

But trust me, it is not childish!! There are some ships that make me want to rip my hair out frfr but y’kno like a mature person I grin and bear it and move on to something I do like. More ppl need to learn to do this. Unfortunately, since Yee//han is so big it attracts the worst of the worst and people have this weird superiority complex over it. I doubt this means much after what you’ve been through, but I apologize on behalf of Yee//han shippers and I want to set the record that what happened to you and other Spuri//ken shippers is not acceptable. It is not behavior I will ever tolerate and I will always strive to build community rather than tear it down. We are in this together!!

You honestly don’t have to thank me for being a decent human being, but I appreciate it nonetheless. So long as I’m around, this will always be a safe space for you and other Spuri//ken shippers!! There’s enough cowboy for all of us and I say let us celebrate that. 🍻

I also hope you have a wonderful life filled with happiness and kindness. 🫂🥰💖

[lunova-rambles]

Just binge-read the “My Aunt Is a Monster” graphic novel by Reimena Yee and it is one of my new favourite graphic novels omg

Like not only is the art (especially the colouring) INCREDIBLE but the story is so good to?? The phrasing/storytelling makes it clear with there is some unreliable narration at times, so before you finish chapter 1 you could be led to believe that it’s like “oh maybe the aunt isn’t really a monster, it’s just because the girl telling the story is blind” BUT NO they make it very clear by mid-chapter 1 that the aunt is, in fact, actually a monster. (The cover makes it obvious, but ofc it could just be misleading.)

I guess this is sort of spoilers, but I’m pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t a twist that there was no magic and everything was real (in-universe). In the forward, the author does thank blind/visually impaired people & their allies for making the world more accessible to the former, so I think it’s great that the main character (Safia)’s disability isn’t used as an explanation of sorts on how the magic is happening

And then there are different POVs too omg I love how they show the different perspectives AND ALSO LITTLE HINTS/FORESHADOWING!! Or a callback technically but I’ll discuss that under the cut.

Side note, I gotta try some dondurma sometime…

!! SPOILERS ahead !!

Just a couple mild spoilers first, Aunt Whimsy is cursed to be a Makara which is a nice way of including some Hindu culture! (The author mentions in their biography that they like to include irl cultures in their work, so props to them!)

Tbh I felt like the ending of the ancient city was a little rushed, though. We’re told that the “scourge” has been released and that they need to go inside somewhere to protect “Paradise,” but then cut to the next scene and they’re outside of the place and there’s no explanation as to how that fits with the ending/epilogue. I understand this is most likely a setup for a sequel, but like, the end and epilogue don’t make it seem important if that’s the case. Other than Hebe having a Makara hand now, though honestly that could just be something she has to live with and left ambiguous.

But MAN can Reimena Yee draw some nice fire omg, any time Aunt Whimsy is in her full Makara form, the colours/line art are so cool!! I’m biased because my favourite graphic novels are in similar styles lol but either way, very neat that certain special pages have coloured Lineart instead of black.

ANYWAY I love callbacks and so in this book, my fav callback is the Bureau of Suspicious Intent’s logo being an apple. This is my favourite kind of callback too, where it’s technically a Chekov’s Gun but the writing makes it seem more like foreshadowing (because the callback itself is a build up rather than just the payoff)!

Idk if they establish that Ms. Cathryn bakes apple pies before they reveal she’s ex-Bureau (since they mention it after), but if they do, then that’s the first lil breadcrumb

Yee also shows a gold apple on Hebe’s journal/notes when she’s first introduced, but tbh I didn’t recognize it as an apple because of the style/size lol it was kinda just a blob

Then they introduce the Bureau with the gold apple logo but make no mention of it!! So it’s a callback that works only in a graphic novel since it’s a visual thing!!

so on the cruise ship, you can start to catch onto the ploy about to happen just because there is a suspicious amount of people wearing gold [apple] accessories… 👀 *squints eyes*

ALSO the other great callback is Lord Fauntleroy being a stowaway on the ship/adventure! I think his is a good example of the more overt Chekov’s Gun where they make a note several times that he sheds and call it out again when Hebe gets allergies (without explicitly saying he tagged along)! You can infer pretty easily what’s gonna happen since there’s a panel where they mention leaving Fauntleroy outside yet the taxi driver notices the fur, but it’s nice that it isn’t really mentioned until Hebe’s allergies (since, realistically, the characters would not think Lord Fauntleroy is there).

Anyway I love books and have been on a graphic novel binge 😍 hoping one day I can make one myself or use it to practice visdev work!!

[mnkyeung]

OK SO i was tagged in this ✧ bias selfie tag ✧ by @wooyuong @smol-joong and @gothicmingi so uh. here she is 😔✌️

im tagging: @yunhos-gf @prettyseonghwa @honeyjoongie @jongholover @mingictzen @softmingis @yeosng @starryhwa @ggaes @celestial-yunho and uhh thats it !! 

[inkdemon-whore]

yo

al/alex/alta | adult | he/him it/its (trying these out) | aspec multi fandom/fandom hopper | proship | atheistic satanist (the 7 tenets)

tw tag list: mostly for the batim/batdr au, but also includes most tw tags i use

archived blogs: @the-core-archive | @alta-2016-2018 | @alta-2018-2020 | @saved-as-jpeg (&lt;<< for REALLY old art, saved because i like looking at how much i've grown as an artist, maybe it'll inspire someone to start/keep drawin, idk. warning, cringe child art from 2005-ish)

active-ish blogs/sites: @inkdemonslament (ask/story telling blog) | @altadud (reblogs, nothing gets tagged. asked santa if i could have an "e" for x-mas, so url might change soon) | ao3 (not super active and don't really know how it works)

tumblr bday: may 15th, 2015

as an scp, i'm classed as safe. the foundation has locked me here for years. my art on the other hand, is keter and breaches containment constantly.

getting more blue checkmarks any time i see a post bitching about them naturally on my dash. i will not buy more just cuz you send an ask ragging on them. i'm stupid, but i ain't that stupid.

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fandoms i'm in, or more accurately, stuff i like. red is what i'm makin art for at the moment/my current hyper fixation.

pokemon (drawn stuff for)

sonic (old art, can't be found anymore)

a monster in paris (old art, can't be found anymore)

undertale/deltarune (drawn stuff for)

BATIM/BATDR (drawn stuff for) [currently doin an au for this, tag is "daddy ink demon au". post to catch you up/tell ya what it is -1- -2-. or just bioshock big daddy but it's ink bendy and an early version of audrey] {making a master list}

steven universe (drawn stuff for)

dream smp (drawn stuff for)

hermitcraft

fnaf (drawn stuff for)

fnf (drawn stuff for)

ddlc

OFF by mortil ghost

yume niki

centaurworld (drawn stuff for)

encanto (drawn stuff for)

mystery skulls animated (drawn stuff for)

the girl from the other side (drawn stuff for)

spooky month (drawn stuff for)

the stanley parable/tspud

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tiny faq:

can i make fanart/fanfics based on your stuff?

yes yes yes yes yes -grabby hands- please do, i love seein that stuff. you can @ me, send it as a gift on ao3, or put it in my sub box. also just be sure to link back to me in some way (such as an @ or linking my blog)

can i dub your comics?

oh FUCK YES!! go for it n send it to me, i wanna see!!

can i use your art as an icon?

yee sure, just link back to me.

you're proship?

yea, if i'm shipping the character's i'll tag it with "tw ship" or "proship". if ya don't see that tag, it's not a ship. i don't do discourse/fandom wank, i'm just the art guy. if ya wanna know more, read the carrd linked above, or go to @/sl-ug's blog as a starting point (they're workin on a paper, i think it's neat)

nsfw?

here? other than suggestive stuff and jokes, no, not really. i have things tagged for blacklist though, being #nsfw and #nude/#nudity. old post won't be put under the new filter thing unless it gets flagged (mostly cuz i'm lazy), but newer post will. if you're askin about an alt.... -coughs-

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might update this every now and then.

[no-droids]

Ok I’ve thought about it more and Din for sure knows where she’s at. It’s why he didn’t call right at midnight because of the bells, sweet girl kept looking out the window for reasons she didn’t understand, and him and the kid sleeping under the willow tree for a *second* night and saying they’ll find her again tomorrow. He just wants her to have an adventure 😭 but I think it’s the first time he found her

YESSSSSS I know this was probably a bit confusing but it will be explained in the actual story, because he absolutely did find her. If you would prefer not to know until the chapter comes out (idk if it’ll be in the next one or the one after) DONT CONTINUE READING as this will be addressed within the fic but I don’t mind clarifying some confusion right now

I’ve seen some people ask about the line at the end where he mentions how often the guy turned back to face her in line, but I’ll say right now that that was indeed from her footprints and the fact that he could see blonde dude’s feet constantly turning back to face her in line while they shuffled up over time. Din didn’t know where she was the whole time, he wasn’t just tagging along behind her and letting her get ahead of him for funsies. He could tell every single time she stopped to talk to someone because her footprints wouldn’t just continue walking, they’d be directly next to each other to let him know she stood there for a little while. In the first chapter, sweet girl stopped for a bit in Osiruu and listened to a melody being played on an instrument, so I imagine Din would also stop there and try to figure out what caught her attention—if there was another set of footprints that also seemed to stop in the same place, it means she had a conversation. He would see the children she stopped to speak to, the vendors she chose to visit, like... he’s basically learning more and more of who she is when nobody is looking.

the only time she ever truly felt Din’s presence was later on in the afternoon on day four. When she snuck into the temple to donate all her credits and then the two brothers found her, she had a weird feeling that she was still being watched. But then again, Din mentioned how she’s not able to have many friends with him, so he must’ve been looking earlier than that. He was also in the inn at midnight, and the narration said he laid up against the willow tree for two nights in a row, which means that after he called her up that first night in the orphanage and she told him she hoped he’d sleep in the bed, Din hung up and immediately left to follow her. He said “see you tomorrow” because he knew where she was and he WOULD see her the next day, and he also said “I already—” when she offered to give him her coordinates because again, he already knew. HE HADNT FOUND HER YET, but he knew where she’d be.

so yee day four was when he actually found her, i imagine while she was attending the service in the morning and just zoning out and thinking about him. so I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for her or think he knew where she was the entire time and was just messing around with her because he wasn’t. He predicted her plan during day 3’s check-in (the last part of chapter 16), figured out where she went on day 3, but he didn’t actually find her until day 4. then he decided to give her just one extra day once he saw where she was and that she was safe. That is why he “wasted time” in the city. He found her and decided to let her finish out her adventure, confident that he’ll be able to get her the next day. He left the city as soon as she fell asleep that first night after speaking to him in the belltower.

So yes sweet girl did her absolute best and to be entirely honest, if she had kept going and been weathered enough to match Din’s sleeplessness and constant movement, AND keep up her clever little tricks to disappear, she would’ve been able to evade him for quite awhile longer. But she says before she even gets to the temple that she’s not good at running, it’s not who she is, and if he finds her there then that’s okay. There was like... no pity aspect to it or ANYTHING, it was a choice they both made for each other so yeah🥺🥺

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Hey there! What kind of car do you think the FO4 companions (and Maxson) would drive, and what kind of driver would they be?

(This is most definitely Pre-war or Modern! AU, so this'll be fun)

Cait:

•No car here.

•Instead, Cait drives a dark gray Harley Road King- outfitted completely with skulls and matching gloves.

•Fucking terrible to be on the road with.

Curie:

•Drives a rather cute, white Audi TT.

•Has several notebooks littering the glove box. Random coloured pens, EVERYWHERE.

•Probably has one of those infuriating ty beanie babies sitting upon the dash, staring into your soul with those inhuman beady eyes.

•Okay driver....

Danse:

(I've mentioned a long time ago that in my Pre-War AU, both Danse and Gage are some country bois..well here you go)

•Drives a hella nice, red, lifted Ford F-250 King Ranch. He loves it, but he usually just uses his "baby" to help haul things around.

•Take the love his canon counterpart has for his power armour and apply it to this Danse's truck.

•Has a sticker of his respective branch (I'm think Danse would be a marine or army man..idk) that he is too proud of and hangs his dog tags on the mirror.

•Stupidly strict about following all rules of the road.

Deacon:

•Ever seen one of those creepy vans with a painted tiger and wizard battling on the side? That's Deacon's.

•The back is renovated with a whole ass couch, tapestries and a funky disco ball.

•Calls it "the party wagon"

•Drives however he feels like.

Gage:

(Yee haw..)

•Drives an absolutely massive, dark gray, lifted 2019 F150 super duty. Has modifications on this bitch so expensive and wonderful that even Danse would shed a tear.

•Has a skull sticker on his back dash, a rifle behind the front seat, and brass knuckles in his glove box. Man is just waiting for a fight. Even the fucking antenna cover is shaped like a bullet...

•If you want to see your life flash before your eyes, ride with him. Uses the shoulder as a lane to pass people, thinks the speed limit is a mere suggestion, and is willing to ram someone for cutting him off.

Hancock:

•Thanks to his funds, he drives a pretty nice black Range Rover with fancy red interior.

•Advent drunk driver but somehow never gets caught.

Macready:

•Drives an old, yet dependable, 2004 Nissan x-terra. Boy, does that thing make him so close to cussing because of that thing. Duncan always laughs at him when that happens.

•It periodically stalls, but it's still faithful when he needs it....

•Mediocre driver..until someone cuts him off.

Piper:

•Drives a 2013 convertible, bright red, mustang!

•Blasts music and drives fast af when it's safe...but is strangely the safest one to ride with out of everyone else.

Maxson:

•Mr. Maxson, or rather the Maxson family is ridiculously rich..lemme just put that here first.

•Drives a badass, black Mclaren P1.

•Terrible driver.

Nick:

•Drives an astonishing cream coloured vintage Cadillac.

•Smells of smoke and coffee and the inside has cigarette ashes and littered newspapers.

•Drives waaaay too slow.

Old Longfellow:

•Does his boat count? Because he isn't really supposed to be driving that thing either but shit, it's better than getting caught driving his car with his suspended license having ass. Don't drink and drive, kids.

Preston:

•Drives a cactus green Ford Bronco. Freaking adores that thing too.

•Has a little rubber duckie that wears glasses perched up on the dashboard. It's name is Steven and he is considered Preston's good luck charm. Laugh all you want damnit.

•Frequently causes traffic jams because he'll let everyone out in front of him.

Sturges!:

•ooooh boy.

•This man loves his several cars, but his main one is a very sexy light blue '68 chevelle that he affectionately refers to as "sweetheart".

•He built the thing up from the ground practically,

•Has a relatively unhealthy attachment to that car and will beat someone up over sitting on it.

•Extremely careful driver...unless he is drag racing in one of his other babies, then it's game on.

X6-88:

•Also doesn't drive a car.

•Instead drives an all black CBR 1000RR Honda motorcycle.

•Has blue LED lights under the bike. Show off.

•Gives zero fucks about traffic rules and primarily drives at night.

[synesindri]

fic writer interview

i was tagged by @theoceanismyinkwell — thanks so much!! 

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 (although a few are drabbles...still)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

143 802 :D

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

5 on ao3, but really four because i listed the marvel ones in general MCU and the specific fandom. they are supernatural, what we do in the shadows, downton abbey, and thor. HOWEVER i have written for several and either didn’t publish those fics anywhere or posted them to sites before ao3 started and lost track of them lol. i think probably 8-10 total?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Judges of Character (downton abbey, G) — explorations of george and sybbie’s reactions to thomas’s suicide attempt in s6 (HUGE thanks to @oleander4 for the inspiration for this one!!!)

Thomas Barrow and the Power of Friendship (downton abbey, T) — a series of character/relationship studies revolving around thomas

“Mr Barrow Has The Flu” (downton abbey, G) — daisy’s reaction to thomas’s "illness” in s6

Seize the Crown (what we do in the shadows, E) — uhhhh...indulgent hair pulling kink lol

Second Visitor (downton abbey, G) — daisy visits thomas after the thirsk fiar debacle

dang the downton abbey fandom really treated me well with kudos!! <3

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yes!!! in part i respond because i love comments and i feel like responding to them encourages people to comment more, but mostly i respond because it gives me a chance to talk about the fic! when people pull out stuff i did on purpose to comment on, it’s really exciting to get to give the commenter a little more information about why i did that. and when they pull out something i didn’t even realize i was doing, i want to react to what they said and appreciate having something about my own writing called to my attention. i have probably failed to respond to a comment or two but i really do try and want to respond to all of them :D

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

uhhh probably Passive (thor, G) since it’s an infinity war thor-grieves-loki fic?  

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i don’t...crossovers don’t particularly appeal to me usually. i don’t often think of ideas for them.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aaahahaa ok no i have not (fingers crossed for it staying that way!!!) but i DID get a comment on a supernatural fic that was essentially someone going on a strange, aggressive rant about theological justifications for misogyny that were loosely related to the fic in question? that is also the only comment i’ve ever removed from a fic...

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yee. idk if any particular kind? i don’t really enjoy writing smut tbh but i do sometimes just because i have some idea that i want to express that necessitates some sexy shenanigans. typically when i write smut it’s uhhh odd in one way or another? a bit creepy and/or unsettling? because that’s the vibe i enjoy writing. the weirdness makes it more entertaining for me to write than the sex does :p as a result it’s probably not very hot but you know, whatever lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i’m aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! Human Indulgence (supernatural, T, starring lucifer and lilith in one take on lilith’s corruption) was translated into spanish by Gordafabi. the translation is here!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nah...not saying i wouldn’t, but i like to write alone with my thoughts mostly.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

samifer ✌️sorry about my amazing taste skskskskss

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

gawddd yeah...the thing informally known as the adversary-lawboy tapes is #1 on this list. i have a bunch of snippets of sam n lucifer chit chatting and generally having a weird time in sam’s head throughout s5 and especially in the interval between the “yes” and stull cemetery, but there’s no way i’ll ever actually turn it into anything solid. i’d also love to finish the fic in which gabriel acts like a sickly god and does a bunch of very sketchy things but again, there’s no way i’ll ever do it. RIP. 

fortunately neither of those is public so it doesn’t matter to anyone but me that they’ll stay WIPs forever :p

What are your writing strengths?

characterization, atmosphere/pacing, and pretty little prose stuff. i care a lot about these things and get comments on them so, hurray! (also i think i’m good at a tie-in gut-punch ending on occasion...heh)

What are your writing weaknesses?

i keep not actually writing anything!!! lmao but ok other than that i sometimes try to convey something too complicated without enough explanation. i also often write these really obnoxious sentences that you have to read the end of to understand the beginning...my thoughts are not at all linear lol. i do TRY to fix these things whilst editing but...i’m sure they still happen :/ 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i usually don’t because i assume most readers won’t understand it and i don’t want to make people skip around the page for the translation. i’ll do it if it’s short and is more of an easter egg than a crucial line, or if it’s a quote from something else.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

you know...maybe “Mr Barrow Has The Flu” (linked above). i feel like i really landed all the emotional beats in that, and did daisy right. i’m also very pleased with Drawn and Quartered (spn, T). there’s another spn fic i wrote during my first pass through the fandom that i think about often but i won’t say what it is because i think about lines in isolation but am not that satisfied with the fic as a whole hahhaha

tagging (extremely optionally!!!) @fandom-space-princess @ophanir @lovetheirloves @venhedish @hotgirlsummersam @bluecookiesforrick @whisperoftheheart925 and anyone else who wants to do this!

[gausses]

so i was tagged by @laudnaum and i just woke up from a 2h nap, hoookay let’s go ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

name: Lu

age: 27

height: 1.69m i think?

where do you call home? middle of nowhere in southern lower saxony

any tattoos or piercings? 4 in my ears, little kiwi on my right arm, a skull with a snake on my right upper thigh and a ...sleeve on my left arm. there was very much no concept behind it so its kinda patchworky. love the raven in the middle of it tho. and a bee on my left hand. all bw except the skull

last song you listened to? I was cleaning my flat earlier and i love dancing to upbeat/embarassing pop music during it so it was “I feel good” by Pitbull... but before that i listened to KIZ “Lecken im Puff” (why yes my music taste is garbage)

last movie you watched? aftermath i think it was called? it was boring i turned it off half way.

last book/fanfic you read? currently reading Stephen King’s The Dead Zone

do you collect anything? plants. weird/embroidered pictures.

morning person/night owl? depends on the time of year, currently very much a night owl but as soon as summer hits im gonna be up and at it at 5am. catch me in the gym at 6am running my 5km

optimist/pessimist/realist? eet is what eet is-st ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a quote you live by? idk, i’ve learnt in the past year that it’s better to be yourself than a well-liked person that you cant stand. also you should always give everything a try, even if it’s just to find out you hate it.

introvert/extrovert/ambivert? ambivert very much

do you believe in the afterlife? i wish i did

a weird or fun fact about yourself? idk i feel like im such an open book? im oversharing most of the time so i will just ramble a bit here abt stuff, enjoy: I have no taste, my mother will tell me that a lot. and other people told me that- i get it, i dress weird sometimes but it makes me happy. i still love patterns with animals on them, no not leo print. i mean; give me actual leopards on the shirt. after 5 years i had to retire my bird rain jacket (picture) but found one with dogs on it (picture). Older women love this jacket, i got some compliments for it. one time i was i was in line for the register in edeka and the lady behind me asked me where i got it bc she has the same dogs that are on there. love it! And I can finally deadlift my own body weight! cant wait to wear spagehtti straps in summer bc my upper body/shoulders look so good. very happy with my fitness journey considering i had to lay low for 4 months and still struggle with my foot on some days. dont shatter your foot bones children. lastly; i started playing the guitar and its so much fun. but i havent had any lessons this year bc of miss rona and currently not the time to look for a new teacher; nor the money to go to an actual music school. so im just playing the same 5 songs over and over. my darkest secret? I started listening to country music to find songs to play/practice and i love it so much in a completly unironic way. Mason Ramsey’s “Before I knew it” SLAPS and i will fight you over it. yee haw!

if you could have coffee with someone, dead or alive, who would it be? im having a really bad crush on someone and im probably going to see them again in a few weeks but it would be nice to see them sooner aaahhhh. also any of my mutuals reading this, idk im not very talkative and always nervous but uh yeah- i have normal coffee, decaf and far too much tea.  so uhm mh im tagging??? @davinciae, @sorrel-ly and @anakinskvwalkcr if y’all want to maybe, i thought this was fun but no pressure (○｀ 3′○)

anyway now i have to go back to my rheology exercises ┗( T﹏T )┛

[mel-street]

3, 12 ( I WANT TEA ), 20, 40 ( i miss your class wtf )

ahh i miss them to

i literally had a dream about them a whie ago and got really sad because we'll never all be together again and *cries*

oki

3) rant just do it.

hmm imma rant about fandoms because why not

im so sick of ship wars at this point and people making fictional characters into real people and saying that you're a terrible person if you like a fictional character or ship a certain ship because that's just no and if you that ship really offends you that much just. blog the tag or something idk but dont ruin it for other people and dont act like you're oh so moral and better than everyone else because you dont ship something or like a character

ok this made no sense oh well

12) what's the most interesting school gossip you've ever heard

considering as there were 10 people in my grade for 9 years and my school is extremely small not much happens *goes and asks twin*

we just spent 10 minutes trying to think of something and couldn't-

umm oh in 7th grade these two girls in my 6th grade friend group who were like VERY VERY close like "accidentally" kissed or something like that and everyone was like "suuuuureeee it was an accident. these b*tches gay"

and then there was this whole other thing but yee that's the only one i can think of currently

20) describe your blog in 3-5 words

blend of hyperfixations + toxic ships (+ is not a word)

40) answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation

oh we have A LOT

"the other side" (this is from 4th grade and it's still an inside joke-)

"SHE'S NOT A VEGETARIAN SHE JUST REFUSES TO EAT MEAT"

the spanish dictionary ( this is random but someone had to talk about their favorite school memory in front of the entire school and david said that and sat down and we all started cackling while everyone was like *extreme confusion*)

tom and jerry (rip tom and jerry)

chanceeeee

valentines day 2020

tequila FOR LIFE

sangria hehehe

cleaning out the science room

CHRIS YOU"RE MEXICAN?

yeah there's like 80 more but now im getting sad so im stopping :(

ty for le asks

[leliana-sings-mozarts-requiem]

Answer 30 questions and tag 20 mutual

Thanks to @thatmusicgeek22 ❤️

Name/Nickname: I’ve found myself going by Pixel on Tumblr, tho if you look carefully you can find my real name 😉

Gender: Non-binary

Star sign: Virgo

height: like 5’11”?

Birthday: somewhere in the virgo range.

Favorite bands: oof they change so regularly, but I listen to a lot of The Arcadian Wild, Lord Huron, Black Hill & Silent Island, and Kaleo. Most of what I listen to is soundtracks tho.

Favorite Solo Artists: been listening to a lot of Hozier, Ella Fitzgerald, Mark Knopfler, Jacob Collier, and Alexi Murdoch.

Song stuck in my head currently: Dear Fellow Traveler by Sea Wolf.

Last movie I watched: documentary on Jane Elliott’s blue eyes/brown eyes experiment (called “a class divided”)

Last show I watched: heheheh I’ve been watching She-Ra againnnn. Also been watching sense8 which idk where this show has BEEN all my life.

When did I create this blog: ah shit, I think like January 2015?? I was still in high school and had it for most of the time.

What I post about: mostly political shit and dumb memes, occasionally I post about VG things and writing and misc art. Started out as video games and music but I stopped trying to have a set theme years ago. (((Psssst you can follow my music blog @thepixelbard for music stuff if you don’t already)))

Last thing I googled: a map of the world of Earthsea bc 1. I was trying to trace the path of Ged’s travels and 2. Maps are just *sexy* dhdhsjsk

Other blogs: @thepixelbard is my music tumblr! I don’t always post things often but that’s where I focus my music endeavors. Go follow meeee!

Do I get asks: not very often but I love getting them 🥺👉👈

Why I chose my URL: well, my first URL was dumb and had my name in it (bc I was like 16 and stupid) so I changed it to ‘Sibelius-M-D’ for favorite composers of mine and “MD” the title, then to this long monstrosity came about a few years ago for my favorite bastard man Mozart and my best girl Leliana from Dragon Age.

Following: uuuh like 500-something? I used to think it was a lot but yee

Followers: 233 absolutely beautiful bastards ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Average hours of sleep: oof it’s either like 9 hours or 6, not super healthy

Lucky number: don’t really have one but I’d say 7

Instruments: flute and cello are my primaries, but also trombone, piano, guitar, Irish whistle/low whistle, bodhran, and voice.

What am I wearing: PJs bc I just woke up shsjdjfkd

Dream trip: I wanna go back to scotlanddddd I was studying abroad there when COVID happened so I feel cheated out of my spring in the Highlands. Other than that, probably Norway, Germany, or northern Japan. Anywhere with cool music.

Favorite food: I will LITERALLY eat anything so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nationality: Tragically American. Sorry to disappoint.

Last book I read. Most recently, I read A Wizard of Earthsea which is unbelievably good, but I’m also reading The House on Mango Street, The Ranger’s Apprentice, and A Court of Roses and Thorns.

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: this might be cheating since they’re by the same creator, but Princess Mononoke, Kiki’s Delivery Service, and Howl’s Moving Castle. I’m a simple queer who wants the escapism what can I say

Favorite color: lol well if you’ve seen my blog, various dark shades of blue, but also a nice rich dark green or the color of healthy soil.

Tagging: don’t feel obligated but I’d also love to get to know my mutuals better

@queertrashpotato @ikknowplaces @pastelmercutio @thewholeguacamole @life-not-needed @mahlerlove @declanexgf @spacehamsterthings @great-lake-state-of-mind @butchbatman @heyyitsjayy @plathcamusdostoyevskyjagger @in-the-key-of-f-major @peggyosgood @i-mossy @valeroyeaux @cryptid-god @a-girl-with-dumb-bitch-disease @legendofcutiepies @agenericpianist

[subarubi]

Somethin’

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson’s in for the ride of his life. (Idk I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 3.2k

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Sexual content. Modern AU. Cowboy!Sam. Slight Angst? Idk. Alcohol consumption. Inappropriate use of stable floor. 

A/N: Something about the leaves changing is putting me in the mood for some Sam Wilson lovin’. ma’ams, sirs, non-binaries, I present to you, COWBOY SAM. This is purely born out of thirst, the barely there plot is just a vehicle for it. Yee-motherfuckin’-haw!  

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Clear blue skies and soft, white cumulus clouds look just the same above him here as they did there. 

It had been the first thing he noticed on that long, quiet car ride home from the airport and the last thought before settling into the checkered sheets of his adolescence. Night, day, clear or grey — it’s the same sky he’s been under his entire life, same backdrop to his last few years at war. 

One certain days, he feels blind as a newborn, clutching to his momma’s chest as she quiets his cries. Others, he swears he can see thousands of miles away if only he just squints hard enough. 

Today, there’s sweat stinging in his eyes, so he only sees wide pastures through a blurred filter. 

Sam Wilson holds his father’s hat in one hand, uses a forearm glowing bronze beneath the sun to wipe away the dampness over his brow. He’s known heat, spent hours baking under the hot sun in full fatigues. This is a different kind of heat — the lazy, sleepy kind that starts in his neck and spreads warm everywhere. It pools in unwelcome places: behind his knees, down his shoulder blades, in his ass crack. 

“What’s the matter, cowboy? Can’t take the heat?”

"M’fine,” he scoffs indignantly, kneading a thick thigh splayed out over worn leather, soothing his sore muscles. Despite his objections otherwise, Sam’s dog-tired and aching for a cold shower. He wants to fall face first into the couch and stay there for, forever, maybe. 

Your smirk burns him up from the inside out with irritation and a whole other barrel of emotions he doesn’t want to get into when you’re being this annoying.  “If you need a break, I won’t tell anyone...”

Sam pants a laugh, settling the cattleman hat back over his head, squint in his warm brown eyes easing in the brim’s shadow. Shaking his head, he replies “I don’t believe that for one second.”

He’s heard that most people settle a bit after they reach their mid-20s. People have jobs and responsibilities and have less room to be obnoxious and wild. You haven’t changed one bit since high school. You’re just as loud mouthed and unpleasant as you were all those years ago before Sam left to enlist. You used to laugh and throw mud in his face when he worked on your daddy’s ranch as a kid, put burs in his boots and made fun of his gangly arms. Not much has changed on that front now that he’s back — he’s kind of glad for it, so used to people in this little town treating him differently now.

Sam licks salt from his lip, watching you in front of him, horse in a jog. 

The steady rocking of your hips side to side holds his gaze, matching your pace but hanging back enough that conversation is sparse. Sam eyes the way denim hugs your legs, tapers off into a pair of worn brown boots with stitched designs fraying. He remembers when you’d first gotten those boots, how you danced in them before him. He’d always had a sneaking suspicion you liked him back then; he was older and worked for your daddy, your teasing always felt like just an excuse to talk to him. 

You’re a woman now. An honest to god woman with pretty eyes and a dangerous smile — all stuffed into tight jeans and a chambray shirt with the top buttons undone in such a way that he can the path of sweat down your neck and into your cleavage. Sam visibly swallows.

“What’s it like?” your sweet twang tickles the inside of his ears, a shiver run down his spine. 

Sam shifts in his saddle, leaning up on the horn to give his sleeping ass a break, “What’s what like?”

Silence for a beat, what little he can see of your profile twists in uncertainty. You slow up so that your horse falls in step beside his, shrugging to appear more casual, though it’s more comfort for you than him. “I mean... the Air Force, Afghanistan. That whole thing.”

Oh, that whole thing. Sam stiffens, reins creaking in tight fists as he struggle with such a small, harmless question. 

In the hours you’ve spent together since he’s been back, the subject of where he went and why he’s back remained fairly untouched. Sam didn’t want to talk about it and you don’t like awkward, feelings conversations in general. He’d liked the balance the two of you had struck up. Considered you a good friend, even, for it. 

“You don’t have to say anything! Just forget I said anything,” you rush out. 

Sam can tell by the way you frantically avoid looking at him that an ashamed heat is crawling up your neck and pooling in your face. He sighs heavily, shoulders sagging and looks out over the herd of cattle moving pastures.

He’s dog-tired. 

After Riley died, he just couldn’t find reason anymore — his momma said it was giving her smiley boy premature frown lines. Getting out was supposed to be a good thing for him, but he’s just so tired of waiting for the results. He’d expected coming home and working on the ranch would be like flipping a switch; he’d be happy again and wouldn’t have to think about his time in the war. For the most part, he has been. But some days he doesn’t know whether it’s better to be blind or to see thousands of miles away.

Then there are days like today: the in between where everything is blurry and he wants to talk about it, but doesn’t know where to begin. 

“It’s hot as hell.”

The bewildered look on your face makes him smile small. His lips twitch and it sends yours chasing off after them, cracking big and wide. He wishes his momma could see him now, with that gap-toothed grin she says she misses so much. What it is, he doesn’t know, but something about you makes him so comfortable. 

If you wanted to, you couldn’t get Sam to stop talking after that. 

He tells stories of COs with sticks up their asses and hillbillies he never thought he’d have to protect and never wants to again, of all the shit Riley put him through and what passes for food on military bases. And by the time the sun sets and the cows are grazing on fresh, untouched grass, the ache in Sam’s hips and legs can’t compare to the one in his cheeks. 

“He sounds like an amazing friend,” you smile softly, boot kicked up on the farriers stool outside the barn.

Sam smiles wistfully into the neck of his beer bottle, nodding firmly, “The best.”

The sweat on his shirt has dried under a cool night breeze, Sam’s eyes slide closed to savor the feeling of it. It’s peaceful and quiet in the best way, a warm beer in hand, crickets chirping and a somewhere frog croaking. He can’t help but think this is as close as he’s gonna get to being happy again without Riley. 

A cacophonous clattering of the glass bottle graveyard the two of you cultivated breaks through it. You hiss loudly, muttering curses under your breath as you try and right the ones that fell over, “Shhh, dammit. Shit.”

Sam rolls his head to the side slowly with relaxed breaths, looking at you with a goofy smile. He places his bottle down in the dirt besides just about the dozen other empty ones, reaching out for you, “You’re a good friend too.”

You watch him with wide eyes, chewing your lip dark in that way that he never lets on drives him crazy. 

His eyes lazily drift over your face, down the smooth planes of your neck and over the panicked heave of your chest. There’s a summer haze over him, he feels all fuzzy and warm with alcohol swirling around in his gut, liver working overtime. He’s thinking things he probably shouldn’t, fingers itching to do things he definitely shouldn’t. 

You are a good friend, he means that. 

He’s been home for a few months now and can count on one hand the amount of people he actually likes spending time with. His momma and his little sister on Sundays after church making — or rather, for his part, eating— pies. Your father, who Sam’s always looked up to, listening to life lessons that he’s already learned but doesn’t have the heart to say so. He likes going to the bar with the other ranch hand Tommy well enough, but only for a few. 

You. All the time, even when he’s supposed to be doing something else or you’re annoying the hell out of him. 

Sam clears his throat, hoping that the starry-eyed look in his eyes is obscured by the darkness of night and the low brim of his hat. By the way you’re looking back at him, he highly doubts he’s gotten away with it. “I should get going, it’s late.”

“You-” you swallow, sitting up straight in your seat as he makes to get up, “you shouldn’t drive.”

Cracking bones have Sam grimacing as he stretches tall, working out all the kinks he’d gotten from a long day out riding, driving the cattle. He stumbles a little in his boots, kicking up a small bit of dirt with a tipsy laugh, “You’re right...”

He sees your tense shoulders sag in relief, settling further against the red barn wall. Sam grins mischievously, swaying towards the open barn doors, “I’ll ride.”

“Sam!” you call after him, and he hears the light pounding of your boots after him as he bolts into the stables. 

He’s never felt so fast, so light, running with you hot on his trail, boots sliding dangerously across the hay covered ground. Sam’s a kid again, unburdened by the hardships of war and the grief of losing his best friend. 

Once, when he was working here in high school with you constantly ribbing on him, Sam stole your hat — same one sitting on that pretty head now — and ran. You gave chase until your shorter legs tired out and ugly sobs of frustration poured from your lungs. He felt guilty, mean even and stopped as soon as those doe eyes looked up at him in hurt. There was a terrible smirk on your face he’ll never forget when you triumphantly snatched it out of his hands and kicked him in the shin, little brat you were. 

This is payback. 

Sam takes a hard left into one of the empty stalls, laughing wildly when you corner him, hands holding his sides in stitches. Smiling eyes betray the scowl on your face as you approach slowly, as if he were a jumpy young colt for you to tame. 

Something’s in the air, suffocating the closing space between the two of you and Sam’s pinned beneath the unreadable stare of your eyes dark with... somethin’. 

The heave of his chest is prominent under the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, white undershirt stretching taut over its broadness. He sucks down big, audible breaths to steady himself, face slack. Sam rests his hands over the silver longhorn buckle of his belt, pinkies tracing over the rough grooves to distract him from this churning in his stomach. It could just be the alcohol. He’s not been oblivious to the all the lingering touches and heated gazes these past few months working close together, but it could just be the alcohol. 

In the back of his head, he can almost feel the phantom sting of his momma slapping him there, warning him that you don’t shit where you eat and he’d be stupid to do what his body is screaming for him to. 

You’re the annoying girl that sent him sprawling into a cow patty, trained the dogs to circle him in the field and nip at his heels. You’re his boss’ daughter and his friend, an important one at that. 

You’re... somethin’ and when he’s with you the sky is bluer and the clouds make these funny shapes with resemblances the two of you never agree on. 

“Okay, okay, you got me,” Sam holds his arms up in surrender, rolled up sleeves unravelling on his forearms. 

It doesn’t stop your approach like he’d hoped it would. The longer this goes on, and the closer you get — he can feel hot breaths fanning over his face now, raising goosebumps beneath his stubble — the weaker his resolve gets. 

You’re right in front of him, warm hands squeezing his shoulders and a glint in your eyes that means trouble. “Do I win a prize, cowboy?”

Sam’s knees buckle just the slightest and it’s your hands wandering down the taut muscles at his sides that keep him standing. When you call him that he feels all weird inside, like any nickname before that was wrong and any after wouldn’t even register for him. 

A sharp hiss leaves Sam’s lips, jolting as a cool few fingers experimentally drift beneath the hem of his shirt, smoothing over his hot skin. He says your name in warning, low and pleading. 

“Sam...” you whisper, knocking his hat off with the tipping brim of your own, a pleading look of your own burning straight through him and settling in the erratic beat of his chest. He struggles to focus on anything other than your fingers splayed out on his torso, thumbs fiddling with the waistband of his boxers peaking out above his jeans, nails scratching just light enough to leave his skin crawling. 

God, what did you say? He can’t remember, clenching fists to avoid reaching out and touching you, all warm against him. And why is he even fighting it? 

Hesitantly, Sam places a calloused hand on your waist, squeezing softly when your nose rubs against his. 

His mouth falls open stupidly, eyes tightly held shut because he’s afraid if he opens them you’ll disappear and he’ll be passed out on the floor at home. He doesn’t know how long he’s been watching after you like he had earlier that day — a while now — but his gaze always seems to find you, same as the few good dreams he has nowadays. 

“I want you.”

“Shit,” Sam grumbles, slapping a hand over the back of your neck and crushing your lips to his. 

The clunk of your hat hitting the stable floor is like the starting shot of a frantic race of tongue and teeth. Sam scrambles to grab handfuls of whatever he can, pulling you closer by the belt loops of your jeans. Your hands curl around his shoulders and push his shirt off, as he pulls you up to straddle him. Sam’s hands shoves themselves down the back of your jeans, stuck between scratchy denim and the soft flesh of your ass. 

Your legs gets tangled with his along the bag of his thighs, the two of you stumbling around for balance. It’s found, of course, in the hay.

Sam’s never felt so desperate, so starved for touch that even with you in his arms it’s not enough. He craves more, wants more of you all the time. He wants you as a coworker, a friend, a lover. 

Everything you have to offer, he’ll take. 

On his back and staring up at you with pathetic, lovesick eyes, Sam blindly tugs off his shirt, distracted by the smooth expanse of skin you reveal to him in your own undressing. He leans forward to press kisses against the cups of your bra, palming at the flesh of your torso and along the ridges of your back, eyes black with hungry want. 

Something whiny joins the harsh breathing that fills the quiet barn and it takes a second for Sam to realize that it had come from him. You slanted your hips over his, slowly rutting the rough fronts of your jeans against each other and Sam can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by his soft moans. 

“You can’t help it, huh?” you murmur against his lips, rocking back and forth over his groin, “My Cowboy, always watching me with those pretty brown eyes.”

Sam chokes out a wrecked moan, desperately gripping your biceps as you create a burning friction between you, weight bearing down on his hard dick. You’re riding him for all he’s worth and christ, he thinks he might just die. 

“So soft for me, right? Even when I’m being mean...”

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, your sweet tongue in his mouth maybe, but Sam has never been so utterly helpless. He doesn’t rightly know what to do with you, if there even is anything he can do. 

One particular roll of your hips has him quivering beneath you, reaching up to bring you down to his lips in a searing kiss. The grind has him seeing stars, crushing your shoulders in his hands as he fights back the rumbling burn in the base of his torso. Sam curses and you tut him, biting into his shoulder with a teasing smile, humming in appreciation as he stuffs his hands into the back pocket of your jeans and urges you on faster. 

Forward and back, a familiar rocking motion that he’s watched intently anytime the two of you ride out together, Sam’s a moaning mess. You drag your hot crotch against his again and again, he can hardly do anything but pant into your mouth as it presses little affectionate kisses.

“Please...” he begs.

You smile down at him, running your hands under his chin and pinching softly. He loves that smile, real soft and teasing, and just for him. Does whatever he can to draw that smile out. 

And then it’s a full out gallop, fast and hard down on his throbbing jean-covered cock and it’s too late before Sam realizes what’s about to happen. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he struggles to stop you, hands futile in their attempts to halt your hips. You don’t stop and the knowing glint in your eyes tells him you know exactly what it is you’re doing. It’s building, burning in his gut, thick thighs tensed, chasing after it in acquiescence. 

Sam comes with a shout, painting the crotch of his jeans dark and wet with cum. He lays an arm over his eyes, practically hyperventilating as you ease him down with a few slow rolls over him. 

“I-” Sam doesn’t know what to say. Is there anything to say? He’s embarrassed and in awe of himself, of you. “I promise that’s never happened before.”

“You’re somethin’ Sam Wilson,” there’s a laugh in your voice, but Sam doesn’t feel like it’s at him and what he views as his failings. You pat his still heaving chest with a satisfied smile, the thumb of your other hand tapping lightly over his plump bottom lip. 

Sam grins, relieved that you’re still you. Understanding where it counts and a real fucking ball buster. Literally. 

“Not that I don’t love a good roll in the hay as much as the next guy... but, let’s do dinner before next time?” He’s a bit shy in his asking, focused on where his thumb traces the skin you your thigh still splayed out over his. 

You smile and nod, biting your lip and Sam’s a goner if it wasn’t already abundantly clear, “Gotta make it up to me somehow.”

Sam groans and throws you off of him, dipping you into a pile of hay he’s glad you disappear in. 

-

[transtenzin]

idk who yun is but gimme the trans hcs for them hehe

jack ily... even though u aren’t in the fandom anymore go read or listen to the kyoshi novels (tagged as “links” on this blog) they are such good books 😭 fc yee’s writing is just.. chefs kiss

🤪 so anyways yun apologism.. rip to everyone else but i personally have a canon (yes that happens to be in my head but it’s also canon) where kyoshi enters the spirit world again to try and save yun after kicking jianzhu’s ass and they escape together 💖

yun is transmasc & uses they/them + any neopronouns. after they first came out though they were like “if you use anything other than he/him for me i will actually attack you.” but then they met rangi and kyoshi, who are also trans. 

rangi is a transfem nonbinary lesbian and uses she/he pronouns while kyoshi is a nonbinary trans girl who uses she/xe pronouns. yun was like... wow rangi you are none binery... that is so cool...... 😳

over time talking with kyoshi and rangi, yun started wanting to actually try out other pronouns because rangi seemed really happy with 2 sets and xe was like... maybe... maybe i will try to be one of those he/theys yeah? and yun got really happy with people using they/them pronouns for them, so they made it like... the Main Pronoun Set (TM) with he/him as a background for a while. later kyoshi also starts trying out xe/xem on top of she/her too and yun is like..... i’ll have what she’s having and uses they/xe/he pronouns. 

they are super happy with that too & pretty soon just drop the he/him pronouns altogether because they just don’t have the same ring anymore. at this point yun is like fuck it.... any neopronouns, get creative babes 😌 (but still use they/them as the Main Pronoun Set) 

honestly having rangi and kyoshi to talk to made them realize a lot about their own gender and it’s really nice having them as bffs 😭😭 idk i just get so emotional thinking about the rangi kyoshi yun friendship 

[val-aquenta]

Thank you @jedimasterbailey! I love doing tag game things ahah! Wasn’t sure if I could reblog or not, but here we are. 

Name on ao3: val_aquenta

Fandoms: Mainly just Star Wars (prequels era in particular) but I am interested in marvel and lotr. I’m just a little more focused on Star Wars right now.

Two-Shot: I... am not exactly sure what this means, but I’ll hazard a guess. I don’t think I have a two-shot, but I do have a one-shot spread over three chapters called Breathing in Tight Spaces. idk if it fits.

Most Popular Multi Chapter: The only multi-chapter fics I’ve done are prompt things for appreciation weeks and whatnot, but I am working on a time travel fic, so hopefully that will start coming up soon. I still need to flesh out the story.

Actual Worst Part of Writing: imo sometimes the planning of a piece. I don’t like planning them and what tends to happen is I sit there and write something and if I don’t like it later, I go back and change it. One of the problems with the longer fics I have is trying to plan a food.

How You Choose Your Titles: I don’t even know. They just come to me. Nah they’re usually just descriptive short sentences. Idk that’s just it?

Outline: Heh... now not really. I usually have a vague outline for a chapter and then explore it until I’m done.

Ideas I Probably Won’t Get Around To But Wouldn’t it be Nice: hmm I’ve got this idea of a female Obi-Wan time travel/being reborn fic which I loved the idea, but I was just going to end up merging a lot of the plot points with my other time travel au. Other than that I had this idea of squashing a bunch of different characters to have them grow up together, but yeah I gave it up because idk, I couldn’t seem to write it. 

Callouts @ me: Keep planning your fics :| lmao I really should tho...

Best Writing Traits: Idk. I guess maybe my description of places/feelings. I think someone once commetned that they ofund my writing elegant which made me so so happy, but yeah. I guess that’s it?

Spicy Tangential Opinion: I wish italics would translate from writing format I use to tumblr because I don’t think it does and it’s a tad annoying for me. Other than that, please tag your works even if its a canon established relationship or smth because the amount of fics I’ve walked into taht turned out to be obitine which isn’t my cup of tea is a little much. This is more on tumblr than on ao3 tho.

YEE I love thes sm. If anyone want to hop one, please do. Tagging: @calltomuster​ @redminibike1​ @aamyntas​ @sirikenobi12

[spirits-n-suchh]

Tagged by @aghostagator Thank you! I love these games!

1.What do you prefer to be called name-wise? 

Luna is just fine :)

 2.When’s your birthday?

March 25th

 3.Where do you live? 

I’ll give you a hint: Yee-Haw

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Watching Fruits Basket, working on art, and this lol

5.  Four fandoms that have piqued your interest? 

JSHK, BNHA, MP100, Pokemon

6. How has the pandemic been treating you? 

There’ s been a lot of ups and downs, but we are fortunate enough that my BF has a good job and can keep us afloat throughout it so far.

 7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

I’ve been listening to a lot of Britney Spears and Rihanna kjhdfkjs

8. How old are you? 

24

 9.  School, university, occupation, other?

I used to go to my local community college but I had to drop out for my mental health. And i’ m currently unemployed due to my injury, but I get by :)

10.  Do you prefer heat or cold? 

COLD. My body seems to run pretty hot. I HATE heat.

 11. Name one fact others may not know about you

It’s hard to say without getting too personal lol.

12.  Are you shy?

Most of the time yes. But once I get to know you better I don’t shut up 

 13. Pronouns? 

She/her

 14. Biggest pet peeve? 

Narrow-mindedness. When people refuse to see any other point of view other than their own, and that their opinion is right and everyone is wrong. I hate that.

 15.  What’s your favorite dere type?

Yandere ;)

 16.  Rate your life from 1-10. 

A solid 5. Not too bad, but could be better, ya know?

 17. What’s your main blogs?

 This one!

 18. List your side blogs and what they're used for. 

@honourable-no7 used for RP/Asks 

 19. Is there something people need to know before becoming friends with you? 

I am shy and sometimes freeze up? Idk how to explain it. I guess its just anxiety, and i’m always afraid people will take that the wrong way, or think i’m ignoring them. I’ve been called ‘stuck up’ in the past because of how quiet I tend to be. But that’s not the case at all! I’m also afraid of being annoying and I need to be assured that i’m not sometimes lmao

Tagging: not sure who hasn’t been tagged, but if you feel left out and wanna play too, by all means, DO IT!

[buddietomytarlos]

9-1-1 Lone Star S2 Ep 8 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts under the cut to keep them from clogging up the tag :) I’m late but I’ve been slacking on all my shows idk why I just lost the will to watch live lmao anyways even though no one cares here’s my thoughts!

- TK got his chip 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 awwhhhh

- Such an amazing diverse room it’s so great to see. Many other shows could never

- Oh right I forgot they didn’t actually get back together oof them not telling TK is so bad especially now that he told everyone that they got back together…. and when he finds out it’s going to hurt probably worse than if they told him straight away

- Oh hiya Carlos! I swear if anything happens to him...

- Wouldn’t the best course of action be to tail him. If he’s right, you find the real bad guys, if not, you’re already tailing him.

- “lets just hope this doesn’t blow up in your face” THAT BETTER NOT BE A FUCKIN FORESHADOW

- Poor TK :(

- IS CARLOS BEING INTERROGATED?? WHY???

- Why would a terrified guy about to blow up bother with specifics…

- The car could have been the bad guys’……..

- We all know that Carlos will be proven right by the end. Also it’s weird that TK gets suspended for that but when a cop murders innocent people in the street they get a slap on the wrist… mmhm.

- “There should be a heart behind that shield.” PERIODT OWEN

- Since I like to read the ep descriptions before I watch an ep, how does this tie into the robbery 👀👀

- So if Carlos was right, why is he still being investigated

- Smart though calling in a fake pregnancy but do they realize that if they don’t respond, people will come looking right lmao

- HOW DID THAT GUY NOT LOOK AT THEM? Or am I just a nosy ass

- YEES TKKKKK MY FUCKING KINGGG LEAVING HIS CHIP AS A BREADCRUMB

- do not threaten her kids I’ll end you 🤬🤬

- Three bad guys for three badass paramedics mmhm

- Aww Carlos setting up that dinner :(((( parallel to the first ep when they first met aadhsjkfahsadfk ahhhhhhhhhh byeeee

- TK SNEAKING OFF BRRUH NO HE WAS CAUGHT 💔💔💔

- AHHH YAY THEY’RE GONNA CONNECT THE DOTS. Also, Grace!! ❤️❤️❤️

- “You’re brave.” “I’m angry."

- “Do you know where you are?” “Carlos’s place?” 🥺🥺🥺

- Why do people always go after the paramedics like ALL they do is help people

- WELL SHIT

- Carlos is gonna find his chip yesssss

- “Brown panel van.” AHHHH AND CARLOS REALIZING WHERE THEY’D BE YASSSS

- “What do you wanna do?” “Trust my gut.” YEAH BITCHHHHHHEESSSS

- CAPT. VEGA MAKING SURE HE DOSEN’T TAKE HER TEAM WHAT A G. AND THEM TAKING THEM DOWN YESSS THIS PLOT IS SO FUCKING GOOD

- Carlos embracing TK BYE

- “So, you gonna ride with your boyfriend?” “You knew?” I mean it was pretty obvious since TK didn’t know your parents weren’t aware you were dating and almost blew it for you

- “Did he just compare us to two homicidal maniacs?”

- OH NO RAINY ROAD AT NIGHT IN A TVV SHOW WITH A FAVORITE COUPLE NO NO NO THEY’RE GGONNA GET IN A CRASH

- IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO JUDD OR GRACE I’M SUING AND USING THE MONEY FOR THERAPY