#into the notes app~

[gotta-yaps]

into the notes app - crossing your orbit

> a/n: crossing your orbit was my first! ever! written written fic, iykwim. minghao's new release was just too tempting to pass up - it made me realize that 1. i loved writing abstract love stories 2. imagery!!! 3. taking inspiration from mvs made life soo much easier.

spoilers under the cut!

the fic can be found on my main blog: @gotta-winwin

(⭐) i knew i wanted to connect minghao's most notable works together - hai cheng and orbit, into a love story all about longing, space and vivid dreams. it was a weird process: the ending was never planned out. not once did i imagine that the reader would have passed away, it just kind of... wrote itself?

(⭐) the title crossing your orbit, came to me in a dream - believe it or not. although i only vaguely remember the contents, i'm glad i woke up before the sun to pen down the title. it plays on the idea of crossing through worlds - the real world and the afterlife, as minghao seeks out reader through the stars.

(⭐) as i mentioned in author's notes, aesthetics and scenes from both mvs of hai cheng and orbit played a huge part in making crossing your orbit. i had imagined minghao wrote and directed these mvs/songs based on this otherworldly experience - so many scenes from the fic are direct callbacks to the mvs.

minghao orbiting through the galaxy alongside reader

the beach minghao finds himself in once the reader "shows" him their past together

the hug they find themselves in after dancing

dancing at the beach

not part of the fic, but it's canon that this scene was placed into the mv by minghao as a way to connect the past (the beach) with the present (missing her and seeing her in the afterlife/outer space)

(⭐) the english translated lyrics for orbit played a big part in constructing the story.

"I run towards you Once more, once more I ran to you This distance between us I'm feeling a galaxy"

^ this was the lyric that inspired the original idea - two lovers, torn apart by some strange distance in the middle of a galaxy - minghao desperately trying to reach her but failing each time.

"I'll listen like I did before I traveled through space in my dream All sadness was soothed away by your eyes that night"

^ this brought forth the meat of the story: minghao traveling through space in his dreams, the only place he can see her again.

(⭐) answering some frequent questions:

why were they stuck in a galaxy? does it symbolize something? : yes! the galaxy minghao finds himself in is both a symbol for the afterlife and his own mind - depending on how you decide to digest it.

why can't he remember her? : although the fic didn't start out this way, minghao can't remember the reader initially due to the trauma and pain of losing her in the first place. it's a frequent coping mechanism for many people - their mind practicing avoidance on its own to shield them from the pain they can't process at the moment.

why hai cheng? : deciding to pair both the8 releases together was a decision i made in the middle of writing. hai cheng is a song that'll always have a special place in my heart as it carried me through March 2022, when it first released. (it was actually my most repeated song on my spotify wrapped, with 83 consecutive plays. don't ask.)

[lillaray]

Happy holidays!!! 💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Just saw a video like "um actually rocky horror isn't good queer representation because frank sexually assaults janet" girl he kills and eats people. It's called the rocky HORROR picture show not the rocky cute gay rep tw t-slur picture show

[gingerpines]

teen caitvi au where they met at jayce’s workshop as kids bc ekko was making deliveries for benzo and they became friends and would meet up outside caitlyn’s house at the gate every night like romeo and juliet and vi would always listen to caitlyn yap about jayce’s newest invention and one day cait convinced her mom to take vi at one of the shooting tournaments for a weekend and they realized how much of a crush they have on each other

more about this au here!

[catcze]

Imagine being Boothill’s sweetheart before everything went up in flames… he didn’t think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.

He’s a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at first— he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.

And oh, when he manages to reach you— manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.

If he could cry, he thinks, he’d be a blubbering mess. 

Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.

[gossippool]

rewatching deadpool & wolverine again for fanfic characterisation purposes (part 2) and can we talk about this scene where logan says "you don't want this"

all the other wolverines wade visited had no qualms with attacking him (even little miss cavillrine!) the moment he stepped foot into their space. THIS logan ☝🏼 was suffering not only from whiskey dick of the claws but also whiskey dick of the violence

this logan is the only one that hesitated using his claws on wade, or didn't at least respond with aggressiveness (by his standards). we talk a lot about how his blow up at wade in the honda odyssey is really just him projecting, but so is this. when he tells wade "you don't want this", it's him who doesn't want it—he doesn't want to fight anymore, doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore. look at the expression on his face when he says it. he's so fucking tired of it all

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[maiarosa]

[sunnypopoki]

They didn’t even wait until the 19th to ban TikTok. Honestly I hope people realize how big this situation is. TikTok was a news outlet for a lot of Americans who couldn’t get proper news and information (especially when their own news stations are just propaganda and fake news we don’t need to hear), it was also a home to many small businesses and people just trying to make a living. The US government is NOT banning it because of “data” or whatever shit they made up—they are banning it to control the masses and more than just that. This is bullshit.

[ikeepforgettimypassword]

Do you understand my chart?

[reality-official]

Fuck it, I see this all over my feed, so I'm gonna join in.

If this gets 500 notes, I'll try to go outside once a day. ✔️

if this gets 1k notes, I'll start working on my book again. ✔️

If this gets 2k notes, I'll ask a teacher to call me by my chosen name. ✔️

if this gets 3k notes, I'll get more serious about learning Russian and French. ✔️

If this gets 4k notes, I'll get more serious about singing. ✔️

If this gets 5k notes, I'll ask to get a bass.(electric instrument(NOT THE FISH))✔️

doing this on this blog cause it gets more attention and shit.

Welp, time to stratagize which teacher to tell.

Guys, I'm not getting a fish.

I did not think we would ever get to 3000 fucking notes. thank you

GUYS! 4K AND 5K WERE JUST RANDOMS ONES I CAME UP WITH BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE LEAVING IT AT 3K STOP

You can stop now, we reached 5k.

y'all, i haven't looked at this post in months, I'm still not getting a fish. Hell, I haven't looked at this blog in a while.

Haven't been on this blog since a while ago idk why the fuck did i get a notification on this post i ain't getting the fish y'all

[thebibliosphere]

Me: desperately trying to avoid a migraine over the next few days by getting as much sleep as possible.

My ADHD at 11:45pm when I’ve got shit to do first thing in the morning because it’s fucking Christmas: pst, hey.

Me: …

ADHD: You know that plot hole you’ve been stuck on for over a year?

Me: …

ADHD: wouldn’t it be wild if you suddenly figured out how to fix it AND had the motivation to work on it.

Me: …

Me: God fucking dammit.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

You want me to turn on automatic software updates? The thing that made Murderbot commit mass murder?

[starspilli]

now and then

very quick VERY rough very very very self indulgent doodles… i will accept no criticisms on this 🙏

[idontmindifuforgetme]