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it's only just begun - isagi y.

chapter 1 of 7 of the blue lock band series. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 4. chapter 5. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: y/n was the number one fan of the underground alternative rock band known as "Blue Lock", who after earning a well-deserved following through a viral single, left her wondering if they'd even remember her if they saw her- if he'd remember her. and why would he? y/n's no longer the only Blue Lock fan to have an unrequited crush on their lead singer.

warnings: smut; fingering; penetration; overstimulation; degradation; unprotected sex; dominant isagi; fem reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

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And just like that, Blue Lock was no longer her secret little band that she felt like she had all to herself. It was fun while it lasted, but when their single “It’s Only Just Begun” took off almost a year ago, y/n slowly fizzled out of Isagi Yoichi’s life into the category of just another fan of his.

She can’t help but feel a little upset at times, she really enjoyed talking to Blue Lock’s front man nearly every day. It felt like she was part of it. She remembers when they were writing their hit song and Isagi would run some lyrics by her- after all- it only makes sense that Isagi would take his #1 fan’s professional opinion into consideration.

As for the other band members- it’s likely they knew of her. They followed her on Twitter and occasionally replied to some of her comments. But it was nothing like her closeness with the lead singer.

Regardless, she still follows every single one of them on all social media and keeps up with their new releases. She even follows their manager and their stage director. And she’s proud of them, too. They’re a good band, they deserve this. They’ve always deserved to become as famous as they are now. So when their tour dates were released, y/n was the first in the queue, purchasing a single ticket.

And now she stands among the large crowd, the large crowd they deserve, listening to the beautiful sound of Isagi Yoichi’s voice followed by cheers and screams from his thousands of adoring fans. She can’t even bring herself to sing along, not even with the harmonies of the other band members, she doesn’t want to drown out any of his hypnotic, captivating voice. The way his mouth moves against the microphone, his vocal fry when he hits a high note, how he tosses his hair to the side to shake the sweat away, his smiles to the crowd- she wonders if he remembers her.

Alright, fine. Maybe y/n had a crush on Isagi Yoichi: the lead singer of Blue Lock, the man of many talents who not only sings like an angel, but plays guitar, keys, and even the saxophone. Maybe y/n still does have a crush on Isagi Yoichi.

She probably wouldn’t be waiting with a crowd of much younger teenage girls by the backstage exit in hopes she’d get to catch a glimpse of him on the way out of the venue if she didn’t have just a slight crush. She probably wouldn’t be telling herself “I’ll wait all night if I have to” if she didn’t have just a little crush on-

“Excuse me?”

Y/n turns around, catching the eyes of a woman about her age, dressed in the venue’s work uniform. She points to herself, mouthing “me?” to the woman.

The woman nods.

“Yes, what’s up?” She asks, stepping away from the crowd so she can hear her.

“I just have a quick question, do you mind stepping off to the side?” The woman asks politely, professionally. She works here, obviously, so maybe it’s important. Maybe they found something of hers she dropped somewhere.

Y/n shrugs, looking back at the crowd for a moment. She’ll surely lose her spot, maybe even lose her chance to catch the eyes of Isagi Yoichi on his way back to his hotel. But it’s probably dumb anyway. She seems to think seeing him will make him want to talk to her again, maybe even fall in love with her, maybe even-

“Sure.” She says, ditching her childish chances to date the band member of her dreams.

“I’m sorry to pull you away.” The woman says. “I just didn’t want to say anything too loud over there.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n tilts her head to the side.

“Are you l/n y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Great! I was told to look for the girl dressed in the blue skater skirt and fishnets, but there’s quite a few of those around.” She chuckles.

“What is this about?” Y/n asks again.

“Oh, my bad. One of the band members said he knows you. So he was hoping you’d wanna come back and say hi.”

Y/n’s heart flip flops in her stomach, and she instinctively squeezes her legs together to prevent the inevitable moment where said heart drops out of her body entirely. He remembers her- or at least one of them does. Enough to notice her in the crowd and ask to see her. She could scream. She wants to run back over to those teenage girls and tell them they lost.

“Are you fucking with me?” Y/n asks, a look of shock plastered across her face.

The woman laughs. “No, no. I’m serious.”

“I- I-” She stutters, trying to collect herself. It shouldn’t be like this. They’re just old friends, she doesn’t need to act like a deer caught in the headlights. She takes a breath. “I’d love to say hi.”

Suddenly she’s being snuck around to the back of the venue, through a door, and down a long hallway. She considers the possibility of this being a joke and her being robbed and murdered, but she’d honestly rather that than miss the chance to see Isagi Yoichi.

“You found her!” An ever familiar voice, a gorgeous one. It reaches her ears and penetrates the deepest reserves of her brain that she’s set aside for content relating specifically to him.

And he’s there, sitting on a plush beanbag clutching his guitar, his hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead.

“Isagi.” Y/n breathes out, smiling, her heart racing. It feels like it’s going a mile a minute. It didn’t actually fall out of her chest before, but it very well might now.

And Isagi, he’s beaming. He’s cheerful as ever, likely hyped from the amazing show they just put on.

“Y/n!” His expression changes to a light, playful smirk. “Thought I told you to call me Yoichi.”

“I- um-” She stutters, wishing she’d just be able to play it cool. “You’re right. I guess it’s been a while.” She scratches behind her head, becoming increasingly aware of the many eyes on her standing at the door of their backstage common area.

“I missed you!” He stands up, leaving his guitar strewn on his beanbag chair as he walks over to her, wrapping his comforting arms around her shaky body.

He missed her.

“I- missed you- too.” She manages. “You’re amazing.”

“Oh stop.” He shrugs off her compliment with a kind smile. “Guys, remember y/n? She was one of our OG’s.” He turns toward his band mates, one of his arms lazily strung over y/n’s shoulders. It might actually send her into a psychotic spiral.

“How could I forget the one who helped us decide on “always be the anchor in the back of my mind” for that verse?” The gorgeous lead guitarist flashes her a flirty smile.

And y/n’s attention is suddenly directed toward someone besides the lead singer- the other six people in the room besides a few workers- the members of Blue Lock, the up and coming alternative rock band.

Isagi Yoichi: Lead singer, keys & guitar Chigiri Hyoma: Lead guitar, vocals Nagi Seishiro: Backup guitar, vocals Itoshi Rin: Bass guitar, vocals Itoshi Sae: Drums Mikage Reo: Band manager Bachira Meguru: Stage director

“Chigiri, yeah. I did help out with that one, huh.” She giggles. “Great to see you again, and um, great to meet you.” She directs her attention to the manager and stage director, who were relatively recently brought into the scene. By the time Mikage and Bachira were hired, the band had already gotten fairly famous, and y/n had already basically lost touch with the original five members.

“It’s an absolute pleasure.” Bachira smiles.

“Great to meet you, Blue Lock’s number one OG fan.” Mikage greets her.

Of course, in obsessively keeping up with Blue Lock’s endeavors even after Isagi stopped talking to her personally, she’s well aware of the story behind Bachira and Mikage’s addition. Bachira is Isagi’s high school best friend, and Mikage is Nagi’s high school best friend. When she found out the two of them were brought on, she honestly was a little jealous. But they’re just as gorgeous as the band members, and meeting them in person is sending her body into overdrive. Plus, with Isagi’s arm still over her shoulders, she may as well be dripping down her leg.

“C’mere, we have so much to catch up on.” Isagi leads y/n over to the couch, sitting her next to Nagi as he sits back in the beanbag chair across from her.

“Are you catching up on the bus ride? Because we’re leaving for the hotel.” The unbothered drummer speaks up. “Or you can stay here and fuck her on the couch for all I care.”

Y/n can almost feel her skin melting off at Itoshi Sae’s comment.

“Hah! Well we’re not playing here again, so who cares?” Chigiri chimes in with a laugh, slapping the older Itoshi’s back.

“May as well go back to her place.” Nagi shifts his body slightly, bringing his left thigh flush against y/n’s on the couch. It looks like he’s hardly noticed, but y/n definitely has. It makes her want to press harder into him, maybe even lay on top of him- the irresistible snowy-haired fan favorite. “I’ll come too.”

“No you won’t.” Isagi playfully rolls his eyes. “And nobody’s going back to anyone’s place! I just wanted to say hi and talk to her!”

“Unfortunately, Isagi, Sae’s right and we do have to be heading out.” The manager chimes in, holding his phone to his ear as he talks to who y/n can only assume is the tour bus driver.

“Gonna have to talk to your lukewarm girlfriend another time.” The younger Itoshi slings his bass over his shoulders.

Itoshi Rin was definitely insulting y/n just now, but she still feels an electric pulse rocket through her body when his emerald eyes meet hers. He could insult her any time. Plus, he called her Isagi’s girlfriend.

“That’s all good, um, I’m glad I got to say hi-”

“No! Sae’s right, just come back to the hotel and hang for a bit.” Isagi suggests. “I feel bad, I haven’t talked to you in forever, I missed ya.”

Y/n feels like she could combust, knowing that everyone else in the room is considering Isagi’s potential ulterior motives. She only wishes that were the case. She could only dream of him wanting her in that way. Even in all their time talking, he never made a move on her. They only met in person a single time and he was nothing besides friendly, so it never made sense for her to be forward with him about her little crush.

“On- on your bus? To- the hotel?” She gulps.

“Unless you have something to do. Don’t worry, none of the fans or paps will see you or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. Reo will handle all that.”

Right. They probably do this all the time with girls. Obviously they’d have a protocol when bringing a girl back to their hotel. Even so, that’s not what she’s worried about at all.

“I don’t have anything to do! I’ll come with you!”

“Y/n, do you have a car here?” Mikage asks, already thinking ahead with making arrangements.

“No, um, I took the train-”

“Great!” He turns around, typing feverishly into his phone.

“When you’re done with her, send her over to me.” Chigiri winks. He was always the shamelessly flirtatious type, frequently jumping into frame when Isagi was facetiming her just to make a quick flirty comment.

“No way dude.” Isagi jokes.

And with that, she finds herself shuffled away and snuck onto the tour bus, snuck off the tour bus, and snuck into Isagi Yoichi’s hotel room.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry, you know, for like stopping talking to you.” Isagi walks around the room, a singular white towel around his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken while waiting for y/n to be gracefully snuck inside.

“Oh, um, I-” Y/n struggles to focus, given that Isagi Yoichi is standing shirtless in a pair of gray sweatpants in her direct line of vision. And his body is fucking incredible. “It’s fine, um, I dunno, you got popular, uh-”

“Yeah I got popular, but it all went right to my head. I cut out so many people and I’m just glad you’re not upset with me. I know I’m touring now and stuff but I felt like seeing you at the concert was a good opportunity to apologize-” He trails off, noticing y/n’s dazed expression as she looks at him.

“T’s all good.” She says, sounding like she’s from another world.

“Uh, you okay?” He chuckles nervously. “You tired? Sorry for bringing you here I know it’s late-”

“No! No I’m not! I want to see you, don’t apologize I understand I just, um, I miss being close with you and all, but you’re famous now! And you deserve it so-”

“I know, it feels pretty good. But you didn’t deserve to just be unadded and unfollowed one day. It wasn’t fair, you were always so good to me and the boys.”

“I- I was sad for a bit but I get it!”

“You were sad? Fuck, man.” Isagi sighs. “I know I hurt you, we were friends and I just threw it away because the fame got to my head.”

“No, no, I was barely sad- uh-” She panics, trying not to make him think he treated her anything besides perfectly. The last thing she wants is for him to remember her as that one salty fan he ditched. She’d rather him remember her positively, like someone who’s sweet, kind, an old friend. “I just missed you, it’s so good to see you! I never stopped listening to your music and supporting you, and when I saw you were coming here on tour I just had to go! I really am surprised you remembered me at all.” She chuckles nervously, her palms clammy and her eyes shaky.

He’s really just standing here, trying to apologize to her, with his shirt off. How can she possibly focus on a serious conversation?

“You’re surprised I remembered you?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Uh- well- I just felt like since you didn’t like me like I liked you I just thought you probably had other girls you were talking to or you know getting famous you’d want to like have girls and not really want me talking to you all the time-” It’s like her words are spilling from her lips before she can stop them, her eyes darting everywhere in the room besides Isagi. It’s like the things she’s been wanting to say to him can’t be stopped.

“Hold on.” He stops her. “You didn’t think I liked you?”

“Um, um at least not like that uh, you know-” She panics, her heart beating out of her chest and a layer of tears forming over her eyes.

“Y/n, I wanted to apologize to you because I did like you, and I didn’t want to tell you that because if I was going on tour, I wouldn’t be able to see you. And I just cut you out instead.” He sighs.

The words don’t even fully sink in at first. “Oh, okay.”

“I liked you, like, the whole time. So I just wanted to apologize.”

It finally starts to make sense. “It’s- it’s okay. It’s okay. I- you-”

Isagi chuckles. “Maybe I can’t date you, but-” He leans down, placing a finger under her chin, forcing her nervous gaze into his deep blue eyes. “I could make it up to you, if you like.”

His gaze is hypnotic, just like his voice. “I wanna, um, I- you- your-” She takes a breath. “Sorry.” She squeaks.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is softer, slower, closer than before. She hasn’t heard this version of his voice before. It’s beautiful.

“I want, I want-” She takes another breath, a deeper one, one that lets her fully realize what she’s about to do. “I want you, Yoichi.”

“Hm.” He breathes out. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He closes the gap, bringing their lips together, his finger still under her chin as he leans over her.

Her hands grip the sheets, her legs shaking as she sits upright on the bed. Suddenly she feels like this is her first kiss ever, like she has no idea what she’s doing.

His kiss starts out soft, but quickly devolves into something dangerous, something ravenous. His hand traces from her chin to her shoulder, his fingers pressing into her skin to push her backward.

And she lets him. How could she not? His fingers feel like they’re leaving permanent marks on her skin, like she’ll never forget where he touched her chin, her neck, her shoulders. She finds herself looking up at him, reaching for the towel around his neck to bring his lips back into hers.

In no time he’s on top of her, hungrily making out with her like he wants to devour her, his strong arms holding his body above hers as if he’d crush her if he were to let his weight crash down. She wouldn’t mind though, she’d be totally okay with him crushing her.

“Always wanted this.” He breathes out, leaving a slight space between their lips only briefly before reconnecting them. His tongue slides effortlessly against hers, his saliva dripping from his tongue to hers. It’s so wet, and it tastes so damn good.

She can only whine in response, reveling in his taste. She doesn’t have the space to talk anyway, not with his lips drinking up every single one of her noises.

“Love those pretty sounds, fuck I’ve been missin’ out.” He shifts his weight to one side, tracing his other hand down her body to the hem of her shirt. “Want this off, baby.”

Y/n licks her lips, completely dazed. “Off, baby?” She repeats, as if she’s shocked he would even say it.

“Want it off, so fucking bad.” His voice is so lustful, filled with such a different tone than his normal, upbeat, kind attitude. He’s horny.

“Mhm, please-” She lets him grab her collar, forcefully pulling her up so he can swiftly lift her shirt over her head.

“Ahhhh-” He groans. “And I’ve been missin’ out on that?” His movements are rough, his hands forceful, needy. Within seconds her bra is discarded on the opposite side of the room, his tongue cascading over her nipples like he’s painting them with his saliva.

She can’t stop herself from whining, moaning, it’s the only thing her brain can do while he sucks her tits like he’s trying to drink from them. He’s so different right now, he’s so dominant with her. She wants to sign her body over to him, she feels like her body should belong to him.

His other hand slides to her untouched breast, his fingers moving to pinch her other nipple, kneading it as if he’s trying to bruise her. His hand trails further, traveling smoothly under her skirt to rest on her plush thigh.

“G’na need these off too~” He slips his finger under the waistband of her panties, popping his mouth off her nipple to get through his sentence.

“Mhm~” Y/n nods, her hands resting her hands behind her head as she lets his expert movements own her body.

She’s dripping, she knows she is. The thin fabric of her panties wasn’t doing a great job of protecting her from her own arousal, but he slides them down her legs anyway, the soaked fabric leaving a trail of wetness down her thighs.

“Hm~” Isagi chuckles, his lips wrapping back around her nipple like it belongs there, dipping his middle finger into her soaked cunt. “Look at you, such a wet little pussy for me.” He says, adding a second finger.

Her body is a mess, her voice is fried, her brain is mush. She can’t do anything besides submit to his fingers etching themselves into the memory of her walls like they’re shaping her body for him and him only. His mouth makes a mess of her breasts while his fingers make a mess of her inner thighs, pumping easily into her slick hole.

“You’re already so ready f’me, but I need y’to cum first.” He gives his mouth a break, a final bead of saliva dripping from his tongue and landing on her already well-coated nipple. Without his mouth occupied, he goes harder with his fingers, curling them into her g-spot like he was the one who put it there in the first place.

“Fuck- fuck fuck- ahh~” The breathless gasps leave her lips, her eyes snapped shut as she feels the aggressive knot grow in her stomach.

“Y’need more? Hm? Bet you do, such a slut for my fingers.” He slurs, his thumb moving to rub quick circles on her throbbing clit.

“I- gonna- Yoichi~” She whines, the knot exploding ferociously as she cums around his fingers, leaking out of her hole as if it was too full to stay inside..

“Ah there ya go, dirty girl.” He spits, sliding his coated fingers out of her aching pussy, directing them immediately into her mouth. “Clean me up, will you?” He forces them between her lips, her tongue circling over his fingers, soaking up every bit of her own cum. It’s demeaning, it’s degrading. But it’s so damn hot.

“Taste good sweetheart?” He smirks, using his free hand to step out of his sweatpants he probably shouldn’t have put on after his shower in the first place.

“Hm, f-fu-” She tries, her mouth too full to let any coherent words form.

His cock springs out of its confinement, finally freed from the shackles of his boxers that struggled to keep him contained at all. And seeing the size of him- y/n wonders how any boxers would be able to survive without being shred to pieces by his gorgeous, thick cock. She wonders how she’ll be able to survive without being shred to pieces.

“Scared baby?” Isagi smirks, forcing her gaze from his cock to his dark, lustful eyes. “Don’t worry, you can take it.” He leans down to kiss her, a menacingly soft, degrading kiss. “Either way, you fucking have to.” He places one last threatening kiss against her lips.

Before she can process it, his arms are wrapped around the backs of her thighs, sliding her ass slightly off the edge of the bed as he lines his cock up with her desperate cunt. The oversensitivity of her orgasm makes his tip against her hole even more intense. She can’t help but writhe against his grip almost animalistically, like she wouldn’t be able to stop if she tried.

She’s wet enough for him to slide in easily, filling her up as if he’s carving out her hole himself. She wraps around him perfectly, squeezing around him in a way that causes his breath to catch in the back of his throat as he sucks in through his teeth. His nails dig deeper into her thighs, likely leaving a set of gorgeous nail marks she’ll surely cherish later.

“Fuck~” His saliva pools in his mouth as he speaks, threatening to drip onto her exposed skin. “It’s like you’re sucking me in babygirl.” He breathes, holding her thighs tight as he begins fucking into her.

Her fingers grip the sheets so hard she feels like she might rip them, she couldn’t have imagined being fucked like this, no matter how many times she got off to the thought of him back then. No matter how many times she’d play their songs in the background while she pleasured herself. She couldn’t have forced her brain to come up with a scenario where he holds her over the edge of the bed and fucks into her like she’s a doll.

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become relentless, her cunt squelching with each forceful plunge of his thick cock.

“Fuck, flip over.” He demands, though doesn’t give her any time to move her body on her own, flipping her body himself using only his tight grip on her thighs. “Knees.” He commands, and she does exactly as he says, propping her ass up and leaning forward on her elbows.

“Damn, what a fucking nice ass.” He slaps her once, gripping the plushy skin as he sheathes himself inside her once again. “G’na fuck you hard ‘till I cum, kay?” He uses his other hand to grip her hair, shoving her face into the mattress. “Be a good toy f’me.”

“Mhm~” She whines, though he wasn’t waiting for her confirmation anyway.

His thrusts are somehow harder from behind, wrecking her pussy with every forceful push of his cock between her slick walls. He pounds into her, leaving her nothing but a whiny mess as her pleas are muffled under the weight of his hand pressing her into the bed. The pain is overwhelmingly masked by the pleasure of being fucked by him, Isagi Yoichi, the lead singer of Blue Lock, but even she knows she’ll struggle to walk- or even stand- after this.

“G’na cum, g’na fill you~” He grunts, sloppily thrusting a few more shaky times before painting her insides white, his cum overflowing her cramped pussy. He pulls out, finally letting up on his tight grip on her hair and ass, his cum spilling out along with him.

“Yoichi-” She finally manages, shakily rolling over onto her back. “That was-”

“Hm? You think we’re done?” He stands over her threateningly, immediately sliding one of his fingers between her used, overstimulated folds.

“Babygirl, it’s only just begun.”

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Mother Bruce and His Baby Birds

First posted: April 2, 2018

Focuses on: Bruce Wayne et al

Favorite bookmark: "if only dc wasn't a coward"

Second favorite bookmark: "yooo i felt god in this chili's tonight"

Tier: As of queue date, #6 in hits and kudos, #5 in comments, #7 in bookmarks and subscriptions

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics.

I haven't figured out the best way to cover multi-chapter fics, especially behemoths like Nature and Nurture or The Return, so this is a test. I'll start with chapter one and reblog with additions for each chapter, I think. If there's a better way, please send suggestions.

Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Chapter One

My very first fic ever. I got obsessed with reading fic for a few months (thanks to @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum and @unpretty's Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts, and finally needed a little bit of output to balance out the input. It wasn't really planned, which is why my name is what it is. I'd made the lurker account to do just that and nothing more. Which feels a little silly now, five years and almost 100 fics later. 😬

The title comes from the Ryan Higgins picture book, because titles are harrrrrrd.

I think this is my only fic with chapter names, other than The Return.

He knew how it felt--that teeth-rattling, rib-crushing, pulse-racing sensation--and he knew how to push through it.

You see? You see how new I was at this? I hadn't even looked up the em-dash shortcut yet.

"And I don’t care if Arthur Pennypacker says gelato contains the required daily serving of calcium. Alfred will not let you survive on gelato alone.”

I am going to try very hard to be proud of this, my little baby fic, and not critical, but it's going to be very difficult when I clearly had to pluck a name out of thin air and ended up with Arthur Pennypacker being discussed in the same scene where Alfred Pennyworth exists. Yeesh.

"Art’s the fathead that stole Eddie’s gym shorts and ran them up the Academy flagpole.”

I wrote a joke poem about this kind of scenario for school once and it got published as part of a contest. Reduce reuse recycle.

The grin was still there, a bright smile full of pleasantly crooked teeth that leaned into each other like birds in a winter wind, but the corner of Jason’s mouth twisted hesitantly.

If I were doing this again, I'd make Jason a little less golly gee mister in tone, but at least he's precious.

Jason had always been gifted at picking up the scent of unease. Dick, Bruce’s outgoing ward, could read emotions. Jason could read tells.

Now that's clever, if I do say so myself. Good job, Amateur Me.

Jason dropped his spoon back in the empty gelato cup and ran his fingers over the stitching of the baseball on the table.

I reference that ball later in another fic and for the life of me right now I can't remember which one. Ah well. Put a pin in this. You'll see it again.

I thought I was gonna miss it for sure! And then after, Raul Huezo right there in front’a me! Just like, pshew! Did’ja see Bruce?

Raul Huezo was a spoof on a real-life baseball player... and I no longer remember who. Pity.

For a moment, all was still. Bruce had stopped breathing entirely, and it felt like Jason had as well. Bruce gripped Jason tightly, struggling to keep the preteen from falling out of his precarious half-perch on Bruce’s lap and onto the floor. But Jason was clutching Bruce just as tightly, gangly arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck and face pressed into Bruce’s chest. Tentatively, Bruce lowered his face to Jason’s hair and breathed in the smell of shampoo, sweat, and ballfield.

dadhugdadhugdadhugdadhug

Hitting post on this very first chapter was terrifying but everyone was awfully nice. And it's so fun to look back and realize @cdelphiki was my very first commenter ever. Like hey! I know that name!

#fanfic bts brain dump

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alackofghosts · 17 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

1) SPRIIIING honestly first year in a long time that feels like we're actually getting some spring weather, not just winter: extended edition and i couldn't be happier! love seeing fresh baby grass. some flowers. the long long daylight hours… i feel much more awake and alert all of a sudden lmao

2) drawing!! i spent years and years thinking i will never get to say that again, but here we are! drawing is great and brings so much joy to my day

3) semi-related to that, everyone's sweet and kind tags on my art. people have always been nice to me, but lately i feel like i'm always screencapping one thing or another for my treasure trove of nice comments 🥰

4) seeing other people share their works and enjoying what they do! i was going through the backlog of untagged stuff in my queue this evening and honestly it got me so emotional, i'm so glad people enjoy their lil guys, and make stuff for them and put them up for everyone to see… amazing, i love the internet.

5) my very own lil guy dkjfshf, idk. that post about sometimes having to be mentally ill about a character to get better, but instead of them being proud of me or whatever, it's trying to understand someone who thinks the world is good and inadvertently starting to find little joys around me. terribly embarrassing. but also. nice.

#ask #oneiroy #excuse the rambling i'm approximately 80 years old and it is 30 minutes past my bedtime

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swearyshera · 1 year

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I feel people like you, who post free entertainement on social medias, need some reminders, so here goes:

remember you don't owe us anything. No explaination, no apology, no excuse, no punctuality, not even quality.

If you need a break, take it and you don't have to tell us why or to give us a deadline.

If you didn't post at a time you scheduled to post, you don't need to rush, to give excuses or to apologize.

If your content doesn't please everyone, you don't have to redo it, (if it's you who aren't satisfied, you might want, but then again you have to find the good balance between being proud of yourself and being over perfectionist and never achieving anything because there's always something to fix)

Since you're providing entertainement (as opposed to someone who is doing a crucial job for someone's health, for instance, and who therefore needs to warn someone to replace them if necessary), you don't need to post or to be on time; you could give it all up, none of us is entitled to your content or your time. Since you're doing it for free you don't have a contract with any of us, therefore you face no consequence by being late or "bad" or just stopping.

If for some reason you posted less, less often, or nothing at all, there's plenty of entertainment providers on the internet. We love your content and will configure tumblr to get notifications when (if) you'll come back, but we don't need you, so please prioritize yourself, what you want, what is healthy for you.

Anyway I think I speak for all of us when I say this: it's best if you take your time, so that you're in good physical and mental health, to provide content you like, than if we get 100% of the "job" done right on time, but it made you feel bad. We wouldn't be happy about the result.

I absolutely love writing this and sharing it with everyone - I wouldn't have gotten this far if I didn't. And I have always prioritised my own wellbeing, as I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear - that's why I take short breaks at the end of each season, as well as either a break or a posting reduction in the middle. That gives me the time to take it easy and take days off all while not having to panic because the queue's running down rapidly.

Yes, this blog does take up a lot of my time outside of work - maybe more than it should, I probably spend a good 5 or 6 hours a week on it. But I'm happy to, and it's never a chore (some scenes can feel a bit dragging, so I normally just take a break and come back afresh the next day). And importantly, I still have time free to do other things.

One of the reasons I make funny things is that the world is not that funny and becoming less funny every day. If I can give people a reason to smile amongst all the gloom and doom, even if it's just for a second, I figure that's time well spent. Reading through the tags, the responses, the asks... that all makes it worthwhile because I know I've been able to make people happy (or I've just given them an emotional punch to the gut).

I'm so much better at keeping myself healthy than I used to be, and that includes making sure I'm not overworking myself. If something awful happened and I couldn't write for a week, I'd weather it just fine and wouldn't push myself beyond my limits. I love all of you, and that's why I do this. We're gonna get to the end, no problem!

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writing-for-life · 4 months

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Thank you for an amazing 2023!

About metas, fics and sparkly things…

This won’t be short, but you wouldn’t expect that from me, would you? 🤣

I’ve been on Tumblr for just a bit over a year because I needed to get off my family’s back after my three decades long Sandman brain-rot got worse again due to the Netflix series. I hovered around a handful of followers for months until things exploded (I still don’t know why tbh, I think it was one particular meta that kicked things off a bit), and I somehow ended up with hundreds of followers, which might not be much to some, but it’s a lot for me.

So to all of you I’d like to say: Thank you for being here. I don’t always manage to stay on top of things because my notifs are a mess and I lose track, plus I have a rather busy life and can often only write in batches and then queue, but each of you is appreciated, even if I accidentally forget to get back to you or if we aren’t mutuals.

I’ve made such lovely connections over the last year—my interest in The Sandman definitely does not align with the main focus that shan’t be named, and I’m glad that you folks are out there. You probably know who you are.

Now to the obligatory “your posts wrapped” thing—and I’m only doing it because I need to make a point (of course I do 🤣).

News and art

My by far most successful posts have been casting/shooting news and pretty pictures (two examples are linked). And I’m grateful for all the reblogs and likes of those, but apart from curating them, they’re not really me. They’re someone else’s work.

Meta analysis

Then you have my metas, which make up the bulk of the other posts that are doing quite well (you can find all of them in my pinned post).

Even if it wasn’t my most “successful” one (what does that even mean?), this one meant the most to me:

I love writing metas, whether they cover literary concepts, psychology, music or art because I’m a permanently brain-frazzled multi-hyphenate who has to talk about everything that won’t leave her alone.

I also love when you’re sending me asks btw. For the latter, I hope they pick up again in 2024 because they really nosedived since I switched off anonymous asks (which I won’t change, soz) after some people just thought it’s good sport to be an arse about my not being here to pray at the altar of the ship. I guess we have briefly covered the ugly side of Tumblr, too, then.

Writing

But what I'm most proud of when I think of all the things I've done in 2023 is my fiction and poetry. And that's both a happy and slightly sad thing to address.

My 31 Haikus for Sandtober started as a bit of fun, but they’ve developed a life of their own, and people seemingly liked them. The post also contains a bit of my fan-art:

I still intend to turn them into a hardcover at some point, but I won’t be able to create all the artwork myself, so if you’re a fan-artist and want to know what I’m thinking of, please get in touch (I’ll still talk about this in more detail at some point though).

The other thing I’m incredibly proud of is “The Light of Stars”.

I started it as a NaNoWriMo project in 2022 (I always use NaNo to do something that is less stressful than my professional writing projects), wrote it in a bit more than a month—and then did nothing with near 80,000 words until June 2023.

And then I thought “Fuck it,” and published it on Ao3. It’s a canon x OC fic, and this is where it gets a bit sad. Because for most of us writers, these are never the posts that get most engagement (the ratio is really something like 100 : 1 — 500 for a shitpost, 5 for an average writing post).

On Ao3, it gradually picked up because I published chapter after chapter, and I think I can say that it’s done fairly well over there in terms of engagement for an OC fic, and above all how people engage with it. Because it’s a bit deeper despite being romance, it deals with heavy topics like grief, and I’m so glad to have touched a few people’s hearts with it, and that it was meaningful to them. So much so that you all convinced me to write a sequel.

But here’s the thing: The general engagement with writing, especially non-explicit, non-ship, non-readerY/N on Tumblr is very, very low.

Writers who write canon x OC are still struggling to be heard through the noise (it’s not just me, I’ve had many conversations about this, so I’ll just say: I’ll speak for many of us). There are basically hardly any events for us to participate in (most of us only ever do so if we shift to canon one-shots, poetry or metas. If we don’t: Again, no one cares), and fandom often actively chooses to ignore us because “all OCs are self-inserts, ew.” Which is patently not true, and I could go on a long rant now why many canon x canon fics are very obvious self-inserts, which I won’t.

But even if all OCs were self-inserts, even if all characters were—so what? All writing is to a degree based on self-insertion because it comes from our brains—it’s not a bad thing. But apparently, it becomes a bad thing if the character is an OC, heaven knows why.

So if I had one wish (I’m allowed one, right?) for 2024, it would be that people engage more with OC fics and include them more in community events. That fandom, which prides itself in community, includes writers who don’t write for (the main) ship/s a bit more, especially if they don’t write smut (which I personally even do professionally, but I don’t want to have to do it in fanfic just to get engagement). I’m not holding my breath because I know that’s not where fandom’s oft single-minded focus lies, but a girl can dream, right?

And with that, I want to get to my proudest accomplishments of them all:

Being the curator queen of the sparkle realms:

Being one (arguably the main) instigator of the maddest crack ship that has ever graced (?) the face of the earth, spawned the most unhinged discussion (much truth in it though 🤣) and even NSFW fanart. I promise I’ll write that fic about Murphy and his Cool Hat:

Have a lovely 2024!

#2023 wrapped #the sandman #sandman #sandman meta #sandman fanfiction #sandman fanart #sparkle content #sparklecontent #murphy and his cool hat

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mwah

scatch what i said on that last post. idk her. im CHILLINGGGGG!!!

MarMon today: yes I celebrated. you gotta. duh. Patriot's Day-- a Mass thing!? Hilarious.

We went to the race and yelled and screamed and cheered on at various points. Walked a bunch. Got sunburnt in that shallow way, but my nose is pink. It was pretty emotional! So proud of everyone. Kept thinking that this is kind of one of the best things humanity can do. Anyway-- B)

Got sambas, lmfao?! Trying to look like a boy. Followed by some really good pasta. and then trying to look like a girl. i went to a frat! for the first time! i got champagne on my sambas. christened. the person who clocked me as queer at the party said "christened" after i had minutes prior. yeah. a good thing

- - i know the gender thing of it is ridiculous but for some reason my soft complicated body craves that sexual weirdness between men and women and particularly these young men and women in that..disgusting atmosphere. a disgusting atmosphere. really hungry for that generalization.. it's true. im really attracted to men

other than that^ being tough,

i went DANCINGGG!!!!!1!1!11!!11!!

and I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!111!1

What a GREAT night!!! i can't put into words how amazing i feel even though that is why i came here...shucks. has the moment past? did i spend too much time on the queue?

My foot is sore as I type this. I came home so inspired and read up on country swing vs other kinds (I knew jazz swing was the thing, and swing dancin aint line dancin !) then i listened to a lot of good music:

Slow Dancing - Aly & AJ * total classic for me lmao. damn they have the best spotify top 5

Let's Get Married - Bill Elliot Swing Orchestra * when i didn't yet understand that i had to look up **country** swing music. now i know ;) god i cant wait to go again

-- what is it?! i think its that i really love to dance, to move my body, to try and get it right, to improve? to be good? to have fun in a choreographed way. to conform. the do the correct thing. idk

here's what i think its really about: i think i like smootheness. and i like the click of a phenomenon you can't pull a word for. and short counts. and intention. and shape. mostly shape. beat, sure, too. i like beat. i like rising to it, and not tiring. i dont know how i get so obsessed. i need to go back. that was exactly what ive been looking for for months, and what i thought i found but only got in part in the club, which i go to for the dancing, the loud music, the blindingness. but i dont contribute there. my ears are filled but the sound can only vibrate me a little. im not, swung, literally. and i cant provide energy to the space like you can witcha boots awn. so yeah, i think thats really it. dancing. i fucking love dancing. ive always fucking loved dancing. for real! really! i never got that good, yeah. but i fucking loved it thats for sure. i always wanted someone to actually teach me shit. they didnt do that enough in theatre. maybe they did. maybe i just wasnt that talented. not now though. dead. fucking. ass. just input my entire work calendar that i have access to because this shits getting real my life is mine and theres fan fucking tastic things to be doing with it.

alright...i could continue...i'll pick up the rest in my dairy ;* not gonna get too personal, phew. uhm. eh hem.

That Don't Impress Me Much - Shania Twain

Tequila - Dan + Shay

End of Beginning - Djo * lmao i got on this because i saw some interview w him online as im jamminggugghh i got sucked in. then all this happened:

Change - Djo * so much better than the one blowin up btw

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics, etc * i looked up more songs like Change :| hahaha. then all this happened:

Lifetime - Yves Tumor

Pop Song - Perfume Genius

Here Comes the Rain Again - Eurythmics, etc

Here Comes Your Man - Pixies

Eye in the Wall - Perfume Genius

Boys - Amen Dunes * at this point my original mission is fucked. the intention's gone. i'm so far from where i started: country lovin

at the same time the joint i rolled before we went out and shared on the way home is getting its way through my system for sure. its approaching 2am, woah! full day tomorrow but not nearly as inspired at this one. this one's literally how you're supposed to live . well maybe beer not getting stolen at the bar mmmm. mhm. yeah i'll tack that on as well.

i didnt, dont, want to let go of tonight skrrreorgihveouhv!!!! uuuummm! yeah i should keep thinking about it. : ) : ) hehehehehe

Man! I Feel Like a Woman! - Shania Twain

<3 , so much ;)

Kate

#AAAAHAHAHAHA #YKTR #name of the blog bitch #cuntcuntcuntcunt

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selfundiagnosed · 2 months

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Insane that my mom ran the most popular patrick stump archival blog on tumblr + was a full time lawyer + was raising two mentally ill kids + doing culinary arts school + having a cookie business. I think its her autism i wont lie. But now its all catching up to her and she has no energy which would be the ehlers danlos fault this time.. tried to convince her to steal her old url back but on cohost so she made an account but couldnt immediately make side blogs but boy oh boy. she would be giving the fall out boy fandom what they want and more. Shes like i cant do it again i have no idea how i did it before im like ma! its called having boundaries. Shes like i cant do that when i have a special interest its called autism. Im like right but queue posts for once a day and find 30 pictures from a photo set and boom one months worth of posting fall out boy and you can conserve your energy. But she doesnt know how to do her special interests in moderation. Im honestly just glad she went and accepted a bunch of access to her mega archive folder thingy. But shes so mad she doesnt have access to like her actual archive bc the website she used go archive everything changed their subscription plans and she has so many photos it would be like a zillion dollars she doesnt have 😭 like bogus i remember photo storing websites were so free. Take me back to 2010 for real :T Anyway she used to get so mortified when i told my friends as a teen about her blog i actually told her coworker once and her coworker somehow RETAINED the url and went home and looked at her blog and she was so upset at me 😭😭 but now like she kinda doesnt give a fuck anymore bc fall out boy was her special interest for an entire decade and she’s over it. Obviously still a big big fan but not in bandom anymore. Her new special interest is a band i introduced her to when i was 13 and its kinda cringe so i dont talk about it but she also ran an archival blog for THIS band and i told my friend at a sleepover who liked this band about her blog and they fucking FOLLOWED HER and shit bricks and my mom was MORTIFIED. But anyway yeah she doesnt gaf now if i tell people she was this blog and i even posted a tiktok about it once and people started doing detective work that would make her autistic self so proud…. Bc thats what she was good at! sleuthing stalking detective work on the band. Pete wentz privately answered several of her asks on tumblr i’ll see if she can send me the asks and their responses. But yeah she doesnt care anymore. her original url was scrubbed by tumblr and shes very angry about it bc it was an original bandom url for patrick stump so shes like wtf ever i dont wanna touch this im so mad. Which SAAAAME. ive done that so many times. She started permitting access to people who requested it for one of her photo archive website thingies she left in her last post. But yeaaaahhh… she was patrick stump for halloween in like 2008 and she won the costume contest bc she had rhe coolest sideburns and looked so much like him. My first ever concert was a fall out boy concert in spring 2007 i was 6 turning 7 within the next few months lemme just say the music video for carpel tunnel of love played on the screen as they played the song and my brother and i was so traumatized. But then immediately they played this aint a scene after that and we were like HELL YEAAAAAAAAA. And my brother (5 at the time) and i knew every single song and sang along and my mom went look at everyone else no one else knows these songs. You guys are so cool. And we looked around and yeah no one was singing the songs and were sooo excited! Oh and theres that one time she recorded us singing keep it simple by cobra starship and THEY PUT IT ON THEIR MYSPACE PAGE AT THE TOP WE FLIPPED SHIT. i wish THAT video was still up. Shes also met fall out boy so many times and walked away from patrick stump while he was talking to her bc she didnt want to take up his time at a meet and greet. Omg. so many memories. I was literally raised in online bandom thats so insane. Maybe thats why im a homosexual

#ruminating on my moms fall out boy tumblr #and how i had an oversharing / bragging problem at her expense

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kucho04 · 3 months

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Ooh how about 5, 12, 20 for Takao (I'm predictable)

Hello <3 thank you for asking! 5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? Fun question! I don't relate songs to characters very often, but for Takao I pick BONES UK - Milk maybe for the vibes, lyrics, or all combined :D

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

The occasional super detailed model kit hobby when bored at home. Seeing the final thing makes all the time invested worth it, displayed with proud on a tiny shelf on his wall

Also it unconsciously helps to immerse into his thoughts without getting interrupted 20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter? With no doubts, Himuro They turned besties

And that's it! Believe it or not, this took me a decent amount of time lol I try to reply to these (2 more on queue if I recall) in a slow path otherwise I will be all day on it. But it is super fun so I am thankful <3 For anyone reading this, if you'd like to ask too, you can check the post I recently reblogged!

#as a bonus: takao is a trans icon #once again all my effort into not oversharing #I like to read long replies from others though #I just cringe way too much at my own writing attempts haha

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 1 year

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I posted 266 times in 2022

10 posts created (4%)

256 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rainbowrowell

@letraspal

@sailorblossoms

@artsyunderstudy

@stardustasincocaine

I tagged 266 of my posts in 2022

#simon snow - 204 posts

#baz pitch - 188 posts

#snowbaz - 168 posts

#carry on - 157 posts

#good art - 144 posts

#any way the wind blows - 89 posts

#cscb art queue - 80 posts

#wayward son - 67 posts

#simon snow series - 58 posts

#the simon snow trilogy - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the poses—on guard and confrontational at watford/facing away from each other for wayward son/tender and turned towards each other in awtwb

My Top Posts in 2022:

Fic author self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Hey anon, thanks for the ask and thanks also to @messofthejess for tagging me to do this! I’m always awkward with any kind of self-promo but here goes.

Always the Sun (Teen, 11K) Baz Pitch is a well-recognized face and name in the intense world of high fashion. Fashion Week finds him unexpectedly thrust into forced proximity with Simon Snow, the inexperienced model who has become Watford's new face and director Mage's new protege.

Self-indulgent fluff. I had the best time writing this—their game of 20 questions particularly and I always love writing flustered Baz.

Little Secrets (Teen 2.5K) Simon joins a Live Action Role Play club and meets Baz there. Penny knows nothing about it and attempts to introduce them, since she's friends with Baz. In an effort to get out of telling her about the LARPing Simon gets himself in far more of a situation with the story he concocts. Baz decides to role play along with him.

Short one shot written in response to a tumblr prompt. I had such fun including all the canon call backs and having Baz just run with Simon’s story.

Let My Love Open the Door (Teen, 12K) Baz is a teacher quarantined at home and Simon is doing temp work delivering food for The Girl and the Goat, a local pub. A craving for a burger leads to Baz ordering from the pub, followed by weeks of mutual pining, the slow burn of a developing relationship thwarted by the physical constraints of social distancing, and a refrigerator full of pub food.

A completely self-indulgent, fluffy quarantine fic with mutual pining, wingman Agatha, and erotic hand holding. And flustered Baz. Again.

Bad Case of Loving You (Teen, 8K) Medical AU where Simon is an A&E (Emergency Room) physician and Baz is a surgeon. A miserable day and night on call bring Simon and Baz to some realizations about themselves and each other--amid medical emergencies, automobile wrecks, and call room mishaps.

This fic brought my fandom favorites into my world, into my line of work. They fell into this medical AU so easily and made me laugh so much as I was writing it.

Can’t Find My Way Home (Teen, 65K) Former school roommates Baz and Simon run into each other at an airport when their flight is cancelled due to inclement weather. They team up to try to get home for the holiday but luck is not on their side. A Travel AU with planes, trains, automobiles, snowstorms, road trip mishaps, mutual pining, bickering and banter, gratuitous use of tropes, and quite a bit of romance.

This is my longest completed fic, my most popular Ao3 and Carry On fandom fic. I enjoyed writing it so much. It was a daily part of my life for months and I still find myself thinking about this AU. I’m proud of the story arc and the characterizations. And the fact that it’s the one multi-chapter fic I sort of managed to finish.

This was fun. In looking over this list my favorites definitely all fall into the “fluffy AUs that make me laugh” category. 😂

Not sure who’s been tagged but I’ll tag @bazzybelle @fight-surrender @sourcherrymagiks @tea-brigade @palimpsessed

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UNSUNG HEROES

Thanks for the tag @bazzybelle

post your three most under-appreciated bookmarks! fics you love that may be flying under the radar!

1. Recapture The Magic by rainbowbaz

This is an older fic and I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t have more hits. I know some people have read it but it you haven’t check it out!! It’s one of my early favorites and one I come back to again and again.

Summary:

“If you don’t meet your spouse at Watford, Penny says, you could end up alone – or going on singles tours of Magickal Britain."

Ten years after Watford, Simon is lonely and magic-less, and ends up doing exactly what he vowed he would never do - going on a singles tour of Magickal Britain. The only problem is that out of all the mages in England, he's been matched with Baz Pitch, who seems just as moody, rude and annoyingly attractive as he used to be.

2. Wings by @aristocratic-otter

This is a post-Wayward Son fic that imagines the gang back at Watford after their return from America. It tenderly confronts the idea that Simon retains some residual magic, explores his Salisbury family connections, and gives such a lovely snapshot of this found family, and the depth of love between Simon and Baz. It’s a very healing fic. Canon divergent now that AWTWB is out but oh so worth the read. Just lovely.

Summary:

Simon may not have lost his magic after all.

3. Written in the Scars by half_a_numpty

Ok, full disclosure, I am so fond of reading domestic fluff and this totally hits the domestic fluff buttons, but it also is a very healing fic to read? It’s like an epilogue to AWTWB. It addresses some of their past Watford-era conflict and it features body worship and intimacy and just go read it! (Also, it’s this author’s first fic in the fandom and I’d like to see more from them.)

Summary:

A night at home a week after events of AWTWB. Simon and Baz in bed. An exploration of scars. Memories of their time at Watford. Confessions. Boys in love. Mostly fluff but a little hint of more. AWTWB spoilers.

I’m sure everyone’s been tagged but just in case I’m tagging @midnightbluskies @fight-surrender @penpanoply @meenawrites @makedonsgriva @angelsfalling16 @otherworldsivelivedin @amphipodgirl @ladymac111 and anyone else who would like to add their under-appreciated favorites

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This is a selection from the massive Simon Snow playlist I’ve been putting together over the past few years. This is a smaller collection of songs that make me think of Simon–at his best, at his worst, and somewhere in between. They span the Carry On, Wayward Son and Any Way the Wind Blows years. A few songs have been pulled from the official playlists but not many.

Happiest of birthdays to you, Simon Snow. You deserve the world. And Baz would do anything to be able to give the world to you 💚. Enjoy the cake and the love of those around you 💜.

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My Rosebud Boy

By @rainbowrowell

(slightly) Spoilery mood board

Below the cut

49 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS!!!

I can’t believe it’s been a year. All the love to this dragon-winged boy and his vampire boyfriend. Thank you for their story @rainbowrowell 💚

106 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Spotify

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bethanyactually · 1 year

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I posted 11,023 times in 2022

That's 2,823 more posts than 2021!

170 posts created (2%)

10,853 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@beturass

@ponyregrets

@jicklet

@twelvemonkeyswere

@hi-intrepid-heroes

I tagged 10,715 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#queue of themyscira - 8,188 posts (this makes sense since I queue the majority of my posts)

#nancy drew cw - 1,619 posts (definitely my new blorbos)

#nancy x ace - 857 posts

#d20 - 700 posts (still coming in strong!)

#video - 535 posts (this is an organizational tag)

#the internet was made for cats - 482 posts

#ace [redacted] - 268 posts

#art - 257 posts (organizational tag)

#fan art - 253 posts (organizational tag--I bet most of these were for d20!)

#nancy drew - 247 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#me after an entire season of this show: we are all haunted by the ghosts of our past. in this essay i will explore how the cw's nancy drew—

(I stand by this tag, and I will send you the essay if you ask nicely 😉)

I sent 2 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

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my 11-year-old is justifiably proud of this joke

[ID: two cartoon drawings of a gender-neutral person wearing a hoodie striped in the colors of the nonbinary pride flag.

In the first, the speech bubble coming from the person's mouth says, "what do you call a nonbinary person's playlist?" In the second, they're holding up a cassette tape, and the speech bubble says, "a 'mxtape'"

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1,345 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I crocheted this cat-approved hue shift for a friend’s 40th birthday last year.

I’m working on a second hue shift for another friend right now, and after I was done crocheting all the squares, I realized I screwed up the pattern in a way that’s gonna be a pain in the butt to fix and I’m still grumpy about it. So I’m posting this one to remind myself (and you!) that even if something’s not perfect it’ll still be good. 🌈💛

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Two photos of a rainbow-colored crocheted Hue Shift blanket with a thick black border, laid out neatly on a hardwood floor. In the first photo, two gray tuxedo cats are sitting on the blanket, one looking up at the camera while the other looks at the first cat.

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1,420 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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(Those two top posts are, interestingly, ones that I blazed as an experiment! I selected the cheapest option with the fewest number of impressions both times.)

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #long post

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katierosefun · 1 year

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I posted 7,992 times in 2022

1,444 posts created (18%)

6,548 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightasthesun

@wanderingbasilisk

@andthentheywilleatthestars

@ettelwenailinon

@kckenobi

I tagged 7,986 of my posts in 2022

#queue could stay - 3,445 posts

#me - 811 posts

#answered - 760 posts

#beyond evil - 622 posts

#caroline talks - 472 posts

#anon - 437 posts

#important - 373 posts

#sw - 356 posts

#swcw - 230 posts

#laugh rule - 220 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#but yeah idk i feel like i’m never anyone’s first choice. i’m never going to be anyone’s best friend never someone who’s joined at the hip

My Top Posts in 2022:

i love how beyond evil really said “okay, so like, han joo won. you see him? handsome face, nice build, deep voice for days. he looks cool, right?” and then immediately tossed that out the window and said instead, “now he’s a fucking pathetic bullyable baby who would eat out of the palm of the local dilf’s hand he screams cries throws up breaks down breaks up with people he’s never even dated”

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beyond evil is great on many levels because on one level you have an insanely poetic story about how a tragedy can break a family and then on another level you have another insanely poetic story about how justice properly works and how emotions are so important when it comes to bringing that same justice into reality and then on another level you have a beautiful love story about two men who learn that the other is not a monster but is in fact someone who’s just very sad and struggling with the weight of their families and then on another level you have han joo won’s self-discovery that he’s a kinky slut

617 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

sometimes i feel sad about anakin skywalker because imagine being 23 years old and feeling simultaneously like a god and yet feeling so miserably tired and angry because you’ve already lost too many people and you are 23 years old and people say things about how they can’t wait to see what you do next and you are 23 years old and you are simultaneously a scared kid who might lose another person and an arrogant fool who thinks they could keep themselves from losing another person and you are 23 years old and you are smiling at the kid who might turn out to be better than you’ve ever been and you are 23 years old and you feel numb when your best friend in the whole world tells them they’re proud of you and you are 23 years old and you are supposed to be only going up and you are 23 years old and instead you crash quite miserably, terribly and you are 23 years old and instead of looking up at the stars, you swallow ash and dirt

952 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

the way the obi-wan kenobi series is quite honestly a fever dream for obi-wan kenobi fans in the best way you’ve got depressed ptsd obi-wan you’ve got obi-wan being an awkward depressed uncle/dad figure you’ve got obi-wan having vague memories of his birth family but ultimately calling the jedi his new family you’ve got obi-wan being a socially awkward bc see: trauma you’ve got obi-wan being cute with his lil’ eopie friend you’ve got obi-wan having nightmares you’ve got obi-wan hallucinating anakin in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere and we’re only halfway through besties

1,477 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

being a fic writer can be hard because sometimes you’ll get a random scene in your head and be like “oh this is neat! can i get some context?” and the characters go “lol no, figure it out” and so you need to shake your own brain like it’s a piggy bank like come on, there’s gotta be some more quarters in here . . .

17,070 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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i don't know how to tag but!!! have fun, everyone!!

#caroline talks #JESUS christ about my longest tag okay don't look at me lmao

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Queue Building Event

Just in case nobody has told you today, my beautiful readers - you look gorgeous, today. You are doing amazing and I'm proud of each and every one of you for what you've gotten done today, no matter how small it may seem to you!

Now, onto business! To kind of mark me returning to writing on here and to help me build a queue, I'll be rehosting an event that had been very successful the last time I did it and that I'm hoping will be as successful this time! Like most of my events, this will be a large, multi-day thing! I have no limits on the amount of questions you can send in, the amount of characters you can ask for, etc. Unless I'm particularly inspired by an ask or it's super quick to answer, I'll be queuing up the replies! If the ask falls into one of those two though, I'll likely answer it straight away whenever I get a spare moment in my busy days!

The event will go as follows: It opens tonight. For all of tonight, until the post tomorrow night announcing the new event day, I'll be accepting requests for the first day of the event and so on and so forth! The event days will be as follows:

DAY ONE, october 23: This day is all about music! I’ll be accepting all music mix requests! This is the only time I’ll do anything for shipping - send in a ship and I’ll create a playlist around that ship. Send in a character and I’ll do the same! If you don’t want full mixes or want more of theme, check out the following musical prompts - prompt 1, prompt 2, prompt 3, and prompt 4! If requesting for a prompt, please let me know the prompt number! There’s no limit on the characters or ships requested for though if there are multiple characters/ships, the mixes will be smaller!

DAY TWO, october 24: Today is all about AU’s! I’ll be accepting headcanon requests for various AU’s! Do you want AU’s for a certain decade - Tsuna as a 90′s kid for example or Hiruma Yoichi as a pirate? Do you want AU’s for a specific profession - Reigen as a soldier during WWII, Yata as a teacher, Genos as a retail worker, Sanzo a superhero? Do you want AU’s for a specific genre - Ronin Warriors as a cop show, Nanbaka as a horror movie, Servamp as a boarding school, Bleach a paranormal mystery? If you’re having trouble coming up with AU’s yourself, feel free to use the following prompts - prompt 1, prompt 2, prompt 3, prompt 4, prompt 5, prompt 6.

DAY THREE, october 25: The theme of the day is personalization! If you submit a description of yourself (and please be thorough, focusing on your hobbies, personality and likes/dislikes more than your appearance), I can do match-up’s (platonic or romantic), self-shipping headcanons, or complete the pairing prompt! Please be specific in your description, I cannot stress that enough, and let me know if you’re looking for a romantic match, a platonic match, the pairing prompt, or self-shipping headcanons! Also, please let me know if you wish to remain anonymous or be tagged in the reply under your username!

DAY FOUR, october 26: The theme of the day is underloved characters! Though it’s an often-used theme, it’s a good one! I’ll be accepting any types of headcanon requests, fanmix request, character aesthetic requests, gif reaction requests or similar for any character underloved by canon or fanon! This includes all prompts and memes currently posted here! My regular rules still apply though.

DAY FIVE, october 27: Today is all about polyships! Send me two-five characters and the number of one of the following prompts - prompt one, prompt two, prompt three, prompt four, prompt five - and I will write about those characters in a poly relationship/harem with the reader!

DAY SIX, october 28: I love holidays! Doesn’t everyone? Even if it’s out of season, send any holiday themed asks - fanmixes, headcanon requests, gif reactions, special holiday themed aesthetics, etc. - for any holiday and up to three characters! I’ll also be accepting the following holiday themed prompts - prompt one, prompt two, prompt three, prompt four!

DAY SEVEN, october 29: Let’s get smutty in here! Send me NSFW headcanon requests for a single character or a gif reaction request for up to three characters! Send me a kink and a character and I’ll give you a yay or a nay for whether they’d enjoy it or not! I’ll also accept single character requests for up to five symbols/questions per prompt out of the NSFW prompts listed here!

DAY EIGHT, october 30: Today’s theme is all about the supernatural and paranormal! Monsters and ghosts and witches, oh my! Fairies and elves and goblins, things that go bump in the night! Zombies and vampires, oh what a fright! Send in any paranormal or supernatural themed headcanon, fanmix, aesthetic, or gif reaction requests for up to three characters!

DAY NINE, october 31: Today is all about the character questions! Please be sure to specify the prompt number and character if using a prompt! Prompts - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!

DAY TEN, november 1: It’s all about Disney! Send in any requests that have to do with Disney!

DAY ELEVEN, november 2: It’s a contest between characters! Send in two to seven characters and the number for any of the following prompts and I’ll answer to the best of my ability! Prompts: one, two, three, four

DAY TWELVE, november 3: Today is all about aesthetics! Feel free to request character or group aesthetics, themed or non-themed!

DAY THIRTEEN, november 4: Today we’re ending things with a relaxing sleepover! Treat me as a character and ask me anything from any prompt! Talk to me about your day, your favourite characters, your pets! Play fuck, marry, kill! Make me pick between horrible things! Ask me about fandoms! Basically anything goes today - this is just a fun day!

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gonnahackyourheart · 1 year

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I posted 102 times in 2022

6 posts created (6%)

96 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hacked-by-jake

@slow-hazel

@incorrectnessduskwood

@duskwoodraven

@gonnahackyourheart

I tagged 67 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#cleaning my drafts into queue - 59 posts

#fanfiction - 6 posts

#duskwood - 3 posts

#dan the man - 2 posts

#alan bloomgate - 2 posts

#so i am playing ep 10 - 2 posts

#finally playing duskwood for ep10 that i havent played yet - 1 post

#xd - 1 post

#🤣🤣 - 1 post

#ducks - 1 post

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#right? they're all anxions but still need to have regular photoshoots

My Top Posts in 2022:

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(get it, it’s a gif of aurora)

Phil x MC; group x MC

Word count: 799 Reading time: 00:03:11 (says Hemingwayapp)

A/N: I know the ending is rushed, but I didn’t know what to do with it.

(not the one im proud of, just getting it ot after a year)

You’d thought that Duskwood would welcome me with open arms. That I’d step out of the bus into sunny town and go and surprise my friends with a visit. No. It was pouring, the bus was late and my friends weren’t answering.

When I stepped onto the sidewalk near the town’s square, it was already dark. I hid in the opposite house’s entrance and checked my phone. Still no text. I didn’t tell anyone about my trip, I thought I’d surprise them. They planned to go to Aurora tonight, which seemed like a good opportunity to see everyone. So I decided to go right to the bar and try to find them there. Navigating through the town wasn’t that difficult, I had the town's map well memorised. I was in front of the bar in no time.

It was pretty busy at Aurora. I removed my wet coat at the entrance and looked around. There was no familiar face. Except one tall figure behind the bar. I wanted to ignore him and squeeze past him unnoticed, but as on cue, he turned his head towards the door. His shit-eating grin showed that he recognized me immediately. Well, he could know where everybody was.

He served a drink and walked over to me. “Hello beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Hi Phil. I heard these woods are great for hikes, thought I’d try it.” “Let me know if you need someone to keep you company. Want a drink?” I nodded. He went away before I could say what I wanted. He was back in seconds. “On the house.” He winked at me as he put a drink in front of me. “How did I deserve that?” I asked. “You came all this way to visit me. I am flattered.” “Wow, am I that see-through?” I asked and sipped the drink. He correctly guessed what I liked, which was impressive. “Do you know where Jessy is?” “She’s in the booth in the corner with everybody else. She didn’t say you were coming” “Because she doesn’t know. You are not fighting anymore?” “We are working on it.” His eyes drifted off behind me for a moment. “I hope it’s not the last time I see you. You still owe me an autograph,” he reminded me of our last and only chat. I didn't have a chance to answer, because someone's arms wrapped around me. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you let me now?” “Jessy!” I gasped and hugged her back. “I wrote to you when I was near Duskwood, but nobody answered.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't check my phone all evening. I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone!” “Wait, I don't want to leave my bag behind,” you pointed towards your backpack at the foot of the stool. She turned to Phil: “Hey, can they leave their bag in the back room?” Phil shrugged. “Fine with me.” “Great!” Jessy exclaimed, grabbed my bag and my hand, and pulled me towards the nearby door. “See you later,“ I threw in Phils direction. “Looking forward to it,” he gave me another wink and turned back to other customers.

It was more quiet in the backroom. Jessy put my bag next to the table. ”Don’t worry, it’s safe here. I hope Phil didn’t bother you.” “We barely talked.” She turned to me and grabbed my hands. “I am really happy you're here,” she beamed at me. “It’s so strange to see you before me. Now you are not only speech bubble anymore” “Well, you should get used to it, I wanna be here for two weeks.” I grinned at her. “That’s awesome.” She squeezed my hands. “But now you have to meet others.”

She led me into the back booth. Richy spotted us first and hopped out of his seat to spin me around. And then I traveled from his arms to another, greeting with everyone. They found me a seat in the middle. The conversation was light spirited from the start, nobody wanted to discuss events of the last two weeks. I felt very comfortable, right in the middle of their teasing and playful bickering. Richy was the one who dragged me onto the dancing floor. We chatted and danced till morning. Or rather Arora's closing hour, which was around one in the morning.

During the night I stole a glance towards the bar, to find Phil looking at me milliseconds later, smiling. ‘This trip will be interesting’ I tought. Then I averted my gaze back to the group. I was so grateful that I could be there with everyone. Sun smiled upon me, despite the rain.

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Jake 🤗

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MC, after chatting to a new man is available

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What is with Donfort siblings and wanting help from me, calm down guys, there's three of you and only one of me! Gimme a break

7 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

MC, after chatting to a new man is available

11 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #lame #lol

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