#miss you all and hope you're okay

[dxckgrxsonx]

💫 WIP Game 💫

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged By: @qcomicsy (thank you, my love!)

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My WIP’s: Note: Some of these range from almost finished, to a couple paragraphs, to just a few sentences.

Jason Todd x Reader:

Dickpic!Jason x Reader (Part 12)

Quiet Realisations (Part 3)

Between His Teeth (Smut - No plot, Jason x Biting, that’s it)

Turn me On (Mini Series: you know that reddit thread titled ‘what did your friend do that accidentally turned you on?’. Yeah. That)

Gunpowder Petals

Backdraft

Hit My Limit

Joined at the Wrist (!!!)

Violence as a Language (Jason x Enhanced!Reader // Healing Abilities)

Currently Untitled (Smut - Sex Pollen)

Currently Untitled (AK!Jason x Medic!Reader)

Smaller WIP Ideas:

Manhandling w/Jason

Complete Annihilation (Reader gets kidnapped ft, Jason’s reaction/rescue)

Challenge Accepted (!!!)

Dick Grayson x Reader

Caught in the Crossfire

Takedown

This was Supposed to be Casual

Exbf!Dick x Reader

Mean!Dick x Reader

Smaller WIP Ideas:

Competence (He has a thing for people who just get shit done)

Apologise (Smut - Dom Vibes)

Koriand’r x Dick Grayson x Reader

Atmospheric Disturbances

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Wow. Okay so. Wasn't expecting to have so many.

ALSO! Hi guys!! It's been a while huh? Turns out I haven't been experiencing writers block. It's been depression. Yuck.

Motivation is slowly coming back so should hopefully be posting things again soon. I need to flex my writing fingers a little so if I start posting complete garbage then please forgive me!!

Little bit of a sidenote: I'm going on a night out with friends tonight, (One of them is playing in a band so we're going to support him). So if I start drunkenly posting nonsense I'm NOT SORRY. That's a problem for tomorrow me.

If any of you want a more in-depth look at any of these, shoot me an ask 💕

[silenzahra]

Hey there! 🙋‍♀️

Don't know if you've noticed, but I've been away for a couple of days and it's because what I mentioned here has finally happened: I moved! 😄🥳💃

It's taken longer than expected, but this is gonna be my second night in my new home (which is actually my dad's place), and everything's going amazingly well right now! 😊 I have my own office to write and relax, and I'm still adapting to my new routine and such, but this place is giving me what I needed (not only my own space but also peace and silence), and I get along pretty well with my dad.

Also, I get to spend some more time with my boy Mauri since he lives with my dad, but I have to admit... I miss my boy Baloo so so much 🥲 We've both gotten used pretty quickly to each other's presence, as my mom told me he was also looking for me at her place even though I've only been away for one day... I know this is gonna sound weird, but I think I'm gonna have a harder time getting used to not living with Baloo than with my mom 😅

I'm glad I still get to see him of course (and my mom too lol), and he usually spends a couple nights a week at my dad's, so there's that at least. I'll get to live with both my boys even if just a couple times per week, but honestly, considering all I've gained from the change, I really can't complain.

Anyways! I've been away these past days because I really didn't have the time nor the energy to be online in general (a move is EXHAUSTING), but hopefully this weekend I can slowly start to catch up with everything I've missed these days. I hope you're all doing fine, dear friends 💖

Also, if everything goes well, I might bring a little surprise very soon 🤭

See you all real soon! Love ya! 💖

[shuploc]

I will be posting a little Astarion piece later today! 🤗

[deoidesign]

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[thelivingsin]

it's normal to be disappointed when you learn that your dreams are already dead. but just like a phoenix, our death will lead us to our own rebirth; and like a supernova, some deaths are beautiful.

[thenegativitypit]

Not putting it in the tags of that post because it's only tangentially related but the notes of the moral panic post made me FINALLY realize why exactly it always feels wrong when people go, "You either disown Harry Potter OR you're a transphobe".

Like imagine if it was the satanic panic. "You either quit being a Christian OR you're personally responsible for this shit."

The Muslim panic (which is still going on btw)? "You either renounce your American (or British!) citizenship OR you're an Islamophobe."

Gay panic? Watch out, citizens of basically every country prior to just a few years ago and members of most religions even now. You're obligated to give it up.

Now far be it from me to say a piece of media is as important as a religion or citizenship, but... if you can see the problem with the extreme examples, you can hopefully see what's troublesome about the idea in general.

"This thing is tainted and therefore you must NEVER touch, lest you be BAD," is just... it's practically the definition of purity culture, isn't it? "Some vocal Christians are horribly homophobic, therefore Christianity ITSELF is evil." Like we can understand and express why it doesn't work like that, right?

So in the same way, we can see that, "The author who wrote this very popular book series became a horrible TERF years after the books were complete, therefore you have to renounce the series in its entirety even if it was incredibly formative for you," is... messed up. It's not good.

We shouldn't create moral panic or police people like this. If we do, we're no better than the people who are creating moral panic about and policing us.

[savventeen]

places we've been torn (i'm always, always yours)

pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader rating: T wc: ~1k summary: you and soonyoung have been lying together for who-knows how long now, going back and forth asking each other about the various scars you both have. the stories have been mostly silly or stupid (or both), but it's as the night is winding down that soonyoung asks about the one scar with a story you're not sure you're ready to share. warnings: scars, mentions of suicide, past near-attempted suicide (reader) tags: fluff and angst, angsty fluff, reader is in a good place now but there was a time when they weren't, and soonyoung has to take some time to process that fact, i think this is still very soft??? despite the subject matter, but please please please be careful friends a/n: this is for @diamondyjh as part of my emergency commissions and she requested angst to fluff (tho this turned into more angsty fluff than angst to fluff, but i hope you still like it) and the title is from always by switchfoot

You're not sure the last time you felt so content.

At the moment, you and Soonyoung are curled up on his bed over the covers, feet tangled together and heads sharing the same pillow. The past few hours you've spent just laying there and talking, mostly asking about each other's scars but drifting off to other topics as well. For the past ten minutes or so, it's been quiet, the two of you simply enjoying each other's company.

Everything about this moment is warm — from the way his hands hold one of yours and press a kiss to your palm to the way your heart feels like it's melting in your chest and spreading all the way to the tips of your toes.

"What about this one," he murmurs into the silence, rubbing his thumb slowly over the soft skin of your wrist. "It's so tiny; I never noticed it before."

And the scar in question is tiny, smaller than a grain of rice, nestled right in the center of your wrist.

The story behind it, though, is so much bigger.

For the first time all night, your first instinct is to lie — to make something up and brush it off and clutch at the secret you've kept tucked away in your chest for so, so long. Excuses like oh, it's no big deal - it's nothing - I don't even remember all sit ready on the tip of your tongue. But you bite them back.

You stare at Soonyoung, marveling at how soft he looks in the warm lamplight — trusting the small but fervent corner of your quickly-beating heart begging you to be completely honest for once in your life, whispering that you can trust him with this.

He keeps tracing his thumb in gentle arcs across your skin, and you breathe in — slow — breathe out — steady.

“It’s from a knife,” you say at last, calm, and not at all like this is the first time in the ten years since it happened that you’ve told anyone. A buzzing has started under your skin, anxiety humming through your veins at a frequency you’re sure Soonyoung must be able to hear.

But he just wrinkles his brow in adorable confusion, lower lip jutting out just enough to form a soft, worried pout. “A knife?”

“Yeah.”

You can trust him with this.

You gulp and bite the bullet. “I was sixteen and... and I came really close to killing myself.”

A beat, and the world stops.

Your breath feels trapped in your lungs as you watch him blink, his thumb freezing as he processes your words. And for a moment, his face is blank.

But Soonyoung has always worn his heart on his sleeve, and you can easily read the emotions that start flashing across his face. First, a silent shock that bleeds into disbelief. His eyes find yours, searching, searching, yearning to find a falsehood somewhere in your words — a soft kind of horror dawning like a rain-soaked morning as realization sets in.

His grip on your wrist tightens, fear and worry evident in the way he takes a deep, steadying breath, and he pulls your hand to his chest and clutches it there, almost desperately. His other hand reaches out to cradle your face, stroking reverently, even as his exhale is shaky. It doesn't seem to be enough, though, because a moment later, he's scooting forward the foot of space between you and bringing your forehead to his. You lay like that for a moment, two, and then he's pulling you closer still, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder so that he can wrap his arms around you and squeeze.

You squeeze back, telling him with everything but your words that I'm not gone, I'm still here. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. You let yourselves have this moment, burying yourself into his embrace as he holds you like you'll disappear if he lets go.

"I'm okay, Youngie," you murmur eventually.

His fingers curl into the back of your shirt. "But you weren't." His voice is a whisper, thick with the threat of tears. "You weren't okay."

You sigh, bringing one hand up to cradle the back of his head and gently scratch at his scalp. "No. No, I wasn't then. But that was a long time ago, now."

Between one blink and the next, he's pulling out of the embrace just enough to be able to cradle your face between his palms. He's staring at you with red-rimmed eyes, and you feel something crack in your chest.

"You'll tell me, right?" he asks. "If you're ever not okay again? You'll tell me, or someone, or—" He huffs a frustrated breath before pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. For a moment that feels like your own eternity, he lingers there, lips against your skin — an invisible tattoo pressed into every thought floating around in your head. "Please promise me you'll tell someone, jagi."

"I will." You seal your vow with a kiss of your own pressed to his lips. "I promise."

And he must hear the truth of your words because you can feel the tension bleed out of him like he's a deflating balloon, and you deflate right along with him. You press another kiss to his lips, soft and chaste and full of all the reassurance you have.

"Hey, Youngie." You wait until he's looking at you, and then you let all of the warm, gooey feelings of hope and love and life bubble over into a beaming grin. "I love you, and I'm so happy that I'm here with you."

The smile he gives back could rival the sun's, you think.

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[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

For the (two) Tumblr mutuals I probably will never hear from again, I'll remember you.

I'm glad I met you in this life, and I hope we can meet again in this same one.

[taegularities]

hiiii guys 🤍

[sojourner-between-worlds]

"The truth is, I also wanted to see you change the future. But there wasn't enough time."

is far too potent a line to come from Yugioh

[moonchild-in-blue]

Willy, honey sweetie baby gravy, I love you tenderly but I'm not gonna reply to all of this bro. You've sent me over 30, baby 😭. My inbox is a mess as it is, please have mercy on my sick brain 💙🤧😷

[ame-to-ame]

there are things that you don't do for a year or more and pick up just right where you left off and these days i fear loving you might be one of them

[rpmemes-galore]

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[deiscension]

Hey did you guys know that she

[jabeur]

on this topic, i suddenly remembered this gay person i knew some time ago who was like "why do you always assume men you like are straight you're acting exactly like straight people" and i saw their point but the thing is when a cishet person assumes everyone's straight it's bc of heteronormativity, when i assume men i'm interested in are straight i'm protecting myself from inevitable heartbreak and potentially dangerous situations by telling myself it's impossible anyway and to get over it <3

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

still love this line, still love this line coming from sylvain, still love the fact that it is always sylvain who talks abt being at dimitri's side, still love the fact that he gets these lines and in every route in both games is actually shown doing what he preaches and always being at dimitri's side, sometimes literally.