…i laughed too hard

the name’s hwa.

yee-hwa.

i need some good news

its me. im the girl

Jason Todd rugby player AU…

No one questions his physical build anymore. They just assume he worked for it as he played and improved his skills.

Bumps and bruises gained as Red Hood are easily explained away with a word: “Rugby.”

Plus, the girl cheering him on during every game makes sure he survives his nightly duties and knows he has someone on his team, no matter what uniform he wears.

i love him but shoes on the bed is LUDICROUS

f/o imagine for people with rude ass f/o's

imagine your son of a bitch f/o barged into your room and took up all the space on your bed because you're not using it right now, imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes or maybe they did because they do have a lick of respect but imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes and proceeded to sleep so soundly and shamelessly afterwards. now imagine smacking them (not too hard dont actually hurt them) for that disgraceful display of ignorance and then joining them on the bed anyways.

your f/o is wonderful arent they. they're the best.

he’s so snuggly omg

ow my hearteu.

teehee

talking to my mutuals? no thanks i'll just boop them until they hate me

boop

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

wife.

Sleeveless+short hair Olivia Benson in S2E8 “Taken”

olivia benson in season 1 (1999)

🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

so… im alive.

how yall been?

rb to make tea for the person u reblogged this from

hello beloveds ☺️

I CRAVE him daily atp

i need someone to tell me that i’m not insane for watching now you see me and suddenly wanting mark ruffalo (carnally)

i may be failing my english literature class but my god am i great at making reference to religion.

(i was traumatised severely by church and religion)

THIS IS SO REAL

I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.

Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?

Where is my motivation to keep going?

It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.

It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.