#pleeease feel free to add on

[chickpea0]

I want to talk about the theeee uh connections between people regressing and loneliness but I'm too tired

[typicalopposite]

sunday snippet (sunday sentences)

heyyyy! so that thing i mentioned yesterday? the racing au? yeah that one! Welllllp! I did the it!

<3<3<3<3<3

Victory Lane

Focus. Speed. I’m speed…

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.

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One winner. 42 losers.

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.

“I eat losers for breakfast!” Tommy says in a mock Lightning McQueen voice (which is actually pretty good, if he says so himself). He reaches over the back of the couch and grabs Jee, lifting her up into the air. She squeals, and giggles, and wiggles against his hold until he finally sets her back down. 

“Watch with me, Uncle Tommy!” she says, bouncing on the cushion and smiling up at him so sweetly… is he actually expected to say no? He looks at the TV– at the opening scenes of Cars as it plays out– and sighs dramatically. “Pleeease!!” she begs, lip in full pout and eyes wide and sad… both Buckley siblings strongest attributes being used against him. 

“Okay, okay! Break my arm why don’t ya!” She leaps up from the couch and grabs hold of his arm, tugging him around until he's seated next to her. 

By the end of the movie Jee is determined to grow up to be a racecar– “You mean race car driver?” ; “No.”–  and Tommy is feeling just nostalgic enough from a long since buried time in his past to indulge in her newest interest. He finds a box in his garage filled with some of Evan���s belongings he hasn’t unpacked yet in the move. He dumps– with care, so he doesn’t get in trouble for it later– the stuff on his work bench, and then returns inside with the box. 

Some cutting, and taping, and coloring later and he is pushing Jee around the backyard on a track made with painter tape and hoses, in her very own racebox. At least it’s what he does until his back reminds him he is in his forties and so he cuts out some leg holes, attaches shoulder straps, and officially RaceBox Jee is born. Then he sets her loose on the track and reclines in one of the yard chairs watching as she wears herself out nicely for a nap. 

When Maddie and Howie pick her up that afternoon, Jee can’t stop talking about racing; she tells them about the movie, shows them her car costume– “Uncle Tommy said this was what his car looked like!” she says enthusiastically and Tommy had honestly thought she would forget that detail. Howie stares at the cardboard car impressed, before finally lifting his eyes to Tommy. “I didn’t know you were so into racing!”

“Oh… well– I’m not, really. Not anymore.”

“Wait, you actually had a car?” Maddie presses, brows raising with interest. “Did you race?”

“I– Yeah… a long time ago. It was just… a hobby, I guess.” His hands find their way into his pockets, and he sways on his feet nervously. It’s been… a while since he has talked about that part of his life, he thought he’d keep it buried forever. Damn it Disney.

Were you good?” she continues.

“How many did you win?” Howie adds.

“Does Buck know?” They seem so enthralled with learning something new about Tommy– the constant mystery among the 118 & co. His face must give away the overload they are putting on him and Maddie’s cheeks turn pink. “Oh god, we’re so sorry!” she laughs, resting a hand on Howie’s shoulder. 

Tommy feels the weight of expectant answers lift, and he smiles at them. “You’re fine, but no, Evan doesn’t know… it just hasn’t been important to me in so long it didn’t feel significant enough to bring up.” Maddie gives him an understanding smile, and a big yawn from Jee signifies it is time they head out. 

*

“So how did your first time babysitting go?” Evan asks the next morning. He all but runs into Tommy’s arms, pressing their lips together before Tommy can give an answer. 

“Mmm,” Tommy hums, forever savoring the taste of Evan’s kiss. “Technically, it wasn’t my first time. We have watched her dozens of times before.”

Evan gives the slightest of eye rolls, smiling as he pulls free of Tommy’s embrace. “Yeah, yeah… but this is the first time it was just Jee and Uncle Tommy,” he clarifies, smiling at himself for using the title he put Jee up to using a few visits ago, and she took to using it ever since. He loves it. Uncle Tommy. You couldn’t have made Tommy of the past believe this would be his life if you could take back cold hard evidence to prove it. Tommy of the past, even back when racing was something he used as an outlet– something that brought him joy amidst his bleak outlook on life– would have laughed at the idea of settling down. The idea he could find happiness in another person, The idea he could be himself, and would have a family to support and love him anyway. Yeah… right. 

Thank god Evan stopped Tommy of the present from letting Tommy of the past be right.

“It went great actually. We watched Cars.”

“I love that movie!” Evan beams over at him from the coffee pot as he pours himself a cup. “Maddie used to say I thought I was Lightning McQueen back in the day.”

“Like uncle, like niece,” Tommy laughs. “Jee says she’s going to be a race car when she grows up.”

“Like a driver?”

“No.” Tommy laughs at Evan’s confusion, but moves on without clarifying. “We, uh, made her a car out of a cardboard box… I– I made it up to look like a real race car– a specific race car… actually.”

“Oh? What car?”

Tommy opens his mouth to say mine, and his phone rings. He groans and grabs it off the counter, feelings like the entire world hit the brakes when he sees the name. His Aunt Cassie, whom he hasn’t spoken to since Christmas when she called to fill him in on the current drama going on in their families personal lives. She is the only family member he even still speaks to. The latest dose of gossip was that his dad had been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer– nearly fifty years of smoking non filtered cigarettes will do that to you. He was surprised it hadn’t got him sooner. He already knows what to expect when he answers the phone. 

“He’s gone, baby…” she says with a heavy sigh… and Tommy isn’t sure how to respond to that. Thankfully Aunt Cassie is a godsend and understands. “I have the arrangement taken care of, don’t fret with that… just get here as soon as you can; funeral will be Sunday.”

Sunday was three days away. 

At the very latest he has to be back in his hometown– a place he hasn’t stepped foot in in almost fifteen years– in three days.

<3<3<3<3<3

hopefully she is done... SOON!

no pressure tags forrrr @30somethingautisticteacher @nine-one-wanton @judymarch15 @sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction

@onthewaytosomewhere @quintessenceofdust88 @unhingedangstaddict @kinardsevan @bidisasterevankinard

@hyperfocusthusly @beanarie @lavenderleahy @weewookinard

@silversky9 @somethingaboutfirefly @bucksxkinard

and you know... anyone else who wants to play!

[glorious-blackout]

Time for The Last Shadow Puppets propaganda @aeolianblues! Honestly the best place to start is to check out their albums as (very sadly) there are only two of them with a handful of b-sides and covers, but as we've been having fun with song rec polls lately I've made one featuring my favourite TLSP songs and some handy links 🥰

Definitely recommend checking out some of their music videos as well, especially those from the Everything You've Come To Expect era as they're very cinematic and camp, but if you only watch one video from these two then pleeease make it Les Cactus. Nothing will erase the myth of Alex Turner being a cool and suave rockstar faster... which is great, because I much prefer him when he's being goofy and having fun 🥰

(also fellow TLSP-mutuals please feel free to add your own propaganda and vote in the poll... or yell at me for my song choices 😅)

[tapwater118]

pinned post jumpscare blauughh

pronouns.cc | strawpage

hiya i’m flower!

i'm plural i think. i (the host) also go by golf ball, GB, box, gaty, maddie, tap water, tap, captain coinpin (<- silly), etc. queer person on the internet with too many names, check

collectively tap/tap water, she/they, 22 y.o. (individual names/pronouns can be found in the pronouns.cc)

fictkin with a bunch of weird blorbos (if you couldn’t tell from the first part) and a-ok with doubles! friends from across the multiverse

i like various things and then will proceed to draw them. big fat bfdi/osc special interest mostly (i am a huge multishipper (based) btw so erm yeah)

feel free to use my art and such as pfps/banners/whatever, just give credit pls

let the record show that i am bad at using social media so uh i am probably a terrible mutual sorry in advance

also if i like over explain something to you please do not take it as a slight against you, i am just autistic (as if it wasn’t obvious)

if ya wanna know more, feel free to shoot up the ask box or dms, i love answering questions. i also like taking requests over asks! just note that it may be some time before i get around to your request

(regarding dms, please come in with something more than ‘hi’. i’m not comfortable initiating conversation with someone im not familiar with.)

(also don’t flirt with me. you don’t have a rat’s chance)

strawpage stuff and other incoherent ramblings are over at @taps-other-blog so look there!

also pleeease tag fireafy neg around me ty. im not even really attached to that ship its just neg about it can really put me in a bad mental state for some unknown and probably dumb reason

if you ship and/or support adult/minor, incest, zoo, etc get tf away from me ewwwwww nasty

also no label discourse if you partake in that i am blowing you up with my mind

things you’ll probably see me blabber about/draw at some point:

object shows (particularly bfdi, but i also fw inanimate insanity, hfjone, boto, animatic battle, tr125, orb, tnm, burner, object kerfuffle, love of the s*n, ppt2, itft, ee, and others im probably forgetting) (oh and idfb fear garden tee hee)

mario

kirby

pikmin

undertale/deltarune

pizza tower

fnf

homestuck

fnaf

petscop

horror stuff in general

regretevator

to be expanded once i remember more stuff

(art may be suggestively crude in humor but never nsfw)

(also if you ask i can always add tags to stuff if you have something in particular you want to mute, i dont mind)

i am working on some cool projects i think you should check them out because they are cool:

Occasionally Coinpin: hosted over at @occasionallycoinpin. posting coinpin, occasionally (the main reason you don’t see coinpin content here all that often)

Book Askblog: hosted at @twotonedhardcover, where i pretend to be a gay little novel for shits and giggles

Battle for Hopes and Dreams: a bfdi x undertale au that puts the characters of bfdi in the world of undertale. tagged as “#battle for hopes and dreams”

Competition for Fantasy Retreat: a bfdi swap au that swaps characters’ compositions and parts of their personalities. tagged as “#competition for fantasy retreat”

BfDI 1990: an unfiction reimagining of bfdi as an NES game from 1990. tagged as “#BfDI1990” (unreality content warning for this). please note that this is NOT an ARG, there is no game or puzzle to be solved, it is simply unfiction

Tap’s BFDI D-Side: a bfdi d-side take, where characters’ designs and personalities are remixed for something new and refreshing! (based on fnf d-sides obviously) tagged as “#tap’s bfdi d side”

BFDI Redux: a hypothetical bfdi season 6, featuring many of the tpot rejects as well as underutilized veterans. tagged as “#bfdi redux”

OSC horror content: i like turning the silly blorbos into fucked up evil creatures. general tag is “#FLApasta” but each story has its own separate tag (general content warning for these)

other tags i’ll use frequently i think:

“#asks” all the crud that ends up in my inbox and also some very nice things. it is a mystery

“#yap fest” for general inane ramblings. i say some very stupid things

“#ultra yap fest” for long posts, including rants and character analyses

“#slop tier post” art and other things that are generally below a certain threshold of quality i hold for myself. i’m probably too harsh on myself but oh well

“#word salad yummy yummy” fanfic stuff. im on ao3 and wattpad if ya didnt know

“#top tier post” “#all the day every day” “#one for the ages” posts that i really really like. usually from moots

“#literally me” fictkin id posts. you get it. no you don’t. i don't get it either

“#oiny” wife

list of Friends :D

@booktaggy

@bottle-ditzy

@depraced

@lemonxlimee

@l1ghtbulb

@novaazurite

@ohmysheetmetal

@onion-makes-stimboards

@sourscheming

@therandomcreechur

@twig-gy

[babyhoney]

"the problem is you're here with him, and it's bothering me, and i don't like that it's bothering me."

writer post

i want to start this off by saying if we've written in the past and lost touch, feel free to interact/reach out. i've penned stories with exquisite writers in the past decade, so please don't be a stranger!

as i enter my 24th year, i'm primarily interested in angsty, smutty, passionate romances.

here's a plot i've been dying to write:

my muse (a woman) and your muse (a man) work together. she’s 25 and he’s 30. he’s in a senior role at a studio; her boss reports to him. he’s a bachelor and has no plans of settling down. she’s one of the most talented new hires and they are… extremely attracted to each other. their work group goes out and they let loose and end up hooking up, but he makes it clear this is just sex, and she agrees because she doesn’t want to jeopardize her work situation. with that said, he likes her a lot; he thinks she’s mind-blowing, and it’s hard to impress him. she melts whenever she sees him (and of course when he’s inside her). everyone at work suspects they’re fucking but no one knows for sure because he won’t confirm or deny. but as they grow more domestic, jealousy arises for each party at the realization they're both free to do as they please. the quote at the beginning of the post is sure to make an appearance; trust me.

i'd love if your muse used harry styles's face claim. this will not be a canonical harry plot (obviously). i'm also open to hearing other fcs (i like avan jogia, for example), but please know my strong preference is for harry.

a few important things:

twenty-one+ only. i'm 24 and include mature themes in my stories, including detailed smut and drug/alcohol use.

discord and/or telegram. i prefer telegram but if discord is your jam, let's make it happen.

no larries. nothing further to add.

if you've read this far and this shit interests you, pleeease interact! would love to (re)connect and build little universes together.

[astroyongie]

Seventeen December reading pleeease 🥹

It's already too late for December ! HOWEVER !!! Guys with the laptop incident I lost my list of reading, so I am opening the readings again for the lists of 2024 so please feel free to send me the requests so I can add them to the list ^^

[smilepilled]

coining community... please add me to your taglists, for ANYTHING you make, editblr and coiningblr... i love being tagged and reblogging everything all at once. please, pleeease let me be in ur taglists. im the reblogger. please. im begging here. i love seeing your creations per request. please. please subject me to your creations. pretty please.

[Plain Text: REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU, TOO, ARE BEGGING TO BE ADDED INTO TAGLISTS]

REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU, TOO, ARE BEGGING TO BE ADDED INTO TAGLISTS

my taglist will be below. ur free to ask me to be added to mine. please dont be shy i prommy i dont bite. unless ur mean to me then i bite. but i dont otherwise... please!!!!

Taglist: @\\\\\\\\radiomogai, @lovesse, @lunentity, @rwuffles, @kiruliom, @nqvo / @cheruvic, @inknoidd, @h-halos, @puppfie, @gender-mailman, @hypnosiacon, @losergendered, @rabidbatboy, @acronym-chaos, @daybreakthing, @gengernoway, @calypsoscyclone, @local-maneater, @scr-ppup, @sevvys, @puriette-archived, @floraeth, @bluecube-coins, @idwl. Please, feel free to ask to be removed from/added to the list. (You're also welcome to ignore this!)

[pauls-broken-a-glass65]

Let me help ya:

"Who the FUCK do you think you AAAAAAAAARE"

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER WITH A GIRL LIKE YoUUUU *cough* That I whiuufbsice"

"I can't breathe after we done that mouth organ bit, can we skip the mouth organ bit"

"George what did it sound like with the bass doing a funny thing, did it sound good or did it sound just like utterly crAp"

"It sounded rather nice"

"Did it, well! THERE see. Told you, muah hello to you and see how you like it."

"HE'S GOT,

EARLY -

Warning, he's got ... darus Duckers."

" Poo, and I stink too. It's that B.O ... -odorant

It's that 🅱️eodorant you're using"

"Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to I wONT-"

"YES YOU WILL"

"HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON A WALL, HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT FALL ....... IT'S A HUMPTY RAP!"

"you said it wasn’t you, but is saw you peep through

YOUR FACE"

"1-2-3-4 *COUgH* 1-2"

"1-2-3 BREAD!"

"How come you fuck up everything that you Doooooooo"

"GeOrGe HaRrlsOn Is ReStlnG hls ArM"

"LAAADDDDYYYYY MADONNNAAAAA"

"You made a mistake! I know you did!"

"Okey bois?"

"Okey Johnny :D"

"Right."

"iiiiiiiiiiiii thought that you realasza It's too hard to sing That I RDWESJANSK ME TO AND I ARVWUJSKSNDJ"

"And if you saw my love

l'd love her PWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

"do you wannA fiGht?"

"No .."

"Okay."

"Ringo, keep your bit dead-

RiNGOOOOOO!

.....We're taping."

"I cahn't take it anymore, I really cahn't, let's just do this bleeding RECord"

"Well ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT who's the one whose father got us the hall in the first place, eh??

Yeah, but let's face it, you're CRAP"

"Just to love you~but oh

myYH iiii

This boy THAT BOY oh..

This boy that boy that boi,

dabadaBOOOIII- "

"SoMeBoDy Up ThErE LiKeS mE."

"Whose?"

"It's Jesus our lord and savIAH"

" I'll try to remember John and if I don't then it's just too bad INTIT!!"

"Let's hope this one turns out pretty damn good."

"SHHHH!"

"Love that"

"I WANNA HEAR THAT BOI

I WANNA HEAR THAT—"

a post you can hear

"brrrRRRACKETS"

"do you want to hold a penis~"

"miSTAAAAHH MOONLIGHT—"

"i'Ve gOt bLisTerS oN mAh fIngAs"

"we're oN OUR WAY HAIME"

"hE'S BUSY!"

*just literally george laughing*

"thas boi"

"paul's broken a glass, broken a glass, paul's broken a glass a glass he's broke today"

"y'know"

"but i never sAwR—"

"hAI MOTHER!"

*john laughing like a fucking hyena during recording "she loves you" in german*

"it's gooooooonna be a draaaaaaaaag"

*intense harmonica playing by john*

revolution 9

"dO I LOVE YOU—" "ringo stop"

*yoko ono screaming john multiple times*

Feel free to add more!

[akkkkollle]

turning innocent subby good boy izuku into a horny freak begging to be fucked in his dorm and bakugo listening against the wall masterbating cause he has a crush on us (izuku and bakugo's dorms are next to each other)

sir kink, degrading, hair pulling also could he be wearing some sort of lingere please and thank you :)

feel free too add or remove anything

-🏃

Pairing: Midoria × M!Reader.

Genre: Smut, and very little longing, very little.

Cw: degradation, hair pulling, sir kink, cum inside, simultaneous orgasm, lingerie, public sex(?).

-Sir, P-please, I—ah, please. -Midoriya moans as you grab him by the hair, pulling him in your direction.

- Do you even know what you're asking, slut?- you ask mockingly, pulling his curls in your direction.

He grabs the sheets harder when your hands get tangled in his hair. His nipples are rubbing uncomfortably against the white lace, right now he was very sorry that he asked you to leave it.

His moans drowned out the creaking of the door, behind which Bakugo was standing, turning up on the stage in front of him, focusing on your figure and how your cock entered the freckled ass of the green-haired one. He wanted him to be there, but not that green-haired jerk.

-Sir, harder, p-pleeease!- he moans when he feels your cock starting to hit his sweet spot.

- You're such a slut if it's about me and my dick, right? So. dirty. - you muttered, still accelerating your thrusts, trying to get into his place again.

His moans and whimpers are getting louder and higher. He feels a growing pleasure, his freckled thighs begin to twitch, and his tongue sticks out of his mouth. A few tears roll down his cheeks and then roll down his neck.

- I'm going to, ah! f-finish, sir, please... -Midoriya whines, feeling the grip on his hair tighten.

You just bite his shoulder blade, making him whimper and nod. He mumbles incoherent gibberish, from which only thanks can be understood. He squeezes his hips and ends up on his sheets with a loud cry, squeezing your dick hard, forcing you to growl and cum into him with a satisfied moan.

-Good boy...-you just mumble when you feel Midoriya's breathing getting quieter, which means he's falling asleep. And if you could hear very quiet sounds, you would hear the sound of drops of tears on the floor.

[smallestapplin]

Kinda embarrassed to ask, but what about Ingo x male reader NSFW with Ingo as bottom? Love your posts, have a great day 💕💕

Nothing to be embarrassed about, I’m more than happy to provide anything you ask! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day, you are so sweet!

Also if you can’t tell I have a thing with pampering a partner 👉👈

🔞18+🔞

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Being with Ingo has always been fun, such a hard working, dutiful, kind, and sweet man, hell you could go on all day about how much you love him, but there is nothing you love more than making the stoic man a blushing mess, his face lights up at the smallest things and it melts your heart.

He gets so bashful too, like when you ask him to cuddle you and you lay him on your pecs cause you know he likes listening to your heart beat, you don’t think you’ve ever been with a more wholesome man before.

Maybe that’s why you get a little carried away when making love to him, a loud vocal man like him deserves to be heard, and such a hard working one needs to pampered.

That’s truly what you think about when going down on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat while you look up at him, Ingo keeps going back from tilting his head back to looking back down at you, his face only getting redder as he realizes your humping against the bed.

His sounds are just so cute, all his whines and moans make your dick twitch, his whorish expressions make you want to fuck him even more, you blindly reach for the lube that you had laid out before squeezing a bunch into your hand.

“D-do you need help?” His beautiful watery silver eyes lock to yours before you give a harsher suck, he throws his head back, back arching and hips bucking at the rush of pleasure, hands flying from the sheets to your head as he whines.

Slipping him out of your mouth just for a moment “you don’t need to worry about a thing my love, just lay back and relax.”

Fingers sufficiently lubed, you raise him up a little to position them at his puckering hole.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to continue?”

He nods frantically, silver hair sticking to his sweaty forehead “please, I want to.”

you rest one of his legs over your shoulder to keep elevated, freeing up your other hand to hold his.

Pushing one finger into his ass, moving it around waiting for him to get use to you while you kiss the tip of his dick and giving little kitten licks to help relax him.

“Fuuuck you sound so cute and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” You can’t help it! Even as you coo at him.

“Please, I just, you always make me feel so good.” He lays his head back on the pillows

“That’s right, just relax, nice and easy.” You add a finger to stretch him out more, loving his soft moans, you try and keep him from squirming too much as he is torn between you licking and kissing his cock and the fullness your fingers bring him.

“Pleeease c-can we….mmm!” He hands his face with his free hand before mumbling something.

“I’m sorry handsome, I can’t hear you if you hide your pretty face.” You rub your thumb across the top of his hand, hoping to comfort him.

He peeks between his fingers before speaking “can you fuck me, please? I want to be close.”

“Anything you want Ingo, I’ll happily provide.”

You make sure he is stretched enough before pulling your fingers out you move up, hovering over him taking in his gorgeous face, his cheeks a nice rosy color, his hair messy from the heated make out earlier and all his squirming, those beautiful alabaster eyes fully focused on you.

You can’t help but kiss him, starting off slow as you inch your hips closer to his lining your dick up clenching hole, you bite his lip as you gently push in, he makes a sound like the air got knocked out of him, hands gripping your shoulders as you fully sink into him.

“Hnn! so full.” He pants while your arms shake, he is clenching down on you so tightly he feels so good.

“D-don’t just be still, please move.” Such a polite darling.

You pull out just a little before thrusting back in, giving a nice build up, his legs wraps around your hips, desperately trying to keep you close.

You move your hands to grasp his thighs, angling his hips a little higher and making sure he was secured before moving plunging into him faster, the new position made it easier to hit his prostate.

“FUCK! Ah! D-darlinggg!” His nails dig into your back as he cries out, the pleasuring almost overwhelming as tears run down his flushed face, eyes crossing as you keep abusing his hole.

“You feel so good Ingo, mmm like you’re trying to milk me, haa.” You shudder as he clenches around you tighter at your words, he has always been weak to filthy words and praise.

And free one of your hands from his thigh and grab his leaking cock caressing it, while continuing to plunge him onto yours, the added pleasure makes him thrash.

“T-TOO MUCH! S’MUCH! gonna cum! I’m gonna cum-ah!” Ingo bucks his hips trying to grind back against you as he cums, coating his stomach with his spent

“That’s right, cum on my cock, just like that.” You groan, flooding his insides, the tired man whimpers at the warm feeling as both your bodies shake.

“You were amazing dear.” You kiss his nose as you carefully pull out, some cum spilling out of him and onto the sheets, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You leave and come back with a warm rag, snacks and a cold water bottle as you begin to clean him up “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mmm no, you were perfect, thank you.”

You chuckle “Ingo we have been dating for years, you don’t need to thank me for loving you and worshipping you as you deserve, but you’re welcome.”

After eating a snack and drinking half the water bottle you cuddle up to him, holding him to your chest and softly stroke his hair as he dozes off.

“I wanna make you my husband.”

You almost choke, but didn’t get the chance to question him as the subway boss promptly fell asleep, did he mean to say that out loud? You didn’t know as you lay there, face burning, you’d happily be this man’s husband but did he have to say it like that?

[jxthics]

As somebody with zero knowledge of firearms who has never even held one: feel free to rant about the most common mistakes you see in movies and shows? I love that sort of thing!

OH I HAVE SO MANY HANG ON

(if anyone wants to keep this as reference you're welcome to!)

this list is nonexhaustive i could complain all day but here's some top ones

- BULLET PHYSICS. i don't really have an issue with bullet physics in terms of how they hit people because the research required for learning that usually requires like, looking at actual injuries? and i am pretty harshly against traumatizing some poor intern working in the entertainment industry with exposure to real violence just for the sake of "realism" when stylized violence would have been more interesting to look at from an audience standpoint and without cruelty from an industry standpoint. but everything else about bullet physics makes me so mad!! this is usually an issue with comics, but bullets do not fire with their shells on! BULLETS ARE NOT FIRED IN A CURVED LINE! if a bullet hits something, it will generally go through it unless it is very very thick! keep in mind what is behind your target!

- the amount of ammo a gun has. the number of times i've seen someone fire like, 15+ rounds out of a 6 shot revolver..... as a general rule of thumb, revolvers usually fire 6, a standard pistol USUALLY fires 10-15, though extended mags exist. in this specific instance realism would make your action scenes SO much better too so i dont understand why its skimped on! make your characters force themselves to contend with and manage resources!!!

- TRIGGER DISCIPLINE. this is an extremely hard rule when handling guns, you need to keep your finger off of the trigger until exactly when you are ready to fire. if you need to rest your trigger finger while holding a gun, that is what the trigger guard is for. it's fine if like, your guy has literally never held a gun before in their lives? but if they have even a slight understanding of handling guns, they're going to follow trigger discipline because that shit is insanely dangerous. so watching "trained assassins" or whatever wave around guns with their finger on the trigger drives me nuts.

- sound from guns! when someone fires a gun in a small room and then immmediately starts talking after? or like, someone fires a gun in a small room and then is 100% Profoundly Deaf For The Rest Of Their Lives? both of those are incorrect. make more of your badasses wear hearing protection pleeease they make electrical earpro that only blocks out sounds from guns and does not block out everything else so they can still talk. you don't have to make them wear full on cans you can just wear some earplugs. it's ok. i promise

- this one's kind of broad, but incorrect terminology almost always takes me out of it.... especially when the character is supposed to know their shit like lol you just sound like a douche. unless your character is using ammo that is designed to physically clip onto their vests they probably do not carry clips for their guns, they carry magazines/mags, for example. big badass people in action movies looove to talk about technical aspects of guns and just completely get it wrong, which is such a simple fix. and like... for the most part tech talk about guns isn't very advanced, it's not like scientific terms, they're usually slang terms meant to be understood by a lot of people, so if your character fucks up those it tells me that they do not actually know what they're talking about. in the very instance that is supposed to show me that they do.

and like... the thing that drives me up the wall with stuff that has to do with the user itself is that IT WOULD ALWAYS ADD TO THE CHARACTER especially in like long term tv shows. everyone has their own preferences on what they use and everyone does things in their own ways, especially if they are trained to work with firearms. it's not just "oh this guy's using a weapon" in most instances and it would tell so much about how they act!!!! are they militant about cleaning their guns, do they enjoy that part of the process? do they have favorites? do they prefer revolvers or automatics and if they have a preference, why? do they have a type of gun they dislike? why? if you're handling guns day in and day out for a long time you will inevitably develop these!! and it would humanize them so much..... i wanna see some guys in an action show on their downtime cleaning their guns, or some guys getting along by debating about AK vs AR. just like.... cmon. make your professionals look professional.

i could go on for waaaay longer but i will cut myself off here tysm for asking i go nuts on this stuff 🫂 UM AND IF ANY WRITERS ARE READING THIS the best way to avoid inaccuracies is by contacting someone who knows shit about guns to beta read, i promise you will not be bothering them. myself included cmere let me proofread your fics so i can tell you about your heroes firearms pspspspspsp

[lifeontop]

A note from the future - Yelena x Reader

This is my first try at writing, so pleeease don't be too harsh on me :)

Trigger warning: some (barely there) cussing, mention of dead best friend and sister, mentions of time travel? lmk if there's anything else I should add

Summary: You find a letter from the future that promises you a life of happiness. But there's more than one letter. But who is the second one from?

2.7k words

“Hey Y/N,

I am really not supposed to write you this letter and if anyone found out that I am they would get really mad at me. But it’s okay, I’ll take that risk. You are probably wondering who I am. To make it simple, I am you. But from the future. I know, I know, time travelling doesn’t exist and who am I to tell you otherwise. Well, take a leap of faith and believe me just this once.

I am currently sitting in bed writing you this. I could stay like this forever. Yel is softly snoring on my shoulder, it’s the cutest thing ever. I love seeing her so relaxed and free of sorrow. But I regress from the actual purpose of this letter. The world as you know it is about to change. I can’t tell you what will happen because it might jeopardize the timeline but let me tell you this one thing: it’s going to get better someday.

I know that right now you are at your lowest, you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, and you feel more alone than ever. It gets better, I promise. Hang in there. Just when you think you know everything that life has to give you, you will meet someone in the most random place, and they will save you. They will show you that the pain doesn’t last forever, that you can trust people, that you are worthy of love. Because you are. They will give you a family and a place to call home. And you will love them endlessly for it. I know you don’t believe me right now, but some day you’ll see that I was right. Maybe, you’ll realize it when you first see their greenish hazel eyes, or when they’ll look at you one night and tell you that they are there to stay. And for the first time in your entire life, you’ll believe them.

I am here to remind you that you can’t give up. Because I am happy, I have a family, I have something worth fighting for. And you will too one day. So, hold on, bite through the pain, and keep going. I know it’s painful but don’t give up.

Love always,

Future Y/N”

You had found the envelope just minutes ago, as you had walked into your apartment. Your empty coffee mug and keys in hand and backpack on your shoulder, you had let yourself fall onto one of the kitchen chairs. Exhausted, the backpack had landed on the floor besides your feet and your head had hit the table with a loud thump. As your hands had reached up to massage your aching temples, they had been halted by an unknown object. Snapping your head to look at it, you had seen the envelope. It was bare except for your complete name written in black ink.

Confused and panicking, you had quickly gotten up to check all the windows and made sure they were closed. The front door had been locked and you had only been gone for an hour. Where had the letter come from? Who had put it there? And how did they know your name?

The scribbles on the previous written pages looked like yours. The bent letters and words that seemed to all melt into one because you were too lazy to separate them by lifting the pen. The lined pages had been ripped out of a notebook; the pen had been smudged by the writer’s palm. It looked exactly like the notes that you took during classes. More confused than ever, you looked at the envelope the letter had been hidden in but saw nothing.

You kept looking around the empty apartment, expecting someone to jump out and tell you it was a prank. But nobody showed. And you really didn’t have anyone who could show up. At that thought, all the fear over an intruder disappeared and left you to plunge in the dark abyss that had been inhabiting you for months now. You didn’t have anyone who cared about you anymore. Your best friend was gone, you didn’t have a family, you were completely alone in the world. Your eyes swelled with tears, your body started shaking as you slid down the wall and cowered in the corner of your kitchen. Envelope still in hand, you looked at the cruel lines on the letter. How could someone tell you that it was going to get better? Who would be so cruel? As the tears running freely down your cheeks blurred your sight and you buried your head in your arms, you heard a soft thud beside you. Looking at the source of the sound, you saw a folded sheet of paper that must have fallen out of the now crumpled envelope. Frowning, you picked it up and started unfolding it.

The single page was unlined, covered in red ink and unknown (incredibly messy) handwriting. Your tired and puffy eyes drifted across the page, trying to find something that could spark your interest. Too tired for your brain to comprehend anything it was seeing, you glanced at the bottom of the page, looking for an indication as to who wrote the letter. After a few seconds, you found a very small “Forever yours, Yelena Belova” crammed in the bottom right corner of the page. Who was Yelena Belova? You searched your brain for someone with that name, but it didn’t ring a bell. Confused, tired, and slightly irritated at this intrusion in your apartment, you started deciphering the red smears.

“Hey Y/N,

I need to be quick before you wake up and ask why I am not in bed. Yes, yes, I shouldn’t have sneaked out of bed to read the letter you were just writing, but I am a curious person. And if you are really gonna plant a letter in your past and sabotage the timeline, I want to be part of it.

Anyways, back to you, Y/N. You don’t know me yet. And as my wise wife already mentioned, we can’t tell you what is going to happen and how the world will change. Knowing you, you are slightly angry at the intrusion in the safe space that is your apartment, sorry for that. I need to tell you some things.

We are going to meet in the most unexpected place and form the most unexpected bond. It will take us years before we get to be happy and finally be at peace. But neither of us would want it any other way.

Your future self, my everything, is currently sprawled out on our bed, taking up the entire space as usual. You don’t know me yet, but I love you. I love how you make me feel like I am worthy of being loved, of how you make me feel safe in your arms. I love that despite everything you have been through, you are the nicest and warmest person I have met. You will never deny someone your help and will go out of your way to make sure that the people you love are cared for. You don’t know me, but I know you. I know that you love to wake up a little earlier so we can cuddle before we get started with our days. I know that you love surprises, although you would never admit it. I know that sometimes you struggle with your mental health and beat yourself up for it, but I couldn’t be prouder of you for trying to get better. You don’t know me yet but know that I love you endlessly and that I will always be here for you. You are my home. You are the person I love most in this entire universe and the only person I am willing to give up everything for.

Forever yours, Yelena Belova”

The tears streaming down your face had intensified, you could barely see the letter in your shaky hands anymore. A strange sense of warmth had spread in your limbs, leaving you with a calmness that you hadn’t felt in months. Slowly, you scanned both letters again. A heaviness settled on your body, your eyelids growing heavy as you slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Your mind was still reeling, trying to comprehend everything it had read. Your dreams were filled with disconnected phrases from the letters, one of the voices sounding suspiciously like your own, the other, a velvety and warm voice, lulled you into deeper sleep. You saw the world ending, the Avengers fighting and losing, you saw people simply disappear and somehow come back.

When you opened your eyes again, the kitchen had fallen into darkness. You slowly stretched your limbs, giving yourself the time to wake up. Your cold hands were still clutching the letters, the envelope lay beside you on the floor. Carefully, trying not to get up to fast, you made your way back to the living room and the table on which the envelope had been laying. Checking your phone, you saw that you had slept quite some time. Night had fallen and with it, the city outside your windows had quieted to a lilting cacophony of car honks, people laughing and screaming on the streets and the occasional police siren buzzing by the building. Letting the letters fall on the table, you rubbed your tired eyes. Could it be possible? Or was someone playing a joke on you? You dragged yourself to the kitchen, aware that the groceries still needed to be put away. You stopped in front of your white fridge door and stared at the pictures that were hanging there. You were smiling and laughing in all of them, your beautiful best friend at your side. What you wouldn’t give to hug them just one more time, to laugh like you didn’t have a worry in the world. Sighing, you grabbed the full grocery bad and started emptying it. Butter goes to the top shelf, together with the milk. Cabbage and salad in the vegetable drawer. Frozen pizza in the freezer. Turning around, you put away the mac and cheese boxes. You really didn’t know why you kept buying it, you didn’t even like it all that much.

Moving to your bedroom, you dropped the letters in the last drawer of your bedside table. You were determined to forget about them. Slipping under the covers of your bed, you scrolled mindlessly through Tumblr until sleep took over.

*3 years later*

You had forgotten about the letters sitting in your bedside table. A lot had changed since then. The people who had disappeared with Thanos’ actions had reappeared with the Blip and the world was slowly starting to look normal again. You still lived in the same apartment but had just changed jobs and were starting to get used to your new life. Today was your first day working for Bishop Security and you were equally excited and terrified at the prospect of it. Taking a deep breath, you entered the building and give your details to the security agent.

By the end of the day, you had found out that your new job was much more satisfying than your previous one as a barista and allowed for more free time. Having only left your old job a couple of days ago, this was the first day you left work while the sun was still shining outside. You decided to buy some white lilies and visit your best friend. You sat down in a patch of grass inundated by sunlight and propped up the lilies on the headstone. You were quietly telling her all about your new job and the asshole that worked in the cubicle next to you, and how you had decided to head to a new café you had seen on your way after this.

You were happily telling her about the news and how the world was starting to regain its usual life when a voice made you jump out of your skin. “Who are you?” Startled and trying to get your heartbeat to slow down, you turned around. In front of you stood a blonde woman, about your age, with piercing green eyes and dressed in dark wash jeans and a brown vest. Looking you up and down, the woman repeated, her voice taking an icy tone “Who are you and why are you sitting there?”. Too stunned a the woman’s beautiful face and the fear that was still gripping your bones, you struggled to get your words out “Y/N, I’m Y/N”. Her gaze softened as she saw how nervous you seemed to be. “Well Y/N, you are sitting on my sister’s grave.” Looking down, understanding dawned on you and you scrambled to get off the patch of green grass that was sitting besides your friend’s resting place. “Ohmygodimsosorry, I didn’t mean to – I – I’m so sorry” you kept rambling as she just looked at you, an amused grin replacing her scowl. “It’s alright, just move a couple feet to the side”. She was now chuckling, her eyes sparkling in the afternoon sun. “Yes, sure, sorry, I was just leaving”. Again, the mysterious woman cut you off “You don’t need to leave, I didn’t wanna chase you away”. Nervously, you looked at her, gulped and whispered “Are you sure? I don’t want to bother”- “Yea, stay. I won’t be long anyways, and you looked like you were deep in conversation”. At that, you feel your entire face blush a deep red as you stammered that it really wasn’t a conversation and that you weren’t crazy. “Chill, I wasn’t teasing you, I talk to her too.” She said, indicating the headstone besides your best friend’s. You spun your head to look at the headstone she was pointing to. Natalia Alianovna. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss” Stupid, you are so stupid. You, better than anyone, knew that those words were completely meaningless and brought no comfort at all.

Scratching at your neck, you looked up at her just in time to hear her whisper a quiet thank you. You sat back down, this time directly on the path that was stood parallel to the graves. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the stranger sit down in the same position in front of her sister’s grave. You were too nervous to look at her, so you concentrated on resuming your previous monologue. You told your best friend all about the cute barista that she had been crushing on, how they had finally fixed the plumbing issues in your building and many more. Yet your thoughts wouldn’t leave the mysterious stranger beside you. “Who is she? Why is she here? To see her sister, obviously dumbass. Why am I so attracted to her? And why did I make a fool of myself in front of her?” You could hear your best friend’s snicker in your mind and her teasing about all the different shades of red you had adopted during the short conversation.

Deep in thoughts, you almost missed the stranger talking to you. “- to meet you, sorry for scaring you”. Turning your head and blushing, you had to ask her to repeat herself. “I was saying, Y/N, that it was nice to meet you and that I am sorry for scaring you” she repeated, amused grin and sparkly eyes making another appearance. “It was nice meeting you too” you said as you got up and started shaking the loose dust particles off your jeans. Something told you that you couldn’t let her go. She was already turning around when you blurted out “Uhm, do you maybe want to grab a coffee? I saw this new café just across the street and it looks really cute. You don’t have to say yes, you can totally say no and go on with your day”. The stranger started full on laughing at this, your ears had now reached burning point “Do you always ramble this much?” You gave her a shy smile and shrugged. “Sure, let’s get a coffee, why not?”

As you both started walking towards the exit, your brain finally started functioning at normal speed again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I know your name” you exclaimed, looking into her captivating eyes. She stopped, smiled at you while extending her hand “Yelena Belova, pleasure to meet you”. Your jaw dropped as your mind was ripped back to the past, to the letters that were still sat in the last drawer of your bedside table and that “forever yours” that had been burned into your memories since that day. “Uhm, Y/N Y/L/N” you managed to push out while grabbing her hand and shaking it. “Well, Y/N, what do you do in life?” and with that you both started walking towards the café, your mind still spinning.

[imaginationblur]

Yoooo I love your Manic coat, can you pleeease make a turnaround of it so I can make one?

Thanks man! I cleaned up front doodles, tried to make a turn around (my first time oop), it’s very simple but our man manic is a simple guy with many hidden pockets you know?

I changed a few colors around and hope I made a stronger contrast, but feel free to mess with colors, I WAS gonna add a dull purple in there somewhere since purple and green compliment eachother buuuut I think the primary heavy colors fit better with Manic 👍

Hoping to make turn around for all three soon!

Drawing of Sonic Underground Redesigns: https://imaginationblur.tumblr.com/post/637566963337560064/ay-that-funky-show-where-sonic-had-siblings-was

[treesandwords]

Things I love in fantasy series

Since I’m writing high fantasy and it’s planned as a series, I felt like going over events/tropes/characters I adore seeing in these types or series - who knows, maybe there might be some of these in my own WIPS as well

Different types of magic within one world, not just a fixed magic system that affects all magic users the same way

Especially if there’s like a “known magic” that everyone is relatively familiar with, but then there’s an older, more mysterious type that is less predictable and a little spooky and even the readers only ever get hints to how it works

~Magical trees~

Complex systems of royalty/nobility, large noble families where everyone plays some part no matter how tiny

On that note, castles 

Folklore and myths/legends as part of worldbuilding 

Some folk story or urban legend that ends up being a parallel to something that happens in the book itself, sometimes to the point where a reader can predict what might happen based on the original legend

Not specific to fantasy really, but characters who come across as scary/intimidating/spooky but end up being the biggest sweethearts

I don’t even mean the “big scary warrior type who actually loves kittens” trope, as great as that is, but more like characters who are really quiet and brooding and good at being unnoticed and maybe look a little odd, and everyone thinks they’re creepy, maybe to the point of actively hating or antagonizing them, but they just ride smoothly through the hate and turn out to actually be really soft and gentle souls??

Weirdly specific, but scenes involving fire + characters outside at night. Ceremonial burnings of something (or someone), intense scenes lit by bonfires or torches, idk there’s something very visually interesting about it and I’m always lighting shit on fire in my WIPS for the #aesthetic 

MAPS! MAPS! MAPS!! show me those worlds pleeease

Also family trees! In the book itself! I wanna know everyone even that weird second cousin we never meet, I’m THAT kind of reader

Descriptions of the food/how the food differs place to place

Descriptions of the clooothes

Idk just...different ethnic or cultural groups existing in the same place, and emphasis on how that affects the place’s overall look and feel? When fantasy cultures merge together to make one bigger fantasy culture but in a realistic way

Made up religions 

MacGuffin objects; special swords, stones, jewelry etc, I know its an age old trope for fantasy but honestly I’m into it

I’m sure there are plenty more, but for now that’s what I’ve got. If you wanna add more of your own feel free, and feel free to ask me about fantasy tropes all you want!

[jacepens]

okay, so I was reading through some of your posts, and I definetly need to hear more about the "flirting-through-their-wives" thing tho...

yes yes indeed!

Thank you msrandomstuff! I shall do my best to provide:) <3

Let me start first with Lafayette's letter to Washington and this lovely little passage here: June 12-13, 1779. Laf to GW.

"Be so kind, My dear General, as to present My Best Respects to Your lady, and tell her how happy I would feel to present them Myself to her, at her own house—I have a Wife, My dear General, who is in love with you, and affection for you Seems to Me So well justified that I Can’t oppose Myself to that Sentiment of her’s—She Begs you would Receive her Compliments, and Make them acceptable to Mrs Washington—"

Now, this is just my biased speculations but- Lafayette says Adrienne (although should I take into consideration the extra playful nature here when he just names her as "a Wife"? Rather than my wife or Adrienne? Is it suspicious or regular Laf behavior? One could look at that and say, right or wrong, "a Wife" may not actually be Adrienne...if you catch my drift.) is very in love with Washington and Lafayette feels just as strongly as she does! But if we are flirting through our wives, let me add that my wife continues to compliment yours and actually, let me praise and compliment you twice, George. Because Laf did start this letter by expressing his concern for Washington's safety. Romance aside, I could see Lafayette playfully doubly begging George to keep himself safe and remember his Marquis loves him.

But it's Washington's response that really gets me, and it gets the little cogs in my head turning.

Sept 30, 1779. GW to Laf

"Tell her [Adrienne] (if you have not made a mistake, & offered your own love instead of hers to me) that I have a heart susceptable of the tenderest passion, & that it is already so strongly impressed with the most favourable ideas of her, that she must be cautious of putting loves torch to it; as you must be in fanning the flame. But here again methinks I hear you say, I am not apprehensive of danger—My wife is young—you are growing old & the atlantic is between you—All this is true, but know my good friend that no distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder, and that the Wonders of former ages may be revived in this—But alas! will you not remark that amidst all the wonders recorded in holy writ no instance can be produced where a young Woman from real inclination has prefered an old Man—This is so much against me that I shall not be able I fear to contest the prize with you—yet, under the encouragement you have given me I shall enter the list for so inestimable a jewell."

Washington has immediately caught Lafayette! hehe. (On a historian-rambly note, I just love how human and playful the line: if you have not made a mistake, and offered your own love instead of hers to me is) And it seems that Washington very enthusiastically receives Lafayette's double compliment! He even confesses to having a heart susceptible to the tenderest passion, you know, the only kind of passion Lafayette has for Washington. (It could be nothing. But. I find it interesting that it is passion, singular rather than passions, plural. I honestly read it as passions but nope...just one passion. Could be normal, might not be.)

But please please I need to talk about the second half. George continues to assure Laf (I mean his "wife"-) that he is so favorable of her (him) that he must be careful to...put love's torch to the flame of George's fondness. I actually find this part extra fascinating and while my first thought is, how cute!! I can't help but read into it the longer I look at it.

So, hear me out. George is afraid of falling in love with Lafayette or vice versa or naming what they share as love love. Again, this is more heavy speculation and just one way to read it, but this sentence just really stands out to me.

But, it sounds like this is a conversation they've had before, so often in fact, that George knows exactly what Lafayette would say in response. Lafayette does not mind the danger. Mind the danger. (not apprehensive of the danger) Do you- do you see what I see? (what's more dangerous than being in love love with a man?) But but then I hear some sadness from George. There can be no real danger when they are separated by the ocean and even their age? A fire cannot burn them down from such distance. (Now I'm just talking...)

But no fear!:) We will be reunited, (I'm having an epiphany, Laf was anxious of George at the beginning of his first letter. That's probably a giant leap to make but I'm making it anyway lol). Ps can someone smarter than me tell me what the Wonder of former ages is? xD I can take some guesses, but I'm not too sure. Maybe it's nothing fancy at all.

But but please. The way it ends. George seems to go a little back and forth between sad, self-deprecating and hopeful and loving, but he ends on the cute cuuuute fact that Lafayette encourages his pursuit and love:) George will enter the list so the inestimable jewel of Lafayette's..."wife". (Lafayette)

Cute. Too cute. Am I digging too far into things that have no meaning? Perhaps. Is this still just...flirting with each other through their wives? (platonic or romantic) Yes oh my god yes.

But I'm not done. (Same letter from GW to Laf)

"It only remains for me now, to beg the favour of you to present my respectful compliments to your (but have I not a right, as you say she has made a tender of her love to me—to call her my) amiable & lovely Marchioness—& to assure you that with every sentiment of the most perfect regard, & personal attachmt I have the honr to be My Dear Marquis Yr Most Obedt & affect. Servt"

Please. please. Pleeease. Come oonnnnn. The emphasis on "your" (I checked Laf's full letter that he wrote the above passage in. He never once calls Adrienne "my" just, "a wife". Technically, "a Wife" could be anyone. I rest my case. (or it could be the differences in French and English for all I know. I don't know French, but I'm assuming Laf knows the difference between a and my at this point. Maybe a bold assumption, maybe not.)) only to very cheekily add again, George caught Laf's double compliments of him through his wife. George knows he's writing this to (my) Lafayette. And then of course, he calls Lafayette My (My!!) Dear Marquis (no abbreviations this time here folks). Obviously, I know George calling Laf My Dear Marquis is nothing out of the ordinary, but in this context, it seems worth nothing, does it not?

And. This quote still keeps me up at night. It's not a full flirting-through-wives, but what does it meeean?

From Laf to GW. 5-10 January 1779. (Right before Laf left for France during the war, same year as those letters above)

"I hope you will quietly enjoy the pleasure of being with Mrs Washington, without any disturbance from the ennemy till I join you again;"

I could again spend way too much time looking at all the different angles of this. It- it's just the "till I join you again" that really gets me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this?? I hope it was sensible, but really, thank you so so much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this. I feel like there are still so many different ways this could be interpreted and if I had more time, I would love to find the photocopies of these letters to potentially analyze even what was crossed out or what looked rewritten vs very natural and not edited. (Washington claimed he didn't edit his letter much, but how true is that I wonder? lol)

Also, not that I think you would, but don't take anything I've said as fact except for the quotes themselves:) Like I said, this is all my (biased) speculations and interpretations but it's honestly not built on a lot of background on how they communicated with other people. (Again, if I had more time, I'd love to see if I could find if these things were standard for them to say or rare).

But really, on an aside, can historians stop assuming everyone as straight? I want lgbtq+ until proven differently xD. Because when you think about it, the lgbt spectrum is a vast number of identities and straight is just one. (Not that people who aren't alive to label themselves should officially have modern labels put on them, but in that same thought, why then call them all straight?)

Ok ok you've listened to me talk enough.

Thank you!! <3 I hope this satisfies:) (ps anyone is free to add to this)

[xzho-writes]

Hi hi! Same nonnie from the spoiling Diluc ask earlier!! Could I have the 🌻 emoji pleeease?

I’m just in such a soft mood for Diluc every day today. Here are some more thoughts for you!

Imagine Diluc being one of your first partners and him finding out the one who came before him didn’t treat you right. When you get surprised at how tender he is, how much he cares? He finds himself angry, not at you of course, but at the fact that you weren’t treated with the utmost respect and almost reverence.

A snippet of the scenario I’m thinking of (suggestive, don��t look kiddos!):

Diluc’s hands trace your bare back, fingers twirling with the strands of your hair as he listens to your shy confession.

“That was actually the first time I’ve, ah,” you begin with a more flustered expression than moments prior.

With a soft chuckle, he quips, “Don’t worry, I could tell it was your first time. No need to be embarrassed about it.” He thought it was sweet, a light expression on his face.

“Well, it actually wasn’t.” You laugh lightly. “I just meant, it was the first time I’ve, you know,” You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, “finished, with a partner.”

His movements still, several emotions crossing his face before gently guiding your face so your eyes meet. “You mean that your first partner never took care of your needs?” His facial expression told you he was upset, eyebrows pinched together, frown evident.

-

Anyway I’ve been thinking about him all day, sorry for the super long ramble again aaa

-🌻

LETS GOOO WE HAVE ANOTHER NONNIE!!! ofc you can take the 🌻 spot, i’ll add you to my list right away!

everybody welcome 🌻 nonnie >:)))

and before i divulge into your eXQUISITE (emphasis on exquisite) brainrot, can i just point out how good your writing is? like, genuinely 😭 i feel so spoiled, rottenly so, that you’re feeding me this for fREE 😭😭

like… my jaw literally hUNG when i read your work, like wtf man the qUALITY??? AUGHHH SO SPOILED

you’re very talented :)

(rest is utc for content purposes- minors dni)

i just wanted to point out how this scenario specifically hit close to home for me, are you some fbi agent or something?¿? if the quality wasn’t enough, you decided to up and iMMERSE me in the scenario 😭

this is so vulnerable and soft, i’m literally melting rn— tHIS IS SO FREAKING TENDER IM ABOUT TO START SOBBING

(the “you tuck your face into the crook of his neck” whilst confessing something so intimate got me sqUEALING in bed AKXIJAJD 😭😭)

and because it hit close to home i actually thought about this exact scenario with diluc hAHA, it’s funny to see just how much we’re on the same page! i couldn’t agree more with you on this!!!

like could you just imagine how attentive and caring he’d be towards you? there’s nothing but love and affection radiating from this man, and you can bet my left ass cheek he’ll try his damnest to make sure you feel safe and content.

i feel like the aftercare diluc provides you with would be unmatched. unparalleled by any man, woman, person on teyvat. he just wants you to be treated how you deserve to be treated :((( how dare your previous partner handle you with anything less.

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once again, no need to apologise for rambling at all! especially when your ideas are so big brain, and you write so well!!!

i’m rolling around in bed rn hAHAHA cause of (again,) how spoilt i feel 😭 you’re welcome to ramble any time!

have a good day/night, nonnie! i can fall asleep feeling all fluffy thanks to your ideas :)