#my brain: and then you invite your tumblr mutuals

[just-slightly-chayotic]

i dreamt that i invited my favourite tumblr mutuals over for dinner and when everyone showed up they were like "why didn't you tell us jeff is going to be here?????" because he was just there. helping me set the table.

[roturo]

Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

words: 2k

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Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

What You've Heard [Bodyguard AU Trope]

Pairing: Billy Russo x AFAB Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Bodyguard AU alternate universe 1. Character A is tasked with keeping Character B safe. Feelings, or at the very least sexual tension gets involved "Billy Russo is your bodyguard, hired by your diplomat father. You hate him and he hates you but still, you end up in bed with him."

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. Dom/sub dynamics, Oral (M receiving), Use of toys (vibrator), Mutual masturbation, Pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), Light choking, Pussy spanking, P in V, Creampie, No aftercare.

WC: 2,800

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“You are such a goddamn spoiled brat.”

“Oh shut it Russo, you’re the one ruining my evening and my life!”

Billy was right behind you as you climbed the stairs two at a time, holding the skirt of your sequin evening gown practically up your thighs in order to avoid tripping. You just wanted to be as far away from Billy as quickly as possible. 

“Believe me baby, if I could be anywhere else in the world right now I would be, but your daddy is paying me too much money to keep you safe, which is what I was trying to do. I’m sorry it made you a little…testy.”

You rolled your eyes and spun around on the spot at the top of the ornate staircase in your penthouse apartment. Billy stood on the last stair, allowing you to be face to face with him, making close eye contact to make sure he got the message.

“Testy? Really? I’m working the room at a charity event and you deem some handsome well-todo dangerous enough to pull me out of there prematurely and ruin my night and expect me to not be testy?!” you shouted in his face

“Okay. Maybe he wasn’t dangerous. Maybe I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” 

Even during a heated argument, Billy had the ability to remain eerily calm and even-toned which just irked your irritation at him even more. 

“Don’t you dare tell me you were jealous, Russo.”

“Not jealous, just doing my job.” he replied “You know, you dignitaries' daughters are all the same. Full of yourselves. Assuming everyone is always so charmed by you. So happy to just be in your presence. Assuming everyone just wants to fuck you.”

“Pfft. Maybe they do. Just admit it, Russo, you do too.”

“What if I do? Huh Princess? You gonna do anything about it or just keep running that pretty fucking mouth of yours?”

You don’t know why you did it. You knew he was just trying to rile you up. To upset you into stomping off and cursing him out under your breath for the rest of the night. But you were so sick of him winning every single time the two of you butted heads. Which was a lot. And in that second, your brain told you it was the only thing that would shut him up and actually give you the upper hand for once. So you did it. You pulled him in by the lapel of his suit jacket and kissed him.

For as hard as your lips were planted against his, it was a surprisingly tender and soft kiss.

After the initial moment of shock wore off, Billy reached forward to place a hand on your waist, His tongue traced the crevice between your lips, inviting himself in further. Oh god, was Billy actually kissing you back?

You pulled away as soon as you realized it, meeting his dark gaze. The corridor echoed with silence as the two of you stared each other down.

“Billy, I…”

“Bedroom. Now.” he commanded with a raise of his brows and a nod towards the hallway.

“I.. wait what?”

“Do not. I know you heard me.”

But still, you weren’t sure what was going through his head. Was he telling you to go to your room because he was angry and sending you to time out like a misbehaved toddler? So filled with lust that he couldn’t control himself in your presence a moment longer and wanted you far away so he didn’t give in to it? Asking you to go to the bedroom so he could meet you there and continue this?

Processing words had never been this difficult as you remained rooted in your spot at the top of the stairs. He answered your unspoken question, lunging forward to lift the skirt of your gown up your thighs so he could pick you up in his arms, wrap your legs around his waist and resumed kissing you deeply. 

He practically threw you on the bed, taking a step back as you bounced and looked down with his lust filled eyes. 

“You know princess, as much money as your daddy spent on this place, it sure does have thin walls.”

“What?”

“Any time you bring one of those air-headed, spoiled boys around here when I’m on night duty, I can hear everything.”

“You… you can?”

“Yes. Every moan, every whimper. You know, you’re not that good at faking it.”

“How do you know I’m faking it?”

“You see, the walls are so thin, that I can hear everything on the nights you have company… and the nights you don’t.”

You looked up at him, confused. He took a step to his left, reaching out and opening up your nightstand drawer and held out your favorite vibrator in front of you.

“So, I know what you sound like when you really are coming and when you’re just playing along so some rich asshole’s feelings won’t get hurt.”

“So?”

“So, if I hear you fake it tonight, I’ll know. And you better not. Now come on, stand up and let me get that dress off of you.”

“Billy, I…”

He just raised his eyebrows and you obeyed, standing and facing away from him. As one hand worked the zipper down your back, the other was caressing, roaming up and down your arm and the curve of your waist. His lips soon found your neck, licking and sucking as your dress slid down your body and pooled on the floor around your feet.

Billy continued to press sloppy kisses into your neck and down your shoulder as his left hand crept around to your front, reaching between the delicate lace of your bra and skin to find your nipple. His fingers worked it, pinching and pulling lightly to elicit a moan from you, before squeezing your entire breast in his hand.

Meanwhile, his right hand moved downward, toying with the top of your panties as he kneeded your chest, only moving onward once you were pliably moaning in his arms. He stroked you over your panties a few times

“Already soaked for me. I know you’ve wanted me since your daddy first hired me and you laid those pretty eyes on me. But I didn’t know just how high and dry I was leaving you. Tell me, you ever think about me on those lonely nights while you’re using that thing?” he nodded toward the vibrator he left laying on the bed

You nodded in response, grinding your crotch down against his hand, hoping to feel some more friction in relief.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes Billy.”

“Yes what?” He slid his hand down your panties, hovering his fingers over your sensitive bud while he waited for your response.

“Yes –Oh god. Yes, I’ve thought about you when I touch myself.”

“Good girl.”

Finally, he began working his fingers against your clit, rubbing slow languous circles to tease and work you up.

“Oh god Billy.” you threw your head back against his chest as he picked up the pace

“Damnit, you sound so pretty moaning my name.” he growled in your ear “Tell me something…”

“Mmm yeah?”

“When you’re thinking about me, late at night, what are you thinking about?”

“Billy… I”

“C’mon now baby, don’t get all shy on me. Remember, I’ve heard you before. And I know you’re not shy with those other guys. So tell me. What have you thought about me?”

“Your… your hands Billy. Touching me just like this.”

“And?”

“And your mouth, all over me.”

“And?”

“And me, on my knees f – for you.”

“Well, I’m not about to stop you. Go ahead, if that’s what you want.”

You slowly turned to face him as he licked his lips into a smirk across his perfect face. Damn him and that cocky grin. If you weren't so desperately needy for him right now, you’d smack it right off his stupidly beautiful face.

Instead, you obeyed, taking your time to drop to your knees in supplication before him. You drew out the reach forward of your hands towards his thighs in an attempt to regain some control over him, to punish him just a little for how easily he was bending you to his will right now. 

His lust was obvious, straining against his perfectly tailored dress pants right in front of your face. You rubbed his clothed bulge a few times before finally bringing him some relief and freeing him from his pants.

Grasping him firmly, you gave him a few long strokes that made his eyes squeeze shut. They snapped open and met yours though when you wrapped your lips around him and took his cock down your throat in one swift motion.

“Damnit princess, I knew that smart mouth of yours could do a lot but this, I think, is a much better use of it, don’t you?”

You pulled back to say something smart-alicky, but he pushed you back down on his length via a hand placed at the base of your skull, before you could retort, keeping you in line just how he wanted you.

He grunted as he continued to hit the back of your throat. Just as suddenly as he made the noise, it disappeared. His quiet observance of your obedience resumed, the wet sounds of you sucking him off the only other noises in the room. 

His pace slowed, no longer guiding your skull in a steady rhythm as his pleasure caught up to him. Your throat became an anchor point for him to push you off before he could finish, his long fingers giving you just enough pressure to want more. 

“Show me.” he finally spoke

“What?”

He reached for the vibrator once more and held it out in front of you.

“Show me. Exactly how you touch yourself when you think of me.” he commanded

You felt the heat pooling in your cheeks as you took it from his hand and rose your feet.

His suit jacket found a home in the chair in the corner, followed by his tie, while you also rid yourself of the remaining pieces of fabric barely keeping you concealed from his gaze. Now totally bare except for the strappy pair of heels on your feet, you laid back on the bed and guided the toy between your spread legs. Keenly aware of just how closely his stare followed you while you moved, you pressed the button to turn it on to the lowest setting, letting the humming vibrations tickle your most sensitive area.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure began to build.

“Uh uh. Eyes on me.” he instructed

You opened your eyes to meet his piercing stare, now feeling even more vulnerable in front of him as you brought your other hand between your thighs, keeping the vibrator on your clit and pushing two fingers into your pussy. Pumping them in and out slowly in order to work yourself and him up, you noticed how he lurched forward, as if to help. But only for a split second before he was upright, facade of a man in charge back in tact while he reached down and began to fist his own cock.

“Tell me, pretty girl, what else do you think about me doing to you?”

“I think – Oh god. I think about riding you. How good… it’d feel.

Billy had a difficult time deciding where to focus his attention - the way your pussy looked so pretty being spread open and fucked by your fingers, the ethereal way your face looked as you brought yourself to ecstasy, or how intently your eyes met his, growing desperation to cum swirling behind them.

“I can’t decide princess, if I want to watch you finish like this, or make you be good and wait until my cock is inside you.”

You stifled back a beg and simply whimpered at his conundrum. You both knew what you really wanted was for him to fuck you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to beg for it. Not yet. Begging for it would be the ultimate victory for him and he’d never give you another inch of resistance against him as your bodyguard without bringing it up. 

Just as you thought you were going to come apart, Billy reached forward and pulled your hand away, the vibrator whiring in the air as your pussy clenched around your fingers, desperate for the release he denied you. You wanted to cry. You also wanted to cum.

“Did I give you permission to cum?” he asked

“Pfft. I need your permission now?” you sassed back

Whack.

His large hand came down in a swift swat to your pussy, the stinging sensation sent a jolt through your already sensitive bud, causing you to clench around your fingers once more.

“Yes. You do. Since I can’t get you to listen to me out there” he nodded towards the door, an action which brought your mind temporarily back to the situation at hand. You were laying naked in bed, about to beg the head of your private security detail to fuck you senssless. A man you loathed and we’re stuck with for the foreseeable future. No way this could end poorly.

“I might as well make you listen in here. Understand?”

His voice brought you back into the moment and your desire won the game of tug of war against your brain. You nodded in response.

Whack.

“What was that?”

“Yes Billy.”

“Good girl.”

You removed your fingers and turned off the vibrator, looking up at him with the most doe-like eyes you could give, waiting for his instructions.

“You think about riding me? Okay, I’ll give you what you want this time, but don’t get used to it.” he said as he climbed on the bed beside you.

Tugging at your waist, he guided you to hover over him. In another moment of trying to show him you still had some control in this situation, you swirled your hips a few times, running his length through your now soaking folds. 

He caught on to you right away, fingers pushing into your hips hard enough to ache in order to stop you from being able to move at all.

“Easy sweetheart.” he warned

He took it slowly, once he finally released a hand and guided himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to every inch before pushing further. 

Billy studied your face as you oriented yourself on his cock and once he was satisfied with how your eyes pinched shut in pleasure and your lips remained slightly parted in anticipation, he began to rock you. With less of a death grip this time, his hands moved your hips back and forth, until the two of you got in a rhythm and you took over.

“You know sweetheart, after listening to you all those nights, it’s nice to see just how pretty you look getting fucked. I knew you would.”

“Mmmm Billy.”

“I knew it would sound just as pretty when you moaned my name too. Go ahead, let me hear it again.”

“Oh god– Billy.” you whined again, feeling the nirvana of him all the way through your body.

You brought your hands to his chest to steady yourself as he began to thrust upward and meet your tempo, taut muscle under your fingertips like heated marble. 

Every thrust, every slap of sweaty skin, every grunt from his smug fucking mouth had you careening closer and closer to your edge.

“Billy– please. Please Billy, may I cum?”

‘Yeah princess, go ahead. Let me feel it…”

That was all it took for you to release, crying out over and over as you came undone, his name a symphony spilling from your lips.

Billy wasn’t far behind you, the way his face contorted a rare moment of vulnerability from him. He spilled inside you with a silent sigh then stilled beneath you.

Only for a moment though, until the mental fog cleared and his eyes met yours. A dark abyss. But not in the lascivious way they were earlier, in a way that felt vacant and void. 

And the next thing you knew, you were flat on your back in the bed and he was getting dressed in the corner of the room.

“I’m going to make my rounds. Do all my safety checks for the night.” 

He left you without another word as he walked into the hall and closed the bedroom door behind him.

[whats-she-gonna-post-next]

May I request Snowbugs?? With Tango realizing he likes his ex’s (Jimmy) ex (Scott)?

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Ngl, don't know how I messed up the ask thing here... sorry? I think? I'm very bad at Tumblr for someone who has been here 10+ years.

Anyways, I am also sorry this took so long. My brain would not let me write forsome reason e en though I adored this prompt. But here it is! Please enjoy these 854 words that too way too long to write!

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It was a random Tuesday in the middle of March when Tango realized.

He’d made what he could admit was a less than stellar joke that had somehow manage to catch Scott off guard and causing him to laugh and-

Tango was in trouble.

He could listen to that laugh all day, watch as mirth tugged up his lips, as cool blue eyes turned warm, a knowing sparkle that invited you into the joke-

Tango was in big trouble.

When Tango and Jimmy had broken up, he’d counted himself lucky - though perhaps not entirely unsuprised - that they had remained friends. Jimmy had, after all, a habit of remaining friends with exes. Something that had originally worried Tango at the beginning of their relationship, but was comforting when the two had mutually decided that being together just wasn’t in the cards for them, that no one in their friend group had to choose sides, and that he got to keep the news friends he had made through Jimmy.

Like Scott, who’s laugh was finally calming down, who was shifting, turning to face Tango more fully, causing a beam of sunlight to illuminate his cyan waves, creating a halo of light behind him.

Tango was in such big trouble.

“I’m going to go catch up with Cleo,” his voice is amused as he grins full force at the blond, “before you make me pass out due to lack of oxygen.”

Scott pats his shoulder as he move away from Tango before he could try to pul, himself together enough for a response, leaving him to watch him go, a blush high on his cheeks and his mouth hanging ever so slightly open.

Scott was, in a word, amazing.

Tango had always kinda known that was the case, but it was hitting him suddenly how great he was. He was kind, and funny, and cute, and-

And Jimmy’s ex.

Tango buries his burning face in his hands, a defeated kind of groan pulling itself from the depths of his chest.

“You good there, Tango?” A voice calls, and the moment gets worse, lifting his head to look into soft, sweet brown eyes.

“Hey Jimmy, yeah, I’m- I’m fine, promise.”

“That’s good,” he pauses, staring off into the crowd where Scott that disappeared, “he’s quite pretty, isn’t he?”

Tango jolts like he’s been shocked, staring wide eyed at Jimmy.

“Wh-what- what do you- I mean, like- objectively he- I-“ Tango’s words jumble in his mouth, coming out incomprehensible as the smirk on Jimmy’s face grows. He tries for a few more minutes before sighing, slumping with defeat, “I’m sorry, I know it’s weird.”

“Weird? How so?” Jimmy sounds so confused that for a moment, Tango forgets his reasoning.

“Because… well… he’s your ex? And I’m your ex? And like… isn’t there like… a code or something? That says I shouldn’t even be interested in him?”

Jimmy takes a moment to absorb the words before promptly bursting out laughing. Tango’s face burns a deeper red.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes between laughs, “I don’t mean to laugh it’s just, I forget sometimes, that you’re still pretty new to the group. You don’t know the lore yet.”

“The lore?” Tango asks, vaguely incredulously, “what do you mean *the lore*?”

Jimmy sat down beside him, bumping their shoulders together lightly as the laughter finally tappered off. It’s a familiar gesture, a casual touch that never failed to warm Tango, that Jimmy always used in place of a verbal ‘relax.’

“I really don’t mean to laugh at you,” he reaffirms, “it’s actually really sweet that you are worried about that, but it’s entirely unnecessary. It’s just that pretty much everyone in this group has an ex who’s dated another ex. Hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time one of my exes has dated Scott.”

Tango stares at him, mouth slightly agape. He tried to ask follow up questions , but all that came out of his mouth was a stuttered mess of vowels and consonants that had Jimmy off giggling again.

Eventually they both calmed down again, sitting beside each other in amicable silence for a few moment, catching their breath.

“I do get it,” Jimmy told him after a moment, “the idea of it does go against… a lot of societal norms, but it works for us.”

And in a way, Tango completely gets it. Everyone gets along, there is a general sense of compatibility and comfort. It had taken Tango a good bit of time when he and Jimmy first got together to get used to the general touchy-ness that came with simple hang outs. He could see why the lines might get blurred, how easily people fell together and apart. When he actually put some thought into it, it made sense, in a way.

“Is this your way of saying I have your blessing?” Tango asked, only mostly joking.

Jimmy smiled, soft and genuine, “If that’s what you need to hear, yeah, absolutely you have my blessing.”

Tango couldn’t pretend that didn’t relax him, just a little.

Maybe he wasn’t in as much trouble as he feared.

[teddynivvy]

🪺 anon again, your post had me kicking my feet gahh thank you for your pure genius writing

sending more teddy thoughts bc my brain has been so full and if anyone got me i know tumblr user teddynivvy got me 🙂‍↕️

recently been thinking about meeting ted in college (totally not indulgent as i’m about to graduate from it as we speak…) and majoring in something else but becoming friends thru other mutual friends or something. and there being instant sparks between the him and reader, but both are far too awkward to ever act on it. so they just pine in silence.

and as it gets closer to graduation, ted’s prepping his portfolio of film and photography stuff, only to realize, oh shit… so many of his photos are of them. like a striking amount. one could say muse level amounts. definitely more than just platonic feelings level amounts. but it’s all of his school work so it’s what he’s got to show.

graduation coming and reader finds his portfolio and being like wow. wow. and just a very tender moment of realization that perhaps he does like them back as much as they like him. and asking him about it only for him to very awkwardly defend himself, still convinced it’s one sided until he sees the big dopey smile on readers face.

anyhow. feel free to add to this but i wanted to share my current source of giggles and blushing. (:

noooo this is so adorable i fear :(

and yes i could just see it being like…. ted loves to take pictures of you and its not even like he’s trying to focus on you but there’s so many instances where it just makes sense. when you’re on a road trip adventure and the light hits your face so perfectly. in your dorm when you’ve fallen asleep reviewing notes. in the library when you’re typing away at an assignment and he’s watching you from across the desk and can’t help but want to capture the moment.

i could really see it being a series of little moments together that he compiles - he subconsciously wants to remember his feeling in the moment, how it felt to be with you. and you would always tease him about taking pictures of you, so there’s a ton of throwaways where your hand is in front of the camera or you’re turning away. but when he sees them all laid out before him to submit to his prof, he doesn’t know what you’re gonna think. especially because he knows you’ll wanna see what he submits, he’s been talking about it all semester.

it’s late when he invites you over, but you’re just down the hall, so it’s not unusual. when you knock on the door, he feels his heart leap into his throat because this is the moment where he tells you. where he has to be honest.

and you’re there in your sweatpants and one of his college sweaters he left in your room months ago, that you’ve been avoiding giving back. he invites you in, and you immediately come to the desk, where you see tons of pictures of all the moments you’ve had together over the past few months.

and there really isn’t much to say when you look up at him - a blushing mess, attempting to defend himself (poorly), but there’s too much evidence. pictures of you in every moment, doing mundane things, and he knows it’s because he just had to capture you.

and the kiss is perfect, plush lips against plush lips as he deepens it, two hands around the sides of your face as he pulls you in closer and closer. he tastes of toothpaste and smells like his shampoo, and you take it in as just him. ted who you’ve had a crush on for months, who finally made his move.

[lupeloto]

hi! it’s tag game tuesday🎉 thank you to @energievie @mickeysgaymom @scurvgirl @lingy910y @tanktopgallavich for the tag!!

name: laurel🌿

age: 20

how many hours of sleep did you get last night? around 6-7, which is better than my usual 5😴

which do you use more: tumblr mobile or desktop? mobile. okay listen... my tumblr screentime for the week on my phone is embarrassingly high and i am writing this on desktop soooo i dont even wanna know what the combined times would be...

if you were a crayon, what color would you be? i asked my friends and most of them said lavender/purple💜

a song you put on every playlist: probably “Horses” by Maggie Rogers and/or “Need You” by Penny & Sparrow 🎶🎶

favorite holiday: halloween always!🎃🦇 i love all things spooky

something on your bucket list: finish any of my WIPs ever

you’re invited to a costume party, what are you dressing up as? hmmm depends but probably one of my favorite movie characters bc i’m a film nerd😌

what show takes up the most space in your brain? well hear me out...it changes a lot but the things that are always there no matter what? Shameless and Supernatural (this is a cry for help🤠)

and finally, share something you’re looking forward to: louis tomlinson concert in july and 5sos concert in september!🕺

i’m gonna tag some old peeps and some new mutuals!! @transmickey @vintagelacerosette @francesrose3 @heymrspatel @gardenerian @grossmickey @twinklyylights @bawlbrayker @thefairytail @golden28s @swiftfootedachilles @sleepyfacetoughguy @juliakayyy @such-a-barbarian and anyone else who sees this and wants to particpate, please do :-D

[lingy910y]

Tag Game Tuesday

woohoo it's interacting with the mutuals time! tagged by @energievie & @deedala

name: ling

age: 16

how many hours of sleep did you get last night? 8 👍

which do you use more: tumblr mobile or desktop? mobile even though it crashes all the time

a hobby you’d like to pick up: cooking LOL

if you were a crayon, what color would you be? red

what was your average screen time last week? at least 10 hrs (listen idk what else to do T_T)

a song you put on every playlist: the only playlists i have are ship-specific and i try to put unique songs on each of them, so idk

favorite holiday: i don't rly celebrate any of them, but ig Chinese New Year :3

something on your bucket list: go to a concert for the first time in my life

you’re invited to a costume party, what are you dressing up as? i wanna cosplay! i wanna go as chiaki nanami from danganronpa

what show takes up the most space in your brain? whatever is my current hyperfixation and it has been...*checks watch* shameless for the last year. i've learned that i can't help it so i gotta let it take its course <3

and finally, share something you’re looking forward to: literally nothing. but uh, maybe reading more books this summer?

tagging @lupeloto, @michellemisfit, @juliakayyy, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @too-schoolforcool, @vintagelacerosette, @heymrspatel, @mmmichyyy, @tanktopgallavich & @softmick

[harpsicalbiobug]

Making a list of friends to invite to my birthday and my brain keeps saying: "you should invite your tumblr mutuals!"

[a-sweet-sour-dip-lemon]

Since I see so many introduction posts on other (very cool) blogs, ig I could do one aswell?

Good day to all my beautiful creatures drifting through the tumblr-time-space-continuum,

Name's ✨️Nour✨️ aka ♣️Monashka♣️ (at least on this website),

Im queer and use all pronouns,

And can be considered a big fan of Steven Universe/Amphibia/Owl House/Not so shoujo love story/My derelict favourite/Centaurworld/Potc/Httyd and a lot more, doesn't matter Animation/Series/Webtoons... just a lot (u can always ask me what else, getting my daily brain exercise)

I am also a keen defender of jellyfish, but thats another story...

Also Amanda in LWA is my spiritual twin, you cannot fight me on this

I also really enjoy poetry (esp. gloomy ones to cure my ongoing identity crisis), either my own or from others and before anyone points out: " 🤓👉um grammatically this is wrong bla bla bla...," I know smartypants. Trust me I know.

However, i get a pass cuz english is not my first language. I've just watched way to much Bridgerton and Derry Girls (oh and winx, thats how I learned most of it). You would be blown away by how smart I am in german 😛

Oh and before I forget:

Don't even try asking me my age, - I will never share it - since as an omnipresent Eldritch Being I've lost count a long time ago, however, I'm someone a human would consider an adult, not a minor. (but thats no invitation to start harassing me darlings, cuz I will kick your ass if you're a creep towards me or my mutuals)

Anyway I am always open to talk or to make new friends/mutuals, I'll take you all under my wing :]

(Also, I've noticed I swear a lot. Just-you know- a little heads up.)

Now go, have fun, be kind and don't let the homophobes get to you dearest 💖

[cherubispunk]

Grogu and I have been having a catch up over tea. And it got me thinking. You know what I really love about this site? THE thing that keeps me here and keeps this hellscape going? The fact that I can re-blog another persons post so all my fellow internet girlies (gn) can see it too! Isn’t that neat? I know I bloody love it!

So…why don’t other people?

I know you’ve probably heard people go on and on and on about the importance of re-blogging. It gets a little boring hearing content creators ask and ask for re-blogs. Like…

Yes.

BUT — and here’s the real kicker, it really (and I mean REALLY) helps. What you’ve heard is 100% true. No Bullshit. No lies to get our work recognised. It keeps fandom going. It engages both writers and readers. It shows us that you appreciate what we do. It really isn’t much time out of your day. It’s two buttons to press at most. You can say what you really liked about it if you want. All I’m asking is that you consider that instead of (or as well as) liking a post.

That fic was well written? Why not give it a re-blog? That piece of art and the colours and the style was just brain melting? Hell yeah, why not, I’ll share that. The moots are gonna love it! THAT GIFSET? I short circuited. You know, I SHALL RE-BLOG TO SHARE THE BRAINROT!

Not only does it bring traction to writers. It brings traction to YOU.

Yeah!

YOU!

You wonderful human being.

It gains the attention of the content creator. Of the fandom as a whole. It’s how you make connections. How you make friends and mutuals. Through the gift of re-blogging.

Not to mention it can be a little disheartening when you pour your soul into something for it to hit a brick wall. It’s a bit like throwing a rock into a well and not hearing anything at the bottom. It gets lost to the void. And let me tell you, as someone who’s been on this website for YEARS, tumblr is the void of all voids.

I promise, people won’t judge you for what you put on your blog. It’s YOUR blog. It belongs to you! (That doesn’t mean you can be rude though. This is not an invitation to spread hate speech about individuals or groups of people)

Anyway, I’m not trying to preach to you. I’m not trying to be difficult. But it REALLY REALLY makes all the difference to ANY content creator. Engage with your content creators and they will engage with you. Thank you for reading this and to those who do reblog: thank you from the very bottom of my heart! 💕💕💕

tldr: re-blogs benefit YOU and CONTENT CREATORS.

[gatalentan]

YOU ARE BACK OMG i’ve missed your abbott posts so much 😭😭😭 any work wives headcanon to feed us today? 🥺🥺🥺

I didn't go anywhere! I got put in Tumblr jail and they took my ask box for two weeks 🙃 so nothing I posted appeared in any tags fhsjshsjaj. But i'm here and I'm queer and work wives still have complete grip on my brain.

God that's a big question lol. Ok, so I don't remember if I've posted this on here before but have spoken about it with my friends, but I headcanon that, because she's such a good cook, nobody ever asks Melissa over to their house for dinner because they're too intimidated they'll be judged - which is a pretty common thing for people who are professional chefs experience, and something a family friend of ours who was a chef experienced all the time. Obviously she's not a professional chef, but food is such a big Thing for her that I could definitely see that being a relateable issue . For her food is love and that also goes the OTHER way, but she rarely gets to experience it because everyone just assumes she'll cater, if they're gonna be eating - but who doesn't like to be taken care of once in a while, y'know? So I can imagine early in their friendship, Barbara off-handly inviting Melissa over for a family barbecue on the 4th of July or for a double date with Joe or for her birthday or something, and Barbara remembering something Melissa mentioned enjoying before and makes that for her. And Melissa being really like, overenthusiastically touched by it to a degree Barbara doesn't understand, because she thinks it's not as good as a Melissa would've done it, and it's just dinner, it's just chicken or something, but it's an "oh you actually really like me not just tolerate me, this is mutual respect" moment, and an "oh, you remembered that, you've been listening". Like "oh you're not just interested in me because I'm useful" which is something I think she deliberately does. Makes herself a Swiss Army knife so people let her stick around, y'know? That's why she wields being resourceful and knowing a guy like armour. But it's a reminder that they can relax around each other and just be, that they're equals and peers and friends. and so food not only becomes important to them shared around their lunch table in the teachers' lounge, but at their homes, too, and that's part of how their lives start knitting together.

[ceebit]

okay let me do my new year post now bc i will most definitely be dragged out to party and then promptly pass out 😭

2022 has been a rough year for me, emotionally and physically. i went through a lot this year, academically, personally, mentally—by far one of the worst years i’ve ever pocketed. without getting into details, i hit my lowest point. and not to sound like that, but through kpop i found hope again. like a temporary crutch of sorts.

i joined kpopblr four months ago on september 19th! this blog hit its 4 month mark on the 19th this month, and while i didn’t openly celebrate that milestone on here, i took the time to sit back and really look on how my life has changed since then.

i’ve made so many good memories. and with those memories, i’ve met so many good people here. people that deserve more than the world for being friendly faces (despite not seeing y’all lmao) during my up and coming days. so i gotta shout y’all out because i wouldn’t be as comfortable in this space without u all.

@wonwooridul @seungkwan-s : the first official friends i made here. none of this would have been possible without u two !!! i love u both so so much please. 🤍🤍🤍

@hansolz : for giving me an invite to the caratblr server ): we don’t talk as much but never got to express how grateful i was (and still am) for opening that door for me. i really can’t thank u enough <3

@ the caratblr server : ik im the worst at being active in there but i’m so so happy to be there. being exposed to so many talented creators from writers to giffers and all those in between—it’s been so much fun getting to know u all (from the times i remember discord exists, at least 😭)

@minghao-s : rose my kpop lighthouse………. u are literally the reason behind everything here. i think fondly on that two hour boy group introduction a lot. thank u for taking the time to guide me through all of that. and for taking ur time with me ??? my memory is NOT the best and i do be forgetting things, but thank u for pulling and knocking sense into me ^_^ and ultimately being 1/2 mutuals who like to actively plot my k-demise…..

@wuahae : cat beloved </3 i had to mention the reason why there’s a significant sunwoo shaped crater in my skull. u are at fault for my recent lack of sleep and lack of appropriate decorum during the waking hours. (affectionate) jokes aside thank u for tbz infodumping at odd hours of the night and indulging in my relentless questions <333 hope u get ur vampire media one day 🫶🏽

and to rest my beloveds : @txtkids @caratonce/@silvmoonsky @haylo4ever/@dokyeomblr @haylo4ever @huiranghaes @naptimed @otlwoozi @theloserphenomenon @aceofvernons @woosanhui @98linerz @strawberri-uyu (and if you’re not here i’m so sorry 😭) thank you for filling my dash and literally making tumblr worthwhile each time i long on. my experience woukdnt be the same without y’all. love u all to the moon and back <3

to my readers : you are the reason i create!! the reason i find inspiration to continue to write. thank you for the endless tags and asks and reblogs and comments and everything. if i could hug all 800+ of u, i would. squeezing u all with so so so much love thru this screen. <333

and to my anons : thank you for some of the funniest moments i’ve ever seen in my life. you all r the reason the ask function was made. even if you haven’t come off anon, just know that i cherish each and every single ask you’ve sent to me—responded or not. (terribly sorry if i haven’t, tho… sometimes my brain tricks me into thinking i already have 🥲) hopefully some of you gain the courage to reveal yourselves so we can be friends :)

okay let me wrap this up before i start crying. tmrw starts a whole new year of kpop for me and all of you. here’s to more writings, creations, laughter, and good memories to come.

with love, from (hopefully) your favorite joshua-changbin-sunwoo juyeon-and-now-hongjoong enthusiast,

cece <3

[chaoticgeminate]

Kinktober 2022 - Day Eight

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You're a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn't expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven't even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I'm feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: None, just mega fluff and implied smut! These two are the softest 💙

Interlude (941)

Javi’s day was taken up by phone meetings with the studio that picked up his newest project, you hadn’t been able to follow every little bit of what he’d told you was happening because of how quickly he was rushing to get ready, and you decided to take the day and write as many drabbles as you could to post for your mutuals and readers online. Why he had to do all this on a Saturday you would never really know, you had thought it would be handled by people with a nine-to-five schedule Monday through Friday but evidently you were wrong.

So, writing it was.

There wasn’t much point working on your novel, still far ahead of schedule and unable to look at the sex scene without cringing, so in a spur of the moment bit of fuck it energy you’d reached out to your fellow conspirator in all things sexy -your darling Tumblr wife- and asked her to read over your slowly developing rough draft to get her opinion on the sex scene.

The professional editors that you’d sent it to had all been very vocally approving, it made the scene “more widely acceptable” in its symbolic nature versus a descriptive nature, but when you’d pushed back with the reminder that this series was meant to be darker and grittier and dirtier than what you’d already published they had tried to claim it would ruin book sales.

Maxie had tried to push you to conforming but you just couldn’t do it.

The rougher, harsher, pace and more descriptive sex scene felt integral to showcase the characterization of the male lead through the eyes of his female partner.

Why was it so hard to publish through a company?

The idea of cutting ties and self-publishing was starting to look really appealing. Especially with the information you had from the convention panel.

You grumbled and returned to your tablet where a blank page was waiting for you, opening up Tumblr on your phone and grinning at the shower of notifications, and it may have taken an hour to get through all the well wishes for a good vacation that you spotted a reblog from Amigo-con-cage of your vacation announcement.

‘You deserve a vacation, constantly providing us with immaculate stories, have a good time!’

Whoever this reviewer was you appreciated them, a lot, always offering support and kindness on just about everything you posted; you’d tried to invite them to your Discord server with your closest mutuals but they’d refused. Which was fine, you hadn’t pressed and they’d said the invitation was very sweet but they were too shy.

Shooting them a DM to thank them, mentioning you were indeed having a great time and that you appreciated their sweet message, all your focus went back to your tablet where you debated making Joaquin the subject of the random kinktober bites you were plotting. All your content for him had slowed to a grinding stop when Javi had asked you out, the only fic you were still writing for him was the series that wasn’t quite done yet, and until you talked to him about your hobbies… it felt weird to think about posting another update.

But that meant admitting to Javi you were writing smut content about him, since the film was based off his actual life and events that actually happened.

Whoreno hours it was, you decided instead.

Tapping away at your Bluetooth keyboard as you lounged on the padded bench under the shade of the gazebo, a double walled bottle of water and a chilled drink beside you, the drabble turned story began to come together easily enough to your relief. By the time you’d finished giving it a read over, making the post, and then scheduling said post for the correct day a few hours had passed and you were starting to feel peckish.

Checking the time, glad to know you had managed to work through most of the hours Javi was supposed to be busy with calls, you stretched out and let the warmth wash over you for just a little longer before deciding you could get a little something to munch on and maybe check in with Javi to see if he needed anything.

Snagging some of your favorite snacks, since Javi had insisted on them being stocked for you while you were here, a genius idea crossed your mind before you dialed Lorna about good takeaway in the area.

One order from a place called Agave later, to be delivered by eight or so, you began throwing together everything you needed for a movie night in the private theater and set up the most amazing blanket fort with a massive grin on your face. It was perfect and Javi was in for the biggest surprise ever, he’d spoiled you rotten so you were absolutely returning the favor.

You remembered him mentioning he’d never made a blanket fort before so it was time to remedy that.

“Solecita, what is-“ He came in about ten minutes after dinner had arrived and you’d set up the theater room with fairy lights and had the movie queued up, and your giggle made him look at you as you tugged him to get into the fort with you.

“Blanket fort! Figured we could watch some movies-“ He cut you off with a kiss and you yelped when he pinned you to the cushions you’d set down, one of his big hands holding your hip as the other held him up a little, and dinner was forgotten when he pulled your underwear down your legs and decided to start with dessert.

All Fics Taglist: @hardc0rehaylz @wordsnwhiskey @pagannightwitch @radiowallet @musings-of-a-rose @amneris21 @trickstersp8 @practicalghost @rominaszh @alwaysdjarin @alexxavicry

Just Pedro Taglist: @maievdenoir @beecastle @littlemisspascal @writeforfandoms @AynsleyWalker @lovesbiggerthanpride @mswarriorbabe80

Alt Taglist: @imtryingmybeskar @fan-of-encouragement @grogusmum @sizzlingcloudmentality @deadhumourist @prostitute-robot-from-the-future

Kinktober Only: @nicolethered @katareyoudrilling

[nightshadeowl]

I think when we first started interacting with each other, it was on twt and you had less than like. 300 followers? And I very vividly remember my first impression being. Seeing your posts and thinking “what the hell, how did this person slip under the radar, they’re super sweet, funny, and talented”

Current impression is fairly similar in a way? Where like. You’ve gotten a lot more credit for your work and it seems like more ppl in the community have noticed how chill you are to be around! Which is awesome! But I still think you still deserve more attention. (some could argue im biased but I do genuinely believe any extra appreciation coming your way is 10000% earned and the fact that it has yet to arrive can be mostly blamed on The Algorithm™️ not giving you a chance to shine, lol)

I'm almost certain you guys were my very first Hermittwt mutual and I'm still so happy you found your way to Tumblr as well!!

Honestly, it's nuts how fast I've grown- and a little part of me still balks at how nuts it is that I've grown at all- but it's a special thing to have you and other friends around who've been with me for the journey thus far. (I appreciate every single one, but still, knowing somebody's believed in you before it all is big.) I appreciate the appreciation very very much :D

I still think you've got the smartest takes around. Something about your perspective(s) is just so fascinating and inviting and I'd love to pick your brain sometime and/or just plain talk about stuff if I could figure out where to even start. (By the way, if you ever wanna DM me or want my Discord, you're more than welcome.) Vous êtez chers á moi, Jester.

[sarcasticfina]

I posted 2,616 times in 2022

18 posts created (1%)

2,598 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@absentlyabbie

@fullmetalfisting

@sarah-yyy

@holypiercednipplesbatman

I tagged 2,606 of my posts in 2022

#queue queue ca choo - 2,532 posts

#[text] - 746 posts

#series: 911 - 307 posts

#tv: 911 - 293 posts

#[twitter] - 229 posts

#otp - 225 posts

#eddie diaz - 181 posts

#evan buckley - 180 posts

#light of my life - 134 posts

#buddie - 107 posts

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#tho i find indigenous to be a very large umbrella depending on what country of origin we're talking about

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I wanted to congratulate you on quitting! I know it’s a scary thing to go through but you will be so much happier in the long run! And I really hope your next job is one you love 💛

ref post

thank you! <3

this is 5 months late, but i just wanted to let everyone know that quitting really was the best thing i've ever done. the sheer amount of relief i had at leaving an incredibly toxic working environment that was just filled with a lot of lateral violence and an abusive manager. i sometimes miss my coworkers and the clients, but how i felt 5 months ago, not just about my job but about life in general, is vastly different to how i feel today.

i found a wonderful job that i love, that i'm good at, and that has just embraced me whole-heartedly. it's supportive, the work is fulfilling, and my team of coworkers and management are all fantastic. it helps too that i got a $5 raise, which means that i can comfortably pay my bills, create a safety cushion, and send money to my sister who has been dealing with a lot of medical issues.

my head is clearer and i'm feeling so, so good about the transition. it was scary as hell to walk away from a job i'd been doing for 4.5 years but it was so worth it and i'm so grateful that i did.

20 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

fic: i'm not yours (but i can be for a night) category: harry potter ship: hermione granger/james potter rating: explicit/nc-17 prompt: pictured above tags: marauders!era; friends with benefits; first time word count:  9,806

preview:

Hermione reached an elbow over and bumped his. "What did you want to ask me?"

"Uh…" A flush filled James' face. "It's kinda personal. I probably shouldn't."

Hermione's eyes narrowed curiously. "How personal?"

"Just… I guess I was wondering if I was the only one in our year that hasn't… That's still…" He glanced at her and then away. "Everyone I know has already had, uh…"

"Sex?" Hermione couldn't help a beat of surprise. "You haven't then?"

"Have you?" he blurted nervously.

Hermione watched the pink fusing his cheeks turn even darker. "No."

read more: ao3 ↳ please try to leave a comment / kudos!

23 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#3

i've been on tumblr for like a decade or so now, and for the most part that's been a good experience. i stick to my fandoms and my mutuals and i write my fic. every once in a while, discourse wanders my way and i get to decide to engage or not. i have no interest in engaging currently. the very idea of arguing with people over something we either love or hate in opposing fashion sounds and is exhausting. so, i fully invite anyone who just doesn't like or agree with me to block me. it doesn't have to be deep. we like/think/want/feel different things and there's this nifty option to never see/hear from each other again that can only improve both of our lives. so like... do that. ✌️

36 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

finally quit a job that was sucking the life out of me

62 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this whole time i thought blorbo was another fandom ya’ll were in and not a term of endearment for characters you like. that word scrapes the soft tissue of my brain. it makes me think of minions and my feral little mind wants to ritualistically sacrifice it to a pagan god.

180 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[withahappyrefrain]

ask you anything?

Talk about one of your crushes/ask for advice

I met this guy over the summer. It was irl in a museum aka no apps and no mutual friends. We reconnected in the winter. He asked for my number, he invited me to 2 concerts. He works in my city (half remote/half not) but doesn’t live in my city. Then he left for Christmas. I’m the worst texter, but he’s been really easy going about it. My school work (and anxiety and responsibilities and job and stuff and tumblr just make it feel super hard - but I haven’t told him all that) takes up a lot of my brain space and focus - that much I think he’s figured out. He got back for Christmas and just seems super distant and not as interested. On top of that I can’t tell if he wanted to be friends or more than friends - he never called anything a date…

What would you have done differently? What could I do moving forward?

Also he’s great, we have lots of common interests, he seems rather thoughtful and considerate, we have a shared sense of humour, he’s not phased by being teased

Anywho…I’m gonna present that this was an awkward exposure of my guts.

First off, this is so cute!

I'm the type of person to be like "hey you're cute, lets exchange numbers" but that's bc my anxiety causes me to run on a "fuck we ball" mentality.

I'm not going to be lik "oh tell him how you feel!' because that shit is hard. If you're able to great! If not, zero pressure.

Maybe reaching out and saying things like "want to go out with me tonight?" Or "I like when we spend time together. Like really like it." You can also ask him if he's seeing anyone or even just being like "hey, where do you see this going?"

I hope this was helpful I'm rooting for y'all