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[skibidi-hae]

mission: getting closer to you

—non!idol hanni pham x fem! reader (smau)

synopsis: hanni pham has been your neighbor since you were both 15. ever since then, she’s been trying (and failing) to get your attention. no matter what she does, you ignore her. and for some reason, that only makes her more obsessed. now she’s made it her personal mission to break through your walls.

genre: fluff and angst.

warnings – kys/kms jokes, unhinged humor, gay panics, first smau, questionable comedic choices.

co-writer: @i0hnz huge shout-out to her for helping write this. (she used to write bangers on wp. u can check her works out here n she might make a comeback, so kp an eye out!)

a/n: pls don't hate me i'm not funny.

1. new mission activated

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and so more

taglist:

[mothersdarling]

Oh to hold her in your arms. To feel her heat seeping into your skin, her smell mingling in with your clothes. What bliss is it to know she feels so safe in your embrace. What did you do to get so lucky? To be able to look down and see the most loving, beautiful and kind woman nestled comfortably in your arms.

Love wells up in your chest until you have no choice but to kiss the top of her head, pulling her just a bit closer to you. She smiles, nuzzling herself even closer.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫™ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 – 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝...

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father: profile reports

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Doctor Kent (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Chips (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Pepper (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Genny (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Kylie (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ profile report: Legs (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

run for your children, for your sisters and brothers: Playlists

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ Saint Selene's Sound System: Playlist (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ The Forest: Playlist (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ Doctor Kent's Walkman: Playlist (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

leave all your love and your longing behind: drabbles 𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ A Doctor’s Checkup

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ Valentine’s Day

you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive: locations!𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ St Selene’s: the bathhouse (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ St Selene’s: the omega medical bay (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ St Selene’s: the facility map (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

the dog days are over || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ

last update: April 2024

the dog days are done

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐎𝟑 || 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 || 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 .𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Can you hear the horses? - design credits: 𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ barbwire dividers – @strangergraphics-archive

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ masterlist layout inspiration – @lilacevans

‘cause here they come - taglists: 𖥔 ₊˚⊹🐾.ᐟ

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ The Dog Days Are Over Taglist. (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

Ω ₊˚𖥔➤ The Ultimate Taglist. (𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝)

[ground-todo]

Can i be added to the taglist 👉👈 😅 I’m absolutely in love with your smau kiri x reader series! (Also you need to charge your phone 🥺)

sure thing! im happy that you liked it!! 💖💖

oh and thank you for your concern of my battery lol 😝 it gets drained pretty fast thats whenever I make the smau so yeah thats why 😅

[raplinesmoon]

So The Drama (KSJ x F!Reader) - Teaser

pairing: Seokjin x reader genres/au/rating: fluff, angst, humor, smut, friends to lovers, Kim Possible!AU, 18+ summary: By day, you look like any other overworked 20-something. By night, you’re a kickass superhero who fights to save the world with your best friend. Caught between the pressures of having a love life and a plot to take over the world, will this summer be a one to remember? warnings: mentioned celebrity k*dnapping (not detailed)

word count: 401 for the teaser, expected 18k for the fic a/n: What started as a drabble has now spiraled into another monster Seokjin fic lmao. So glad I can channel my love for my favorite cartoon heroine into this fic for y’all. This is based mostly on the second KP movie. thank you to Mars @joheunsaram​ for suggesting the idea of Jin Stoppable in the first place. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this fic!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

The crowd was growing restless. The concert was supposed to start half an hour ago. Where was Seokjin? He hadn't returned from the bathroom yet. 

A loud groan erupts when representatives from their record company show up on the stage, claiming unforeseen technical issues. Bullshit. They probably wanted to keep you all here so they could take your money. You hoped Seokjin hadn't blown too much of his salary on these tickets.

Your impatient sighs are interrupted by a series of short beeps coming from your purse, and you freeze. This can't be good. You slip out of the arena towards the concession stands, reaching into your bag to pull out the pager.

"Hey Won-sik, what's the sitch?" you ask, taking in his grim face. The 18-year-old super genius you'd befriended was an expert when it came to computers and gadgets. He and Seokjin loved to crack dorky jokes together, many of which flew over your head.

"It's not looking good," his voice breaks among the static. "We've got word of a new crook on the block. Deez Coups. Apparently, he's a disgruntled former k-pop trainee who didn't get into the band of his dreams, so now he's out for revenge?"

"What kind of revenge?" you scoff. You'd handled more than your fair share of butthurt boys growing up, particularly when they chose to take their negative feelings out on others. 

"He's kidnapped DTS and is holding them hostage in an obscure location in the area! My sources are tracing them to a tiny room on the rafters."

"I'm on it," you declare, slipping off your oversized concert clothes to reveal your spy suit of choice - cargo pants and a black turtleneck. 

"___?" Won-Sik's voice trembles, almost like he's been keeping a secret.

"What's wrong?"

“H-he took Seokjin too. He was trying to rescue them."

Your heart sinks, remembering how Seokjin had excused himself. And now he'd stumbled into trouble. Disgruntled or not, this loser would never lay a hand on your best friend. You tuck Odeng into your pocket and reach back into the purse. 

Pulling out your hairbrush, you press the hidden button on the bump, recoiling as it activates, transforming into a grappling hook. You make your way back inside, keeping yourself confined to the shadows on the outskirts, before finding a good fulcrum and launching yourself up to the rafters. 

"C'mon, Odengie. Time to make a scene."

a/n pt 2: I have nothing to add except I hope the theme song was playing in your head hehe <3

[luxeavenger]

okay cuties. new backstage pass this week, but you gotta tell me which one you want (you only get one tho, pervs):

2 dicks/one hole

or

sensory deprivation/knife play

let me knowwwww 💜 (it will likely be posted wednesday-ish)

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[introversiontherapy]

Over (Original Fiction)

Image: Tony Leung in “In The Mood For Love”

Rating: Mature (with mentions of substance use/abuse)

Words: ~760

Taglist: @claranidala @sak-am8 @thelaughingstag

Sitting, and taking another draw of his cigarette, in between lips missing her. A filter ladened with chemicals is a poor substitute for the way she kisses, like a second that lasts for a year. Sometimes she would bite, a drop of him in a puddle of her. A kiss like that is a soured lemon, but all he can remember is the sweetness. The smoke from his cigarette is asking him a question, it curves on its head with a dot under its leg. Question after question, and his answer is simply, more.

He pours himself a midnight load of vodka. And mixes it with a cheap lemonade he bought on sale. Expired, and too sugary for the holes in his teeth. The end to something sour is always sweet, like a mass produced drink kp And shot after shot, he drinks. He drinks to the blurring bloom of memories, playing like a movie lost on a loop. The destination is a useless milestone when the path is a circle.s.

One last pull of that cigarette and he stubs it out, coming to the nub, to the end of everything. Still, unsatisfied.

Like her. Like her with him.

Another trick to try to forget what you want to remember is through a drink. This glass is empty, or almost full, of nothing. The cap, like all metals, can only cut deep. He licks the plump, innocent bit of flesh at the base of his thumb, now bleeding, now red. Now, it is a kiss.

She smiled. She smiled. And smiled. Each wave wider, each wave louder. She laughed through the mud in her head, the sticky, sinking, heavy trodden mud. She didn’t even hear him all that well. What joke was it that he told? Maybe it wasn’t a joke at all. Maybe she just wanted an excuse to hurt him. And she could only hurt someone she loved.

He pours himself a midnight load of vodka. And mixes it with a cheap lemonade he bought on sale. Expired, and too sugary for the holes in his teeth. The end to something sour is always sweet, like a mass produced drink kept out of date. And shot after shot, he drinks. He drinks to the blurring bloom of memories, a movie lost on a loop. The destination is a useless milestone when the path is a circle.

The blush of her cheeks was as bold as the sky at dusk, with creamy darkness raining. Her eyes were dry, dry and cracked, bloodshot. Those browns coming undone, unfound under their own canopy, and changing into something else without colour. It wasn’t a misunderstanding, it was a seeing, a recognition he wanted to be blind to. To love her, he had to be disabled.

That bottle of vodka is now a vase. A vessel in which a message can be placed and released to the welcoming sea. It doesn’t matter if no one finds the message, a blank piece of paper is telling enough. Now, drink-less, with the movie still playing, he reaches for an orange pill bottle, his name printed in a familiar font, one he has seen since his teens. And in red ink, like kissed blood, below the legality of his name, it says “MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS. DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL”.

But what’s life without a little risk? One. Two. Maybe six or eight. It’s hard to count when the vodka is talking. The last thing he ate before this, was breakfast. And it consisted of an end piece of stale bread, and yesterday’s coffee. He closes his eyes to chew, to intentionally, mindfully, crush his white pills into dust, into the spaces between his teeth, stuck on the bumps of his tongue, hidden in the pockets in his cheeks. And swallow.

She took everything, everything he had. And left all of her personal effects. Things she touched daily, things she used to become her. She left her and took all of him. And where she used to visit in his subconscious, is now a severing possession. She sharpened her knife on her words. Pretty things, kind things. Until she was done pretending.

Lifting his head to the loneliness of the ceiling, sighing. The movie dropping its speed, slowing down distorted memories. Speech lulls, and sentiments bear an anticipation waiting to be cut. Bloodstream coursing a blissful, euphoric forgetfulness. The only sense left is gravity, and he falls, into the enticing mattress of manufactured calmness.

To make it through another day, he sees through his lashes, the things he has to do to remember to forget.

[ezrasarm]

Inconsequential

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: the not very uplifting product of an existential crisis (do with that what you will), main character death ...or is it?

A/n: listen, I’m not even sure where this came from. One second I was listening to Indifference by Pearl Jam and the next... this. I’m sorry okay? Also, yes, the gif is from Interstellar.

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You’d missed it.

Just barely.

Your last chance to get home from the toxic green moon and you had missed the sling back by minutes. It was Ezra who in his obstinance not to admit you were stranded had tried to chase the damn thing. His efforts were fruitless of course with the beat up and burnt out pod. It was like a row boat trying to catch up with a cruise ship. There was no comparison.

Your fuel reserves were just enough to get you to the freighter. No more, no less. You had never considered the possibility you wouldn’t make it. You hadn’t wanted to. But now you didn’t even have enough to get you back to the green rock that had been your own personal hell for cycles on end. “I’m sorry, dove. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Ezra, silhouetted only by the light streaming in through the window, muttered as the power inevitably went out. You had enough food and water to last you a little while. You were comfortable enough. It was your oxygen supply that would be the issue.

“It’s alright Ezra.” You hummed back but he was already shaking his head. You were stuck, floating in its orbit, so close to the rock it felt like the slightest nudge could send you back.

“No, it’s not. It’s my fault we missed it.” He rebuked, gaze dropping to his feet as he sat on the cot in front of you. Sure it was easy now to count back the minutes and wonder what would have been different if you had just kept walking instead of taking that water break, if you had woken up a little earlier, if you had taken a left instead of a right but none of that mattered now. What was done was done, you had decided. There was no use mourning the loss of a future that never came to fruition. With all the possibilities in the world you would never drag yourself out of bed with that kind of weight on your shoulders.

“Besides, it’s not so bad.” You remark. “We’ve got a view some only ever dream of seeing,” you say gesturing out the window to the moon, so close but so far away and dwarfed by the planet it orbited. That, dwarfed by the emptiness of space beyond it. It was funny how perspective worked that way. The forest had seemed so vast when you were on the ground and yet now it all seemed so insignificant. You couldn’t help but feel you could relate. You had never intended for your life to be quite this short but you supposed that wasn’t your choice to make. “We’re in as much of a home as we’ve ever had,” you go on “We’ve got food and water. We’ve got beds and blankets” you say, noticing the slight chill that had swept over the pod since the heating had gone out. “We’ve got each other...” you say, feeling the words tug at your heart strings when you finally process them. You and Ezra had never thought of yourselves as much more than work partners but you knew you cared for him as deeply- maybe even deeper than you had ever cared for anyone in your life before and you had no reason to believe he felt any different towards you. You had always looked out for one another, taken each other in when you had no place else to go and supported one another when you couldn’t support yourselves. “It’s not such a bad way to go.” You shrug up at him, a weak smile at your lips. “I’ve heard it’s just like falling asleep.” You say and you watch as the tension in his shoulders subsides with a tight sigh.

“You were gonna make a life for yourself though.” He noted, gaze still fixed on his feet. “You were gonna get out. You were gonna learn and travel until you found a place that felt like you belonged.” He reminded you. But those we’re just dreams. Ghost stories you told yourself so you wouldn’t give up too soon. You knew you would have to face them at some point- that reality would set in and you’d have to be prepared to let them slip from your grasp. That’s what you had done as you watched that freighter drift out of sight.

Ezra had never admitted this to you but those dreams- your dreams, had kept him going too. They gave him more hope than he could have wished to muster himself. It was part of the reason he had been a little overzealous on the harvesting front. Why he’d decided to take his time and indulge his greed. For you and him both to stand a fighting chance at achieving it.

“Maybe I’ve already found it.”You murmured, shuffling a little closer to him so your knees knocked against his own as you slipped his hand into yours.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, eyes wet with unshed tears when he looked up at you.

Ezra had given up once before he met you. He had accepted he wouldn’t see old age and he wasn’t convinced he wanted to but by some miracle he had survived. From there he went on existing day to day. It didn’t make much sense to him to try and do anything else. Until you cropped up in his life and all of that changed. Suddenly it felt like his life had purpose. He wasn’t so sure he was willing to give that up again but as he looked around the dead silent pod he finally realized there weren’t any other options. And with the calmness and resolve with which you spoke it didn’t seem so bad anymore. Maybe this was his purpose. To stick it out so you wouldn’t be alone when the time came.

“I’ve lived my life, Ezra.” You whispered, your free hand coming up to brush a rogue tear from his cheek. “This was all it was ever going to be.” You said. In truth, you weren’t sure there was a future for you beyond prospecting. The gamble, the risk, the thrill. They had consumed you. They were all you knew and now that the moon was spent you couldn’t help but feel that you were too. “But meeting you...” your words trailed off. “Meeting you was more than I ever could have dreamed of.” You explained. You could never have hoped for such true companionship. For as much honesty and trust and security as you felt when you were with him. That was‘s something you could have ever anticipated experiencing in your life. With that he sniffed back his onslaught of tears gave a curt nod and it was decided.

You weren’t sure what kind of love you felt for one another as you curled into each other’s embrace. If it was romantic, platonic or just sheer desperation to feel something in the drudged void of space but what you did know was it was strong and uncompromising. Having been drifting for some time now the pod’s insulation never stood a chance without the heating systems functioning. It was now below freezing and enough for your fingers and toes, your lips and the tip of your nose to feel numb as you gripped onto each other in your double layers of blankets. You’d never held each other so close before and you couldn’t help but wonder why now with the way you fit together so effortlessly.

With your ear laid to his chest you could hear each shallow breath and grounding beat of his heart beneath your head. His arm had snaked its way around you, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing circles into the sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up at the small of your back. Your arms and legs felt heavy now as they tangled around him. He hummed your name softly, voice quiet and slightly hoarse from the dryness of what little air you had left. You both knew today would be the day you would fall asleep with no guarantee of waking again. You knew the air quality in the tiny drop pod had fallen dangerously low and you knew your consciousness wouldn’t remain for long.

It took you a moment longer to respond than usual and for a second his chest contracted at the thought that you may already have drifted off. With your muscles fatigued and brain slightly fuzzy, it took almost all your energy just to lift your chin to look up at him. “Mmm?” You groaned back, eyelids heavy as you pried them open and he felt his muscles relax slightly upon hearing your voice.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips pressed to the crown of your head and his breath, soft and warm as it tickled your hairline.

“For what?” You breathed back.

“For making this inconsequential existence feel a little more... consequential.” he mumbled, that honey sweet voice of his rumbling under your ear. You could feel each reverberation as it thrummed against his rib cage, and you felt the corners of your lips pull up into a watery smile. His heart beat picked up ever so slightly as his next words dawned on him but they never reached his lips, his breath growing shallower despite his resistance against the exhaustion tugging at him and threatening to pull him under the veil.

“I love you.” You murmured back, your eyelids falling shut as you focused on the pulse beneath your ear. “Ez,” You said, somewhere on the boarder of consciousness and un when you got nothing in return. “Ezra?” The name was choked as tears threatened to squeeze past your shut eyes. You hoped you weren’t too late for this too as you choked back a sob. You refused to let your last thought be a sad one as you clung to the dissipating heart beat. He heard you, you assured yourself. He drifted off knowing he was loved. That thought was enough for you as you let yourself slip into oblivion. It was soft, gentle and all encompassing, a wave of thin black silk drifting over you and causing your senses to go numb to anything else. You were unsure if the static that rung through your ears now was real or a product of your imagination as you teatered just on the edge, ready to follow in Ezra’s foot steps.

“KP-4N9, come in KP-4N9, this is KP-8F7, do you copy? over.” 

“I repeat, KP-4N9, this is KP-8F7, do you copy? over.”

[ masterlist ]

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[juls-writes-archive]

It’s been too long since I was here to do a follow forever... but I want to say thank you to everyone who was on my taglist for Celestial. Over the last year and a half or so, the interest and attention, whether it be from comments, likes, reblogs (I read ALL the tags,) etc, has meant the world to me. The knowledge that people like my work is incredible motivation. I have a good feeling about 2020, and I sincerely hope you all have a wonderful new year. ❤

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[kittenpinkamations]

Woop it's pinned post time!!

Hi, I'm KittenPinkamations, aka Kitten/Pink/Pinky/KP/Whatever ya wanna call me! I mostly just reblog other people's stuff! Here's my carrd!

My blog is generally SFW (Since. yknow. I'm ace & sex-repulsed). Some posts might contain other mature topics, like blood, swearing, alcohol, death, etc, as well as occasional mild suggestive humour, but nothing explicit.

I do my best to tag content warnings & add community labels (Going with the format "#cw insertthinghere"), so you should be able to avoid anything you don't wanna see if you have the tags filtered & the proper settings; but I'm not perfect & still might miss some! Feel free to send me an ask to let me know if I missed something, or if you need anything else tagged!

Current Main Taglist:

Kitten Reblogs - Me reblogging things (If it's fandom related, I'll also tag the fandom as well i.e., su, ace attorney, httyd, etc.).

Kitten Types - Original text posts, reblogs generally not included (with some exceptions).

Notebook - A miscellaneous hoard of things I wanna take note of & come back to in the future, or think others should take note of. (e.g., resources, art/writing tips, news & PSAs, mental health stuff, etc.)

Christianity Stuff - Posts & reblogs related to my faith; Feel free to filter if it makes you uncomfortable!

Mutual Aid - Mutual aid/donation posts! Consider giving people a lil' helping hand, even if the goals have been met! (This is more for individual person donations; posts around certain causes will be found in the Notebook tag.)

My Art/My OCs/My Writing - Pretty self-explanatory.

Anything else is either content warnings, miscellaneous organisational tags that I don't think are major enough to include here & are probably already under one of these main tags as a sub-category, or literally just me tag-rambling.

If I say or do anything problematic, please don’t hesitate to tell me so I can do better! I can genuinely be really dense & I’m always seeking to improve my behaviour.

I WILL BLOCK YOU: Pedophiles/map/nomap/zoophiles/incest/proshippers/anti-antis/supporters, generative AI/NFT/crypto/supporters, ableists, racists, sexists, anti-theists, anti-atheists, anti-recovery, any sort of LGBTphobic/exclusionist, etc.

[mothersdarling]

I just want to worship her. Take care of her. Love her. Make her know in every way possible that she's appreciated, cared for, enjoyed and loved. I never want there to be a doubt in her mind that she's important, that she's special. I love her so much. I just hope she can see it.

Women Centric Post Taglist:

@fo-plushie

@rowenasdarling

@kp-studios

@helgethas

@phdinselfshipping

@astral-express-family

@sapphicenvoy

@adiosterror

Let me know if you want to be added to this list! Mutual or not ^_^

[ladylaviniya-taglists]

Taglist 5

@kab126

@kaitlinlovetwister

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@kas

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@kp

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@lara

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@dion

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@dreamie

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@dyingofcookies

[ground-todo]

I just read Kirishima's Printing Service and uGh, I felt all giddy reading it, Kiri is such a sweetheart 😭💓 also Denki's live tweeting was GOLD May i be added to the taglist? 👉👈

thank you for liking it!! 🥺 Kirishima is definetly a manly sweetheart and Denki be live tweeting for us while not minding that he’s a third wheel, some good stuff right there 😔✊ and yes you can be added to the taglist!!

[mothersdarling]

Your head has never felt this heavy. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Your hands won't stop shaking. It's all so much. Too much. Nowhere is safe. You feel like you're falling and will never stop.

She walks into the room and immediately zeroes in on you. She sees the way your back is hunched. The way your feet rub together in agitation. The shivering of your form. Her face drops into concern as she rushes to your side, sitting besides you. She opens her arms and silently, with just a look, asks if she can hug you. When you nod, she wraps you in her tight embrace, pulling you until your head rested on her chest.

She rubs your tense back, peppering the occasional kiss onto the top of your head, whispering everything you needed to hear. "I'm right here. I'm not letting you go. You're safe here with me. I promise. We'll get through this, okay? I promise."

She coos softly at you, holding you so close to her that her heart beat plays a lullaby for you. You slowly go limp, every muscle in your body breathing a sigh of relief. It won't last forever, but in her arms, she stopped your fall. She caught you. Pulled you into something safe. You close your eyes and let her comfort you.

"I love you so much," she whispers, every ounce of affection in her core spilling out.

"I love you too," you warble back.

Women Centered Post Taglist:

@kp-studios

@rowenasdarling

@fo-plushie

@helgethas

@sapphicenvoy

@adiosterror

Let me know if you wanna be added to this list. Mutual or not ^-^

[ground-todo]

Hi!! Can I be added to the taglist for Kirishima's printing service?

hello! sure, I’ll add you right away!!