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[cinnapuppykid]

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[sainz100]

📸 by Martin Trenkler

[etcnnante]

apologies for my extended hiatus, i never expected it to be so long and perhaps i should explain why its been longer than expected 🥹

in late august i underwent a pretty intense reconstructive knee surgery due to a knee injury that resulted in a dislocated kneecap for 80% of my life- and sadly the surgery did not go as originally planned. i was in a full leg cast for two weeks after that, then two months later in late october, i went in for minor corrective surgery, and that also didn’t go as planned, and was again bed ridden for a while after that. fast forward to now and luckily i am walking again with only a minor limp in my step- but because of the fact that my recovery has just … not been linear, ive struggled to come back permanently because i still spend most of my day doing therapy which can be hard both mentally and physically. so trying to focus on other things can be difficult as a result, but i plan to come back soon enough now that i have also managed to replaced my old laptop charger and can focus on other things besides my therapy! thank god because i have missed my boys …

[thedeadthree]

✧ — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

-`. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @carrionsflower and @loriane-elmuerto tytyy sm lori and airika!!!!! 🥀💌🐦‍⬛

✧ — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | egyptian mythology or greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party

✧ — 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — bel canto.

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎 — nostalghia.

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊 — mannequin pussy.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 — chappell roan.

𝐃𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐋 — florence + the machine.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠:

@sunsofdawn, @pavus, @happilyobsessing, @girliefailure, @alvsanne

@auricfog, @jamessunderlandgf, @weisshaupts, @grapecaseschoices, @risingsh0t

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @full---ofstarlight, @fenharel, @unholymilf

@aelyosos, @anoramactir, @roofgeese, @cloudofbutterflies92, @griffin-wood

@southernreaches, @chainsawsangel, @leviiackrman, @tethrras, @rosykims

@tommyarashikage, @carlosoliveiraa, @courtana, @lilywatt, @kroganloveinterest

@shadowsofrose, @celticwoman, @shadowsofrose, @dialdrunk, @kissingwookiees

@neonshrike, @confidentandgood, @lavampira, @adelaidedrubman, @imogenkol

@kanos, @deadrlngers, @elluvians and you!!!!!! 🥀💌<3

[nonsensicalnonsense00]

From “Cat Got Your Tongue?” By @oldangryslytherin on Ao3!! 😼😻❤️‍🔥🔥

Silly crack fic with a Harry being a menace and a perpetually flustered Tom ;)) what’s not to love? 😏💗

Thank you for writing this loll!! I’ll be honest, I’ve never been one for crack fics but I’ve truly enjoyed this one so far ^^🫶💕 (might be a converter 👀😋😙)

[riaki]

HES… POUTING……….. SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[myokk]

an afternoon by the black lake🫶🫶🫶

[suddencolds]

sending u a star!! ⭐️ sorry i wanted to go thru and pick a specific fic but im too sleepy lol but any yvescent piece u had thoughts on :D

[from Fanfic Writers - Director's Cut]

hello!!! THANK YOU N, IT MADE ME REALLY HAPPY TO RECEIVE THIS 🥹🥹🥹

I also realize am responding to this like 2 months late :') I thought for a long time on which fic to comment on, and now that I've posted Atypical Occurrence pt. 2, I thought I might as well write out my thoughts on it while they're still fresh and bc it's close to my heart (I hope that's okay hehe)

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⚠️❗️ Warning that I will be attaching snippets from my deleted drafts below!! Please read the published installment before you proceed to read this post. This is a little embarrassing... all I can say is that those drafts were deleted for a reason 🥴

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There’s a grocery store that’s a ten minute drive from Vincent’s apartment. 

I rewrote this scene... 3 or 4 times? It gave me sooo much trouble 😭 I think in the first draft Vincent actually tears up tasting Yves's cooking. (I know, Vincent, I want Yves to cook for me too 😭❗️)

Terrible (ugh 😭) first draft screenshot under the cut (screenshot = old draft, indented quote = current draft):

(Yves pulling up a chair at the end... you can tell he is totally at a loss on what to do 😭 and I, too, was at a loss on what to do)

I wrote this ^, and I was like... this moment just feels unearned? I personally despise outlining + I love going in (mostly) blind. Sometimes the first draft works out of the box, and in this case, the first draft (and the second draft, and the third draft) were all soooo bad that I literally had to take a month-long break to regain my confidence 😭

Anyways! I knew right away that Y was going to cook something for V (it's mentioned here and there throughout the series that he is a really good cook 😭 And in part 3 of Fool Me Twice, Yves promises to make Vincent something more ambitious than hot chocolate. He's finally kept his promise now, 12 installments later 🙇‍♀️ )

From draft 2, there was only one scene which I was sure I was going to include in the final draft, aka, spared from the recycling bin. (But I just checked the final draft and it's nowhere to be seen?? Interesting.)

I would have managed fine on my own.

On this (deleted) scene, and more broadly: I think it's important to me that Yves recognizes that Vincent is self-sufficient in many ways: when Vincent says he will be fine alone, he is telling the truth. Yves doesn't have to stay—he recognizes this too, when he heads for the door in the published draft.

Still, Yves stays, of course—initially, because he insists, and later, because Vincent asks :)

“…You won’t leave unless I eat, then,” Vincent says. He says it evenly enough that it barely registers as a question. Yves smiles at him. It’s not a wrong conclusion. “Exactly,” he says.

It was really, really fun writing the differences between caretaker!Vincent (in Fool Me Twice pt. 5) and caretaker!Yves 😊 I usually don't like to say too much on the end of character analysis, bc I like my work to be interpreted as it is: the text is canon, and everything I'm saying here is just me yapping on about my headcanons. (I have been roasted for saying this by a dear friend of mine, probably rightfully so:)

With that disclaimer: Vincent to me (I can only speculate, etc) is a very no-bullshit caretaker (he likes to enforce whatever will lead most directly to the person's recovery; he actually worries a lot, but his worry often manifests as frustration/snappishness), whereas Yves is a lot more permissive and, for the most part, manages his stress—he is the eldest sibling, after all! I think he does what he can to make it a more tolerable experience :)

“So this is just a Yves thing.” “What? Showing consideration for my friends?”  “Showing consideration is one thing,” Vincent answers. “You could have left after dropping off the files. You would still have been showing your consideration.” “I guess that’s true. But at that point, I was already here,” Yves says, with a shrug. “It seemed logical to check up on you.” “Well, now you’ve checked up on me,” Vincent says. “So you can go.” Yves supposes this is true.

Vincent takes things very literally (and I think he's actually quite aware of the social niceties around these kinds of things, which is in part why he is so skeptical to assume that Yves means anything more.)

There’s a hand on his sleeve, tugging. Yves goes very still. When Vincent notices what he’s done, alarm flashes through his expression, and he pulls his hand away as if he’s burned.  “Sorry,” he murmurs, again. And just like that, he’s back to how he always is—his expression perfectly, carefully neutral, in a way that can only be constructed. “I’m sorry.” But Yves doesn’t forget what he’s seen. “You can go.”

This scene means a lot to me!! It took a loooot of editing to hammer into place (the doc I wrote it on is titled "fixing this scene would FIX ME" haha). I think this is the first time Vincent has actively sought out Yves's comfort 😭 And he regrets it almost as soon as he's said it, because he does not do things without a good justification, and wanting something—even wanting it badly—does not feel like a sufficient justification to him. But give Yves an inch and he will take a mile!! He will take a hundred miles!! That is just the kind of person that Yves is.

I was talking with some friends previously about how I wanted to write Vincent reaching out for Yves. How I wanted Vincent to, through the haze of fever, cross a line that he'd previously not allowed himself to cross :') I think it is a time-old trope to have someone, in their feverish delirium, utter something embarrassing and utterly uncharacteristic of them, or divulge something that has been difficult for them to say.

This whole time drafting, I was thinking, how can I set up a moment like that and have it feel earned? How badly would he have to be feeling? What kind of setup would justify getting past his 590859 mental defenses? (I do not like to outline, but sometimes I do have an emotional beat that I have in mind, and then I have to work backwards to figure out the setup. This took SO much working back from, and I really thought about it for very long). I was almost sure that Vincent would regret it immediately after too 😭

Yves opens his arms out in offering, tries on a smile. “I’ve been told I give good hugs. Good enough to cure all ailments, obviously.”

Ahh, so Y offering V a hug is inspired by a fic I read 6 years ago, where a character offers another a hug as a joke and then the other character surprises them by taking it. Yves is really offering here, but I think he recognizes that joking about it will make it easier for Vincent to accept 😭

Yves has hugged a fair share of people in his life. He doesn’t think he’d be able to list them all if he were asked to. It’s different, though, being so close to Vincent—so close that Yves can reach out and let his hair fall through his fingertips. He can lift up his palm and feel the rigid line of his spine, the slope of his shoulders; he could reach out and trace the dip of his wrist, the form of his hand. Vincent’s chin digs slightly into his left shoulder. His nose is turned slightly into Yves’s neck—like this, he is almost perfectly still. Yves can feel the warm brush of air against his neck whenever Vincent exhales. He is so close that Yves is afraid, for a moment, that he might hear how badly his heart is racing.

I have nothing to say about this paragraph except that I edited it for like 40 minutes straight.

Last thing!!

“We had a habit of keeping the heat off, in the winters, and closing the windows.”

The scene near the end (where Vincent tells Yves about his childhood) is actually the scene which came the most easily to me. I also did not write it last; I jumped around. It took me around 1.5 hours. (By comparison, simply editing the scene before it took 11 😵‍💫)

I did always intend for Vincent to disclose... well, /something/ about himself. (You can tell that when I plan, that's really as far as I plan LOL)

Anyways, when Vincent wakes Yves up (after Yves falls asleep at his desk), I initially wrote it so that Yves wakes Vincent from a nightmare.

But (as direct a link to vulnerability as that might have been,) Vincent would not talk about his nightmare 😭 So I switched gears.

I also specifically wanted to write about Vincent's experience being cared for growing up. I think something that's culturally resonant with me (as an Asian American, and the eldest daughter to immigrant parents) is like, the ways families can and cannot say I love you—the quiet things that are done in place of a more direct expression of it. The way that while unspoken consideration can speak volumes, it can just as easily be invisible. But even now, writing this post, I feel like it's difficult for me to untangle the feelings and experiences I've had into something that feels sufficiently multifaceted.

Vincent has a different childhood from I do (it is probably worth noting that I do not project onto any of my characters, nor do I use them as a vessel to get my own experiences across). I think I'm just drawn to writing tricky/non-straightforward expressions of love, in general :) Sometimes that is the kind of love that resonates with me most.

[saltpepperbeard]

so yes yes i know we all adore the lie detector video, right. but i think everyone is sleeping on:

[tomfoolies]

selfshiptober: tomja edition days 9-11

gonna say it immediately: all of these are super sappy, super fluffy, VERY silly and completely self-indulgent. the worst in that regard so far, that's for sure. that's why i wrote them, but i figured i'd give everyone a heads-up so y'all can't sue me if the sweetness of these is too much to handle 🤭

9. music 

Just as they leave the club, in that perfect state of drunk where the world feels both dreamy and sharp, real and fantastical — Sonja hears it. Barely audible through all the noise, both from the establishment they just left and the sleepless city they stepped back into. But she recognises it immediately.

"Our song! Are you kidding me?"

Tom spares a glance over his shoulder, listens, and then turns back to her. A look of exaggerated disbelief on his face. "This is our song?"

"One of our songs," she corrects herself, sighing in similar overdramatic fashion. "Hours of shitty song after shitty song and only after we leave, the good stuff starts."

From her lamenting he gets an idea. He holds out his hand for her, but it takes her a while to pick up what he's putting down. Once the choreography of his move becomes clear to her, she lets herself be pulled into an impromptu dance that's an awful mess to anyone watching. Their feet keep colliding, their rhythms do not match, and she ends up having to hold onto his jacket to stay upright.

Their shared drunken high hazes things over, and the streetlight they're directly under becomes a spotlight shining upon them.

10. warmth 

Tom hears the front door open and close, then the usual sounds from the hallway; the rustle and thud of Sonja taking off her coat and boots, the clink of the leashes as she releases Juno and Mondale. The dogs come barreling down the hallway, beelining to their food bowls in the kitchen. She follows quickly behind them, but her target is one particularly defenseless man situated right in the middle of the living room couch.

"Move over, big guy. I'm fucking freezing."

But the warning comes too late, and he yelps when her glacial body collides with his in a way that rivals the Titanic.

"I did not need to be convinced about it," he complains as she digs her cold feet into the toasty space between his thighs and the couch cushions. "Did the nuclear winter finally start?"

"It sure felt like it."

She reaches over to grab the TV remote from the coffee table. Soon the dogs come trodding over, bellies full; Mondale jumps next to her onto the couch while Juno settles at their feet. Both content and comfortable, just like their owners.

11. recovery

When he wakes up, hours have passed. The bedroom's shrouded in darkness, but the light coming from beneath the door tells him it's still daytime. Sonja's right next to him on her side of the bed, work laptop propped up on her knee while she types away. The light from the screen shines a dim spotlight on her face; an expression of deep focus, of mild annoyance. When she notices he's awake, her whole face softens.

Her voice is mellow, almost a whisper. "Feeling better? The meds kicked in?"

It'd been a while since the last bout of migraines this intense, so when she'd gone raiding the medicine cabinet and returned with a prescription bottle, the expiration date on it almost faded, she worried they wouldn't be of much help. His head still feels like it's not quite correctly attached to the rest of him, and the dizziness returns for a moment when he sits up, but the pain seems to have faded beneath a relieving numbness.

"I think so, yeah." A beat of tentative silence, then: "Thank you."

Overtaken by emotion, she reaches out in a feeble attempt to tame his hair, in a state of total disarray from his nap. Her touch is barely there, making sure not to hurt him. It makes him feel fragile, yet at the same time revered — a completely novel feeling. Something he can't quite wrap his head around.

[paunchbunny]

trans girlfriend who hypnotizes you into thinking a stick of butter is a healthy snack and to stay hydrated you should try to get in around eight cups of cream a day. you buy half a dozen pints of ice cream for easy lunches during the week and munch on cookies dipped in frosting while you work. you don’t understand why you always feel so bloated lately. maybe you need to eat healthier? you’ve heard it’s better to add healthy food than to restrict, so you try to make sure you’re buying plenty of fatty meat and always have some candy in your purse for if you get hungry. your girlfriend is happy to help you in your quest to eat better, always suggesting good choices at restaurants like an extra large basket of fries with a chocolate shake. when your belly feels hard and sore after a meal? she rubs it for you and whispers soothingly in your ear about how good it is for you to take care of yourself and how good it is for you to let her take care of you.

i am so grateful the tgirlfriend fairy blessed my inbox with my own evil tgirlfriend god i wish women were real

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[hillbilly---man]

how many tabs do you have open right now?

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

what do you consider to be romance?

These are REALLY good choices for questions

I have 16 tabs open on my phone right now! I recently closed them all though.... Up until I did that about two weeks ago I had about 120ish?

Do I believe in ghosts or aliens?..... Tough question to answer honestly. Kind of? Tbh I don't think that much about either

Regarding aliens: I think it's unlikely and kinda arrogant to think that we're the only life in the universe. But I don't really believe in any of the flying saucer stuff... Whatever's out there is probably so different that we can't even conceive of it.

Regarding ghosts: I've got a way more obnoxious and superstitious opinion here lol .. I kind of believe that when someone dies there's something akin to a soul or energy or consciousness or an essence or whatever that leaves the body. It's gotta go somewhere, and I tend to feel that it goes somewhere much like the body does: it breaks down and eventually becomes part of everything. It's a comforting thought to imagine that the people I miss aren't gone... but I much prefer thinking of them as being part of the energy that makes the stars shine and birds sing than to imagine that they're gone away or are trapped in some kind of in-between state.

So do I believe in ghosts? Lmfao I guess it depends on whatever you consider that☝️mess ghosts. I kind of do

And the romance question...... 🤔

It's tough to answer. I was trying to think about what I would consider to be romantic if a partner did them (or things I could do with romantic intent): remembering details about the other person, supporting their interests, spending time together, considering their needs, thinking of the other person when they're not around.. complimenting each other AND complementing each other.. etc. But those are also excellent things platonically so 🤷

Maybe the difference is intent and what the people in the relationship call it? It feels like there's a commonly agreed-upon divide between romantic and platonic but I have trouble seeing it. In which case, RIP to anyone who ever wants a romantic relationship with me because I can fully see somebody thinking they're dating me for months before they realize I haven't caught on yet. Some poor person someday is going to have to figure out how dense I am with that stuff and start conversations like this:

(funny enough, that also counts as romantic according to my list. Take notes, future suitors)

[lilithschosen]

wife saw my most used emojis and went "damn, bottom"

we are married. you know this???

[youredreamingofroo]

WOW okay THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS 🤧🥹

I was really expecting to lose followers when I announced I was leaving sims 4 (temporarily now), I don't really know what to say I'm really bad at expressing gratitude for things so this is kind of hard but genuinely thank you, thank you all :)

As a side note, I'm really excited to start posting We're all Sick, there is an unfortunate chance it won't start getting posted for another week or two just because I'm reallllllyyyyy trying to let my Sims 4 burnout fester and dissipate, that being said, I can always just start doing things the hard way, which is making scenes in blender myself if I REALLY cannot get back into TS4, and with THAT being said, posts would come out a LOT slower just because making scenes is new to me and also (as i can imagine) VERY time consuming. I'm mainly putting off going back to ts4 cuz idk if I have to reinstall the packs that I very legally obtained, and also with a new update means mod updating and ugh.... having over 50 script mods that i have to update...... yeah, not fun. But I do promise at the VERY least to actually post WAS. I love seeing what you all have to say about the teasers and it just makes me so antsy to just make the first post asap

I'd also like to say that it really really warms my heart whenever I see someone say I'm an inspiration for them or have inspired them or changed the way they do something, I genuinely have never seen myself as a person to be an inspiration, at the very least I just see myself as someone who can make a couple people laugh and that's good enough for me, but to have the impact of inspiring people is a whole other boat that I haven't walked on, and I say thank you, I couldn't have even imagined ever being considered an inspiration in my entire life.

And finally, between now and the first WAS post, I will attempt to do some more Leo and Roo lore drops, I have been itching to get back into their story, especially since I haven't fully finished showing off their little timeline, and not to mention the fact that they are still having problems with acceptance of what happened, both in their own ways.

But in the meantime, yall will have to stomach BG3 posts, my reblogs, minor lore drops in reblogs and some Reo content. 🫶

[fridakahloblvd]

i need more black dress pants sizes 22 or 24

i need new non slip closed toe size 6 1/2 shoes

i need a new clear backpack that’s sturdy

i need a new windshield for my car

i need to go to the podiatrist

i need to close the hole in the bathroom

i need to fix the water damage in the bathroom

i need to payback the $450 i owe to my parents

i need a new mattress and bed frame

i need a new job

i need to clean out my closet

i need to sweep and mop my floor

i need to get an associates or bachelor’s degree (or go to trade school????)