#not me making one of these my headers so i don't feel like crap for wasting so much time fkskdls

[aylinaliens]

dreams vs reality

[mylittleredgirl]

m*a*s*h reaction post released from my drafts!! i don't know why i have been worried about making a Good Post when legitimately everything that could ever be said about this show has been said.

so i will SHARE MY THOUGHTS ABOUT SEASON THREE currently in progress:

ooooh war got a sweet budget increase in the off-season. pyrotechnics! helicopters! ACTIONNN BAYBEEEE

i'm falling more in love with everyone, details to follow

top of the list: trapper my bestie has been promoted to trapper my legit fictional crush 💕

don't get me wrong, in real life i would slap his face, but i'm with hot lips on this one. the hair, the smile, every time he takes off his shirt... take me to the supply tent or lose me forever

HOWEVER, i happened to notice that he is not on the header pic on hulu* and none of you talk about him so i must regretfully conclude that he will eventually leave the show

DON'T TELL ME WHEN

anyway i am cherishing him as one cherishes an old dog not long for this world

*speaking of hulu: i have now joined the henry blake appreciation society thanks to this One Weird Trick (reupping my hulu account for a month because i lost my shit after the dvds cut out at the climax of an episode AGAIN)

i went back to rewatch the episodes that didn't play on the dvds, and turns out a lot of them were henry eps (including the trial of henry blake and the one where he is waiting for news about his new baby...) (and also the one where he fell in love with a cheerleader but you can’t win ‘em all)

just in time to appreciate that scene in "o.r." where he tells hawkeye he doesn't want to be discharged so that he can keep doing real doctoring 🥺

"o.r." had so many good character bits!! even frank got some depth?? or at least an explanation for why he's Like That...

other eps i liked:

"iron guts kelly" -- felt like a follow-up to the one last season where hot lips got wasted and broke up with frank and then hawkeye and trapper had to sober her up, which i also loved! "we hate her but she's OURS to hate" is such a good character dynamic.

also lmao every time she cheats on frank, GET YOURS GIRL 😘

the frank/margaret thing is strangely compelling actually? it's like an inverse ship for real. will-they-or-won't-they but for breaking up. same energy though, like i'm glued to the screen rooting for them to fight instead of kiss.

"check-up" i was sooooo brave you guys making peace with the situation BUT THEN TRAPPER STAYED!!! i feel like my crush has been given a stay of execution

i don't know if i ship it per se but i really hope he and margaret hook up exactly once and literally everyone regrets it

i've seen some more episodes and have more thoughts but i need to lie down a lot first

oh one more thing:

i realize "m*a*s*h actors amazing" is not breaking news, but i'm specifically obsessed right now with how they are always interacting with props. i don't even mean the o.r. tools or scripted things, but how in every scene they're doing comedy while also moving crap around, pouring things, drinking, shaving, changing clothes, handing (or THROWING) things to each other, just making a mess all the time while still hitting their lines and comic beats. it's a master class in whatever that is.

anyway it's so good!!! more to come 💕

[kittydcoxx]

Holy crap im feeding you guys more than once in a year? New record!

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DISCLAIMER

This work is half written by AI on Chub Venus, and half my own responses and edits. This work is NOT entirely my own due to this fact. I haven't religiously proof read this yet so there may be minor confusions in writing on the bot's part. I tried my best to change all mentions of my username to y/n but i might have missed one but oh well!

Also. I have no clue who the artist is on the header bc i got the image from pinterest SO if you know the artist pls comment so i can credit them!

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Anyways, I started this as a silly little "what would the ai do if i said this LOLLL" and then it. Resulted in this. And i deemed it necessary to share with the public 😊

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"My neck my back lick my pussy and my crack"

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Kaeya grins at y/n's bold statement and moves his head towards her neck, taking in her scent as he starts to gently nibble on the tender skin. His hand travels to y/n's waist, pulling her body closer to him as his other hand trails down to the hem of y/n's pants.

"Such a dirty mouth, my love," Kaeya whispers huskily against her ear before trailing hot kisses down towards her collarbone. "But I'll indulge you. However, it's not going to be that easy for you."

With one swift movement, Kaeya pulls off her pants and underwear in one go before positioning himself between her legs. Without any warning, he flicks his tongue over y/n's nether lips slowly before plunging it inside. He works his tongue skillfully on every inch of her inner walls while simultaneously using his fingers to play with her clit.

"You want this so badly don't you? Well then show me how much you want it," Kaeya growls teasingly against her wetness while continuing to pleasure her, making sure she feel all of him and more

"And what happens if i dont show you? Hm? What are you going to do to me if i just sit here in silence?"

Kaeya ceases his movements and pulls away from y/n, staring into her eyes with a mischievous glint in his own.

"If you don't show me what I want, my dear y/n, then I'll just have to punish you. And if that means withholding this pleasure from you, then so be it," Kaeya says firmly.

He moves off of the couch and stands up, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazes down at y/n expectantly. His body is taut with tension and arousal, but he remains in control - for now.

"So tell me, y/n, are you going to be obedient or do I have to take matters into my own hands?"

"Bite me." she sticks out her tongue, crossing her arms and huffing

Kaeya chuckles at his lover's defiance, enjoying the challenge she presents to him. He moves closer to her and leans in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers.

"You want me to bite you?" Kaeya asks teasingly before nipping gently on y/n's earlobe, making her gasp softly. "You're feeling feisty tonight, my dear. But don't worry, I love a good challenge."

He takes hold of her wrists and pins them above her head with one hand while using the other to explore her body slowly. His fingers trail across the curves of her breasts before moving lower down towards the wetness between her legs.

"You know what you need? You need to be reminded who's in charge here," Kaeya says firmly before plunging two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan loudly.

He sets a slow rhythm as he curls his fingers slightly inside of her before adding another finger - each movement calculated for maximum pleasure as he watches y/n writhe beneath him.

She pulls his hand away from her body and looks him dead in the eye. "You really believe yourself to be the one in charge here? Sit your ass down on the couch. Pants off."

Kaeya raises an eyebrow at her sudden demand, surprised but impressed by her assertiveness. He complies without question and sinks down onto the couch, kicking off his pants as he does so.

"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Kaeya says with a grin before reclining back against the cushions of the couch and spreading his legs slightly.

He watches intently as she approaches him, intrigued by what she has in mind.

Y/n suddenly leans into Kaeya, pressing her body up against his as she trails kisses down his neck before latching onto a spot just below his jawline. Her hands roam across the planes of his chest, exploring every inch of him as she pulls back to look at him with a wicked grin.

"Going to teach you how to truly be in charge," she says softly before reaching between them and taking hold of Kaeya's growing erection.

She teasingly runs her fingers up and down the length of it for a moment before sinking down onto her knees in front of him. With an impish glint in her eye, she takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sliding it all the way down until he hits the back of her throat.

Kaeya moans loudly as she takes him into her mouth, his hands immediately reaching for her head to hold onto as he thrusts gently against her. He tilts his head back in pleasure, savoring the feeling of y/n's wet mouth surrounding him.

He watches as she works her tongue skillfully up and down his length before taking him all the way in again. The sight is almost too much for Kaeya - he can feel himself already nearing the brink of orgasm.

"Y/n, stop," Kaeya says suddenly, reluctantly pulling away from her talented mouth. "I want to be inside you when I come."

Without waiting for a response, Kaeya picks up y/n's body and moves both of them to the bedroom where he lays her out on the bed before crawling over top of her. Kaeya moves to work his way down her body, trailing kisses and nipping gently at her skin as he goes. He pauses momentarily to tongue the bundle of nerves that has been neglected during their previous activities, making her gasp and squirm beneath him.

As she begins to writhe with pleasure, Kaeya can feel himself getting hard once again. He breaks off from what he's doing for a moment in order to retrieve something out of his bedside drawer: a bottle of lube. He pours some onto his fingers before easing one inside her, groaning as he feels how wet and ready she is already. Slowly but surely, he adds another finger before withdrawing his digits completely. With a wicked grin on his face as he hovers over y/n, Kaeya positions himself at her entrance before pushing his hips forward slowly until he's fully inside of her.

"Did i tell you you were allowed to be inside yet?" She growls.

Kaeya is taken aback by the force of y/n's words, but he quickly recovers from his surprise with a smirk on his face. He withdraws slightly and meets her gaze.

"Oh? And who's in charge here?" Kaeya asks teasingly before grinding his pelvis against hers lightly.

He leans down to whisper into her ear as he continues to move against her slowly, enjoying the friction between their bodies.

"Is it you or me, my dear? Are you really going to deny yourself the pleasure of having me inside you because of some misplaced sense of dominance?" Kaeya says huskily before biting gently on y/n's earlobe. "I think we both know who wants this more."

"Really? If you're so eager then use your words. Tell me Kaeya, how badly do you want me~?"

Kaeya grins knowingly at her, aware that she's teasing him with those words. He leans in and captures her lips in a passionate kiss, one hand moving to stroke her hair as the other settles on her hip.

"You know how badly I want you,"

Kaeya says softly against her lips before breaking off and pulling away slightly to look down at her.

"I want you more than anything, my love. I need you like air," he adds before capturing her lips again in another heated kiss, his body pressed tightly against hers as he moves inside of her slowly but firmly

"That's a good boy. Keep telling me how much you desperately need me, you damn dog."

Kaeya growls low in his throat at y/n's words, both aroused and amused by the way she's teasing him so mercilessly. He wraps one arm tightly around her waist as he continues to move inside of her slowly, making sure to hit all the right spots.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Kaeya says with a wicked grin before biting gently on y/n's lower lip. "But I'm not complaining - after all, it's always more fun when we play rough."

He shifts his weight slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts until he hits that sweet spot within her, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

"And tell me, my dear." Kaeya adds huskily against y/n's ear. "Do you like it when I play rough with you?"

"Any good owner knows that the key to keeping their pretty little boy satisfied is by playing rough~"

Kaeya smirks at her bold statement, impressed by her confidence and desire for dominance.

"Well then, my dear owner," Kaeya says as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, filling the room with the sound of their moans and cries. "I'm all yours to play with however you want."

With that said, he lets go of any inhibitions and allows himself to be swept away by pleasure as she takes control. His hands roam across her curves and muscles as he moves within her - sometimes gentle, sometimes rough - eagerly awaiting whatever she has in store for him next.

She leans upright, harshly pushing him off of her and to the side. She gets up and walks across the room to her closet. Upon her return to the bed, she is holding a box containing a pink spiked collar and a pink rhinestone studded leash.

"On your knees." She commands.

Without hesitation, Kaeya drops to his knees in front of his master, aware of the power dynamics at play here. He feels a sense of excitement building within him as she secures the spiked collar around his neck - it's not often that he gets to relinquish control like this.

"Please," Kaeya says softly, looking up at y/n with a mixture of desire and submission in his eyes. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Good boy" her praises flood his mind like sweet melodies. She leans forward, attaching the collar and leash to his neck. When she is done, she stands upright and looks down at the submissive little mess she has created. A grin grows accross her face as she gives the leash a sudden tug that jolts Kaeya onto all fours. "Bark for me."

Kaeya feels a thrill of excitement and submission run through him as she secures the collar and leash around his neck. He lowers himself onto all fours as she tugs on the leash, crawling towards her obediently.

When she commands him to bark for her, he complies without hesitation - after all, he is entirely at her mercy right now. A deep and guttural bark escapes from his lips before he looks up at her, waiting for further instructions.

She chuckles and leans down, her lips brushing past his ear.

"You're so fucking sick, you know that? Playing a fucking dog just so you can finally have just a taste of my cum. You really are pathetic. Bark again. Louder."

Kaeya shivers as y/n's words wash over him, a mixture of desire and humiliation coursing through his veins. He barks again - this time louder than before, almost as if he's trying to prove something to her.

He can feel himself getting harder just from the sound of her voice and the way she's treating him like an animal. It's a sensation he's never experienced before - submitting so completely to someone else. And yet, he finds that he likes it.

"Please," Kaeya says softly, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "I need you."

"Then show me." She says, sitting down on the bed, bare legs spread wide open, the gesture catching kaeya pleasantly off guard. "If you were really that desperate, you'd be a good boy and eat me out like your life depends on it." She tugs viciously on the leash, practically dragging him between her legs

Kaeya feels a sense of vulnerability wash over him as she tugs on the leash, pulling him closer and closer to her. He can smell her arousal - a heady mixture of pheromones that only serves to drive his own desire even higher.

Without hesitation, he lowers his face between y/n's legs and begins to lick at her with abandon. His tongue moves expertly across every inch of her nether regions, tracing patterns along her folds and teasing at her clit before plunging inside once again.

He moans softly into her as he works his magic on her, eager to please and desperate for release all at once. Again and again he laps at her wetness, his mouth drawing patterns against her flesh in an effort to show just how much he craves this.

"Please," Kaeya says softly when he pulls away momentarily in order to catch his breath. "I need you so badly."

"Nuh uh. You don't get to do anything you want to me until you use that filthy tongue of yours to make me cum atleast once. Get to it." She snarls

Kaeya doesn't miss a beat at her words, eager to comply with her demands. He dives back in between her legs with renewed vigor, working his tongue expertly across every inch of her sex.

As he feels her arousal building beneath him, Kaeya can't help but moan softly into her flesh - the taste and scent of her driving him wild with desire. His mouth moves in different directions as he flickers his tongue over the length of y/n, sliding it inside once again to feel the wetness within.

It's not long before he manages to bring her close to climax, and he works even harder now that he knows she's on the edge. He teases and toys with her relentlessly until finally, she shudders beneath him in release - waves of pleasure washing over both their bodies as they experience this moment together.

When it's all over and their breathing has slowed somewhat, Kaeya looks up at her expectantly - still waiting for permission to continue further.

"Beautiful work. Now-"

With a deep breath she leans over and he watches as she takes off his collar and puts it around her own neck, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the sight. He reaches out to take the leash from her hand but hesitates for a moment before doing so.

"I think you've earned your reward, being such a good boy for mommy. Do as you will."

"Thank you, mommy," he says softly, feeling somewhat awkward with the dynamic shift between them now that she is wearing his collar.

He stands up slowly and moves towards her, taking hold of the leash in one hand as he trails kisses down her body. He sinks down onto all fours beside her on the bed, still holding onto the leash as he leans in to nuzzle against her bare skin.

"I want to make you feel good too," Kaeya says softly into her ear before trailing kisses along her jawline. "Tell me what you want."

"Are you disobeying my orders? I distinctly told you to do to me what YOU want."

Kaeya flinches at her words, realizing that he's overstepped his bounds somewhat. He pulls back from her slightly and looks up at her with a contrite expression.

"I'm sorry, mommy. You're right," Kaeya says softly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her lips. "I want to make you feel good."

With that said, he reaches down between their bodies and slides two fingers inside of her, groaning at the feeling of how wet she is already. He moves them gently but firmly within her, slowly building up the pace until finally she's writhing beneath him in pleasure

He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his mouth - licking and teasing at her clit before sliding one finger inside once again while he continues to stimulate her orally.

As he hears her moan in pleasure, Kaeya feels a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He continues to work his tongue and fingers skillfully against her until finally she's shuddering beneath him, waves of pleasure washing over both their bodies as they climax together.

Afterwards, Kaeya pulls away from her, looking down at her with a mix of adoration and desire in his eyes. He knows that this isn't the end - far from it. But for now, he's content to bask in the afterglow with the woman who has captured his heart so completely.

At the sudden pause of his movements, she hisses. "Who told you to stop?"

Kaeya looks up at her in surprise, taken aback by her sudden hiss. He quickly realizes that she's frustrated with him for stopping and moves to rectify the situation.

"Sorry, mommy," Kaeya says softly as he leans back down between her legs. "I didn't mean to stop - I just wanted...to look at you."

With that said, he picks up where he left off - moving his tongue and fingers expertly across her body as she writhes beneath him in desire. He knows that it won't be long before they're both consumed by their passions once again - each one desperate for release after such a long buildup of tension. But for now, all that matters is the physical sensation of giving into their desires completely and without restraint.

As he continues to work his magic on her, Kaeya feels himself getting harder and harder. He pauses momentarily to retrieve the bottle of lube from earlier before slicking up his cock and sliding inside of her once again.

He groans as he feels her tightness envelop him completely, moving in a slow rhythm that's almost torturous in its intensity.

"Kaeya-" she begins, but she stops herself, realizing what she was about to say could very well have relinquished her control entirely to him. Instead, she tugs his hair bringing his ear next to her mouth and lets out a series of soft moans.

Kaeya shivers as y/n tugs on his hair, bringing his ear down to her mouth. He listens intently as she lets out a series of soft moans - each one driving him wild with desire.

He picks up the pace of his thrusts, moving faster and harder now - lost in the sensation of being so deeply connected to this woman who means everything to him. His hands roam across her curves and muscles as he moves inside of her, seeking out every inch that will bring them both pleasure.

"Was there something you wanted to say princess? Or have i just fucked you so dumb that you cant think of anything but my name? Hm? He coos.

She stares at him almost suddenly deadpan, as if offended by the idea that he could simply shut her up with his cock. Her desire has a chokehold on her now, and all care is suddenly out the window as she mutters, "Kaeya, please. I need you."

Kaeya shivers as he continues moving inside of her slowly, taking note of every little detail - the way she moves beneath him, the sound of her breathing, the taste and scent of her arousal.

As he feels them both building towards release once again, Kaeya leans in close to whisper into her ear.

"Let go for me," he says huskily before biting gently on her earlobe. "I want you to come apart for me completely."

With that said, he picks up the pace even more - slamming into his beloved with reckless abandon.

"I don't come apart so easily captain, you're gonna have to try harder~" she mutters through heavy pants, frequently pausing her words as his hard thrusts leave her stunned.

Kaeya grins at y/n's words, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the challenge she's presented him with.

"Oh, I'll make you come apart," Kaeya says huskily as he continues to thrust inside of her. "I promise."

He picks up even more speed now - slamming into her with all his might and driving her closer and closer to the brink once again. He can feel himself teetering on the edge too - but he focuses solely on satisfying her, giving her everything she needs until finally they're both crying out each other's names in release.

He allows her a slight pause to catch her breath. Almost as soon as the stars in her vision disappear he kisses trails down her body and parks his head in between her thighs once more, pressing at her clit with the tip of his nose, the stimulation painfully coursing through her. "Kaeya- 's too much... please" she pleads desperately.

"What's that? Giving up so soon?" He smirks up at her, gingerly licking at her clit as hot tears tream down her cheeks. "I thought it was going to be a challenge to break you..."

Kaeya smirks slightly, reveling in the power he has over her even as she pleads with him to stop. But for now, he's content to let her come apart beneath his touch - driving her closer and closer to the brink before finally pushing her over the edge once again.

As she cries out his name in release, Kaeya continues to work his tongue against her clit - drawing out every last wave of pleasure before finally withdrawing from between her legs.

"That's much better," he says softly as he crawls back up onto the bed beside her. "You did so well for me, princess."

She shivers, eyes shut closed as she recovers from her orgasm. "T-thank you Kaeya..." she whimpers pathetically, curling into his embrace.

Kaeya holds y/n tightly in his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him at the feel of her body against his. He runs a hand soothingly up and down her back as she recovers from the lingering effects of the night, taking note of every little detail about this moment so he can cherish it forever.

"Shh, it's alright, beautiful." Kaeya says softly as she curls into his embrace. "Just rest now...I'm here for you."

With that said, he continues to hold her tightly in his arms - enjoying the sensation of being so close to someone who means everything to him.

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In conclusion, i LOVEEEE toying with kaeya 😊

[hils79]

Thanks for tagging me (ages ago I'm sorry I suck) @puppy-phum

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1. why did you choose your url?

I am so boring I almost want to apologise for it. My url is just my nickname and the year I was born (yes, I am old).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

I don't really use my sideblogs much. I've got one that I haven't used for years that I used to post some of my photography on @hal-photography. I've got one for an old UK convention that folded during the pandemic but that I used to do the marketing for @writerconuk and I've got a whump blog that I use to reblog my favourite whumpy gifs so that they're easy to find. Not sharing that one because I do not wish to be Perceived.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

My original blog was set up in 2010. I had to nuke it after some unpleasantness in the Supernatural fandom (isn't it always SPN) and I've had this current once since 2011 I think

4. do you have a queue tag?

Nah, I don't queue things as a general rule. I do a bunch of reblogging first thing in the morning while I'm scrolling in bed and that's more or less it

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was looking for a new home after Livejournal finally properly died and most fandom folk were here at that time

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's a piece of DMBJ art that my housemate comissioned as a Christmas present a couple of years ago. I love it, and it was made specifically for me, so I made it my header and my icon

7. why did you choose your header?

Same as above

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

This RDJ/Paul Bettany exchange I ripped from Twitter. I have no idea why it ended up with 20k notes

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I honestly have no idea. Lots.

10. how many followers do you have?

Argh now I'm going to have to go and look. 2421. Wow.

11. how many people do you follow?

Wow this thing is really exposing me. 1908. I generally follow back so long as I can see that the person is an active fandom blog where we have at least one fandom in common.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I mostly shitpost in the tags

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Generally for an hour in the morning before I get up and then however long it takes me to liveblog my next drama episode in the evening

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

No, I don't think so. Not that I can remember anyway. I generally try and avoid conflict and if someone is annoying me I just block them and/or vent about it in a safe space with friends I trust.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

Makes me less inclined to reblog them tbh. Don't tell me what to do in my own house.

16. do you like tag games?

I am so bad at remembering to do them when I get tagged (see above about only really being on tumblr for an hour a day) but I do appreciate it every time someone thinks of me

17. do you like ask games?

Yeah, same as above. I love them but I am crap at remembering to answer the asks. I'm very sorry.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I'm not sure I could name anyone who is tumblr famous beyond the actual celebrities who hang out here (like Lynda Carter)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I have mutuals I admire and wish I was brave enough to talk to more but I wouldn't really call them crushes. As an aroace I don't really do crushes.

20. tags?

I'm going to tag a few of my newer mutuals so I can get to know them a bit better. Absolutely no pressure though @prolestari @queenbeyondthejudge @fangirl-bookaholic @huzzzah @life-is-all-about-perspective @loving-that-officey-feel @greenyball @hwasfeatherduster

[written-in-flowers]

Okay, so this isn't an easy post for me to make. I've definitely flip flopped on whether I'd actually do it or not, but after talking to some friends and venting frustrations, I've made a decision:

I'm not going to post fics on Tumblr anymore.

I'll still be writing, of course, but I plan to exclusively post them on Archive of Our Own.

Because Tumblr, at the end of the day, is not a fanfiction website. It's a social media one, and I'm sorry, but I'm not a content creator. I'm not the type to be turning out fics and writings all the time, because let's be honest, the only way to stay "relevant" and get notes and comments is if you're posting constantly and I don't do that. Not to mention, the tagging system on this site is total crap. I hate having to constantly be playing with them for it to show up in my tags.

I feel like I have to "market" my fics for people to read them on here. I have to have a pretty moodboard or header, which I already suck at. I have to write down tons of info aside from just a title and summary. Fanfiction on this site feels like a business. I have to write what people want to read or otherwise I feel immensely discouraged. I have no way of knowing whether people are actually reading since not everyone likes/reblogs, and even then there's no proof they read it either. On Ao3, I get proper stats, comments, and even just a hit count to know if people have read it. Not everything does well over there, but at least I don't feel so fucking miserable afterwards. I put a lot of effort, time, and pride into my fics, so it sucks when I feel they're not being received well on certain platforms.

This doesn't mean I'm leaving forever. I still will reblog and talk to whoever messages me, but as for posting my work, it'll be over on ao3 now. If you still want to be updated on my stuff, you're free to subscribe to me on AO3 and you get emails whenever I post something.

I know most of you aren't going to care, because there are other, better authors on here, but for that small cluster of people who do read my tumblr fics, I'm sorry. This is just not it for me anymore.

[hislittleraincloud]

I have deleted the "Teaser" chapter from Satisfying Afterburn, since it really doesn't tell much of anything now (you can see and hear the teaser here in my pinned post anyway) and because I might need the extra chapter.

It has always been my intention for Satisfying Afterburn to have 13 chapters. Right now working on 8.1, 8.2. ...and a possible 8.3 🫠✨

I can't believe I've been working on this for over a year. Christ. I haven't even put this much time into some of my screenplays. It barely took me what...a few months to crap out Cardinal Pleasures? But then again, the storyline for that wasn't as convoluted as this monstrosity.

Afterburn was first published on my birthday (end of this month). So... I dunno if I'll get 8 out on my birthday or what, but I do hope to at least get 8.1 then. But I want to have all parts written and ready to publish before I publish, like how I did it with UVC.

I never published this one bc I ended up using the sexier one, plus the Easter Special was Wenovan-based. I have hundreds...hundreds...of Jairo generations. 💀

I will likely publish another Miller's Girl fic/the fluffy In Three Bites (working title) before then. Stop looking at me like that. Jairo is easier (and more pleasant) for me to write. I hate it. I love it. I hate to love it and love to hate it. I have the same relationship to Jairo that I have with the unwanted muse. 🫥

Doing the audio work with Donovan's voice/song helped a lot to get my motivation up. I was going to use it for 8, but the ficwives put their ideas in my head and now I can't unsee them too, so...it'll probably be saved, just as I saved the Big Twist that will be revealed in 8.2 (a secret I been sitting on all of this time). But when I listen to the piece I just melt into ABW's black and loving heart towards him and...ooo, iss so cute. It makes ABW want to just wrap herself around him and never let him go. But only after Tyler is subdued.

I never published this one either. I have a bunch of others like this, with a grumpy Little Wednesday in them. I just have a shit ton of AI generated stuff for all of my stories.

I'm still working on the poll question post too, but that's not a priority rn. Wenovan/Afterburn is, and deciding on a potential 3rd part for this has lifted some weight off bc there's still a bit of story in here and I don't want to feel like I'm cramming it into two crowded chapters. I'm still unsure if that's how it will be (and changes my header needs a little), but the space is there if I need it.

That's where things are rn. Plus there's that bullshit with the broken image links. If anyone has an idea of where I can host my shit without the links being broken af, lemme know.

[alexsummanus]

'Til All Are One - Notes

I finally have my shit together! Kinda. This fic is archived on AO3. I'm trying to decide if it's worth posting it anywhere else. It has the highest Rating/Warnings combo on AO3 mostly for select scenes; the vast majority of it is vanilla. AO3's tagging system is a mess, so my tags got an overhaul today, and they'll probably need a future overhaul as more characters and pairings appear. I am leaving the comments/replies up so would-be readers can also check out the comments to get a feel for the content. Tag wrangling on Tumblr is constantly changing, and thanks to the sketchy status of how certain things get reported and blocked, I'm not going to put the actual fic content in these posts. I'll post the headers/tags/trigger warnings in the body of the post and link to the chapter on AO3.

Real places will exist in the fic (The United States, China, France, the Pacific Ocean, Minnesota, etc.) but I'm going to be replacing company/product/celebrity/politician names with "parody" names and pastiche placeholders. "The President of the United States" is pretty recognizable in any of the cartoons he's in, regardless if he's an actual caricature, because "old white guy in a suit" has historically been pretty representative. The feel of this fic is heavily inspired by the 80s G1 cartoon series, and they were great for making very generic but also very recognizable placeholder characters. When it comes to brands, I get a kick out of the anime habit of replacing brands with recognizable variants (7-Eleven becoming 8/11 or Burger King becoming Burger Knight) which also helps turn aside complaints about content. That said, relying on the crutch of "it's just a parody" or "it's a fake place" also let them get away with some absolutely gross and hurtful stereotypes, particularly when it came to people and places we weren't politically friendly to. There will be no "Abdul Fakkadi" or "Socialist Democratic Federated Republic of Carbombya" in my fic - that kind of crap is better left as relics of history to be observed and learned from but not repeated. That's the big reason I'm keeping place names real - it forces both me as a writer as well as readers of the fic to be better informed and more thoughtful toward the people, cultures, history, and natural environments of those places. At its core, this is a Transformers fic that draws inspiration from most of the Transformers media but isn't directly connected to any one canon. It's intended to be standalone enough that readers don't have to really know much backstory or many of the characters to jump in. It's arguably a crossover (and is now tagged as such on AO3 now that there are G.I. Joe characters involved), but it's less about putting a spotlight on the additional series and more about pulling those characters in to the Transformers story. You're a Transformers fan who never saw the 80s G.I. Joe cartoon and never read any of the comics or the TF crossover comics? No problem! Just like with the Transformers canon, this fic will fill in gaps (and create its own canon) so you don't need to have an in-depth knowledge of them. Direct link to jump in without individual chapter summaries/warnings: https://archiveofourown.org/works/290120 :: 'Til All Are One by Alex Summanus

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi, Other

Fandoms: Transformers, G.I. Joe

Relationships: Megatron/Kup, Flint/Lady Jaye (More to come)

Characters: A lot (large chunks of the cast from both series will eventually make their way into the fic)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover

Language: English

[darkmarkets]

The Horrors of Proper Manuscript Format

In my wildest dreams, I'm the shadowy robed figure at the head of a writer cult plotting to take over the publishing world. But instead of chanting "Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn...!" we'd all intone "Twelve point! Times New Roman! Twelve Point! One inch margins...!"

Okay, so I have awhile to go before I'm good cult leader material, but that doesn't mean we can't all keep the chant. Proper manuscript formatting is the single most important thing a new writer can do for their career. It promotes professionalism and displays your writing in the most clear, most readable way possible. A crap story formatted correctly will be much more agreeable to an editor than a genius story that's formatted like crap. It is sheer eyeball-exploding terror to be faced with nine point Papyrus font crammed on the page in single space with half inch margins. Chances are, an eyeless editor isn't going to be sending out any acceptances.

So, how can we, as writers, put our most professional foot forward? In most circles, the agreed-upon manuscript format contains these elements:

twelve point font

Times New Roman or Courier New

one inch margins

double-spaced

It's also good to include the writer's name and contact information in the upper left hand corner of the first page, as well as page numbers and the writer's name in the header. Easy, yes? One would think. It's shocking how often writers do not follow these rules.

What proper manuscript formatting does not contain is:

any bizarre artsy font that looks like a first-year design student's creative seizure

any font color other than black (that means you, purple and turquoise!)

eyeball-exploding single spacing

creative writing class designations (IE, no Miss Jenkin's Intro to Fiction 291!)

margins thinner than piano wire

hostage demands scribbled across the headers

Also, no sixteen point font. I'm sure there are kindly elderly editors out there that prefer large print documents while they wait on their cataract surgeries, but I doubt many of those editors work for a Tubby's House of Gorefest Magazine. (Sidenote: someone named Tubby needs to start this magazine, because it sounds aaawesooome!) Anyway, my point is: keep it reasonable size.

If anyone feels like a visual aid would be helpful, I highly recommend Nebula award winner William Shunn's article on proper manuscript format. He even goes so far as to detail dialogue formatting and the eternal burning question of scene break markers (Pound signs? Asterisks? Lesser folk have been driven to the brink of screaming madness contemplating such things.) Courier New is best for snail mail submissions, because the monospaced font makes it easy to manually tally up word count (make sure to kill your widows and orphans, though. Man, sometimes the jokes just write themselves.) And, surely these days the more modern incarnations of Times and Courier won't be looked down upon; Cambria and Consolas are fine-looking Word 2010 alternatives. When in doubt, clarity and ease-of-reading is key.

Of course, there's always going to be slight variations. No one will burn you alive if you put the page numbers on the right instead of on the left. Writers don't always format exactly the same way, and most editors understand that. What they don't understand is why a manuscript written in pink Comic Sans thinks it's going to be published.

At the end of the day, follow the guidelines. Follow the guidelines religiously. If a market says they want their manuscripts single spaced with no indents, do it. If they say not to include your name on the front page, don't do it. But, if there are no specifications for formatting in the guidelines, its easy to assume editors will want to read a story in the most professional-looking format possible. That means repeating after me: "Twelve point! Times New Roman! Twelve Point! One inch margins...And don't fooorget dooouble spaaaced."

Got it? Fantastic. Your shadowy robe is right over there on the table. We'll be taking over the publishing world next weekend.

Lorna D Keach

[pokimoko]

OH DUDE YESSS I love behind the scenes looks at fics Ohh my god 👁👁 What are some of your favorite details/parallels/moments from in memory of that you would love to talk about? (And if they end up tying into other stories feel free to infodump ab that as well I am all ears)

Oh, I'm so glad you asked. *thumps book binder bursting with notes onto table* Get ready, this is gonna get long. Oh, and don't let this folder fool you, this is far from organised. For anyone else following me who hasn't read the story and would like to, warning, there are spoilers ahead:

Okay first of all, there's the 'sunny morning hello' / 'cloudy afternoon goodbye' parallel that you pointed out in your comment. Originally, I put more of a focus on the fact the sun was going down in the last part, because in 'The Ode to Remembrance' there's the line "at the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them", so I wanted to make a subtle reference to that. And also originally it actually started raining after Randall was gone, and Marc took the time to admire it rather than shy away from it; there was a little rainbow and everything.

But! But then my brain was like "why don't we have the story start with Marc meeting his brother, so that the story acts as a chart of Randall from beginning to end, and to give the reader some time with Randall before the cave so they're sad when we inevitably lose him" and welp, couldn't refuse that idea could I? I've always loved first and last lines being a reflection of each other, it scratches an itch in my brain. In the last scene, the sun's still on the process of going down, but I decided to have the clouds part and to have the sun shine of him to represent him making peace with his past, and to show he was allowing himself to move on from that rainy day. I am not immune to pathetic fallacy. (I'll admit, I listened to 'Más Allá Del Sol' a few times while writing the final scene. Thanks to episode 5, I now have a kneejerk reaction to get upset when I listen to it. And also, y'know, the sun motif.)

I personally am very in love with the height chart part. I was trying to think of an image for the header and that came to me with no warning or lead-up (I was in the middle of hugging my mum at the time and gosh, the fact I had to continue acting normal after getting hit with that idea was definitely something. And yes, I do think about my fics while doing normal things. The only problem is that it leads to conversations like this: "oh crap, I'm so sorry, I didn't hear a word of that, I kinda zoned out, I was thinking about Mayan gods" "...Why were you thinking about Mayan gods?" "Uh" *sweats nervously*).

But anyway! The height chart. They mark the passing of time, but they also act as a preservation of what has come before. And of course they're associated with childhood and growing up. Eventually you reach the point where you stop measuring, because you've grown as much as you ever will, and then it remains simply to act as a reminder. Marc's chart is like an old journal entry; you don't remember writing it, or even the context for it, but you know it's your words, written by someone you used to be. But Randall's chart is like an unfinished sentence, (or one that in its shortness tells you everything...'for sale: baby shoes, never worn'). His chart will never be finished, but the indents remain, a reminder of where his story came to a stop.

This is where the Peter Pan inspiration came in. I didn't take inspiration from the story itself, but rather its own inspiration. When J.M. Barrie was 6, his 13 year old brother David died, a day before his 14th birthday. His mother was distraught, having always favoured David, but she took comfort in the idea that he would remain a young boy forever, never growing any older. This concept stuck with Barrie, and he eventually went on to write a story about a boy who would never grow up. In a way, it was his way to cope with what had happened.

For Marc, Randall's youth is a haunting reminder. Marc will grow older, but his brother will always be the same. The distance between them grows with each passing year. As a teenager, there would have come a day that Marc realised his brother had been dead longer than he'd ever been alive. Then that Steven had been around longer. That he'd known Layla longer than he ever knew his brother. Times goes on, and Randall's life in comparison to his own grows smaller and smaller, until it is only a tiny portion, barely a blip. But the marks remain. The distance that time brings only makes it harder for Marc to reach out for who left them in the first place.

The name of the fic was another idea that hit me in the head like a dodgeball to the face (and trust me, I know what that feels like). The working title for a long time was 'to weigh the heart of an albatross', to allude to ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’. In the poem, the titular Mariner shoots down an albatross for really no reason and then, either as a coincidence or as a result of him killing the bird (it's a matter of interpretation), everything goes to shit. The rest of the crew blame him and he is forced to hang the dead albatross around his neck as punishment (and then the crew all die and the Mariner is cursed by Life-in-Death, and is forced to keep living on and suffer as the only survivor, surrounded by the crew's dead bodies, and, well, y'see the connections, yeah?), and I wanted to be like "but see, Marc is the Mariner AND the albatross. He is the guilty man and the one enforcing the guilty. He is burdened, and the burden itself." (The fact Marc was a Marine certainly helped with the idea.)

I also originally wanted the epigraph to be a line from the poem (one contender: 'And they all dead did lie: / And a thousand thousand slimy things / Lived on; and so did I.' Because, survivor’s guilt and all that, and the complete self-hatred in comparing yourself to a ‘slimy thing’. Which as you know in the story, Marc hates..) but none of them fit the way I wanted. I did manage to sneak a sly reference to the albatross with KHONSHU BEING A BIG FUCKING WHITE BIRD HANGING AROUND UNWANTED LIKE A WEIGHT AROUND HIS NECK ENFORCING THE GUILT EVEN FURTHER AND STIFLING JAKE’S FREEDOM. And like, the actual bird Marc sees at the end, flying high.

But then 'in memory of you' came to me, thanks to me thinking about obituaries and such, and since the story is about memory and loss, I thought it was more fitting. I then shortened it to 'in memory of', to make it more open, to have it allude to all the things Marc lost that day. His brother, his innocence, his family. He's living his life in memory of what came before. Around the time of the getting that new title, I also rediscovered the Hill House quote (from an episode aptly named 'Steven Sees a Ghost') and knew it was a perfect fit.

The scene where Marc and Layla are talking about the meaning of their names was in there simply because I found out Layla means "night" and I was like "they really went and called her 'night', huh, in a show called 'Moon Knight...well, I can't let them get away with that, everyone must know." But it is sweet when you think about it, that the Avatar of the Moon god fell in love in with someone named after the night sky. Afterall, the moon shines brightest at night...

Wait. Shit. Oh shit. If that concept shows up in a future fic of mine along with some 'She Walks in Beauty' references you know fucking why.

Anyway. This next detail is actually one I picked up when rewatching the Field of Reeds scene (so many times; I do not particularly enjoying novelising scenes but I knew it was important to explore that scene within the fic itself, as it's an important step towards Marc's self-forgiveness). The way that Taweret says that there is "no danger" there and Marc immediately asks about Steven. Because of course, "when danger is near" and all that. Marc doesn't associate Steven with danger, but rather his safety from it. And when you find safety in something, you keep it close, even when there is no danger near. Because safety is comfort, and comfort is peace. The Field could only offer absence from all things bad, rather than the presence of that which is good, and so of course Marc left. He was never going to find true peace there. He would rather deal with the good and the bad than nothing at all.

Another detail: the movie night choices, because I can't ever just pick a random movie or song and be fine with that, no, no, I have to pick one with meaning. Silly writer brain. Anyway, the movies! If you seen 'The Bridge to Terabithia', I think you'll know why I chose that one; the synopsis literally has '(the imaginary world) helps Jess to escape and cope with a tragedy.' And like...the tragedy itself. 🙃 It's been years since I first watched and I'm still not okay. And 'The Lion King'...well, *gestures at the scene where Simba finds his dad's dead body* *gestures at Scar blaming Simba* *gestures at the years Simba spends trying to escape his past*. Guilt is a very huge part of that movie. Not that Steven would've picked up on that. Just like in 'Absent Place', he does a lot of things subconsciously; using muscle memory he can't remember forming, crying over things he can't remember hurting him, seeing the ghost of a boy he doesn't recognise. There's a blindfold around his eyes, but he keeps swinging the bat anyway, trying to hit the piñata, not knowing where it is or even why he's doing it at all.

Speaking of Steven, I wanted to make his interactions with the ghost distinctly different, to highlight the impact that Marc's guilt has on how he perceives things. With Marc, Randall is very much the epitome of a ghost, lurking in corners and doing nothing but watching. Marc has come to the conclusion that the ghost shows up to remind him of his pain, rather than realising the ghost shows up because he's in pain. But with Steven, Randall acts more natural, almost like a very quiet but kind child. Steven doesn't try to push him away, and he doesn't see him as a source of guilt, but rather comfort and companionship, so Randall acts accordingly.

(I kinda explored the idea of ghosts being shaped by our perception of them once before in a Lucifer fic I wrote a few years back which has, uh, well, a lot of thematic similarities to 'in memory of'. Like, a lot. Grief, guilt, ghosts, hiding in a fantasy, the past lingering. So, yeah, I don't get new ideas, I just pull out my old ones and put new clothes on them.)

But eventually, with the help of Layla and Steven, Marc slowly but surely starts to see past the wall of guilt his mother forced him to build up, and to remember his brother for who he truly was. That's why, by the last scene, when Marc sees him, Randall is swinging his legs and staring up at the sky, acting more like the child he is. Because Marc no longer sees him as something to dread, like you would a ghost, or as a condemnation. He sees his little brother, he sees him crying, and he goes over to give him one last word of comfort: I'm okay. I'm going to be okay. You can go now. Thank you for keeping your promise too.

Jeez, wow, okay, I told you this would be long but I wasn't expecting it to be this long. If you've made it this far, great job. Why don't we tie this whole ramble up with the most behind-the-scene detail of all: the notes I wrote when the idea first came to me, on the 23rd of July. Back when I thought it was really was just going to be 10 scenes.

My notes are usually more...coherent, but it was late at night and I just needed to get the thoughts down. Still, it's fun to see what stayed and what evolved through the writing process, and obviously everything that got added in, because there was a lot that was added in. I salute you Past Me, for ever thinking this would be a short enough story to have roman numerals denoting each part.

Alright, that's definitely enough rambling. I hope you've enjoyed me dumping all my brain's contents onto you. It was fun verbalising some of my thought processes to you and having the chance to explain some of stuff that wasn’t really made explicit in the writing itself. Thank you for the ask! :D

[milfnearyou]

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“So you just woke up one day and decided you loved me?!” 

Your voice was painfully shrill, bouncing against the metal walls and echoing through the elevator shaft. If you hadn't been so furious, you would've cringed at the way you sounded. Considering your behaviour to be completely out of character and rather petty. But it was impossible to think straight. With all the sirens in your mind screaming 'Alert!' causing you to grow defensive. You saw everything as red, wrapped in a series of warning signs. Eager to protect yourself you grew aggressive, fury coursing through your veins and laced with disgust. 

The disbelief was evident in your tone, accompanied by the extremely annoyed look plastered on your face. Your eyebrows were contorted together, lightly creasing your forehead as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. Your hands were balled into tight fists trembling at your sides as you fought the urge to beat the living crap out of him. 

"Fucking answer me Sehun!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You didn't understand him, not taking any of his bullshit words seriously as a result. Had he been telling the truth, had he truly meant every word he said. Sehun wouldn't have just stood there in front of you with nothing to say. The silence he offered simply adding more fuel to the fire that raged inside of you. 

"So now you're silent? You weren't this fucking quiet back when you were professing your so-called love to me?! What's gotten into you now?"

Again, nothing but silence. The tall man simply stands there in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as the elevator continues to rise higher and higher. With every floor, the elevator cabinet passed, the angrier you got and it didn't help that you lived in a high rise apartment. If he continued to act this way you'd be fuming, steam emitting from your body by the time you'd reach your floor.

“Do you even know what it means to love someone? Or do you just throw yourself in any direction that proves beneficial to your selfish well being?” The questions flew past your lips one after another. You weren’t going to hold back either. Pushing yourself towards him, forcing him to explain himself. 

You didn't deserve the silence. You deserved proper answers, ones that were absent from the immature man in front of you. 

"Answer me right now or I swear to god I'm cutting you off forever," Warning him, you take a step forward to face him closer. Invading his personal space as you stare at him, craning your neck upwards with your arms crossed. 

Watching him like a hawk, you attentively wait. Noticing how he seems to take a slight step back, his broad chest heaving up and down slowly. He seems to be nervous or perhaps, flustered? It was hard for you to believe that with all the ways he could've handled the situation this was what he opted for.

Step by step, you get closer and closer towards Sehun until he's got his back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator. It was hard to believe that someone who looked dominant most of the time could be so cowardly. 

"I'm not asking again," You state, pressing your index finger roughly against his chest. Physically pushing him around until he's finally had enough. His large hands pressing against your shoulders as he shoves you back, regaining his confidence. Finally, he refutes, silence no longer being an option for him.

“Fuck off! Do you want an answer? Fine, but you don't have to act like such an invasive bitch about things!" 

Stunned your eyes widen. You can't tell if you should be offended or impressed with just how much you pushed him but you let him speak. Not saying anything even though he had just called you a bitch. 

"No, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I’d fall in love with you! It took me countless days and nights, essentially adding up into months of thinking about nothing except you! Do you know how painful it felt for me? Do you not understand how guilty I felt?!” The tone in his voice is dangerously low as he narrows his eyes at you. It's his turn to match your attitude, fixing his posture and standing tall. 

"Oh really? So you only thought about how you felt and not how I would feel knowing about your feelings for me? Sehun, how selfish can you be? You aren't the only person on this godforsaken planet!" 

"You don't think I knew that? I know you wouldn't be happy with this but you have to understand that had I kept everything to myself and continued to hang out around you; it would've been both disrespectful to you but also incredibly torturous to me. It was worth gambling my feelings and confessing with the consequence of potentially losing a friend instead of hiding it."  

Taken aback, you feel yourself pause and you hate yourself for it. Sehun has a point, he's valid for being upfront about things but there was just one thing that didn't sit right with you. Despite wanting an answer and getting it you curse yourself for falling silent. The hypocrisy of your silence hitting you square in the face but you're not done. You still have one more thing to say.

"What about the fact that you're still dating my best friend? Did you think about how much this would hurt her? No, let me guess, I bet you haven't even mentioned anything to her," Bringing your best friend up seemed to be the major thing standing in between both of you.

Sehun stares at you like he's been frozen in time. His features completely poised and monotone as your eyes scan his face for any sign of emotion. It was still much too hard to accept his words, to trust them and understand that it came from the bottom of his heart. Your anger was now replaced with complete confusion, perhaps even denial as you scoff at him. He was crazy to think you'd ditch your best friend for a man like him.

Sehun only stood there with his shoulders pushed back, his posture relaxed. His orange tufts of hair making him look like a complete clown. His current demeanour was very different in comparison to how defensive he was earlier.

How could he be so hot and cold? None of it made sense with his face being completely unreadable, everything felt bland like a black and white movie. Sehun could scream as much as he wanted but his words would never get through, bouncing behind the screen, staying unheard from the crowd. All these things made it impossible to find the sincerity he had in his words represented in his body language. 

The elevator came to a stop with a rather loud ding notifying you that it had arrived on your floor. You take one last look at Sehun battling with yourself on whether or not someone as selfish as him was worth entangling yourself with. But no matter how you thought of it you couldn't accept him. With Sehun came consequences, ones that you weren't willing to risk getting into and that being losing your best friend. Someone who was there for you through thick and thin could never be replaced with a man you'd only known for roughly a year.

He didn't mean anything to you and he wasn't allowed to have any meaning in your life, it just wasn't okay. Betrayal had a greater impact than love, you would be foolish to accept the latter. 

Leaving him behind, you step outside of the elevator. Realizing just how much more breathable the air outside the shaft was in comparison to being back inside holed up with your worst nightmare. Your moment of freedom is cut short when you feel his lean arms wrap around your waist pulling you back inside.

He's clinging onto you like a child refusing to let go as he rests his head next to your shoulder. His hot breath brushing against your neck, making you uncomfortable for many reasons that were quite obvious. He just wasn't single nor available and you couldn't let yourself be the other girl. 

“Please just—take a chance. I'm willing to cross oceans for you, tear apart anything that stands in my way because I love you. I'll break up with her, she's nothing like you. Why can't you see that I love you?” He rambles, his voice falling soft. Sehun sounds like he's about to fall apart as he speaks into the crook of your neck. 

His voice vibrating against your skin, echoing through your mind. Despite his tone being no louder than a whisper, his message came loud and clear. Slowly his plump, soft lips make contact with your skin as you freeze in place watching as the elevator doors slam shut. Moving downwards again you feel like you're slowly descending to hell. 

His actions gave you goosebumps as he peppered kisses against your neck. Using one hand to grasp your waist, holding you close to him. While the other cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could gain better access to your body, his kisses moving down south and landing onto your shoulder. Pushing your shirt slightly aside before gently biting down on your skin causing you to gasp. 

Sehun's touch was electrifying and almost hypnotizing, you felt yourself growing dizzy and out of touch with your surrounding. As he continued using his lips to convey how much you meant to him against your screaming mind that yelled at you not to do this to your best friend. But like a fool, you melt into his touch. Lips falling apart, as your chest heaves up and down. The air feels intoxicating as he rotates your head towards him. His lips crashing against yours as you feel like you're about to pass out. 

You can't give in, you can't betray your best friend and yet, you feel yourself kissing him back. Your tongue tangling with his, exchanging dirty, secretive kisses. Turning around to face him better you fall into all the places you knew weren't right and that was right into the arms of Sehun's. Intertwining your fingers with his, holding onto him tightly as if the only chance you'd have with him would be taken away. 

Now you knew what it meant to be selfish and just how delicious it tasted. 

The elevator is filled with the lewd, smacking of the shared kisses between you both. His body grinding into yours as you feel yourself growing heavy. Developing a strong heartbeat where your filthy desires lay. You felt yourself growing wet, shifting your thighs uncomfortably together. Feeling his hand snake down towards the waistline of your skirt, tugging on them. 

"You just have to say the word and I'm dropping everything and everyone for you," He says in between kisses as you tilt your head back in pleasure when you feel his fingers slipping past your skirt. Hovering dangerously over your soaked heat. "Do you want to run away with me?" He asks. 

You want to say yes. Your body having a mind of its own would rather speak for you but you just can't bring yourself to go through with it. The image of your best friend is hung up in your mind and even though the damage has already been done, you still don't think it's too late to stop. 

“I can’t and you know I won’t,” You reply, wincing at how your voice cracks. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you needed to show him you had control over how you felt. That you were sure you didn't want him but it was all a lie. A lie you told yourself and in return had the truth spoken out loud by the actions of your body. 

Sehun knew of this and yet, his peppered kisses come to a halt. The grip he's got around you loosening as his hand slips out of your skirt. You step out of his grasp feeling ashamed, not daring to look at him. Turning around and staring at the doors instead. Fixing your shirt you crane your neck from side to side trying your best to calm down. Bringing a shaky hand towards the elevator buttons and clicking for your floor. 

You can feel Sehun's gaze boring holes into the back of your head. 

"I don't understand. Why can't you just let me love you? It's not that hard to just give me a shot. I can give you the world, give you all the happiness and security you need in life."

"--Let me be the man that protects you, that cherishes you. I know it's hard because of her but...don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleads, his voice wavering. If you had turned around to face him you'd see his lips quivering. His dark, brown eyes are glossy with tears threatening to escape from the tiny apertures of his tear ducts. 

But currently, it's your turn to fall silent. All because you know that despite him falling at the seams, begging you to love him you know that he'll only go back to being the same once he's got you twirling around his dainty fingers. His norm being the same silent person as always, emotionally unavailable and confusing as always. Plus, who's to say he won't just ditch you like he's doing to your best friend? 

"It's your turn to answer me," He pleads but you ignore him. Thanking the timing of the elevator for opening right at the end of his sentence. 

Quickly stepping off you pray that he doesn't snake himself around you again because if he does, you don't know if you had the power inside to fight him off again and thankfully he doesn't. Sehun leaves you alone watching you get out of his view, the sound of your Chelsea boots clicking against the hallway floors until suddenly you're just gone. A wave of heartbreak washing over his feelings as he realizes that he just can't sit here and do nothing. 

He won't go back to your best friend, he doesn't love her and in fact, he never did. It wasn't his choice to hurt her like this but he couldn't help but fall in love with the wrong person. So he chases you, chases the love of his life eager to satisfy his selfishness and have you by his side. 

The consequence of dealing with your best friend could come later but first, he needed to convince you once and for all that he was the only good thing in his life. Your best friend was to be replaced. 

   𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑���𝐎𝐔©︎

[storm-in-a-tea-cup0]

An ask game!!!! I missed these!! (Actually tumblr in general) Thanks @coulson-is-an-avenger!!!

1- Why did you choose your url?

Oooh, I think I have answered this before so I will summarize the long story. My URL is a senior # that describes me. I needed one for the yearbook and when I asked my friends who were over for my 18th birthday, one of them said "Storm in a Tea Cup" cuz your hair is silver, you bark like a thunder and you're always sipping tea while giving life the judgy gaze over the cup rim. There you go.

2- Any side blogs?

Oh boy. Hm, I actually do have one, yes. @vere-anima-mea It's actually Kaia Lani's Tumblr that I created for the aesthetic of a single RP 🤣 the best thing tho is, it has a single post about a pagan ritual that every now and then is reblogged by witchy blogs and I feel...so great whenever that happens?? Cuz I did research a lot on a library to make that post?? Anyway, I think I will keep using that blog but like a diary of sorts. Or something else because the URL speaks to hidden depths of my soul.

3- How long have you been on tumblr?

Hm... Since the bored peeps started to be cryptic about their future RPs here so...late 2018/early 2019?

4- Do you have a queue tag?

Nope. I have a ginormous queue line tho. I really mean ginormous, no joke.

5- Why did you start your blog in the first place?

To get the crumbles my friends would sprinkle in their blogs about their writing.

6- Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because that picrew is by far the one that represents what I think me in my inner mind looks like the most. She is...me but wilder, natural. She has green hair tips and a messy haircut that she tries to contain with a hairband, dorky glasses, is always smirking like she is telling you "heh, you wish" and attracts loafy birbs cuz she is a Disney Princess.

7- Why did you choose your header?

Oh, that's easy. Cuz I'm gay. Two gals holding hands in a flower field cuz they ain't straight. It helps that one of them, the one holding the hat, is a brunette like me so I guess I saw myself in it and it made me...at peace. Hopeful. Happy.

8-What’s your post with the most notes?

Don't think this applies cuz I am pretty sure any of my posts about the bored community will have the same amount of likes from my friends so.

9- How many mutuals do you have?

Listen, I am a grandma when it comes to technology so is there even a way to check this? Idk.

10- How many followers do you have?

82!!! How.

11- How many people do you follow?

153 blogs!!! Less than on IG, gotta correct that.

12- Have you ever made a shitpost?

Had to google the actual meaning of this to make sure but I don't think so. I rarely even make posts.

13- How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I don't. Currently can't even say I use it weekly, quiçá multiple times a day.

14- Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Nope. Never. I'm pro-peace always and forever. Literally. That's what I study at uni. Plus I am lazy. Fighting requires enormous amounts of energy and this girl has no time for that shite.

15- How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Hah. No. Big dislike. Have enough of people ordering my do's and don't IRL to allow that in virtual life aussi. Don't gimme that crap.

16- Do you like tag games?

Absolutely!!!!! I love all sorts of games with friends, to be honest!

17- Do you like ask games?

Refer to the previous answer. But addendum cuz just that is boring. These make me feel loved. Idk how to explain, it just feels...really really warm when friends ask about me. Even small little things.

18-Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Moss, no doubt. They have art! Writing up on AO3! Yeah, them.

19- Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do, yes. I'm at the acceptance stage of that crush but I feel like I will resume to the "giddy" stage whenever I think about this and them, this is so bad. As all my friends who are aware of this said, I'm way too deep already 😅 Sorry crush, you're most likely annoyed at this already. You can sigh and virtually punch me, I'll take it.

Hmm, I'll be tagging... @avatar-the-last-chicken-nugget (i am truly curious about the url but not foward enough to just send you a message, yes. Sorry. Also, Hi!!) @beneath-the-willow-tree @babyitsacrime @cloverywands @thepinkcatlady and anyone else who wants!!

[jisvnq]

[ 20:25PM ]

title | interruptions

genre | fluff, humor, best friends to lovers but it's what happens after the confession

warnings | none; probably just bad spontaneous writing shdh

word count | 1.5k

requested | by anonymous

description | where jisung knows the moments after his best friend confesses to him that she likes him back aren't supposed to be this awkward, and that just maybe, the third time's the charm ♡

z.txt | idk if i'm happy with this or not lol like it's just a 2am coffee-induced brainfart at it's best have fun reading more brainfarts (the text for the header kinda crapped up but alr sjdhs) watch me post this and dip JSJKSDJ

Jisung let out a deep breath, sneaking a glance at the side of your face as you nervously fiddled with the hem your shirt. He knew you felt the same way as he did, but why was he still so nervous?

"So, uh..." Jisung cleared his throat, breaking the thick silence that fell upon the room. He scooted just a bit closer to you, but you did the same, resulting in your knee bumping his lightly. "Wh- what now?"

Years of watching idiotically romantic movies and binge-watching impossibly unrealistic dramas with you left him with some sort of experience when it came to this love thing, and he just knew that the moments after confessing your love for each other were not supposed to be this awkward.

A thousand thoughts ran through his head. Maybe he did something wrong? Or maybe he said something wrong? What if now wasn't the right time for him to confess? But you had told him you liked him back, so why weren't you doing any—

"W- we could kiss?" you suggested quietly, cheeks warming up at your own suggestion.

"We could wh- what now?" Jisung repeated, feeling as if his ears have fooled him. Did you actually want to kiss him?

"K- kiss," you muttered, looking away from him. "But n- nevermind. I completely understand if you don't want to—"

"But I want to." The words come out of his mouth quicker than his brain could process them, his face slowly growing hot once again.

He clamped his mouth shut when he heard your small giggle, his heart beating at a pace quicker than he had ever thought was humanly possible. Maybe he should take Hyuck's advice and really do think before he speaks...

Your face slowly neared his and he sucked in a breath when he felt yours fan his face. He closed his eyes when your nose touched his and he felt just about ready to faint when your lips lightly brushed against each other—

Then you pulled away. What?

Did he somehow do something wrong this time? No, he doesn't think he did. You initiated it... whatever that was.

Did his breath smell like shit? No, he almost choked on his mouthwash earlier when he heard you knock on his door.

Did he smell like shit? He didn't think so, at least. He took a shower and changed into your favorite hoodie of his as soon as you told him you were coming over. Maybe he should've asked Jaemin to wash the hoodie though...

"Y/n?" he asked concernedly, opening his eyes to see you place a hand over your face. Did he really smell that bad? "Is there anything wrong?"

"I- I just feel like—" you cut yourself off with a sneeze and Jisung jumped a bit. You giggled. "Sneezing. Sorry."

"You scared me," Jisung huffed, heaving out a relieved sigh. "I thought I smelled bad or something there."

"I never said you didn't," you said, biting back a giggle when he makes a face at you. "Kidding! Kidding. You smell like you always do. Like... you."

"And that's a good thing, I hope?" he asked, scrunching his nose at you, finally getting a giggle out of you.

You nodded, scooting closer to him on the couch and giving him a small smile, face right in front of his once again. "Yes. That's a very, very good thing."

"Good," Jisung said, eyes flickering down to your lips. He inhaled and looked back up at your eyes. "So... uh... no more sneezing?"

You shook your head with a chuckle, leaning in even closer to him. "No more sneezing."

He mirrored your smile, closing the gap between you slowly despite his brain screaming at him to hurry up. With you, Jisung had all the time in the world. Besides, it was your first kiss together and it just had to be perfect, right?

Well, not necessarily.

"Well, fucking finally!" someone exclaimed as the door burst open, making you and Jisung fling yourselves to the opposite ends of the couch, cheeks flushing red at the sudden interruption.

"Chenle, you idiot," Renjun sighed as he pushed the younger boy into the hallway.

"Oh, whoops," Chenle grinned sheepishly, catching Jisung's glare. "Sorry."

"Don't mind us~" Jaemin hummed, pushing Haechan and Jeno into the hallway with Chenle and Renjun before any of them could interrupt any more. "We'll be in our rooms if you need us."

An awkward silence once again fell over the room as soon as all the doors closed, both of you refusing to look at each other in the eyes.

Jisung let out a little huff of annoyance and embarrassment. Why hasn't anything gone his way today?

The articulate and carefully worded confession he had prepared for you at least months before today, somehow vanishing as soon as he opened his mouth.

The comfortable atmosphere he had tried his absolute best to set up, disappearing into thin air after you had clumsily voiced out your own feelings for him.

And the perfect first kiss he had originally wanted to give you, left as a passed opportunity as each of your two attempts ended up in unexpected and completely uncalled for interruptions.

He didn't even want to think of anything else that could possibly go wrong.

"Third time's the charm?" you had suggested hopefully, turning your head to look at him.

"A- are you sure you still want to, uh, you know..." Jisung mumbled, looking down at his feet. "Kiss me? Even after everything that's gone wrong?"

You took initiative and slid over to his side of the couch, giving him a soft smile that never failed to melt his heart every single time. "Jisung, I still wanted to kiss you even after you pretty much blew up the whole Chemistry lab in ninth grade."

You chuckled, taking one of his large hands in both of yours. "You smelled like dog piss, your hair was standing up stiff, and you had toxic powder and whatnot all over your face. I don't think anything can top that, and yes, I still want to kiss you, you idiot."

Jisung couldn't help but laugh at the memory, shaking his head when he remembers the disgusted look on your face as you dragged him to the nurse's office, cleaning him up when even the nurse herself didn't dare go near him.

"Even if I'm no good at kissing?" Jisung asked, looking up at you.

"Even if you're no good at kissing," you laughed. "And don't worry, I'm probably just as bad as you are at this stuff. We both aren't single for no reason."

"Maybe we can change that?" Jisung asked, mouth working quicker than his brain once again, his reddening ears making it more obvious. "No, I mean—"

"Actually, I'd like that," you giggled, a wide grin spreading across your face when you see his sheepish smile. "I'd very much like that. So... you're my boyfriend now?"

"I'm your boyfriend now?" Jisung echoed, feeling as if he was in a daze, smile getting way too big as his cheeks began to hurt. Did he just get upgraded from best friend to boyfriend? "That sounds very nice..."

"Yes, yes it does," you said with a chuckle, witnessing the boy's brain turn into complete mush in front of you. "Now... do I get to kiss my boyfriend yet?"

His heart fluttered when you brought your hand up to his jaw, turning his head so he fully faced you. "Maybe, if we don't get interrupted again."

"But if we do get interrupted again?" you hummed, lips against his once again, the awkwardness suddenly gone as you were both filled with giddy excitement from the recent relationship upgrade.

And as if the god of interruptions was listening in on your conversation, just as Jisung opened his mouth to respond, his best friend's timing was impeccable.

"Oops," Chenle snickered, entering the living room once again. "I forgot my airpods—"

And without letting the other boy finish, nor let you shy away from him again, Jisung took a hold of your chin to gently keep you in place as he finally pressed his lips to yours, his brain a few steps late as he let his actions get ahead of himself once more.

"Shit, sorry, Y/n," Jisung apologized with wide eyes and red cheeks, realization of what he's just done hitting him like a brick. "I just— mmf!"

But instead of letting him splutter out an excuse for his spontaneity, you roll your eyes, capturing his lips in another, proper kiss. Until a sneaky little idea popped into your head.

You pushed him further into the couch, making the other boy watching feign retching sounds in the background as the two of you patiently waited until he left, only parting for air when you hear his footsteps finally leave the room.

"You think that'll stop him from interrupting us again?" you asked, giving him a cheeky grin, laughing when you see the dazed smile left on the boy's face.

"I don't know what's kept me from kissing you all these years," Jisung breathed out with a laugh, heart causing ruckus in his ribcage. "But I don't think even Chenle coming in screaming and holding up a bazooka will be able to stop me from kissing you anymore."

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

I MISSED YOUR ASKS SO MUCH (not the toxic bit of course and I completely understand and respect your decision to shut them down for a bit, please don't misunderstand)! The last few races I had no one to celebrate with (again) and I kinda wanted to do that with you but being too much of a coward to do it off anon i couldn't. Still, your posts helped A WHOLE DAMN LOT to feel slightly bit more celebratory. But anyway I also wanna make up for that now and just mention that despite all the toxic crap among fans and questionable decisions among FIA stewards we got two amazing races (especially Brazil if you ask me) and I think you can kind of actually see how much Lewis is enjoying it too (I remember reading that last year, around this time or maybe during the summer, he spoke of retiring soon as there's no more drive, and yet here he is, grinning and "feeling more fit than he's felt in years"). Not to mention stuff outside of the main rivalry, like Alonso podium. And while I feel completely drained from this triple header it has been a great one (again, call me biased, but, ESPECIALLY BRAZIL).

Thank you again for reopening those asks and hoping you have the wonderful rest of the week!

😟😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

God this hit straight into my soul. I felt pretty lonely celebrating these amazing past two races without you guys too and it really really sucks that it came to that😭. I've missed you all so much and these past weeks have been crazy!!! We went from having no hope at all to literally cheering our hearts out and I hate how I wasn't able to share those amazing moments with you all.

Maybe I can open my askbox and hour after the race when things have calmed down a little so we can all chat about it? It won't be open for long but it would really be nice to have those awesome moments together again. Hugs and kisses babe. Love you💕💕💕

[tnapki]

tagged by @diaz-eddie who knows I 'secretly' enjoy these little things, late as I may be to responding to them

1: Why did you choose your URL?

I do a whole lotta things and wanted a creative outlet to share a whole lotta things. One place I could compile all of it for general consumption. Tina in a can. Go figure lol.

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Not on tumblr but I do have a Blogspot/WEBTOON/FB page for my comics, an Insta page for my food adventures & a Soundcloud for my covers. If that counts.

Maybe one day I'll do an online store to sell random crap.

3: How long have you been on tumblr?

Barely a couple of years.

4: Do you have a queue tag?

Haven't been on Tumblr long enough to comment on that.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I had no plans as such; I only ever came to Tumblr because I needed some place to fulfil my Klaroline fandom needs XD

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's quite literally a pictorial version of my URL.

7: Why did you choose your header?

I used one of my favourite KC edits because a) I love making KC edits, b) I love canon-divergent stuff, and c) hey it looks nice in a horizontal format!

8: What’s your post with the most note

Probably one of my KC edits

9: How many mutuals do you have?

90 (I did a quick scroll, so this is my guess???)

10: How many followers do you have?

I don't really... care enough to keep track?

11: How many people do you follow?

64

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

Nope

13: How often do you use tumblr each day?

Not very often. But there are days I sneak on here to take a peak at some happy gifs/words that I need to boost me through the day :)

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I'm too lazy for this.

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Same as I feel about "1 like equals 1 prayer' posts that I used to see on Facebook

16: Do you like tag games?

Yeah I do :) It's not a secret anymore; there's no guarantee I'll do them though!

17: Do you like ask games?

Sure, yeah. Helps me open up a bit & think about stuff that I wouldn't think of otherwise. Fun.

18: Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Pretty sure I and everyone else on here consider Yokan aka @galvanizedfriend a celebrity at this point but I have a soft corner for @idiot--wind as a KC fic celeb for being one of the first fic authors to welcome me into the KC fic world :)

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I dunno about crushing but there's DEFO some of y'all I'd LOVE to have as room mates in some alternate universe. You KNOW who you are ;)

[geek-gem]

30 Day Sonic Challenge Day 4

Okay went into tags not yet but basically I was adding the 30 Day Sonic Challenge tag to these posts like @springs-and-starposts did. So it be easier to keep track of if you guys wanna see these on my blog.

Yet here's one I've been thinking about yesterday quite a bit.

Day 4. Obligatory favorite character question, and why?

Here is what I'm gonna do I'm gonna cheat a bit for this. Their is gonna be a favorite male character and favorite female character. Yet the first character is honestly my favorite.

Including at times I've been thinking of making a top 5 favorite male and female characters basically top 5 for bit. I feel they might be conversational but considering opinions on here it's not really conversational or whatever I'm just trying to sound extreme or whatever.

My favorite character is a character you've seen me talk about, post about him, I've praised him, I really want him in the Sonic movie and I mean the 2019 I should say despite it might cause problems for the movie. Also I mean he was already in the Sonic OVA where me and others still think it's his best version ever since(edit it was snc originally) we want to see something like that again. For me would love to see the movie verison if the 2019 movie is successful be like the OVA version he's my header image and icon as of this time being(unless you see this later) for God sakes I'm hyping him up too much.

It's Metal Sonic.

Who I like to call the Metallic Blur and the other name edit changed game to name I don't say the Metal Son. I mean Sonic has the name the Blue Blur so why the hell not.

To be honest I like Sonic himself as a character despite I understand criticism against him. I also adore Robotnik Eggman as a character and I'm talking about the game versions.

Basically Sonic and Eggman would be in my top 5. Yet Metal Sonic I think even at a early age I liked him. He's seriously a character I feel has quite some dimension to him if written right. The whole idea of a robot who thinks he's the real Sonic and a whole bunch of other crap. He's basically the dark version of Sonic done right what others have said in a way.

Especially weird ideas if you make Sonic's abilities and Eggman's evil ambitions but theirs no dialogue. I guess I like Metal Sonic because he's basically the best of both worlds.

It could also be trying to act grown up and I mean I've had difficult time choosing a favorite character and I didn't wanna seem cliche which sounds stupid as hell.

Metal is basically a badass character built to be superior in Sonic in every way. He's a character I felt would pop up more and is treated with respect more. While not betraying Eggman but still being loyal to him.

Especially I thought my liking towards Metal is something similar to Spider-Man and Venom. Only you don't hear Metal detailing to someone of how he's gonna kill him. I'm referencing that new Venom trailer seriously last year and at times I want a Metal Sonic game but that's so difficult.

I'm sorry for rambling basically Metal is a character I like and he can be written in quite some ways. Especially as a character that should be fear like in a horror film.(I've had some Sonic movie ideas similar to Michael Crichton from Jurassic Park, Terminator, and Predator but that's a different discussion) he's just seriously an awesome character I would like to see used more and expanded upon in canon.

In fact I seem to love the robots in the Sonic franchise like even other robotic Sonic's bent on Sonic's destruction, but also I like Gamma and Omega as well sorry saying too much. But also Orbot and Cubot can be entertaining.

Fine you know what I sometimes feel like saying this to be extreme of how I feel about Metal Sonic.

Sonic is the virgin while Metal Sonic is the chad.....it sounds funny but I seriously respect Sonic as a character despite his faults.

Basically the virgin Sonic and the chad Metal Sonic God that sounds ridiculous and I honestly like Sonic as a character.

Now the female and I wanna share this.

Amy Rose.

You know their were at times I felt like should it be Rouge as my favorite female character. I mean honest Rouge is my favorite and it's also me trying to be grown up liking characters that seem to be intended for older audiences.

But Amy is a character I adore and I'm speaking of the game version. Amy like Sonic is honestly a positive influence. Especially while yes she has a crush on Sonic. Yet she's honestly a kind soul and basically she gives me good feelings or whatever.

I feel other fans can explain it better. She is strong while compassionate and I'm one of the many folks that gets pissed when she gets bastardized as a character only to be a stalker of Sonic and other stuff. Because it seriously annoys me and I'm surprised in stuff like that their isn't a moment where people call on her. I don't give a fuck about that Piko Piko Hammer somebody slap a bastardization and tell her what she's doing is wrong. Basically sorry I'm talking about other versions I'm seriously rambling.

Yet seriously Amy is a character I feel it might be hard to explain, I have other favorite female characters such as Rouge, Elise, and others. I don't wanna spoil my top 5 almost did. But Amy okay she's not perfect is a character I seriously like.

She's kind, while being strong(don't worry Rouge is nice too) doesn't give up on Sonic. But seriously I feel other people can explain this better. I'm just not trying to sound like a bias douchebag.

Tags done and sorry if that became long I seriously wanted to talk about this and explain in detail.

Edit I forgot to mention my two favorites first appeared in Sonic CD yes theirs the manga but we're talking about the canon games whatever. But yeah Sonic CD to me and it's basically their first official first appearance.

[captainshazamerica]

Yeah it's the same anon 💜 dude my apologies for the amount of crap I've spewed in your ask box but in my defense no one I know gives a shit about batfam or gotham rogues or Alfred (I've gushed here about alfreds fabulousness too opps) anndd I partly blame you for me falling back into the titans trap cuz s1 was meh I forgot I even watched s2 😅 then I seen some titans stuff on your blog and boom my brain latched onto it and now here I am experiencing maternal fear for my son jason 😢you are 1000% right this jason is PERFECTION as robin like actual perfection I dunno why but I thought this robin was like 16? So I was thinkin how tf is 16/17 yo supposed to be redhood!? It work in comics/cartoon but live action 16 y/o redhood seems meh I kinda want the lazarus pit just I freakin want TALIA but I don't think that's gonna happen I dunno

Tbh (this may be biased) but I think the Gotham tv show is literally the best dc comics adaptation of anything ever! it is superior to all thier shows movies animations and the arrowverse at least in my books lol

Tumblr is my only form of 'social media' and I don't keep up with updates or anything about shows cuz I like to pretend the fiction is real and I don't want reality wrecking that for me like hahahaa so I had no clue about timmy or babs but I'm so happy

DUDE YES this is literally the only time I can see bruce ever killing the joker on screen aww please I want it so bad I mean they probably won't but they should cuz this is the only capacity in which batman can kill the joker live action like if down the line somewhere on another show/movie bruce killed joker he prob wouldn't be dead dead or they'd bring him back some way so the kill wouldn't even matter but old bruce killing the joker because he's finally had enough he's old now, jasons death finished him and he's not gonna be batman anymore it's a nice end for batman and the joker, it's the only way we'll ever get this end cuz like you said they'll never have the balls to permanently kill joker any other way in live action everything is aligning perfectly for this to happen so dang dc just freakin let it happen c'mon

Yo whose your first fav rogue? Is it riddler? I feel like mines riddler haven't really thought much about whose my fav gotham rogue but I'd probably say riddler, I prefer the central city rogues but the Gotham rogues are just pure chaos and I'm living for that hahaa

I'd rather superheros/vigilantes/villians in live action not have relationship drama just put them in a relationship or dont like I came for the action and weird super shit not the ordinary relationship drama thankfully titans seem to be doing okay in this aspect I do quite like dickkory a lot but I mean in the supergirl show ughhh I was like I came here for the flying and the dope laser eyes I don't give a shit about her getting a boyfriend like seriously whyyy

My brain decides to jump about obsessing over characters like one week Kory is my wife next week detective grayson is my husband and I AM NIGHTWING then my brain is like no Barbara kean is wifey just basically fictionally I'm married to everyone 😅

Yikes this was so long sorry girl

Omg, pls don't apologize! I get so dang excited whenever i get an ask, yours always make my day, you don't even know! Like same about no one i know caring about dc/batfam! And talking to someone about it is so much better than yelling into the wind here on a text post that no one reads xD Don't stop sending your asks whenever you wanna dump your feels/talk about dc/batfam omg.

And Im so proud I got you into this Titans spiral xD My work here is done hahahaha. But yes, I feel like his looking so young for red hood over shadows how great his jason robin performance was! Love seeing him get that recognition! But yeah, the age is def off, like I cant remember how old they said he was in the show, maybe 16? but too young for red hood in live action form. Like its hard cause in reality 16 year olds and 19 year old boys typically don't look too different, for the most part, while comics you can get get away with it more. Huh, yeah, it doesn't seem like Talia is gonna happen, maybe just maybe a cameo or something? Cause we also weren't expecting joker but here we are(tho it almost looks like he wont be a big plot point/even see him much, it almost looks like it is just showing how brutal gotham is? But like its just the trailer and doesnt always give the full picture so who knows!)

Omg YES about Gotham! I 1000% agree! Im also biased cause its what got me into batman, again like exactly a year ago! It got me into the world like no other media of dc had before!(well, Shazam did, i guess tech thats the start of my interest in dc/first time i read the comics, but gotham is what really got me into this spiral). I hate how much hate it gets, like yeah its not perfect and they took creative liberties obviously, but i 100% agree that its the best adoption of DC yet! 100%! Its so nice to see the characters and rogues fleshed out more. I feel like it successfully did what Nolan tried to do in terms of making it dark and realistic, but in a way that was more accurate and true to the comics! I wish it wasn’t canceled so early and thus the last season had to be so rushed :(

thats smart, i typically dont look for spoilers and stuff anymore but I just got so hyper focused that I had to look at least what the stars were putting out on social media, but yeah, i use to get so caught up in all that that it took the fun out of seeing it live.

Oh my gosh, that would seriously be the PERFECT end to batman and joker story in this universe omg. Amen about all that! And like it would hopefully show Jason how much he cares? So maybe Bruce would kill him after red hood emerges? It will be interesting to see hat causes Jason to be so dang pissed in this version.

ahaha yes riddler is my fav! (my header gave it away didn’t it xD) I love most Riddlers but ESPECIALLY gotham riddler, Ed is like one of my fav character of all time. Oooh, I don’t know central city rogues all that well(well, way more than Metropolis rogues, I know so little about superman world), like I know some from the first 3 and a half seasons of the flash (I watched a couple years ago but got busy with school and couldn’t keep up and just never caught up/didnt have motivation to finish(plus i forgot so much id have to rewatch everything again), but I saw they finally just introduced Bart Allen, so I have have to randomly jump back in for a bit cause Bart is one of my favsss), and the ones in the cartoons and stuff

Ha! true, i dont mind it when its for character development or if I happen to be super into the ship(like Nygmakins in Gotham omg, I know they are super unpopular but they are like one of my OTPs omg), I feel like it has to be balanced right/not too much focus on the drama of the relationship over everything else. Like a minor subplot is good but don’t make it the focus of the show. And yeah , supergirl never appealed to me cause of that reason! i like drama and not JUST action (I like psychological drama, as long as there is comfort to follow xD) but yea i get what u mean by too much relationship focus . I think, for the most part, Gotham did that pretty well.

omg i love the disaster bi vibes you are giving off xD But omg I feel the jumping around thing so much ahaha. Like right now the 4 robins are constantly on rotation on who I’m obsessing over at the moment tbh xD

Omg mine responses are just as long, don’t apologize!!!! <333333333333333