#they're utterly ridiculous and utterly in love 🥺

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

standing next to me, olympia paris (2013) 🩶

[roguelov]

okay okay y/n lying in bed with dream/hob and just covering their chest and stomach in kisses?? and them doing the same to y/n?? not even sexually, just very soft and affectionate, like they're worshiping each other🥺

These two are such love sick puppies for ya that they can’t help it

“Stop,” you giggled.

“And why would we do that, love?” Hob hummed, utterly amused. He placed another kiss on your wrist, working his way down your arm.

“Because,” you squirmed, smiling wide. “You two are being ridiculous and to be honest it tickles a bit.”

Morpheus smirked. “Well, Hob? Are you satisfied yet?”

“Not in the slightest.”

Morpheus chuckled. His lips continued to pepper your chest and stomach in loving sweet kisses while Hob worked on your arms, neck, and face. It was an onslaught of their affection with no rest nor waver in their attacks.

Laughter bubbled up out of your mouth when Hob kissed your neck, purposely rubbing his prickly chin against your skin. Morpheus smiled at the melodic sound. His lips skimmed over your sides, making you jerk. However, the Endless gripped your sides keeping you in place. It was obvious: you were at their mercy.

Your laughter grew louder. “Please! I get it! I love the two of you too!”

“Hmm,” Morpheus lips curled into genuine smile. “Hob?”

Hob kissed your cheek, then pulled away. He sighed, dramatically and in a teasing way, “I suppose I am done.”

Morpheus kissed upwards then planted one more on your temple. “And I am too.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. You grabbed their wrists tugging them down into the bed. They fell down into the bed beside you. “Unfortunately for the two of you, you actually left me a bit unsatisfied.”

“How so?” Morpheus asked.

“You missed.” You turned your head, kissing Morpheus’s lips then Hob’s. You beamed at the pair. “There. Now I’m satisfied.”

They chuckled before nestling into you. Their affection always known by their touches, even if they could be a bit much at times. But, you adored them nonetheless.

Your sweet loving partners.

[crabapplebread]

this is just extremely ridiculous 😭 poor heiji

Vol. 91, Ch. 962

🥺

kid and conan man, they're so funny

he just can't catch a break, but i love how they make him so elusive and competent in one panel then just utterly fail in another 😁

Vol. 91, Ch. 965

[pinksparkl]

I've just finished reading P&P ✨️😁✨️ but found some screenshots from July that I wanted to comment on.

Can I hit both Mr Collins and Mrs Bennet over the head with a candlestick, please? This entire proposal and the way his "affections" so easily moved from Jane -> Elizabeth -> Charlotte is quite ridiculous for such a "serious" man.

I love the TENSION! How do neither of them realise that they are FLIRTING? 😂 I'm just amazed that no one tried to interrupt them, I mean, a young man and a young woman, speaking to each other so casually with barely disguised passion (whether romantic or anger, they're both quite unsuited for public viewing) *fans self* 🤣

My heart stopped beating. I am distraught. This entire scene killed me 🥺😭 Mr Darcy has been so utterly rejected and he still tries to keep up some kind of civility towards Lizzie who just kept going. Like damn, girl, he's already dead...

[notthestarwar]

does ‘the island’ also contain rats by any chance??? Will you talk about any wips you have that may feature rats? 🥺👉👈

You know all about rat island lol that's OUR baby

OK. For the uninitiated. Where to even begin lol.

So it all starts with a gremlins fueled haze. We'd watched the scooby doo movie earlier that day and au thoughts had been lit. Add codywan, my need for begrudging Anakin and cody buddy team ups, and the servers pet rat: it was a recipe for a fever dream. The gremlins music at 1am really just stoked the fire.

So the premise is: no order 66. It's post war, they're not quite at that happy ending yet. There's a feeling that they've all dodged a huge bullet. Cody is learning to live. Obi Wan has taken a sabbatical to figure things out post war. Anakin has been divorced, lost custody, and rejected the Jedi's help. He's a hot mess. He's trying to figure out who he is, in the most messy 'I'm 23 and didn't do any of this when I was 19' kind of way. He's partying. He's become a student. He's messing up in all the mundane ways that you can think of.

Then, he gets a mysterious invite to a all expenses paid resort. It's suspicious as hell, he pays that no notice. He's spiralling.

Now. The resort. Is rat themed. Don't think about that too hard. It's like Disney but it's rat themed and it's adults only so there's lots of rat bars ect and it's on an island. It's like the resort in the scoobydoo movie but it's more disneyfied and capitalist and also all of the rats are terrifying. Like. We have a storyboard of the worst rat costumes I could find (including our fav pet rat obviously) and that's the inspo we're working from here

Now if you're new to rat island you probably think that's the end. Oh no. That's just Chapter 1.

This is based on the scooby doo movie afterall. There's a sith conspiracy on the island. There's bodyswapping. AND. There's a dog.

i'm going to share 2 snippets of it. cause i love it too much to decide.

"Cody had always prided himself on his propensity for research. He was not one to walk in to a situation unprepared. As soon as they’d heard of Anakin’s trip, he’d done some digging.

Rat island was a combination of theme-park and party island, located on the beach planet: Muridae. The resort was, in its entirety, dedicated to a small mammalian creature native to the planet Eukaryota--which is not even in the same system.

Supposedly, the park was based around an ageing cartoon show that had only grown in popularity with civilians during the war, the war had brought many things, a wave of rat based nostalgia was maybe less expected than others.

Despite all his research, nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. As they leave the lander Cody finds himself in a corner of the galaxy he’s rarely had reason to imagine, let alone see. A place of over indulgence, excess and noise.

It isn’t one of the strangest places he’s found himself, Cody had seen weirder things during the war. Not many, but still, some. On one of the strangest planets. But this was maybe one of the least familiar. Kamino had never prepared him for this.

When they stepped out onto the landing platform, Obi Wan looked far too pleased. Cody only scowled.

He wished he’d listened when he was told to bring sunglasses but was utterly unwilling to admit it. Once, when he wore armour wherever he went he had a built in visor, he had tints! He squinted in the sun. Civilian life really was grim sometimes.

“Isn’t this nice.” Obi wan said, looking down at the nearby beach.

“We aren’t staying.” Cody told him shortly.

“Of course not dear, we are just here to collect Anakin.” Obi Wan agreed.

Cody gave him a suspicious side eye.

“Is the sun getting in your eyes, dear?” Obi Wan asked, tilting his head and looking at Cody through his own sunglasses, ridiculous bug eyed things.

“No. Not at all.” Cody lied.

Obi -Wan gave him a long look. Cody ignored it.

Eventually, Obi-Wan he spotted a map. “Ah look. Over here Cody. Look! There's a gift shop.”

“No.” Cody told him, flat, No gift shop.”

Obi Wan gave him a sad look.

“No.” Cody said again. He squinted at the map. “Where is the security office.”

Obi Wan sighed. “To the west.”

“Right lets go.”

Obi wan gave a pitiful sigh. Cody ignored that too.

Cody knew very well they’d be visiting one of the islands many gift shops before they left this forsaken place, there was no need for him to give in so early; Obi wan would only take advantage of such a weakness.

As they round the corner, a person dressed in a loose fitting grey costume, their whole head obscured by that of a rat, seems to pop-up out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of Cody.

“Have a Rat-tastic day!”

Cody will not be having a Rat-tastic day. He finds himself uncertain of what exactly a Rat-tastic day is, but he does know that he will most definitely not be having one."

Next, in this snippet, they finally visit the gift shop:

"Dear. Just pick a pair."

Cody continued to look at the sunglass stand in affront.

"I don't need any."

"Yes." Obi Wan gave him a stern look. "You do."

Cody gave the stand another spin, increasingly offended. "Does every pair have a rat?"

"Well…" Obi-Wan was looking towards the counter, where a sign declared that they where standing in an establishment of 'Rat-tastic Gifts'

Cody just scowled. "Why does the sun have to be so bright?" He made an irritated noise. "This place!" He huffed. "Couldn't Anakin have picked anywhere else?"

"Well, he was invited…"

"He had to accept! Who would accept an invite to Rat karking Island? Only Skywalker. Who would invite Skywalker to a Rat Island in the first place? The whole place seems like some demented way to torture people." He grumbled a few choice words under his breath.  

"Dear…" 

"Fine!" Cody picked out a pair with the least obstructive rat he could find, only a small metal rat shaped medallion on the end of each arm and a rat print that was, thankfully, reserved for the inside of the arms only.

As they made their way to the counter he caught Obi-Wan looking towards a display showing one of the worst rat costumes Cody had ever seen. It was made out of a kind of plush velveteen fabric that was quite frankly, monstrous. The thing was made of far too much material, giving it the appearance of wrinkly skin. And to add insult to the injury of having to see this thing (and see it he had, the staff in this place roamed the paths dressed in a collection of eclectic rodent outfits) the face was… The eyes. They boggled. The whiskers, were wonky. It was barely recognisable as a rat. 

"NO."  Cody managed, as he marched them to the counter. 

"Feeling ratty?" The twilek at the counter greeted with a bright smile. 

Cody swallowed a small amount of bile. "We are not." He grunted. 

The shop assistant seemed slightly caught for words, his lack of enthusiasm halting her usual script.  She looked to the sunglasses down on the counter. "Ah. Soon!" She threatened, with a smile. 

When they left the shop,  Obi Wan burst in to laughter.

"Soon!" Cody repeated. "I karking hope not. This place is like a cult."

Obi-Wan took one look at his face and burst in to renewed wheezes.

rat island is...ongoing. in the meantime, @felixeis003 has created an amazing piece of art of it here:

[theharrowing]

Not to be thirsty at 12 noon but i wanna feel collateral namjoon deep in my guts sliding sloppy and tender like it's a NEED. How fucking GORGEOUS IS THIS MAN IN FICTION AND REALITY???? a switch in me flips when he goes from 🥺😘🤗👩‍❤���‍👨 TO DADDY LIKE EXCUSE ME???

Also I've been so engrossed in my namgi reader bubble that I haven't wrapped my head around other members and i get a feeling they aren't really the kindest to her except jimin.. They're mostly there by default because 2 members are utterly whipped.. Gotta see jk and tae in the next chapter being mean and cheeky to her 🤡 I literally need to re read because I can only focus on one aspect per read. First read I focussed on what happened. Second read I focussed on namgi. Third read i gotta cnnext dots between read 1 and 2..you feel me?

plz have some water and stay hydrated, my love. GOD my namgi love is just feral and ridiculous and there is nothing i, you, god or anyone can do to stop it. i am glad you are so along for the ride bc hnnnngggggggg soft dom daddy joon is too good. i, too, want the thing you describe re: sloppy guts. plz and thank you!!!!!

the terror twins will be in full swing and i hope that you love them. i am so excited to write them. there are some scenes i have been planning for ages that asslkdjasldjasldadas i cannot believe are coming so soon.

thank you thank you for reading and for sliding into my inbox (it's 11 PM for me so perfect time for thirst—although, when is a bad time?????????????) lmk if you have any questions, comments or concerns upon further reading lolol. I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!

[plantwithoutplot]

OOOOOH I LOVE THESE THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH 🤧🤧💕💕💕

ALL HAIL THE ALL MIGHTY FAN AT NIGHT ━━ヽ( `▽´ )ﾉ━━!!

― sleeping with a fan or AC at night is just the superior type of sleep and Sabo 👏 is 👏👏 RIGHT 👏👏👏

The open window is also a great option unless there are too many wild animal around... Though I do believe Sabo would be unfazed if he were to wake up to a raccoon or two casually hanging around in his room. He would probably befriend them, actually. Nickname them Lord and Lady of the Trash of something 🪿

― Him being into photography is such great material for both fluff and angst 🥲🥲🥲 On one side he gets to make albums and immortalize mundane and happy moments of his life, on the other he 100% is trying to compensate oit of fear of forgetting again and has yet to build his new self into reality rather than what he believes he ought to know/be 😭

― Oh dear oh god oh Seas 💀🌊 Sabo would... Indeed be all or nothing when it comes to dance. Yknow what? I believe that if you gave him the total choreography, he would do amazing BUT would be utterly USELESS the moment you gotta improvise. A choreography is easy because he just has to remember and move as planned, but the moment he has to change it because of a misstep, or just dance along to music??? He becomes the worst spy ever and his cover is utterly RUINED.

― Yes!! Luffy is all about spontaneity and fun and dancing as freely as you can ٩(*´▽`*)۶🩷 he probably enjoys dancing around bonfires the most, or big, folkloric dances! He messes up the choreo every time but the whole point of village festivals is to let loose and have fun so no one holds him accountable for it!

― Ace would ABSOLUTELY bother learning dancing to go to a ball if you told him that he would get free food out of it. And free booze. And then he would just be so charming anyway that people would excuse his narcolepsy because he actually IS polite nowadays and shines too bright for people to stay mad at him ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ )❤︎ But as you say I can imagine him enjoyomg fun dances like Luffy a lot more than classical, choreographed ones! He also wouldn't be the slightest bit ashamed of looking ridiculous and, out of the 3 brothers, I would bet on him to be the one to try and learn strip/lap dances because he finds out he has a lot more freedom to move his body as he wants this way while still getting a great workout 🤣🤣

I can't wait for the day you will illustrate some of these!! They're so lovely 🥺🙏💕💕

Thank you again for participating and for all these HCs!! I have worked some on Speak Up, Boys! today and will try hard to do the same tomorrow night (੭ ˃̣̣̥᷄︶˂̣̣̥᷅ )੭⁾⁾💕

HI EVERYONE I NEED A LIL BIT OF HELP 🥲

Life has been very very super mega busy this past month and I haven't been able to write as much as I want for Speak Up, Boys! because of it...

B U T I have today off from work soooooooo!!!

PLEASE HELP ME STAY MOTIVATED ٩(๑ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈๑)۶✨

If you have any ASL headcanons that you wanna share, do so in notes or reblogs!! Same goes with tropes that you like for them!!!

I want to use my time today to write on chapter 11 of Speak Up, Boys! but I know I cannot trust myself to do it if I don't got anything to reward myself with at the end of the day ahahah

THANK YOU 🤧♥🙏

[imaginejamesandsirius]

I love your writing and I love people's suggestions but I feel like lately they're so heavy and emotional, which is cool of course but if I can, do you think you could write something light? Funny? Fluffy? Just something fun, whatever that might be for you? Thank you, love your writing either way!!

Combined with the prompt: “Can you do like. Sirius is a hogwarts professor and he gets a box and when he opens it it's a six inch tall James. And at first he thinks it's like a toy or something but he realizes it's not! James has shrunk. And he rides around in sirius's pocket. You are amazing🥺”

Sirius didn't get much in the post. He had a subscription to The Prophet and every once in a while, James would send him something. It didn't happen very often, since Sirius went home on the weekends, and during the week, they'd use the mirrors to stay in touch. The occasional letter about the neighbours, sometimes he'd send him a box with chocolates and the like.

So when he got a package from James, he wasn't concerned. It was Friday, so the timing was a touch strange, but he didn't think anything of it. Not until he opened it, and instead of the torn paper revealing a chocolatier's label, it was a finely carved box. A rather familiar box with gold engraving that he recognised from their house. Curiousity piqued, Sirius undid the latch and lifted the lid.

Then he covered his mouth so he didn't start laughing in the middle of breakfast. It was James. A miniature toy of James, several centimeters tall. It looked up at Sirius-- glasses, messy hair and all-- and said his name.

"He made me a doll of himself," Sirius said quietly so that the closest person couldn't hear him, but the toy could. Assuming that the toy could, which he thought was a safe assumption since it had spoken. Merlin, it even sounded like James. How long had he spent on this? It was utterly ridiculous, and so like James that he couldn't be surprised.

"I'm not a doll," James said, making fists out of his hands and pounding them on the edge of the box.

"Then why'd you come in the post?"

"I needed your help, and this was the only way I could reach you! It's not like when I shrunk myself, it did my broom too. I couldn't reach the floo, much less the mirror up in our room."

Sirius blinked. "It's really you?"

Tiny James nodded vigorously, looking happy that Sirius believed him.

"How did this happen?"

He went from happy to sheepish, tugging on his hair with one hand. "So, you know that potion I was working on?"

"The one I told you sounded like a bad idea?"

"That, erm, might be the one. I can't really remember."

"You're such a little liar," Sirius said, grinning.

James dropped his hand and scowled up at his husband. "The point is that it sort of blew up, and I shrunk. It took me all night to make it up the stairs from the potion's lab."

"And there's three times as many stairs between the entrance to the lab and our room, where you keep the mirror."

James nodded miserably.

"I get that you hate this, but this has got to be the cutest you have ever looked," Sirius said. He leaned an elbow against the table and rested his head on his hand.

James crossed his arms over his chest.

Sirius reached out and ever so gently pat James on the head with one finger.

James swat at his finger. He made contact, but there was no force behind it that Sirius could feel.

He snickered but dutifully pulled his hand away. "Does your wand still work?"

"Yeah. Which I didn't realise until I was two steps from the top," James said, rolling his eyes.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You climbed up those steps without magic?"

"Most of them. It took a lot out of me to make myself float up just the two steps, so I couldn't use it for the rest of the house. Also I figured that we'd need the library here to set me right. I think my magical core shrunk in a way that isn't proportionate with the rest of me," he said, frowning.

"Or maybe the spells are at a set rate, small enough that you normally don't feel the strain." 

James sighed. "Also possible."

Sirius resisted the urge to coo at him. James may not be able to cast very many spells like this, but if Sirius did that, he'd find himself nursing a stinging hex, he was sure of it. "We'll look for solutions tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Why not now?"

"I have classes to teach."

"Cancel them!"

"No. After my classes, we'll have the entire weekend to work on this. I doubt eight hours are going to be the difference of your lifetime."

"You're only saying that because you're not the one who's the size of owl treats."

"Don't be silly, you're bigger than an owl treat." Then, because he didn't want James to actually be worried about it, he added, "I'll take care of you. No owl will make a snack of my husband. Come on." He cupped his hand and put it inside the box, next to James.

James climbed on without asking what he was doing. He was probably happy to be out of the box, especially since he'd had to be carried from their house all the way to Hogwarts in it. Travel by owl wouldn't have been the smoothest method of travel.

"Are you hungry?" Sirius asked, even though he was sure the answer was yes.

James nodded, and Sirius gingerly set him down next to his plate.

"Grab what you can. There's no use in you fainting from lack of food. If we have time before my NEWT level class, we'll go to the library."

James nodded again and got comfortable, crisscrossing his legs in front of him. He reached for a piece of toast. Sirius had already broken it in pieces and covered it in butter, so it was easy for James to lift it and start eating.

Sirius didn't know how much he'd be able to eat, but he broke a piece of bacon in little pieces and left it in the section of the plate that James was by. He should keep eating, he knew, but he was watching James. It was so bloody funny, watching him eat. It was like everything was normal, except the food he was holding was huge. In comparison to him, the plate was also huge. He could lay down and take a nap on it. "If you're thirsty, I don't have an easy solution for you."

He finished chewing the food in his mouth, then looked up at Sirius. "I could drink from my hands if you tilt your cup my way. But not right now, I'm still eating."

"You're so cute when you're demanding," Sirius couldn't help but say.

"You think everything I do is cute right now," James responded. He didn't sound as angry about it now as he had earlier. For that matter, he didn't sound angry at all anymore. He'd probably been starving, and rightfully so after everything he'd been through since last night.

"I think everything you do is cute all the time." Sirius was sickeningly in love, and James knew it.

"Sap," James said, but a pleased flush passed across his miniature cheeks.

*

Sirius put James in his pocket as he walked. The breast pocket of his robes so that he could see, not to mention that holding James in his hands had made Sirius paranoid about tripping and dropping him, or running into someone. In Sirius's pocket, he was much safer. Plus, it was adorable. James had his feet planted at the bottom, where the fabric was stitched together tightly, and he kept his hands at the top of the pocket, gripping tightly.

"What am I supposed to do while you're teaching class?" James asked.

"Think about what was in your potion that did this to you."

He sighed heavily, like he was put upon having to do work to get back to his normal size. "School always was boring."

"You're welcome to listen to me teach and be bored by that instead."

"I'm not convinced I could ever be bored by you," James said.

"That's sweet, but you do need to remember what was in your potion."

"I remember the ingredients."

"Do you know what caused this?"

"No."

"Then you need to keep thinking about it."

"You're so mean to me," James said grumpily.

"Very mean," Sirius agreed, rubbing the top of James's head with the tip of one finger.

"See?" James said, when Sirius finally stopped and dropped his hand back to his side. "Attacked, I am being attacked."

"I would kiss you if I could, but I think that would be more of an attack when you're this size than what I was doing before."

"That never would've stopped you before," James said with a sniff.

Sirius laughed. "Maybe so, but I like you unbruised and in one piece."

*

They were doing research in the library that night. James was sat on the table, walking between the books that were open. Sometimes he told Sirius to fetch another book, and he directed him for how to arrange it among the ones they already had. Sirius could keep up with James during research and anticipate his needs under normal circumstances. Normal circumstances included, apparently, being the same size. Sirius didn't automatically know how to arrange the books so that James could see them like this.

Sirius also took notes as James said them. They'd never had to do this before, even if Sirius was often close by when James was doing research. It was too much strain for James to try and write with a quill at this size though, and that was to say nothing of dipping the tip in ink and getting it back over to the parchment. Even if he had been able to do it, it would've left drip marks everywhere.

It hadn't been the easiest thing they'd ever done, but it also wasn't the hardest.

"Wait," James said, and Sirius froze.

"What?"

"Just wait and don't move."

"Okay," Sirius said slowly. He didn't understand, but he also didn't move.

James walked over to his hand, put his hands around Sirius's thumb, then tilted his head up and pressed a kiss to the pad of Sirius's finger.

Sirius could barely feel it, but he knew what it was. His heart went all wobbly, and he felt like the single biggest sap in the world. He would happily take that label; he knew what he was like with James.

James let go and started making his way back to the book he'd been looking at, and they were back to research like usual-- or as usual as tonight could be. "Okay, what were you saying?"

"I love you."

"That's not what you were saying," James said, shooting him a grin. "Try again."

"You've made me forget."

"How evil of me."

"Yep, that's what you're known for. Being the most evil shrunk wizard in the world."

James shot him a v, but he was still smiling. 

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SAEjwwo9S1g

So I know everyone knows this interview off by heart and it’s been spoken about A MILLION TIMES but I would just love love to hear you ramble about from 10:20 onwards bc omg it’s just so sweet and your thoughts on things are always perfection :’) like Miles seems like he’s keeping an eye on Alex for the whole interview and playing off his humour but the fond/amused/exasperated ‘please do’ that he says when Alex goes ‘just to add to that’, and how he sort of glances at Martin in an ‘ah where is this going’ sort of way is just gorgeous xD and the way he squeezes his eyes shut, just waiting to feed off whatever Alex says but wondering what on earth is about to come out of his mouth is just so tender and pure 😭😂 like miles you sweetheart xD

omg i will take ANY opportunity to ramble about this absolute gem of an interview (and about them generally, as we know lol)

anyway yeah, this whole interview truly is peak milex derangement - and this little section in particular??? ughhh it just feels like such an intimate insight into their humour and the way they mess around together. like you can tell they're a bit bored with the interview, and it makes me wonder if this is what they get like when they're bored and restless on bus journeys, waiting for soundcheck etc - if they descend into the same affectionate, humorous madness that no one else quite knows how to deal with. it feels like such a window into their everyday lives and way of interacting, and ugh i just love it, how easy it is to imagine them talking in silly voices and being totally wrapped up in each other in all these other scenarios 🥺

one of absolute my favourite things about this clip is how you can just tell how UTTERLY in tune they are with each other - even when they're not really that engaged with the situation they're in. the way they know each other's subtlest inflections of expression and twist of phrase without even thinking about it. it's all so totally instinctive, and i actually think their interchanges like these, when we get a glimpse into their unique alex-and-miles humour, are at least as intimate as a lot of their more *ahem* explicitly intimate moments onstage. because they just show the way they completely and utterly get each other, how they've built up this whole way of interacting that's just them. miles and alex and no one else.

and you're totally right, you can FEEL the fond exasperation radiating from miles, and also like - idk, just this quiet delight he's clearly taking in alex's presence? it's something you see with both of them a LOT, this sense that they just love being around each other and (even in situations like this where they’re not really into what’s happening around them) there’s nowhere else they really want to be. idk how to explain it, it just feels like there’s just this underlying sense of completion and contentedness when they’re with each other - probably because they’re able to truly be their whole selves when they’re together 🥺

UGHHHHH they make me so emotional 😩

also all the suggestiveness of the “little finger” bits and the way you can SEE miles trying not to get the giggles??? absolute gold 😭

oh dear, i fear this has been ended up being a much longer ramble than i intended, i hope at least some of it made sense 😅 thank you so much for your lovely words and for giving me the opportunity to flail about our two favourite smitten idiots, i love asks like these 🥰🥰

PS i’m so sorry it took me so ridiculously long to answer this - i actually thought i’d posted it weeks ago, but just came across it when i was sorting through my drafts this afternoon 🤦🏻‍♀️

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

hiiiii lovely! for the fic writing asks, i'd love to know your answers to 🍲🍡🍛 if you feel like it! 🥰🌻💛

hello minnie lovely! 💜🩷 thank you so much for these😘

🍲 when did you start writing and why?

i started writing short stories when i was about seven (a story about a bunny who went on a school trip to the moon 😅), wrote my first “novel” when i was nine, and - yeah. basically for as long as i can remember i’ve always been in the process of writing something. i don’t really know why - i’ve just always felt so drawn to it, and like it’s something that helps me make sense of my experience of the world around me. i (ironically lol) can't really put it into words, but i never really feel more *me* than i do when i’m writing 💜

which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

there were a couple i wrote right at the beginning of my fic writing days about a decade ago that were really raw and personal, but other than that... i think i'd have to say four walls. it's definitely the closest thing to my heart i've written in years, the most connected i've felt to a protagonist - which is the most wonderful thing to experience when writing, but can also definitely be emotionally difficult in that it's hard to switch off from sometimes, and has also made me confront quite a few themes that have been significant in my own life. but in my experience, the most emotionally difficult fics to write are also always the most rewarding ✨ (something that is 100% true for four walls!)

have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics ever made you laugh or cry or both?

oh my god, SO often! i feel like this is the case for basically every fic i've ever posted and got feedback for - i'm utterly incapable of keeping a straight face whenever i'm reading comments people have left on my work. @perfectly-clear-from-here is always RIDICULOUSLY good at saying things when they're beta-ing my work that make me laugh out loud regardless of where i am (more than once i've got some strange looks on the bus 😅), but there have been also a whole bunch of comments on four walls recently with people basically just shouting at alex for being a total idiot that have made me giggle helplessly 😭

i have also been lucky enough to have some unbelievably lovely, thoughtful and personal comments on various fics over the years (several on four walls are particularly fresh in my mind rn, including of course the ones from your lovely self minnie 🥺💞) and honestly - every time someone talks about having personally connected with something i've written, i can feel my heart ache and my eyes start welling up 😭 there have been some really special comments i've received for various fics in the past that have always stuck with me too, and which totally reduced me to tears when i read them first and still pull at my heart when i think about them now. it's truly just such a profound, special thing and such a privilege when you feel like something you've written has impacted someone else 💜