#there aren’t enough heart emojis in the world

[disengaged]

i just wanted to let you know that your most recent fic release was amazing as usual!! the way you’re able to capture their real personalities instead of just half-assing it to move plot is great. you take what you’re given and mold it into greatness really! i like this approach to the more angst side of this trope/series. ive been reading your fics for some time [~2 years], and i just want you to know i am always patiently waiting for what you have for us! thank you thank you thank you. i hope all is well with you and you succeed in all areas of life x

HEY. HI. YEAH. I LOVE YOU ???

i saw this in my inbox yesterday and i was just like ….. floored lmao, had to let it sit for a bit before replying. thank you so much for reading my shit, it’s kind of insane to think anyone has been following along for that amount of time :’-) especially with how inactive i’ve been lately, it’s been a bit of a struggle. but i’m so happy to hear you’ve been enjoying my shit, such a big motivator to keep going !!! ahhhh !!

[saetoru]

imagine rich boy gojo finding out your name for him in his phone is just “satoru” or something 💀 and then from the side geto is like “mine’s got an emoji!”

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NO HEART — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

rich boy! gojo, college au, fluff, established relationships, dramatic gojo which is consistent in every version of him no matter the au

studying with gojo satoru is the worst idea you could ever allow to happen—and yet, every time he asks, you let it happen.

“baby, aren’t you getting my texts?” gojo pouts. it earns him an unimpressed glare from you as you look up from your textbook, a glare that makes him wilt while geto snickers from the corner.

“satoru, if you don’t stop bothering me while we’re supposed to be studying, so help me—”

“but it’s funny, look,” he whines. and before you can stop him, he picks up the untouched phone beside you, tapping the screen to unlock it. except, he doesn’t make it that far.

suddenly the world stills. it stops spinning on its axis. and suddenly, gojo satoru’s face is the dictionary definition of devastation.

“satoru, what’s wrong,” you furrow your brows.

“satoru. satoru? satoru?” he repeats, each time in more disbelief than the last.

“that’s….your name, yes?” you raise a brow. and then realization strikes your features—or so he thinks. he’s soon to find out he’s mistaken. “oh, sorry,” you snort, “toru, is that better? toru, get to studying—”

“my name in your phone is just satoru?” he asks, cutting you off like you’ve genuinely wounded him—the betrayal on his face and the shock in his voice are all too real.

you blink for a moment before you realize the source of his tantrum seems to be the contact name you have for him in your phone. only gojo satoru would find a way to make a big deal out of his own name, you think.

“well, yeah,” you shrug, “it’s your name. plus i had it set when i first got your number from that project. i hated you back then.”

“you called me gojo back then,” he squints accusingly.

“yeah that’s because it was gojo satoru at first,” you nod. from the side, you hear geto snicker again about the full government name to himself—which earns him a pillow thrown at his direction by gojo. “i deleted the gojo part when we started dating,” you add.

“oh so you can delete my surname once we started dating but you couldn’t even add a heart?” he asks, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed in that dramatic way he does. it’s a bit cute, the way he’s worked up over something so small—but it’s also entirely theatric, making you roll your eyes.

“would a heart make you feel better, satoru?” you purse your lips.

“no! not if you don’t add it because you want to,” he huffs, “you might as well just say you don’t love me!”

“satoru,” you sigh in exasperation. maybe if you didn’t have physics 1302 problems to work through—a whole six of them due before midnight, in fact—you would humor him in his elaborately dramatized attempt at getting your attention. but you have classes to pass and gpa’s to maintain, so you purse your lips instead. “it’s just a contact name. what’s mine?”

“it’s baby <3. with a heart. see?” sure enough, when his phone is turned to face you, it’s baby <3. with a heart.

“i have an emoji in my contact,” geto adds from the side, ever the instigator, “maybe it’s because i’m cuter—”

“you gave suguru’s an emoji?” he asks in distress, staring at you like you’ve told him you’ve cheated. you think you might hurt his feelings less if you did, with the way his lips are curled in a genuine frown.

“suguru set his own contact,” you defend, shooting the nuisance in the corner a sharp glare. geto only offers you a sly wink in return. “i didn’t realize you cared that much about contact names,” you shrug, “i can change it—”

“no need,” gojo huffs, holding up a hand to silence you as he turns away and sticks his nose in the air in defiance. “i’ll just change yours to your full government name. see how you like it.”

“satoru—”

“and you’re not getting a heart either,” he glares, deleting the <3 slowly just for show, making eye contact with you so you know the severity of your actions.

you roll your eyes, snatching your phone back as you shake your head. “if i make your contact baby <3 with a heart because you’re my baby, will that cheer you up,” you sigh.

he ponders it for a moment, as if debating the offer. and then his arms cross in defiance once more. “no. make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss emoji.”

“gross,” geto twists his face in disgust.

gojo turns to him, face blank and serious as he shoots, “single people should not speak when it’s not their turn,” before turning back to you. “i’ll consider forgiving you if you make it baby boy 💋 with a kiss.”

“okay,” you sigh, “baby boy it is.”

“with a kiss!” he glares.

“with a kiss,” you assure, rolling your eyes.

“can i also get a kiss?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and bright and earnest enough to warm your heart.

you smile, chuckling at the way he looks so cute, at the way he melts your heart and makes you forget you have physics homework for a moment—but only for a moment because then you mumble, “no. now do your homework.”

PLS THIS PROMPT KILLED ME

[pedroscurls]

Hugh x reader actress. Both live their relationship out of the spotlight, trying to keep it professional every time they're at some Hollywood event in front of the camera, but Hugh can't stop eyeing his girl in a tight dress during the party organized for the success of his latest movie.

mesmerized from afar (one-shot)

summary: despite your relationship with hugh being out in the open, you both still do your best to keep it professional in the public eye... until hugh makes it very obvious during a hollywood event. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader content warnings: fluff, teasing, sexual tension, hugh can't keep his eyes (and hands) off of you, no use of y/n word count: 2.2k a/n: to the anon who sent this request in, i also am sorry it took me so long to write this!!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it bc i love this dynamic of hugh not being able to contain himself during an event. as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

“I’ll see you at the red carpet?” Hugh asks from over the phone. You had just landed in New York and figured it’d be best to just get ready at your place instead of meeting him at his. You know that you’re going to be about half an hour late, but you don’t have to be there on time. The event was for Deadpool & Wolverine, a party to celebrate the success of the movie. 

“Yeah, baby. I just got to my place. I’ll be there.” 

“Okay, honey. Pack a bag, yeah?” 

You bite your lower lip and smile, already having had a packed duffle bag to bring with you. “Yes, Hugh,” you laugh quietly. “We did already discuss that I’d be spending the weekend with you.”

“Good, good,” he replies. “Missed you a lot.” 

“Me too, baby,” you say softly. “Can’t wait to just spend time with you.” 

Hugh sighs from the other end. “Alright, baby. I’ll let you go and get ready. I’ll see you in a bit. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Hugh,” you smile. Hearing those words from him will never get old and despite being in a relationship with him for over a year now, you both like to keep your relationship as private as you both can. It isn’t a secret that you’re together, but you both had talked about keeping things professional in the public eye. Though, neither of you can escape the paparazzi pictures of the photographs that fans have taken of you when you’re both out and about in the city with each other. 

You also rarely go to events together, never arriving at the same time and never walking the red carpet side by side. You both have done a good job at keeping things away from the public eye, only giving them a glimpse into your relationship with pictures posted on your social media. It helps strengthen your relationship with Hugh, not revealing so much to the media and keeping the most intimate aspects of your relationship amongst one another. 

You’re still relatively new in the industry, having had your big break in a film that won you best actress a few years ago. You’re lucky enough to have Hugh and even Ryan and Blake to guide you in this new world that you still haven’t gotten used to. 

You see a text message from Blake, smiling to yourself when she said that she was going to come over to help you get ready. It isn’t a secret that you still aren’t familiar with the formality of these events because you still pay for your own dresses and still do your own hair and makeup. You’ve received a lot of messages from designers who would like for you to wear their dresses, but it just never felt like you. You were simple. Always have been, always will. 

So instead of agreeing and accepting Blake’s offer, you send her a quick text to let her know that you’re almost finished getting ready. It’s mainly a lie– you haven’t even showered yet, but you at least have your dress laid out on your bed. 

You have two hours to get to the event, so you send a quick text to let Hugh know that you can’t wait to see him. His reply comes almost instantly, sending you a simple heart emoji. 

—

An hour and a half later, you’re standing in front of your full body mirror with a satisfied expression on your face. You’re wearing a full length, navy blue dress with spaghetti straps resting on your shoulders, trailing into a tailored silhouette where the fabric clings to every curve. You bite your lower lip, the sweetheart neckline and empire waist fitting so well with your frame. You turn slightly, looking over your shoulder to see the deep v-open styled back with a high slit on the left side of the dress, revealing your exposed thigh as the bottom of the dress sculpts into a mermaid skirt. It’s elegant, yet sexy. 

Your makeup remains light, neutral with your hair in loose waves and pinned back away from your face. Grabbing your bag, you hear your phone go off to let you know that your driver is waiting downstairs to take you to the event. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. Red carpet events still make you anxious, the flashes of the camera, talking with reporters – all of it was still another aspect of this new life that you hadn’t gotten used to yet. The fans, however, you feel more at home and at ease with them, always taking the time to speak with each other and provide your full undivided attention to them. 

You climb into the backseat of the car, immediately making conversation with the driver as you send a text to Hugh that you’re on your way. Fifteen minutes later and you feel the car stop at the end of the red carpet. You can hear the screams, can hear your name being called from outside and when you step out, you take a deep breath and put on a smile despite the nerves you feel in the pit of your stomach. 

Your publicist leads you to the carpet, motioning for you to stand on the first mark as you pose for the cameras, waving to the fans that scream your name with excitement. You turn your head and immediately meet eyes with Hugh, who’s standing very far from you as he’s speaking with a reporter. 

You walk to each marker, taking the time to pose for the photographers. You want so badly to run up to Hugh, to be pulled into his arms, but you refrain from doing so. You try to remind yourself that you need to remain professional, but you can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at you. Even while he’s talking with the reporters, his eyes never leave you. 

The moment Hugh heard your name being called, his attention was pulled from the person he was speaking to. He glanced over at the end of the red carpet, his breath being taken away once you stepped out. Hugh clears his throat at the sight of you, the dress that clings to perfectly to each curve that he’s so familiar with, and your smile that makes his heart race even faster. There’s a kindness behind your eyes that he had fallen in love with and despite knowing that this – red carpet events – aren’t something you’re too keen on, you still display such grace and elegance. 

He feels a hand clasp his shoulder and Hugh has to tear his eyes away from you to look over to see Ryan standing next to him, apologizing to the woman with the microphone. 

“I’m so sorry for my friend here,” Ryan grins, eyes glancing over in your direction. “He just gets so distracted.” 

“Well, can you blame me?” Hugh chuckles, pointing at you. “I mean, look at her. She looks amazing.” 

The woman nods in agreement and then looks over at Hugh and Ryan. “The fans want to know, Hugh,” she begins. “How come you both never come to these things together? We know you’re both in a relationship, so…”

“Ah,” Hugh smiles. “The million dollar question.” 

“Well, let’s keep that a secret,” Ryan interjects. “Now, if you’d excuse us…”

Ryan takes Hugh away from the line of reporters to meet with you as you get closer. You smile up at Ryan, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. 

“You look beautiful,” Ryan says. “Blake told me she was going to help you get ready.”

“Yeah, well you know me…” you smile. 

Hugh gently reaches out to take your hand, his eyes sparkling in your direction. “You look–” he lets out a breath. “My god, baby.” 

“You like the blue?” you lean in and peck his lips lightly, hearing your name and Hugh’s being called repeatedly. 

“Oh, I love it.” 

“Okay, and now I’m gonna go and find my girl,” Ryan says, leaving the both of you. 

“You look so handsome,” you tell Hugh, hands coming up to gently straighten out his bowtie.

“Me? Look at you, baby.” Hugh grins, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. Every thought and conversation he’s had with you to keep things professional leaves his mind. He can’t get enough of you, can’t take his eyes off of you. 

“You’re being very… showy,” you giggle, hand moving up to rest on his chest as the other comes up to wrap around his shoulders. “You do realize that we’re out in public.”

“Don’t matter to me,” Hugh smiles. “You look breathtaking, baby.” 

“It isn’t too much?” you ask. 

“I think it’s not enough,” Hugh answers. “And the slit on your leg,” he growls. “You’re just teasing me at this point, baby.” 

“What?” you blush. 

“I mean, I love this dress. I do, but–” Hugh shuts his eyes and leans in to whisper quietly into your ear. “I just want to rip it off of you the minute we get back home.” 

You clear your throat and gently grip at the lapel of his suit jacket, feeling the anticipation and throbbing between your legs. “You can’t go around saying things like that when we have this party to attend the entire night.”

Hugh chuckles and pulls back enough to rest his forehead against yours. He can hear the photographers calling his name, can hear the sounds of the cameras going off, and he leans forward and presses his lips firmly against yours. He wants the whole world to know just how much he loves you. 

He doesn’t try to deepen the kiss, afraid that if he does, he’s going to have to somehow hide his growing erection. So, he pulls away and looks down at you. “We still have half of the carpet to go. Care to join me, baby?” 

“You sure?” 

“Absolutely,” Hugh answers. He takes your hand and leads you to the next marker, standing right next to you as his arm snakes around your waist. He can’t even smile or pose for the cameras, too focused on you. You lead him towards the end of the carpet, grateful that you’re in control because all he can think about is you and that dress. Usually, Hugh’s a gentleman, making sure not to make it too obvious that his eyes are lingering, but he can’t help himself. 

Once you turn around, your back facing him, Hugh comes up from behind you and wraps his arms around you. He presses a kiss to your temple, whispering into your ear. “You’re absolutely stunning, baby.”

The cameras continue to go off, so excited and grateful to have captured this moment between the both of you. You look up at him and smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Hm, all these compliments, Hugh… What do you want?” 

Hugh grins, leading you away from the red carpet and into the venue. “Oh, baby, you know what I want.” It’s dark when you enter the building, pressing his front against your backside. The fabric of your dress is satin, but thin enough that you can feel him so firmly. 

“Hugh…” 

“Okay, okay,” Hugh kisses your cheek and then pulls away before he gets too excited. He takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. “Let’s grab a drink, yeah?” 

“We have a long night ahead of us, don’t we?” 

Hugh chuckles. “Let’s stay for a couple of hours and then head back home.”

“But this party is for you, Hugh. You should probably stay the entire time and–”

Hugh shakes his head. “I’m taking you back home because I don’t think I can last the entire night seeing you in that dress.” 

“Well, when you put it like that…”

Hugh leans down and pecks your lips. “Now, come on. Let’s grab a drink and you owe me a dance.” 

“Oh, I do, do I?” you smile, following him to the bar. 

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m not dancing with you when you’re wearing that dress.” 

—

The two hours quickly approach and you had been talking to Blake when Hugh comes up behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. “Last dance?” he whispers. 

You nod, leaning back against him. “This one always wants to dance,” you tease, telling Blake who gives you a knowing look. 

“Well, you are with the greatest showman,” she quips. 

“Always singing, always dancing, I’m so lucky.”

“And I’m still right here,” Hugh points out with a chuckle. “You mind if I steal her away, Blake?” 

Blake nods and smiles, turning on her heel to go and get another drink. Hugh takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor. He slowly twirls you around, pulling you into him as his free hand rests a hand on your lower back. He keeps ahold of your hand against his chest, bringing it up to his lips as he places a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

Your free hand rests on his shoulder as you gaze up at him, slowly swaying side to side with him. “I think I’ve been really good,” he tells you. “Even though it’s been very hard to not just take you into the bathroom and–”

“Hugh!” you interrupt, letting out a quiet giggle. “One last dance and then we can head home.” 

“Good,” Hugh says. “Because I’ve been very hard for you,” he growls lowly. “It’s quite painful, actually.”

“Oh, poor baby,” you tease. “What can I do to help?”

“I’ve got a few things in mind, baby,” Hugh grins. 

---

forever taglist: @haytchee @wolverigrl

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — BEING VULNERABLE WITH YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they show their trust .

#. characters! — jumin, zen (hyun), yoosung, saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — slight angst.

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — come join my discord server? it's newly opened with a fantasy bakery theme! we have emojis from genshin impact, honkai star rail, sanrio, overwatch, pokemon, mystic messenger, and more! a collection of funny stickers, channels to promote yourself, meet new friends, share your writing/art, + lots more! plus, our staff is very chill and friendly! we'd love to see you there! <;33

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

[intothe-books]

there aren’t enough heart emojis in the world to describe my love for the darkling

[floodonthefloor]

just caught up with ‘into the ether’ and ‘pedestal’ and 🥲🥲🥹🥹❤️❤️ / 👀👀😳😳💦💦

into the ether - loverboy / girl dad rhaenyra is BACK!!! this entire chapter was so beautiful. every line of dialogue perfect, the plot outside of their immediate relationship starting to find a natural resolution that feels completely earned, and the sex scene… just magnificent. also a rhaenyra strapgayren top truther but you handled that so beautifully; it was so heart-wrenching (but in a nice way???) to see alicent rebuild her confidence and trust again, and rhaenyra being so soft and patient and adoring with her. and i know you’d never do this anyway because you’re far too talented a storyteller but i love that you aren’t brushing aside what’s going to realistically be a very long road for alicent to feel secure in their relationship again. hard earned happy endings are the best kind ❤️ this entire story has just been wonderful so thank you thank you thank you for pouring so much heart into it. i hope they get to go on holiday or renew their vows or something in the final chapter because they need some downtime together so badly.

and pedestal… i am literally so obsessed with this and haven’t had this much fun reading anything in probably actual years ???? cannot get enough of the unhinged behaviour and hate sex but also love how much their bond is developing at the same time whether they like it or not, especially those moments of softness / honesty after sex. also love the lowkey dom / sub dynamic it’s so so sexy and so in keeping with this version of them. although poor crazy alicent is gonna be walking like bambi on ice when rhaenyra gets hold of her after chapter 7 looooool 😭

it is genuinely insane how talented you are. your world building, dialogue, sex scenes, ability to create an atmosphere / physicality of a scene without long-winded descriptions, the aliveness of side characters, and just your general syntax is always absolute fire but it’s also mind-blowing how amazing you are at gut-wrenching angst and also fun sexy rom com simultaneously?!! you are one for the ages

accurate emoji progression for this entire fic thank you so much i love you and also thank you and i love you???

[marthinaleilani]

“Friendships: The Beautiful Evolution of Your Circle”

Have you ever noticed how the older you get, the harder it seems to make new friends? It’s a strange feeling; like the world, once full of endless possibilities, suddenly narrows down, and the number of people you connect with diminishes. You remember the carefree days of your youth when making friends was as easy as a shared laugh or a spontaneous adventure. But now, as life gets busier and you settle into routines, the friendships you once thought would last forever begin to change. Suddenly, you’re left reflecting on the beautiful, yet sometimes painful, evolution of your social circle.

The Struggle to Keep Up

One of the most profound realizations that comes with age is how difficult it becomes to maintain friendships. As your life gets busier with career goals, family commitments, and personal growth, it feels like there’s barely enough time for the friendships that have lasted over the years. Your large group of friends, once brimming with energy and excitement, gradually shrinks. Those spontaneous hangouts become fewer and fewer. Instead of a wide network, you start to settle into a smaller, more intimate group; perhaps just four close friends, or a core triangle of three constants who have stood the test of time.

It’s easy to feel guilty about this, especially when you still find yourself longing for those carefree moments of spontaneous laughter or travel plans that seem impossible to organize. You see a WhatsApp group for that long-postponed trip that everyone talks about but no one books. Your calendars never align, and the idea of catching up with that one friend feels like a distant dream. Instead, you find yourselves liking Instagram posts and sharing memes, the depth of conversation reduced to fleeting comments or emojis. Birthdays are celebrated with old pictures, because honestly, there aren’t many new ones to share anymore.

But here’s the reality: that shift isn’t necessarily a loss. It’s simply the natural course of life. As you grow, your friendships evolve. The people who were once a part of your daily life may no longer be present, but the ones who remain are the ones who truly matter.

The Silent Bonds That Endure

Even though the world may get quieter and your social circle smaller, it’s important to recognize the true beauty of these enduring friendships. The ones that stick around through all your moods and phases; those are the relationships worth cherishing. These friendships don’t require constant communication to stay strong. They withstand time and distance, reminding you that sometimes, true friends are the ones who just get you, no matter how much time passes between your last conversation.

There will always be those friends who make it; who continue to walk beside you through your highs and lows, through the ups and downs of life. These are the friends who know your past, understand your present, and stand by you as you work toward your future. They are the ones who never question your worth, even when you question your own. They don’t walk away during your tough seasons, and they don’t leave when life gets complicated. They remind you that the saying is true: “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” You can’t get rid of them, and honestly, you wouldn’t want to.

Choosing the Right Friends: The Power of Early Decisions

The truth is, the friends you choose in the beginning; those early connections; have an immense power over your life. The choices you make regarding who you invite into your inner circle will shape the person you become, for better or worse. Friendships are not merely social connections; they are mirrors of your values, your ambitions, and your heart. A bad influence, a toxic relationship, or a friend who doesn’t share your vision can slowly pull you off course, leading you away from your true potential. On the flip side, choosing friends who inspire, challenge, and support you can elevate your life in ways you never imagined.

Think about it; your friends are the ones who will influence your decisions, your outlook, and even your self-worth. They’ll either encourage you to take risks and dream big, or they’ll keep you tethered to comfort zones and discourage you from pursuing your passions. A friendship can either light the fire within you or snuff it out. It’s why the company you keep is crucial; it can either build you up or tear you down.

We often hear the saying, “You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.” And it’s true. Those early friendships lay the foundation for the kind of person you grow into. Will you be surrounded by friends who challenge you to be better, or will you be held back by those who don’t understand your drive or growth? That decision, at its core, is one of the most important you’ll make. As painful as it may be at times to let go of people who no longer align with your path, it’s essential to recognize when those relationships no longer serve your greater purpose.

Quality Over Quantity

One thing becomes abundantly clear: quality matters more than quantity. You may have once dreamed of being surrounded by a huge group of friends, but as time goes on, you learn to value the depth of the connections you have over the number of people in your circle. Those friends who stay, who support you, who challenge you to grow; those are the friends who define your life.

And it’s not just about the good times. The best friendships are often forged in the fire of hardship. Those who stick with you during your low points, who walk beside you when the world seems to be crumbling, are the ones who have proven themselves worthy of your trust. They are the ones who celebrate your victories, no matter how small, and encourage you when you feel like giving up.

Remember, It’s Okay to Let Go

As much as we cherish the friends who remain, it’s also okay to let go of those who no longer fit into your life. People change, and so do friendships. It’s natural to outgrow relationships, and while it can be sad, it’s also a chance to make space for new ones that align better with your values and goals. Not every person you meet is meant to be in your life forever, and that’s okay. What’s important is recognizing the friends who are there for the long haul, and making the most of those relationships.

In the end, life is about growth, and that includes how we interact with the people around us. Friendships, like all relationships, evolve. The busy, chaotic days of trying to maintain every connection will give way to quieter, more meaningful bonds. As you look around, you’ll realize that your small, tight-knit circle is worth far more than a larger group of acquaintances. True friendships are a treasure, and it’s these connections that will keep you grounded, no matter how many years pass.

So embrace the change, let go of guilt, and cherish the friends who walk with you through it all. Because in the end, those are the relationships that truly make life worth living.

@marthinaleilani

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💌 ) BEST BELOVED. okay time to be normal. here’s a tag for my comfort characters, never specified by name or dug into in any meaningful depth. i am putting them in my mouth and chewing. i am asking at all times to be reading illuminated treatsies on their actions and their subtexts and their costume designs and their leimotifs and to hold their beating heart in my hands (just to look at it!) and yeah, okay, also sometimes to suck their soul out of their body twice a day for the rest of my life.

💎 ) OLD MONEY. this is quite literally just my blair waldorf tag. it’s the newspapers in print and the purses that don’t carry cash and lipstick made custom and champagne from the valley and not just imitation. it’s the world that gatsby could entertain but never enter. it’s the girls who aren’t daisy. it’s a white winter in the city, but every path you walk on is still clean and dried. the grand vizier, the high pope, the dark curl-spilled queen to serena’s lion-haired king among men, morgan le fey come again to wear chanel.

🔏 ) POETRY. another normal tag! i am a horrific poet with barely a handful of daily lit deviations (i hope reading that phrase gave you flashbacks) under my belt, but the self-published poetry scene is finally recovering from the mass damage that instagram and richard siken fanfic did to it. and i for one am fucking pumped. other quotes with particularly good cadence will also be thrown in here just to jazz things up a bit.

📖 ) MEDIA. i’m on a normal tag roll. these are the stories that are important to me in ways unrelated to comfort characters or my deep abiding need to get plowed by questionable anime men. a lot of my favorite posts end up untagged on my sideblog because they’re not as structured as i like my main to be, so the ones that do make the cut are guaranteed to have been heralded by me physically showing one of my spices my phone.

🥠 ) LITTLE THOUGHTS. essentially a text post tag. a lot of them have tended to be sweet or sad rather than silly, but i like collecting the ones that make me react. fortune cookie emoji feels self-explanatory from there. as with my media tag anything that i like enough to have but not enough to revisit or incorporate into my bird’s nest goes over on a sideblog, so these reblogs are fun treats for me to pick back through.

🪶 ) HOPE AS AN ACTION. “empathy isn’t just something that happens to us - a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain - it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. this confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always rise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. but i believe in intention and i believe in work. i believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.” - leslie jamison.

🫖 ) LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. domesticity, and family, and growing, and trying your best, and singing without thinking about it, and cooking for eachother, and existing in the world as a participant. being housebound on and off for years has not been good to me even as being happily married and content in my triangle has been a massive act of healing. somewhere in between the two i’m holding on fiercely to celebration of the things i can still do together with them and trying to believe that it can be enough.

🍫 ) BITTERNESS. kind of discourse, kind of venting. i’m not overly invested in collating my opinions daily any more, but i have been saying certain things for actively years now while waiting for the wider zeitgeist to catch up to me and it’s always a pleasure to see a widely accepted and welcome new take from the last three months that i got into a fight in my 2018 dms for suggesting. sometimes i just want to hit people i have blocked with a car. being a sex worker who has to ebeg will do that to otherwise perfectly lovely friendships more than you’d think. sometimes you are all just so, so illiterate. essentially a dump for anything that pisses me off.

🔖 ) AUDIENCE ASIDES. this one is for “reblog and tag yourself” memes and is functionally an about me tag that i fill up only with uquiz answers, disjointed facts from my childhood, and either/or games. they’re fun! not everything has to be complicated. scroll around this tag for interaction bait or just to hang out. maybe one day i’ll port my vent app “which major arcana are you” tag meme over here as a uquiz of some kind. that’d be fun, i think. (i’m the moon, btw. just in case you were wondering. mine was the moon.

🫕 ) BESTIES. this is a catch-all tag for my assorted friends to opt-into that is 110% just about being, yknow, kind of a cunt. all of the references to insane internet-specific drama go here, all of the polycule jokes go here, all of the “hey i know you’re high so i invited a thousand people over” jokes go here, and so does all of the sweet stuff. fondue emoji because that way people can dip in and choose to be included in it or not, and also i am too lazy to tag for each individual 🌈/🐰/🎲/📿/🐱/🐻/fruit code/tumblr mutual/etc vibe.

🕰️ ) FIRST FOLIO. because despite the lobotomy i am in fact a washed-out imitation of both english and art history qualification-havers, and sometimes a bitch wants to talk about the way the world shaped a colour choice or a turn of phrase or an adaptational choice between book and stage or stage and dance. constantly fellating the macmillan romeo juliet choreography, my own imaginary staging of ibsen’s fruen fra havet, and prospero’s final lines in the tempest. this is a dump tag for anything that i would pin to a board like a butterfly if given the chance to do so together with my loved ones.

🌪️ ) OIL ROOM. oh, hey, a normal tag again. an art tag, even, for things that rattle around in my brain for a few days after, or things that i’d spend useless hours trying to dig back up on pinterest to add to a board for a fictional character that has (in a similar manner) started to haunt me. probably going to lean more modern sculpture than traditional oil, but to be fair that is because traditional oils find their way into my other tags and didn’t need an invented catch-all for me to skim back through circa pinterest o'clock in six weeks when i get back to that.

🍳 ) THE AI-KYŌGEN. nice little oc tag for my brats. a truly insane overabundance of girls who are crocodiles in the rivers of their own narrative, girls who are self sufficient because they were grown from seed in total darkness, boys who damn themselves and then damn the world in revenge for it, girls who wear their lives wholecloth like a costume every morning until it fits or it kills them, girls who were too young for the tasks they were trapped with and succeeded anyway, girls who died but didn’t because they only remember how to get back up. and clumbo, my orc detective.

📚 ) DEAD INTERNET. short stories, flash fiction, and other pieces i am trying to scrounge up via the wayback machine. i'm an unabashed pirate who lived off of e-begging for 5 yesrs solid and do not have the money to support authors i like. what i can do is collate every short story i've personally cared for onto an un-searchable blog and cross-index my thoughts on them here.

🧦 ) BULLDOZE VENICE. disability talk, encompassing everything from my mental health conditions / sanism to physical disability justice, marriage equality, institutional ableism, and how developmental disability is treated by the wider populace. i don't believe in "mental age" and i don't steal the terms nonverbal/nonspeaking for autistics with high support needs who suffer the most under the pseudo-aba assumptions that you can make yourself speak if needed.

🍱 ) TEXT POSTING. basically the same as my audience asides tag but for posts i personally am making to bitch about running a blog, or changes i am midway through making on this one, or polls about which of my previous tagging system sections i should port over to this blog en masse that day.

📟 ) MIXTAPE. i know i run ostensibly a sideblog for music but i do also like specific songs i want to put here and cross-reference into other tags. since the ancient websites i used to use to listen to just the songs on my rp blogs in another google chrome tab has gone totally under i will have to make that possible another way (that isn't using spotify, because i'm lazy sometimes).

🎫 ) TO REMEMBER. quotable bits that i am going to drop for years into bios. i used to try to run this as a sideblog on its own for cross-referencing but porting the entire mountain goats lyrical discography was hard and i quit. i still need somewhere to store the "spit his cum back at him like a camel" post that has haunted my dreams for a thousand years.

[unhingedhearties]

Aftermath Re-cap

Let’s travel back in time to October 8, 2023, moments after When Calls The Heart’s Season 10, Episode 11 finished airing. In the last few minutes of the episode, the two lead characters broke off their engagement amicably and went their separate ways, content with still being friends. Some fans were happy and some fans…

…well if you’re here, you’ve seen some of the reactions.

GOODBYE!

Two fictitious adult characters realized they weren’t right for each other = morals are gone.

“Look like a slut”

And there it is. You see the crazier fans allude to it a lot, but few of them are brave enough to say it outright. They think this woman, who hasn’t had sex with the man she was engaged to, is a “slut” for breaking off her engagement and maybe realizing another man is who she’d rather be with.

This person is yet another fan who seems to think Chris is leaving the show, despite there being no proof. Mind you, this seems to be a demographic of people who clearly think that if they believe something hard enough, it has to be true.

“Anti-marriage agenda”. Because once fictitious characters are paired up, they must stay together no matter what. Things like actor availability, chemistry, fan interests aren’t factors. It’s all a plot by the evil secularists to destroy God from within. 

Also, “Allie & Robert”... those two are kids. Please don’t be weird about the child actors.

Character limit isn’t enough. Twitter needs to limit how many times you can respond to yourself.

The lore of Lindays Sturman according to the Lucabeth fans is fascinating. Lindsay is apparently unqualified to be the showrunner because she had never watched the show before accepting the job. Only hard-core, super fans of any kind of media should ever be showrunners apparently. She binge watched all the episodes, which is somehow no good because something about not being able to understand When Calls The Heart the way people who obsessively watch all 100+ episodes constantly understand it. 

But now, this woman who’s never watched the show, watched it once and decided to join one side of this fandom that likes one of the male characters. And from there worked with the channel WCTH airs on to DESTROY the show.

Do you people who say this stuff understand how stupid you sound?

“They likely want WCTH off the air so they can replace it with some other ridiculous and corny series that fits their new agenda.”

Why would they do this? When Calls The Heart has amazing ratings compared to other scripted TV series on cable. What would be the benefit in getting rid of something popular that brings them money? WCTH isn’t on every hour of the day. If they want to bring in new shows and content, they can. 

And be brave. Tell me what their “new agenda” is? Because I’ve seen people lose their shit at Hallmark for having more movies with non-white leads, gay couples and non-Christian holiday movies. If that’s not what you mean by “new agenda” say what you mean then. Because that sure is what it sounds like.

People constantly bring up producer Brian Bird and the former showrunner John Tinker saying they weren’t going to change who the love interest is. I understand being disappointed, but it’s come to a point where people are starting to sound like children. “YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE D:” Yes. That’s life. Things don’t always go the way you want them to go. If a TV show changing its main couple is what gets you to realize strangers sometimes tell lies, consider yourself very fortunate. 

Those stupid drumroll emojis… you can tell this is a person who’s only frame of reference for anything in life is from TV and movies. People like this can’t talk like a normal person. It really is “main character syndrome” and they see themselves as the underdog giving the dramatic, rousing speech.

“...which on 1920 was deemed as adulterous and immoral, and it is.”

Hearties in general really love to pick and choose when to either praise or complain about the show’s historical accuracy. World War 1, the Spanish Flu, Residential Schools, the realities of racism and sexism… pay no mind. Isn’t it great that these things never happened and we don’t need to address them in our happy make-believe world of Hope Valley :) 

A woman broke off her engagement and might have feelings for another man, well clearly that’s adulterous and immoral in the 1920’s AND IT IS!

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar set your coffee and the bag of food down on the back of the car, needing to be able to wrap his arms around you and hold you right now. “I will never understand how your parents could do the things they did and treat you so horribly.. You are the most special person that I have ever met,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you close, kissing the top of your head gently before gazing back down into your eyes, his arms still wrapped around you. “I know I am biased but truly, you are so special.. Why do you think I was drawn to you right away? I mean, I know you are the most beautiful woman in the world but you have this certain warmth about you. You say that I am your koala but you are my sunshine. I could be having the shittiest day but as soon as you walk in the room, all is forgotten. And as for your ex.. well I don’t have anything positive to say there but I can tell you that I am never going to make the mistakes that he did. I know you so well already too since we have been best friends for five years. There is nothing that is going to scare me away from you, Renee. I spent five years pining after you while thinking you would never give me the time of day. I think that’s proof enough that I am not going anywhere, my love. But I will still remind you every single day that this is it for me. You are it for me. I will give you all my love for the rest of our days,” he says, leaning his forehead up against yours. “Nothing is going to make me prouder than being your husband. I can’t wait to tell everyone that I am your husband. That right there is my dream job,” he speaks honestly to you, hoping you believed what he was saying to you.

I just stare up at him with big watery eyes, taking in everything he was saying. “God, your vows are going to kill me, aren’t they?” I let out a watery laugh, sniffling a bit as a few tears fall. I knew that Oscar loved me but it was still such an insecurity of mine that one day he’d decide he could better. “I love you so much, Oscar. And thank you for loving me even though I’m a hot mess who can’t survive without caffeine and who throws temper tantrums at least once a day over nothing.” I give him a small smile before leaning up and kissing him softly, wrapping my arms around his waist as I keep the kiss simple and sweet. I pull away after a long moment, burying my face in his neck as I hug him tight, like I was afraid he’d disappear before pulling back and looking up at him. “I wanna tell them. I don’t wanna wait or hide it from anyone. I wanna scream it off the rooftop. Just like you can’t wait to tell people your my husband, I can’t wait to tell people I’m your wife. I’d marry you tonight if we could make it happen. You just proposed last night but I’m already sick of not being your wife.”   

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I giggle softly from your words before nodding, the light finally coming back in my eyes. “Yes, you’re right. But I also love taking care of you and I wanted to hang your stuff in my closet. Maybe color code it too,” I smirk softly at you. “But I can give up control on that if you want me to,” I say, setting my hand back on your thigh yet again. I could not keep my hands to myself when it came to you, always needing to be touching you. I was impressed that you knew exactly where you were going, no longer needing me to plug anything into my phone to get us home. I use my free hand to check social media, smirking to myself when seeing the story you posted of us and immediately liking it and re-sharing it to my story with a heart emoji. I knew everyone was finding out about us now and I wasn’t nervous about it at all. I wanted to get back to feeling less like a brand on social media and more like myself and that included interacting with my boyfriend. “I can’t wait for the pictures of you holding a bag of lingerie to circulate. I want everyone to know that America’s Sweetheart is going to be on her knees tonight for the Villain of F1,” I tease you, using the names you referred to us as.

“Oh, color coding? You’re getting all hot and bothered right now, aren’t you?” Max chuckles, driving with one hand easily as he keeps his other on your thigh, finding it funny that your arms were crossed across the center console since you both need to be touching one another. “Oh I can’t wait for all the other drivers are going to be taking the piss for ages. I’m never going to live that one down. But those who are boyfriends will understand... but they’ll still take the piss. I haven’t had a girlfriend in ages so they’ll love to have something to hold over me.” Max smirks as you say you’ll be on your knees, “If you’re going to call yourself America’s Sweetheart while your on your knees, I fully expect you to be wearing the white lingerie I got. It’s quite fitting.”

[littedidyouknow]

Hello, I guess we’re doing this! I’m Sophie (She/her) 👋

I started writing my first fanfiction in 2020 on fanfiction.net and then I disappeared from the surface of the world until early 2024 when I discovered Ao3 (I know, I was LATE) to cure my Empyrean hangover. It also made me fall back in love with acotar, and prompted me to start writing again.

And now HERE WE ARE.

Other facts about me & fics list ⬇️

Here’s the list of the things I wrote for now;

Littledidyouknow on A3o

A C O T A R

* We can learn to love again - Modern Feysand AU, single parenting. [complete ✔️]

{Gorgeous moodboard by the wonderful @romanticatheartt.}

* Our love is enough - Sequel to WCLTLA. [in writing 〰️]

* I will be with you ‘til the world blows up - Nessian, companion fic to OLIE / or Nessia standalone. [in writing 〰️]

➰All three belong in the I think of you when I think about forever series, where a few oneshots are included (Guide to navigate the series here).

* Strangers to lovers to enemies - Modern Feysand AU, (kinda) single parenting. [complete ✔️]

* Why do so many people bleed? - Modern Feysand AU, angsty, grief. [complete ✔️]

* You gave me my name and the color of your eyes - Modern AU, started as Feysand but will eventually be Feyssian and Nyx/OC, angsty, death, grief, (read the tags). [in writing 〰️]

* Play me a memory - Modern Feysand AU, blind!Feyre/pianoplayer!Rhys. [complete ✔️]

* I’m on my way to you - Modern semi sci-fi Feysand AU. [complete ✔️]

* Time can (never) break your heart - Modern semi sci-fi Feysand AU. [complete ✔️]

* Instead I only wish you the best - Modern Feysand AU, angsty. [maybe a ch2 in writing 〰️]

T H E E M P Y R E A N

* I can’t wait to make a million more first times - Modern Riorgail AU, single parenting. [in writing 〰️]

PLL

* If not now, when? - (fanfiction.net) Modern Spoby AU, single parenting. [now complete after a 4-years pause lol ✔️] AND also starring a little Elizabeth.

Other facts about me;

* I don’t know what I’m doing, I post as I go (all while having a full-time job and a life) so you can *literally* expect me to update for a few days in a row OR not at all for a while. I’m living with that, don’t hold me accountable for either 🤷‍♀️

* It is also important for me to mention that I am *not* an English native speaker, which makes me quite self-conscious about my writing (as if writing wasn’t stress-inducing enough 👀). All this to say, I hope it doesn’t translate too much into my fics, and that there aren’t any major errors, misinterpretations or misunderstandings. 🙏

* I read, and love, and respond to every single comment because they make my heart swell and make me happy and help me keep going. I’ve never understood this as much as since I started this but writing. gets. lonely. And a comment is the best support readers can offer 🫶❤️

* Feel free to invade my ask box as well, or come to me in private. I’d love to interact!

* You’ll come to learn that I probably use way too many emojis. #sorrynotsorry

* Sophie is my middle name, because I’m not quite prepared to give my first name to the internet yet

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