#it helps that ive read so many

[dreamingofstarslight]

Hello would you happen to know the cannibal sakura fic you were talking about in the post below. Thanks!!

Yes i do!!

Its called A Modest Proposal and its by Moron1 on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/21161708/chapters/50367386?view_adult=true

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[deoidesign]

Time and Time Again comes back tonight!

Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know it was a long hiatus.

My health was struggling, my arm was (is) hurting, and I decided it wasn't worth it. I'd rather be slow!

So thank you for giving me that grace, and I hope you'll be there with me for the rest of the series.

[always-a-joyful-note]

Enstars sure is an experience. Did I miss anything?

[obsob]

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!

✷(print shop)✷

[lifeismarvelous]

Wherever you go, just always remember That you got a home for now and forever And if you get low, just call me whenever This is my oath to you Wherever you go, just always remember You're never alone, we're birds of a feather And we'll never change, no matter the weather This is my oath to you

[atthecenterofeverything]

the pale without organs

disco elysium // félix guattari and gilles deleuze, anti-oedipus: capitalism and schizophrenia (1972) // sam shields (@dogffish), "hope, holes in the world & disco elysium"

[gomzdrawfr]

Bam bing bong, summary of my doodles in 2024

[sugar-cookys]

the only issue i have with the my happy marriage anime is the redesign of these three

[scopophobia-polaris]

The fact I have to boot up totk AGAIN, honest to God yall after I make this one fuckass post it is au only I am not doing zelda discourse no more

[evienyx]

Allow me to present to you: Dead Moon Spirit AU.

"Ninety-five years after the Air Nomad Genocide, the war ends. There is no winner, nor loser. There are simply those who are still alive, and those who are not. 

Ninety-five years after the Air Nomad Genocide, Admiral Zhao of the Fire Nation kills the Moon Spirit, and the Ocean roars. The sun hides away, and the only light is that of the seas, so very blue, and so very angry.

Ninety-seven years after the Air Nomad Genocide, Crown Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation is burned and banished, sent beyond the protected walls of Caldera, told he can only return if he kills the Ocean Spirit and brings the world back into balance.

No one has seen the stars since the night the moon died. 

Ninety-nine years after the Air Nomad Genocide, in a South Pole ruled by darkness and cold, a beam of light shoots into the sky."

If I'm being totally honest with you, though, most of this story is me both testing out a different style, as well as pushing my Zuko-and-Yue-Bestie agenda.

I'm steadily working through it. It's a different writing style from my usual, and will probably only be a few parts, but I love it with all my heart.

I don't know quite when it'll be done, but I'm working through it steadily, in between writing for Fractures and BMaFT, so we'll see.

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[salsakiyoomi]

“is it me or have you gotten...bigger?”

miguel's question makes you whirl around to face him with a scowl on your face, insulted, “the hell's that supposed to mean?”

you know what it means though, you know what he means — with the morning sickness and the weird, godawful cravings, your body is…changing — you’ve missed your period this month and you've put on a little weight — your breast have swollen and your belly has bloated with a few stretch marks over your abdomen — you thought the changes were subtle at first but you guess you were wrong.

miguel shrugs, gesturing dismissively to your body, “you know, you’ve gotten bigger.”

you glare at him — he has always been a little too blunt with his words and comments —  you put your hands on your waist, “you know, that’s not exactly a very nice thing to say.”

he shrugs again and you want to punch him with how nonchalant he is about this, “‘m just saying the truth.”

“there is this thing called sugarcoating.” you shoot back, “and you don’t tell your wife that ‘she’s gotten bigger’ or any woman for that matter.”

you’re more snappy than usual — if this has been a passing comment on any other day, you probably would have laughed and scolded him, not today though, not with your hormones high on edge.

he chuckles, but it sounds more like a scoff almost as if he’s making fun of you, “come on, amor. it’s a good look on you.”

you frown at him and shake your head, sighing, “i'm not in the mood for your shit right now, miguel.”

you turn away from him, going back to folding the clothes — you haven’t told him about your pregnancy yet, unsure of how he would react, the two of you never really talked about having kids in the start of your relationship nor marriage, so finding the test stick positive was a dreadful surprise for you — although you should've known the two of you had too much fun a few weeks ago.

his arms wrap around your waist from behind, and he nuzzles his face in the nape of your neck, “you're so grouchy these days.” he murmurs, his deep voice so close to your ears makes you shiver and his hands trail lower and you tense when they slip under your shirt and his rough fingertips press gently against the soft skin of your swollen abdomen.

“and you’re so bitchy these days — all days.” you immediately retort. 

he chuckles and he turns you around to face him and he has a shit-eating grin on his lips that you oh, so badly want to slap off of his face, “how are those avocados and chocolate going for you?”

“they taste really nice, thanks.” you roll your eyes, attempting to squirm away from his embrace.

“did you get your period this month?”

his question makes you pause and you look at him with squinted eyes — sure, he knows your cycle. sure, he knows when you're moody and on your period but he’s never really asked if you got it during a month or not.

“yes.” you lie, speaking after a beat.

“you sure?” 

you groan, “what do you mean i’m sure? of course i am.”

“i’m just askin’, amor.” he hums, his thumbs press against your baby bump and you can’t help but wonder if he is doing it deliberately 

“miguel, what do you want?” you sigh, exasperated.

“nothing.” he replies smugly, and you’re sure he’s teasing you at this point as he leans down to kiss your jaw, “is there anything you wanna tell me?” he whispers.

you lean away and narrow your eyes at him, “what?”

“what?” he echoes innocently.

“is there anything you aren’t telling me?” you ask back, tone accusatory as you raise an eyebrow at him.

at this point, he’s rubbing circles with his thumbs on your swollen abdomen, “not as much as what you're not telling me.”

you frown at him, “okay, you know what? i’m done playing with you here.”

you attempt to pull away from him again but his hands now grip your hips to keep you in place, “miguel!” you groan — you usually liked it when he was in his playful moods but not today though, he’s just getting on your nerves.

“come on.” he laughs, “just talk to me, okay?”

“i would if it wasn’t such an insufferable task!”

“calm down.” he hums and his hands find your waist again, and he’s once again rubbing small circles with his thumbs on your bump, “are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna tell me?”

you shiver at his touch and your eyes narrow at him as it clicks, “you know, don’t you?”

“know what?” he asks, feigning confusion.

“asshole.” you groan, covering your face — you know he knows because of course he does, this was miguel, nothing gets past him.

“come on, you seriously thought that i wouldn’t find out?” he says with a laugh — he noticed when your body started changing because he damn well knows every inch of you, he noticed it in the way you constantly hugged yourself as if to hide your growing tummy and then he saw the pregnancy test in the bathroom bin, “avocados and chocolate? you don’t even like avocados.”

“why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, voice muffled by your hands as you peek at him through your fingers.

“i just wanted to see how long it would take for you to tell me first,” he answers simply and you groan again and he laughs, pulling your hands away from your face and placing a kiss on your lips, “no need to hide now, amor.”

“you’re such a dickhead.” you mumble against his lips, and his hands are on your swollen belly because he thinks that he probably won't be able to get them off of it in the next few months, because despite how unprepared he is — how unprepared the two of you are, he can’t help but feel excited, can’t help but be eager for the day his and yours baby comes — so he laughs at your comment, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips once more.

“your dickhead."

a/n : i got inspo from this drabble by @liliacamethyst i loved it sm 😭

[butch-bakugo]

Why are vetted accounts sending people stuff like this.

I mean it's clearly copy-pasted and sent to multiple people but this isn't even a donations ask. Imma guess the reason people aren't responding is because you're accusing them of not doing enough for Palestine and sending it to multiple people who you clearly don't check because I've been posting about and for Palestine since oct 7th when I learned about it.

Also yes he is looking for donations, you can check his account and find it. Why are you sending this guilt trippy stuff to people and accusing them of not caring enough? You don't know me? You send these to multiple people so your clearly not checking the account in question. This dose nothing to help you personally or the Palestinian cause, it just pisses people off and makes them question vetters.

[jackwhiteprophetic]

Constantly thinking about how this show is fucking chaotic and Tim likes to drop random children on characters (idk he did it with judd on ls?) and how he could just give Buck a child. PLEASE. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE BUCK WITH A CHILD PLEASE AND EDDIE WOULD HELP HIM AND THE CHILD AND CHRIS WOULD BE BEST FRIENDS (EVENTUAL SIBLINGS) AND GRANDPA BOBBY

[v3ggyqu33n]

I'm back! I loved my two week app-ban and I got a lot of stuff done, but I miss my rp friends so here I am! I probs won't be on here heaps for the moment but I've had lots of ideas for oc's so we'll see how it goes <3