#re-reblogging this for today haha

[making-your-fave-in-fr]

making-your-fave-in-fr’s Year’s End Review (2024)

No idea if this blog is even gonna last another year, but I don’t really mind that thought. What matters is the now, and now that 2024’s coming to an end, I thought it’d be appropriate to summarize the little mark I’ve left on Tumblr since this blog’s creation on November 17th of this year (which is only 44 days, by the way! Wild.)

My most popular scry this year was…

Definitely my scry of a Grox with a whopping 1,756 notes at the time of me writing this! I cannot thank making-you-in-spore enough for (essentially) signal boosting my little blog, allowing it to grow to what it is today in a little under 50 days. It was fun to do, AND seeing my coatl-grox in Spore was a lovely little surprise as well :)

My favourite #fave scry I did this year was…

My scry of Nightmare-King! It was a tough choice between this one and my Lightweaver scry, but Ni-Ki won in the end because just look at him! The original design looks epic, and I was able to sorta encapsulate that <:)

My favourite #my scry I did this year was…

My scry of Ban Hammer from Phighting! I might be a liiittle bit biased due to Phighting being a game I’m currently fixated on, but I’m super happy with how he (and Rocket) came out!

An honourable mention goes to my Seek scry. Really wanted to pick this one, but then I’d have two male Bogsneaks on this list. Still like it tho!

My most difficult scry I did this year was…

My Silvally scry, I’d say. It took me a lot of thinking to pick the right apparel to match such a hodgepodge-y character. It’s not my best work, but I’m still happy with the results. Especially the jaw enhancement- that looks pretty good.

In conclusion…

Seriously. The support you’ve all given me these past few months is nothing short of amazing. So many of you told me that I rekindled your love of the game, re-scried my scries, and even planned on making real dragons based off of what I did. I got over 550 followers, and I appreciate every single one of you.

Here’s to a bright new year! ✨🐉

— making-your-fave-in-fr mod. Or Drako, if you prefer.

With all the times I’ve reblogged my old scries from my main to this account, my identity isn’t exactly a secret, haha…

[eisdendrobium]

my first and last letter for you.

pairings : childe x reader summary : after getting your heart broken by childe you decides to move away so you wouldn't see him again, and so you wrote him your first and last letter. note : there'll be a bit of childe and reader's past relationship written so i highly recommend you to read/re-read the first part! ^v^ also this hasn't been proofread!

read part 1 here! : where’s my happily ever after?

ajax, how're you doing these past week? finally getting that girlfriend you've been searching for? lumine right? yeah i met her earlier today, and i could say that she's not what i thought she is you know?

i tried to hate her, and i did, i hated her for taking you away from me. you, someone who i found comfort in and you, who i foolishly fell in love with.

i hated every moment i spent seeing you with her, i hate how pathetic i feel watching you with her.

"why would you like her? someone who just entered your live, someone who you barely know?" that was what i thought back then

but i met her today, i saw how beautiful she is inside, and i hate it. how come she's so nice? how come she's so perfect? she's such an angel compared to me.

i understand why you love her ajax, i would too if i were you. i mean how could you not? i've treated her like a disease yet she's still so friendly, so nice, so caring towards me...

a part of me still hates her, a part of me still can't seem to let you go. you were my everything ajax.. you saved me that day when i was in the brink of death, you taught me what love is - what love could be.

and i thought we had something you know? the way you act, the way you talk, and the way you treat me as if i'll break if you did something wrong. You were my savior, you whom i fell in love with.

but i guess you need someone who could comfort you in your dark times too right? i suppose i was never the person to express my feelings.. never was the person who could comfort people..

but what i didn't expect is the fact that you turn cold so fast. how could you ajax? how could you leave me like that? maybe you finally had enough of my antiques? haha..

since you've already know about my feelings towards you before i had the courage to tell you myself i suppose i'll confess everything in this letter hehe :

ajax, the guy who saved my life when i was in the brink of freezing, the guy who warmed my cold heart and showed me what love is, everything we did i store inside of me dearly.

i still remember that day you knelt down and gave me those qixing flowers, that night you saved me- you bought me warm soup and clothes to warm me up, so many things..

perhaps i didn't thanked you enough.. thank you for everything ajax, thank you for saving my life, thank you for helping me survive, for teaching me how to love, for letting me love you.

yet i'm afraid i couldn't stand seeing you with lumine again, i'm afraid if i stayed here longer the ice you melt will freeze again, freezing me from the inside.

you're happy with her, she's perfect for you, and i've come to realize that i'll have to let you go... i can't share ajax, you know that right?

it's either you for me or not at all, and you love her so i wouldn't force you to love me

goodbye childe, may we meet again in brighter future.. please take care of yourself and her for me yeah?

i love you.

signed, your companion [name].

a/n : reblogs are greatly appreciated! and please feel free to comment what you think about this fic ^^

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 367: That was Then, This is Now, Epilogue

Amelia Eklund was making bank. Who knew a girl could earn so much money being a casual, relatively disinterested cam girl? So far she was doing it through one of these new companies that took a little cut but handled it all. She heard the money went to the Movement so yeah, whatever, great. These services were getting super popular, with a bigger and bigger stable of girls that did this every day. And not just the slutty ones that used to be on like Streammate or Twitch or whatever, but regular girls who let internet guys look at them for a couple minutes here and there. It was a good way to make some extra cash and exploit these dorkey losers, which had an appeal in and of itself. You didn't even have to take clothes off, really. It was still half an unspoken secret, but men were becoming so submissive; they’d stare at a girl's foot for an hour, or a bra tag, and pay big shit for it. It wasn't just the few weirdos ethier, it was like all of them. It seemed every guy was becoming crippled with these similar fetishes, couldn’t help themselves. Tons of guys, now, would spend much of their day just surfing around from girl to girl, dropping dollars just to watch a pretty girl put on her makeup. So, women were making money on it all over the place, casually. It was just one of the ways the bulk of the nation’s wealth was slowly being transferred, changing hands from male to female. The men seemed helpless to stop it, and girls like Amelia were taking full advantage. Every day there were more and more guys on Amelia’s morning stream.

Like, this morning, Tuesday. Amelia had - after only like twenty seconds - more than 300 viewers, each paying $10 just to see her OOTD. Granted, her popularity had skyrocketed - as had his lololol - after she’d streamed her boss getting swarmed on Melissa’s couch, beat off to a whimpering mess under a sea of them and then watching all the girls surrounding him grow, right on camera. He’d been in a daze, didn’t remember the moment, but the world fucking loved it. Who knew, right? Everyone was jonesing these days for big women and short, weak, pathetic little guys,  man-children. And watching one of these twerps actually make girls grow? A goldmine. The Tiktok video, with all the shares or reblogs or re-posts or whatever by others, onto all the different platforms, had already collected more than thirty million views since Saturday. As many women watched as men. Maybe there were more women, actually.

Amelia got tons of DMs from girls: who WAS that guy?? Can I have a piece haha? So vulni!! The hilarious thing was he didn’t even know about it yet, that he was internet-famous after, like, one minute of being on camera. And yeah it helped Amelia’s cam-girl career start to really take off.  

Honestly - and she’d never admit this outloud, but the thrill she got wasn’t just from the money she was raking in; it was from seeing those viewer numbers go up. It was more than a thrill, actually, there was something darkly electric about it. Like, every new viewer seemed to bring her more energy, and that energy made her tingle and buzz. And besides soaking her panties, she could tell it was all going somewhere, like it was being collected and channeled into something. The bigger those numbers were, the more simpy little men that signed on to her stream, the bigger that buzz became. She would only find out later that it was all going to Melissa. 

So, yeah. Amelia looked at her live viewer count. She was bored already but the numbers helped. She’d make a couple grand this morning before work by giving the simps what they wanted for a minute and taking their cash. She knew she could call them ‘good boys’ for ‘looking at mommy’ and watch the tips explode. But not today, nah. She didn’t really feel like talking. Everyone wanted big mommy, all the time; this morning they'd have to settle for this.

The comments came in a rush:

omigod look at her put her hands behind her head like that. 

she’s bigger than she was yesterday. 

that sweater can’t contain her

Her simps loved to fill her chat box, just talking about her. Sometimes they tried to get her attention. 

goddess please smile for us

you are so beautiful

please tell us your bra size again

how can I send you more money?

Every once in a while there’d be someone interesting, someone with something to say. Sometimes they were rebellious jerks, but most of the time they were just confused twerps trying to figure this all out. She rarely had the patience for them, and most of the time she could quiet them down by just filling their screens with her tits. 

why does she look taller whats happening

LOG OFF NOW SHES PART OF THE CONSPRCY

remember back in the day when camgirls would just do what you told them?

That last comment caught Amelia’s eye, and it actually brought not just a chuckle out of her, but a response. Quickly, right before logging off, she smiled crookedly into the camera and typed out a reply to that misguided cretin:

That was then, assholes. This is now. 

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more more more:

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 16

Kink: Role play (Doctor + patient)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

warnings: SMUT, roleplay (doctor and patient), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, would 10000% be medical malpractice, improper use of a stethoscope, established relationship, 20000% cheesy, laughing during sex (not in a kinky or mean way just bc Dean almost ruins the moment haha), not beta'd

summary: You and Dean introduce roleplay to the bedroom to try out one of his fantasies. Dr Sexy is in the house

word count: tba

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: I am SO sorry ... not really, happy Kinktober! Just a quick one :) - Love, Grem x

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You were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face when your boyfriend walked in with the doctor coat on and a stethoscope around his neck but, you managed it. It wasn’t until he announced himself as Dr.Sexy, that you bit back a smile and luckily,  Dean was too deep into character to notice.

He was shirtless underneath but unfortunately the coat was buttoned. For now.

“What can I help you with today?” Dean’s tone is low as his eyes rake your form, sat diligently on one of the dining chairs you had snagged from the common room earlier that day. You had worn a low cut shirt and a miniskirt, both of which left very little to the imagination and flaunted the top of your thighs beautifully. You’re not nothing, if not well-prepared.

You cast your eyes up at Dean, pouting slightly. “Well, doc, you see I’m having trouble with cumming.”

Dean, or Dr. Sexy, immediately tenses, watching you bat your eyelashes up at him. He fights desperately not to curse and break character, but shit, the way you look right now has him hard already.

You spread your legs a little wider, miniskirt riding up ever so slightly. Deans breath hitches at the sight of your bare cunt under the miniskirt and his throat is dry.

"Let's see if I can help," he says hoarsely, inching forward. He picks up the end of the stethoscope and presses it to your clit. You yelp at the cold metal on the heat of your clit, but the rush of desire you feel is

Dean slips one finger into your pussy, curling it to reach that sweet, spongy spot that makes your toes curl. You tilt your head back biting back moans when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider over his fingers.

"Fuck, Dean-"

"Doctor," he corrects smugly and your lip twitches.

"Oh, doctor," you mock back. Big mistake.

Dean's thumb brushes your clit sending a wave of pleasure up your spine that makes you moan loudly. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, making Dean hiss as he pumps you with the always present tenacity he has.

But then he removes his fingers entirely, leaving you hollow and panting. You bite back a small whine which turns into a loud curse when Dean sinks to his knees and buries his face into your dripping core without a second thought.

Your hand slips into his hair holding him in place as his warm tongue gently teases your folds before swirling your clit. You move your legs to rest on his shoulders, watching him eat you out like he hadn't eaten for days. His green eyes meet yours from where he sits and you can feel a smug grin form against your heated, wet skin.

"Trying out a different prescription," He teases. Your mind falters and you frown, about to hit him with a comeback, but Dean goes right back to sucking at your clit. You heave breaths, the sounds your both making turning you on even more. When Dean re-adds his fingers you half scream in ecstasy.

"Dammit, you're so tight." He murmurs, taking another long languid lick.

"Dean," you huff impatiently, your eyes pleading.

Dean pulls away from you, face covered in spit and cum, grinning ear to ear. "Maybe you need some vitamin D instead."

You grimace and kick feebly at him, biting back a grin of your own. "Shut up."

Dean chuckles, eyes twinkling up at you from between your legs. He presses a soft kiss inside your thigh before standing up to unzip his pants.

"Okay, okay. Less talking, more action. Noted."

[crusherthedoctor]

You just came back when the usa voted the worst person to be president haha, did that had something to do with it?

That's an extremely wild reach, anon.

No. I sent some asks to my mutuals and reblogged a post about friends deserving happiness because I wanted to make my mutuals happy. That's it. That's the entire motive for why I made an appearance today, as while I don't intend on making any big posts until 2025 depending on what happens with the Sonic franchise by then (fanfic stuff, possibly re-doing my Sweet or Shite reviews since some of my thoughts have changed since last time...), I didn't rule out occasional reblogs or sending asks to moots in the meantime.

Not everything is related to US politics. Not every part of the world is the US. Not every person on Tumblr is from the US (exhibit A: I'm from Shrekland). And if you're familiar with my blog, you would know that I generally refuse to engage in political talk anyway because that ain't what I signed up for. I came here to praise fictional doctors and complain about hack writing lol.

Sorry if this reply is on the blunt side, but I felt it was necessary to nip this in the bud and make it firmly clear that even when I'm more consistently active again in the future, you will not see me devolve into the average 2016 Tweeter. Keeping that shit off my blog, end of story. That would be precious time wasted when I can dedicate it to calling Clutch's design the living embodiment of haemorrhoids instead.

[voltrixz]

Incredibly funny to me how quickly I got attached to Jason Voorhees and Micheal Myers despite like. Never watching their movies. (I plan to eventually but I am the most scared jumpy person alive. (I’ll probably ask a. Friend to watch with me )(the curse of liking horror stuff but never being able to watch/play on your own ) (<Mr scared )

No because like. I have a whole ass album of fanart saved. I have a bunch of posts in my drafts that I need to reblog and when I do I would like to send a formal apology who sees the sudden spam from me. I already drew my sona as Jason, and also interacting with him. I giggle whenever they’re referenced in something (also. If you guys remeber that one Micheal myers video where he wears heels. I fuckin love that video. I could not stop replaying it whenever I saw it) I low key want to be Jason for Halloween this year

Legit. Today my brother was watching tv today and an ad came on about the like fuckin SpongeBob Halloween special or whatever and they;re like at a spooky camp and I already thought “haha like camp crystal lake…” and then a character shows up wearing the Jason mask and I literally JUMP UP and shout “JASON‼️‼️”

[yooglefics]

Here is the thing: I love timelines. So I'm this 🤏 close to grabbing a calendar and mark down the days when the chapters from The Casual Type take place. And also, that way I can know for sure when Halloween is supposes to happen, because of course I want to do something for it lol. So, would any of you guys be interested in seeing that? Like, I can make a little edit for it maybe

Yes, this need for a timeline/calendar got worst when I started to re-watch Skam again haha, I've always LOVED how they present the scenes.

Also, gonna take this chance to thank you for the comments, likes and reblogs on the first chapter, literally means so much!! <3 It also makes me want to share the next one sooner so I might work on the lil cover today. Anyway, thank you, I appreciate youuu <33

[fantasiawandering]

Hello! I just saw that you reblogged a post about writting something “that means something to someone” and I just wanted to tell you how much your Falling series means to me.

From time to time I re-read my favorite chapters because they really bring me joy, I just love your portrayal of April and her relationship with the brothers too (and Splinter). Her sometimes nerdy side that she has and way she connects with each turtle.

Sometimes when I rewatch the show, in specific episodes I can’t help but think about some scenarios that happened pre/post episode that you wrote haha (like April “learning to fly” after the Gauntlet episode)

After seeing that post I felt the need to say that your story indeed meant something, for me, and and also thanking you for writting such an amazing story 💕

happy new year!🎆

Thank you so much for the ray of joy I really needed today. Working on that story brought me so many good times, and I'm so glad it found its people and that it still resonates. Thank you so much for reading it and sharing your experience with me. I still really want to finish off the loose threads, and maybe with things shaking loose as they are, it'll happen sometime soon. Thank you so much for sending this.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

HAHA MAJOR POTENTIAL SPOILERS for Cascading Smokefall

Basically im testing out a direction. and this is the scene for it. and i really needed to write something like this to get it out of my system. and to think about it. Lemme know thoughts

prolly will do a reblog when awake

tw: drugs tw: kidnapping

When Electro had exploded out of the lightbulb, Quentin knew that there would be trouble in Ock’s lab. When the man began to babble about Peter being spider-man to the doctor, Quentin knew it was moments before questioning eyes would turn to him. He had quickly absented himself from the room and heard yells follow his pounding steps.

Quentin blots down a hallway fingers hitting Montana's contact on pure memory as he skids. The door is locked and alarms are blaring. Sh*t. He twists on his foot and darts in another direction as the phone rings once. 

“Quentin!”

Montana’s voice is distressed. Quentin knows he has limited time and does not want to waste it.

“Ock knows about Peter’s identity. And I’m not going to be able to get out. I need you to do two things.”

“Quentin, we’re co-”

“Shut up! You might not be able to find me and this is important.” Montana goes silent and Quentin ducks through a doorway and forces a jammed door open and then re-sticks it with a few added chairs behind himself before running again all while speaking fast. “One, look after Harry. Please.”

“Always.”

Quentin knows this. But it is reassuring to hear it.

“Two, tell Peter this is not his fault. I played with fire. It's my fault for being burnt.” 

“Here. Tell him yourself.”

A relief. Peter is on the phone after a second and Quentin hears his shaky breaths. He can also hear the door down the hall get obliterated. Not much time. Not much at all.

“Peter? Sweetheart. It's not your fault. This is on me. Okay?”

“But!”

“Hush. Not your fault. I have to call Harry now. Stay amazing. I've always admired your bravery. Tell Montana I'm sorry. And tell Tinkerer I love him.”

And Quentin ducks into a room, blocks the door with a table, and finds a cabinet to hide in. Not the best but it will buy him a few seconds. He calls Harry. It takes a moment. He knows his kid is at work. He could just leave a message. But he has to hope-

“Dad? I'm at work, but I got a moment. What's up?”

“Harry. I want you to know that I love you. And that I'm so proud of you.”

His voice shakes as he whispers in the dark. His kid immediately panics.

“Dad??? What's happening? Why do you sound-”

“And whatever happens, I know you can handle it. Montana and Tinkerer will be there for you. Darling, you're amazing and I could not be prouder to have a son so talented as you.” 

Harry seems to catch on that this might be their last chance to speak.

“Dad. I love you too. Your best dad a teen like me could ask for. But- You can't leave me!”

The words warm his heart and tears burn his eyes at the note of desperation at the end.

“I don't want to. Never think that I wanted to, my little hare. I just-”

The door of the room shutters and Quentin hears it cracking. He closes his eyes, trying to remember any other last words he has. Harry starts begging him to stay. To tell him what is happening. Quentin curls into himself tighter. 

“I want you to be happy. That is my only wish. No matter what happens to me today at the hands of Ock, try to find a way to be happy, okay? You deserve happiness. And your biological father was always wrong about you.”

And then the door explodes into the room and the whole cabinet shudders. His heart stutters as his name is called.

“Quentin!” 

Anger and coaxing coil along each syllable. His body shivers. Harry is still in his ear repeating over and over love and begging him not to go. To stay. Quentin wishes it were that simple. He manages a final whisper.

“I love you.”

And the cabinet is ripped open by an octobot. It grabs him and yanks him out. His phone falls from his grasp and his arms are pinned to his sides as he is forced to kneel. The bot presses into his chest. Ock stands before him, goggles hiding his eyes completely. 

“Quentin. You knew.”

A statement. The tone is cold. Calculating. Quentin narrows his eyes in defiance. His silence speaks for him. Ock frowns. And one of the actuators reaches out to his wrist and suddenly the black dragon is taken and held. It squirms and shreiks.

“You have no need for this.”

Ock crushes it and Quentin lets out a small noise of pain. Now they might think him dead. And that bot had been a faithful companion. The loss hurts. His eyes follow it to the floor when it falls. Ock grabs his chin with a human hand and forces him to look back up at him.

“You knew and said nothing. I am very disappointed in you Quentin.”

“Why would it be my place to spill secrets? If a fool knows a secret, he tells it because he is a fool.”

Quentin hisses back. Ock’s stare burns. It burns deep and Quentin feels his heart singing a beat far too quick to monitor. Ock frowns.

“What other secrets have you kept from me?” His tone is gentle and soft. Quentin snarls and the actuator twitches.

“You're going to have to kill me. I will not speak.”

He has so many secrets to keep. So many that are not his own. Ock tilts his head and looks a touch sad. The doctor kneels, coming to eye level.

“Oh, no. I could never kill you, Quentin. I like you far too much. I find very few people agreeable to work with in a lab setting. You would make a fine apprentice.”

The octobot grows warmer and Quentin feels heavier.

“I’ve already got a mentor.”

Quentin bites back. Ock hums, hand shifting from his chin to his hair to give a gentle pat. 

“You will reconsider with time. But for now, I must address this business of Peter being the arachnid without you hurting yourself by getting in the way.”

Quentin snarls and then finds himself tiring. He struggles against it and then starts to slump.

“Ahh, there we go. Rest Quentin. All is well.” 

His body no longer listens as Ock shifts so that he is slumping into the doctor’s side.

“Oh but what is this?”

The man picks up his phone and Quentin’s heart stills as he sees that Harry is still on the line. His tongue is thick and unwieldy, but his heart is desperate. Desperate for a few more seconds of his child’s voice. Desperate for his child to be alright.

“Harry.”

A thick whisper. Ock glances at him and then places the phone on speaker. Harry’s fearful babbling and tears etch into Quentin’s frozen, drugged bones. A tear burns his cheek.

“Harry?”

Ock’s tone is soft, lying. Harry falls silent immediately.

“Quentin is safe.”

“If you do anything to my dad, no one will remember that you ever walked this earth. I will scrub your essence away from this universe and any other I can find.”

Harry’s tone is dark and powerful. The curse of a witch. Ock does not seem to sense it. Or ignores it.

“He will be fine. He just needs to be kept safe for a little bit. You will see him again.”

“Yeah, I f*cking will. He’s my dad, and there is not a force on Earth that can convince me to let him be taken from me. F*ck you. Im going to burn you alive! Damn your ashes to hell!”

Quentin feels a laugh slip out despite it all. His son. A delight. And dramatic just like him. Ock raises an eyebrow at him and speaks again, interrupting Harry’s tirade.

“We’re hanging up now. Any final words.”

A pause.

“Mea luna. I asked for what was promised and you gave it to me. And that means more to me than anything else dad. I love you.”

And Ock hangs up.

“Mea luna? My moon? What does that mean?”

But Quentin is collapsing into sleep. He could not answer the question even if he wished to.

[personinthepalace]

I saw a local production of Legally Blonde the Musical today!

One of the local high schools in my city (my old school's "rival" in fact haha) is doing a production of Legally Blonde, and I went to see it today! I'm a huge lbtm fan, but this was my first time seeing a live production, and it was honestly very good!! I am very passionate about the door discourse so I was highly anticipating that moment in the ballad. And this production passed the test! As soon as I saw that they were wheeling out the door during that number, I was silently freaking out to my friend haha. Anyway here are some other random notes/thoughts that I had about the production:

Real dogs! Rufus was a golden retriever, and when he came out, the show paused for a bit bc of the applauding haha. Rufus also listened to Kyle's command to sit which was quite cute haha A HUGE ensemble (it's high school so it makes sense). But they bring back the ensemble for like every possible song Elle was great - she used some vibrato and trills during her solos. Most of So Much Better was kinda a mess (backing music/ensemble not really lining up well), but OMIGOD she held out that last note just like LBB did on bway so huge props to her! Warner was a good singer not as strong as the other leads but he has the best expression/acting choices - more on that later Serious: they didn't do the accidental proposal pose which I thought was a missed joke The violinist during Serious walked back out with some great sad acting after Elle left before playing the last notes of the song (I thought that she was someone from the orchestra but they were actually part of the ensemble so that was cool!) What You Want: Elle's white outfit was cute!! They used the "Jet Blue" line! The actors' school photos for the Elle x Warner poster which I thought was funny haha Harvard variations: they got rid of Sandeep's character so the song was shorter Aaron Sholtz and Enid Hoops were played by butch actors which was cool! Bruiser now loves the Bachelor Emmett - the actor playing him (who my sister knew from elementary school) is such a perfect emmett! Looks exactly like how one would imagine him haha Background acting: Emmett introducing himself to the students and shaking their hands while Elle and Vivienne had their first interaction in class Blood in the water: Callahan was also a very good singer. I think this was one of the strongest number of the show. They also added grey to his hair He was kinda touching Enid during his lines with her but she kept on pushing his hand away from her - foreshadowing! Paulette was amazing!!! I think she might be my favorite actor in the show. She sounds EXACTLY like Orfeh did on bway. Also asian representation!! Ireland - she killed it obviously - seriously amazing!! (though she did accidentally came in early at one part). The lyrics are different from the bway version though (they were about her grandpa) Playboy bunny costume - they added a little tutu to it which was cute! Enid sat near them near the end of this scene (in preparation for Elle stealing her glasses). She tries to drink from a bottle but Warner took it away from her and drank it instead Chip On My Shoulder: Elle wears Emmett's jacket! Emmett saying he hadn't slept since 1998 killed me bc this kid is definitely younger than me haha Elle and Emmett don't do any secret handshakes though :( Elle sat next to Warner during her squealing exit and I loved that so much haha Reclaiming Rufus scene: Elle ran back on stage and threw her arms around Emmett and Paulette - I am here for this trio friendship When Dewey re-exited the trailer and saw Elle, he twirled his long hair

So Much Better, as I said before, was sadly not the strongest number but I do like that Elle's parents appear offstage when she called them. And Elle held out that last note!! Once again no Elle x Emmett secret handshake :(

(Part 2 will continue in a reblog bc apparently I hit the character limit LOL)

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

hello. 3 things:

1) happy (late) new year! how are you?

2) re: that doctor who post you reblogged a minute ago I am pleased to inform you it has now been updated (with 5 more doctors)

3) which language are the pronouns haw/hen (hope I've typed that correctly) for? if they're neopronouns they're really cool and if they're finnish they're also really cool because french pronouns are hell

hi!!

1) thank you, happy 2024 to you too! i've been tired a lot, but today seems so much better that i'm hoping to write at some point! i left my wip at a dramatic place so i'm very excited about it

2) lmao amazing

3) they're swedish! han is masculine and hen gender neutral. finland is technically a bilingual country so everyone is taught swedish at school, but i end up needing the language so little in everyday life that it's easy to forget even simple things about it. i put the pronouns in my bio partly just to help me memorize them, and it has actually significantly helped!

some make fun of hen for its english meaning, but for me that's just a plus 🐔

finnish is cool in that it doesn't have gendered pronouns. there's just hän, and in some dialects (including mine) se. (se means "it" and in formal language is only used for animals and things, but like, humans are animals too, so we may as well use that pronoun for everything)

my first english lessons were confusing because the concept of gendered pronouns felt so complicated and unnecessary haha. then a decade or so later i tried to learn german and oh man. idk how y'all with languages that gender everything do it

[s-dei]

Actually today is my RE anniversary 👀 One year ago I made the first pic, and since then made about 100 related pieces! Woah (sketches mostly but you gonna appreciate it in your working days haha). And 40 wips to go........ Gonna throw some self-reblogs for today and tomorrow!

[detachedminxsfics]

It's 9:30pm here where I live. Finally got home! I'm dying to just be swallowed by my bed 😮‍💨 Just wanna say that you're my fav writer in here (think that's obvious by now 🫣), i'm really happy that you post your fics here and that I found you! Just re-read two of your fics today and will re-read Spit tomorrow! I did my infamously essay on my reblog of Farmhand (hope you saw it and that it made you smile just like your writing makes me), The way you manage to express every feeling and sensation with your words is amazing, I physically feel every single one of them, you are so talented! (and it's just a bonus for me that you can read my mind and write everything the way I particularly like it 🤭). You really don't understand how much I love your stories! Whatever you write, I'll be here 🫡

Night to you 😘 (or good day? Idk)

God, you're such a sweetheart and I love you for it. It's around 3am right now as I'm currently on vacay in 🇪🇸, but I'm up going over drafts in my notes app haha. I can't thank you enough for your kinds words and loyalty, it means a lot especially to a writer as inconsistent as me (writers block loves me 😔). And yes, I cracked the biggest smile at your wonderful essay, or any comment of yours for that matter. You point out all the fine details and things that I'm never sure people will pick up on, which sounds hilarious considering I usually write the smuttiest most filthiest shit, but not everything I write is pure p0rn without plot lmao (no shame in that tho either 😉). I appreciate you and all the rest of you who have stuck it out with me this long, especially readers/enjoyers of my spit fic when I haven't updated in months. Love ya'll. ♡

[imogenleewriter]

love your new update even though it hurt a bit. sorry you're sick and i really hope you feel better soon. ive been wondering if there is a reason your more active on twitter over tumblr

I'm so glad you liked the new chapter!!

Tbh, I'm really sicker today than yesterday, but hopefully, I'm on the mend. It was my own stupid fault, and really, given how little I sleep etc., I'm surprised it's taken me this long.

Haha, I wonder if this would be a better question to answer on Twitter than here. No, I think the answer is pretty straight forward; I just get a lot more interaction over there. Most of it is just retweeting things about myself or posting about new chapter uploads. If I get mentioned here, I repost, and I reblog every time I upload a chapter here as well. The interaction levels are just vastly different.

i.e, 10 hours ago, I reblogged chapter 13 here and got two new likes (I know reblogging is a bit different because you can't re-like something). I tweeted about it and got 104 likes, 5 retweets and 14 comments - just for a chapter update. And they're pretty standard stats for me on each platform.

I'm so thankful for Tumblr and I wasn't even mentioned on Twitter until the very last chapter of ychiits was about to go up, so all the momentum that it gained as a WIP was either from people finding it on ao3 or here. But yeah, I don't think it's that not I'm not active here, I just have a lot less to interact with.

(May delete this whole thing when the cough medicine wears off).

[ohgaylor]

Hi I saw you reblogged a theory post about taylor releasing a book on July 9th. I also hoped the theories were true. I'm a gaylor and I work at a bookstore. Today my boss told me that we now know the author of the book coming out on July 9th and it's BTS, not Taylor. I've been trying to spread the word so that swifties/gaylors aren't getting their hopes up too much for something we're unfortunately not getting :( sorry to bear bad news

hi!! oh how fun that you work at a bookstore! I have always thought that sounds like such an ideal workplace environment! do you love it??

and thank you for the heads up about this. I pretty much relented after that confirmation from Variety, but I can sooo easily jump back into clown mode. it doesn’t take much for me! haha

I guess she also isn’t at her memoir-stage yet either because she seems nowhere near slowing down soon given her last few years. but the day we get that beloved memoir will be a beautiful one!

now the re-recordings documentary is ANOTHER story entirely!

anyway thanks for filling me in friend! 🤍

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

it's great, sometimes I'll reblog a post thinking omg that's so lonan- or harrisoncore and then you'll reblog it and i feel so vindicated about it, anyway i adore them they are my everything

also hope your pain eases 💙

HI JUDE! HAHA i love that sm, that's soooo sweet! <3 <3 the fact that you think about them when you see something, ahhh, so tender, ty!

also tysm for the well wishes re: pain! having a horrendous 2 weeks with it (probably weather related? not sure), which is exhausting since I'm like... I NEED TO FINISH MY DEGREE, but one day at a time LOL.

this cheered me up and gave me the motivation to actually function today, very appreciated! <3