#im shocked i fit all those tags in

[endlesslytired]

shout out to the time Thelema made window's firewall freak out

and have HI3 text post edits for it lmao

an explanation for the thelque here and what I found out

so like I was complaining to my gf about the lack of HI32 (I shorten part 2 to that and occasionally call it hi thirty two in my head) stuff on Tumblr and I was curious if twitter had anything.

OKAY THEN HOYO.

I only searched Songque's name as well.

like I got vibes from it and did point it out once when I completed the story and was ranting about it. but like. if they insist then I'm in for this crazy toxic yuri.

I don't use twitter often at all but ayo maybe if I'm struggling on something again I'll get another insane drop of knowledge.

[https-milo]

DATING SHOTA AIZAWA INSTAGRAM!

details!

Instagram posts w/ comments while dating Shota Aizawa!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

main m. list / instagram m. list

sleepy.y/n · 15w

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liked by r.ratedMidnight, presentmicrophone, eraserhead

sleepy.y/n GUESS WHOS BACKKKKKKK!! who missed me! :P Also!! To my fans! I am not quitting being a hero, I'm just... moving my skills elsewhere so to speak ;)

presentmicrophone WHERE ARE YOU??? WHY WASN'T I TOLD?? I'VE MISSED YOU! sleepy.y/n presentmicrophone I'VE MISSED YOU TOO!! I HAVE A SURPRISEEEEE

eraserhead go back. sleepy.y/n eraserhead awww i've missed you too <333

izuku.mido AHHH OMG YOU'RE BACK IN JAPAN?? OH MY GOSH sleepy.y/n izuku.mido AND IM HERE TO STAY THIS TIME!!

random.no1 cant believe the sleeper hero is back! This is so exciting! sleepy.y/n random.no1 im excited to be back!!

sleepy.y/n · 14w

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liked by r.ratedMidnight, presentmicrophone, eraserhead, izuku.mido

sleepy.y/n rate the fit for my first day of school!

eraserhead you're 30, you don't go to school. sleepy.y/n eraserhead :) eraserhead sleepy.y/n no. you're joking. sleepy.y/n eraserhead introducinggggg class 1-A's assistant teacher :D

izuku.mido GAH! I'M SO EXCITED! sleepy.y/n izuku.mido I CANT WAIT TO LEARN YOURS AND YOUR CLASSMATES QUIRKS!!

eraserhead · 10w

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liked by izuku.mido, sleepy.y/n, ochaaaa, k.bakugo

eraserhead everyone got 100%? who's been giving out answer keys.

izuku.mido i don't think any of us would have the need to cheat 😅 Y/n-sensei has been giving us study guides and extra help when we need it!

sleepy.y/n don't worry, shota!! None of our students are cheating B) I've been helping them study and giving them extra assignments while you're sleeping! (Don't worry, I grade those myself) eraserhead sleepy.y/n k.

iida.tenya I will admit, tests and quizzes have been a lot easier now that L/N-Sensei is around. Still, I'm shocked we all got 100%.

ochaaaa am i insane or do Aizawa-sensei and Y/N-sensei have some... chemistry izuku.mido ochaaaa if the chemistry is bickering constantly then sure invisi.girl izuku.mido No but you can totally tell they don't mean it!! I ship it!!

sleepy.y/n · 8w

17.8k likes liked by eraserhead, r.ratedMidnight, presentmicrophone, izuku.mido, invisi.girl

sleepy.y/n even late at night, im only one call away <3

r.ratedMidnight OOOOO i know who that isssss!!

presentmicrophone ;) invisi.girl presentmicrophone OK THESE TWO WERE NOT ON MY BINGO CARD. PRESENT MIC AND Y/N-SENSEI??? presentmicrophone invisi.girl NO IN THE SENSE OF I KNOW WHO THAT IS. 📣THAT IS NOT ME📣

eraserhead what fool would call you? sleepy.y/n eraserhead a fool who needs me to put him to sleep ^^

eraserhead · 2w

1,201 likes liked by sleepy.y/n, izuku.mido, k.bakugo, invisi.girl, ochaaaa

eraserhead I fall asleep in her arms and wonder if it's just because of her quirk or not

tagged: sleepy.y/n

sleepy.y/n AWWW i love you so much Sho <3 eraserhead sleepy.y/n I love you too, idiot

invisi.girl YESSSS I CALLED IT

pinka.mina dare i say it.... cellophane pinka.mina ill say it for you: mama y papa

ochaaaa awwww you two are so cute! saw it from the start

presentmicrophone not even shockedddd you were obsessed with her in school ;) r.ratedMidnight presentmicrophone ikr! "Where's Y/n?" "Is Y/n gonna be there?"

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[elizabethemerald]

Don't Sneak up on People with Swords

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 made a prompt about Danny sneaking up on Jason Todd and @sky00asara made a comment in the tags about what would happen if Danny did that to Talia. So here is my version of that! Enjoy.

Talia al Ghul watched her beloved from afar. He was out, again patrolling his city for those he considered wrong doers. Her son was by his side. She scowled at how Damian’s fighting style had changed, softened in the company of her beloved. Despite her love for the man under the cowl, he had a tremendous ability to take even the most ruthless of killers and change them to spare the undeserving. He had even tried it with her. 

She was hidden on the roof of an abandoned tower nearby. The tower had succumbed to fire and was now condemned until the city got around to destroying it properly. For now it made the perfect place for her to observe her beloved and her son work undisturbed. 

“Excuse me?” 

Talia whirled, drawing her blade as she spun. Her blade moved fast enough to almost cut the air itself yet the small shape ducked under her stroke and back-pedaled quickly to move out her range. 

“Jeez! Why is everyone in this city so jumpy!” 

The voice more than anything made her realize that the person who had somehow snuck close enough was an actual child. Their black hair and blue eyes made her wonder if this was another of her beloved’s adoptees. Except surely this boy was too young to catch Bruce’s eye? 

“Well maybe you should not sneak up on people?” Talia hissed, her voice soft yet stern. To say nothing of how a child who couldn’t be older than five had snuck up on her at all. 

“Well maybe you shouldn’t brood on the roof of my home!” The child snarked back, just like one of the Bat’s brood would, completely unafraid of the blade still in her hand. Talia raised an eyebrow at him then looked around at the burnt skeleton of the building they were standing on. 

“This building is not fit for human occupation.”

“Neither was the last place I lived.” He said dismissively. “This place hasn’t even killed me yet, so it’s practically a paradise.” 

She was tempted to take the child’s words as sarcasm, yet something in the way he spoke made her think he meant it more truthfully. 

“You’ve died before?” Talia asked. She relaxed her hold on her blade, allowing it to rest at her side. 

“Oh yeah, I die all the time.” He said, then he looked at her curiously tilting his head first one way, then another. “You’ve died too, huh?” 

She nodded, now examining him closely, looking for the signs she would recognize. She could see the hint of a scar on the boy’s palm that might have caused a death. 

“What is it with this town that so many people have died and come back?” The boy asked, apparently rhetorically as he didn’t let her answer. “First the stabby Robin, then the stabby Batgirl, then Batman, and even Red Hood. It’s like everyone I run into is contaminated.” 

Talia’s eyes widened. 

“You can sense those who have utilized the Lazarus Pits?” She would have to inform her father about this child. He could put the entire League of Assassins at risk. The child before her just shrugged. 

“I have no idea what that is. Red Hood mentioned some kind of pit as well, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I just know y’all are contaminated with ectoplasm, though not enough to make a core.” 

“What is this… ectoplasm?” Another name for the Lazarus Waters? Had there perhaps been a Pit outside of League control? In the midwest somewhere based on the boy’s accent. 

“Oh it’s this stuff.” He held his hand out and Talia couldn’t help keep her expression of shock withdrawn despite all her training as his hand filled with the glowing green light of the Pits. He held the Pit Water in his hand then tossed the glowing orb to his other hand in a half juggle as if he weren’t carrying the League's greatest secret and weapon. 

Nevermind telling her father about this child, he could never learn of him. If Ras had the power this child had under his control the world would never survive. There was only one option. She needed to train this child to wield this strength. With the stealth he displayed in sneaking up on her and his power over the Pits themselves he could make an assassin like the world had never seen. He could be the next Head of the Demon under her guidance. She knelt down to the boy’s level, slipping her sword back away as she did so. 

“Tell me, young one. Are you living in this death trap of a building all by yourself?” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. I know I’m little, but that just means people are less likely to notice me. I’m able to steal all the food I need from that big box store down the street.” 

“Oh of that I have no doubt. My name is Talia al Ghul. What’s yours?” 

“Hmm. I’m Danny.” The boy seemed hesitant to trust her, which to be perfectly honest was probably a very smart thing to do, but at least she had a name for this gift of Lazarus. 

“Danny, how would you like to come live with me? You won’t have to steal any more, or worry about food ever again, and I could train you how to fight even better than the Bats.” 

He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her over closely. 

“Would I get a sword?” 

“If a sword is what you want, then once you were trained in its use I would acquire one for you.”

Danny looked like he was about to nod, but then he froze, his head tilting to the side as if he was listening to something. His eyes widened and Talia tensed. 

“Uh-oh. Fruit Loop incoming. I gotta go.” 

Talia half turned as she heard the sound of one of her beloved’s grappling lines catching on the building’s edge. By the time she had turned back to face him, Danny had completely vanished. She hadn’t even heard him leave. She stood and scowled as her beloved landed on the rooftop next to her. 

“Talia.” He grunted at her, glaring all the while. 

“Beloved. Must you ruin every nice thing in my life?” Talia snarled back. The boy, Danny, had the gift of Lazarus at his beck and call and Batman had scared him off. 

Bruce looked momentarily stunned at her fury, but quickly hid it behind his mask. However Talia couldn’t care less about her beloved right now. She just needed to lose him so she could return to find the boy. The boy who would change the world with his power. 

[actiniumwrites]

knots

synopsis: lyney has been head over heels in love with you since the two of you were only ten years old. the only problem? you're friends with lynette and not him. so he spends the next 8-9 years pining over you with seemingly unrequited feelings

characters: lyney x gn!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: angst to fluff, misunderstandings, happy ending, best friend's brother trope, an insane amount of obliviousness and pining, idiots to lovers pretty much, the ending is kinda rushed

disclaimer: i know character ages in genshin are a rather controversial topic of discourse within the community. i personally think of lyney and lynette to be around 18-19 years old and i do mention age in this fic as it follows a bit of a timeline. if this somehow bothers you, please just don't read or try to start an argument over it in my comments

notes: THIS IS SO CUTE IM SOBBING 🤧 i did throw in a lot of angst though i'm so sorry but i saw the opportunity and took it. the end is fluffy (and kind of rushed sorry) though‼️ the title is also inspired by lacy by olivia rodrigo as i think it's very fitting for this fic. thank you for the request! (this is my third time posting this cause the first time it didn't show up in the tags)

Lyney was jealous as a kid. It was hard not for him to be when him and Lynette were first introduced to you and you had barely even acknowledged him. He was only ten at the time, but he was so excited to make new friends outside of the House of the Hearth that he was stunned when you had only really talked to Lynette. You had only ever offered him a small wave and a smile to go along with it before running off with Lynette.

It wasn’t fair in his eyes. He was the one more interested in you anyway, not her. She had merely tagged along because he forced her too. Now here she was stealing his potential friends.

You’d clicked instantly with her. Both of you were more on the quiet and shy side, contrasting Lyney’s sunny and outgoing personality. You both liked the same foods, the same clothing, the same everything. Lyney wanted to share those with you too, but it was hard when his tastes differed from yours and you didn’t seem to pay much interest in him anyway.

And growing up, he’d always been around. You’d hang out with all of them, don’t get it twisted. It wasn’t like you’d ever told him he couldn’t spend time with you guys. In fact, you often spent a lot of time together. You were sweet. You loved helping them with their magic tricks, even though they normally failed since you were all thirteen by the time they really began taking it seriously. You’d pretend to be shocked when they guessed your card, despite knowing exactly how the trick worked. You’d be on standby when they performed more dangerous tricks. Hell, you were even an assistant for them nearly eighty-percent of the time.

Lyney was grateful for it all, but he still couldn’t shake the ever growing crush on you he’d developed three years ago when you first met. He wanted you to be closer with him more than his sister. It was selfish, he was well aware of that, but he was the one with a crush. Not Lynette.

Lyney was the one to pick you up and put a bandaid on your knees when you fell at the playground. Lyney was the one to always share his snacks with you, even when you usually said no. Lyney was the one to always sit next to you when you were feeling a little down and let his knee rest quietly against yours, hoping you wouldn’t pull yours away. Lyney was the one who was in love with you by the time you all turned 18.

When the fateful performance happened and they were revealed to be Fatui to the general public, he was sure you’d leave them for good. You had obviously known they were Fatui, but you didn’t know of the extent to which they acted, the crimes they had committed. In your eyes, they were only in training, because that was all they had told you. As close as you were to them, they could never let you know the full details. It was against the rules.

Lyney was so sure you’d up and leave that it was the second time he had ever truly felt anxiety in his life — his sister being taken was the first, but here you were making him feel that horrible pounding in his chest all over again. He was so sure that the ache in his chest would have to make room for more than just jealousy, but grief among heartbreak. That you’d look at them in fear and never speak to them ever again. That he’d never get to profess his love to you.

You proved him wrong, and rather unexpectedly so. You’d shown up to every second of their trial and helped the traveler out as best you could to exonerate them. You’d stuck by their side through it all and made sure they were alright. He was so surprised you almost made him cry.

When they were freed from it all and the crisis was solved, you’d only hugged Lynette and Freminet. That was the part that stung the most. But at this age, Lyney was too nervous around you. How could he not be? You were so pretty and sweet and kind that he didn’t know what to do, especially when he was confused as to where he stood with you. You were all of those things and more with everyone. Everyone but him.

So he pulls away.

He doesn’t want to. God, he’s so in love with you he doesn’t want to ever spend a second away from you, but you never reciprocate any of it. So perhaps, he decides one day, it’d be best to just move on and focus on other things. Lynette could have you to herself and he’d find someone else, no matter how much he wanted you the most.

And you hate it, because well, you’re confused. Which sounds unfair, and in some ways it is, but Lyney was a special light in your life that you couldn’t get too close to. Not because you didn’t want to. No. Of course not. He didn’t realize that you were too scared to. You were so different that you shied away from him, despite feeling all the same toward him. He was like the sun and if you got too close to him, you were scared he’d burn you.

Lynette pushed you toward him regularly. You never seemed to escape her late night gossip sessions where she told you all about how her brother was practically drooling over how good you looked or how sweet you were. You found it endearing while she found it disgusting. Despite it all, though, you had confided in her about your crush on him as well, but how terrified you were to try to actually approach him. She almost slapped you right then and there.

Lynette thinks you’re both stupid. And she’s right. Because now you’re both stuck in a huge misunderstanding. Lyney thinks you hate him and you think he hates you. Could anyone really blame her for being so annoyed?

“You need to talk to him,” she finally breaks one day, about to pass out in her chair from her social energy running out just from hearing about the entire situation nonstop for the past week. You stare at her mortified as she gives you an unimpressed stare.

You nearly choke on the drink you were sipping on just a moment ago, catching a few passerby’s attention as you do, “Why do I have to be the one to say something?! He’s the one that started avoiding me!”

“Are you dense?”

“No?”

She stares at you for a long minute and sighs.

“You’re both idiots. He likes you. You like him. You were too shy to say anything and now he’s decided to move on,” she explains, unimpressed. Did you really not see it after all these years?

“Move on? What?” you place your hands on the table in front of you, panic swimming in your eyes. It all hits you so fast you feel your heart practically about to burst out of your chest.

“I have to go, sorry!” you jump out of your chair, yelling a string of apologies from behind you as you run from the cafe.

It takes you an hour to find him after your conversation with Lynette ends abruptly. Freminet was nice enough to let you know Lyney had gone down to the outskirts of the main city to work on some magic tools by the beach. It was just an excuse to get away. All three of you knew it, but Lyney wasn’t the type to say how he truly feels in fear of being a bad leader.

You wished he had said something sooner. Though perhaps you should’ve been the one to take notice long ago that his advances were more than just friendly.

You suddenly feel regret build up in your stomach at the way you treated him all these years. You were so afraid of your feelings you sabotaged yourself in the process and unknowingly hurt him too.

You find him sitting in the sand, legs crossed as he quietly fiddles with a few parts for some magic props.

“Mind if I sit?” you practically whisper from beside him. Lyney doesn’t even look at you. It’s cold and and unlike him and must be exactly how you looked all these years. He nods anyway.

You watch the waves crash in front of you. Over and over again as they grow closer with the deepening hours of the night. The stars reflect gently upon each and every one of them yet you can’t get yourself to focus on them.

You fidget with a small flower in your hands. It was tucked away gently in your pocket, the petals sticking out to prevent it from getting crushed. It’s a vibrant pink and even with its petals closed for the night, it still looks beautiful in your hand. It reminds you of all the times Lyney had dropped the very same ones at your doorstep or somehow tucked away on a piece of your clothing without you noticing. You hadn’t bothered to look into the meaning back then. You never knew rainbow roses were a declaration of love.

Lyney still sits quietly next to you, now messing with the hat he had taken off when you arrived. His lavender eyes avoid yours, but you don’t hesitate to drop the flower gently into his hands.

“I never knew the meaning of these,” you turn to him and say softly. Your eyes match your voice and he knows you’re telling the truth, even if he doesn’t want to believe it. When he doesn’t move to touch it, nor get rid of it, you speak again, “It’s uh…it’s for you. I picked it on the way here. I thought you’d maybe like it.”

He finally picks it up and turns toward you, a mixture of emotions pooling in his eyes. You see the anger, the fear, the pain, and the love all at once. You wish you had seen it all sooner.

“Why are you giving this to me?” Lyney asks quietly. It comes off a little colder than he’d like, you see it in the way he winces after. You only stare at him with a sad, but hopeful look in your eyes. You couldn’t take back the past, but perhaps you could change the future.

Quietly, you take it from him and tuck it above his ear. He’d done the same to you one time, only it was part of a show and you thought it was just for the act. Oh how oblivious you were back then. “You know what it means to give someone one of these. Lyney, I…I never meant to push you away all these years. I was just scared because I liked you, and Lynette was easier to get closer to than face my feelings for you. Even if we were just ten years old. It was immature and for that, I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet for a moment before his face brightens a bit, “Do you really mean it? You’ve really liked me all these years? Or are you just saying all this to make me feel better?”

You nod, confirming your words and he breaks out into laughter. A sound you’ve dearly missed. Sadness doesn’t suit Lyney.

“Can I…?” He says scooting closer to you, eyes glancing in between yours before falling to your lips. You nod, a small laugh escaping you as you lean in to meet him half way.

Lyney’s lips are soft against yours as he kisses you eagerly. You reciprocate the feeling, matching his pace until you both pull apart out of breath. You laugh nervously standing up and extending a hand, “Wanna go home?”

Lyney jumps up, his hand in yours and nods. He interlaces his fingers with yours tightly, not letting you go after all these missed out years.

When you return to the House of the Hearth, Lyney turns and places one last kiss to your lips. It’s short and sweet and lets you know that he’ll definitely be seeing you tomorrow. You turn and walk away after, wishing him a goodnight as you do. But before you can walk away completely and turns and shouts, “7 PM tomorrow at the Hotel Debourd! I’ll pick you up!”

Lynette appears behind him suddenly, rolling her eyes and waving to you before shutting the door on her twin, “You’re hopeless, brother.”

[mimisplayground]

Playing Mean Games(๑>◡<๑)

the part two will have some quip to end this title probably maybe idk im not consistent enuff to make promises

Tags: Bondage(U tie Toji up), Oral Sex, Teasing (Toji receiving), Riding, Blindfolds, He says hes mad but he loves it and you love it, Open ending for a pt. 2 :3

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This was risky. This was sooo risky. And the murderous glare from Toji was making it much harder to hold your ground right now. The blindfold held in your hands suddenly felt like a 20 lbs weight. Still you found yourself shuffling towards Toji.

You had managed to bind the mans hands to the headboard, watching as he snarled. “Sweetie, if you untie me now I promise I’ll be nice and sweet to ya.” With a fake grin on his face after he said it. You didn’t believe him for even a second. You swiftly tie the blindfold onto him, only slightly rethinking when you heard the string of swears coming from him.

You guys had a safeword, if he wanted out he would say it. And you knew not to worry, that this would be fun. It was also new territory though, so you were a bit nervous as your fingers trace down his bare torso, feeling his abs and blushing a bit. You never really see those abs up close, at least not without being way too fucked out to actually acknowledge their existence. So you take your time tracing, watching his stomach clench a bit from the light touch.

You move on quick enough though, leaving kisses on his lips that leave him grumbling in a faux anger, even as he kisses you back. You can’t stop yourself from giggling slightly at that. Watching his brows furrow as you giggled.

You move down, kissing down his stomach and to the waist line of his boxers, looking up at him shyly as you pull the clothing down and leave a small kiss on the tip of his dick, watching him jolt and laughing before taking him into your mouth.

You’re going up and down, and your hands are more than accommodating for the length you can’t fit. You find yourself falling into a rhythm.

And Toji loves it. He’s bucking up as best he can, groaning and grunting harshly and tugging at his restraints. He could’ve broken through too, if not for the fact that he enjoys watching you have your fun. By god, you were giving him some of the best head of his life too. But he supposed you felt cruel today.

Cruel because the minute his hips had that familiar twitching to them, that knot in his stomach getting impossibly tight and ready to burst, you had pulled away.

Pulled away and smiled up at him in a faux innocent look. Not like he could see it, but you had a feeling he knew. You climb up his body, kissing at his face and neck and lining him up with your entrance. You sink down slowly, listening to him groan and trying to hold your composure at the stretch.

You moan softly when you finally get him bottomed out inside of you, staying impossibly still. And when you felt Toji thrust up you gave him a light slap on the shoulder.

He stills, and he lets you find your own rhythm and bounce, his body practically shaking in anticipation. He feels you bounce down particularly hard and thrusts his hips up just enough to feel a jolt of pleasure shock you.

Your pace is quick, but never the right amount of rough and fast mixed with slow and sensual that Toji manages when he’s in control. But it’s satisfying enough to you when you feel yourself burst on top of him, falling on his chest and gripping his shoulders tightly.

And for a moment you don’t process why it would be odd for you to feel his arms wrap around you as well, melting into his embrace.

“You get it all out of your system, sweetheart?” He gruffs out, and only then does the embrace register. His arms shouldn’t be free, and the hug is starting to feel more like him keeping you in place.

You glance up at him, the blindfold having been tugged up to his forehead. You grin sheepishly, and gasp when you feel a thrust upwards.

“My turn.”

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GUYS ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!’

ermmmm anyways interact for a part 2 where he literally demolishes you :3 AND REQUESTS AND ASKS ARE OPEN, PLS SEND SOME GUYS IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!

[fashion-runways]

Your tag on one of the Moschino posts made think, who exactly IS buying those particularly outlandish clothes? Like you don’t often see their most over the top stuff on a red carpet, or at after parties/events, and that’s understandable given how difficult they would be to pull off. But someone MUST be buying them right, in order for the company to keep making a profit? Do rich people just….buy those outfits and keep them in a closet? Are they sold to charities or museums for display? I understand if you don’t know or don’t feel like answering, or if nobody really knows, just kinda curious.

well, it depends! the craziest or most detailed looks obviously aren't mass-produced or anything, more times than not there's probably only very few (maybe even one? not 100% sure) of each look, i guess it all depends on the designer but it's not like they have 500 of the same dress at hand for anyone to come get. if someone wants it for a red carpet, the designer will either fit it to the celebrity or maybe even make it all over again from scratch depending on the measurements the garment has vs the celebrity, and probably depending on a bunch of other variables that i can't even imagine. i assume level of fame, if they're lending it vs buying it, what event is being used for, maybe if the brand already has a relationship with the stylist or the celebrity. who knows.

a lot of the quirky crazy ridiculous looks are mostly made for editorial rather than events, too. so a celebrity will use it on a magazine, or an album cover, or an ad campaign. there's fashion historians and fashion collectors who will buy clothes for archiving purposes, there is museums and stuff like the met or other exhibitions that move around the world.

sometimes designers also, at least i remember learning this in fashion school, sometimes present a collection that isn't meant to be sold or worn at all? it's more like... a concept, so it's a little crazy and kooky and over the top, and then the clothes they actually sell are like toned down versions of that. im sure if someone asked to buy the crazy dress they might sell it too, but it's usually not like the point when making them.

or sometimes the way the clothes are presented and what the clothes actually are worn are two different things too. i remember a designer from here presented a collection where the models were wearing jeans as like, a top/vest kind of thing, they were held together with a belt iirc? i don't know, it was a while ago, and it was meant to catch the eye, it was shock value to make you actually look and try to figure out what was going on and really look at the clothes, but you're not supposed to buy the jeans and wear them like that, they're literally just jeans wear them as jeans lmao or like sometimes thom browne has a crazy outfit with a jacket and a vest and a button up and a skirt and pants and platform shoes and socks over the pants and another coat on top and it's insane, but you can just... buy the vest. and wear the vest alone, and that's a perfectly normal piece of clothing you can wear anywhere. or just the pants and the jacket. etc.

anyway all that to say that... i don't know but also i kind of know maybe? i don't know what each brand/designer does individually, i have no idea if moschino sells the burger skirt or if they only made one for that shoot and called it a day, but i know there are a bunch of different ways the crazy clothes can still exist out there i guess. and god knows where they are, maybe some people who work in the industry know and i don't because i live in the middle of fuck nowhere and i'm poor lmao but they might be somewhere.

[tommykinardismyautisticbbg]

Okay im back new BT fic idea!!

TW: MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDERS AND SELF HARM READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Tags: Hurt/comfort, jee and her uncle Tommy.

Title: A Teddy Bear and his tape.

Tommy and Evan both know that love can’t cure mental illness despite how hard Evan may try to help sometimes you need professional help. Tommy struggles with depressive episodes and when they get really bad he tends to self-harm but his biggest struggle of all is food he struggles with anorexia and has since he was young due to being bullied for being fat and when those episodes happen his struggles get worse at first Evan thought that Tommy was a picky eater but after a long talk Tommy tells him the truth and Evan makes it his mission to help Tommy overcome all of it. The 118 and Tommy had all coordinated to have a night at Tommys place because of his nice backyard but when they arrive and Tommy doesn’t answer the door they start to worry finally, Evan pulls out the spare key from under the fake plant in front of Tommy’s door he opens the door expecting to find maybe a sick Tommy who didn’t want to go to work that day or sleeping on the couch after an exhausting shift. They don’t expect to find Tommy on the floor overdosing on pain pills with his wrist slit and the floor bloody after the shock fades away they all burst through the door running immediately goes straight to Tommy trying to get him to respond to him. He doesn’t get a response call 911. Tommy is taking away in an ambulance with Evan, holding his hand, the whole ride to the hospital, the 118 in the respective cars following them. after what felt like hours and they’re waiting room they’re allowed to go see him. Evan takes the charge leading them into the room. He almost burst into tears at the site of Tommy looking so frail and small in the hospital bed, drowning in the hospital gown with his arms covered in wraps to prevent him from making them worse a tube down his throat. He doesn’t wake up for a couple days when he does he won’t look at anyone or speak to anyone. He just faces the wall after trying to get him to speak, Evan finally just lays down next to him, taking his hand under Tommy’s head and facing him towards him, Tommy head on his chest. Tommys sobs echoing out the room as he apologizes over and over saying that he didn’t mean it and he’s sorry, Evan holding him while shushing him telling Tommy its okay and hes here. After a while in the hospital with Tommy now conscious and a-lot of hesitation he agrees to have a NJ tube inserted, the process is uncomfortable but it helps him. After a long time of much needed space from their friends and family he decided to go with Evan to the family barbecue at Bathena’s new rebuilt home, everyone welcomes him excited to see him looking better and feeling better, once the news travels that Tommy is there everyone packs into the living room to get a hug out of him when jee runs up to him screaming “UNCLE TOMMYY” while jumping into his arms about how much she missed him and maddie taps her shoulder saying “show uncle Tommy what you got him” jee runs away from a confused Tommy and brings him a gift bag and yells at him to open it, when he does he almost immediately starts crying as he found a build-a-bear in the bag dressed as a firefighter but its the little detail that makes the tears flow the bear he has a NJ too “Do u wike it?” “I love it jee come here” he hugs his niece with his bear in his arms when she asks if they can go play on the swings now he laughs but before he can say yes buck intervenes telling jee to help him do something really quick and they come back with a strip of tubie tape that matches the one Tommy is wearing to fit the bear. Jee says “you match!”

Every time jee and uncle Tommy hang out he makes sure to bring an extra strip of his tubie tape so she can help him make them match.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello there 🙋🏻‍♀️! I am a woman in desperate need of fresh Daemon fics, for his tags are running dry ♨️

Maybe something about her being insecure for being younger and inexperienced, him getting jealous of a guard's attention on her, a wedding night piece, I don't know, let your imagination run wild 🃏

Thanks in advance!

Why Do We Sleep Where We Want To Hide

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: He was the thorns around your heart, your lover, who made your heart bleed. They say love is blind because of those like you, who selflessly did anything for your selfish lover. Mayhap tis fitting love will be your doom.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, undertones of suicidal ideation, Sleeping Beauty AU, casually toxic!daemon, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: Cause im so bad at titles, i just used a line in an all time low song 'monster' (which i suggest you listen to) because besides the sleeping beauty-esque plotline, the song also inspired me. I hope you like it nyctophilic0vitnir <3 <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

"You're to be married?" I shuddered, breath hitching, lips trembling.

Daemon, who looked up at me as I shot up from my bed where we were sat on, does not even show me a glint of remorse, "it is not out of mine own want to be married to that bronze bitch."

"Then what of me?!," I shake my head, feeling hot tears streak my face, "what of us?!" I heave, "you do not even care about what-"

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?!" he cuts, raising his voice, "telling you of what will become of me!" he narrows his eyes, "does that not count for something?!"

I scoff, feeling my chest tighten as my fists do. I mutter softly, as if in disbelief, "you care only for yourself, Daemon."

Like a theatre play being acted out before my eyes, I recall all of my fondest memories with him. How we met as children and bonded over our joint agenda to steal desserts from the banquet table, how he unabashedly played with me and my dolls, though his brother made fun of him, how he would braid flowers into my hair, how he would return from his travels each time with a souvenir for me, how he held my hand, how he played with my locks, how he kissed me, how he made me moan out his name in ecstasy.

He was my Daemon, my beloved prince, not a hard, miscreant the court makes him out to be.

And yet in this moment, it was pinching me in the gut. The whispers and the warnings I gave no attentions to were all darkening my memories of him.

Perhaps in fact he had been lost to me for long, and I had only been fooling myself otherwise.

He stands before me, calling out my name.

I recoil when he reaches out to me. I mumble, "if it wasn't so, you'd fight for me."

"You want me to go against my brother?" he scoffs out a dry chuckle.

The sight of his incredulous face rips at my heart. My jaw slacks as my lips pull upward, "you've done so for less."

I shake my head where he clenches his jaw.

"Tell him about us," I urge, but mutter as though it was a horrible crime, our love, "tell him, then ask my father for my hand."

His nostrils flare. He turns away, "your father would never give you to me."

I growl, shoving him away, "and you don't even want to try!?"

Daemon looks at me, shocked by my sudden aggression.

I shove him again, harder, "you cannot even agree that you care for me! And now you scorn even the notion of asking for my hand."

He calls out my name. I all but give him time to poison me with his meaningless harks. My hand that meets his cheek is enough to silence him. I shove him away one last time before storming past him, "get out."

I head to my chamber doors as he calls out my name tightly.

He says, "I did not come here to argue."

"I do not understand why you came here at all," I snip, opening the door for him. I turn, feeling my throat tighten and my eyes water at the looks of him, "get out, Daemon."

He licks his lips in annoyance, shifting on his leg as he calls my name again. He places his hands on his hips, "your childish behavior is beginning to annoy me."

I laugh, motioning to the door, "then leave!"

He huffs, "you don't think I will?!"

"I WANT YOU TO!"

"THEN I'LL FUCKING LEAVE, CUNT!"

And so he did. He stormed out and ripped the door from my grip, banging it closed on his way out.

There was an inexplicable relief when he left, relief that I got my point across, that I did not allow myself to be folly under his duress. But of course, there was a bitter tinge at the center of it all, for yes, he was this conceited man playing me, yet I did not really believe it. I still wanted to think he was mine, my sweet lover.

So seeing him in the courts, smiling at ladies, brushing the back of his hand against their necks was a repulsive sight. Watching him drink with soldiers, talking about hunting and war like it was the most exciting thing in the world was absolute ridicule. And now, beholding him win in tourneys with favors from other women was most heart-piercing.

"Daughter!" my father mutters sharply as he nudges me back into reality.

"Yes, father?" I say under my breath, rather ditzy as I turn to my left.

"Lord Westerling has asked for your favor," my mother to my right responds quickly, pulling her lips in a forced smile.

I turn front, finding the man clad in armor, holding his lance out to me. I pull a smile, grabbing a wreath, throwing it out to him, "may the Warrior grant you victory."

"Thank you, my lady," he nods, "mayhap, if I win, you will allow me a moment of your time."

I nod, without much thought.

I idlily watch as the man goes to his place and readies for the match. I only turn to his opponent when I hear the burst of High Valyrian along with the huffs of a restless steed.

When the word is given, all at once, the two ride towards each other and the Westerling fellow shoots off his horse, falling to the ground, a swift conclusion to the match. That was, until his opponent, with his avidly flashy headpiece, jumps off his horse and marches toward the felled man, as if the emissary of The Stanger herself.

I shoot up from my seat, turning to my parents, "I will relieve myself."

I do not wait for their response as I walk off, hearing the screams of a man being butchered.

Truly, it was a shock that I was caught by a bloody handed man on my way off to the privy.

I gasp when I turn back, feeling my skin crawl at the fresh stain on my sleeve and the sight of the prince, removing the helm off his head, "I nigh killed your man."

"Am I supposed to applaud you, prince?"

"Why are you making this so difficult?!" Daemon seethes, hurling his metal headpiece to the ground.

I recoil at his show of violence, feeling tears threaten to spill from my eyes, "tis I that makes things difficult?" I scoff, "your depravity knows no bounds."

"It is your haughtiness that burns us both!" he bursts.

"MY HAUGHTINE-"

I cut myself off when Daemon reaches out to for my cheeks, hands covered in grime and blood, leaning in to kiss me. I am delivered when I dodge his assault and manage to shove him away. I heave, kicking his shin, groaning at the pain in my toe that comes after.

"DO NOT TOUCH ME, MONSTER!"

He calls out my name.

"Even now," I call, "you do all you can to disgrace me!"

"You think so little of me?"

"YES!" I step forward, "because you think even littler of me!"

"That is not true and you know it."

I turn away, ready to leave him. He calls out my name angrily.

I only stop in my thundering exit when I hear him say, "if you leave me now, I will never come to you again!"

I clench my jaw tightly, "good," then continue to walk away.

For once, he is true to his words.

It is laughable, that in stubborn pettiness and spite, he is capable of doing exactly as he says he would. Yet in the warmth of our love, all the musings of his promises to me were left in hell.

He called out to me with such desperation, but now, I am nothing, no one to him. In court events, he does not even regard me, he does not even grant me the courtesy of treating me like a stranger, and merely ignores my presence altogether.

I wish so badly I could pretend to have the heart to care for the men who could finally flocked to me, now that the prince was no longer my shadow. I wish so badly I could muster even the most counterfeit of smiles, to throw back even a speck of disrespect Daemon had been throwing at me constantly.

But I was not as cold as he, and I could not even smile amongst the ladies I could have called my friends, had I cultivated more time with them, rather than the Targaryen I wasted my youth on.

When my family received invitation to his wedding, that was when I decided enough was enough.

"It's you," she calls as I enter the small, dingy room I was directed to by the woman downstairs, "the gods' wills are surely planned and timed."

I push away the curtain separating the shaman and I, brows knitting deeper at the next words she says, "I heard whispers in my dreams that I would meet a child of the Warrior and the Maiden today, lovers that cannot be."

I freeze at her words.

"Come child," she beckons, "if you want what he wanted of me, I think there need not be a spell cast for you both."

"What are you talking about?" I shake my head rapidly.

"Your lover," she whispers, "of alabaster hair and mighty wealth," she motions to the pouches of gold before her.

Daemon was here? "What did he ask of you?"

"A binding spell," she says, "it is meant to bring doom to those not he who would fall in love with you find a miserable death."

I whine, "and have you cast it?!"

"You arrived before I could finish," she says, tilting her head, "but I must say, even if I do not properly end the incantation, remnants of it would still come to pass."

"Then please undo it," I say, falling to my knees in front of the woman. I drop my satchel before her feet, heavy with all the coin I could carry.

The sound of my object catches her attentions, I suppose as well the sound of strangled breathing.

She sighs, leaning towards me, "it is nary possible to undo what has been done," she sighs, "but I can transform it to something else," she reaches out for my cheek, wiping my tear away, "what is it that you want from me, my dear?"

"I..." I shudder, feeling a shiver run down my spine. What do I want?"

"I want him," I weakly admit, "I want him to love me," I sigh, "I want him so badly. I want him to love me even though did not ask for us to be together with your magic," I chew my lip roughly, "and for that I want you to take this from me."

I look up to her. She wholly pitied me. How pathetic of myself.

"You want me to destroy the love you feel for him?"

I clench my jaw, nodding once.

She sighs, "even magic is not immune to the power of love."

"Then what can you do?!" I desperately reach out to her, "please."

"I can make him come to you."

I close my mouth. I do no think I want him to.

"It is not as simple as it sounds though, child," she explains, "I would be putting you into a deep sleep, one that would make all around you concerned for your wellbeing, him, hopefully, especially. The only thing that will awaken you is a sentiment to your lover's love."

I chuckle dryly, "he would not go to me even if his life depended on it."

"I am aghast to say that there is no other way to find out than by trying, milady," she offers, "but again, I must warn you. It is truly only he that can save you."

I knit my brows, "so... I will die if I do not wake up?"

She presses her lips, nodding slowly.

"Do it then."

"Are you cert-"

"I am the most certain I have been in a while."

And so I watched her finish her spell in front of me. She bid me farewell with a kiss on the forehead.

Later than night, when I returned, I bathed, dressed myself, and kissed both my parents goodnight the way the woman did with me.

It took a week, and visits from a dozen different maesters for the news to finally reach the king. And when it reached Viserys, it took him three days to debate whether or not he should tell his little brother. When he did, all hell broke lose.

Daemon nearly destroyed the palace in his anger, in the betrayal of only knowing the information now.

And yet, in all his ire, he did not come still. He instead moped, and rioted, and wasted away in taverns, in brothels, until his feet took him to the shrine of the Seven, praying to whomever would listen, to save his love, begging on his knees like he never did, never have, never will, ever again.

Then finally, finally he caved. He could not bear the voices in his head that were murmuring the worst.

Daemon asked to see his... his love, banging on the gates, a man at the brink, distraught, disheveled. The servants that were told to allow no one in did not know what to do. When the grief struck parents finally came, they could not turn him away upon recognizing the grief on his face.

And as Daemon went into the chambers, once blooming with shared love, now left rigid, cold, and uninviting, he took one look at the shell before him, turned away, unable to stomach the sight, unwilling to believe that this was the truth, denying this memory to stain his mind.

"It has been weeks, prince Daemon," the weeping mother says, "can you not send for someone to save my beloved girl," she turns to him, "you were once friends. You should do that much."

"We were never friends!" the prince barks, cheeks wet with tears he did not want to spill, "she was-"

And yet he still could not say it.

"Even now, you do all you can to disgrace me!"

Daemon shakes his head, turning to the floor, mumbling mostly to himself, "I will not disgrace her." He turns to the bed one last time, unable to look longer than three seconds, then to the parents, nodding his head, "I will take my leave now."

When he exits the chamber, he hears an angered man scream out profanities to him. He clenches his jaw, releasing a jagged breath, "wake up soon, my love."

[gentle-giant-swag]

It turns out some gentle giants are not being in fact, gentle giants!

Oh god it’s shocking to hear, I know. But some have hurt a fly, even if said fly was a cult leader who killed their dog and rode their bike late at night so their mom couldn’t sleep!

So we can’t allow those character to be considered gentle giants /s

That’s why I’m launching

LEAST GENTLE GIANT

This is a special edition of gentle giant swag, where 32 characters who are being kept anonymous, where the only thing that is revealed to the public are their crimes, are forced to compete to see who’s the least gentle of them all!

Rules

Ocs are allowed!

No hearts boxcards, he’s been blacklisted since june

Silly crimes are included, don’t worry if their biggest crime is not saying thank you after dinner.

If you need help picking out one, I recommend you check out this google sheet (contains the A bracket, the B bracket, C bracket, and D bracket , from the main round!) they can be completely new however! So don’t worry!

No Harry Potter

Be nice to each other!

NO SPAMMING! Or else your (un)precious blorbor is banned!

Also, they must be gentle giants or gentle giant adjacent! Of course

Link if you wanna submit

Form closes September 1st

Other brackets im tagging @badass-queer-couples-battle @the-robot-bracket @dysfunctional-family-fight @whosthatcharacter-bracket @whowouldwininafite @the-blue-battle @leastdatablebracket @onepiece-polls @splatoonpolls @sigma-showdown

[kittyamore0]

‘kay we got a lot of Ethan being ghostface and all— but what if it was the other way around hm? Here’s the idea:

Reader is ghostface who is anonymous and neither detective Bailey, Quinn, or Ethan know who they are —

But reader is a lot more violent — so when Sam asks: “so who was the other one that attacked us?“ And they don’t know who she’s talking about until the reader appears as ghostface and they’re all surprised who’s under the mask.

Let me know if this makes any sense 😭

A/N: Ghostface reader...? SIGN ME TF UP A/N: Got a little confused because i was like, 'how is this going to work if none of them know who the reader is...' A/N: So Im thinking...WHAT ABOUT AN OG READER WHO WENT A LITTLE, YK, MAD? A/N: Reader is an OG who reveals themselves as ghostface and everyone is shocked because no one has seen them for years...YEA?? A/N: Btw, I forget some parts of the movie so i had to makeshift things and make them make sense but idk if i did a good job A/N: Ngl, i literally forgot half the lines they said in the movie too so i had to improvise

My Return...

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RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, Ghostface, scream 6

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

READER: The scene that happened in the movie will change so much its a whole new lot just to fit the reader in (Im overexagerrating it but it changes a bit)

REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Blood, mentions of attacking, knife, murders, murder attempts,guns, shooting, stabbing, swearing, spoilers for scream 6

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"Ethan, Bailey...?" Sam eyed the other masked figure. "Mindy...?" The figure shook their head and pulled the mask off of their face. "Quinn.." Tara shook her head. "You're dead though..." Quinn chuckled. "It was all an act!" Tara backed up into the nearby brick, feeling the brick be loose.

"You're all crazy..." Ethan shrugged. "We prefer the term psychotic," Sam shook her head. "It was you three...the subway, the apartment, that goddamn old building!" Quinn, Bailey, Ethan quirked an eyebrow. "What building?" Bailey asked while pointing his gun furhter into Sam's direction. "What..?" Bailey rolled his eyes. "What building, Sam?"

Quinn raised a finger. "Hold on. We never attacked them at the old building," Ethan nodded. "Then who..?"

"Surprise..."

Tara and Sam swiftly turned around to meet another Ghostface, one that felt...off.

"Who the hell are you?!" Quinn shouted. "Is that a way to treat someone who has more experience with Ghostface than you ever will?" Quinn scoffed. "Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?" She repeated.

"Well, if you insist..." The unknown Ghostface slowly took off their mask, revealing...you. "[Name?]" All of their eyes widened. You, an OG, who had gone through for much shit trying to survive from Ghostface becomes Ghostface itself?

They all sat there in silence. When finally processed, Ethan, and Quinn feel a burst of excitement coarse through their bodies, an OG...helping them?!

"So you've been helping them...?" Tara grip tightened on the brick. "Helping them? Oh, no, darlin'. Im just doing this for fun. Im quite tired of being the prey, so why not the predator?" Their excitement died down.

"All those years of running away from Ghostface, and being betrayed by others. I just thought, 'well why not reverse the cards for a bit,' hm?" You laughed. "And oh, how right i was. this has been fun!" You turned to the three other Ghostface. "You three make good Ghostface, but not as good as Billy, Stu, and the others."

Hearing that gave Ethan somewhat of a boost of confidence. "Where's Richie in that list?" Quinn asked. "Richie? Oh...he was the worst Ghostface Ive seen," you slowly spat, enjoying provoking them. "So pathetic," Sam starts and you watch her, amused.

"Thats not true," Bailey retorted. "Yea. Your son, he is a man-baby, let his girlfriend do all the killing..." Bailey had gotten even more furious by the second. "Shes right," Quinn pointed her knife at you. "You, you stay out of this!" You only snickered in response.

"He was a strong, feral young man!" Bailey's voice cracks. "He was a limp-dick little fuck, who cried before i slit his throat." Bailey was one second from pulling the trigger, but before that happened, Sam had ran over to your side, missing the bullet.

Tara charged at Quinn, hitting her face with a brick. She fell backwards. "Damn," you moved backwards. You smirked, before swiftly walking up behind Bailey, kicking him in the back so he fell. "What?! " You crouched down, grabbing the gun and tossing it Sam.

Ethan began chasing Tara, while Sam busied herself with Quinn. Tara was running from Ethan, climbing away from him. "I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Tara turns around while Ethan Sticks his knife up. "Fuck you!" Tara shouted. "Fuck you!" Ethan shouted back.

"Gotcha!" You hear Ethan catch up with Tara after a few minutes. She screams before shoving a knife down his throat, twisting it while a smile grin ghosted over he face. "You're dying a virgin," He screams in pain while eating that knife.

You pulled out your knife before stabbing Bailey in chest, over and over after keeping him down with your foot. Bailey put up a fight, tackling you while you tackled him back.

You heard a crash, only to see Ethans head under a TV. "Shit looks like that hurts..." QUinn screamed at the sight of her father and bother being murdered. SHe charges at Sam, who puoints the gun at Quinn. "Looks like your down another brother."

Quinn's body fails down, after being shot in the head by Sam. Sam turned around, to meet you, but by the time she did, you were gone. "where did they...?" Tara shrugged at Sam, both of them just standing in silence.

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[rageprufrock]

Hi Pru!!! Ik you have been back on tumblr for a little but I just found out (bc I havent been here) so in a fit of nostalgia I went through your ask/fandom tags and read old fic meme responses and honestly it really struck me that I am now at the age of when you were writing many of my favorite fics (presque vu, drastically redefining protocol, etc etc your inception, haikyuu, and merlin fic lives in my heart) amd tbh it came as a shock. I think because im probably 15 years or so younger, I've always just seen those fics and ur process behind them as so Adult and one day I will also be an Adult just like that.

Spoilers, I am not quite the Adult I envisioned myself becoming while I had been reading your fics at 13, 14, 15 etc (worringly young) but I still hold a lot of it close to my chest and I think at least I am on the right track. Anyways tldr I love your fic, thanks for writing them, from both me of past and present.

I've read this ask over and over again, and I want you to know that I found it so moving, Anon, that I've been sitting with it for ages wondering how to respond other than to say: I can't think of anything more lovely or flattering than to know that in some way, the stories I wrote have been a part of your experiences growing up. These stories felt, to me, like part of my experiences growing up, too, and that we share that in some cosmic way always makes the world feel smaller and friendlier, and my own missteps and embarrassments less searing. We're all just kind of fumbling along together.

I think if you ask anyone, none of us are the adult that we anticipated being when we were young and reading about people older than us, who we had assumed had their shit together. I like to think that we're better than those imagined versions of ourselves, wiser and more patient, kinder from going through our own difficult periods, and more forgiving of people who we see headed down the same confusing roads toward getting older that we once took. It's why I think I find myself revisiting the theme of internal transformation so much: there's something so big and bright and difficult to explain about how the shape and size of the thing inside you changes over the years, how without any trigger mechanism or intention, you might wake up one day and realize you're an entirely different, marvelous surprise even to yourself.

Thank you, from the me of both past and present, for reading. <3

[olderthannetfic]

Weighing in on the 'character with CSA background in fic that isnt canon to the source' thing.

So im gonna preface this with the fact that I am a csa survivor.

Im gonna weight opposite as the other anons here- these fics are fine. One cannot tell the difference between a survivor writing about messy feelings about their own abuse as filtered through characters and ~nonsurvivor fetishizers~. There is nothing one may do that the other doesn't. Some CSA survivors write long drawn out scenes lovingly describing every second and all the trauma after it, and some people who are horny about trauma they havent experienced will be very short and clinical. Many CSA survivors DO actually kink-ify their trauma to help process it, so its not always a one or the other situation. You definitely cannot always tell if a writer has experienced something based on their writing. And asking someone to disclose trauma so you can judge them is of course Mega Cringe.

I actually personally like fics that wallow in noncanon trauma like that. Im an avid lover of whump & hurt/comfort of all flavors, including sexual, and making the blorbos I like/relate to get dragged through hell is cathartic and fun.

What I do find annoying though is when people dont tag CSA-focused fics (or fics with a arc/chapter/etc that includes CSA heavy focus). Its one of those things that like... You dont necessarily HAVE to do it depending on the fic and the site host, but you should at least warn its gonna contain a shocking/dark/rough scene/arc/element to the overall plot if you are going to describe an instance of abuse like that in explicit detail just because its such a rough topic.

Let people know the tone of the piece yanno? Its more of a fnn problem then a a03 problem in my experience because the CNTW tag is there and FNNs format makes it harder to fit all the information easily unless you want to write A/Ns before each chapter into the fic itself, but still.

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[riddlerosehearts]

HELLOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! its idiavil anon again i m just. gonna yap abt idiavil if u dont mind. my current ideas for different idiavil fics is up to 32 and i have 10 idiavil playlists on spotify as of right now. i shocked my twst friend w that last fact. I HAVE TWO SETS OF IDIAVIL KEYCHAINS I GOT OFF OF ETSY ASW i love them os much . my friend has been working on idiavil art 4 my birthday and im super excited.... ive actuallybeen able to focus on writing recently SO I HAVE SOME DRAFTS IN FHE WORKS!!!!!!, the brainrot only grows with each passing day. i have moss in my brain. like a chia pet. ALSOO THE TWISTED TSUMDERLAND EVENT LITERALLY HAD ME IN AGONY ROLLING AROUND AND SCREAMING IM NOT EXAGGERATING. LIKE HELLO GUYS WAKE UP NEW IDIAVIL CANON INTERACTIOSN JUST DROPPED. MY FRIEND LET ME INFODUMP TO HER SOMEXLAST NIGHT AND EVERY TIME I MENTIONED THEM I WOULD START TEARING UP 😭😭 also also ive been getting back into drawing and i have idia and idiavil doodles literally everywhere. the grind DOES NOT STOP. ok thats it ive just been in agony since my creativity stats are like maxxed tf out rn.......... AS ALWAYS I LOVE UR BLOG AND MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS ASW!!!!!!

ANON IT IS ALWAYS OKAY TO YAP ABOUT IDIAVIL TO ME!! i still don't post about them enough but trust me i think about them a lot... i wish i had the creativity and drive to write fics haha, i've had ideas about all my favorite twst ships bouncing around in my brain for a long time but i'm not good at putting things into words and i'm always working on other projects! i don't know if wicked is something you're familiar with or interested in but i saw the stage musical live back in april (for the first time ever lol!! i've had an over a decade-long obsession fueled only by collecting bootleg recordings of it until this year!), and then just saw the movie earlier, and lately every time i think about wicked i think about vil and idia. if i could, i would love to write a wicked AU for them that follows the general plot/themes of the musical but ultimately still gives them a happy ending and i'm constantly torn between two different ideas for who to cast as fiyero and how exactly to do it since i'd be casting vil as glinda and idia as elphaba and making them end up together in my AU. i could go on about it BUT since you literally did not ask, i won't!! i would also just love to put them in a hercules AU if that hasn't already been done because i need people to understand my vision here. like they literally canonically recreated the scene where hercules saved meg from the underworld in the movie. genuinely how many other twst ships have something like that?? vil RISKED HIS LIFE and GAVE UP HIS YOUTH so that he could JUMP INTO THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD and BRING IDIA BACK. LISTEN--

OKAY ANYWAY! i did take a look at the fic ideas you shared when you came off anon before, i don't know if you saw the silly rambling tags i left on your post but i loved all of your ideas and omg i love that you have 10 playlists for them?! i won't ask you to share the playlists but i think it's so cool that you've put that many together and i'm curious about what kinds of songs you think fit them best! i'd also love to see the keychains but i don't think tumblr lets you send images on anon so you don't have to haha! i have these enamel pins of the dorm leaders (all except leona and malleus, but i might get those two someday as well) and i specifically keep vil and idia next to each other on my corkboard, like this:

(those are almost all pins of different JRPGs above them. idia would love my pin/keychain/button corkboard ASKJGHDF)

ALSO YESSSS I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE IDIA AND VIL INTERACTING AGAIN IN THE TSUM EVENT. THEIR BANTER IS SO FUNNY EVERY TIME. and omg is your birthday coming up?! if so then happy early birthday, and merry early christmas to you too!! 💖

[stephibee]

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules:1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

tagged by @stephendorff thank you !! this was so so so so fun !

tagging: @bladeoffrontiers @js337 @costashoffman @angels-holocaust @thegoodgowest

🎧 album info/track recs/my favorite lines under the cut!! ↓↓

Album: Mezmorize - system of a down song rec: question!

🎶 Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Do we die? -- this band has helped me go through middle school and beyond. this song is just a fav and the whole album is a super big vibe

Album: never had to leave - matt maeson song rec: never had to leave

🎶 So I'm leaving you alone, leaving you alone I'm a spacecraft on my way back --song is personal to me, helped me get through some things in the last two years

Album: prophecy of ragnarök - brothers of metal song rec: powersnake

🎶 Eyes glowing red in the dark on the ocean floor Mighty serpent Roaring in the deep, he's a beast that devours all And the serpent awakes -- first song i heard from this band and absolutely became obsessed. fits my entire attitude and my practice

Album: aquarium - aqua song rec: calling you

🎶I-I-I can't get my message through Why-y-y don't you pick up the phone All my love is running down the line But you won't receive it, no, no -- this entire album is my childhood. brings memories with my sister and happier times. this song has always been my fav

Album: a day without rain - enya song rec: wild child

🎶Every summer sun Every winter evening Every spring to come Every autumn leaving You don't need a reason Let it all go on and on -- another childhood album that is held close to my heart and holds dear memories with my mom ♥

Album: demon days - gorillaz song rec: kids with guns

🎶Now they're turning us into monsters Turning us into fire Turning us into monsters It's all desire, it's all desire, it's all desire -- this band was MASSIVE hit with me back in middles school and will always be such a vibe. this song just has a beautiful energy to it but the lyrics not so much. still, this band helped me finds my creative part of my soul back in the day

Album: stick season - noah kahan song rec: you're gonna go far

🎶We're overdue for a revival We spent so long just getting by But that's the thing about survival Who the hell-, who the hell likes livin' just to die? -- this song. this album. been awhile since an album and songs got me crying and hitting super close to home.

Album: starcatcher - greta van fleet song rec: meeting the master

🎶What a day to meet the master I've been waiting for so long Final day to meet the master It's my time to go home -- is anyone really shocked this is the song im picking? of course now. i literally have this album and song inspire a tattoo. been a master fan of them since their first album came out. saw them live later 2023. i cried and was moved in all the ways one can be moved.

Album: hollywoods bleeding - post malone song rec: im gonna be

🎶Hey, why you so mad? (Why you so mad?) Never look back (Never look back) Can't let up the gas, we movin' so fast, yeah, let's make it last -- my first real concert and album and song helped me through a serious tough time with a friendship falling apart and figuring out who i am.

[imstillhere-butallislost]

10 months on low dose Androgel timeline

I think the last one I did of these was at 7 months, oops. I started on 1 pump of 1% androgel, which has 12.5 mg of testosterone in each pump. Since December, I have been on 2 pumps a day. I have yet to have any blood work done, so i don’t know my levels. 

This is a timeline of the most recent, biggest changes. I have other posts about my earlier timeline in my Testosterone gel tag.

The *biggest* change these past few months have been my voice. It’s changed drastically from February to now, but I think it’s actually sort of levelled out recently. It was hard to speak loudly for a most of February and March, because my voice would try to go higher but I just didn’t have that range anymore, so it would crack or just, make no sound at all. I think, for the most part, that is over. I think this was just one voice drop and im sure more will come (I still sound androgynous too, but that could be because of speaking mannerisms rather than voice) but I’ve learned how to talk with my lower voice now, and can speak loudly without the problems i used to have. 

i went from my lowest, median, and highest of my voice being 176hz, 215hz, and 255hz respectively, to 96hz lowest, 137hz median, and 179hz highest, but those numbers do fluctuate a bit depending on day which is normal. It’s strange to see what used to be the lowest my voice went when talking is now the highest it goes. It’s been really great. 

I will say, that I am now at the point where i cannot play it off like im sick or anything when people ask about my voice. I have been specifically asked if i’m on testosterone, and people I haven’t seen in a while are shocked at my voice now. If you are someone thinking about low dose T to hide changes for as ling as you can from unsupportive people, I only got 10 months, and many people get less. you cannot guarentee when you will get what changed.

on to things besides voice. 

My arm and hand veins are,, extremely prominent when I get warm. It’s really interesting, gives me huge euphoria, but is also really weird to look at. 

My period hasn’t stopped yet, still gotten a lot lighter though which has been great.

My face has definitely changed, but in a way where it’s hard to tell what exactly has changed. i just know i look different. I just can’t really place how. My eyebrows are thicker, my skin looks different, but there’s something bigger that is just hard to see. 

I still don’t really pass in public, long hair androgynous voice and no binder will do that, but i’m really liking how everything is going so far. Genuinely I think going on T has just cured my depression??????? I’m only normal sad like once a month, not thinking about offing myself once a day. I didn’t think testosterone would change so much about how I feel, but it’s made me feel so much more calm and rational. I have a good grasp on my emotions, and they don’t consume me anymore. I’m able to think past them and make good decisions without letting my depression or anxiety or anger rule out my rational brain. That won’t be the experience for everyone, but it is mine. and it has been great. 

Also maybe expect a trans tape review soon idk, I’m getting some because my binder fits me on paper, but irritates my arms sooo much that it’s hard to wear. 

Feel free to ask any questions, I’d be happy to answer

[shoot-of-corruption]

I ship you with Cherry's Ryo, DUH. Your Mariku and Cherry's Ryo *chef's kiss*

Other candidates:

Eli's Atem. After reading a couple interactions, yeah, and /s I hate it lol

I think that made me wonder if Mariku would work with other Atems/Yami Yugis

I don't know darknesskng too well, but their TKB gives off a certain energy that I wonder if it would resonate with your Mariku. (It would be a chaotic ship, probably. I think they would push each other's buttons a lot.)

I wish we could see some more interaction with Ra's Marik and your Marik, but I don't know if I'd call it a ship exactly?

I wish there was someone from Zexal I could see being a ship, but I'm not sure yet

I feel like there's one I'm missing

I dunno, make of this what you will. XD

Actually tagged this as IC replies, but I gotta move to ooc territory now to comment on this:

1.) Agreed. Not only is Deathshipping my favorite, Ryo (@starlitmemoriam) and Mariku are just getting along so well, it was almost shocking... like we cluldn't bend them in any direction.

The magnetism was beyond creepy and exciting.

2.) Eli's Atem (@ofthepuzzle) is definitely great shipping material. We resonate super well about a lot of things and apparently, whenever they come together our muses just so happen to be risktakers for the highest benefit.

I have done Clashshipping in the past but it never felt this natural to me 😌

3.) You and meboth, Anon. @darknesskng and I had a few IM interactions and we exchanged a bit of writing. I don't know them well, yet, but they have a nice spice in their portrayal. Probably oneof the muses around that could become really dangerous for shadow boi.

He'd have to feel out the waters first, before getting into any kind of relationship, since he has dealt with enough toxic and suppressing situations in his life.

4.) I swear Ra's Marik (@iilahalzili) is such a different brand, I'm very happy they portray him so extremely versatile and differently. In all honesty, I could maybe see them circling each other, but I don't know if it would lead to anything.

My muse at least shows off his brightest smile, but when nobody is looking, I imagine them both going exactly like this:

Oh well.... idk anything about Zexal *shrugs*

I mean, I know people tell me over and over and OVER that the other YuGiOh arcs are worth a watch... I just don't know how to fit them in my schedule and if I would enjoy them... *sighs*

I have so little time for things, I enjoy anymore that I don't wanna waste it on things that I might end up being bored by.

What you MAY be missing are Bakura muses. I can see those being linked to him =w= I can also see Yugis in that position. I would also like to see Mais in that position, but I just don't see Mais at all T.T ... @kujakudarling is a possible candidate as well :3

I guess we'll see! ^3^ Thanks for the long ask, Anon!