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Late
Regulus walked through the front door, slipping off his shoes and placing them in the cubby beside James’. He made his way to the kitchen, where a plate of food sat under a stasis charm. He glanced over the oven to read the clock.
12:53
A pang of guilt settled in Regulus’ stomach. He had been working his way out of the hospital when a group of aurors were apparated into the emergency station. Regulus jumped in, helping where he could. He had spent hours testing for broken bones and concussions, helping run potions and relocate patients, unaware of the time passing. When things finally calmed down, Pandora shooed him out the building, assuring him they had it under control. In all the chaos he hadn’t thought to phone James; the poor man had probably been worried.
Regulus sighed and ate a bit of the food, knowing James would want him to eat after a long shift. He then headed to the bathroom and quickly showered, slowly beginning to feel the exhaustion of his day. Regulus then carefully slid into their bedroom, making his way to his wardrobe. He silently rummaged through the mess James called tidiness, pulling out an old pair of his husbands’ joggers that no longer fit the older man and a plain t-shirt. He quietly padded over to the bed, gently sitting on the edge while he pulled on his socks.
As subtly as he could, the younger man slid into bed and under the covers. Regulus thought he had successfully avoided waking his lover when a strong arm curled around his waist and pulled him closer. He felt a pair of soft lips press against the base of his neck and shivered lightly at the touch.
“I didn’t mean to wake you mon chéri. Go back to sleep love,” Regulus whispered, hoping the man was already fast asleep. He placed a hand on the arm circling his torso, idly tracing the tattoo he knew was there out of habit.
“s’okay. I missed you,” James mumbled in return.
“I missed you too darling. I’ll tell you all about what kept me away in the morning,” Regulus replied with a yawn.
James hummed in response, pulling Regulus closer and tangling their legs.
“I love you,” James cooed, and it took Regulus a moment to decipher what his sleepy husband had mumbled.
“I love you too mon chéri,” Regulus sighed contentedly, letting his exhaustion take over. The two men drifted off to sleep, a mess of tangled limbs.
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When Regulus began to stir the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the bed was empty and cold. He could hear the sizzling of a pan in the distance and the humming of his lover. The younger man smiled to himself, making his way out of bed and towards the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight before him.
James was facing the stove, slightly dancing while humming a tune Regulus couldn’t quite place. His hair was a mess like usual, and his black t-shirt was pulled tight against his skin. The older man had two plates set up, with pieces of toast and eggs already on them. Regulus smiled, making his way further into the kitchen, stopping behind his husband and snaking his arms around the man.
“Good morning my love” James beamed, and Regulus could picture the grin he knew appeared on his husband’s face.
“Bonjour mon amour” Regulus replied, his voice muffled in the back of James’ shirt.
The older man let out a soft chuckle, and quickly plated the rest of the food. He turned off the stove, and moved the hot pan to the back burners. Regulus reluctantly moved away from James, shuffling to a bench around the kitchen island. James gently placed their plates down on the counter and headed to the shouting tea kettle. He poured the boiling water into two mugs, throwing in tea bags and returning to the island. Regulus enjoyed watching James work around the kitchen. At first he didn’t understand why the other man did everything manually, but slowly became accustomed to it.
“So, what great adventure did you go on yesterday?” James inquired as he sat across from Regulus.
Regulus felt the pang of guilt rush up his throat but quickly dissipate when he saw James’ smile.
“I was heading home, I was basically out the door when a heap of aurors came in. They had a bad accident apparently, it took me a while to piece together what had happened. Something to do with a huge explosion of sorts, I’m sure we’ll see it on the news. I was helping test for broken bones and concussions, and helping the nurses distribute potions. Pandora eventually kicked me out, said it was getting late and I should go see my ‘lover boy.’” Regulus explained, smiling through the last few words.
He finally looked up, not realizing he had been talking with his hands and looking everywhere but his lover. The younger man was met with a dopey grin and a look of complete admiration. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, realizing his husband had been staring at him the whole time.
“I could listen to you talk all day y’know” James cooed, knowing it would only make the younger man blush even more.
Regulus took a bite of his toast to avoid answering. He attempted to hide his face with his hands, eliciting a chuckle from the other man.
“You’re so cute when your flustered”
“James I will literally stab you with a fork”
“That’s fine, as long as you promise to heal me after” the older man quipped with a wink.
Regulus responded by throwing a piece of toast at James, who simply ducked away and barked out a laugh.
Regulus was deeply in love with the other man. He loved these domestic interactions where they could just exist around each other, not fighting or simply tolerating one another. James taught him what real love was. He taught him how to exist in a healthy relationship. Regulus was infatuated with the other man, and his only hope was that the other man felt the same way.
James seemed to sense his lover’s shift in mood and reached a hand across the counter.
“I love you Regulus. I am in love with you my Darling. I’m glad you got to spend the night doing what you love, even if it meant you got home a bit late. All I care about is that you eventually do come home, as long as you’re happy,” he affirmed, squeezing the hand of his lover once he had accepted it.
“I love you too mon chéri. I’d give it all up for you if you asked. I love you more than my work” Regulus admitted, holding onto James’ hand like a lifeline.
“I know you would darling, but I don’t want that. I’m happy if you’re happy. Let’s go watch the news, yeah? See if we can figure out what happened last night.”
The pair finished their breakfast and grabbed their mugs, settling down in their living room. They spent the day curled into each other on the sofa, switching through channels every now and then but barely paying attention to what was on the screen. The two men were preoccupied with each other, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Thank you for reading!
#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus#james potter#james potter x regulus black#regulus black#regulus black x james potter#writing#fanfic#fanfiction#sunchaser#sunseeker#starchaser#starseeker#I’m falling in love with writing again#currently working on a multi chapter fan fiction but also love writing these little oneshots#mini fic#small fic#oneshot
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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, “comes back wrong” trope, implied fighting, angst
When Bakugou died, you’re not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldn’t find the energy to drown.
It’s why there’s a sudden uptick of energy when you’re promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what you’re about to witness. And you’re horrified, to say the least.
“This isn’t my husband.” Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband but—but his hair isn’t the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand but—but it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.
“Is that really my husband?” You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugou’s head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember but—they hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.
“I left you.” He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if it’ll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. He’s cold and his shoulders don’t hold the same mass and his back doesn’t carry the same scars. There’s one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think that’s where they slipped a new spine in.
“Welcome back home.” You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totally—Katsuki. He’s stiff and he doesn’t immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if you’ve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if he’ll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if he’ll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after he’s moved back. You don’t know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but this…man, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. It’s alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if he’s more robot than Frankenstein monster.
“Why did you come back to me like this?” You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that he’s sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, he’s never been so cold before, he’s never liked the cold.
“Is this considered cheating?” You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes too…un-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.
“I’ll come back to you right this time.” Bakugou promises to you when he’s strapped down to leave for the lab and before he’s sedated. But you don’t believe him—you never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything you’ve lost and something you will never truly get back.
#I was writing this and then checked my dash and saw another post about this#and felt so guilty and almost didn’t post it aidjdkfj#but I love this trope too much to delete it!!!!!#I’ve written about this in my published book before and it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written#there’s just such a deep heartache about having to grieve someone#and then the grieving process being interrupted by the one you lost#and battling with their death even though you still look at them everyday again#but it’s just not right?? it’s not the same??#they have the same face (kinda) but it’s truly not hem#not them* heck#it reminds me of a convo I had in a psych class about making a new cloned version of yourself#where the question was ‘is the clone/new version still you? or are they an entirely new person now?’#and at first I said they’re still me you know? they have my face n body n memories#but my prof told me no!! after they have been cloned they are sentient and are now their own person making new memories apart from you#and I thought that was soooo interesting and it makes me fall in love w this trope every time#you’re my person but only a version. you’re who I love but a newer person. you’re not them. you’re everything I’ve missed about them#so heartbreaking I LOVE ITTTT#sorry I’m rapping it’s the sleep meds kicking in#okay bai#bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫
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“I am so in love with you.”
The words rush out of him, all in one breath, and he can no more hold them back than he can stop a star from going supernova. Than he can stop the Earth from spinning. The sun from rising. His love for Lance has taken over slowly, pricking it’s way under his skin — much like the man himself, he thinks wryly — until it became all-encompassing, until it ran in tandem with the blood through his veins.
A flush lights up Lance’s face, and his expression goes mushy even as he tries to look scolding.
“I’m — I’m not even doing anything, Keith. Where did that come from?”
Keith shrugs helplessly, because the answer to that is that it doesn’t come from anywhere and Keith just loves him so much, all the time, but if he says that now Lance might explode.
“I dunno. Sometimes I look at you and I — I just have to say it. It’s everywhere, y’know? I love you so much I can’t think. You’re distracting.”
Lance is a little embarrassed, Keith knows he is. He gets overwhelmed easy. But his lips quirk up anyway, and his brown eyes soften. (Beautiful brown eyes, warm and kind and strong and God, the soul really is reflected in the eyes, and he thinks of Lance every time he sees the colour on the cover of a book or the endless height of the trees of the heady power of the earth or the heat of his coffee, Lance Lance Lance everywhere all the time.)
“I love you too, you know. You’re — you’re important to me, too.”
“I know.” Keith says it quietly. Quickly, matching the rapid beat of his heart: I-know, I-know, I-know. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.
Do you know, he whispers in his head, the lengths I would go for you? The mountains I would move? Do you know how I look at you and I see the future glimmering before us?
Lance had once looked at him, in front of their friends and family and an omnipresent sociopath, determined and nervous all the same and said with a steady voice I choose Keith. He’s the future. And Keith felt his heart pound in his fingertips and his toes and the very hairs in his head and he’d said with his whole body trembling I choose Lance because I followed him across the universe and I know everyone else will too.
It’s the most honest he’s ever been. The truest truth he’s ever spoken aloud. The biggest part of himself he’s every shared, terrified but determine to follow Lance’s example, to stand by him, because when Keith thinks of who he is he thinks he’s the person who will stand next to Lance, always, every time, until the end of the Earth and the universe and beyond.
Lance smiles at him, now, before glancing away, twinkling of the stars reflecting in the whites of his eyes, earrings shining gold to mirror the fire he coaxes to life between them. Keith clenches his fists in his lap and forces himself to be patient, to wait until Lance is ready. He can wait. He can wait as long as it takes.
He knows it won’t be long, anyway, although he would wait if it was. He would wait for Lance for the rest of their lives, sustained only by the quiet affection always bubbling between them. (Sometimes he thinks of how angry and miserable and hopeless he was, for so many years of his life, and imagines how he would tell that kid that he grows up to love so many people unconditionally and be loved unconditionally in return, and how one man will be the beat of his heart and the surge of life that runs through his body.)
“You make me excited to keep going,” Lance whispers, after what feels like years have passed, time stretched thin around them, and it sounds like a confession. “It’s, um. It’s been a long time since I was excited for my future. But I think of you and it’s — joyous, I guess. You made me feel joy again.”
Keith’s next inhale shudders, lungs trying to accommodate the sudden growth of his heart — I think of you and it’s joyous. You make me feel joy again — because he was right, before; it is a confession.
“Lance.”
Lance keeps his face trained on the dancing flames of the campfire he’s brought to life.
“Lance, look at me. Please.” He’s begging, he knows, but he can’t bring himself to care.
Lance, he thinks, can’t deny him anymore than Keith can deny Lance.
He knows he’s right when Lance swallows, waits a beat, and looks up at him.
“Yes?”
Keith doesn’t bother with words again. He’s said everything he needs to say. Instead he reaches over — slowly, so Lance can pull away if he’s not ready, but Keith feels the buzzing in the air and knows he is — and cups rough, calloused hands on either side of Lance’s face.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, thumbs stroking carefully over Lance’s cheekbones. Lance’s hands come up to rest on top of Keith’s long fingers wrapping carefully around his wrists.
“Please,” Lance says, and Keith doesn’t waste another second.
(He sighs, when their lips finally touch, because it feels like peace. Relief. Like the moment your sorrows melt away, like the moment you realize you’ve been holding your breath and you can let go, like the moment you’ve dreaded passes and you came out just fine, like the moment you realize everything is going to be okay. He taps his fingers where they rest on Lance’s temples, three times in succession over an over again: I-love-you I-love-you I-love-you.)
(Lance sighs, too, and squeezes his wrists gently, twice in a row, over an over again: I-know I-know I-know.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.)
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based on this art by @intrepid-class
#this art made me so emotional i had to write this immediately#u can tell i’m feeling weepy bc i added a million metaphors lol#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#first kiss#getting together#falling in love#soft klance#soft keith#soft lance#brown eyed lance#they’re so in love#so fucking in love#also i fixed the bob episode again#my writing#fic fragment#brown-eyed lance#fic
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just popping on to say hey hi hello, and that i miss all of you lovely sunflowers v much
#got diagnosed with pmdd ayooo I love having hormones#no no but I’m v grateful to have a diagnosis now cause falling apart once a month was eating me alive#if anyone reading my rambly tags ALSO has this - pls know my heart fully goes out to you#you are a brave soul just doing your best#I’ve never experienced such intense sadness so I’m giving you the biggest hugs#but on a positive note I’m writing again#and cannot WAIT to go gush over all the lovely comments y’all have left on ao3#seriously this community is full of precious little pebbles and I appreciate all of the kindnes so so much#okay I’m done bein gross i swearrrrr#back to the doods 😎🤙
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I cracked and dusted off my swan prince AU. I’m def gonna attempt to clear up the first two/three chapters and force myself to write and finish it after so many years.
#soriku#The first few chapters centered around Sora and Riku growing up and falling in love while Kairi and Aqua are off doing their own thing#and also falling in love#oooh I unearthed some stuff and I’m so excited again#I might have to write up an outline of characters and their relations cause I forgot some stuff cause it’s been 4/5 years since I first#started writing this fic but the idea had haunted me … I must write it
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Special Announcement❤️
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for supporting me and enjoying my work. It had been so long since I wrote fan fiction that I was very surprised by the positive reception I got.
November is my birthday month and as a thank you to everyone who supported me, I will be uploading 4 items this month! This means that there will be 1 update each week, I cannot give a specific day sadly.
Since Thanksgiving and family gatherings are coming up, I know that AO3 and fanfiction become a safe haven for many. I hope my work may warm your heart and soothe your soul during this month.
If you have any types of fics you’d like to see, please feel free to message me or comment on the post. They can either be ideas, themes, or just requesting a continuation of a current fic (completed or incomplete). Any requests I do not take for November will be considered for December. I will also be answering asks at a quicker rate.
This is my gift as thanks for everyone’s support!
#yanqing’s happy family au#honkai star rail#announcement#thank you so much for enjoying my work#this is also my own defiance against capitalism and my workplace demanding I do more than what I’m paid for#all of your kind comments made me fall in love with writing and creating again
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ok ok so you know how my life has majorly revolved around my pain since july & how that has been extremely difficult :) well lately I find myself getting up later than I want to & making my bed as badly as I possibly can & getting out of the house after noon when I planned to get out in the morning & walking to the library when it’s sunny & sitting there for hours & the whole time I’m most concerned with writing & that it’s incredible what I’m doing, it’s a little paradise
#you know how I hoped September would be kind to me well it delivered#I actually didn’t realize how mentally poorly I was doing until I got out of it !#like oooooof it’s like a chronic pain veil#& to be very honest it’s because I’m physically better so I cannot blame myself and I don’t lol bc there will be a time when that happens#<< again#I mean better loosely I just mean I haven’t had 8/10 pain every day for weeks LOLLL#but it’s really quiet and beautiful & im grateful !!! like yay I can still create !#I’m not thinking abt my pain 95% of the day now it’s probably about 40%? 50? so a lot but I’m literally not every single thought LOL#sometimes it’s even like 20! not even cuz anything is getting better bc it’s not but I will take it even if idk why!!!#(& by nothing is getting better I mean meaningfully better but I have been blessed with some good days lately which I had none#of all summer)#I say this bc every day I wake up and immediately think OH GOD MY PAIN which is so valid bc it’s awful in the morning getting up is like#falling into a black hole Lol but also while that thought is still there I also thought#wow I’m so excited to write today I’m so excited to see what Jeremiah does#HE IS THE NARRATOR OF HEALING#also like SOOO PRIVILEGED to be able to do this like I also wanted to say that!#anyway update for u since I know I have shared the Despair but none of the beauty yet lol#lots of love chronic illness/pain bbs <3
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as usual i am up late into the night planning my future when i should be: getting a good nights sleep so that i even have a future!!
#i have work in seven and a half hours. so i should really be getting to bed#BUT i officially made my final definitive degree plan!!!! i mean not the actual classes but all the requirements i have to meet and how!!#(in order to earn: history and information science double major. with certificates in material culture and classics)#and i’m genuinely excited for every single class i have to take except for human-computer interaction#just cause i know it’s gonna get overly technical in ways that won’t quite apply to my future#anyway every single other thing i’m gonna do is very cool and exciting. so everything is good really#but i should be sleeping. and i’m not. as usual 🤧#idk wish me luck!!!! i’m so hyped about my degree plan though#i’ll go into more detail another time. i’m very excited#ANYWAY goodnight!!!! can’t be so busy planning my future in library science that i DONT GO TO MY SHELVING JOB#kind of important to actually go to work for the library that employs me….#and then i might go see a first-printing roget’s thesaurus!!!! or i’ll sleep. we’ll see#followed by lunch with GUY WHO IS THE WORST KILL HIM WITH HAMMERS#(there is nothing really wrong with me he just keeps kind of being mean to me and also expecting me to fall in love with him. but like#extremely passively and not manipulatively it’s just like. hey buddy you’re doing this friendship wrong….)#anyway then i have a class and after that i have an hour to rest. and then a phone call and then a lot of homework#(ten page paper draft due in a week and a half!! so it’s time to start writing the actual body of it)#and then i sleep for a LONG time and then work again on saturday. and then sleepover with somebody i have a crush on??#and then be normal all day on sunday and do a little more paper writing. and programming homework. and whatever else#and then keep up with the slog for three weeks!!!! and all of a sudden it’s summer!!!!#projects left this year: material culture paper (entirely unstarted. but may research the thesaurus and just win!!!!)#history project (draft due the monday after next and real paper due a week after classes end)#one more programming assignment where i adapt my recipe doubler project (probably. it’s getting stupid at this point but it’s what i got!!)#and a programming test in two weeks and then the final a week after that. then no more programming#and then i just have my weekly latin tests and a latin final on may 5th. and then EVERYTHING IS DONE#ok i got this. sorry for walking through my schedule in the tags it’s how i remember what’s real#can’t believe my fucking partner just kind of walked out on me there hello???? like. we should be powering through finals together#but i’m genuinely better off without him so i guess it’s just whatever. trash took itself out or something??#anyway. i’m so regular. and i have work in the morning. and i’m going to sleep#thank you world. goodnight
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When I’m reading a byler fic that’s set years after they defeated Vecna and they try to convince me Mike and El are still together and happier than ever
#stranger things#byler#byler fic#this isn’t slander!!!#i still read byler fics with prompts like this#and I eat them up bc the angst is truly unmatched#and don’t get me wrong I don’t want all fics to be the exact same#I’m not anti au either!!#but it just feels so weird having mike and el still be happily dating years after the events of s4#and then presumably whatever happened in s5#what happened??#and then I have to read to find out#I think I mostly just dislike when they write mike as being super believably in love with el#while also being totally oblivious to his feelings for will#again I’m still eating it up especially when it all starts falling apart and reality kicks in#but it srs requires some imagination bc it’s a little too ooc based on that premise alone#don’t take this as hate pls I’m still reading fics like this until the very end bc I NEED to see it through regarless#and keep writing fics like this if it’s your jam#ignore me! and my bitter rambles!
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Me in the middle of trying to get my rl stuff together, but also some writing and suddenly hit with the thought that labyrinth is such a CoAi song. Idk why this just got to me so bad cause I’m not even writing the midnights album right now. But I just got the song in my head and all of a sudden I’m like this is so them
Update: I’m trying to be productive. Please just let me be productive so I don’t have to be upset anymore. I’ve calmed down a lot, and I’m trying not to let it consume me. And it really didn’t help that my teams lost today. So please just let me be productive. Let me finish this next chapter of Devour or maybe even finish IWICL
Update 2: I already shortened the sports AU I wrote for this month but Omm it really needs to be a whole thing and I just read something that makes it even better. Was anyone gonna tell me Mahomes is the team’s backup punter? Cause listen this is excellent on so many levels! And especially for this verse!
#cynful babbles#I’m so incredibly busy this month and it’s exciting but also making me anxious#I don’t like to get my hopes too high for fear of the fall but I also know I shouldn’t be so negative *sigh#and there’s also fun stuff to look forward too and celebrating the successes of my friends!#I’m just overthinking too much again but I don’t have time for this!#anyways yeah the chorus was specifically what got me as it was playing in my head#the whole uh oh I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it back around#I really need to write the album fic too but I’m trying to finish some WIPs first *sigh#the anxiety was a sign and I knew it but I hoped it would just go away#it’s a vicious cycle and I want out but it’s far too difficult to cut off all ties even though it would make everything better
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Peters a freelance photographer and MJ just moved back and is modeling to make some extra cash (rents expensive). Peter really planned to never see MJ again, and even did his best to not form relationships past friendship. Too bad for Peter though, once running into MJ again, she will (and does) figure him out.
#Spider-Man#spiderman#michelle jones#michelle jones watson#peter parker#mcu#petermj#spideychelle#Peter will fall in love all over again bc MJ just got better with their time apart#and MJ will still fall in love with Peter bc he’s a kind boy#if I could write it would be a long fic that’s well paced with tension#a nice sprinkle of smut#little to no angst#and would have a HAPPY ending bc I’m not a sad person
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guys red alert i think i’m falling *IN LOVE* in love with another girl
i’m zoning out in the line for the waffle maker thinking about her absolutely unprompted
#& writing a. writing an. writ. writing a lllll. writing a. a. writing a l*ve poem again. send help.#yes this is the one from my shakespeare class that asked me out in a dream & has a boyfriend. help.#i’m just forever cursed to fall in love in english classes 😔#grace being stupid#text post#personal#ren dont look
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#i went thru like my entire google drive folder for fic stuff#last night and read/skimmed all of it lmao 😭#there’s some unposted stuff that i kinda want to post except like idk LOL#like i probably wouldn’t do anything else w it so i could just post it for shits and giggles#i haven’t written anything in so long ;-;#i don’t love my writing tbh but it was fun c:#would be fun to do again#bro how was i so motivated to write during remote college freshman yr lol 🤪#literally got on campus and couldn’t write shit anymore lmao#not even in the summer#well actually i think i did write a little#but was struggling lmao and then gave up 🤩#anyway lol#i’m gonna look for some more jason g/race fanfic even tho i’ve like exhausted all the tags i wanted to look thru c:#i want more hoo tartarus AUs that involve jason falling#bc i’m insane#maybe i reread the j/asico one that is INCREDIBLE#anyway c:#jeanne talks#i’ve been on tumblr so fucking much today like i haven’t done anything lol 😭#my entire dash is hung/er games and p/jo lol it’s kinda fun#i like Barely don’t go there for both but i’m too unbothered to filter anything :P#i rly do just be talking idk what the point of this is lol
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oh i love waitress so much
#there is just nothing like it#it’s like the seventeen of musicals for me#in the way that i could not have listened to it (or watched a slime tutorial 👀) in a while#but it will always feel like an old friend#waitress was far from the first musical i ever loved#but it’s the one that made me fall in love with theatre#as a lyricist who writes songs for theatre i have a lot to thank waitress for#in about 1.5 weeks i’m seeing the proshot with my mom and i am so excited#i saw waitress 5 years ago next month so to get to see it with my mom again is so exciting#and i get a proper goodbye this time#both times waitress closed i cried to the entire cast recording#(which if you’ve never heard it before has a number of songs that most people wouldn’t cry at & that i usually don’t)#but i just love waitress that much#i will probably cry again while watching it bc i know that this is the last time i’ll get to see this story that means so much to me#(at least for a while)#but regardless#im still so excited and thankful for this opportunity#not kpop#theatre 🎭#love & pie : the musical 🥧🩷🩵
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i found lots of symone pics as i searched for gettyimages gigi so !! here is a delivery of gettyimages symone straight to your door :)
This is so huge for me wowie wow wow what a day what a celebration!
Her face? Her legs? Her understanding of her body??? She’s everything to me and I never even expected to care about her when I started the season 😭
#I appreciate this so much#you single-handedly are saving my Covid experience#I watched all of s13 last night while fighting off an almost 103 degree fever just because symone was the only thing I could think about#that might pull me out of a panic#tmi but alas#she’s just so good#and so pretty#I remember when I started s13 I was like okay I know that symone wins so I’m gonna root for someone who isn’t symone bc she’s too obvious#and then like. two episodes in I went. damn. symone really is the only option actually. she’s SO good#symone my beloved I will write you into a story one day I promise#symone#ask#asks#thecollectionsof#house of Avalon#also I’m so glad that my best friend has good taste in drag queens like I knew I picked good friends when she gushed with me about symone#among all my other favorite queens of course#she knew I would never speak to her again if she didn’t fall in love with jaida#and she actually liked Anetra before I did isn’t that crazy#anyways tag rambles over I love u and ur asks
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I’m so sad about devotion again it’s so good. I’m gonna cry. I can’t handle straight up horror because like, I guess many of them give the vibe of being mean-spirited? Maybe that’s not the right word for it, and also I admit that since I don’t really go for horror it’s not my place to say “this is definitively an aspect.” I think I’m mainly thinking about horror video games too. I think horror as a genre is like. Something built to be, in a sense, “hostile” to the audience. It’s trying to scare you, it wants to inspire dread, here’s a health bar, you are powerless, there’s the enemy better watch out. Devotion isn’t hostile to you, the player, it’s more hostile to the character, his troubles and family life, you’re more along as a witness. And even then, it’s not quite so hostile, despite everything, there is love, and oh my god I’m crying, I made myself cry Goddammit
#malky plays games#(I guess it might as well go in this tag)#I’m gonna talk about things mroe spoilery here I think#like. the moments of beauty is just filled with so much love#the only thing that can actually kill you#is itself someone who transforms into another person also wracked with grief#by the situation that this family falls to#the real horror comes from the understanding of what happens#the real horror is the cult that preys upon this family’s life#and mainly the dad’s life#what makes you helpless is that you can only watch#you aren’t helpless because you’re weak and the Creatures can harm you#you are helpless because you cannot change anything#you are helpless because you are only a witness to the horrors#and despite everything there is still the love.#the devotion behind every action.#why did I write this out in the tags again I’m about to cry again#devotion
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