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Wooooooooo (passes out on the floor) I hope everyone is ready for Ryulock week bc I have a whole bunch of textposts prepared
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Hi!! I really love ur leon fics and i was wondering if you could write a leon x poetic reader fic? Like Reader always writes in her book and leon always wonders what shes always scribbling about so then this one day he caught her writing in her book again and kinda snatches it off her bc hes so curious then finds out that shes been writing poems about leon? AAAHG Please I love poems and Leon so much
Thank you so much💕💕
Authors Note: This was a dream to write, thank you so much for requesting it. When writing this I pictured re2 and re4 Leon and a reader that you watch grow together over time. I would also like to apologize if the formatting is wonky, I didn't write this directly on Tumblr sooo...I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Brief mentions of sex, a lil angst
September 13,
i’ve never seen eyes as blue as his.
i would never need a blue sky
If i was with him.
“Leon…” Shaking this beautiful stranger's hand for a heartbeat too long was never your intention but here you are.
Clearing his throat you finally let go letting out a nervous laugh as you step back. His voice was smooth as the words he spoke rolled off his tongue. “I’m really sorry about spilling your coffee. Let me make it up to you.”
You could barely hear him above the heartbeat in your ears as he spoke up again. “How about another coffee? You free Sunday?”
It took you a second to process his words “Uh- yea, yea Sunday works.” Stuttering was not how you wanted to respond.
A faint blush crossed over your face as he smiled back. “Great, Let’s meet down at the cafe at 9?” His statement was more of a question: a confirmation.
“Okay, 9 works great.”
“Great.”
“Great.” Leon chuckled and walked off as you awkwardly waved him goodbye.
Turning back you smacked your head a few times calling yourself stupid. “Great? Who the fuck says that.” Letting out a sigh you walked back to your small apartment.
September 17,
The bitter liquid seemed…
Sweet; with him across from me.
He would soon turn into my coffee.
Sweet, Addictive, caffeine.
He’s like caffeine.
Pure gold.
“So what are you studying?” Leon stirred the second scoop of sugar into his coffee before taking a sip and giving a slight nod in approval.
You made sure to take note of that before answering. “English Lit, with a business minor. What about you?” You ask as you take a sip of your own bittersweet drink.
Placing his mug down he shakes his head a little. “College is not my strong suit, I’m actually in the police academy.” He says with a prideful smile.
September 20,
His smile.
His smile makes me want to fall.
Fall like the shooting stars that scatter.
Down
Down
Down.
Soon to make someones wish come true.
The ding of your phone brought you out of your reality of dragons and war. Sighing you placed your bookmark between the pages to see who texted you. Looking at the notification made you smile.
Leon: I had a great time on Sunday, we should do that again sometime. :)
You: We should, I owe you a coffee now since you paid.
Leon: I can’t let a beautiful girl like you pay for an insanely overpriced latte.
You: Quite the gentlemen you are.
Leon: It’s what I do best.
October 12,
Whoever said falling in love in October was a fever dream was right.
I was falling
And fast.
With my eyes closed tight
Heart firmly grasped I awaited.
Awaited that fall.
Awaited for the loud shatter
Broken bones and dried tears.
Stars scattered the night sky as soft music played through Leon’s Jeep speakers. His arm wrapped around your sent shock waves through your body as he rubbed his thumb back and forth. Your head laid over his beating heart as you guys lay in the back of his car, star gazing.
“That there,” He pointed to a cluster of stars. “Is the Cassiopeia constellations.” Leon’s heartbeat was steady as his voice reverberated through his chest.
“It’s also called the ‘W’ constellation because well, it’s shaped like a ‘W’.” He let out a small laugh before he continued. “She was friends with Aphrodite and was the goddess of Fantasy and of seas. She was a queen, a very confident one at that. She would go on and on about how her daughter Andromeda was more beautiful than the sea nymphs known as Nereids.”
His soft voice eased into your body putting you at ease as he went on. “Poseidon, the Greek God of the sea wasn’t very happy.”
“Aren’t sea nymphs bad though?” Your question caught Leon off guard. He wasn’t expecting you to be listening to his rambles.
“They are vengeful creatures. After Cassiopeia claimed her daughter's beauty was unmatched they felt insulted; hurt. So in return, they became vain creatures.” You hummed in understanding.
“Eventually, they went ravaging her kingdom, soon sending her to the stars.”
October 18,
It was once believed that Zeus,
King of Gods
Had split us, Humans, in half.
Cursing us with a life full of journeys to find our other half.
And I think I just found mine.
Leon’s hand smoothed over your leg as you sat in the back of his Jeep once again. Sitting in the trunk Leon sat at the edge swinging a leg outside of the car while you sat across from him, stretched out. The faint sounds of crickets talking filled the silence.
“Look,” Pointing at the sky you let out a big smile. “A shooting star.” Leon followed where you pointed in awe.
Looking back at him you felt all giddy. “What did you wish for?” Leon slowly brought his attention back to you.
His blue eyes shimmered in the midnight sky, the stars reflections looking right back at you. Letting a boyish smile through a faint blush painted his cheeks.
“You.”
October 28,
Who knew lips as soft as his could send fire to your bones.
With one kiss he melted me.
He had brought those bright stars to me
And made my wish come true
As i fell.
White knuckles gripped the bed sheets above you as hot breath fanned over your face.
“You’re doing so good baby.” His words were soft, cushioning the pain you felt.
Eyes squeezed shut a single tear ran down the side of your face. Trying his best to comfort you Leon opened your hands to hold them through it all, giving it three squeezes.
I love you. Opening you’re eyes you’re met with Leon looking back down at you with a smile. “There you are.”
Leaning down he placed his soft lips against yours, bringing you down from the stars.
May 5th
Nothing hurts more then watching you leave.
Leave the small apartment.
Leave the small city.
Leave the state.
Leave my life.
Leave my touch.
Leave my embrace.
“No Leon!” You threw your hands in the air. “How can I be happy and proud of you when you are leaving.” Tears brimmed your eyes and the world became blurry.
Leon stood up and hugged your for what would seem to be the last time in a long time. Kissing the crown of your head he rubbed your back as he mumbled. “I’ll come back. You know home is with you.”
September 26,
Home was…
Different.
He was different.
Broken, tired, scared, hopeless.
He was
gone.
“Come on Love, you have to eat.” Walking in the dark room, all you could make out was an outline of Leon’s limp body.
He’s been in this depressive hole every since he came back from Raccoon City and survived the incident. There was nothing more that Leon wanted to do then stay in bed with you, holding you. He was tired, so so tired.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed you rubbed his leg through the comforter hoping to bring any sort of relief to the hell he’s lived thorough; even if it was small. You frowned at his lack of response.
All you wanted was Leon back.
December 22,
He wasn’t coming back.
Not his old self at least.
I’m slowly watching him fade away.
Slipping through the cracks.
The only part that keeps him here is the metal wrapped around my finger.
“You’re home?” Quickly you closed your tattered-up leather notebook and stood up.
“Yea…I’m home.” Leon said suspiciously as you walked up to him and hugged him.
Leon hesitianly hugged you back before his voice vibrated between your bodies. “What’s in that notebook? I always see you with it.”
Eyes wide you pull back from the hug. “Nothing of importance.” You laughed nervously.
“Seriously love, it seems important. You keep that thing with you at all times, always writing in it.” He walked over to where you threw the book on the coffee table. “Ever since college.” He leaned down slightly to pick it up.
Rushing over to him you tried to grab the notebook but it was too late.
December 24,
I am yours,
The way the sea,
Belongs to the moon
Belongs to the sky.
I love you.
There is no limit to what I can give you.
Even when this world is long forgotten,
A whisper of dust between stars.
I will love you.
˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊
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Hey so I am starting to get into Jupiter Ascending fandom (a couple years late but what can I say). I was thinking of writing a fic. Do you have any resources for JA extra information?
Thanks in advance. Also I am loving your fic (it's how I started getting into the fandom lololol). can't wait to reread!!!
HOOOOOOO BOY!!!!
I'm paging @bemusedlybespectacled, @gallifreyburning, @vr-trakowski, @sorrelchestnut, @florentinequill, @fuckyeahjupiterascending, @vrabia, and honestly ANYONE ELSE who wants to chime in here, bc HOOOOOOO BOY!
(I made that sweet puppy in fucking 2015 on my dying laptop in the travel study dorm in DC, JUPITER ASCENDING HOW I LOVE THEE)
The eternal fucking tragedy of Jupiter Ascending is that the wider world doesn't love it like we do. Does it have every single thing that turns my crank, id-wise? Sure! Does it have gorgeous over-the-top sequined costumes and extravagant set pieces that remind you at every minute that this movie specially thanked Swarovski Crystal in the credits? Sure! Does it have theeeee single most pinpoint reading of MY PERSONAL FEMALE GAZE that Channing Tatum has ever done? (sorry mister Magic Mike, but you do not even come CLOSE to "may I kill him?" in terms of sexy) SURE! Was this movie a commercial or critical success? Absolutely not 😔
There isn't, as far as I'm aware, an art book. There isn't an official novelization. There isn't even an actual script posted to the usual internet databases that isn't just an automatic shitty talk-to-text rendition of the movie dialogue. There are concept art paintings and old cast interviews floating around, and this auction website where the Wachowskis auctioned off some of the props from the movie, but as far as canon resources and extra material beyond the movie itself there isn't much. A quick duckduckgo search would probably be more helpful to you than anything else, if any of the websites still have the articles up - it WAS eight years ago, and doesn't that just break my fucking heart.
My corner of tumblr LOVED this movie. In 2015, there were TONS of posts gathering interviews, posting concept art, making cosplays, all the signs of a small but healthy fandom ecosystem. However, we call this the blue hellsite for a reason - not all of those resources are still there, and the ones that survived time and incompetent archival site coding are probably difficult to find. I would definitely recommend trawling the JA tags of all the blogs I tagged at the start of this post, as JA introduced me to two of my longest and most beloved of all mutuals. ALL of their insights were key to A Fine Chain.
There is also my own jupiter ascending tag and my more specific jupiter ascending meta tag, although I don't know how bored you are lol. The general JA tag is 105 pages - I would almost recommend just starting at page 105 and working forward from there since it chronicles my descent into kinky space angel werewolf brain rot pretty nicely. There are also my ao3 bookmarks for JA.
I WILL SAY that it has been 8 years, and I have changed into a very different person than the one I was when I first saw this movie. I don't REGRET the first few chapters of A Fine Chain, or any of my breathless meta posts, but I do think that if I were to write any of them over again, I'd hope that my writing style has matured and I'd have lots more extra material to draw from. Actually graduating from law school, writing long fic in another fandom, and generally percolating more as a person has given me lots of new perspectives on JA that make it more interesting even as I still enjoy it (for example, HBO's Succession is ODDLY RELEVANT and I wish there were more JA fanwriters to take advantage of that fact).
...I hope that was helpful? I will ETERNALLY mourn the fact that this fandom wasn't isn't bigger - we haven't even broken 1k on ao3! But EYE MYSELF am here to discuss JA stuff as long as this weird spurt of creative energy sustains me, and my inbox is always open!
#jupiter ascending#fandom#my posts#jupiter ascending meta#if NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU MY GLITTERY SPACE EXTRAVAGANZA I WILL LOVE YOU#was it perfect? no. was it a bit of a hot mess at times? yes. BUT DO I LOVE IT? HELL YEAH#long post
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okay, gonna infodump about The Wiggles again for a second sorry this is so very long. (also sorry about the links not being clickable. I hope you can copy-paste them as tumblr didn't like linking them but I've also given you the title of each video if you want to look it up yourself. Also I hope they aren't region-locked.)
this is my fave song that I grew up with of theirs that I can so imagine Bojan singing to kids and also the music vid reminds me of Umazane Misli only cause they're like dancing in a studio and look like idiots which is great. This is one of their first songs/ music vids so they don't have their uniforms yet (they all get a specific colour that they wear and are identified with which really helps kids to go "I like the blue wiggle" or "I like the red wiggle").
(video title: Get Ready To Wiggle - Original Music Video, 1991 - The Wiggles)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JItfH1PZAs
For the audience participation idea you mentioned like UM karaoke, The Wiggles actually did do this!! one of the members (named Jeff) had it as a character thing he was always sleepy/tired so he would 'fall asleep' during their shows and they would have to get all the kids to scream "Wake up Jeff!" to wake him up. They did it cause Jeff was I think the shyest out of them and they wanted to give him a way to interact with the kids more. Here's this interview where he talks about it a bit and the band in general that's just really good/sweet and shows the band more and Jeff specifically.
(video title: Why purple Wiggle Jeff Fatt handed over the reins | Throwback)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJNWA_aBVHY
this is their most iconic song called Fruit Salad which like everyone knows at least some of and you have to watch to get the idea of their music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYYGD56CxTw
and just as another thing of how iconic they are one of our big radio stations here is called Tripple J and they have a thing called Like a Version where people come and do live covers of songs. They have some really big and famous musicians do it and the covers are often really good.
Anyway The Wiggles have changed and added members a few times by now but they did have at least 3 og members (plus some new peeps) do a cover of a Tame Impala song and they incorporated Fruit Salad into the song which was just so iconic of them
(video title: The Wiggles cover Tame Impala 'Elephant' for Like A Version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a13WnqsRc5g
(that radio station also has a song contest thing called The Hottest 100 every year where everyone votes for their fave song. I believe that cover did really really well, like it either won or was in the top 10)
there's so much info about them if you're interested but something I think is really cute is they're called The Wiggles because "that's how children dance".
anyway their wikipedia page is good if you wanna read about their history and stuff in more detail. I think it's interesting.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wiggles
anyway sorry for the super long post/rant/thing about something very random but they're a really important group here and they mean so much to me and many others and the idea of Bojan in your fic just fits so well with them. once again sorry for the wall of text/infodump but I hope you find it interesting maybe!
(also I love your fic a lot and daycare dad Bojan has wormed his way into my heart which is why I got so excited to talk about The Wiggles)
omg i loooove this little-not-so-little infodump <3333 i dont really have anything clever to add bc im with company so my thoughts keep getting interrupted by someone talking to me but OFC i know fruit salad and also that audience participation thing sounds so funny and cute fr 🥺🥺💖
i kinda fucked myself over with making bojan work in daycare in this fic bc now i cant stop thinking about himmmm goddd. maybe i DO have to write a short bonus scene of the band performing for the kids. or something. anything. i need more bojan with kids 😩💖💖💖💖
#inbox#hazzybat#sorry for the late reply but a friend has come home over easter two days ago and hes living with us rn and we're just#talking and talking and talking and hanging out and its FUN but also i have a dead limit on conversation per day so my texting and replying#to people has been cut a liiiiittle short#my writing as well but thats fine bc now i have a little extra time to write the next chapter so thats 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Two sets of baby blues
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Rating: G
Warning/s: childbirth
Summary: giving birth to your first daughter with henry
Word count: ~2.1k
A/n: it’s 2 am ...... did so much research i could probably be an ob/gyn now. i just really hope it doesn’t sound too methodological/technical and that you guys like it! Officially devoid of emotions bc i RAN OUT after this hahahaha! likes and comments are always appreciated, because right now Tumblr is my only source of validation lol. Sending all my love to you guys <3
Taglist: @harrysthiccthighss @littlesidewriter @kandomeresbitch @harlotforhenry @cristinagronk16 @henrythickcavill @thereisa8ella @lareinedususpense
photos below found on (you guessed it!) Pinterest.
Feeling a mild popping sensation along with a brief trickle of liquid down your legs, you woke up startled, your hands clutching your 39-week belly instinctively as you sat up. You felt your eyes widen as you looked down at your comforter-covered legs, and hastily pulled it back.
“Did I just pee myself again?” You muttered to yourself. Kal, who was sleeping in the space between yours and Henry’s legs, looked up at you with his head tilted to the side. You twisted so you could turn on the lamp on the side table to see clearer. You breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t look or even smell like pee. I didn’t pee myself! Yay!
Wait a minute... if this isn’t pee... then...
You gasped loudly, startling Kal. The bear was now more alert, his ears moving at every sound you make. “It’s okay, bear. Just your baby sister announcing her arrival.” You tried to console him, knowing that he was worried about you.
With one hand on your belly and the other reaching out to touch Henry’s bicep, you shook his body and hoped to God that that was enough to wake him up. Nope. No response. Just a single “hmm?” and he went back off to dreamland.
Checking your phone, you huffed when it said that it was only 11:43 in the evening. Which meant that you were only asleep for about thirty minutes when your baby woke you up because she suddenly decided that she wanted to come out.
You breathed deeply and looked at Henry, seeing his perfect face sleeping with a little smile on his face—which was the reason why you were in this position anyway—and gripped his bicep tightly in surprise when the first wave of a painful contraction hit you. You could feel your fingernails slightly digging into his skin when his eyes suddenly opened and he grabbed your hand. He sat up, winced, and said to you, “What is it? Are you okay? Is it the baby?”
You closed your eyes and just breathed. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. This mantra (which you already learned from a yoga class waaay back even before you were pregnant) was repeatedly going through your head as you opened your eyes and calmly stated, “My water broke.”
There was a pause wherein you could kind of see the cogs turning in his head as he processed what you just said to him. It was a really comical moment when his eyes widened slowly and his jaw dropped, blinking away the sleepiness and realizing what this meant. He ran a hand through his hair, obviously starting to get stressed out. “Uhh,” he dumbly croaked as he looked at your face, then your belly, then back to your face again.
You started laughing at the look on his face despite the discomfort but that turned into a groan once the pain intensified. “Ohhhh god. The fuck did I get myself into?” You whimpered as you doubled over, clutching your belly with two hands.
You looked over at Henry, who was still staring at you with a dumbfounded look on his face and panted, “Babe... get the hospital bag ready and maybe call the doctor?”
You felt his body jerk a little bit and immediately, the man sprung into action and stood up, Kal following his lead. “Right. Right, the hospital bag.” He briskly walked to the left, then to the right, then back at you. “It’s in the closet.” You mumbled, answering his unspoken question. “Closet, yep.” He grunted and quickly walked over to the closet.
If you weren’t too busy concentrating on your breathing, you would’ve found it funny that he didn’t know where the hospital bag was especially because he was the one who packed it and put it in the closet for you a few weeks ago. You just laid out the things on the bed, and when you came out from the bathroom after your 200th pee that day, he was sitting there folding the tiny baby clothes and was packing them into the bag gently.
Let’s just say that you were an emotional, blubbery mess who cried at everything, especially when you thought that you were so blessed to have this man as your baby daddy. And okaaaay fine, seeing his enormous frame carefully and meticulously smoothing over the teeny newborn clothes was a bit overwhelming for you. If you weren’t pregnant, you DEFINITELY would’ve been after seeing that.
He came out, the bag slung on his shoulder while he was trying to put on a plain white shirt at the same time. Which was (obviously) an impossible feat to achieve, so he settled for letting the shirt hang around his neck temporarily while he put down the bag on the bed and handed you a pair of panties, a pad, and a t-shirt dress to change into.
Walking down the stairs with Kal following behind once the both of you were ready, Henry was panting loudly in your ear, trying to mimic the way you were breathing. He was trying to apply the relaxation techniques you both learned at Lamaze classes and you couldn’t help but be amused by his apparent nervousness.
“Hen, honey, you need to calm down.” You quietly advised and sat down on the couch, Kal immediately jumping up beside you and laying his head on your lap, trying to provide you some comfort.
“Okay, don’t panic! Stay. Calm.” He fretted, running around like a headless chicken with his phone to his ear. You stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed and an incredulous look on your face, briefly forgetting that you were the one in pain and the one pushing out a human from your body.
“Ohhhhhh my fucking...” You whined when the same wave of pain washed over you, squeezing your eyes shut and stroking Kal’s fur, hoping that that would aid in releasing endorphins that could help you deal with this hell. Henry looked at you, removing his phone for a second from his ear, glancing at the screen to check the time. “I think that was around fifteen minutes apart?” Henry said back into the phone, his other hand placed on his hip.
He nodded as he ended the call, taking a deep breath. And with that he said, “alright, love. So we don’t need to go to the hospital yet. We’ll wait for a little bit and leave when your contractions are five minutes apart.”
You nodded as he walked towards the couch, sitting beside you and snapped his fingers at Kal, pointing to the floor. “Kal, down.” The bear wasn’t happy with it, but complied anyway after a huff and settled on the ground, his head resting on his paws.
You shifted and changed your position on the couch, now with your back to Henry’s front and his legs on both sides of your body. His hands went to the lower part of your belly, stroking softly. The two of you breathing in sync with your hands over his as he pressed his lips to your temple.
Thankfully, the Lamaze relaxation techniques also worked on him as he was calmer now and less tense. Honestly, right now he probably needed it more than you did.
“Hi, my little princess.” Henry cooed, feeling the baby become quite active when she heard his voice. Rolling your eyes lovingly with a smile, you could already tell that she would definitely be a daddy’s girl. “We can’t wait to finally meet you,” he continued, looking over your shoulder and down at your belly. “If you get here faster, I’ll buy you a pony.” He whispered conspiratorially as you looked back at him with your mouth wide open, scoffing, “no you’re not!”
All he did was smirk back at you and laugh when he felt the baby move even more. See? The two of them were already ganging up on you. They would be able to rule the world if they wanted to.
Many many hours later (you stopped counting when the pain felt like period cramps mixed with diarrhea but worse), you both managed to take Kal for a short and slow walk, replace the sheets, eat a light breakfast and watch two movies on Netflix. Both of you just talking quietly in between and occasionally answering messages from family and friends who repeatedly texted asking “is she here yet?”
But now you found yourself not being able to do anything at all. From here on, it was all just... pain. P A I N.
“Ohhhhh fuck me sideways!” You groaned as you leaned over the kitchen counter with your head resting on your forearms. Henry was beside you, rubbing your lower back soothingly as he jokingly said, “That’s what got us here in the first place!”
You sharply looked at him and glared, the goofy smile on his face slowly becoming more solemn when he checked the watch on his wrist. “It’s time, my love.”
Walking outside and making sure that Kal was secure inside the house, Henry opened the door in the back and placed the hospital bag on the seat. Afterwards, he jumped inside the driver’s side and turned on the car, proceeding to drive out of the parking spot in front of your house. Two minutes of silence in the car later, he glanced at the passenger side and pressed on the breaks. Wait.
Where the fuck were you?
Realizing that he forgot his wife, he quickly made a U-turn and drove back to your house. As soon as he came back, you were standing in front with your hands on your hips and the most deadpan expression you could muster. He held in his laugh, knowing that you would only get more annoyed if he let it out.
When he got out of the car, he hurried over to you and smiled saying, “love you.” You raised an eyebrow at him and pursed your lips saying, “really?” He just kissed your forehead in response and started guiding you to the car, his left hand on your lower back, the other holding your hand.
Around two hours later, you were laying down on the hospital bed, your legs wide open and about to deliver this baby. “Someone get this god damn baby OUT OF ME!” You growled and threw your head back, groaning because it felt like your uterus wanted to yeet out of your body.
You were clutching Henry’s hand for dear life, most definitely cutting off his circulation but he didn’t mind. You were making his dream of becoming a father come true. You had to deal with the horrors of childbirth, so this bone-crushing grip of yours? He could most definitely handle.
And FINALLY, after what felt like forever... but actually fifty three minutes later, a healthy 7.3-pound baby girl was placed in your arms after the doctors checked her, and you felt like nothing else in the world existed. “Oh my god,” you cried, tears of exhaustion, happiness and contentment were flowing down your face and an overwhelming abundance of love deep within your chest.
“I’m so proud of you,” you heard Henry choke out and you looked at him, seeing a few tears escape from his eyes too. Giggling quietly at how sappy you both were being, you pressed your lips to his for a soft kiss murmuring, “Love you so much.”
“Wanna hold him, daddy?” You whispered and he nodded slowly, staring at your daughter with pure adoration in his eyes and looking like he was in lost a trance.
You gently passed the baby to him, your heart melting when you saw the baby open her eyes, squinting because of the light. “Oh, my love. Hi there. You’re so beautiful, just like your mummy.” He grinned, tenderly swaying from side to side. From one set of blue eyes with a splash of brown in one to another set of just blue, the two most important people in your life bonded skin to skin for the very first time.
henrycavill A little princess decided to grace us with her presence a few days ago... so now I hear you wonder, “but who is this little princess you’re talking about?” Well... everybody say hello to our daughter with whom we are utterly enthralled with, Amélie Matilda. Even the bear, who at first was pondering whether or not she was a snack or a friend, is now very much captivated.
And to my wife, everyday throughout your pregnancy I was and still am in awe of you and your incredible strength. Today was proof that you are a legend even to absolute legends and a true superhero. Thank you, my love. I am the luckiest.
This is only the beginning 😁 So many adventures to come!!!
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(I'm hoping you have some encouragement also some advice) how do I do art if I'm bad at it?
I'm so sorry I'm answering this literally 3 months later but i havent had my laptop in 3 months and i can't write anything meaningful without it oops
but yes i do!
- who cares about ugly art!!! Have fun make a mess make the ugliest son of a gun under the blue sky! having fun and being goofy and letting loose is the only thing that matters!!! If you have ever in your life said “oh I can’t draw I would even mess up a stick figure” I’m begging you to shrug off the idea that creativity needs to be for a product or an outcome. The process!! The process is all that matters! Colors and shapes scratch a corner of your brain no matter if you’re making something you’ll bin after making or submit to a gallery truly and really when crpl-pnk said to sing off key and dance off beat and make ugly art and write shitty poetry like. Yeah. They were right. Make art for art’s sake! Create because humans were built to create! Go stack up some sticks or rocks no one cares
okay so you've got that and you wanna know how to get inspired i got u there too:
- I feel like the things I jump out of bed to do are usually things I just want to see made. as simple as that: I just want to see them.
- jump into exploring what’s interesting to you at the moment and let that lead you to the next thought/piece of research/next idea piece body of work etc
-I also do a lot of image research!! and that is my art practice some days, especially as a disabled artist that's all i can muster. and that's so valuable! i think just about as important as the making of the art. learning what you like/learning new things. my Pinterest is my safe space now omg but before that and still i just organize my posts on tumblr here. ( @recycledguts guts is my acct for reblogging art, @burningoftheheart is where I reblog poetry/text, and on this blog I tag #art and #mundane art) I explore new mediums new ideas and it sparks new ideas while compiling sources and references and inspirations.
(here's my pinterest btw i think it's stellar)
- let yourself fuck things up!!!! mistakes are wonderful because they teach you what needs to be fixed next time. i like to take photos of all the parts of my process even and especially the hideous parts and the sketches bc its so cool to see where an idea started and ended and all that happened on the way. I think showing the journey and finding the beauty in having that around opens you up to letting more loose
it took me forever to be okay with fucking up. I used to be 'bad' at having a sketchbook like I’d want to curate every page and have every page look like a finished piece but what I’ve found is much more meaningful to me is like. Taping in scraps that inspire me or things from my day like a scrapbook and writing whatever I want and sketching out any idea that comes to me and doodling as well as the finished pieces. A really good piece of advice is basically don’t erase. You’re not wasting your paper theres always more paper to be had just turn the page and start again. (i actually laerned to be okay with process and ugly sketchbook bc of drawingwiffwaffles on youtbe after i got over their username and actually started watching their videos lmao) Robin Sealark on youtube was also key in my art making journey.
also like. realizing that no one else needs to see anything you make if you don’t want them to. you don’t need things to be polished and curated. Just make it for you and if you want to share it you can but you don’t need to make just to share yk?
also, your art probably isn’t bad. you’re probably just being your own worst critic. maybe you haven’t found the medium/technique for you
okay I'm sorry that was so long and so belated but i hope this helps!
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check in tag 😌
tagged by the cutest babes @jaehyukkies @gimbapchefs @taesjpg @joenns @honsool @taehyungq @himbojin @jiminswn & @kimtaegis mwah! ✨✨
1. Why did you choose your url?
namjoon bought a duck mold, ventured out into a snowy day in winter, and gave me the greatest tweet i have ever seen
2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them
the day i gain the ability to wrangle more than one blog ill let yall know
3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?
*starts calculating time furiously and almost burns out her single braincell* ive been here since like freshman year high school.....so............2010? 2011? ive deleted and restarted like 3 times tho so.........also you can calculate my exact age now (as if I dont have my age on my carrd aiowgjiorajgo)
4. Do you have a queue tag?
no we dont tag we just chaos in this house *finger guns*
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
i took a break from tumblr and kpop and then decided I wanted to make a bts blog out of the blue
6. Why did you choose your icon?
i drew all these tiny snow ducks i might as well capitalize on them yknow? really embrace my duck persona (Kim Namjoon witness the person you have made me)
7. Why did you choose your header?
honestly my entire blog brand at this point can be narrowed down to the hour ish (probably) joon spent wrangling snow into duck molds, placing them together for the twt, and captioning them ducktan sonyeondan (im on the look out for new ideas im ready for a change lmk if you have ideas 🥰)
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
i think its this post?? of the babies on rollerblades from that one iconic dynamite stage. and on that note tumblr should be able to let me filter based on note count instead of forcing me to rely one my shoddy terrible no good math skills. asking me to compare numbers bigger than 0? despicable.
9. How many mutuals do you have?
absolutely no fucking clue 🥰🥰🥰 i do love them to the moon (Kim Seokjin) and back tho!!!!
10. How many followers do you have?
ngl its still wild for me that even one of yall follow me thank you 🥺🥺🥺 its a great honor that you have bestowed upon me
11. How many people do you follow?
303 bc I like it when numbers are palindromes and also bc im bad at checking new blogs
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
would like you to direct you to my #shirley you cant be serious.txt tag
13. How often do you use tumblr each day?
i try my best to “clean out” my blog (reply to my dms/askbbox, check out my mentions, scroll for new content i may have missed etc.) in the mornings and evenings when i have the time. ive been kinda bad at this lately bc its been hectic here in shirley headquarters but ill get to everyone soon I promise!! (this sounds like bad. its not!!! its just that leaving things stresses me out? like how i like replying to texts as soon as i see them or reply emails as fast as i can. ‘unresolved’ correspondence feels rude.)
14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?
no im the type to unfollow/block/ignore if someone did or said something i dont agree with without a word
15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
i get the need for those signal boost posts and promulgating important information but (and this is going to sound selfish) tumblr is my destress zone. i go here when the world is being overwhelming and terrible. i certainly read and educate myself as much as my mental health will let me, and i try my best to promote information and donate whenever i can, but i feel like social media has caused some people here to be too into canceling, managing, and being performative in their ‘wokeness.’ like you HAVE to have a blackout pic on instagram and you HAVE to reblog all these posts and you HAVE to immediately cancel everyone who has ever made a mistake EVER with no nuance or context (or dare i say......humanity). like fighting for human rights and speaking up again racism and bringing attention to societal problems is just a checklist to go down instead of being things you should understand and try to improve? like being ‘unproblematic’ starts and ends with mindlessly reblogging ‘woke’ content. idk sorry for going on a rant. going back to your regularly scheduled lighthearted content in 3...2...1
16. Do you like tag games?
ABSOLUTELY TAG ME IN EVERYTHING PLS AND THANK MWAH
17. Do you like ask games?
ofc!!! i used to do a lot of ask games back in the day but work and the pixel art ive been working on has been eating up all my extra time (and i always feel bad if I leave asks unanswered for too long see: q. 13) i do have that clover moots post saved for when my mental health is up and i have the time to tho!!!!
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
ngl the idea of being tumblr famous is hilarious to me bc it usually just the same 10 moots who share a braincell bouncing posts back and forth each other, but i do think all my moots are superstars that even class o super giants millions of millions of miles away are turning green w envy 🥰🥰🥰
19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?
i have a confession i have to make........i have a big phat standing crush on all my moots........its really embarassing............thats its bigger than even tae’s tush or joon’s tits..................pls let me down gently if you dont feel the same................
tagging: @cafejoon @stargazingjin @yoobijin @jinbestboy @jintae @jinv @taemaknae @butterful & anyone who wants to ✨✨
#fun fact! class o stars are the brightest stars in the universe and usually burn blue. BBUT in jpn and chn green and blue are the same#which is a big problem when describing color w my parents bc my def of colors is very different from both sets of parents#like I would say 'mom can I have that gray shirt? and she would be confused until I show her and she would go 'oh the blue one!'#or I tell me dad I wanted the pink mug and he would go 'nah bro thats not pink (粉红)thats peach red (桃红) and im like....but theyre the same#this gets even MORE confusing bc in old chinese and japanese the character for blue/green (青) is also used to refer to black#anyways long rant is that languages differentiate colors differently and the only reason we say rainbows have 7 colors#is bc 7 was thought to be a heavenly number (the greeks thought there were 7 bodies in the sky) which is also why a week is 7 days#and that languages develop names for black and white#then the warning colors of red and green#before moving on to the more nuanced colors#anyways tae I love you for your galaxy brain#bangtan has 7 members bc theyre all heavenly bodies#thats it thats where I wanted to go#is this what vsauce feels like#thank you for tagging me darlings!!!!!!#hash tag games
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Monoma x Tetsutetsu Bday One-shot
I missed his birthday! FUCK!!! Ok. Happy late birthday Monoma!
Also some line breaks are off bc Tumblr is being a shithead.
Also, Tetsutetsu is trans bc I headcanon him as that and is mid transition so...
I love this ship so fucking much and it’s great.
Warning for: A bunch of fluff! Little bit of angst Monoma, a mention of abuse,
Also, these two will be dating throughout High School and are now adults, takes place one year after graduation.
Alright let’s go!
Favorite Places
Tetsutetsu let out a sigh. He stared at his beautiful boyfriend lying on his chest. He held him tighter with a hum.
The two spent the night together in Neito’s apartment. The blond said he had been feeling lonelier than normal lately. So, of course Tetsutetsu had to come. It was the manliest thing to do!
The sun outside was beginning to peak its yellow face out from behind the blinds. Tetsutetsu grabbed his phone, he saw a text from Kendo.
Big Fist: Did you forget Monoma’s birthday?
Tetsutetsu felt a rush of panic. It completely slipped his mind! He didn’t even have a gift! Usually, Neito would love being spoiled and would remind him every year so Tetsutetsu could do it. Strangely, he didn’t this year.
Iron Hide: ...Maybe...
Big Fist: You did. Oh lord. Tetsu, you better find something to please him. You know how he gets.
Iron Hide: I know... I promise! I’ll make it the best ever.
Big Fist: You better. He’s a lil’ shit buts he’s out lil’ shit.
Big Fist: He’s been kinda off recently. Has he told you anything?
Iron Hide: No. He told me yesterday to come over. He’s been really distant lately.
Tetsutetsu heard Neito shift with a sigh. Tetsutetsu quickly texted Kendo goodbye before smiling down at the blond on top of him. Neito’s blue eyes fluttered open, being greeted to a toothy grin from a silver-haired iron shark.
“Morning, Neito!” Tetsutetsu greeted cheerily. Neito hummed in response, snuggling closer to Tetsutetsu’s face and kissing his cheek. Tetsutetsu felt his face warm up. He heard the blond chuckle.”Morning.” He smiled sleepily.
Tetsutetsu loved mornings like this. It was the one time Monoma was Neito, instead of just Monoma. He would smile easier and was so much more relaxed. And then they had to go out into public, and Monoma changed. His shell came back.
Now, Monoma had become less of an egotistical, slightly unhinged maniac. But, the facade of “I’m better than you” never truly dropped away fully unless Monoma was comfortable being Neito around you.
And Neito trusted no one more than iron boy. And Tetsutetsu knew that, and promised himself he would never betray it.
Tetsutetsu kissed Neito’s forehead with a smile.”I love you. So much.” He mumbled. Neito’s face went beat red at his words. He pouted.”Unfair...” He protested. Tetsutetsu giggled. He always did that whenever the silver-haired boy said those magic words.
Neito sighed contently.”I love you too.” Tetsutetsu beamed at him. He wrapped his arms around Neito’s smaller frame and cuddled him. Neito felt his face redden as he was buried deeper into his boyfriend’s chest.
Everything was quiet for a moment, Tetsutetsu softly stroking the blond’s soft hair and Neito refusing to show his face. Until, the blond’s hold on his boyfriend’s shirt tightened. Tetsutetsu’s gaze immediately shot to the blond in worry. “What’s wrong?” Tetsutetsu asked.
Neito mumbled something that was muffled by the shirt. Tetsutetsu repeated the question.”I said nothing!” He snapped.
Tetsutetsu went quiet. He looked at Neito with sad puppy-dog eyes.”I’m sorry... I’ve just been worried. You’ve been... off the past couple of days.”
Neito looked away from Tetsutetsu, biting his thumb. Something he usually did when he was overthinking. Tetsutetsu sat up and cradled Neito.”You’ve been weird the past couple of days, baby... It scares me when you don’t tell me what’s bother you. You know I’m always here for you and-“
Tears burst out of Neito eyes. Tetsutetsu instinctively burst forward and trapped Neito in a tight, protective hug.
Neito sobbed for what felt like forever. And all Tetsutetsu could do was rock back and forth gently and run his fingers through the blond’s hair comfortingly.
After a while, Neito’s shoulders stopped heaving and his breathing became steadier. A few tears still slipped down his face, but Tetsutetsu kissed them away.
Neito held onto Tetsutetsu tightly.”My dad...” Was all he mumbled out. Tetsutetsu felt a familiar spark of anger at the mention. He looked at Neito worriedly, inspecting him.”He didn’t lay a hand on you did he? What happened? Are you ok?” Tetsutetsu stopped at the last question. He clicked his tongue.”Well... obviously not. But that’s not the point!” Tetsutetsu grabbed Neito’s chin so he would look at him. The blond’s red, tear-stained face and puffy eyes made his chest ache. And his own dad did this. Though Tetsutetsu himself was all to familiar with parents like Monoma’s.
Neito shook his head. He wiped his eyes furiously. Tetsutetsu knew how much Monoma hated crying. He thought he looked ugly when he did.
Tetsutetsu moved the blond’s hands, taking them in his and rubbing his boyfriends palms with his thumbs. Neito didn’t look at him. He was quietly sobbing at this point. Tetsutetsu laid a kiss on Monoma’s lips.
“Hey. You’re with me today, ok? It’s just me and you. All day.” Tetsutetsu reassured, wrapping his arms gently around Neito in a hug. Neito gripped onto the silver-haired boy’s shirt as if Tetsutetsu would float away if he didn’t.
“So, what happened?” Tetsutetsu asked. Neito felt tears threaten to overflow again. Tetsutetsu rested a hand on his blond hair, shushing him quietly. Neito quieted down to a whimper. He refused to look at his boyfriend, burying his trash face in his shirt.
“My dad... he...” Neito trailed off, his voice went from a sob to pure rage.”When I told him I wouldn’t spend dinner with him for my birthday instead of you, he started yelling at me. Going on about how filthy I was for being a queer and how stupid I was for thinking I was with a man over a women.” His eyes darted to Tetsutetsu, full of desperation.”You are a man! You’re my prince! And I tried to tell him that you are a boy, no matter what a damn peace of paper says, and he kept going on and on about how stupid I was. And how you were fucking pathetic. I couldn’t take it anymore! I couldn’t deal with it.” Neito’s voice became like ice.”I don’t care anymore if he insults me or hits me. But if he brings you into it...” Neito gritted his teeth, looking down, gripping onto Tetsutetsu until his knuckles were white.”I get so mad... I get so fucking angry. And I couldn’t... I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I had to walk away. Like you guys always tell me to do. But he kept following me and insisting I was an issue, and calling you all this fucked up bullshit. The bastard... I tried defending you, Tetsu! I really did! But it was to much. He cut me... even when I tried to walk away. I tried to run. And I did... and I felt like such a fucking coward...” Neito trailed off, looking away in shame from his boyfriend.
“Neito...” Tetsutetsu pulled the smaller boy into a tight hug, catching the blond off guard.”Don’f listen to that bastard! You’re amazing! And beautiful! And incredible! And the fucking manliest man ever and I love you so much! I’m so sorry you’re dad doesn’t see that!” Tetsutetsu nuzzled into Neito’s neck. He heard Monoma let out a faint chuckle, he felt a hand on his silver hair. Neito sniffed.”Thank you, Tetsu.”
The silver-haired boy kissed Monoma’s forehead.”Of course!” Neito smiled softly to himself. Tetsutetsu chuckled, nuzzling Neito’s face with his own. Neito’s face was beet red.
Tetsutetsu chuckled, laying his forehead against the blond’s.”You’re so cute.” He mumbled. Neito ruffled Tetsutetsu’s hair.”I feel like you’re addressing the wrong person.” He replied smoothly. Tetsutetsu laughed, blushing.”Hey, Neito. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday today? You always do. You know how much of an airhead I am.” Tetsutetsu muttered.
Neito eyes widened.”Why? It’s my birthday? I completely forgot...” Neito breathed. Tetsutetsu eyes widened in alarm. He tackled Neito in a hug.”You forgot you’re own birthday... That’s how much this was bothering you, huh?” Neito nodded. Tetsutetsu kissed Monoma on the cheek.”Y’know, Imma spoil you today! Even more than I did last year! This is gonna be the best birthday ever for you!” He stated determinedly.
Neito looked at Tetsutetsu shyly with a small smile.”You better.” He mumbled. He kissed his cheek and wrapped his arms around Tetsutetsu’s neck.”Though I don’t know how you can top this.” Neito commented.
Tetsutetsu puffed out his chest.”I am gonna try. A man conquers any challenge full force!” He announced proudly. Neito ruffled his hair and kissed him.”Yeah... just don’t rush in head first this time.” He joked. Tetsutetsu hugged Neito tightly.”I thought you liked that about me...” he pouted. Neito sighed, rolling his eyes.”I do. But I also need to reign in your worst habits.”
Tetsutetsu narrowed his eyes at him. Neito booped his nose.”Come on. Get ready.” Neito walked out of the room, Tetsutetsu watching him go with a blush. Neito often wore booty shorts to bed and... well...
Neito leaned out of the door to see Tetsutetsu staring off into space. He sighed.”Lovely. You need to get ready and stop staring at my ass.” Neito left before his voice came out from the hall.”And remember to brush your hair.”
Tetsutetsu took a couple minutes to get ready. Throw on a binder, a baggy shirt, and sweats. And some basic hygiene. While Neito, took twenty minutes.
But, Tetsutetsu was a patient soul. And he knew Monoma liked putting on make-up in the morning. At least he didn’t take an hour like during pride.
Neito came out, hair done and face pretty. He wore a casual shirt with a black jacket and pants. Tetsutetsu felt himself blush. Frankly, Neito looked great in anything. And this was no exception.
“Alright, where too then? Since you’re spoiling me.” Neito asked innocently. Tetsutetsu thought for a moment. He would say the arcade, because then he could win Monoma a plushie. As it is a tradition for Tetsutetsu to get him one every once in a while. And by that, that means about every few months.
But he needed to go above and beyond. He hit his hand into his fist at an idea. He grabbed Neito by the hand and dragged him out of his apartment and down the road. Tetsutetsu was a hero. And his paycheck had come in for the month.
“W-where are we going?” Neito asked.”You’ll see!” Was all his boyfriend replied, smiling to himself.
Neito followed quietly when the two arrived at a fancy looking restaurant. It was a high tower, glass walls at the top of the building. Normally, you would have to book a reservation. But heroes had special access as long as they paid a little extra.
Neito looked at Tetsutetsu in surprise. Tetsutetsu was probably the polar opposite of Monoma when it came to what they prefer to dates. A date to Tetsutetsu was the gym or just cuddling at home watching a movie. To Neito, it was a fancy dinner and also cuddling at home.
So, for them to come to a place like this, took Neito off guard. Tetsutetsu seemed to realize something.”Oh... I nearly forgot.” He looked at Neito thoughtfully.”You want me to call Aoyama, Kendo, Ojiro, and Shinso over?”
Neito thought for a moment. He hugged Tetsutetsu from behind.”No. I just want you today.” He mumbled. Tetsutetsu hummed. He patted Monoma on the head.”Alright.” He replied warmly.
The two walked in, Tetsutetsu getting a table after a bit of begging. Although neither of them were dressed to fit the scene, maybe Monoma, Tetsutetsu on the other hand...
Although, Monoma didn’t really cared about the stares of the waiters or the customers. Neither were popular heroes. Not yet anyway. But it was only year 1. They had plenty of time.
Tetsutetsu however, was shrinking back underneath the intense, judgemental gaze. Neito never knew why it was judgement that Tetsutetsu was afraid of. He was so laid back and sociable all the time, it was a stark contrast.
Monoma started leading Tetsutetsu around the restaurant. He squeezed his boyfriends hand gently. Tetsutetsu seemed to snap out of his gaze. He walked closer to Monoma who led them to the elevator to the top floor. It was more private up there, and Tetsutetsu paid even more than he would’ve to sit up there.
Because there, you could see the entire city. Even if it was just midday, it was still a pretty sight. And it was Monoma’s favorite spot anywhere. Well... almost. It was a close third. There were two more.
Tetsutetsu and him sat in a booth far away from the few people that were already there. Neito looked at Tetsutetsu gratefully. Under the table, he took Tetsu’s hand and intertwined their fingers. He rested his head on the taller boys shoulders. Tetsutetsu felt himself blush profusely.
The waiter come over and seemed to stare at the two. Neito shot up, but kept his hand on Tetsutetsu’s. The two quickly ordered their food. Tetsutetsu of course, trying to order anything with spinach in it. Monoma getting his own french cuisine.
The two ate, and ended up talking, mostly Tetsutetsu going on about work and other things while Neito ended up complaining about 1A or a comic he read that day.
It was almost dusk by the time they finished. Neito sighed to himself.”Time truly does fly.” He commented, looking as the sky was just beginning to turn pink. Tetsutetsu was stuffing cake in his face. Neito gave him a sideways glance and he paused, fork in mouth. He smiled at Neito and Neito felt himself blush.
“We should get going. It’s getting late.” He mumbled. Tetsutetsu nodded in response.
The two got out to the street, the sun dipping down into the horizon. Tetsutetsu looked at it, than at Neito. The blond’s eyes were fixed to the sky, the colors reflecting in those already beautiful blue orbs.
Tetsutetsu thought again for a moment. Since they took so long eating, well... dinner would probably be skipped. At least for Monoma. He was always so picky when it comes to overeating.
“So, what now?” Neito asked. Tetsutetsu hummed cheerily, leading Neito to the docks. Neito followed quietly and curiously, unknowing of Tetsutetsu’s brilliant plan.
It was a bit of a walk, Neito’s feet started hurting by this point, when they approached a warehouse. Neito looked at it in suspicion.
Tetsutetsu hummed to himself as he opened the door. The two climbed to the roof, where Neito felt his stomach churn.
Neito’s second favorite spot was a double-edged sword. At one hand, he got to watch the sunset. On the other hand...
Monoma looked the ground. It was at least 2 stories below him. He gripped Tetsutetsu’s arm, feeling himself get sick. Tetsutetsu held him tight.”Hey. It’s ok. I won’t let ya fall.” Tetsutetsu soothed. Monoma nodded.
He glanced out from between Tetsutetsu’s arms as he was sat on the taller boy’s lap. He felt his boyfriend’s warmth against his own, soothed by the tight arms. He let out a shaky breath as he leaned back and stared at the sunset.
The sun was peaking its head, dipping it into the sea, lighting the sky aflame with oranges, reds, and yellows all blending together as if a painter took a brush to it themself. Neito closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the sea mixed with Tetsutetsu’s breathing. He snuggled into Tetsu’s chest. He felt Tetsu’s arms wrapped around him tighter, nuzzling into the blond’s hair with a happy sigh.”I love you.” He mumbled.
Monoma suddenly remembered the feelings he had for the past month. The guilt he had for not defending Tetsu like he should’ve.”Tetsu... I love you too but...” He looked away from the iron-quirked boy.
Tetsutetsu felt a tug of fear in his heart.”What’s the matter?” He asked, eyesbrows furrowed. Neito sighed.”I still... I’m guilty I didn’t defend you... from my dad. It pisses me off. He pisses me off. I don’t...” Neito felt tears well up.
Tetsutetsu hugged Neito tightly.”It’s ok, Neito. And hey... you walked away like you’ve been told too. I’m proud of you for that. I know stuff like that is hard. But I’m so damn proud of you. And we don’t have to listen to that damn bastard and his dumbass opinions. We’re happy and that’s all that matters, alright Neito?” Tetsutetsu looked at the blond with a glance full of all his love, passion, and affection he had for him and then some. Neito felt his heart flutter at the gaze. Tears streamed down his face at his words. He smiled as he hugged Tetsutetsu.
This was his favorite place anywhere. In the arms of the one he loves most, and the one who loves him most.
Tetsutetsu looked at him in alarm.”Are you ok? You’re crying again.” Neito kissed Tetsutetsu on the lips, in a brief but sweet kiss. Neito wiped his eyes.”Yeah, I’m fine.” His make-up was probably messed up at this point, but he didn’t care.
“Tetsu... My Prince. Love of my life. Thank you.” Monoma whispered earnestly. Tetsutetsu smiled at him softly. He planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Of course.” Tetsutetsu hugged him.”I’m so proud of you. How strong you are. How brave. How incredibly beautiful. Everything.” Tetsutetsu felt his breath caught in his throat as the sun reflect off of Monoma’s face like a perfect picture painted by a skillful hand. His make-up was messed up and eyes red. But he was beautiful nonetheless.
Neito out his forehead against Tetsu’s as the silver-haired boy kept mumbling his praises. Neito shushed him by putting a finger to his lips.”Hush and look at me.” Tetsutetsu’s face was red as he did so. ‘So close.’ He thought.
Neito kissed his lips.”I’m proud of you too, lovely.” He whispered. Tetsutetsu beamed at the praise.
Neito laughed again at him. And the two stayed there for the rest of the time, watching stars for the sky.
Neito was in his favorite place on earth now.
Home.
Home, for him, was Tetsutetsu, and he would always appreciate that.
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forcing a different friend to rate the infernal devices characters:
(all art is by Cassandra Jean!)
again my alt text is too long, so here’s what he said:
Tessa:
yellow/orange and red makes me think she’s very calm, but has one specific passion that she doesn’t let people fuck with, she doesn’t curse angrily, only like “fuuuck” definitely leadership material (whether it’s rebellious leader or more serious is up to her really), not usually a bitch but there’s like 1 person who really can’t with her whole confidence thing, 8.5/10
Will:
chill boi, some self-esteem issues and only like 1 creative outlet, watches people, likes nature but doesnt usually visit it, nice eyes, doesnt hate anyone, 10/10
Cecily:
dual personality, fire and water. social, relates to water in it’s flowing nature and fire in it’s emotion, likes the color blue, love/hate relat. with nature, only visits when she wants to chill for a bit, 9/10
Jem:
gonna get killed, you think he’s soft but he’s a DOUCHE, anyways chile next, 5/10
Jessamine:
cottagecore, not doing it for the trend, never curses, all good soul vibes, would kill hitler, 11/10
Gabriel:
bad boi vibes, I would sex, likes nature for it’s mechanical aspects, can be fancy but likes to get down and dirty for inventing purposes, 12/10
Gideon:
he’s like his brother when it comes to passion, but is more reserved and nice about it, he likes people sometimes, into writing and journaling, and sketches, 11/10
Sophie:
she’s shy but will speak up ONLY at the last straw, likes hearing the tea on the dl, hates boys! but loves everyone equally except her haters, 8/10
Charlotte:
the villain, but it’s sad. she’s unstable and murderous, secretive, but seems like such a socialite. hates everyone but pretends not to. gg, 9/10
Henry:
sex master 2000, not a mega genius but definitely not stupid. drinks respect women juice and might not be fighting for basic human rights, but would snap out of it and become a better human being 10/10
BONUS:
I asked him about Magnus and Tatiana but Tumblr only allows 10 pics:
Tatiana:
THE REAL VILLAIN, but she’s actually really nice and is peer pressured into it. she likes autumn the most, and her favorite animal is a bear, because of their gentleness. she’s a mega boss. personally, she gets a 10/10, overall I think she’s more of a 8/10 gal (he just described Grace)
Magnus:
sexist, wish he would stop talking. he’s still nice, just doesn’t understand that stereotypes were created to oppress, not to be followed word-for-word. he’s mystical, and more fun then the other lads. he’s the fuck bitches get money of the group. his alignment would be chaotic neutral. he sometimes says boop, for no reason. 10/10
BONUS PART TWO ELECTRIC BOGOLOO:
I tell him how he did:
1. Tessa, 10/10 you nailed her. the author needs to let her say fuck.
2. Will, 7/10, has big boi self esteem issues BUT he’s a very angry and rude boy, also very sarcastic. does have nice eyes tho.
3. Cecily, 9/10 you basically nailed her. I didn’t tell you but all the art comes from this one art book where the characters are drawn with flowers that represent them so that’s why all the drawings are so naturery.
4. Jem, 3/10 he does get (kind of) killed but HES A BABY AND SO NICE AND HELPFUL. best friends with will, literally the uncle iroh to will’s zuko.
5. Jessamine, 5/10, the stereotypical mean girl until she dies and becomes a lot better. BUT she’s a very Proper Lady™️ (takes place in Victorian London) so she would definitely never curse.
6. Gabriel, 7/10 mostly nailed him but he doesn’t do any inventing.
7. Gideon, 9/10, you nailed his personality. shy boi.
8. Sophie, 9/10, pretty good but unfortunately she does marry Gideon so doesn’t fully hate boys. she was a maid for a lot of the story so she’s usually pretty quiet but once she’s on the same level she speaks up more.
9. Charlotte, 0/10, you fucked up a a ron. She’s a babe, very nice but puts her foot down and deals with a lot of sexist shit. nothing would work without her.
10. Henry, 3/10 he do be drinking that respect woman juice but he’s also a fucking genius who invents all sorts of cool shit. good guy and supports Charlotte (his wife). unknown abt his sex life but we do stan.
11. Tatiana, 5/10 bc you just described her daughter.
12. Magnus, 5/10, the second half was right but he drinks plenty of respect women juice. also a bi person of color, we stan him! I could see him saying boop and he is a warlock
#the shadowhunter chronicles#the infernal devices#tessa gray#will herondale#jem carstairs#cecily herondale#gabriel lightwood#gideon lightwood#sophie collins#jessamine lovelace#charlotte branwell#henry branwell#cassandra clare#cassandra jean art
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(red flags look like normal flags when you’re wearing) rose-tinted glasses
pairing: Tom Hiddleston x platonic!reader
style: one shot
WC: 2.7k
summary: requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Reader is small and have an Danish Dog, thats actually an giant drool dog. While she's taking the dog to the park he start running with Bob while on the tab and he keeps pulling her until Tom saves her. Then Bobby start growling at her, and they think that is bcs he's jealous...”
warnings: angst, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, ABUSE, PHYSICAL ABUSE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, ANIMAL ABUSE, please note the abuse, this fic contains it
A/N: this was really hard to write and i want it to be clear that ive never been in an abusive relationship so ive done my best to portray it and how hard it is to break out of it, but i dont have firsthand information. please let me know if something seems unrealistic or weird. i want you all to know that there are explicit abuse, but that it's not very violent but it still has an emotional impact. please don't read if you know it won't be good for you, and there is a happy ending even tho ive made the relationship between reader and tom platonic (that's more for realistic purposes).
The tall man startles as the bark sounds through the park. You widen your eyes at the sight of the little brown the male walks with.
No, no, no , you think.
Your dog, or actually your boyfriend’s dog, is rather big. The giant of a dog also barks whenever he sees brown dogs (as if the dog can be racist, honestly you have no idea how it works, but there are many things that can be the reason), and the dog that man walks with―
You don’t want to think about it.
Nor do you get the chance as your tight grip on the leash seems to be your downfall. The dog has almost leapt into the air as the barks rip through the quiet silence of the park.
“Yoshi! Stop!” you yell, but to no avail. He keeps running, stronger than you even as you put your heels down on the ground and try to brake.
The tall male has turned around. You send him a pleading look as your dog, almost literally, attacks his little one. In the sudden change of speed, where Yoshi goes from running and barking to hopping around and barking, you trip over your own feet and find yourself on your way to face planting with the ground below.
A pair of strong arms around your hips keep you from falling and you’re put back up on your feet with your back pressed to a muscular chest. As you regain your balance, the arms fall away. They don’t go far, only to grip the leash of your dog in an attempt to help your arm not dislocate.
“Thank you,” you say as you crouch down to keep Yoshi under control. He’s stopped barking, and with your soft strokes along his neck, he stops hopping, too.
“You’re welcome,” replies your saviour.
Standing up, you find a handsome male looking at you. Curly ginger hair, the most reassuring smile you have ever seen, and gentle blue-green eyes that makes you feel at ease. The way his eyes trace over you make you drag down the sleeve of your jacket slightly, and then you return his smile to the best of your abilities.
“He can be a little unruly at times, I’m so sorry.” You press your lips together in a tight lipped smile, shaking your head to let your hair come back to the front and cover your neck where your scarf fails. “I think something might’ve happened when he was a puppy because he only reacts to brown dogs.”
The stranger’s smile crinkles his eyes and he lets out a slight chuckle. Your heart beats faster at the sound. You will it to shut up. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I’m Tom, by the way.”
“I’m Y/N.” You swallow the lump in your throat. Throat dry and heart steadily beating faster, the pounding like a drum inside your head. “I’m sorry, again. For the whole… thing. But I should get going now.”
With a little tug of Yoshi’s leash you turn to continue down the path you were headed. A wait from Tom has you turn back around. He steps closer to you, tugging with him his own dog that so far seems rather docile and that you find super cute.
“Could I possibly get your number?” he asks.
If your heart hadn’t already lodged itself in your throat from talking to him, it definitely shot there now. With a steady breath (as steady as you can) you nod. “Yeah, sure.” And you take the phone Tom hands you.
It takes no time typing in your number, but you nearly drop the phone when Tom’s dog starts barking at you. Big dog eyes that look at you, nose high in the air and the barking growing steadily louder as he continues.
Tom frowns at his dog as he accepts his phone. He shakes his head and tugs at the leash, telling ‘Bobby’ to quiet and that there’s nothing to bark about. “I’m sorry,” he says. “He’s probably a little jealous.”
You try for a smile and a soft laugh but it comes out more strained. “Yes, jealous. Makes sense, I guess.” With a deep sigh, you turn to look at Tom again. “Again, so sorry. I guess I’ll hear from you. Bye.”
And now you leave with Yoshi in tow before Tom can stop you.
You wonder what he’ll do if he finds out you won’t answer his messages. Wonder if he’ll do the same as your boyfriend does whenever you forget to answer or don’t do something as he wants.
After all, fear was the only reason you did give Tom your phone number. That reassuring smile fools no one, and those gentle eyes are the same gentle ones he uses in front of others.
Sorry, Tom, but I won’t exchange him for someone worse . Even if I might deserve it .
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The door is unlocked when you get home. The shoe rack kicked over and the few sets of jackets that hung in the closet have found their way to the floor. Your heart stops beating as fear settles in your gut.
This is never good, but neither is cleaning it up before he allows you to, so you kick off your own shoes and let your jacket fall to the floor instead of hanging it up. You unclasp Yoshi’s leash and let him pad into the living room and greet his owner.
Clenching your eyes shut, you regret letting the dog go in before you. The whimper has tears forming in your eyes. You will them back. You can’t cry. Crying just leads to a worse… you don’t know exactly what to call it.
“Babe?” you call as you take the steps in after the dog.
Your boyfriend’s rage filled face meets you. He’s locked the dog in its too small cage, and he hits Yoshi on the snout rather hard as the dog lets out another whimper.
“Babe, huh?” The retort has your gut churn, nervousness courses through your veins. “What the fuck took you so long?!”
There goes the level voice. You keep from closing your eyes, embracing for impact. He likes it more when you face him head on, as if it’s some kind of challenge. Pressing your lips closed, you let your eyes wander over his face.
You note the down-tug of his lips, the anger boiling like a hot fire in his eyes, and the flare of his nose as his form towers over you. “Bitch, I asked you a fucking question! What the fuck took you so long?!”
“Yo-Yoshi saw a… a dog. I-I couldn’t hold him back and we-we went on a detour.” God, you sound weak. I am weak , you think, too weak .
“Couldn’t hold him back, my ass.” He takes a step closer to you. Your body moves on its own when it takes a step back. It continues until your back collides with the wall and he locks you in. “Give me your phone!”
You fish your phone out of your pocket and pray to God Tom hasn’t texted you. You haven’t gotten the chance to block his number yet and if he has texted you, well, life for the next three days will be even worse than usual. You’d deserve it, too, probably.
Fear the only thing holding your body up, you hold your breath as he checks. First when he throws it away with a silent grunt and it lands on the couch, and he doesn’t yell, do you let yourself breathe again.
“Fucking good for you there was nothing there.” His voice is a rough whisper, hoarse and with an underlying tone of want. He doesn’t say more before he presses his lips to yours, pinning your arms to the wall and pressing your head against it.
When one of his hands falls to your hip, pressing you close to him, pressing you close to the growing bulge in his pants, you know it’ll bruise. Just like you know the grip on your wrist will bruise and that you won’t be able to walk in the next twenty four to thirty six hours.
You know because that’s how it always is.
How it always has been.
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[07.47] Unknown number
Hi, this is Tom. I didn’t have time to send a text yesterday, but I still wanted to tell you that I would like to meet you again. Hope that’s possible. - Tom
[08.29] Unknown number
I know you haven’t replied yet, and it’s probably because you have yet to wake up, but when you do, would you be up for a cup of coffee? Either lunch or breakfast, whatever sounds best for you? - Tom
[11.32] you
Hi, Tom. This is Y/N. Very sorry, but I can’t meet with you. I have plans all week and the next months. Work is taking my time, so is having a boyfriend and friends. Very sorry about my dog, again, but thank you for saving me from the ground. Have a lovely life.
🛇 Blocked
To move this conversation out of Archived and get messages again, unblock xxxxx-xxxxx
Unblock
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You’re unsure what it is that has you think the thought. It pops up from nowhere, really, but it still sounds… reasonable.
With aching moves, you pack your things. A suitcase is more than enough for everything you own (your boyfriend keeping your hobbies to a fair minimum), and everything for Yoshi.
As you pack the bare essentials, your body shakes. Every few pieces of clothing thrown into the suitcase lands outside on the floor and your heart hammers in your chest. In the bathroom, finding your toothbrush, you hear a noise from the hallway and your heart shoots into your chest. Rushing out and to the living room, you only find Yoshi with one of his toys.
Tears prick at the back of your eyes. Fear an ever lurking presence. Putting the leash on Yoshi, you hope he isn’t close. You fumble with the clasp and use far longer than you would have liked to put it on, but thankfully, the dog’s big eyes and somewhat smile and the wagging of his tail, helps put you at ease.
His work day still has three more hours, meaning he won’t be here for another four. That should be enough time, right? More than enough time…
You leave the door unlocked, having left the key to the apartment on the kitchen counter. If anyone robs it… you fear the repercussions, but by the time he comes home, he shouldn’t be able to find you.
Even as you walk with Yoshi and the suitcase down the street, finding a taxi and asking him to take you to the police station, you don’t know what has settled in you. You don’t know where this is coming from. This… courage.
You’re unsure whether it was the show you saw last night where the relationship between the two romantic leads, even when they were alone, never had any hitting or bruising or anger in the same way he shows. Or if it was Tom, and the way his face still sits at the back of your mind. How you’d compared his gentle eyes and reassuring smile to his fake mask in front of others.
Has it really taken you so long to see the difference? To see that Tom’s, despite how instilled with fear you were, actually showed genuine compassion and care, and his is always with an extra layer that it takes a lot of study to see (but what else do you use your time on when you can’t look at others when you’re out?).
You pay the cab driver as he drops you off and you find your way into the police station. It takes a long half hour before you walk out again and sit down on the curb. It takes another three hours to stop crying and shaking. In those three hours, Yoshi lies his head in your lap and lets the weight of him being close reassure you. A man who tries to help and ask what’s wrong is quickly barked away by the dog guarding you.
It warms your heart.
A police officer on her way home asks you what’s wrong, and, as you don’t tell, she tells you to contact someone. She also leads you into the waiting room and tells you to sit there until you find help, even if help doesn’t come from the police. In the hour you sit there, you delete the find my phone app and you block him and everyone associated with him on everything you can remember you share. You wish you’d done it sooner.
In your phone, you’re left with few options.
The unblock button is easy to press. The text is everything but easy to send. Your fingers shake as you type, and there are countless spelling mistakes. Finding them all takes a few minutes, and even after telling yourself you’ll send it, your finger hovers over the send button.
Exactly seven minutes and thirty-eight seconds later (you counted), your finger falls down and you press the send button. Watching it turn blue has your heart beat faster and faster, and you press back the tears pricking at your eyes. Swallowing hurts as your throat is unbearably dry.
The reply comes a lot faster than you would expect, and it helps ease some of the fear lodged in your body. The tears that fall now are a mixture of relief and fear, and Yoshi lying his head down in your lap again helps you regain your composure.
Tom picks you and Yoshi up at the police station half an hour later. He offers up his guest bedroom, but you refuse, saying you’ll stay at a hotel until you can find something. You don’t refuse his offer of going somewhere to talk over a cup of coffee.
He helps you find a hotel that allows dogs, helps you check in (unlisted) and joins you for a walk with Yoshi before you find a quiet cafe to sit down at. You sit outside, Yoshi quiet by your feet, but regarding everyone who passes by with a steady look. Being a big dog, you see more than one person a little frightened. It warms your heart.
And the coffee in front of you warms your hands.
“Thank you, Tom,” you say, after the silence becomes too much. “I haven’t told you anything about why but you’re still willing to help. Thank you.”
Tom smiles. One of his hands leaves his cup and when it comes close to yours, you instinctively flinch―though you don’t move it (that has never gone over well in the past). Tom’s hand hovers over yours and his eyes study you as his brows crease into a frown. Your heart pounds in your chest. “I won’t ask, but I hope I can help. However you need.”
Taking a deep breath, you bite your lower lip and look down at your hands. Both now clench around your coffee cup. The steam rises in the cool air and the smell stirs something in your gut, something that has tears prick at the back of your eyes. You let your hearts incessant pounding die down before you look up Tom.
“I could use a friend,” you say, eventually. The smile you try to show is crooked and unsure, and you know the fright is visible through it.
Tom still smiles. His eyes are gentle and reassuring, and it warms you that there actually does exist someone who doesn’t raise his voice at weakness and vulnerability. Someone who wants to help, and who doesn’t demand answers.
You could use a friend. A friend who lets you find your own way and lets you take your time.
“Anything you need, Y/N,” replies Tom. “Time, space, money, a hug, a friend . Anything.”
This time, when you smile, it crinkles by your eyes. It’s still crooked and unsure, but most of the fright is gone.
You’ve finally taken off the rose-tinted glasses.
A/N: you’ve reached the end so please let me know that you’re alright, i care!
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Oooooh dang.
Okay, I feel like I owe you my own personal story since you opened up about yours. Also, maybe it’s time for me to come clean about a certain fact that happened...
First off: you absolutely should tell her about your feelings! We have a saying about this kind of stuff here, which is “so long as you don’t ask, you already have the ‘no’; the only way you might get a ‘yes’ is if you actually try asking the question”!
On the “it’s lockdown and you can’t start a relationship thru texting”: okay, so, if you’ve been following me for a while you probably know that my first and only relationship was with this garbage piece of crap boy that was controlling, abusive and all around shitty, and the only reason I don’t entirely regret dating him is that thanks to him I’m very wary of how I’m treated and will never let anyone treat me like that again. However, because of that dumpster fire of a relationship, I kinda... didn’t ever wanna date again.
Then I made a friend here on tumblr last year, and they said they found me very pretty and they had a crush on me, haha, and we liked the same stuff, we had lots of fun and we laugh a lot together, we made a LOT of kinky jokes at each other, they actually flew here from very far for a week and we went sightseeing - long story short I started falling for them as well. They asked me to be their gf but I wasn’t entirely sure bc long distance + my own relationship issues and fear of commitment.
Fast forward to june, this year, and I just said to myself that I had enough time to heal, and not every relationship needs to be burdened with huge expectations of being the One Right Relationship - and I was ready to enter one with a light heart, ready to enjoy the ride for however long it lasted. So instead, I was the one to ask them to be my partner.
Like. They live in a whole other country, very fucking far from here. We speak in english because we do not speak each other’s native language. I cannot just out of the blue decide to visit them due to distance, money and other issues, neither can them. We have ZERO idea where this is going, but we are just... enjoying the ride, y’know. We are making it work as we can. We chat often, we text on whatsapp through the day, we... have some fun on video streams *wink wink*. We plan for the next time we meet after this chaos. And we act like two lovestruck dorks bc that’s what we are, haha
Look, it’s some damn weird times we’re living. People are working from their homes, students are learning online. You starting a relationship online is what is possible to do, for now. I don’t think you should hold out on something that could make you really happy for later just because the conditions aren’t ideal - they never are anyway.
Life is messy. Just go for it, ask her to meet you on a video chat and tell her all that’s in your heart!!! (I personally find it much less overwhelming than doing it in person, which is rly good if you suffer from anxiety)
NOW GO GET THE GIRL!!! YOU CAN DOOO IIIIT!!! GOOOO!!! <3 <3 <3
#i cannot believe I am finally admitting that I am dating again#your fault anon#haha#good luck with ur gal!! <3#btw sweetie if you're reading this ily <3#long post#luiza gives advice?#<- question mark bc this was basically derailed by my own personal story#LISTEN I HAVE ADHD THIS IS HOW I CONNECT
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tumblr is like the last frontier of personal thought so forgive me
this is about to get a little corny and cringe but like.
with everything going on, especially since quarantine started i had a stark shift in what i now perceive as important things or priorities where i want to spend any energy? like when quarantine started i was so scared i was on the brink of texting all my exes and friends that ive grown apart from and making sure that they are safe and that regardless of what happened between us i am absolutely there to lend help. which ultimately i didnt message anyone, bc i figured it would just be bothersome and annoying and probably crossing some boundaries
but after that i really just... shed all my grudges and interpersonal history i just, dont have it in me to care anymore. with all the people i ever loved and cared for and some part of me will always love i just.... ive hurt people and ive been hurt and ultimately it doesnt matter. in light of literally everything happening, ive allowed myself to extend quiet forgiveness, to myself and others, and let myself move on. bc it just doesnt fucking matter, with the pandemic, global recession, the world being on the brink of fascism, lgbt rights being stripped left and right all around us and so on. i just dont have the will or the energy to hold any grudges.
i genuinely wish everyone all the best in life regardless of what happened between us and i feel that i am open to meet on equal ground as adults and reach closure or emotional reconciliation. like big part of that was definitely my first ex, first serious relationship ex, messaging me out of the blue after like, six years since our break up. and that relationship was really painful and tumultuous and we both fucked up so much but it felt so- freeing to be able to meet again and reconcile and own up to our mistakes and just, forgive ourselves and move on? and casually stay in touch and support each other?
that all said it still absolutely sucks coming out of quarantine with this mindset and seeing people that i thought loved and understood me at some point in our lives, and know that they probably absolutely hate me with a burning passion. but theres just so much more in life and the world to prioritise and care about i just want to allow myself to let that shit go and move on, no matter how people feel about me still. im not going to let it consume me. which is very funny to me now looking back on how i used to be, very much never forget never forgive, and how much better it feels to be at the point i am now. definitely not able or willing to forgive for some stuff that happened to me, dont get me wrong, but definitely allowing myself to not hold that burden anymore.
(also this absolutely extends to stupid ass queer discourse i have to see on here every year, i will absolutely not engage with it or care for it or let it affect my emotions when real life queer people are being killed and dehumanized and put in danger all over the world. )
#these past few months also ultimately helped me realize what i want to do with my life#and what are the only things worth doing on this bitch ass earth
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Hello half valid anon here (i like my nickname 😂). I got through all your fics and they were all great. Right now im just reading a lot of poi fanfics and watch fanvids cause i can't accept that the series is over 😂 --- i know what you mean about fics affecting you negatively. I had this with 13rw (the Show and some fics) everything was so dark and hopeless that i had to stop watching it. I also love to seek out fics where someone is hurt so i can feel my pain through the characters (1)
But i try to read only fics with lots of comfort so it kinda feels like i get comforted as well (dont know if that makes sense). If it makes you uncomfortable or if its unhealthy for you to write about this i completely understand and i dont mean to come of as pushing you to write. I just hope whatever you do will be the right decision for you! As for you feeling suicidal im sorry to hear that. Let me know if there is ever anything i can do to help! I wish i could say sth more comforting but Im not super good with words :( i just hope you have people in your life that support you! 💛
maybe root will grow on you too? Or maybe you can skip her scenes and enjoy John, Harold and most importanly Bear! 😂 Yeah Shaw definately looks really good. She is a bit like Reese minus the caring. At first it seems she doesnt care about anything at all but thats not exactly the Case. There was an episode with Shaw and a little girl (3x5) and i really loved it (have you seen that one?).
I really think Shaw would grow on you (especially since in the beginning she does a lot with John) but then again a lot of her later scenes include Root so im not sure. Yes i love that there were never any romantic undertones with her and John!!
yeah the core four were great. I was so sad when Carter died! :(
i guess everyone sees chemistry different, i think Shoot and Rinch post have great chemistry ☺️
as for John being good with people: YES!! he is always so compassionate and such a great listener as well. I especially like him with children. John and the baby were so cute or John with the boy who offered to pay for him. John + Kids was always a great combination and i wished we would have seen it more often. Also regarding children we did we never got to see a John Taylor scene after Carters death? I needed that!
yes John the badass is also amazing! His character has so many different sides and i love him so much!!
i think Grace Harold was really cute but i dont really see a future for them, i mean he lied to her for so long! but then again they really loved each other so idk maybe they work it out. Im also not into John/Harold/Grace but like you said good for the people who like the ship :)
John and Zoe were great! i wish Zoe would have appeared more often!
I have so many things to say about John and the boring therapist but i think i better not say them :D i wish i could just erase their relationship from my mind!
of course he didnt die! i didnt see a dead body so i refuse to believe he is dead! i also just wanted them to be happy. what kind of an ending is it to let the main character die? i refuse to accept this! -- thank you for the rec i will check it out :) while i do like fluff i mostly read h/c (with the focus on the comfort) cause i just want John to get his much needed comfort :D -- i have no idea where season 1 is supposed to be boring. but idc the people can live with their wrong opinions :D
(today: tumblr user nourann3 discovers the option to indent text after almost 5 years on tumblr...)
Hiii !! It is a very valid nickname 😂 That's nice !! Hmu if you want more recs ! Lol same honestly, I can't believe it's been 4 years since the show ended ! I can give you a link to my poi/Rinch fanvids playlist if you're interested 👀
Oh boi 13rw is so cursed, can't believe I watched all of the 1st season 😬 I remember being afraid of the suicide scene making me uncomfortable but it was so cringe, unrealistic and just bad that I wasn't even that uncomfortable, I cringed when she cut her arms but that's it.
Yeah big mood I project a lot on comfort fics as well. For suicide fics, I think it also depends on how the fics adress the subject. It's something that is complicated to write. If I read a suicide fic with no recovery I'm gonna project but feel like shit. But with recovery, I can project into the recovery as well so it's better ! I read a really good ace attorney fic showing Miles recovering after a suicide attempt, it was thoughtful and didn't fall into the pitfalls of magical super fast recovery/love heals everything, and some lines stuck with me, it was really good and comforting. But yeah if it's just a suicide/suicide attempt then I don't think it's good for me (but sometimes I still read it bc I'm a Dumb Bitch).
Dw you didn't come off as pushing 💜 I'll see how I feel about continuing it or not. I have to figure out if writing about suicide is positive or negative for me 🤔 I mean I'm not portraying John's suicidal crisis as a positive thing, and he reaches out to Harold, and considers he might get better so I don't think it's bad for me ? Another problem is that I have a tendency to drop my wips to write a new shiny idea I get, and then I never finish anything gkgkffjfjf I dropped the suicide fic for the body horror fic which I dropped for the time loop fic, and there's also the hanahaki fic I started last year but I haven't touched in months, plus a bunch of random shit floating around OneDrive lmao someone stop me
What helps the most is venting, just getting that shit out is helping y'know. I appreciate your support ♥️ at least it's not as bad as it used to be
I doubt Root will grow on me, catch me watching her scenes at 1.5 speed lmao, also yes you bet I'll enjoy watching them !!
Yes I remember that ep ! Iirc the little girl tells Shaw she has feelings but the volume is lower than in other people or smth along those lines ?
I hope she'll grow on me bc she seems cool. I remember I was a bit afraid of her just becoming a sort of hollow copy of John, like "look we added another badass to the show". Seems to be more than that though ! Also I'm curious about their mayhem twins dynamic. But yeah if she has a lot of scenes with Root idk how much it'll annoy me
I feel like I wouldn't be able to get the Shoot chemistry bc I'm too biased against Root lol
Ikr the crossing hurt me so much. But thinking about it takes me back to my careese days and my first fics lol. I feel like the death of one of the core four + the abandonment of the library really alienated me from the show (did I already say that before ?). And here I'm gonna shamelessly derail from Carter to the library bc boiii do I have a lot of feelings about the library !! And you're here, talking about poi, so you're the perfect subject to throw these feelings at. This post really says what I feel about it (I'll put the link at the end as well if you wanna read it after you're done with this l o n g reply). It was in a way its own character and its forced abandonment/destruction really hit me (fucked me up when they broke that glass board). It says something that it's one of the few things I remember from S3 along with Carter's death and 4C. I loved it a lot, it was a cornerstone of the show. It was a safe place, a home for Harold and John (and Bear !). I love when they're together in there, I love this cracked glass board, this yellow stained glass in the windows !!! (at least I assume it's stained glass ?), these lights, Bear's cushion, the whole cozy/safe/isolated feelings, just absolutely everything. And yeah later they have the subway, idk when it's introduced I don't remember if it's early enough for me to have watched it. And maybe it's nice, I can't judge rn. But it's like trying to give me a new MC after a MCD, make him as nice as you want I'll be clutching the previous MC until I die. Gkfkfkff I went overboard and off topic but I just love the library ok
Ikr I love how he's badass but also gentle and understanding and nice to people ! I love him !!! Yeah wolf and cub is really good, also I love when John smiles to Darren at the end !! I use this moment as my pfp bc I love it so much. He's just so cute ! I wish he smiled more (did we ever hear him laugh in the entirety of the show ?). Baby blue is so great, Harold and him are such a married couple in this ep ! Yeah same more content with John and children would have been nice.
I never thought about how much we needed a John Taylor scene but yes !! We were robbed :((((
Speaking of John being a cool badass. Here's a badass John vid rec it's super good
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Yeah they were cute in the past. I think it's good he went back to her bc it gives closure to both of them. But I don't see their relationship working again. She grieved, probably started to move on after all these years and knowing he lied all this time probably won't make her want to go back with him. I've never been in love so what do I know lol, but were I her I probably wouldn't want to go back with him and I'd just be happy knowing he's alive after all.
Same I need more Zoe (also she's hot)
Lmao let's just forget about that weird relationship shall we
Aren't we all the same, firmly believing he's alive and happy out there ! It was foreshadowed since the first ep and it made sense but do I care ? No, fuck that shit John is very much alive
You're welcome ! John needs all the comfort and the love !!! I think I have a preference for fluff bc he gets hurt enough in the show lol
Indeed they can, veryyy far away from us
Sry if this is shit I have like half a functioning braincell today
The post abt home bases I mentioned
#half valid anon#look you have your own tag#person of interest#tw suicide#i thought I was done but then i got feelings abt the library
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I was tagged by @mvickym to answer the following questions thank you 🥺
1. What are you wearing? a big sweatshirt that was my moms and sweatpants
2. Ever been in love? nope
3. Ever had a terrible breakup? no
4. How tall are you? 5’3 I think but I definitely tell ppl I’m 5’4
5. How much do you weigh? No❤️
6. Any tattoos do you want? 100% I have 5 planned but I am broke
7. Any piercings that you want? I wanna get my nose redone and get more on my ear
8. OTP? me and a sugar daddy
9. Favorite show? teen wolf parks and rec love island and kuwtk bc I’m garbage who likes garbage
10. Favorite band? One direction mcr and 100 gecs
11. Something you miss? My friends :((((
12. Favorite song? currently Crave by Waterparks but it changes all the time
13. How old are you? 19
14. Zodiac sign? Taurus sun Aries moon and Capricorn rising
15. Hair color? Blackish brown but I’m gonna dye it soon
16. Favorite quote? it’s a tie between “Herr God, Herr Lucifer, Beware. Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.” -Sylvia Plath and “Kiss my design vagina” -Gemma Collins
17. Favorite singer? Harry styles ayesha erotica lil peep and basically any female rapper
18. Favorite color? hot pink
19. Loud music or soft? loud
20. Where do you go when you’re sad? my bedroom or where my paints are (I’ve never sounded more pretentious but I’m a shit painter I promise but it helps me cope)
21. How long does it take you to shower? 13 minutes if I’m just doing a simple shower but if I’m shaving and exfoliating and shit like that like an hour
22. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? like 20 minutes if I’m being quick or multiple hours if I wanna pull out a fucking LOOK
23. Ever been in a physical fight? not really
24. Turn on? Like alt fashion and a good sense of humor
25. Turn off? Being inconsiderate and not washing your ass
26. The reason I joined TUMBLR? I decided I really wanted brain damage
27. Fears? BUGS!!! I literally will sleep on the couch after a bug is in my room like it’s baddd also trump winning again pls vote everyone
28. Last thing that made you cry? a tiktok of a cat a little before it was euthanized
29. Last time you cried? rn man holy shit was that tiktok sad
30. Meaning behind your url? remember that dead dead meme ayyy lmao yeah that and I’m too lazy to change it
31. Last book you read? I’m dyslexic so reading is a no but I listen to the audio book of the bell jar by Sylvia Plath
32. Last song you listened to? Right now by one direction
33. Last show you watched? parks and rec
34. Last person you talked to? my mom
35. The relationship between you and the person you last texted? my oldest friend
36. Favorite food? my homemade mac and cheese
37. Place you want to visit? literally anywhere man I refuse to leave the house till new cases in my state are under 100 a day
38. Last place you were? my room
39. Do you have a crush? no
40. Last time you kissed someone? never
41. Last time you were insulted and what was it? I honestly can’t remember
42. What color underwear are you wearing? red and black with a Betty Boop all over em
43. What color shirt are you wearing? navy blue
44. What color bottoms are you wearing? black with grey lettering
45. Wearing any bracelets? no
46. Last sport you played? whatever one the last gym class I took forced me to
47. Last song you sang? Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyoncé
48. Last prank call you remember doing? me and my friend called Dennys and asked if Denny was there and I guess they didn’t hear us right and thought we said someone else and they got very upset I think drama was happening between them and I ended up blocking Dennys
49. Last time you hung out with anyone? A while ago fuck COVID
50. Favorite movie? Donnie Darko Pride and Prejudice The Romeo and Juliet one with Leonardo DiCaprio Jennifer’s Body Beautiful Boy and this is us the one direction documentary
Thank you for tagging me!!!!! And i’ll tag @homoerotic-subtext-and-murder @everythingismeee @hypestyles @whattheheckisahufflepuff and @sorryybabyyx no pressure tho
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You’re my drug
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warning: language, smut
Word count: 1676
Request: can i request a mobboss!bucky x reader oneshot where they are the 2 most feared mob bosses of brooklyn, and they finally meet, but they are best friends so they kept their identity from each other so when they meet, they are slightly surprised. a smutty fic. :) from @sebbybarrnes
A/N: That was an old request, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it and decided to finally write it. Tumblr is like, hating me again??? I can’t add tags to yet another bucky imagine bc it’s not showing my work on search results!!! big hate!!
Please reblog if you can, help me spread my work since this wonderful website isn’t allowing me to add more than one tag, thank you and big love to all of you <3
Y/N POV
You walked to your room, searching everywhere for that icy-blue faux fur you just had to wear that night. You were supposed to be at the venue you owned, but you couldn’t come without looking properly and even though your boyfriend hated that fur, it was the best one to hide a gun.
“Buckyyyy!” You squirmed, diving through a pile of clothes on the armchair. “Have you seen my blue fur?”
“The one that looks like you’ve skinned Sullivan from Monsters, Inc.?”
You rolled your eyes and kept searching.
“Yeah, that would be the one.”
“No, I haven’t seen it.”
Of course not.
Finally when you decided to wear something else and hid the guns in a leather jacket, you found the fur hanging peacefully near your front door. You turned to see Bucky, who was watching Friends with his legs on the coffee table.
“So you haven’t seen it?” You asked, raising your eyebrow and holding a fur with disbelief on your face.
He looked at you and then sighed.
“You better be grateful I didn’t throw it away like I wanted.”
You rolled your eyes and quickly swapped the jackets, making sure Bucky didn’t see you when you were putting the guns in secret pockets sewed into your fur.
He didn’t know everything about your job and it was in your best interest to keep it that way. It wasn’t safe for him to know. The less you know, the better you sleep, that was what your mother said and she was right. If he knew who you were, you’d have to put him in the picture and that would be extremely dangerous; for not every girlfriend is also a Mob boss.
You inherited it after your father died and took his place as the only person who knew the organization inside out. You lived off loans and “protection”, but covered most of your expenses were covered by the income from your club. The venue was also a blind; in the accounting books you could sometimes add extra income in case you had to hide extra cash you earned.
Lately your new problem showed up; when you started selling soft drugs, a Mob similar to yours was displeased. They didn’t want any drugs in their part of the town and you were supposed to meet with their boss that night to talk everything through. You were hoping you would come out with a peaceful solution, mostly because the meeting was to take place in your venue and you didn’t want to ruin the place’s reputation with gunshots.
You parked your orange 1964 Mustang at the back of the club and walked in. The place was loud, filled with people already, even though it was still quite early.
You waved at the bartender and DJ, and walked up to VIP zone. Your associates were already there, drinking your best whisky, dressed in white shirts and gridded with leather belts which held the guns and knives. You greeted them with a nod and sat on your armchair. Waitress brought you your favorite drink which name you didn’t bother to remember, but it was pink, glittery and awfully sweet. You loved it.
“At what time were we supposed to meet?” You asked and took a sip. You were sure you were going to be late, but it looked like it were your guests who were not prompt.
“At nine o’clock,” A men on your right said. “Quite disrespectful of them to be that late.”
You checked time on your phone. He was right, they were running half an hour late.
“Well, if they don’t care about my time, I won’t care about granting peace.”
Bucky’s POV
When you finally got out, he could stop watching that ridiculous show and get properly dressed. He was supposed to meet another Mob boss that night and he sure as hell didn’t want to show up wearing a Batman t-shirt.
A few months ago his people found out that someone was selling drugs in his district and it took him a long time to find out who was at the top of that complicated net, but eventually he was able to contact one of the most important people in that Mob. He was against drugs in any way possible, but he didn’t want to start a war because of it. He set up a meeting with a boss to find out a peaceful solution to that problem and was hoping it would be manageable.
He still didn’t know where he would meet with the boss, but his men were supposed to determine that and let him know. It looked like that person was much undecided and it was reminding him of someone, but he didn’t really know who.
At least before he received a text.
With a location of a club he knew so well.
Y/N POV
You were just supposed to get up, when you heard footsteps on the stairs leading to VIP section. You rolled your eyes and made yourself more comfortable on the cushions.
“I must say, I am not-“ You didn’t finish. A smile crawled on your face when you saw Bucky walking up to you and you got up. You thought it was the Mob boss you were waiting for, but it looked like they decided not to show up. You made sure none of the guns were showing when you closed the distance between you and Bucky and softly kissed his lips. He didn’t kiss you back. “Is something wrong, babe?” You asked, searching his face for any sign of affection.
“With exception of that fur?” He raised his eyebrow and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m quite busy now, I’m waiting for someone… Just boring business stuff.” You put your hands on his chest and straightened some folds. “Why don’t you go downstairs and I’ll join you when I’m done? The drinks are on the house.” You kissed him softly and this time he kissed you back.
“Great offer,” he murmured in your lips “and I’ll gladly take it after you tell me why you are selling drugs in my district.”
You froze in place before you stiffly took a step back.
It wasn’t possible.
He couldn’t be.
You rubbed your lips and looked at him again. He was angry. Furious even.
“Boys, leave us” you ordered without looking at your people.
“But, Y/N-“
“Leave!”
They quickly got up and left without any other word.
You heavily sat down on your chair and took out your guns, then put them on the table. They were pinching you and you couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly before he sat down next on the armchair next to you.
“Why didn’t you?” You smirked and took another sip of the pink drink.
“To protect you.”
“There’s your answer.”
He sighed and slipped down the chair, kneeling next to you.
“You don’t ever, never need to protect me. I can take care of myself, love.”
You rolled your eyes, but eventually nodded. He was right.
“You’re actually quite hotter now…” He murmured, pressing his lips on your naked knee. “Isn’t that… exciting?” He continued to leave kisses up your thigh. “We should be enemies, hate each other… Not have a romance.”
“A romance? Is that what you call a five year relationship?” You tried to laugh, but his lips kept moving higher.
“Oh, come on, let’s play.” He rolled your skirt up a bit.
“Someone will hear us…”
“Then be quiet.”
His tongue was on your inner thigh, licking a hickey he left there just a few days ago.
“Bucky…”
“Shhh.”
He traced the path his lips made with his cold, metal fingers and softly stroked your skin, finding a way to your laced panties. You couldn’t help but sigh when he touched your womanhood through them, teasing you to the point of losing your mind. He lazily rubbed your clit and kissed your thighs, you curled your toes at the feeling. You had to bit your lip to not make a sound, for even the quietest scream would alarm your men. And, boy, you didn’t want them to interrupt you.
Bucky’s POV
A sight of your wet, laced panties made him horny as fuck, but he wanted to make it all about you. He would never think that he would be so aroused at the thought of you being a Mob boss, but here he was, kneeling before you, about to feast.
A wet stain on the material of your panties was growing bigger, your soft sighs told him you were close to reaching your top. He hooked his fingers on the lace and slowly took them off. He smiled when you spread your thighs and without hesitation pressed his lips onto your wet pussy, leaving a hot kiss. His tongue fell in between your folds, collecting that delicious juice and making you squirm silently before you covered your mouth with a hand.
He smirked and begun to lick you thoroughly, your legs were shaking and he groaned at the taste of you, spilling on his tongue, sending vibrations through your core. Your hand fell on his hair and fingers got lost in dark locks.
A tip of his tongue slipped inside of you, soft walls clenched around it, making it harder to move, but he managed to do it anyway. A second later his tongue was swapped by his fingers, his lips closed on your clit, sucking it and making you squirm.
He curled his fingers a bit, searching for that rough surface inside and stroked it lightly. The tongue on your clit was constantly moving, the hand in his hair pressed his face even closer to your pussy, and your thighs were shaking simultaneously when a moan escaped your covered lips. He kept moving, even faster and rougher now, eating you through your orgasm.
When you stopped shaking and started breathing heavily, he moved away and smirked at you.
“So how will it be with these drugs?”
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I’m replying to everyone who’s sent me a message regarding the being nicer thing from yesterday under the cut because I don’t want to be annoying by publishing so many asks. thank you, all of you ♥
Honestly, I think it’s ridiculous that people are accusing you of sounding mean/rude etc. sometimes I think you’re still too nice to the rude anons and I feel like a lot of this is passive aggressive on their part. They come at you because they think you’re an ‘insider’ fan and they’re jealous, and if you come back defensively, then they accuse you of being rude blah blah blah. If these people are making your experience on tumblr a negative one then just ignore those asks and enjoy yourself bb!
Hmm idk I mean it wouldn’t cross my mind to go after someone because they know some things I don’t? So they probably have a point somewhere in telling me I should be kinder, I know I can be short when I answers asks because I get so many and sometimes the same ones every other day so it gets a bit tiring...
hello! for sounding "nicer" i know when it comes to like texting friends and stuff. i always over use emojis and 'lol' bc i think when you don't it makes people (including myself) read it in a kind of boring/unimpressed tone in my head. LIKE HOW CAPS MAKES ME YELL IN MY HEAD LOL. (disclaimer: i'm a recent follower and find you nothing but nice. and you definitely don't owe any of us to go out of your way to type differently so you come across as 'nicer'. your english is fantastic!)
if I ever use lol then it’s because I find the thing extremely not funny and it’s ironic ahah I try to use emoji but when on my computer I can’t really be bothered... Thank you very much for your message!
I don’t think you’re rude, I think sometimes you get defensive because you’ve been getting the same questions over and over again and you must get tired. And you’ve talked about having insomnia so you must also be physically tired on top of mentally. That’s normal, we’re all humans. Don’t worry about it.
Yeah it’s true, I do get defensive when I’m more tired. Sometimes when I need to vent, I read my inbox outloud to a friend - the asks I don’t publish I mean - and it helps but sometimes I don’t have anyone next to me to do that with so I get cranky when I see people prying into the cast’s lives, asking personal questions, things like that. It’s hard to ignore when you read the same disturbing things every couple of days. Thank you ♥
You're not annoying at all, on the contrary, you're the sweetest! It's just that I think people are frustrated that you know so much without sharing, and maybe also the fact that you continue to think you're a normal fan, even though you're clearly "in". I don't know, I'm trying to understand... I think it might be jealousy as well.
The thing is, I can’t say for now how I’ve come to know some stuff because it would spoil way too much and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to ever. I’m not really “in”, that’s the thing. I am a normal fan, as normal as a fan who’s lucky enough to live in Paris and who could go to a lot of events - and that’s a couple hundreds of us. I don’t know how much the international fandom is aware of that but David and Niels and the cast know hundreds of us by name just because we were lucky enough to meet them several times. I’m not really more “in” than those other people. Some from the cast have not a clue who I am at all and others only know my @ on instagram because I send them the pics. I’m a bit closer to some for reasons I can’t talk about. The team got a lot of complaints about everything always happening in Paris and some fans ending up being more priviledged than others. I’m hoping there will be more events outside of Paris, maybe screenings or something in the future so it doesn’t feel as ~Parisian elite~ as last year.
I think you’ve always been receptive when people came to you with a different opinion and from what I saw, you’re always willing to learn. Some people are just too entitled and come barging in and that’s when you raise you hackles. It’s not really on you, it’s hard to be kind to everyone when people don’t always deserve it.
Hmmm yeah, my friends have told me I have strong opinions and don’t change my mind easily so... idk. I could maybe be more receptive, like you said, at times. I went from getting one ask every six months to dozens a day in a few weeks last year and it still blows my mind. I wasn’t ready for that. There must be people who disagree with me in my followers. Idk. Something I need to think about. Thanks ♥
bonsoir tumblr grandma! 💫 in my humble opinion, you do not come off as rude. I just think sometimes people tend to read what they wanna read and make the worst out of it. Plus, the whole Even season is a really touchy subject because everyone would love one and when such announcements of possibles seasons happen, they can't help but be hopeful. So of course they don't like it when they're told it's not gonna happen. You're not rude, you're just saying things they don't want to hear. 🤷♀️ ily!
I know how much people must be upset to see their hopes crushed, I was disappointed too back when I first heard about it, and my hopes were not that high to begin with since David had said before Eliott wasn’t considered as main. I get asks every week about Eliott being main, almost every gifset I make will have a tag about how whatever is clearly a reference to Eliott being main and I’m just like... let it go. Or talk about it on your own posts. I’m sad it’s not happening. Don’t rub it in my face, you know? I didn’t say anything for months and accepted it was the way it would be so I couldn’t complain but then Henrik mentioned it to someone at HOS2 and I thought that finally those asks and comments would stop but they don’t and it’s very tiring. Anyway, thank you as always!
I don't think you're rude and i don't know you irl it's just that some of your anons are creepy and acted so demanding like you owe us something and it pissed me off actually. Like those anon who asked something like you know this right? How you know abt this? Why you know the cast? It sounds so suspicious that you know them etc. these anons are so nosy like why so negative. Istg i thought they would interrogate you yesterday after you mentioned abt working with assa before skamfr.
I’m gonna say something I haven’t really shared in details before but it’s weighting on me. Some anons are really creepy, so I don’t publish them. For exemple, somebody found my spotify recently and through it found my old Facebook. My friends have sent me screenshots of people following them on their instagram after being tagged in my stories and they are always Skam stans, even when my friends have never posted about anything Skam related. Someone once went digging into my personal life so far that they could have ruined the theme of season 5 in september if they had decided to make what they had found public instead of sending me an ask about it. That shit is not okay. I blew up about this once last year and somebody told me “why do you make it sounds like we’re creepy fans of yours” and well, because some stuff IS creepy. I understand being curious but I will never share anything about the personal lives of the cast or anything that could spoil the seasons so I’d just like it if people stopped asking, you know? Thank you for reaching out ♥
gaëlle you never even once came off as rude (i started following you in february-march when s3 was airing). you're always helpful and patient. it's obvious when ppl go to cons/projos/meet the cast they might unintentionally find out smth that's not public knowledge. and it's a good thing actually that you don't immediately run here to share bc maybe a cast member didn't mean to reveal smth etc. in any case you don't owe us any information and those who demand answers are the rude ones
Thank you, love. yeah I’ve lost counts of how many times they’ve accidentally spoiled something at cons or screenings or in the background of ig stories, especially in the beginning. They are more careful now and some even let slip fake spoilers to see if it will spread (and by some I mean Axel after his play when he stays to talk to fans lmao). The fans who’ve learned stuff that way are usually super protective of the show though so nothing really spreads and that’s really nice to see - sorry Axel, joke’s on you ahah
Hi Gaëlle! Just want to say that I followed you because you always sound soooo sweet and sincere when answering asks. Never thought you're rude, even sometimes I thought you could be ruder because the ask was rude😂 Anyway, just thought let you know my opinion on the last ask, have a good day!🥰
Thank you darling. I’m sure I must have been rude at some point, I don’t think the anon from yesterday would have said that out of the blue, and I’m very sorry that I don’t realize it. Unless when people are REALLY rude then I allow myself to tell them to fuck off dfghjk
You don’t know me but I saw you a lot at HOS2, I recognized you from your instagram. Every time I saw you, you were cuddling people, laughing, singing - I heard you sing with your friends and Maxence joining in, it was adorable! The cheers the cast let out when they saw you come up for the group pictures weren’t fake. You have an aura around you that brightens the room. I really hope this isn’t too weird of me to say. I don’t think you could ever be unkind. You wouldn’t have so many friends otherwise - I mean, it looked like you do - and the cast wouldn’t have reacted like that upon seeing you. That alone convinced me you were a good person.
Oh my god I don’t know what to say. This is very unexpected, why didn’t you come say hi if you knew who I was? I wouldn’t have minded at all! Thank you, I don’t know what to say, really this is so kind. Have a lovely day. Thank you. thank you.
You're one of the nicest people I know, you're a literal bundle of love and sunshine (I'm not even kidding, really). And you're always so considerate about everybody when you're responding to asks that are asked NICELY... so really I don't know how you can come across as rude. And you deserve all the love 💕
Merci @littlhedgehog love you so so much and I’m so happy Skam brought us together. It’s been way too long since I gave you a hug ♥♥♥
and at 3 parts anon with advice who told me not to publish, thank you too, I’ll remember everything you said ♥
#gaelle parle#im so damn overwhelmed by all this#every time i want to quit you're there being so kind and i don't know what to do with myself#nice people tag
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