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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont
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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
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part 1 of regency era!ghost x reader
noodled from this.
warnings: angst, forced/arranged marriage, emotional neglect, Simon being an absolute dick.
you weren't an idiot. you knew better than to expect love from an arranged marriage. if watching your parents' has taught you anything, it's to not have such high hopes for something so impossible to achieve.
but at the very least, you hoped for some level of cooperation. a hint of companionship. a friendship, perhaps.
your husband has been so cold from the very beginning. he met you the day of the wedding. you both said your vows, kissed and briefly danced for the court to witness. after that, there was a few moments of the consummation of the marriage and you were sent on your way after that was over with.
it was difficult to adjust to his indifference, despite what you've been told. you thought that you would be the exception to it, that you would be treated with a hint of warmth, considering that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.
but there was no such warmth nor care spared for you. you even doubt it was spared for his mistress too, but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself in his bed, which did break your heart even more. the thought of his infidelity did hurt, but it was to be expected. he is a king, after all. kings to whatever they want. and whatever needs you can't meet, he's surely finding them elsewhere.
yet you still tried. you tried your best to be a good queen, a good wife. despite what you've been told about his first love, about the woman he lost to another man, you attempted to be something he can look forward to at the end of the day.
you wore dresses that were in his favourite colour. sprayed all sorts of perfumes to make sure you smelled nice for him. kept your hair prim and proper so he might notice. wore jewellery that you thought he might find pretty on your skin.
left flowers in his study to brighten his day. sometimes sunflowers, sometimes roses, sometimes daisies. it was trial and constant error, just hoping that he might tell you his favourite ones so you can stick to those, but he never did.
the only reason you stopped doing so was because one of the maids heard him muttering complaints about how the flowers clutter his desk. alright. no flowers then. man needs to work hard and he needs all the space he can get.
but you were determined to brighten his study. so you painted the sunset for him. painted the sunrise, painted the night sky, painted the moon and stars for him, but he never even took the time to even look at one of those paintings. the canvases were left in the corner of the room and thrown away, per his request.
you even put all your violin lessons to use in trying to impress him, but it was all in vain.
read all his favourite books to try and open a fruitful conversation about them, only for him to shut you down when he lashes out and tells you "you will never be her".
a moment of silence passes as the tears we'll in your eyes before he commands you to leave the room because he can "barely hear his own thoughts with all that chattering".
yes, that one did sting. your shoulders dropped and your cheerful expression broke ever so slightly before you hid it with neutrality. you bowed and walked away, as per his demand request.
that was what stopped you from trying. if he found your presence that much of a hinderance to his peace, then you guess there's no point in trying to be friends with him at all.
from there on, you spoke less. in his presence and the presence of others. being a burden to anyone never sat right with you and his words aggriviated that train of thought, so you just tried not to ramble, tried not to fidget too much under the gaze of the lords and ladies and even the servants. kept your thoughts to yourself and only applied what was necessary and what was required of you. kept a blank stare at the ceiling and numbed your mind while you both performed in your monthly mandatory marital duties, waiting for him to jerk his hips and fill your womb with his spend then you'd be on your way.
at some point, you'd even given up those visits under the guise of faint illnesses and you hadn't heard a single word about it from the king. you figured it was because he most likely relished your absence, or didn't notice it at all.
either way, you were tired.
exhausted of giving one hundred percent of yourself and getting less than half in return. you've had to endure it with your parents, with your siblings and now your husband. if you could not be first or even second or third choice in anyone's heart, then you'd rather not be a choice at all.
unbeknownst to you, the moment you pulled away was when he started to notice you.
unbeknownst to you, Simon had gotten so used to your presence outside of his bed chambers that he felt somewhat pinched by the lack of it.
his desk didn't have a new boquet of flowers sitting in their vase anymore. the air lacked a particular sweetness in your absence. something about your scent and the sound of your voice telling him about the little details of your paintings that just... soothed the voices in his head.
Simon didn't want to admit that he found you charming. it felt like he was betraying the woman he loved. the woman who sailed out of the country once she'd gotten married and wished him well in life.
but the fact of the matter is that you were a stark reminder that even a king has responsibilities. you were the reason why he couldn't even have his freedom. yet somehow, after many moons, his freedom started to take shape in the form of your smile.
so much so that he tried to seek it out. eight months after he'd yelled at you and took a knife to you heart.
only to be met with a startled expression and a tense posture one breakfast morning.
he remembers the painful silence of that day in the gardens. the brief glance you cast to your handmaiden as if to say "what the fuck is he doing here???" not to mention the little shrug from your handmaiden telling you that she has absolutely no idea and she's just as shocked as you are before setting your wide eyes on him, a half-chewed biscuit stuck between your delicate fingers. the pure terror in your eyes because this has never happened before and you're unprepared for such an unprecedented event.
this being him coming to see you in the morning. or ever. this being him sitting down with you for breakfast before the painstaking day begins.
he wasn't prepared for the way your fear and confusion twisted something in his chest. even more so when he realized how quiet you suddenly were around him. never speaking more than ten words. never looking directly at his eyes anymore. sitting so stiffly in your chair with your hands on your lap that he couldn't reach out to attempt to comfort you.
you were polite to him, however. he thinks that might be the worst part. if you'd been angry or upset, he might have felt more comfortable to offer apologies and promises of reparation, but he's not sure how to proceed when he's faced with a wall of quiet fear.
he's not deterred, though. he's done being an ass to you and he should start making amends.
[part 2]
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DAILY THEMES POST
ITS THE WEEKEND OF 4/20 AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!
YUP, ITS TIME FOR JUST LEAVE A COMMENT FEST!!!
CURL UP WITH THE SUBSTANCE OF YOUR CHOICE THIS WEEKEND, RELAX INTO AN ADIRONDACK CHAIR IN THE YARD OR IN THE PARK, OPEN UP SOME FICS ON AO3 AND JUST LEAVE A COMMENT
THE 19TH - JUST RELAX MAN, FIND THOSE UNFINISHED WIPS AND COMMENT ON EVERY CHAPTER! TAKE YOUR TIME WITH IT, SAVOR EACH AND EVERY WORD THE AUTHOR WROTE AND TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU APPRECIATE THEIR HARD WORK AND JUST LEAVE A COMMENT!!!
THE 20TH - WE ARE HYPER FOCUSING TODAY FRIENDO WE ARE IN THE ZONE WE ARE SINGLING OUT THE MODERN AUS IN OUR FANDOM AND WE ARE LEAVING THOSE COMMENTS!!!
THE 21ST - PASS THE FICCY ON THE LEFT HAND SIDE BRO!!! DON'T BOGART THAT FIC MY FRIEND!! COMMENT ON ANY FIC OF YOUR CHOOSING AND REC THAT FIC TO A FRIEND OR A MUTUAL! COMMENT ON ALL THE FICS YOU ARE RECOMMENDED AND KEEP THE CHAIN GOING!
AND OF COURSE, THE 22ND IS FOR POSTING YOUR COMMENT TOTALS FROM THE REST OF THE FEST!!!!
WE WILL HAVE A GOOGLE FORM TO INPUT YOUR TOTALS IN AND SEE HOW MANY COMMENTS WERE LEFT ACROSS THE WHOLE FEST!!!
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Hey everyone!!! I’ve been in nursing school, cosmo school, work, and the gym!! But tomorrow I should be able to release two to three works as per my old routine
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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PRICE LMFAOOOO
okay character Headcanonns to practice character development! here we go!!
Johnny- obvi a brat. 100% the guard dog to the guard dog and will not hesistate to lose his shit. Sunshine personality with a touch of unhinged.
I wish i knew more about Gaz, but I dont so I have to start from scratch with him, so any and all suggestions help!A charmer, the butter before the meal, swave. emotionally in-tune. just has deadly and possessive. silently lethal. different type of "leash"
Ghost- head guard dog on a leash. most emotionally spiky, prickly. lots of violence and anger, mostly accidental tho. abrasive but deeply loving and caring. is always watching, (whether you know it or not) not always as a bad thing.
John Price snaps something in my brain bc who's mans is that?? he's my mans 🤤
🗣 WHOO LET HIM OUT THA HOUSE LIKE THAT
Anyway, that tis all
ta ta ✨️🧚🏾♀️
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I really appreciate inputs like this!!! And I haven’t posted about these things, but I thought It needed to be said in case my mutuals are doing this.
The mature decision, like celestial said, is to block them. Please do not harass people on my behalf!!!!
I don’t talk about what happened much, but as a trafficking victim you guys seriously need to fucking stop using human trafficking in your Cod fanfics. The shit us victims can’t mentally recover from. It’s not romantic, it’s evil, vile, and absolutely painstakingly perverted to find TRAUMA attractive. It is no longer a topic of having creative freedom (I CANT BELIEVE YOU ALL ARE USING THAT AS DEFENSE💀), it’s nasty.
You should be fucking ASHAMED of yourselves. I hope you look in the mirror and realize you’re supporting SLAVERY. EVEN IF ITS FICTION/WRITING, YOU ARE SUPPORTING SLAVERY.
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
UR SO SWEET
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THANK YOU STEVIEEEEE
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moots? take my flowers!
🌺🌸🌼🌹🌷💐🍄🌻🪻🍄
AWWWW THANK YOU MWAH
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What I’m saying is Darkfic writers are fine. FANTASIZING ABOUT PEDOPHILIA OR SA IS NOT.
I don’t talk about what happened much, but as a trafficking victim you guys seriously need to fucking stop using human trafficking in your Cod fanfics. The shit us victims can’t mentally recover from. It’s not romantic, it’s evil, vile, and absolutely painstakingly perverted to find TRAUMA attractive. It is no longer a topic of having creative freedom (I CANT BELIEVE YOU ALL ARE USING THAT AS DEFENSE💀), it’s nasty.
You should be fucking ASHAMED of yourselves. I hope you look in the mirror and realize you’re supporting SLAVERY. EVEN IF ITS FICTION/WRITING, YOU ARE SUPPORTING SLAVERY.
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I don’t talk about what happened much, but as a trafficking victim you guys seriously need to fucking stop using human trafficking in your Cod fanfics. The shit us victims can’t mentally recover from. It’s not romantic, it’s evil, vile, and absolutely painstakingly perverted to find TRAUMA attractive. It is no longer a topic of having creative freedom (I CANT BELIEVE YOU ALL ARE USING THAT AS DEFENSE💀), it’s nasty.
You should be fucking ASHAMED of yourselves. I hope you look in the mirror and realize you’re supporting SLAVERY. EVEN IF ITS FICTION/WRITING, YOU ARE SUPPORTING SLAVERY.
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JOHNNY COME MARRY ME RIGHT NOW.
bruuurururururu I need some fluff from YOU bc my boyfriend just broke up with me and I'm so sad he literally broke up with me because I'm too much of a bimbo (the aesthetic) but honestly he can suck my clit but I'm still super sadd😞 n also i love your work stevie you honestly nake my day better liebling. Literally keep it up🤍
ah fuckin hell, bonnie 🥺 literally dropped all my wips and other reqs for ya, lass. your ex fella sounds like a right minging bobby !! ave some johnny x bimbo fluff on the house, bonnie girl, and may life give you lemons and masked men 😌🙏🏼 ily pretty and i hope i continue to make your days a wee bit better durin this dog shite time. don’t let any grubby munters make ya think differently :3
platonic johnny mactavish x bimbo!reader
you’d come to him with a right face on — pouty lips lathered in a peach glitter, drooped southbound for the damn winter. your mascara was leaving black smudges in its wake down your damp cheeks, liquid foundation running from the surface of your glassy skin. “johnnyyy.” you whined, plopping down beside him. “i feel blue.”
the scotsman knitted his brows, slinging a heavy arm around your narrow shoulders. a pink spaghetti strap had slipped down your arm, which he gently pulled back up. “who rained on my little ray of sunshine, then? look’t this gorgeous make up, all ruined. name the fucker, bonnie.”
you sniffled, wiping the highlighted tip of your button-nose on the back of your hand. “he left me, johnny. left me for good.”
ain’t a way in the murky depths.
so he’s making sure you’re comfy, even letting you claim his peanut m&m’s from the freezer!! and chucks you the remote to choose whatever show you want to watch. he sighs a little as soon as you select an episode of love island, claiming you needed to catch up on it since your ex refused to watch it. but of course johnny grins and bears it! being the good pal he is, and nothing less.
he settles beside you, dumping a pile of scran between your bodies and rearranges your pillows when your neck looks a little crooked. “need anythin else, lassie? anythin else attal?” he encourages you to lean into him, hooking you into his safety net with a warm, burly arm. “this is perfect.” you beam, resting your head on his chest. “i feel better already.”
your best friend smiles softly as you start to relax, thick fingers gentle combing your silky hair. your eyes flutter to a steady close when you feel his lips peck your forehead, the bristle of his stubble scratching your skin slightly. but you don’t mind. you hum when his hand rubs up and down your side, hugging you in a comforting embrace that you never want to leave. the snacks he provided you with hits the spot as you feast greedily, feeling starved from the recent heartache which slowly dissolves with each passing second spent with him.
“if you need somethin, just ask, a’right?” he nudges you gently, fingertips poking the inward dip of your waist. you nod, sinking deeper into his hold. “of course, johnny. you being here for me is more than enough.” you promise, nestling against his warm frame. “just… don’t leave me, like he did. please?” you turn your head to look up at him, tears welling at the thought. he frowns at that, as if you’d ever be afraid of something like that? only a fool would leave a woman like you. his point was clearly proven earlier today.
“me? leave you? oh, bonnie. you’re stuck with me forever, sorry to have to tell ya.” he chuckles, planting another kiss on your temple. “you and me, against the world and all the silly buggers in it. yeah? the two of us, forever, ya silly wee sod.”
and he swore on god’s green earth that no man would ever hurt you again. not on his fuckin nelly.
#lily'smooties<3#✎𓂃𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒#ᝰ 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑐𝑇𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠ℎ#johnny mactavish x female reader#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish x fem reader#johnny mactavish x f!reader#platonic johnny mactavish x reader#𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒’𝑠 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑥#soap call of duty#johnny mactavish cod#lilysfavs
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Guys, by telling people to off themselves in the comments for supporting Israel we are turning into the very false picture the Zionists are trying to paint. We are not violent.
Palestinians are not violent, yet they claim children are running around waving grenades in their hands and chanting against Israel.
Let us not become the evil they are fighting.
◾Most dystopian story of 2024 so far:
A US prisoner doing slave labour for 13 cents an hour donates his $17.74 paycheck to help Gaza while the government that uses him as slave labour sends billions to Israel.
#gaza#free gaza#gaza strip#palestine#gazagenocide#gaza news#gazaunderfire#gazaunderattack#free palestine#save gaza
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