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one-green-frog · 5 months

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Post Surgery Cuddles

Hobie x ftm!reader

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Thank you for requesting anon, and sorry this took so long as you know tumblr isnt really nice to me rn :)

Y/N spent the day sitting on the couch and being pampered by Hobie, his lovely boyfriend. Just a few days ago, he finally got his top surgery, after many long nights working overtime and saving like a mad man. Hobie, the supportive boyfriend that he is, also occasionally contributed to the funds and Y/N luckily decided not to comment on the not so legally acquired money. Right now Hobie is in the kitchen preparing a neal for both of them, the surgery was draining for both of them. He was worried that soemthign might go wrong during it, but luckily Y/N came out drowsy and disoriented .

"They took my boobs" will forever be ingrained in Hobie's mind, and nothing will stop him at reminding his boyfriend of the many, many embarassing things he said while doped up on pain medication.

Y/N couldn't wish for a better partner in life, Hobie always prioritized him, he even "neglected" his Spider-man duties for him. The pre-surgery anxiety really hit him hard and he is so thankful that Hobie stayed with him all the time. Late night movies that turned into a cuddle session, home-cooked meals that turned into an eating contest, it didn't matter, Hobie was always there to take his mind off of any bad thoughts.

While this was great for Y/N you needed all the support and kind words Hobie offered his absence in a certain HQ caused some troubles. Especially for Miguel. But let's be honest, Hobie wouldn't care what Miguel thinks of him, his boyfriend needed him and that was all he could think about. Although he did forget to mention his leave to a certain group of spider-teens, who decided to take matters into their own hands.

Miles, Gwen and Pavitr all came to Hobie's dimension and started to look for him at their usual meet-up spots, but unfortunately they couldn't find him anywhere. As they ran out of places to look, Pav suggested tracking his watch, Miles was hesitant at first but he didn't have a better idea and they wanted to make sure that Hobie was actually alright. When they pinned down his location and arrived they weren't expecting to look through an apartment window at a romantic Hobie spoon feeding who was presumably his partner.

Sensing some eyes on them, both Hobie and Y/N turned to look out the window and saw 3 pairs of eyes looking back at them. Not wanting to force them to stick on the wall outside, Hobie opened the window for the teens to crawl inside. They stood there, embarrassed for being caught, but also glad that Hobie was still alive and well, the uncomfortable silence growing larger by the second as Hobie just sat down next to his partner again, a smug look on his face.

"Sooo.... uh, we didn't mean to..to interrupt you two, " Miles said awkwardly, removing his mask. "We were just worried since you didn't show up... for quite some time, 0" Gwen chimed in, all the while Pavitr used the time to admire the appartement and talk about how great it was decorated.

"Sorry, but my boyfriend here needed mew and thinking that my sudden absence would also piss of Miguel I killed two birds with one stone. Although I did seem to forget to tell you lads. "

Realizing that Hobie was alright while also hinting for them to leave so he could spend some quality time with his boyfriend, the teens left. Through the window.

Finally getting the peace and quiet back into the apartment, Hobie began to tell Y/N some stories about the gangs adventures while feeding Y/N, who still persisted that he didn't need that much help. The rest of the day was spent with his and cuddles and the occasional pill when the pain from the surgery intensified.

Again I'm sorry this took me so long to finish, i hope you like it.

#male reader #x male reader #astv #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie x male reader #spiderman atsv #atsv #ftm reader

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boysbeloving · 1 year

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Happy 1st Anniversary of KinnPorsche the Series!! 🎉 🎊 🥳 🥂

allow me to be emotional a bit (i say this as if i'm not emotional over the series and the actors every other day lol)

kinn and porsche are SO precious to me...as individuals and as a couple...i relate to kinn a lot: his struggles with a parent, his crushing sense of duty, trying to fit into the world he's forced to be a part of, him not always knowing how to communicate feelings...i had talked about it a bit here about how soft he is despite everything around him and ya...kinn is extremely close to my heart because of these things...i see myself in him (barring the killings and sadly barring the butt sex too)

porsche is just....SO MUCH lol!!!! if i spend time with him i would need 3 to 5 business days to get my energy levels back! but i understand his love for his brother and relate to how he's fiercely protective of him (i'm the same with my sister...but she's older than me)

and ofc mile and apo

man i related a little too much with apo's early life struggles lol...him being told to always 'correct' himself, him feeling disconnected with who he is made to be, being subjected to casual homophobia at workplace (he talked about these things in the On That Day interview and that press con that had happened with the entire cast)...the fact that he felt so unhappy coming back home from the US...it broke my heart and it hit a little too close actually...i had talked about this a bit here (i feel apo is queer coded) coz it reminded me of things that had happened in my life quite recently at that time and the fact that both apo and i were still going strong gave me a sense of kinship with him (hahha 'kinn'ship haahhhaha)...i ofc don't have a mile who has been a positive and happy addition to apo's life since he came back but i am making efforts to have those positive and happy additions in my life

and one of these positive and happy additions happens to be the kpts fandom....y'all....it is SO AMAZING TO BE PART OF THE FANDOM.....y'all are SO TALENTED! the art, the gifs, the meta, the fics, the vids, the polls, the thoughts on the characters, the crackposts, the textposts, the fandom archivers! i'm so thankful to all of you...each and every single one of you

and lbr we've had our fair share of trials and tribulations but because i'm only on tumblr and not on any other social media sites, it has been generally a brilliant experience...i have made such great friends, have talked to a bunch of you, received amazing mile thirst traps in my inbox, have been entirely inappropriate in writing my shameless tags in posts, have openly admitted to my armpit and armpit hair fetish (i made armpit appreciation gifsets ffs), have again very openly talked about my other kinks as well (i think y'all know 🙈) (the armpit fetish admission has led to a beautiful friendship that i cherish <3 and my thirsty tags have led me to meet my feral twin <3)

personally as well i felt like investing myself more into the fandom and the series and the characters and the actors....it made me do things that i had not done before! i talked to fellow fans actively, i made gifs (low quality and using free software lol but i'm actually happy with them), i wrote stuff, like i legit made an ao3 and wrote some stuff lol! i have not done that before and again it is primarily for me and i'm proud of myself for doing these things y'know

last but not the least, kinnporsche the series gave me my thai husband: mile phakphum romsaithong .... and for this alone, it is the best thing out there in the world 🙈🤣

the anniversary of my foray into the series will be next month (it was mile's asscrack that convinced me to finally watch the series that kept trending on tumblr from time to time) but let me be emotional today too

thanks y'all and happy 1st anniversary!

#wow that got entirely too long #kinnporsche the series anniversary #i just wanted to let y'all know that i love you #it has been nice....to actually like something so intensely....it had been a while #how are you celebrating the anniversary?#i ate 3 samosas and a chocolate chip muffin #and did other important personal things...all in all a very productive sunday!#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #my tumblr wife that i got from the fandom is in the replies ♥️

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tiredandsleepyx · 2 years

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A Game For Two

Chapter 1: get married, they said

Wolf Boys Royalty Au

"I am well aware of what I am speaking about, Mother. I have told you numerous times that I wished to marry for love. Not to marry some dumb oaf whose only good quality is that he is a king with considerable wealth and power," they said, looking pointedly at him.

Dumb oaf? Only good quality being that he was king?

Him?

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Pairing(s): David/Angel, implied Asher/Babe

Content: enemies to lovers, fluff and angst, romantic comedy, squabbling, arranged marriage

A/N: I posted this yesterday on tumblr and ao3 but tumblr eated it </3 so here is the repost. Thank you to my beta reader @yaegashi and @zozo-01 for helping me with my ideas 💕

Read On AO3 <333

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David Shaw was used to all eyes being on him.

It was only natural for the only son of one of the most powerful and influential kingdoms to be under constant scrutiny from the general public. Yet even after all these years of being king, ever since the passing of his father and the beloved previous king, he could still feel the weight of the world sitting on his shoulders.

David swore he wouldn't crumble under his responsibilities.

The room fell silent as soon as he walked in. David recognized most of the faces of the people looking at him in the room; among them were courtiers, advisors, and nobles. David not only commanded respect with his title: he had proven he deserved it through his actions while ruling. But today, there was more than admiration in the gazes of the people watching him, and the room was so tense that David could feel himself suffocating under everyone's calculating stares.

Did they think that just because he was being asked to marry someone for the sake of the kingdom, he'd strangle the lot of them to death? It sure seemed like it, with the way they all seemed afraid to even breathe too loudly. The only sound that echoed across the hushed room was the quiet rustling of papers.

As embarrassed as he was to admit it, David had never actually met them before, them in this case referring to the particular individual he was to marry. They had arrived at his kingdom a week prior to the meeting, yet David had been so busy that in his place, he'd had one of the nobles greet them and get the family situated. From what he had heard, they had spent the entire week making friends with the noble heirs, so much so that now they had a gaggle of giggling noble scions who could always be found having a good time in the vast courtyard.

As David took his seat at the table, their parents, who had arrived far earlier, informed him that they should be arriving any minute now. He could barely hear the chatter and the rustling of the papers over the pounding of his heart.

David Shaw would have rather been fighting a war than sitting in that chair, nervously waiting for the person he was to spend the rest of his life with.

The doors burst open, and David watched as a figure giggled and shooed away their little entourage of noble heirs. They promptly closed the door behind them with a soft click and turned around, letting David catch a proper glimpse of them for the first time.

They were beautiful. Their clothes were perfectly tailored to compliment their body in every way possible, and their hair was mussed just enough that it made them look both roguishly charming and still presentable.

They would have been even more attractive if they didn't look like they wanted to tear his head off his shoulders.

Their scowl could kill thousands. David could physically feel everyone in the room shiver under their chilling glare.

The sound of their father clearing his throat was what brought David back to reality. Apparently, it did the same for them, because when he looked back at them, he caught the last remnants of a reproachful glare before it quickly faded into a pleasant smile.

"Greet the king first," their mother reprimanded, giving them a look.

They turned to face David before flashing him the most dazzling grin he had ever seen.

"Good afternoon, King David," they said politely, and David had to remember to greet them back just as courteously, too distracted and disoriented by their presence.

As the room started to discuss the marriage between the two, David noticed that everyone kept asking for his opinion on the arrangements, never theirs. The sun had started to set and the room had grown colder and colder yet they had barely said two words the entire time. Their parents and everyone else seemed to ignore them, creating plans of their own.

It was nearly dinnertime when they finally spoke again. The planning had just started wrapping up and a courtier had turned and told them that they were probably very happy to be marrying David. As everyone laughed at the statement, their voice rang out, loud and clear.

"I do not wish to marry him. I'm only doing so as I am being forced for the sake of the kingdom."

Their parents whirled around, thunderstruck, and immediately apologized to him, saying that they had no clue what they were talking about. David watched as they rolled their eyes at their parents' pleas, taking up that same casual, almost flippant tone again.

Dumb oaf? Only good quality being that he was king?

Him?

The silence from when he entered the room was incomparable to the silence that followed their words, the temperature of the room plunging even further as he stood up. It was so still, it seemed like the world had come to a pause, everyone gathered there waiting with bated breath to see how David would react to such a slight. The summer crickets were deathly silent, the ongoing wind seemed to have halted, and the uncomfortable tension in the room was so palpable it could easily be cut with a knife.

David stood at his full, towering stature and narrowed his eyes at them, expecting an apology for the insult. Their parents grabbed their arm and tried to force them to apologize to the king but David watched as they wrenched their arm from their mother's grasp and strode up to him.

They marched right up to him, barely leaving an inch of space between their bodies, and fixed him with a glare so cold that it made David shiver internally.

Then, they smirked.

"What's the matter, Your Highness? Don't like it when people speak their mind? Better get used to it, because you'll be hearing it from me for the rest of your miserable life."

David's mouth dried up as they smiled thinly at him and started fixing his tailored suit, dusting off his chest before turning back to their parents.

"I agreed to marry him. I never agreed to love him. Do not put words in my mouth."

It was then that David lost all hope for salvaging what would be their marriage and the rest of his life.

The next six months passed without a hitch for the royal court; however, David was starting to understand what they told him about leading a miserable rest of his life.

He had spent half a year trying to get to know his fiance before they were wedded, yet in all that time, every single conversation he'd had with them had devolved into an argument. And, most infuriatingly, they always won. Rain or shine, David was always on the receiving end of that shit-eating grin. It was like they were trying to get a rise out of him, test his patience, and bring him to the breaking point. They always had some sort of ace up their sleeve, no matter what, and David was losing sleep at night thanks to that smirk of theirs.

Any normal person would call off the wedding. If they couldn't get along before marriage, there obviously wouldn't even be a chance after marriage, right? But it was for the betterment and expansion of his kingdom, and more importantly, his way of honoring the kingdom his father had nurtured and developed, so it had to be done regardless of David's feelings on the matter.

Their fleeting touches and lingering gazes didn't help either. Sometimes, it was hard to tell whether they hated him or not. They were always looking at him with disdain, but, on occasion, David would see another expression ornament their gorgeous features. But it was always gone the moment they caught him watching them, the sour look returning with renewed vigor.

David caught himself looking at them quite often, actually. He had passed by them in the courtyard, surrounded by their noble friends on the way to a meeting. It was the first time he had caught them completely enjoying themself. A gentle breeze brushed through their hair as they threw back their head, their laughter filling the courtyard. It rang through every well kept bush, tree, and blade of grass, and David watched as their friends joined in, looking at them with a sort of admiration. He went to bed that night wondering what wrong he had done in this life or any previous ones to be hated by one of the most well liked people in the kingdom.

By the time their wedding rolled around, the ceremony was the talk of not only his kingdom, but also many neighboring kingdoms. Prince Asher, Prince Milo, and several other princes and princesses with whom David had grown up playing were attending the celebrations. To no one's surprise (and very many people's dismay, David's most of all), it was named the biggest event of the year.

Colorful banners decorated the entirety of the kingdom. The city square was bustling like it had never had before; smells of fresh food and the chatter of the attendees filled every square inch of the place.

The night before the big day, David, Asher, and Milo took a carriage to the tailor's, where David had to pick up his wedding suit.

In the end, David had to drag Asher, who was chatting up the royal tailor to no end, away from the small shop once he'd picked up his clothes.

"Well, best friend duties call, gorgeous," Asher finally called to the tailor with a wink, watching as they let out a soft huff of laughter before seeing them out and giving him a small wave. Neither theirs nor Asher's blushes went unnoticed by David and especially Milo, who teased him the entire way back to the palace. As much as David rolled his eyes, it was comforting to have them by his side during this stressful time.

The following evening, half the kingdom and many friends from different realms attended the showstopping celebration.

When David caught his first glimpse of his betrothed in their wedding attire, he briefly forgot how to breathe. They were… well, they were nothing short of a bombshell, commanding everyone's gaze with effortless ease.

David's world came to a pause in that moment, because it seemed as though he had been sent an angel, one who would take up his every thought and feeling with the warmth of their embrace.

They stood by each other as they took their vows, and David couldn't help but keep glancing at them, trying (and likely failing) to be subtle. Gorgeously decked out in a perfectly tailored gold and pink outfit that matched his, they looked stunning. It seemed David wasn't the only one who felt that way, either, if the envious whispers of the crowd were anything to go off of.

"You look stunning this evening," David attempted in a whisper.

"Thank you. I wanted to wear blue and silver," they whispered back, not even giving him enough face to look at him while speaking.

Wait a minute.

David had been told that they'd selected the colors of the wedding theme and outfits. If they hadn't liked the appearance of the clothes and venue, then… who had selected them?

"Odd… I was told you had selected pink and gold because it was to your liking," he mused.

David had never seen them whip around so quickly, nor seen them look so incredulous and indignant.

"Me? My parents said you wouldn't marry me unless we went with pink and gold," they muttered back under their breath, quickly letting their lips curve into a beautiful grin to cover up the mid-vow conversation.

"Why would the color matter to me so much that I would choose not to marry you?" David asked, genuinely perplexed.

Before they could answer though, the officiator prompted them to exchange their vows.

They hesitated for a moment, and David's heart dropped. Evidently, they didn't like him very much, but were they really about to embarrass him in front of thousands of people?

"I do."

David let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and went in to give them a quick kiss as asked of him by the officiator. They returned the kiss with ease, but broke off fairly quickly in favor of a quick chat with their parents. David could sense some tension as they approached them, so he followed in quick, easy strides.

"Why is this wedding pink and gold?" they questioned their parents immediately with a jabbing finger at him. "He said he didn't care about the colors and that you said that I said that I wanted gold and pink. You know I hate pink."

Their father frowned. "Don't cause a scene at your own wedding. It will reflect badly on the family, so fix your facial expression. We will discuss this later."

This was how their parents treated them on their own wedding day? David knew if his own father had been alive, he would have tried his very best to make this the best day possible for David and his new mate. He opened his mouth to speak up for them when they grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor with a huff.

"Ignore them, we have to hurry up and get our first dance over with," they grumbled, grabbing his hands and placing them on their body. David stared at them, trying to figure out something to say to them to lighten the mood.

"Plan on dancing or just staring at me like a creep, your highness?"

David snapped out of his thoughts and was once again met with a shit-eating grin from them, as if they knew something he didn't. He rolled his eyes and took the lead, spinning and twirling and dancing the way he had been taught for years. They mirrored his movements with ease, as if this was what they had been meant to do the entire time. Dance the night away under the stars, as if no one was watching.

The sounds of conversation, tinkling of glasses filled with rich drinks, and the whispers of the evening breeze all faded away until it was just him and them.

They pulled away as soon as the song was over, as if to remind him what they had was just a publicity stunt and solely for convenience, nothing more. He watched as they went to talk to their friends, grabbing the group and bringing them to the dance floor. They looked like they were having the time of their life with their friends surrounding them, swinging each other around and singing along to the songs. The tension in their stance had completely evaporated, completely unlike when they'd had to dance with him.

Before could brood any longer, two pairs of hands grabbed him and dragged him to dance. It was his wedding, and Asher and Milo would absolutely not let him off without several dances.

The rest of the night was a blur. David danced and drank with his best friends. He let the stress of his position go; for one day in his life, he put down his title as king and enjoyed himself as David.

When David returned to their shared room, they were already getting ready for bed. Before he could say anything, they were already spilling some choice words out to him.

"If you say anything about consummating our marriage I will pick each of your eyebrow hairs off individually and force feed them down your throat. I won't be caught dead sleeping with your ass."

David narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

They finally turned to look at him, a sickly sweet smile plastered on their face. "I don't like you. I don't like this marriage. Tomorrow my parents are going to ask the very embarrassing question of whether we did the deed last night like we are required to, and you are going to say we did. You are going to look bashful and they will be satisfied. Then you do whatever it is kings do. Sleep with other people, entertain better people, and ignore me. Got it?"

David could feel a headache coming on. He had been a fool to think this marriage could ever work out.

"I want to sleep on the right side of the bed," they said pointedly, giving him a look.

Of course they wanted the side David slept on.

"What if I wanted to sleep on the right side?" David retorted, raising his eyebrow and returning their look with a glare of his own.

"Then cry about it and sleep on the right side of the floor," they replied, getting under the plush covers of his king sized bed on the right side. David listened as the rustling of the sheets was quickly replaced by the soft snores of his mate. His haughty, disagreeable nightmare of a mate.

The floor was cold that night, even with the extra comforters and pillows he'd laid out for himself. David looked out the window for most of the night, watching the full moon and wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into.

As he finally drifted off, David decided that if they were going to make his life miserable, two could play at that game.

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted davey #redacted david #redacted david shaw #redacted angel #redacted milo #redacted milo greer #redacted babe #redacted asher #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted sam collins #redacted sweetheart #sleepyandtiredfics

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sforspoot · 1 year

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I am full of new year cheer…

(It’s my mental break down, and I get to pick my New Year Cheer song-)

-Time spent, 1hr

-12/31/2022

Woah, these past 14 days have been insane… Like, I never thought people would like my art as much as they do!!!!

We’re on the fast track too 100 followers! And have already smashed over 1,000 notes(over all of my posts!)!!!! I cannot thank everyone enough!!! I’m so excited for the future of this blog! And I’m excited to interact more with the community!!!!

If you’re seeing this go and look at some of my other stuff! I’m always trying to post quality Submas/Pokémon related content every(or every other) day!!

-Genuine heart felt regards, Spootie boi! <3

(Extra: below the Read More is lists of my favorite posts, and people and so on. Just a overview of this year as it comes too the end!(also some old art from earlier this year- so I can embarrass myself!!!))

TOP POSTS SO FAR(A linked overview!)

(Most noted) (As of making this)

(My birthday post!) (My 18th!)

(My first post ever!) (It feels like it was just literally 14 days ago-)

(My favorite post I’ve ever made!) (I just like Mellis face-)

MY FAVORITE PEOPLE! And artists that I’ve gained inspiration from a lot in my art journey(who are also my favorite people-)

Sorry for the @‘s if wanted I will remove, just dm and ask me!!

@sophisticatedferret :My best friend, and partner in crime. We share a braincell, I will kill for this person. I might have already killed for this person-

@nartothelar :I’ve looked at their art literally everywhere, I adore their art so much. And looking at their art gave me the idea to start a Tumblr in the first place lolllll-

@nc-eikin :A funky cool writer whom of which I appreciate so much for the support!

@aantarexs :I’ve also seen their art everywhere!!! They’re a very kind person to talk too and I appreciate them so much!!! Their art inspires me to the tenth degree!

@sunshine-vx :A friend that has shown me ceaseless support and I truly do appreciate with all my heart!!! they’re so kind!!! And amazing!!!

@hoofpeet :This artists art inspires me so much, looking at it just gives me ideas for things I could make and write!!! I truly appreciate their presence in the online Sphere!!!

OLD ART TIME-

Ready to see me embarrass myself?

Okay-

All of this is from earlier this year! (If you’re interested in seeing me embarrass myself further- if we get too 100 followers I’ll show more old Spoot art- and maybe do some redraws!!)

#submas #ingo #subway boss ingo #pokemon ingo #pokemon #artists on tumblr #self insert #pokémon memes #meme #pokemon submas #Submas meme #art #sforspoot #digital fanart #fanart #SoundCloud

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seokmatthewz · 1 year

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mutuals appreciation! write heart-felt messages to some of your mutuals (or even ones you haven't talked to yet!) and tag them, BUT don't tell them which message is their, let them guess! after you're done, send this to 1 mutual you want to get a message from!

oh god okay this is very nice and sweet in theory KLDSLD but tragically i am perhaps the person with the most anxiety in the world ever and not telling people which message is for who for whatever reason feels like it would probably kill me so i think instead i will write some silly little notes for my mutuals but tag them directly or else i may die KLFCDSL sorry i cannot play the game properly i am not built like that kldskddsfkl but thank u nonetheless!!!! <3<3

@berryjaellie millie my lovely dearest fairytual who i adore and keep in my pocket it has been a joy interacting with u more thru twt these days be it to bicker or yell loudly or pester u abt matthew or hanbin as always i perpetually hope we can continue to interact more ily mwah!! thank u so much for sending me random little raccoon vids and associating me with cute things that i do not deserve u r so dear 2 me <3

@winxys paula my fucked up little meow meow there is nobody on this website who i would enjoy being the mortal enemy of more (even though with every passing day it seems like we are becoming 🤢friends🤢) as we continue to lose our minds over bbangiz crumbs and whatever onlyoneof are doing at most points in time. i know things have been rough for you lately and i really do hope they get better! here's to hoping zb1 don't debut with noise !!

@chwejongho i am not sure if u use tumblr at all lately (i believe u dont much) but it wld feel deeply wrong and incorrect to leave u off of one of these kaz dearest my boy my best friend my platonic soulmate u have put up with so much from me in these past few months (not to mention these past few years we've been friends) because i am a nuisance who never shuts up so thank you so much for putting up with my hours worth of instagram voice messages about how i was worried about matthew during boys planet even though you didn't watch the show i very much appreciate that you are always a shoulder to cry on for me no matter what the circumstance, be it me being overdramatic about a man i don't know personally or something much more serious. i appreciate you so much no matter how much or little we are talking at any given moment and i am forever wishing you the best no matter what. i love you so much!!

@hyvnsuk gabi my fellow haotual i do not have a ton to say here but i am incredibly amused every single time we have a same brain moment these days it's so fun and cute dslsdfk you're always a joy to have on the dash and your content is so pretty!! i hope ur always doing well mwah!!

@jjanguri rin dearest!! i hope the air quality has improved where u are !! u r so sweet and wonderful and i hope we can interact more soon!!! mwah!!

@haob1n lovely maria!! thank u for all the sweet comments you leave in the tags of my gifsets i do not deserve ur kindness and i am so incredibly overjoyed every time u call me a matthew stan pillar (or something along those lines) KDSSKLD mwah i hope u are always well!!

@zeroze hope!!!! ik we have not interacted much but it is always so fun to briefly goof around w u in the replies of an ask u are so sweet and funny!!! i rlly hope we can talk more soon <3<3

also to all my zerosetuals in general pls feel free 2 chat with me!! i wld love 2 make some zerose friends hehe

#i dont really interact w anyone on here tbh KFLCDSLK tumblr is kind of just a void i yell into #but tysm for thinking of me regardless!!!!#asks #anon

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zutaralesbian · 6 months

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Weekly tag game Wednesday

Tagged by @such-a-barbarian! Thank you ❤️

which character from any media would you like to have as a father?:

I don’t know. I honestly don’t think I would care to have a father in general. But maybe I’m biased because mine was largely absent from my life and I was fine with it lmao. Hmmm…maybe James Flint from Black Sails. Unhinged and gay

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Honestly I really don’t need any wild animals. I’m more than fine with cats and dogs.

what is your Chinese takeout order?:

Beef and broccoli ftw. With a side of fried rice.

what's your favourite emoji?:

😂

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?:

Home theater for sure. I love having movie nights. A geeenhouse would be cool in theory but I’m horrible with taking care of plants.

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?:

Avatar: The Last Airbender and Hey Arnold! I still consider them the most quality cartoons I watched as a kid.

what was your tumblr like when you first joined?:

When I first joined tumblr about 14 years ago I was deep in the Vampire Diaries fandom *war flashbacks*. So most of it was about that. Needless to say it’s seen a lot of transformations lmao

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?:

I find the dark leather jacket look very hot on women but it would not fit me at all lol

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?:

No clue. Maybe ATLA?

what is your favourite piece of art?:

I don’t think I have one

do you have a water bottle? What does it look like?

I own water bottles but I don’t have a consistent one. I don’t drink nearly enough water as I should it’s something I need to work on

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave?:

I’ve been finding that I quite like office/workplace AU’s. There’s something romcom-like about them that I really enjoy.

do you carry a daily bag?

Yep. I have a purse

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?:

That’s a big no. But I guess Lip would be the only age and sexuality appropriate one. But I don’t vibe with Lickey because 1: I’m not a multi-shipper by nature and only ship Mickey with Ian, 2: I think Mickey and Lip would only be frenemies at best, and 3: Lip to me seems very straight tbh

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?:

Can’t really think of any. I’ve always been pretty set about what I like and don’t like and I don’t think that’s changed

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?:

Maybe for a small distance lol

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?:

I don’t believe they sold the house in the end tbh. But in a scenario where they did, Ian/Mickey and Debbie probably share custody of it.

I tag: @whaticameherefor @m4ndysk4nkovich @auds-and-evens

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For the ask game 💖🤩⌛️.

HI, fun, thank you for playing ❤️

💖 What made you start writing?

Writing in general? I have been doing for so long I don’t even know. I remember we had to write stories in elementary school, and in like 4th grade I wrote this intense, super long story about an evil wizard who kidnapped the main character’s father…and then in 6th grade I wrote an even longer story about a prince whose entire family was killed and who had to flee across the Sahara desert with a talking parrot 😂 teachers were always telling me to stop turning in so many pages (but, a lot of them were nice about it 😊). I wrote a novel when I was a teenager (it was like, YA romance, aspiring John Green vibes) and I have continued writing into my adult life, though now most of my writing is weirder and more experimental (literary? who even knows). I’ve never NOT been a writer. In terms of writing fanfic—some of you know this, but I went through a bad breakup!!! and dove headfirst into my old Star Wars obsession!! and here we are 👏

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

OOF, so I know what everyone is thinking, but right now? The truthful answer is my reader character in My Very Soul. of course, it’s an x reader story, so she doesn’t really have any physically defining attributes, but I’ve found that it would be impossible to write a story as long as MVS without the protagonist having a fully formed personality of her own. and it’s a lot easier for me to write in her perspective than Anakin’s—I’ve been trying hard to figure out how to write in Anakin’s mind leading up to ROTS, and it’s hard. I’m struggling to write through the complicated mess his mind is becoming. If the reader character doesn’t count, my second choice is actually Obi-Wan. I feel like I understand him 😂 he’s sad and wise and snarky. I love it.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

I usually write a chapter in an evening—it takes me probably like, 2 hours? approximately. Sometimes I leave it and read through it the next day to improve the quality 😂 but it takes even more time to actually format the Tumblr/Ao3 post etc. For me, 2 hours is actually not that long to spend on like, 3-5k words. It’s something I do for fun without overthinking it. The problem these days has been getting that time to myself at the end of the day and having enough energy to produce. But I’m trying 😊❤️

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#I do love talking about myself #thank you for playing!!#ask game #star wars #sw fanfic #anakin fanfic #my very soul #answered asks

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thecousinsdangereux · 1 year

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So…the gods we can touch. I just feel like I need to reach out and tell you how it made me feel. Like first I was mourning over the show getting cancelled (like every damn show with wlw content seems to get cancelled and I honestly thought I got used to it already, but…warrior nun just hit different and it broke my heart) and for the first time in 4 years or so I remembered tumblr exists and felt the urge to go search for some comforting avatrice shit like gifs and memes and amazing fan art…and then I stumbled across a post about ’the gods we can touch’ (and got curious, since I love the album of a same name from Aurora) and soon found myself reading fan fiction for the first time in my 28 years of life. And to my own surprise, I was hooked immediately. It was so well written and creative, all the characters felt so realistic and familiar, like it really felt like it’s own season straight from the pen of Simon himself. I would kill to see all that shit on screen, especially the way you wrote everything regarding Ava’s comeback. Just wow. It was fucking brilliant and honestly I can see it actually being the plot in season 3. That’s how good it was. ANYWAY before I lose my point in all this rambling, I just wanted to say thank you. I feel like ’the gods we can touch’ was exactly what I needed. Seriously, I was filled with all kinds of emotions and felt everything SO deeply while reading, it almost scared me at first because I’m so used to my depressed ass being incapable of feeling a damn thing. And now, I got to feel something I haven’t felt in years. Suddenly being able to feel all the feelings I forgot. But the most important thing I realized was that, holy shit, I actually was able to FEEL. Like reading this shit somehow unlocked something deep inside of me and it feels so good, just knowing the fact that I’m not completely numb after all. So thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

Wow, thank you so much <3 I really appreciate you sending this and letting me know. I know I've said this before, but while I'm well-aware of how powerful fic can be for people, I always forget that my fics, specifically, might be that kind of powerful too. Honestly, this message just... really blew my mind and made me so happy when I read it last night. I'm so glad you gave fic a shot for the first time and I'm really glad mine didn't put you off it forever and helped with letting you feel some things you haven't felt in a while <3 I hope you dive right into other fic for the fandom, because it's full of SO many talented authors it's actually insane. I know you'll find lots of stuff that will ease the cancellation, because people are still putting out super high quality content at an impressive rate.

#wn ask

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the-redcrate · 11 months

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Ooh, I’m curious! For the “choose violence” ask (choose however much violence you feel like, no pressure): 1, 3, and 20.

First off, you are literally the sweetest for sending me an ask! Secondly, we have been mutuals for so many years, and I have been on and off Tumblr, in and out of Fandom Culture for so long, that...I am not 100% sure which fandom connected us? But I'm pretty sure it was hockey (which I still read, and I still love the Hurricanes), but I don't really interact with at all. So. I really hope this whole endeavor won't be boring for you haha.

Cuz it's gonna be Stranger Things based. 😅

1.the character everyone gets wrong:

Nancy Wheeler. In fic, she's either an ex lover but good friend to Steve (and it's almost never awkward for the two of them) or she's a raging bitch. And I get it. She's a "secondary" character in the types of fic I read (typically steddie). But I really think she deserves more care and consideration. She's not a great person, but she's got awesome qualities. I'd just really like to see more nuance in Nancy when she's written in fic as a key secondary character. She doesn't need to be a cardboard prop.

3.screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I don't have any screenshots, and I don't typically interact in any fandom Discourse after literal years of the same ole themes popping up. But the worst take I generally see in fandom culture are the asshats who are violently in your face about moral high ground when it comes to hating a certain character (especially fictional characters—I can lend some leeway for fandoms built on RPF whose faves end up doing terrible shit IRL...but that's a whole different topic and even then I'm Live and Let Live these days). I don't care if someone else thinks writing a character I like/find interesting is a piece of shit, but don't throw it in my face by coming into my space to shit all over what makes me happy.

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring:

Hubs, who is not a fan of ST, but was in the room when I binge-watched season 4 for the first time will attest to the fact that I couldn't care less about Hopper in Russia or El recovering her powers and confronting One (I did watch and teared up during the scene when El killed Papa). I literally fast-forwarded through all those storylines. Hubs was baffled and annoyed by this as he had been tangentially paying attention 😈And this was BEFORE I was shipping Steve and Eddie. I have always been more into the kids figuring out and fighting the Upside Down than the rest of canon events.

Lol after answering these, maybe I don't have the most violent takes on stuff? But it was fun to share my opinions. Thank you for asking, friend! 💟💟💟

#i answer stuff #youre a lovely person thank youuuu

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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charles+hawkeye, charles+margaret

I combined your first request with some others, but thank you for the additional one!! We love biodiversity <3 Ok so. CharMarg huh.

To get it clearly out of the way: Canon CharMarg Bad. Both because it was just atrociously quarter-assedly attempted in one of the most pathetic pseudo-storylines ever scraped together, an embarrassment to put into such an otherwise quality show, and more importantly because any attempt to make these two get together in canon would always be bad no matter what, because Ms. Swit and Mr. Stiers did not want to do that and if anyone tried to make either of them do something they didn't want I would kill that person and then myself.

But there is one thing worse than canon CharMarg. And that is fanon CharMarg. Because obviously basically nobody actually ships these two, but there are many people, particularly of the mainstream h*wkbeej variety (#notallh*wkbeejers and certainly none who would be in the general vicinity of my blog at this point, I don't think), who like the idea of Charles and Margaret in a lavender marriage.

I love the recent interest in lavender marriages in fandom recently. Now everyone can do the same Pair The Spares maneuver fandom has always done with characters it doesn't care much about, but now they can do it even when the idea of the spares being in love is completely laughable. And it sounds so much cooler, too!

Man I'm sorry I don't know why this irks me so, but alas! It does. The thing is, a lavender marriage would do nothing for either of them anyways, in terms of "playing at doing what society and family want them to do", which is after all the entire purpose of such marriages. Margaret already basically had a test run of marrying into a family like Charles' when she tried it with Penobscott and she HATED it and they basically rejected her for not being the perfect Aryan race anyways. And that's beside the fact that what Charles' family want from him more than anything is children, and Margaret is at the very LEAST extremely on the fence about having kids. So she'd be as miserable as ever, obviously. And with all this, it's fair to say that the Winchesters would be hardly any more satisfied with CharMarg than they would be with Charles just staying a bachelor, so what the hell would he be in it for either???

So it's a no for me on that. So why did I put down that it's "better in fanfic"? Well now we must discuss not canon CharMarg, not fanon CharMarg, but a secret third thing. Hypothetical CharMarg. Essence of CharMarg if you will. The CharMarg that exists only in slight little glimpses in scenes where I'm like you know what? If they hadn't forced it, if they hadn't tried so hard and so badly, if they'd done nothing at all, if they'd just given us all these quiet little moments of friendship and kindness and smiles and affection and never implied anything else and then I’d seen that last scene with the book.......... I’d have been like yeah. I see that.

And then the fandom could have done Pair The Spares normally, without pretense. And the thing is, I actually always loved fandom pairing the spares, putting every set of characters in groups of two (or three or four, if we really wanted to have some fun and get silly with it) and never leaving anybody behind, making sure nobody was alone. Even if they didn’t care about the spares much, really. It was always hell on fans of those less popular characters, of course (been there!), but it seemed to come from a place of awkward, fumbling love. Nobody gets left behind.

(Aromanticism?? Characters not needing a relationship to be fulfilled?? What’s that lol this is 2014 era Tumblr. Romance shipping LOCKDOWN.)

But of course they did force it and they did ruin it and now it’s hard to even write CharMarg as friends, sometimes, trying to parse out what their friendship is really like when they’re allowed to be people instead of two barbie dolls smashed together.

They’re still great together though. It is great whenever they’re on screen hanging out together and being narrative mirrors and trying to figure out how to have a friend for the first time in their lives. God I wish they’d gotten to talk about their fathers together, about expectations and never being good enough and having to keep themselves apart from everyone else and repressed anger and repressed love and repressed loneliness. I wish everyone would stop smashing them together like two barbie dolls and just let them be great together.

In conclusion society would be fixed if Loretta Swit and David Ogden Stiers got everything they wanted forever

#idk if this makes sense I'm behind on absolutely every single thing in my life I can't think or do anything #did not expect my anti charles margaret lavender marriage thoughts to all spill out here but oh well #Starky loves answering questions #marley-manson #I was always the person who really loved the pair the spares pairing. like way more than the mainstream OTP it was meant as a side dish for #:')#mash #charmarg #I'm so tired. ough.#thank you for the ask!!!!

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 2 years

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Hiii Jalebi🧚.. *bounding at you with love and well wishes 💕💕*

Hope this ask finds you in great health and happiness 💛

Late night bug in my brain 🧠 : how cool would it have been if Payal was the one who noticed arshi's chemistry for the first time!? During payash's marriage??😯😍

Or if she found out about the "contract" marriage before Khushi does😱? Or about Shyam's fake will papers?

I mean there's a very slight chance of this happening but imagine if anyyy of these things happening! There's a lot of potential for payash's quality screen space with actual story moving with them.

If she did indeed find out about their 6 month arrangement, how do you think things would go? Would arshi have the time and space to learn the truth and make up to eachother?

Omg I'd kill to see a protective payal once more after the "bahu-ficaton" of the Gupta sisters.. what are your thoughts 🤯🤓

I thought you'd like the idea, but if you've already answered anything like this, please tag them, I'd love to read them.

Yours,

💃.

Hello love 🌸

Thank you for the love *bundling up the hugs and sending it right back at you *

Hope you’re doing well too!

Ok the whole show would’ve been cooler if Akash and Payal had more depths because:

1. Contributed more to the IPK. world (the more prominence surroundings and side characters have, the richer the world becomes)

2. Payal plays a strong role in Khushi’s life and a character who greatly impacts Khushi’s life!

3. Akash and Payal were a foil to Arnav and Khushi (something the show only used in two places, the new year and honeymoon and both scenes were amazing)

My answers on Payal largely comes from the character we saw in the first 200 episodes. The protective sister and practical lover. If she was ready to break her marriage again to expose a truth, you can imagine the lengths she’d go if she learned about the circumstances of Khushi’s marriage. Payal wouldn’t actively take decisions for it’s not her story nor is she developed as a parallel lead like Gunjan in Miley jab hum tum. Rather she would be a non villainous antagonist.

Why antagonist? Well an antagonist’s goal is opposite from the protagonists’ and since Payal wouldn’t want arshi together but arshi would, so she’d be a compelling antagonist because she’d care immensely for Khushi and dislike Arnav.

And Khushi would be torn between the sister she loves and the man she loves.

And it would be wonderfully complicated because Arnav hasn’t ever confessed his love and has barely even started treating her right. So on what grounds would Khushi fight for her unrequited (to her) love for Arnav versus the very strong, loyal and unflinching love for the sister who always had her back?

Ultimately it would be the conflict between Arnav-Khushi and it would’ve been interesting to watch Cause Arnav has led a lot of the relationship on his assumptions so would our guy be able to step out from that and be vulnerable enough to say the right things? Who knows. Would’ve been interesting indeed.

(I reckon Payal was aware Khushi held a different place for Arnav from Diwali but chose to not bring it up - you see her noticing that Khushi has a special sweet box for him and even asking if Arnav left after dropping her home. But seeing Khushi’s distress Payal never raises the matter.)

Keep searching Payal in my Tumblr, you should get anything related to her in my blog then :)

Love love love,

- Jalebi

#ask #ipkknd #about Payal #sankiraizada #I liked this ask #interesting

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zephra85 · 1 year

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I posted 4,970 times in 2022

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 3,943 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#video killed the radio star - 320 posts

#ybg - 281 posts

#tmnt 2018 - 235 posts

#rottmnt movie - 198 posts

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#rottmnt spoilers - 138 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#if they didn't seem like a creeper (which 9/10 times they weren't) i'd invite them to have a drink with me or sit with my friend group and

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sooo... like, we’ve all seen the subtle foreshadowing that Luz might be possessed by the Collector soon, but as we’ve seen in the latest episodes, it’s King who has an established connection with the Collector, which gave me a horrible thought:

What if KING is the intended target of the Collector’s possession, and it’s going to result in Luz sacrificing herself by either striking a bargain with them OR like, dramatically intervening ala ‘throwing themselves in front of a bullet’ trope to somehow transfer the connection/possession to HER instead of King??

Because I don’t think my heart could take that.

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AW YISS HOMEMADE NACHOS AND RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES MOVIE LET’S GOOOOOO

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Also I haven’t seen anyone talk about it yet but CAN we talk about how Alya telling Nino about Rena Furtive turned out to be a good thing because if she didn’t, if Carapace didn’t know Rena was watching them from there?

See the full post

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Quick ROTTMNT Review

Oh god... the tears running down my face are so real. I need to watch the movie a few more times to properly process everything, but here’s what I can get out right now.

I just knew there would be some fresh Leo/Raph conflict for this movie, but I didn’t know how it would be handled. I was hoping for some nice support/angst combo and they freakin’ DELIVERED. And in a way I totally didn’t expect.

The tone was consistent with the show yet somehow managed to pull off the tears and angst SO WELL.

My biggest fear from the initial trailers was how Foot Recruit/Cassandra was going to be handled. SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER: It was addressed, and it made me laugh. We’re good.

Okay like... it almost feels redundant to talk about the animation? But I will a bit anyway. It was FIRE. It was BOSS. It was EPIC. It was everything you could possibly hope, want, expect, and more. It stayed Movie Quality the entire time.

Probably my biggest critique is while yes, Leo and Raph were intended to have a role reversal, something shown in the show was how while Raph was always doing and trying his best as leader, he wasn’t a very good strategist nine times out of ten? And while Leo was more laid back and lazy he WAS in fact a very good strategist when he set his mind to it. This movie seems to reverse that...? Leo was VERY ‘fly by the seat of his pants’ and Raph put in the effort to make actual plans. BUT I suppose this could be attributed to a more literal role reversal. Leo decides ‘now that i’m leader whatever i do is FINE i guess’ and Raph has to overcompensate like he does in Pizza Puffs. It would have been nice to see this addressed properly BUT it didn’t ruin my emersion.

All in all, I loved this movie with my whole heart. Thank-you so much to the cast and crew for giving us this gift. I hope my tears fuel your next endeavors.

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My #1 post of 2022

Also anybody else catch this tiny Todd at the beginning of the movie kicking ass and taking names???

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #whoops not a lot of original posts from me this year

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itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare · 2 years

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have you considered commenting <3

this is a short rant, so feel free to ignore. It's not directly aimed at you, I just thought of it after I read that tag...

I love commenting on fics, that's the main reason I made an Ao3 account, so I can let authors know I love their work. And it was going great for a while, but right now I'm mentally drained and I still want to leave comments, but at the same time I feel bad about just leaving one word comments when I used to leave at least 5 sentences, so I don't leave any comment because I feel this pressure to comment the best comment ever (tm) even though I know it's not what anyone is expecting. Heck, I write myself and I'd be happy to receive just an emoji as a comment.

But especially with a series where I've been commenting at every chapter I feel like I'd let the down by not putting in more effort to comment, especially if they might recognise me as a regular commentar and suddenly I'm not leaving long elaborate comments. I don't want authors to worry that I didn't like a chapter, when I loved it, I just don't have the word at the moment...

hi!! thank you for wording this the way you did, because i've been having a lot of thoughts about comments on fics lately and you're giving me the excuse to express them <3

first of all, if you've ever commented on anything, know that you're appreciated. i know that it's hard sometimes. for the first couple of years of me using ao3, i barely commented on anything, even though i knew how important comments are. i knew, and i still didn't do much more than leave a kudo, and that's on me. i can only hope those authors got the appreciation they deserve from someone else.

because here's the thing; most of us are doing this for the love of writing, for the love of these characters of whichever fandom is the drug of your choosing, and for the love of sharing. and as someone who's been writing an underperforming series for the past five months, let me tell you that it sucks to write and be passionate and share and receive fuck-all in return. it really sucks. and it's not about the number of interactions or about the analytical quality of the comments or whatever. it's the fact that a lot of the time, once a week or two have passed, we get absolutely nothing. writing gets lost in the tags or buried between more popular fics, and sometimes it feels like an endless uphill battle.

i'm not saying that to complain, i'm just saying that this is hard, sometimes. it's a wonderful hobby and i love it, but it's difficult.

lately, i haven't been writing a lot and i haven't been reading a lot, and if i do read, i mostly do it here, on tumblr. i've always felt there's a certain seriousness about the comments on ao3, even though i'm not sure why. we're all regularly going batshit on tumblr though, and sometimes you just need to reply with a meme of a crying cat, you know? so if your reading tastes can be accomodated on here—because a lot of writers actually cross-post their stuff between platforms—maybe that could be helpful.

but, GOD, let me speak on behalf of every writer i've ever known. i would KILL, and i mean positively MURDER for you if you just left me a single emoji on every chapter or fic you enjoyed. i really mean that. i don't need anything more. you don't need to have smart thoughts or elaborate explanations of why you liked something or didn't. of course those things are appreciated but for the love of god they are not expected. the only thing, and i mean the ONLY thing we want is to know that people read our stuff. and we can't know that if you don't tell us. there's no way of knowing.

i don't look at the likes on my fics. i can't do that to myself anymore, and so those people don't exist for me. that might sound harsh, but the only way for me to keep my sanity is to focus on the few who do comment. who do reblog. who do send asks.

if you're a regular commenter, i will notice. i will not mind if your comment is a single character, or illegible gibberish, or a one page essay, or a line of exclamation marks, or three memes in a trenchcoat. i've gotten intelligent analyses and i've gotten reviews that were just quotes that the readers particularly enjoyed and i've gotten a simple "this was great". all of these are appreciated. all of these are craved.

we're already living in the worst timeline, let's not put unnecessary pressure on ourselves.

and if you want a practical solution for your commenting paralysis, i've found this post indispensable.

#nika's answers #anon #but fandoms

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tvxqdbsk · 2 years

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hello hello! can i please ask you how you make your edits so high quality? whenever i try to upload a photo the quality is so bad 😅 thank you anyway for your time and have a lovely day!!

my advice isn’t anything special but here you go!

1. make sure you’re downloading the highest quality version! if you’re getting your pics from ig for example, you can often find a better version on the official twitter/website.

2. play around with your sharpening settings, i find i sometimes need to slightly over sharpen for the pic to look good after i upload it. i also always add at least a light layer of grain. it evens out uneven tones and disguises noise that i couldn’t get ride of without overdoing it.

3. export your edits at the highest quality possible. i don’t know what program you use but you may want to check your export/save settings. also the gif dimension and file size rules don’t apply to photos so you can upload at as high resolution as you want as long as each file is under 20mb.

4. remember that tumblr kills quality on image previews. most of the time it doesn’t show you the full resolution so you have to click on it to get better quality. it sucks but sometimes you can do everything right and tumblr will still destroy it 😔

#ask

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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To Be Wanted (1): The Cat in the Alley

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: All your life you have wanted to be loved by someone. But when you don’t look like most “beautiful” women, you learn to stop wanting. You’d never expect someone like the amazing, kind, beautiful Bucky Barnes would desire someone like you.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I am very new to writing fic so I am going to try to make this into a series! Eek! Please bear with me. This story started with me looking through my Timehop and just feeling all the sad feelings looking back on memories that I knew brought heartbreak. I hope that writing this will help me heal from shit and learn to love myself. With that, a quick warning that this fic does deal with some self-loathing about being plus-sized so if you do read please be kind to yourself like I am learning to. Thanks for reading. <3

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

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You weren’t sure when you lost hope in the idea of men finding you attractive.

It was a slow progression, each mini heartbreak from a rejection building up until you had grown completely numb. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You didn’t always feel numb when a guy you liked ended up pursuing a friend. Even though you anticipated it, there was still a sting like salt to a wound. You just tried to pretend that the wound was an old scar that couldn’t reopen.

Looking at your Timehop, seeing social media sub-posts or photos of former crushes, recalling them messaging you asking to hook you up with your blond, beautiful, skinny best friend. Acting as the third wheel on dates so that person A and person B could hang out without it feeling awkward. The guy from college who would hang out in your dorm until late hours of the night and then complain to your friends behind your back that you had a crush on him and that he was disgusted by the idea. Even though they didn’t seem that grossed out that one night he invited you to his room to watch a movie that you don’t remember actually watching.

Why would they like you and your societally hated appearance? Your plus-size body that didn’t even fit the big boobs, big butt standards. Just a weird shape with no redeeming qualities. Sure, your personality was great and you were the funniest one in your group (your preferred armor had always been humor), but men didn’t focus on that in the beginning. It was like you had to earn their attraction when it came so easily for other women.

It was way easier to be here, on the internet, scanning through fics on Tumblr or AO3 and escaping to a world where you were “You,” the heroine of every story that the chosen romantic counterpart (your favorite one being the Avenger Bucky Barnes) thought was the most amazing, brilliant, beautiful woman to ever exist.

It was a nice change of pace. To be desired. To be loved.

To be wanted.

Even if it wasn’t real.

So now, in your late twenties, instead of online dating (where men say that “most women don’t consider themselves hookup gals until they’ve met the right guy.” Yikes.), or going out on the weekends where you spend the whole night comparing yourself to all of the beautiful, skinny girls in crop tops and mini skirts, you spend your nights here. Alone, fantasizing about a life that will never be yours.

You can spend your life like this, you think. You can focus on friends, family, work, your cat Willa, and live in a make believe world written by someone else to experience romance.

You never thought that the fanfic would turn into real life.

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Bucky is going to kill Sam.

Yes, they had just saved the world from another catastrophic event and Sam officially claimed the shield and the identity of Captain America and Bucky would now consider him to be his best friend, but that doesn’t make it so that he doesn’t want to throttle him every once in a while.

Like now, while he has another photo of a random woman pushed to his face.

“Come on, man! How about her? She’s beautiful, a nurse, and does archery! She sounds awesome! And it says she’s a sucker for men with blue eyes.” He nudges Bucky’s arm with his elbow.

Bucky pushes the phone away and groans. “Man, can you please just let this go! I’m not interested in her. Not interested in anyone!”

It’s true. Bucky tried the dating apps for a few months and went on a few dates, but nothing ever came from them. First of all, it was hard to convince his dates that he really did prefer wearing a leather jacket and gloves at all times. Then the panic would set in about what would happen when he did finally take those off in front of them. He could picture their looks of horror as they stared at his giant metal arm. Yeah, that doesn’t really scream romance.

There’s also the whole being brainwashed by Nazis and held in an ice box for 70 years in order to prolong your life and do their bidding. Bucky was finally starting to heal from all of the trauma caused by that horrific time as the Winter Soldier, but he still finds it hard to connect emotionally with someone nowadays.

So yes, though this woman is beautiful and very intriguing and Bucky can totally imagine his old self taking her out for dancing, he has zero interest in pursuing anything with her or anyone else. He’s finally starting to enjoy the life he has now and is starting not to hate himself. He wants to have the time to appreciate it while he can before making it complicated….again.

“Okay okay, fine.” Sam whines, taking back his phone and pressing a few more buttons. “...but what about this one? CEO of her own startup company…”

“That’s it,” Bucky exclaims, getting up from the couch and walking towards the door. “If I come back to another photo of a woman on your phone, I’m crushing it with my vibranium hand and throwing it out the window.”

Bucky can hear Sam cackling as he shut the door and head outside.

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You’re going to kill Willa.

Like, seriously? You thought the two of you had an understanding that inside your apartment was the only place the cat could stay. Never outside. SOMETIMES you would let her hang out on the fire escape with you, but only under your supervision and on a leash.

So the fact that she chooses this moment (right before you’re about to head out for a meeting you’ve been preparing for for months) to sneak through your legs, down the five flights of stairs and through the open door of the entrance building to your apartment as your neighbor walks inside is a huge breaking of trust.

You run after her and onto the sidewalk, frantically looking left and right to see where she went.

“Willa, come ON,” you yell out into the street, out of breath from running down the stairs while trying not to break your ankles in your wedge-heels. “I do not have time for this!!!”

You see a small black figure dart down the alley from across the street and run after her.

Unfortunately, you’re too focused on rescuing your cat from the monstrous rats that dwell in the alleys of New York City to notice the car that is driving down the street and about to hit you.

You actually only have half a second to pause and reflect on this error in judgment and moment of impending death before the wind is knocked out of you and you’re being pulled out of the way and onto the ground.

But instead of the ground, you’ve landed on something, someone. Your face is resting on a black t-shirt covering an extremely solid chest, and you’re wondering if you landed on a statue instead of a person. When you look up, however, your gaze meets ice blue eyes filled with concern that shifts into relief, and just a bit of annoyance.

He looks....familiar.

Bucky is trying to even out his breathing after the sudden adrenaline rush. Relief floods over him when he sees that you’re okay and not pinned underneath the tires of a Subaru. He looks down at you and into your eyes, which are half closed in a daze.

You quickly move to stand up while frantically saying, “Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t-” you apparently get up a little too quickly because now the world is spinning and you feel as if you’re about to actually hit the pavement this time. Before that can happen the strong arms that had saved you before grab you once again to steady you.

“Easy,” Bucky says, giving you time to ground yourself. “Unfortunately I had to throw you out of the situation in a pretty rough way and I’m sure your brain is still trying to catch up.”

He quickly looks you up and down to see if there are any cuts or marks on from the fall. Luckily, your emerald green floral sundress has no tears, and you only have a small cut on the palm of your hand that had landed on the pavement and not on Bucky’s body like every other part of you did. He keeps telling himself that he’s staring into your eyes to make sure they aren’t glassy or unfocused, signifying some head trauma from being whipped around by a super soldier. But, honestly, he’s just struggling to look away from them, entranced by the way they seem to sparkle. Has he ever seen eyes do that before? He can’t seem to remember.

Finally, his stupor breaks and he asks, “What were you doing running across the street like that?”

You remember with a gasp. “Oh god,” you exclaim, “Willa!” You move away from him and run toward the alley

Bucky’s brows furrow as he turns to follow you, running at a slightly slower gate. “Willa?”

“My cat! She escaped my apartment and has never been outside and the rats are going to get her!”

He frowns. “The rats?”

“You know, street rats! And not like Aladdin. The giant rodents that lurk in the alley waiting for their next prey. They could get her!”

Bucky ignores the Aladdin reference that goes completely over his head and looks around the alley for said Willa. “What does she look like?”

You stop running and walk through, scanning every single surface in an effort to find her. “She’s a small black cat. Looks like an anxious mess.”

Bucky mutters under his breath, “I wonder where she gets it from.”

You look over your shoulder at him and give your iconic glare. Mom says it reminds her of the look your grandmother used to give her when she was growing up. And boy howdy does it work. Bucky feels like a kid in trouble while at the receiving end of this look and continues the search.

The nice thing about being a super soldier is the ability to hear every minute sound that is often missed by normal human hearing, and Bucky picks up a soft noise just a few feet ahead of you. He walks past, hyper-focused, and stops just past a pile of trash bags.

There, he finds a small black cat playing with a balled-up newspaper. He silently waves you over, not wanting to startle Willa into sprinting farther down the alley.

You slowly walk up to your feline friend, holding out your hand. “Willa,” you chirp in your most lovey-dovey cat voice. “Come here, honey.”

Willa turns around and is about to make a run for it when you jump into action and grab her little body, securing her into a tight hold in your arms you’ve learned to master in the three years of owning her. Though she originally seemed to want to flee from you, she purrs loudly in your arms.

You turn back to Bucky, who appears impressed by your speed and agility. “Well,” he says, “Looks like you got to her before the street rats could. Although her run-in with that piece of trash seemed a bit treacherous.”

You laugh, and to his surprise, Bucky’s heart flutters at the sound of it. It’s so soft, so warm, so….lovely. “Thank you,” you respond. “For helping me find her and, well, saving my life. I promise I’m not this much of a mess.” That’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“No problem. I mean, please don’t run across the street in front of a car again, but I’m happy that I was there to hurl your body to safety.” He gently reaches his hand out to Willa, who nudges her head against it. Bucky smiles. He’s always had a soft spot for cats. You swear that for a second your heart stops at the sight of this beautiful man smiling in front of you.

That moment gets interrupted by the memory of that moment from a few minutes ago flashes into your head and you grimace. It horrifies you to think of your large body crashing on top of his. “Speaking of which, are you okay?” He’s wearing a leather jacket and gloves (in the middle of July….okay, dude) so you can’t see if he has any scrapes from the fall.

Bucky shakes his head. “Yep, totally fine.” He holds up his arms to prove that there are no visible tears in his clothing or cuts on him. “This jacket is indestructible. It’s saved me from a couple of spills on my bike and still doesn’t have a mark on it.” Shuri had given it to him as a gift a few years ago for the first Christmas after everyone had returned from the blip. She had casually mentioned that she’d been experimenting with turning regular clothing into armor, and Bucky certainly put her work to the test. The thing had taken a few bullets and it still looked brand new.

You allow yourself two glorious seconds to imagine yourself riding on the back of his motorcycle with him in that jacket and then force yourself back to reality. “Okay, well, thank you again. You’re literally a lifesaver.” Willa starts squirming in your arms trying to break free. “I should get this lady inside before the rats arrive. Oh! What time is it?”

Bucky glances at his watch. “Five minutes to 2.”

“Shit,” you exclaim, rushing back to your apartment. “I’m so sorry I have to run. I have a meeting at 2. Definitely going to be late now.” You groan as you run to the edge of the sidewalk. Before you cross, you make a point to stop, look both ways, and head to the other side to the entrance of your apartment. You can hear Bucky chuckle behind you.

Once he’s sure that you have safely made it into your apartment building, Bucky continues his way down the street.

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