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indecisive-dizzy · 2 months

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I love Latter Pillar so much you don’t understand i adore him have have some headcanons for him

Daisey literally pulls Howdy BY THE ANTENNA and makes him give Latter a hug. They like Latter, he’s sweet. But him being dramatic sometimes gets on their nerves

Daisey and Lizzy do partake in the Latter teasing, but they usually shut it down if it gets to mean (Latter protection squad say what)

Latter and Eddie besties real, Latter reads his poetry in the post office and Eddie just listens while doing his mailman duties

Honey’s mean to him, but secretly like his poetry. He thinks it’s so bad it’s funny

He runs a poetry club, he’s made a few friends from it too :3

Lizzy loves her brother, she really does, but she cannot stand to hear his bad poetry. She send him ads for poetry lessons and he gets sad about it

Also randomly put in but I love those little bee kids (I don’t know their names :,) ) they look so cute I love them

Latter has 6 arms me thinks, idk if that’s confirmed lmao

I’m mentally I’ll and that update destroyed me so I’m focusing on Howdy’s dramatic, flamboyant brother :3

The Howdy's nephews (the cater-bee children <3) are Howdo and Youdo! I can't remember if its one "o" or two tho haha

But yes Latter is just,,, he's so,, Soo ajdhjssj <3 I love him and his silly dramatics and bad poetry

Forcing siblings to hug is hilarious! I should know as a Certified Annoying Sibling Who Likes Hugs >:3 so good Daisey lol Howdy needs to hug his brother

Lighthearted teasing is fun, and I think if Latter was genuinely friends with whomever he'd go along with it, maybe do improv poetry to tease them back dramatically pff

Yeah you think Howdy would be upset that his brother is friends with the mailman? Bc Latter and Eddie besties Is real and in your home <3 They could write each other letters when it's not the holidays and Latter send Eddie his poetry for approval bc Eddie is too nice to say it's bad <3 (cough Latter getting a crush on Eddie? whaaaatt cough)

Howdy secretly enjoying things feels on brand lol. but him enjoying it for the wrong reason (so bad it's funny) is hilarious

Sorry but my oc CJ would be apart of Latter's poetry club <3 They're friends now Speaking of the poetry club, I imagine they do slam poetry and Latter is really bad but trying his best lol

Not the Poetry Lesson ads 😭 sobbs why she gotta do him dirty like that sjdbsjdhj lmao

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chussyracing · 17 days

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hey random question, I'm trying to follow more scuderia ferrari (that support mainly charles) blog. who would you reccomend?

I'll just give you my follow list and hope you find who you wanted in there!! Disclaimer: these are the people I like and whose content I enjoy. They all have their personal preferences and also like different drivers and different series and different sports. Make sure to check them out for yourself <3

@balaclavacharles @deercharles @sharl-leclair @evilscuderia @charlescherie @lukamodric @sauber-sharl @lizablackthorn @never-looked-so-good @charles-pitlane @sedicii @forzafinally @ferraricrimesyndicate @leclarrihamilton @leclerrari @maranello

#not mentioned because i focused more on charles/ferrari fans but deserve a shoutout anyway:#shey's secondary blog #jeanalesiofficial who may or may not be the real jean alesi you never know #mistressmmedi crap i never know how to spell it. love their blog but if you are looking for purely charles/ferrari this is more fun and F1 #caffeinatedlovergirl my ice hockey bestie who understands the pain of being a charles fan #and olibearman. no idea who is behind that blog but i love the kid and love seing what he is posting through them since i am not really #on other social media. thank you for your service #ask #e #blog rec

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averlym · 1 year

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Honestly any Araleyn stuff would be amazing :)

gonna flirt with a girl (or three) to make him jel-

#thank you for the ask! have a nice day :)#click for better quality #i love the glowy eye thing i've been wanting to do this for years and never getting around to it! girlbosses #hc that aragon is holding a ring tied to the chain around her neck #also the tag for them in-show is like #absolute badass monarchs #which is really. vibes i guess #anyway. who cares about henry when you could be besties with his wife #six the musical #six the musical fanart #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #araleyn #aralyn #ask me stuff???#and with that i'm logging off for the night! bye see you all some other time

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bi-bats · 2 months

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rapidly shaking your hands up and down, meesh

Jaytim are the epitome of "stay together, because neither of you should be inflicted on other people" and "I don't want what you have. But it seems to work for you so go off I guess"

LIZ BESTIE YOU ARE SO CORRECT AND IT'S SOMETHING I'VE MENTIONED BEFORE ON HERE AND I FORGET WHERE BUT FR

MY FAVORITE FLAVOR OF THEM IS NOBODY DESERVES TO HAVE TO PUT UP WITH EITHER OF THEM AND NEITHER OF THEM DESERVES ANYTHING BUT EACH OTHER!!! THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER (AFFECTIONATELY DEROGATORY)*

*worth noting that this is also true of damitim in my heart of hearts

#🗡🐕 ragnarokhound #i do not remember why I made this your bestie tag but I sure did do that #anyways hi liz!!!!#missed you!!!!#i love all my fandom ppl and I wish I had more energy to be active rn 💚#fr tho i love hearing from yall and every time one of you sends me an ask or a post or something a kitten is born #or a puppy or a tree or an angel or something #it makes the world a better place fr thank you for doing your part #batsasks #bibatrambles #jaytim

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tickle-bugs · 1 year

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I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons.

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way.

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer.

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face.

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself.

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk.

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes.

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended.

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside.

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense.

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well.

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head.

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill.

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh.

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches.

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks.

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying.

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him.

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!” Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek.

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face.

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom.

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell.

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh.

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt.

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly.

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply.

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one.

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him.

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve.

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters.

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again.

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both.

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture.

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly.

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life.

#my fics #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ticklish!steve harrington #ticklish!eddie munson #me answering this ask and sweating: dont write an essay dont write an essay there's already a fic attached to this dont--#anyways thank you anon ive been sitting on these kind words for a little bit and it really means a lot to me. <3 #kind anons carry this blog on their backs fr #also codependent besties stobin are everything to me. robin steals steves clothes and then he just starts giving them to her #also at the end robin definitely is saying that eddie laughs like a goblin and steves like yeah. he does <3 #continuation of the 'robin has a key to steve's house' saga

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hourcat · 16 days

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piarles + bow!! for me!! 🎀

It's never been weird between them, Pierre swears, not once: they've been friends since they were small, growing up together on the same street, playing in the same parks as they'd agreed to be paleontologists or astronauts or footballers, and it'd never mattered once to him that Charles was a girl in all that time--even when they'd gotten shipped off to different high schools across town, it hadn't changed their relationship.

But now...now, as Pierre stands out in front of Charles' house waiting with his shitty Honda parked out front, all but trembling in this oddly-tailored suit for prom, he thinks the line of weird may have finally been crossed after all these years.

It's finally been crossed because Charles in her dress looks beautiful--not covered in dirt or wearing ragged clothes she'd stolen from her older brother, or even in her usual baggy jeans look, but really elegant in a way that Pierre had never even imagined her in before; red fabric that has to be satin spilling down her legs, tapering off at her ankles, a bunched up flower nestled in the perfect center of her chest. Her hair is curled intentionally and not just from humidity--ringlets spilling over her shoulders, a stunning red bow peeking out from behind her head to tie some of it back, and oh.

"What are you looking at," she deadpans, but her mouth is curved up in that usual smirk she gives him, and Pierre realizes that her lipstick matches her dress; he clutches the corsage case tighter and shakes his head, trying to play it off, but it's no use--she's caught him red-handed as she starts making her way towards the car, and when her smirk stretches into a full-on grin, he knows he's doomed.

#🎀! for you my love! yes!#tomboy charles and her bestie pierre go to both of their proms together....<3 #this is pierre's (senior prom - the first one) and it's a whole mess and pierre maybe tries to kiss her at the end of the night #but stops before she can kiss him back properly. so it's WEIRD. and they don't see each other as much for the next few weeks #but then pierre decides to ask her to junior prom for real and she's like ''??'' but accepts #and he's like. i want to be your boyfriend i think. and charles tries to make the ''you're a boy and my friend'' joke but #pierre is like. ''cha. i mean it. i want to...i want to be your boyfriend.'' and if she swoons a little who's gonna judge #anyway they go to HER prom as a couple and they DO kiss for real and it's FANTASTIC and then stay together forever the end #sorry 🎀 i got a little carried away in the tags #THANK U <3 #10 x 16 #fic #five sentence fic meme #ask reply #Anonymous #🎀

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gemkun · 13 days

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hi i've noticed how incredibly difficult it is to write threads with people so i think the best approach might be to stick to one thread per person and go from there instead of juggling like 20 asks that are all single instances. if you want to thread with me please give this a like and i will slink over for discussion !

#* ✦ 𝐈. ❮ ooc ❯ ⸻ ❝#i was talking to the besties about this issue i face with falling short in character dynamic developments #because my approach so far has literally just been answering asks and prompts which is great but that takes away from the development #i do discuss in dms which does give substance but it would be amazing if i could stick to a thread with more than 4 notes for once #i might make a spreadsheet to help keep track since i like to sprinkle my responses to different people so everyone gets a fair share #but yes i am going to move away from prompts unless i feel like i can juggle some extra replies since i want to flesh out interactions #also by one person i mean like since i have multiple muses it would be great if you could pick one and just stay with that pls #until i get a break from my busy work life anyway #thank you for understanding !

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magicaldreamfox1 · 4 months

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If it’s not too late: phone sex operator vegas au?

hi hello ily it is NEVER too late to talk abt phone sex operator vegas au

so have u ever seen hit show castle (2009)–

akgkdl okay brace urself it's backstory time. so anyone who knows me knows that i am a big castle (2009) enthusiast (the ONLY show i refuse to watch with it's original english audio this is a german dub party ONLY) i have rewatched the entire series all 8 season MULTIPLE times. now i do this while giffing i put it on and then it plays in the corner of my screen while i do my thing.

and one day season 4 episode 12 came up. now if u are not well versed in castle (2009) lore in this episode a young woman is found murdered and her death is quickly connected to the mayor of new york who is a good friend of castle. now the mayor plotline isn't important what's important is that the victim used to have like a really good job and then gave it up and threw away all her electronic devices and moved into a shitty little apartment for seemingly no reason. while investigating the victim's job castle and beckett are led to: dial a goddess. a phone sex hotline call center.

most of this isn't important i just like castle

so as i was watching this i was like wait a fucking moment. vp brainrot → vp in photoshop → castle phone sex call center in the corner → vp phone sex operator au

so! now i get to the part where i actually tell u abt the au alvkdkfks

pete as the poorest most pitiful security guard in the entire world just trying to get thru his shift at this fundraising event getting his ear talked off by porsche who's currently lecturing him abt his sex life and masturbation habits. once the shift is finally over porsche gives pete a number to call and a few bucks and zooms off to a dick appointment with kinn. after a lot of contemplation and denial pete decides to call the number one evening and well who else could be speaking on the other end except vegas ofc? what follows is pleasant conversations, a lot of hr violations, inappropriate familiarity and possessiveness over customers, more feelings than anyone involved really expected and also. some hard earned phone sex

im very Very excited to write this it is All plotted out all i need to do is write it. i've already started on the hilarious first scene but i might have to rearrange some of it

here is a little snippet for u !!!

Pete wants to die.

This is not how he wanted to spend his shift.

They're doing security for some kind of charity event — Pete couldn't be bothered to remember what kind — and regrettably, there's not much to do except stand around, so Porsche has unfortunately taken the opportunity to give — entirely unsolicited — advice and commentary on Pete's sex life. In broad daylight. In front of the wealthiest people in Thailand. Loud enough so everyone can hear, since Porsche doesn't care much about trivial things like indoor voices.

Even though, Pete does not tell Porsche about his sex life.

But, of course, he won't let himself be stopped.

So, as Pete contemplates the benefits of strangling his coworker-turned-friend-soon-to-be-enemy, he chatters idly about his many hookups in clubs and bars alike.

"–like, you really need to get better at flirting, Pete, it's sad watching you. It's not even hard to pick someone up. But, like, bestie, you have no rizz."

"Porsche. What the fuck is that."

ask me about my wips !

#promotional material for this fic include a banger meme made by boots u'll have to wait to see that #also ofc boots enabled me with this one who's surprised #also ofc there's a reason why vegas is doing that job #anyway!#i hope u like it ?#bestie you have no rizz / what the fuck is that is boots and my favourite line of all time #thank u so much for the ask !!! 🥹🥹🥹#i love this fic so much like actually #the only thing holding me back from writing it immediately is my excellent self restraint ONLY #ask games #asks

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strawhatboy · 2 years

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You do not understand hatred as I understand it. Only hate keeps me alive. Why else should I endure this pain?

happy birthday to my sweet friend maze <3 @hellaephemeral

#HI MAZE HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE 🎂🥳🎂🥳#i *think* it's already midnight for you so hii 🥳🤠🥳🤠#this is your boy (!!!!!) so this idea looked waaay better in my head but unfortunately i'm not that good at giffing 🥲#anyway i made this for you as a small thank you for your friendship and support 👉🥺#thank you for putting up with me talking 24/7 about fictional characters #and for listening to me when I ask you (in a very annoying and insistent way) to watch or read the things I like so we can talk about it ❤️#you are the best ily 🥰#the quote is from doctor who 😌 we are also whovian besties GOOD FOR US #enjoy your day (!!!!)#you deserve so much love and good things ❤️#bnha #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #dailyanime #fyanimegifs #shigaraki tomura #unhinged boy #animangab

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k7tt1 · 20 days

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[ rubs gremlin hands maniacally because nobody is here to witness my ramblings, ]

#ㅤ not to get mushy on main or whatever but... i want to thank everyone ( and i mean EVERYONE ) who reached out when i went AWOL #ㅤ & not to throw myself a pity party but like i genuinely did not think it'd be noticed; you can imagine my surprise when a handful-#ㅤ -of my besties reached out within HOURS asking where was Kitty; like i legit got super emotional & maybe it's bc i was going thru some-#ㅤ -shit at the time ( i still am but it has calmed down some thankfully ) but the fact that people noticed / said they wanted Kitty back #ㅤ it legit made me melt. been feeling so unwanted in many other places in my life so idk what i'm trying to say now but really i just TRULY #ㅤ -appreciate & love you guys; anyway this to also say that i shall be a lot less active / will be keeping this blog on the DL #ㅤ a friends-only place if you will; we'll see how that goes bc i'm notorious for not following thru shit #⠀﹙ ➛ 𝐊𝟕𝐓𝐓𝐈.𝐄𝐗𝐄 ﹚⠀:⠀ㅤbeauty 🎀 comienzo a modelar，

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made-nondescript · 2 years

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Hot take yet I think should be said: the whole mindset of "CCs shouldn't see fan content period. No one say anything or run" has played a hand in bdubs being surprised at how much we love them. Some people are so frightened of letting CCs know that they consume their content, that they try and silence other fans.

HUGE agree!!

I absolutely understand where people are coming from with the whole "scatter!!" mentality because I for one am a little embarrassed about just how much time I spend thinking about and creating fan content for minecraft youtubers, but I think we have to remember that these people literally live and breath their content. Like, it's really really hard for us to be more invested in their content than they are. Don't believe me? Check out this Doc tweet:

Dude is being called out in his real life for being absent minded because he's thinking about Hermitcraft. Like, me too king!

It's insulting to suggest being enthusiastic or invested in their work is somehow cringe-worthy or shameful because it implies they are cringe-worthy or shameful for making it, and I think shame is where a lot of the "scatter!!" mentality comes from. Because people have been conditioned to be ashamed of being not just fans but especially MCYT fans in particular.

But it's unfair - to ourselves and to the hermits - to let this dictate how we interact with CC's. They, least of all, are about to point and laugh at us for being inspired by or passionate about their work. Creativity begets creativity. It's motivating to know that you are inspiring others with what you do. That is what's fulfilling about art.

This is not to say that all fan content is for the eyes of CC's, nor should it be. Boundaries need to be in place, obviously. But I would say that boundaries which obscure us completely suck!!

#nondescript ask #Anonymous #hermitcraft #i have a lot of thoughts on this. it's something i'm inordinately passionate about.#and i spent a lot of time trying to get this readable for you all. i hope it is!#i just think. that to me the most beautiful thing about fan spaces is how much love there is #for the thing everyone is connected by. so much love and affection and thought #and i think it's a great disservice to hide that love and passion and effort from the world #rarely should you ever be embarrased for loving something #i dont know!! its just so free to be kind guys #its so free to engage with others and tell them how much they inspire you #its also late so im kind of sappy sorry but not really #anyway thank you for the ask this is a really interesting subject i think i could talk forever about how marred #fandom communities are by cringe culture (previous and current)#ALSO THE OG POST HAS LIKE 500 NOTES? so scary....wth.....#anyway #slay the day besties

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