#ty for inclusion!

[6ad6ro]

🎶 ✨ When you get this, name with 5 songs you actually listen to, then post your answer. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers... if you want to! 🎶 ✨

bad religion - faith alone ladytron - faces boris - rattlesnake daniel wilkins & neil j - wally's theme feat. mega ran smashing pumpkins - doomsday clock

[megalomaniacz]

caitbessa college au picrew? idk i need a drink

[dipplinduo]

Hey there! I'm actually a big fan of your work , and as a rookie writer myself, I wanted to know if you have some motivation advises (Comparison gives me so much writer blocks and I don't even post)

I love how I received and chose to answer this ask after having a lack of motivation streak that I only broke quite literally a few hours ago xD

I think it's interesting you're bringing up comparison - it honestly might be at the root of what you're specifically experiencing so I'm gonna focus my response on that. I could be off, but it sounds like seeing what other people are doing feels intimidating and puts a lot of pressure on you. So if it isn't "perfect" or "up to par" with what others seem to be doing, it's not good enough to post.

This is my personal take:

I saw a post (wish I could link it but can't remember where it was) that really resonated with me not too long ago. It talked about how we've been conditioned as a society in a way to see a lot of the arts as something to perfect; if you want to sing, you should focus on learning how to become a good singer. If you are a dancer, you should focus on learning forms to become a better dancer.

The post goes on to make the point that this is not why the arts were founded in the first place.

We as humans began to sing because we enjoyed singing. We danced because we liked to dance. We paint, write, and draw because - at each art's purest and most rudimentary form - it is the power and experience of personal expression. The benefit wasn't to be perfect, it was to enjoy the creative outlet in itself.

This is what has always connected me to writing. This is why I'm okay with posting the way I do, and why I don't mind light humor about my typos and all that. Because at the end of the day, you're writing because you enjoy it. You're writing to express and share with others. And you're doing it all for free. Your willingness to give the gift of your creativity out to the world is beautiful in itself.

This next part might sound a lot easier said than done, but again, this is all just my personal route that goes in conjunction with this philosophy:

See other writers/creators as your peers. Think of it like a potluck - everyone's bringing their own food, and everyone has different ideas. But it's cool because now you have mashed potatoes along with your favorite food, and someone else brought ice cream. No one dish is going to "win" - it's the culmination of everyone's efforts that fills plates up and make the event (fandom) enjoyable and connective.

Recognize the way in which your fic is uniquely yours. What's the touch you want to have? Things you enjoy that you want to feel yourself as you create, and perhaps share with others? Romance, humor, fun, peace, angst? Maybe certain situations for characters, or a moment you want to see with your favorite ship? The more you get in touch with what you want to portray, the more credit you'll be able to rightfully give your own work.

Engage with creators/commenters that are additive to your personal enjoyment and creativity. Going with the whole "this is all for fun, and is basically everyone's hobby over life and death" thing - the people you surround yourself with, or even the content you consume, can directly affect your experience in writing for a fandom. I personally get a lot out of talking about my ideas with others and through inviting and responding to feedback from people that engage with my work. If you like engaging with someone else's work, go ahead! See what stands out to you as inspiring, and let that be your takeaway to mull on (as you're essentially learning more about yourself and what you find entertaining or engaging).

I'm gonna get off my soapbox now (lol), but I also wanted to add one more thing:

There unfortunately is a competitive culture in a lot of recreational spaces, and especially with the arts and over the internet lol. There are people who like to overly criticize because it makes them feel better about themselves/their own work, there are people who may choose to dislike you or your work simply because they view you as competition, etc.

These kinds of choices some (not the majority of people!) may choose to make hold no actual reflection of your character or what you're writing. It is someone else's reflection being projected onto you. You may not be able to control what they do, but you can control how you respond. And my advice on that?

It's your free time. Don't give the haters a platform, just disengage & tune into the folks that uplift & encourage you instead. B)

[obesecamels]

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[everliving-everblaze]

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whoa thank you!!! you made this all by yourself? for me? that's so nice 🥹

[onlyasimp4nobody]

staring you dead in the eye begging you to play hades by supergiant games bc of the greek myth please pease please pelase please please

UJJHSOUHDG I have!! I loved the gameplay, visuals are beautiful and had a blast interacting & fighting the underworld characters/monsters! Just not into it for accuracy about the Greek gods/characterisation 😭

[syrips]

person: haha youre so weird and interesting! i wanna put you under a microscope and study you

person: -learns more about me-

person: so im kicking you out of this dnd group. yea if i knew you were this weird i wouldnt have let you even join. yea sorry, i didnt think you were this weird.

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[blaithnne]

Anom form Earlier to say .

We reboot that show again and we add the 1960s Yuri because I think the world needs it .

It may not be in the show but I still will give it a watch.

Also isn't Darkwing Duck in an Episode?

Anon you have no idea how extensively I’ve thought about this. I have three separate ideas for a spin off set in the 60s era, a follow up in the 80s-90s, and a modern day reboot. My autism powers are ultimately useless but they provide entertainment within my brain

Also yeah, a few!

[rogers-attic]

OH MY GOD?!???

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Reading the vowsverse wedding update like

A spark or pull is important but love is a choice love is a choiiiiiccccceeee—

[lettucedloophole]

hii i just recently found your blog (by going through the wittig tag lmao) and I just wanted to say that I'm really glad you're challenging these "radfems" and their bioessentialism. i've found that outside the odd dworkin quote that radfem tumblr is very anti-intellectual and genuinely refuses to engage with materialist feminist theory (but are more than willing to call anyone that isn't transphobic a "libfem" that needs to read radfem literature, ironically). so keep up the good work!

the wittig tag is beautiful as it's one of the few ways on this hellsite to sift out the real radfems from the bioessentialist rw drifters 😭 but thank you, i really appreciate that. it's astounding how many terfs seem to be unaware of radfem theory supporting the social construction of sex & thus, trans people, and opt to water down the politics of sex when confronted with their misinterpretation, ironically becoming less radical and more liberal in their own right. after all, liberalism is just Leftist Vibes and socially acceptable framing of conservative ideas.

i will continue to try my best for the rf cause 🫡 it is deathly important to absolve rfism, as much of the conception of what feminism was beyond votes came to fruition during the second wave. absolving the title of radical feminist alone can be more of a self-serving goal to not get cancelled on the internet; the area of utmost importance is in absolving its ideas, because mere association with radical feminism will lead to the further demonization of basic feminist theory. you see it online all the time 😭 i am perpetually insane over these facts, of course. so i'll keep on shouting into the internet 🫶

[prvtocol]

@exxecutioners : hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon // for any/multiple verses | Thematic Headcanons. ᠂ ⚘ ˚

Growing up wealthy, Brianne never had time to simply relax, do nothing, be bored. Forced into every extracurricular activity (violin, tennis, tutoring, volunteer work for charities, etc), her day would move from school to activities, and back home to do homework, barely catching a breath before bed to repeat the next day. Long breaks likewise were opportunities to be carted off to exclusive summer schools abroad and travel excursions.

     Later in secondary school, she began interning at her family’s firm/corporation alongside everything else. Uni was the same. Full involvement in school and interning/working along with charity work until finishing her MBA. During shorter breaks, she would return to the south of France to spend time with her mother’s side of the family or do some lux travel somewhere in Europe with her mom (which at least was relaxing and included the spa ofc).

     For her career, she’s always on the go, working long hours, and hardly home, especially when the job requires travel as well. Work became life, and it shows in her lack of a life outside work. After hitting 40, she's feeling burned out with the job (and not being married with children yet also pains her and makes her want a life change). She starts to consider retiring early (before 50, as only rich people can do) which would go against the wishes of her family who want to see her on the board. 

[rainbowgod666]

(tf2meme_spy_oooh.avi)

MA G NIFIÇENÞ

I Have Found A Solution!

So, obviously classic wizard robes aren’t wheelchair friendly. (Alright, admittedly this isn’t common knowledge and also this definitely isn’t a problem for most but listen, this is a problem for me and I’m pleased to present a solution for it nonetheless.)

The issue is in the sleeves and the length of the robes. The traditional trumpet style allows them to get snagged, dirty, and caught in the wheels.

This is distinctly not an issue with other mobility aids such as canes and crutches, these wizards are fine to carry on with their trumpet sleeves simply rolled up if needed.

Now, one solution might simply to shorten the sleeves and hem to be out of the way, but that looks rather silly so I won’t do that. Instead I propose the more elegant design of a hanging sleeve to maintain that flowy magical feel while allowing for better range of motion.

Honestly I just love the look of hanging sleeves in general and think more people should appreciate them, wheelchair user or not.

In conclusion…

[onlyasimp4nobody]

okayyy so you do not like pjo but... any other greek adaptions are you into chunk? xena is actually good and toxic yuri.. think u would like it :33

JYX!! I LOVE TOXIC YURI!! SOIJD

Is this the toxic Yuri btw they're both so fucking hot I'm tweaking out.. Okay okay I see you LMFAO. I will give Xena a watch perhaps, will update you!! TY FOR THE REC!

And for Greek Mythology inspired media I like not many. Class of The Titans & Assassins Creed: Odyssey are pretty solid unique and accurate so I liked those! I have played Hades & read Lore Olympus but conflicted about Hades, and I really hate LO. Also honourable not-accurate but I still love media is Wonder Woman comics, guilty pleasure!

[spacerose747]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Uhhh

Okay here we go my moment lol

Rule #34 (Fish in a Bird Cage)

Call me (Blondie)

Too Sweet (Hozier)

Sure know something (KISS)

Meeting the master (Greta Van Fleet)

[madamdionysia]

AAAHHHHHHH TY

It’s like you ripped this directly from my heart. The softness? The Taylor mention? I’m in TEARS.

This is so so soft 😭❤️🥰

♥︎ The Way I Am ♥︎

♥︎ Pairing ♥︎ fiance!seonghwa x gn!makeup artist!reader

♥︎ Genre ♥︎ fluff/angst

♥︎ Summary ♥︎ Your fiance's been successfully keeping his love of makeup hidden from you. That is until you come home early from a trip and find him using your things. Your reaction is (of course ♥︎) the exact opposite of what he feared.

♥︎ Word Count ♥︎ 1.6kish

♥︎ Warnings ♥︎ Hwa does express his worries about being vulnerable with his identity so if that's sensitive to you that's super important to note. Other than that, nothing. Just fluff and reassurance ♥︎

♥︎ A/N ♥︎ I hope that if you're reading this and you feel nervous about expressing your gender identity out of fear that people won't accept you, you know that you're totally worthy of love and acceptance no matter what. Love you ♥︎

"'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise and you take me the way I am" - Ingrid Michaelson (The Way I Am)

Seonghwa hopes that you don’t notice. A few drops of foundation here. A swipe or two of eyeliner there. Maybe some lipstick or blush if he’s feeling adventurous. He wishes he had the courage to ask you to do this for him. You’re the most talented makeup artist he’s ever met. Watching you work is like art. How wonderful it’d be to bare the most vulnerable part of himself to you. To be your lover and your canvas. But every time he tries to open up the fear creeps in and the words won’t come out.

So this is the way it is—the way it’ll always have to be. Your wedding’s less than a month away and the thought that he might lose you makes his soul ache. He can’t risk losing you. He won’t risk losing you. 

Tonight he’s raided your makeup supplies for everything necessary to create the soft, romantic look of his dreams. With the warm air of a summer night blowing through the bedroom window and Spotify’s best Taylor Swift mix blasting in his over-ear headphones, the vibe couldn't be more perfect.

He’s been like this for at least an hour, seated at your vanity trying to get his foundation to match. You have every shade imaginable but none are what he wants. And mixing them? Well—

“Fuck” Seonghwa huffs, staring at his reflection, frustration and two pale layers of foundation painted all over his face. He scans the meticulously organized desk for the makeup wipes and gets to work cleaning it off. It takes everything in him not to throw something but he manages to suppress his violent urges long enough to pick up a brush again.

Thank god he has all night to do this. You won’t be home from your trip until tomorrow afternoon. By then he’ll have put everything back in its place and you’ll never know a thing. At least that’s the way things were meant to go but the unexpected glimmer of your reflection lingering by the bedroom door destroys that in an instant.

You thought it’d be sweet to surprise Seonghwa by coming home early. The event you were hired for had been canceled and you always missed each other so much. You figured it only made sense to come back home. You even stopped at his favorite takeout spot on the way from the airport to pick up dinner.

No one’s ever come close to treating you with as much love and care as Seonghwa has. Everything he does makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Just glancing down at the sparkly ring on your finger is enough to make your face light up. Any chance you have to make him feel the same way isn’t one you’re willing to pass up.

But, for the first time since you met, his face doesn’t light up at the sight of you. It darkens as if the world has ended and you can’t help but feel like you’re the one who ended it. 

“Hwa—” you sigh softly, approaching the vanity where he sits nearly catatonic. Tears collect in the corner of his deep brown eyes, his fingers beginning to shake around the makeup brush. “It’s okay” you promise, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Seonghwa pulls away from you, tearing the headphones off of his head. His dark hair hangs in his face giving him a safe place to hide from the disappointment he knows is waiting for him if he dares meet your gaze.

Only there isn’t any...

This isn’t what you expected to come home to but it’s far from a surprise for you. One of the things you always loved about Seonghwa was how comfortable he seemed to be in his own skin. While other guys saw every little thing as a threat to their masculinity, he treated femininity as something beautiful. You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve wanted to do his makeup. Those eyes. Those lips. That killer bone structure. He’s perfect for that kind of thing. You wish now more than ever that you’d said something.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t—I’m just—I’m so sorry” he mumbles, choking back tears. You outstretch your arms to wrap him in a hug but he slips away again, rushing to the closet to grab his gym bag. “Hwa, what are you doing? Can you stop for a second? Please?” you beg, following him around the room as he blindly tosses things into the bag.

You’ve never felt more invisible. Your words fall on deaf ears and each time you reach out to touch him he recoils. Seonghwa grabs his phone from the dresser, snatching free of the grip you have on the sleeve of his shirt. This is his worst nightmare. In the blink of an eye he lost everything, he’s convinced of that. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do. All he can think to do is run. 

“You can’t do this!” you shout, trailing him down the hallway, “You have to talk to me!”

Seonghwa breathes in, beyond pissed off at the few tears that manage to escape. “I have to leave. I have to—to protect you.”

Hearing the pain in his voice, you nearly trip on your luggage to throw yourself in front of the door. “Is it to protect me? Or to protect yourself?”

That stops him in his tracks, his foot already halfway into a pair of sneakers. Who’s he running away for really? It’s a question that only makes the pounding in his head worse. He knows that you love him. You tell him every morning, even when you’re apart, how special he is to you. You’re begging him to stay but he can’t. He can’t. Why can’t he?

“Move please” he asks, his hand tight around the doorknob. 

You fold your arms across your chest, back pressed to the door, “No.” 

“Move…please” his voice is deeper this time, the request sounding more like a demand. 

Slipping your hands beneath the curtain of jade hair, you rest them on cheeks that burn hot enough to heat your palms. Your fingers are stained with tears and what makeup remains on his cheeks. “I love you so much” you whisper, refusing to let him get away this time, “I need you to look at me.”

You hold your breath in the silence that follows, exhaling only when his mascara smeared eyes meet yours. “I. Love. You. So. Much” you say but slower this time, putting emphasis on every word. Your heart breaks for him, for how terrified you can tell he’s been of this happening.

You raise one of your hands to show him the makeup covering it. “I don’t care about this, Hwa. I care about you.” The faint smile on your face speaks of comfort, a truly safe place for him to be if he wants it. His hand falls away from the doorknob as he lets the gym bag hit the floor with a thud.

“I would’ve told you before but I…” he pauses to summon the courage to go on, “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore.” You let out a sigh of relief at the sensation of his arms easing around your waist. He holds you so tightly that you’d swear you were the one trying to run away. 

“Oh, my love. I wish you could meet yourself so you’d know how amazing you are” you sniffle, only now noticing the trickling of your own tears. “I want to be with you—all of you—whatever that looks like.”

Seonghwa uses his hands to wipe away your tears, leaving them tinted in the light makeup you threw on before your flight. “And see, we’re twins now” you giggle, desperate to lighten the mood. Seonghwa stares at you longingly, the light gradually reigniting behind his eyes. “I love you too” he smiles, his lips brushing yours, “So much.”

He kisses you in the most innocent way and it’s like your first kiss all over again. Packed with nerves and excitement that melt away the longer you linger here. It’ll take some time to fade—the fear of being vulnerable—but it will fade and you’ll be there for it all. 

“Will you help me fix it?” he asks, nervously fidgeting with the waist of your paints, “You don’t have to but I have a picture on my phone and—” You cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything more, “Of course I’ll help you. Shower first though?” Seonghwa suddenly becomes hyper aware of the slight mess on his hands—in his hair—on both of your clothes. “I’d really like that.” 

Kissing him on the forehead, you push his hair back to get a good look at him, “We’re doing dreamy summer vibes? Something soft?” 

“How’d you know that?”

“I don’t know” you shrug, “Maybe I’m just that good. You were also going super hard on the Taylor Swift so I kinda assumed. Just blasting. I didn’t know it was that real for you.” 

“Shut up” he laughs, squeezing you so tight you can’t breathe. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry!” you giggle, trying to get away. But he won’t let you. Instead he lays his head on your shoulder, willing to tolerate being a total mess for a bit longer if it means holding you. The way that things have been...it doesn’t have to be like that now.

And it never will be again.