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Ohh this was precious.. I absolutely LOVED it! I must have read it at least twice - and kept it open on my other tab during the flight to reread it again.. It's truly one of the best Green family fics 💖

Also, this story is CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED! I don't know what I loved best... Aemond's little memory of desperately yearning for that paternal love, or Helaena and Aegon's bond that was so strong despite their differences as a married couple or Baby Jaehaera's flight with her uncle where she gradually became more and more infatuated with dragon-riding. I cannot express enough how much I enjoyed this piece; I HIGHLY RECOMMEND it! I look forward to rereading it until I'm tired of it 🥰🫶

A History Not Repeated

[Masterlist]

Request: Could I please request Aegon taking Jaehaerys on his dragon, and Aemond taking Jaehaera, perhaps? Maybe from Aemond’s perspective of being cautiously optimistic that these children will be happier and safer than he was? Fun uncle bonding time with quiet niece perhaps? <;3 @ellrond

Content Tags: Drabble, Fluff, A Teeny Bit of Angst

It was hard not to out-fly the others. Vhagar just did is so effortlessly. Her great bulk overtook everyone when they flew as a clutch. Dreamfyre and Sunfyre became mere specks beside her.

Not today. High above where Aemond flew, Aegon and Sunfyre skirted the clouds. The perfect image of golden glory, they danced amongst the wisping cirrus. Occasionally the elder prince tore sideways, Sunfyre lilting gracefully as his bat-like wings sliced the sky. Aegon’s white hair caught in the early evening light, and so too did his son’s, and Aemond smiled. Loathe as he was to admit it, it made Aegon look handsome, and he knew that he too looked the same. Better, most certainly.

“Ilagon, Sunfyre!” In high spirits, Aegon was almost tolerable. Indeed, it had been his idea for all five of them to ride together. Exhaust the children before sleep, he had said.

“Ilagon, Sunfyre!” The copycat little voice was barely audible over the rush of wind and the beating of Vhagar’s wings.

Sweet Jaehaerys, not long since his fourth nameday, giggled as Sunfyre passed Vhagar on their descent towards Blackwater Bay. Aemond watched as the wee prince held his arms aloft, his father’s wrapped tightly around his waist.

A born dragon rider, that boy. Aemond looked at the blonde bundle in his lap. Wrapped in blankets, little Jaehaerya’s eyes watched wide as Vhagar flew in a straight line. Two fat fingers were coiled around Aemond’s leather gloves, and even through the fabric he felt how tightly his niece clung to him.

As bored as he was, Aemond was mindful to keep a steady course. Every now and again, Vhagar grumbled. She didn’t mind these simple flights. At her age, a gentle trip along the coast was all she needed to stretch her wings, content to spend the rest of the day sleeping. It was the company she loathed. If she could just take Aemond up above the clouds…

She grumbled again and Jaehaera squeaked in terror.

“It’s ok,” Aemond patted Vhagar’s scaled side and brought his hand to brush over his niece’s hair. “I’ve got you, byka mēre.” She whimpered a little and shuffled closer to her uncle. The chuckle that rumbled through Aemond’s chest seemed to soothe her and she tipped her head back to look at him.

A few unshed tears whipped sideways across her cheeks as the wind changed direction. His heart tightened. In that moment, looking up at him, a little frightened, a little excited, a little awed by everything around her, she looked just like her mother.

About half a mile ahead of everyone, Helaena and Dreamfyre were weaving with the wind, drifting dreamily across the sky. Unlike Aegon, Aemond could not see her clearly from here. He didn’t need to. The way Dreamfyre lilted across the horizon told him everything he needed to know. The flight had eased her.

Aegon had been right that a flight would do them all good. It had been a hard day. Especially for Helaena. Their mother had tried too hard. It hurt Aemond to see it. To watch the two women, the two people, he loved most in the world fail to understand each other. Watch Helaena become despondent to the world that their mother and father had constructed for her. Watch his mother struggle in vain to be the parent she never had.

Now, here Helaena was, drifting on the back of Dreamfyre with a lightness that Sunfyre and certainly not Vhagar could ever achieve.

Aemond watched as, below Vhagar, Sunfyre and Aegon made their way towards Helaena and Dreamfyre. Jaehaerya would not even glance, her eyes tightly screwed shut as they were. Aegon kept his distance from his sister-wife. For a while, they flew side by side, one hundred metres or so between them. After a few minutes, Dreamfyre veered gently towards Sunfyre, their snouts bumping together before moving back to their own course.

It struck Aemond then that Aegon may not feel like Helaena’s husband, but he still felt like her brother. How tenderly he was letting her know he was there, he was close, he cared.

It was a miracle, truly, that the three of them were still this close. Of course, he and Aegon had their moments. More than a few. The greys on his mother’s otherwise auburn head were proof of that. But years of infighting, war and familial heartbreak had somehow left the bond the three of them shared intact.

Aemond absentmindedly patted Vhagar’s side, not noticing how Jaehaerya held is harm tighter around her. How had they remained together so entwined? It was a question he had thought on often, and one to which he knew the answer.

All three, outcasts. Four, if he included their mother. Destined for a life of second best. Or third, or fourth. The root cause? Their low-life, festering excuse of a father. A man not fit for kinghood, let alone fatherhood. Thank the Seven he was gone.

Aemond could count on one hand the times his father had been attentive towards him. On one, damned, finger.

“You have the histories I asked for?”

“Yes, father.”

“Well then, bring them here.”

Round that ridiculous model city. He was already rotting by the time Aemond reached ten years old. The smell was disgusting. Spirals of incense smoke swirled and in the dark, his father sat like a gargoyle.

“You know the stories of our ancestors, Aemond?”

“Yes, father.”

“Of Aegon and Visenya?”

“Yes father, mother and Septa Sybyl taught us.”

“Good. Good-” His father held his hand out for the book, eyes still focused on the miniature city.

“Father?” Aemond had been hesitant then. Viserys spent so little time with his children that Aemond still saw him as king first, father second.  

“Yes, Aemond?”

“Which is your favourite? Your favourite story of our ancestors?”

“Well, that would be of Aegon the Conqueror, your brother’s forebear. Come here, my boy.” Viserys had indicated the chair beside him. Aemond almost felt that had he been younger, more whole, Viserys would have invited him to sit on his knee. For an hour or two, they sat together, Viserys telling Aemond enchanting stories of Visenya and Vhagar.

Once. Just once had Aemond felt like his child. His adored son.

“You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?”

“Uncle?”

“I asked you a question!”

“Uncle?”

“Your King demands an answer!”

“Uncle, please.”

Aemond looked down. Jaehaerya was shaking, eyes clapped on her parents’ distant figures. The wind had picked up and his little niece’s round cheeks were red with cold. Her eyelashes fluttered in the gale and up ahead, the clouds hard darkened from rosiest pink to oppressive purple. Rain.

“Up we go,” Aemond tried to say it as reassuringly as possible, but at the prospect of flying still higher, Jaehaerya wailed.

Up and up they flew, Vhagar’s great body beating in time with her wings as she approached the clouds. The first whisps pf damp air kissed Aemond’s cheeks and he breathed in great lungfuls of cloud. After days in the stuffy halls and chambers of the keep, no fresher air could be found than up hear on the back of Vhagar.

Freely, whole-heartedly and not without pleasant surprise, Aemond laughed. The loud and giddy kind when you hear an unexpected joke, feel pride, catch sight of a lover. Tucked against his chest, gripping tightly onto his arm, Jaehaerya did the same. A nervous, hesitant little tinkle of noise, but a laugh nonetheless.

Aemond looked down. “It’s nice isn’t it? The clouds.”

“Mhmm,” Jaehaerya was blinking rapidly against the damp air, trying desperately to see through the fog.

“Almost there, little one.” And true to his word, as he always was, Aemond, Vhagar and little Jaehaerya broke through the cloud. Jaehaerya gasped.

The air was utterly still, the whistling of the wind gone. Beneath them, the purple clouds glowed garishly as the sun set below. A few bright stars freckled the sky, and Vhagar roared happily. The great noise vibrated through her belly and Jaehaerya laughed. Truly. Aemond did too at the sweet sound. When Jaehaerya tipped her head back again to look at her beloved uncle, he saw her tears were gone. A bright smile spread across her face.

“I like it here,” she said gently.

“Me too,”

With nothing but the quiet hush of air and the drum of Vhagar’s wings to hear, Aemond and Jaehaerya flew. Dreamfyre appeared through the cloud up ahead.

“Mama!” Jaehaerya called across sky, one pudgy hand daring to let go of her uncle and wave. In the distance, her mother waved back and dipped back blow the blanket of white.

Again, Aemond thought of his childhood. Of his parents. He wondered too, had his uncle dared with familial life rather than seeking his own warped glory, would he have taken Aemond flying on Caraxes?  Of course not, he didn’t do it with his own children.

Beside them, Aegon broke through the cloud and glided silently in tandem with his brother. Jaehaerys was sleeping in his arms, a little blond bundle. The brothers glanced at each other, and Aegon smiled awkwardly before turning his head forward. And Aemond, in that moment, with his siblings beside him, thought that these littles ones might just have a better childhood than he. In fact, he knew it. Afterall, Aemond Targaryen was true to his word, as he always was.  

Note: Wasn’t sure what plural noun to give dragons so I settled on “clutch” as it emphasises the familial nature of the three Targaryen siblings in flight.

Writing requests while I have a break from publishing my series.

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @exitpursuedbyavulcan @babyblue711 @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @cyeco13

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a non-comprehensive guide to my favourite characters in claymore, the best manga you've never read (more under the cut)

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day 1 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

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Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 3 - Random Screenshot Edition

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Catie's Big Ass bucktommy fic rec (Part One)

So I'm not gonna lie, I have most of these fics priv. bookmarked because I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THEM YET AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ABOUT THAT. But more than one anon has asked for this and it tickles me pink that y'all like my writing enough to trust in my recs. So. Please, please, be better than I am and make sure to kudos and comment if you enjoy any of these works.

(Guys, there are SO MANY amazing writers in this fandom. So many truly breathtaking fics already. I got two hours into this and realized I was going to need to split this into parts because I have too many things to say about each of these and I want to do them all justice.)

Writers you can trust in:

@rcmclachlan /ao3 : I will sing RC's praises to the moon and back. There is something about the way RC injects humor into the tiniest of lines that makes me want to scream into a pillow until I pass out. You will see more than one of RC's fics in this list.

@kirkaut /ao3: kirkaut is the reason I jumped on this bandwagon. The unhinged spiral into LFJr obsession and the prevalence of well thought out meta and incredibly hot fic drew me in. If you are not following kirkaut, change that now.

@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat / catfud_ohplease on ao3: Devastating prose. The ability to turn a theme on a dime and STAB YOU IN THE HEART with it. Mac owns my whole soul when it comes to really scratching that itch behind my eyelids for thematic imagery and really creative ideas for fic that aren't just run-of-the-mill smut/angst/fluff.

@devirnis / ao3: Ali only has one bucktommy fic up on ao3 but it is devine and I love it. Ali is also the only writer who has tempted me into reading buddie. This is not an indictment on buddie fandom or buddie fic writers in general, I just tend to be a one ship kinda gal and I don't really dive into fic for a ship I don't vibe with. Ali's writing has made me reconsider this position.

@beefcakekinard / thingbe on ao3: The domesticity. Literally just reread one of Rose's fics this morning and HAD to comment on it again because it made me want to fling myself to Jupiter.

(This is not a comprehensive list, but I just realized how many fics I have already bookmarked for bucktommy and I'm already under a readmore.)

Fics that make my brain go brrrr:

only fools rush in - somnum365 ( @firehose118)

Tommy lets Buck set the pace. Buck is ready for something.

Super hot and all about checking in. I've got a thing for discovering sex with a partner starting out with frottage and this delivers. The characterizations are so great.

Colin Firth Thinks You're Hot - IDontGoHereEither (@herrmannhalsteadproduction)

Buck is late for a special date night with Tommy, but he still stops to help a stranger stuck on the side of the road. Luckily, that stranger is about to help HIM.

Cute as fuck with a super fun guest star. Who doesn't want Mr. Darcy to think your boyfriend is hot?

sad girl poetic thursday night - screamlet

Date night menu: pasta primavera and emotional unpacking.

There's something about the pacing of this that sent me into a tailspin. The stream of consciousness that actually bleeds from the dialogue into the action and vice versa. Hng.

I Was Only Falling In Love - Princessfbi (@princessfbi)

Tommy in crisis mode.

There's a moment in this fic where Eddie has to pull Tommy back from the precipice of something and it lives entirely rent free in my head, forever and ever amen. The firefam taking care of Buck by taking care of Tommy.

let me count the ways - ashesandhalefire

Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a good evening are chattier than they probably reasonably should be

There is something about this fic that feels like the witching hour is upon you, like you could live in this little pocket world Buck and Tommy have created for themselves forever. The dialogue is fantastic, and the way they communicate with each other is just *chefs kiss*

let's make it cinematic - kirkaut

Tommy helps Buck deal with some of his impotent rage in the face of the Gerrard of it all.

Listen, I do not have a praise kink. This kinda makes me wish I did.

"[...]Everything is.” He circles a finger around in the air. “It’s very spinny.” - this line of dialogue came for my fucking throat.

Sick with it - Mellow_Yellow

what if in an alternate universe babyslut Buck joined the 118 when Tommy was still in his closeted asshole era and they had a torrid affair??

The way this is a little fucked up. The way the characterizations aren't exactly familiar because they haven't aged into what we know them as in current canon. The way you can see in every broken line and every stutter step that Tommy is falling for Evan and has No Fucking Idea what to do with that. Ugh. Best Met Earlier AU I've ever read.

He blinked as Tommy walked by, eyes sliding closed again before he left. He felt a light touch on the top of his head but figured he was imagining it. He couldn’t think of anyone at the 118 who would touch him that carefully. - just absolutely fucking end me they're so good/bad for each other

A Full Body Workout - Persiflager

Tommy and Buck spend a day trying to distract Eddie from the *gestures vaguely* all of it.

The way this is so quiet in the way it shows you how Tommy and Buck care for each other. The way they are down bad but still so hyperaware of the pace they've set, the things they've talked about. The way they take care of their friend here. I'm obsessed with the tone of this one. Also, as a general theme, nothing draws me in more than well thought out dialogue, and this one has some fucking GREAT dialogue.

Your love is better than ice cream - Cecily_v, liminalmemories

An alternative meet-cute, where-in Tommy doesn’t know the 118 and decides Buck is worth it anyway. Buck is confused but figures some things out.

There is so much I love about this AU. How they meet. How their relationship progresses. How it feels glacially slow in comparison to the canon storyline but also how in character they both are. The foundation of their love in this fic is downright eatable.

just couldn't fall til we met - thingbe (@beefcakekinard)

Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.

This is the one that crossed my dash earlier today and made me eat fucking glass on reread. The closeness. The way they're both so tactile. The blink and you'll miss it hints at a life being built together. Eating this UP every time I read it.

The Premium Twunk Appreciation Society, President: Tommy Kinard - everythingremainsconnected

5 times Tommy almost faints like a Victorian maiden at the sight of Buck’s flesh, and 1 time he can do something about it.

“Hey,” Evan said, shoving Eddie out of the way and filling the screen with his playful glare, “organise bro time on your own time, I’m on the phone with– with Tommy.”

“With who?” Eddie repeated. Tommy didn’t need to see his face to hear the fondness in the mocking. “Who’s on the phone? I didn’t quite catch that.”

- They are so stupid about each other in this fic, please read it and watch steam blow out your ears at how sweet and hot and down bad for each other they are.

desire (i want to turn into you) - chthonicheart

The first time Buck’s really able to bury his face between a man’s tits, he nearly cries.

pwp but with a whole heaping of character study. HOT.

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) - middyblue (daisyblaine) [@middyblue]

Tommy has doubts.

There is a general mood to this piece that feels heavy in a way I can't quite explain. There was a weight on my chest all the way through this in the BEST way possible. The way Tommy navigates his mind and struggles to trust the little slice of peace he and Buck have carved out is just mindbogglingly beautiful.

Come Fly The Friendly Skies - RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan)

Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.

"Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us,"

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE over how funny and insightful this fic is.

Every characterization is picture perfect.

Maddie gives great hugs, but she's so small; if she had this guy's build and could basically fold Buck into her like an old blanket, they'd have to pry him out of her arms with the jaws of life.

In the back of Buck's mind, in a place he hasn't discovered, he's already picked out a venue and chosen his centerpieces. He's mentally putting together seating arrangements. This line of Buck's thoughts on Tommy Kinard told me so.

Please read this and join me in trying to destroy RC with my mind (lovingly).

little by little - MediaWhore

Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

There is something so soft and gentle about this fic. The way Tommy just gives in to the exhaustion and props himself up against Buck because he knows he'll be able to take the weight (he wants to take the weight and Tommy knows it). The quiet flirting, the way they take care of one another. The jumpscare of Marge and Phil and how this fic is right at the edges of exploring that but Buck has me important priorities.

“It was badly done,” - the way this is so in character for Ma Buckley and the way it made me want to SHAKE HER TIL HER TENDONS SHATTERED AND SHE CRUMBLED LIKE A SATISFYING CASINO IMPLOSION

Soft and heartbreaking and mending all at once.

while you arranged flowers - newtkelly

Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

The way I want to wrap this Buck up tenderly and hide him from the people in his life who DON'T DESERVE HIS AFFECTION, HIS LOVE, HIS JOY.

The non-urgency of this, the absolute too-much-too-soon he's dealing with in his own mind while he grapples with the reality of seizing a second chance with both hands and getting to explore himself within the confines of a very lovely, very sweet and kind, VERY HOT man he wants to get on his knees for.

Beautiful prose, excellent dialogue, an insightful character study.

[gnomewithalaptop]

I'm still too distracted to write so here have a list of YJ-cast centric fics that make me froth at the mouth

Kon-centric recs:

I Want It That Way (1990s Tim/Kon) by WynterSky / @wynterstars -- A revamped, 90s-style Superboy origin story with added Lex Luthor AND a lil bit of 90s Robin for spice and flavor. Honestly, this whole series is so elite -- goes hard with the Superboy mythos + angst PLUS the third fic leans hard into the secret identity shenanigans in a way that'd make Miraculous Ladybug jealous. The first fic splits its attention between Tim and Kon, but the latter two are solidly Kon-centric

one plus one (easy math) by connerdrakewayne / @comphetkoncass -- Cassandra Cain and Kon go to a gala together. I'm always a sucker for a good Cass + Kon friendship. This one's very short and sweet, and it gets the job done -- 10/10 would read again

a timeline can be a haunted house by connerdrakewayne -- post-universal reset Kon angst + terrible coping mechanisms! This one goes so hard I read it three times. Tbh this author has an excellent handle on Kon as a character in general, so I honestly recommend just checking out their whole fic stash

Tim-centric recs:

Top 10 Secret Identity Fails by @havendance -- Tim's new English teacher is his on-again-off-again superhero teamup Helena Bertinelli (aka the Huntress). This one's just fun, okay -- the whole thing reads like it could be straight out of Tim's 1993 solo run, plus I love the dynamic between him and Helena. Overall just a very cool vibe

only the dead stay 17 forever by Sky_Dust (couldn't find their tumblr sorry) -- Listen, I've really been restraining myself here, because I realize my love for time-travel bullshit is not universal, but I genuinely couldn't not include this one. This bad boy is a Tim-centric time-loop featuring a seriously unhinged Tim -- definitely a darker tone, but I can't stop rereading it

Bart-centric recs:

reflections on respawning: a gamer's uncertainty by merils / @mamawasatesttube -- Bart has a hard conversation about his death and subsequent resurrection (feat. Kon) man, I just vibe with this one so hard. It's such a thoughtful take on Bart's more contemplative side, while still managing to keep his personality intact

the backlash to the backlash to the thing that's just begun by @kermit-coded -- trans/gnc impulse my beloved <3 also we get some funky Max & Bart bonding, made much rawer and more real by the fact that it's the 90s and nobody knows what they're doing. Again, feels like it's straight out of Bart's solo series

Cassie-centric recs:

you and I, we are more than just this armor by @suzukiblu -- KonCassie bonding + gender feels. They're both so trans in this, and the author does a great job of really digging deep into their complicated feelings (both about gender and about each other)

(also PLEASE somebody give me more Cassie-centric fic recs I'm literally begging you)

Team recs

I'm all yours but you're all mine by suzukiblu -- Poly Core 4 Soulmates AU! Essentially, everybody gets their 'soulmark'/soulmate-identifier (not really, but the best word) right when Kon wakes up in his pod, and because Superboy hasn't really made his big splash yet, they misidentify their soulmate as Superman; this is an issue mainly because 1) they're all 14-15 and Superman is roughly 30-ish, and 2) by the time this fic takes place, Superman is pretty verifiably dead. Currently in-progress, but this is such an interesting and fun take on the usual soulmates trope. I pinky promise you won't regret reading it

Love, Not Loved series by @popsunner -- hoooomygod this series makes me cry literally every time I read it, it's genuinely one of the most realistic representations of grief I've seen on AO3. Basically explores the general fucked-up-edness of pretty much the whole YJ Core 4 Squad dying one by one, with each fic focusing on a different funeral (complete with survivor's guilt, regular guilt, and just plain old complicated feelings). We get Cassie feels, we get Tim feels, we get Bart + Kon feels -- it's the whole shebang. Don't worry -- there's a happy ending eventually, but you def gotta work for it. This series beat me up and stole my lunch money and I'd happily do it all over again

Lost the Last Piece of Me by InsaneTrollLogic / @last01standing -- YJ Core 4 Animorphs AU! I'm sad to say I've never read the original Animorphs series, but every single Animorphs AU I've ever read has been such high quality. Unsurprisingly (I love this author, okay), this fic is no exception to that rule. Solid alien-invasion plot, character driven, and the world-building is explained well enough that even a newbie like me can understand (feat. some TimKon, but it's not the main focus)

Ikonoclast by anantipodean (couldn't find a tumblr) -- Tim and Kon get sent to an alternate reality that's almost (but not quite) like their own. This one's just fun for me -- I love the TimBart buildup and the worldbuilding on the other Earth is a funky time. Also, the other universe's Tim is goth and absolutely cannot stand mainstream-reality Tim, and I find that extremely funny for some reason

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#22 galaco (prize ver)

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Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[ch1zzie]

I tried redrawing an old thing i made in 2023 but I gived up💔💔💔

[xsapphic-celestialx]

guys I ended up on the wrong side of swiftie tumblr please help get me back to the normal side where people don’t think that Taylor swift is secretly a lesbian who is singing to k*rlie kl*ss 😭😭 like istg she could marry Travis tomorrow and have 8 kids with him and they’d all be like “omg performance art” like you really think queen kylie kelce would involve her family in this if it was fake? The same kylie who is NOTORIOUS for not taking any bullshit? You think she’s involving her kids in this? Not a chance (side note Kylie kelce please adopt me I love you)

also if she was gay it makes more sense from a pr perspective for her to be single for a while rather than for her to have a “beard” she’s constantly slut shamed for having boyfriends and it’s not like those men get away Scot free either…. like she was fresh out of a 6 year relationship she could very easily have gone the “taking some time to work on myself before I get into another relationship” route if she didn’t want to date men anymore but instead she went straight to matty Healy of all people (which I genuinely think is one of the worst decisions she’s made in the past 5 years but then again she’s a grown adult who can do what she likes it’s none of my business and that is an opinion for another day)

“she’s being so loud in her songs only gaylors would understand” so close! Believing that a celebrity is sending you secret messages is actually a sign of schizophrenia! She’s not your friend she doesn’t know you and you should probably seek help xx

p.s. if you read this and felt offended I suggest you get a job I’ve heard they’re really good at filling all that free time you use to try and tear apart a stranger’s relationship

[iarrelm]

An early morning conversation about tea got a little out of hand

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PSA

I love the Star Trek fandom community and its boundless creativity. That said, I don't think it's unreasonable to expect and give proper attribution when your work is inspired by other artists or a particular niche. There is an unfortunate tendency to steal ideas and posts without giving credit, which is both unfortunate and disingenuous

Part of being in a community is how you engage with other members of that community, and underhanded behavior does not get us any closer to a Starfleet future

"The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth, whether it's scientific truth or historical truth or personal truth! It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based, and if you can't find it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth... you don't deserve to wear that uniform." -Jean Luc Picard

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✧ The Ardal stars ✧

[sefynarose]

i want to find either a Chinese or Russian artist to commission a full size double image of Sylus so that i can make it into a body pillow