So are we all going to ignore that Adrien is in Marinette’s room at night while she’s sleeping???

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

men really are fully clothed head to toe but are still so slutty

Sketch commission for @e350tb of Steven and Connie in tux!

I got so much creative freedom. So I made edgy. >:3

I have class in six hours and yet here I am scrolling through the ofmd spoilers tag losing my goddamn mind

hot autistic fangirl shit

JUST OPENED A TUMBLR IN ANOTHER TAB AND GOT HIT WITH THE TWITTERFICATION LAYOUT. ID DODGED IT FOR SO LONG. OH GOD. I CAN NEVER LEAVE THIS TAB

New stills from upcoming eps source:

My babička had my family deliver me a gift from her (they were visiting her on the weekend and I had to stay home to study) and I LOVE IT!! SO MUCH!!!

The clothes are so comfy I could sleep in them

Have a slumber, even

I can't help but marvel, the buttons are beautiful and the embrodery is amazing,, It's simple but so nice <3

No I dont have any obsessions on which my mental health is reliant upon *side eyes all the hungarian and czech clothes I've (forcefully/j) inherited from my grandparents*

*evil cackle*

Infection

Fever, infection, bandage changing, delirium, semiconsciousness, pain medication and dog mention

[Follows Burning Up]

David was dimly aware he had been drugged. His mind couldn’t quite pin down why, but he knew there were pain meds involved. The burning ache in his leg was growing brighter as the minutes (hours? days?) ticked by, the drugs degrading and the pain getting worse.

Except now his brain was to addled with confusion and fever to rationalize why.

He was lying on something soft, something familiar. Something in the air itself was nostalgic. Seeing his little brother look down at him cemented the realization.

He was dreaming. It must have been a bad dream too if his leg still hurt so badly. David couldn’t remember why it hurt. Had Jake hurt him?

His body felt too cold, his breath too hot. His chest ached with every gasp, tears burning across icy skin. He didn’t want to hurt again. He didn’t want Jake to see him hurt. He didn’t want Jake to hurt him. Please. Not this. Not you too.

—

“I think he has a fever.” Jake replaced the damp washcloth over his brother’s forehead, dinner forgotten in spite of the smells wafting from the kitchen.

“They said he probably would.” Mr. Pinkerton took the old washcloth, warm in his hands from the heat it had soaked away from David’s trembling form. “Your mom pitched a fit about not taking him to the hospital but…”

“Yeah.” Jake breathed, not taking his eyes off the rapid shallow rise and fall of his brother’s ribs. His parents had filled in the details. Harrison and Sarah. Former spies. Assassins. Friends of his brother.

His gut twisted at the vague nostalgia of the scene, his brother sleeping fitfully on the couch while their mother made dinner. The smell of alcohol was sharper now, disinfectant tinged with blood as his father changed the bandage around his brother’s leg.

Jake tried to not look at the wound, the sight of the bloodied bandages alone were enough to make him nauseous.

“Definitely infected.” His father sighed, wrapping up the soiled bandages with latex gloves hands.

“You said Harrison called a doctor?”

“His brother-in-law, yes. They’re driving down from the Tetons though so…probably won’t get here ‘til tonight.” His father shrugged, muttering as he left the room to dispose of the medical supplies. “Wish they’d hurry up and get here already.”

It had already been a day, and David was only growing less lucid. The dog whined softly, nudging Jake’s arm and receiving a scratch behind his ears for the welcome distraction. Jake had read the dog’s vest a dozen times, and it still managed to tug a smile to his lips. Of course his brother would name his dog Meowth.

“…pl’ease…” Jake’s eyes snapped to his brother’s trembling lips, slurred and half silent words rolling off hot breath. “…mn - don’t…h…hurt…”

“I know it hurts.” Jake swallowed, voice so soft it hurt to speak. “You’re sick. But you’re going to be okay.”

David only whimpered in reply, shivering under the thick blankets.

[Before Abandoned]

(Part of my Freelancers: Post-Retirement series)

thinking about all the slivers of truth within fen'harel mythology – how the stories HAD to have grown from something – and then inevitably circling back to him "rocking back and forth hugging himself with glee" after sealing away the evanuris and creating the veil. and yknow what i think that DID happen actually. except i dont think he was laughing i think he was crying

keeping myself busy by posting wip screenshots

<3

1 and 2 for the writing ask game!

1- what is the dumbest possible version of the next sentence you need to write?

Now that Heaven was, for all intents and purposes, ghosting Aziraphale, he had no idea what he was going to do going forward.

what is the dumbest possible description of the scene you are trying to work on?

crowley and aziraphale stand in the bookshop and stare at each other blankly as they realize that they seem to be free (or at least, that heaven/hell have discreetly fired them, so discreetly in fact that they literally just stopped all communication with them) (and also crowley might get evicted soon)

man i’m kinda exhausted tbh. maybe. maybe. i sleep

also fun fact i think it is hilarious that. w/o context. i will say i screamed this birthday more than any other bday b4