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consistency is not repeating 10k affirmations a day or sleeping every single night with an aff tape on.
consistency isn't overconsuming loass content.
consistency isn't waking up every morning forcing yourself to be positive (I'm looking at you, law of attraction.)
consistency is choosing to think in your favor for every moment, every minute of the day, in the face of anything the 3D shows.
thinking in your favor does not = repressing/toxic positivity
do not assign bad meanings to things.
example of what an inner dialogue may look like when you think in your favor
Damn, SP blocked me? Haha, I know I get what I want. But I can still acknowledge that I feel hurt and rejected and I feel that way because (here it comes - flipping the thought) I know I deserve better than this. I know that my dream self never faces rejection so let me be patient and reorder what I want from the universe. Let me recalibrate. I'm gonna just focus on reassuring myself, doing things I like - because the version of him that deserves me is on the way.
Do you see the nuance there? The difference between thinking in your favor vs not just having toxic positivity?
Guideline to example
Not repressing the emotions of hurt and rejection
Understanding that you give meaning to those feelings - do you believe them to be true or are you mature enough to understand that feelings are temporary and you must remain solid on what you believe despite what you feel?
Focusing on action YOU must take bc the only job is to change SELF
PERSISTENCE
xx, gigi
#gigiwrites#law of assumption#loass#loassblog#loassumption#manifestation#affirm and persist#affirmations#self concept#neville goddard#manifesting#law of manifestation#law of the universe#living in the end#edward art#robotic affirming#master manifestor#assume and persist#persistence
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Reunions
Jake Seresin x F!Reader. This is my first fic, so please be nice! Dedicated to @sebsxphia - so proud of you! Thanks to @gretagerwigsmuse for reading this over. Tagging a few people who might be interested: @blue-aconite @anniesocsandgeneralstore @wildbornsiren @seresinhangmanjake @callsignvalley @theharddeck
Warnings: pregnancy scare, situationships, anxiety.
You stand on your tip-toes, peering around the heads of the people in front of you on the dock, trying to get a glimpse of the gangway. Jake will be in his camo uniform, blending into the crowd of sailors walking off the carrier. The sun is so bright, the wind blowing the sea air off the water and mixing with the smells of the crowd around you. You feel a little nauseous. You haven’t seen him in three months.
An excited little girl knocks into you, hopping up and down, tugging on her father’s hand. “Mommy! Can you see Mommy?” Her father is smiling, even as the lines of exhaustion from the past few months carve down his cheeks. “She’s almost here, baby.” You stare a little too long. The noise of the crowd, the pressure of the bodies around you, the light, it’s all pressing down on you. You’re a little lightheaded. You look again at the gangway but can’t pick Jake out.
You’re staring at a family reunion, parents clutching their gangly son – do they really let kids join this young? He looks sixteen – when Jake finds you.
He looks perfect, bronzed by the sun, sea glass eyes full of light. He asked you to come get him, and he emailed you every week while he was away and called twice, and he calls you sweetheart -
“Sweetheart, you okay?” He’s been speaking. You should have been listening. You missed his first words to you.
“I-,” the words aren’t coming. Jake looks at you a moment, carefully.
“Too much noise?” he asks gently, so gently that it’s out of place in this boisterous scene. You nod, still unable to call up your voice.
“C’mon, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” He slings his arm around your waist and leads you back to the parking lot. Opens the passenger door for you, closes it gently. Slings his seabag into the trunk and comes around, settles into the driver’s seat.
You fold your hands tightly in your lap, braced against your stomach. It’s an old habit, to make yourself smaller. You haven’t been this tense around him since he drove you home after your fifth date.
Jake starts the car. The radio station you had on starts to play. He glances over at you as the old Garth Brooks song fills the car. You started listening to music like this with him, and kept listening when he left you. You’re pretty sure that George Strait will be in your Spotify Top 5 list this year.
The two of you head back to your place. Jake’s has been shut up for weeks, though you’ve been keeping an eye on it. He likes yours better anyway. You have soft pillows and pretty art posters on the walls, and a spice rack that you actually use. He complains that your couch isn’t big enough for a six foot naval aviator and his girl (your stomach flips again remembering when he said that), but you’ve managed okay.
Jake pulls into the apartment parking lot. There’s always a spot open for golden boy somehow, even though you usually have to circle around a couple of times and park in the back. He gets out, gets his bag, opens your door and takes your hand. You walk into the building together, take off your shoes together, bumping into each other in the small entryway to your place. You go into the living room and sit on the couch. You still haven’t spoken.
Jake joins you after he goes to the bathroom. He must have splashed water on his face, you can see the droplets on his collar. He’s tense now, too, you can tell.
“I thought I was pregnant.”
The words fall like a stone into water. His eyes widen, and drop to your flat stomach. Your hands are braced there again. You’d only been seeing him for two months before he left.
“I wasn’t – I’ve never skipped a period before, so I thought maybe – but it was probably just stress.” Stress from work, stress from family, stress from your maybe-boyfriend going to sea for three months, whatever.
But that week when you thought maybe? You’d thought about children as a hazy, dreamy someday. But this was real. You could have really had a baby – a sweet-faced baby with a round tummy and big green eyes. You could have made room in your apartment, changed your work schedule, spent Saturday mornings at the library story hour instead of sleeping off Friday night. You could have had a baby with a man who didn’t love you and probably didn’t even want to be a father.
Jake sucks in a deep breath, then exhales. “Sweetheart…” he clearly doesn’t know what to say. You’ve dropped this on him with no warning.
You stand up, pace into the kitchen. You consciously tidied up your breakfast dishes this morning even though you usually leave them for after dinner. Jake is fastidious. You run the sponge over the stovetop instead. You can never get all the grease off. Jake can.
You hear him get up and follow you. He’s leaning against the doorframe, you know without looking. You’re throwing off mixed signals, you know that. You’re not angry at him. You want him to touch you again. But you’re afraid of what he’s going to say next. If he says that the two of you weren’t serious, that it was a good thing, that he likes you a lot but he’s not cut out for fatherhood, you will either chuck the sponge straight at his head or splinter all over your kitchen floor.
“Would it have been so bad?”
What.
You spin around and gawk at him.
“I mean, we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, but I thought you wanted kids?”
What.
“I know we’ve never talked about it but it was pretty obvious when you were playing with Payback’s kid.”
Payback’s kid is adorable. She has the entire Dagger Squad wrapped around her finger. You’re pretty sure that she has never been put down the whole time she’s been in North Island. Right before everyone deployed you all had a picnic on the beach. She was wearing the tiniest sunhat you had ever seen and punched Fanboy with her tiny baby fist when he stopped her from eating sand.
“I – what?”
Jake shifts uncomfortably. You’ve never seen him like this. He’s always so confident and smooth, whether he’s sliding up beside you at the bar or opening a car door for you or carrying you to his bedroom or kissing you goodbye and whispering for you to meet him on the dock when he gets back.
“We would have figured it out.” The light through your window dapples across his face. It must be windy, you can see the branches of the tree moving from their shadows.
You literally had never considered the conversation going this way.
“Unless you didn’t – unless I’m not the one – then I guess –”
“You are.” You didn’t even realize that your mouth had started forming the words until they were out. “I didn’t – we’ve never talked about kids, or exclusivity or anything. I didn’t want to assume…” You know that your eyes are big and hopeful and watery.
Jake’s face relaxed the second you started speaking. He crosses the kitchen to you, takes the sponge from you gently and tosses it in the sink. Blindly you grope for a dishcloth to dry your hands before they come to rest lightly on his shoulders.
“Sweetheart, it’s been you since I dropped you off on your doorstep after our first date.”
Oh. Now you’re crying.
He kisses your cheeks, kisses the tears away, then lightly sets his mouth to yours. It’s the first time in three months. You’ve missed him so, so much. The week you thought you were carrying his child you’d curled yourself around your belly every night, thinking that there was a piece of him in there. It had hurt so much more than you had expected when the test came back negative.
Jake finally pulls away, looks at you with such tenderness.
“You want a baby?”
You nod, shakily. It still feels risky to admit it. Five months together, three of those apart, isn’t long at all.
“You’d better come with me to Texas for Thanksgiving then. My dad says he’ll give me my grandma’s ring whenever I’m ready, but he wants to meet you first.”
You suck in a breath. He’s told his family about you?
“Sweetheart, I like to think I’m pretty good at reading you, but I need to hear the words.”
You tip up your chin a bit. “Oh, was that a proposal?”
He grins down at you, eyes flashing.
“Oh, you’ll know when I propose, sweetheart.”
Your smile matches his.
“I guess you also know what I’ll say, then.”
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It was only a kiss
by GigiWrites
A joke kiss between Colin and Jamie turns into a nightmare.
Words: 592, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Keeley Jones, Roy Kent, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso), Richard Montlaur, James Tartt Sr.
Relationships: Colin Hughes & Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes/Isaac McAdoo, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent
Additional Tags: James Tartt Sr. Being a Jerk, Bad Parent James Tartt Sr., things are hinted at and not fully explored, Angst, Hurt
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43518768
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Seijoh!Manager Series
a/n:
This is the masterlist for this entire series including the side series of Keeping Up With Seijoh!!! so happy reading and onwards with our plant babies!!!!
- manager!seijoh playlist
°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Manager!Seijoh:
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 1
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 2
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 3
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 4
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 5
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 6
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Episode 7
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Manager!AU
°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°
εїз Keeping Up With Seijoh:
εїз Episode 1
εїз Episode 2
εїз Episode 3
εїз Episode 4
εїз Ep. ∞
εїз Episode 5
εїз Episode 6
εїз Episode 7
εїз Episode 8
εїз Episode 9
εїз Episode 10
°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°
♡ Endings:
♡ KYO Route
♡ IWA Route
♡ OIKS Route
♡ MATTSUN Route
°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°
₊��ෆˎˊ˗ Special:
₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ HALLOKNEE
₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ RANDOM SEIJOH HCs
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@gigiwrites
al87: no es por darte envidia pero
al87: creo que hoy desayunaré como una 👸
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había llegado a un punto en el que en su organismo había más alcohol que sangre. se detestaba verse en aquella situación, y aun más sabiendo que era culpa del castaño. tan pronto como sus amigas la dejaron en casa, habiéndose asegurado de que su hermana se haría cargo de ella en aquel momento, la castaña se dirigió como pudo a su habitación tratando de esquivar la bronca que se le venía encima por parte de su hermana menor, quien debía de estar más que harta de aguantar aquellas bochornosas situaciones, las cuales se habían vuelto una rutina constante. trato de ignorar por completo las palabras de la fémina, quien aprovechó para sacarle el tema de adrien. una fría mirada se dirigió a la contraria, quien la amenazo con llamar al muchacho para que aclarasen las cosas y dejar de sufrir ambos. trato de mantener su teléfono oculto, pero poco pudo hacer ante las acciones ajenas. “ni se te ocurra llamarle, o pasaras a ser hija única” amenazó con un tono que estaba lejos de sonar a amenaza. se encerró en su habitación, oyendo de fondo la conversación. “no aguanto más verla así. necesito que vengas, por favor. sabes que no te lo pediría si no fuese necesario.” se sentó recostada en la puerta, esperando a que por cualquier motivo el muchacho no se presentase en casa. su hermana comenzó a golpear la puerta, a lo que como respuesta, alejandra ignoró por completo. @gigiwrites
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“ you can’t run from me. ” sent by @gigiwrites.
“huir es para cobardes,” buscó la mirada de la otra persona y dejó que el fantasma de una sonrisa bailara sobre sus labios. “y soy muchas cosas menos eso. así que dime qué quieres, acabemos con esto.”
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“Siento que esta semana terminará de matarme.” dramatizó cada una de sus palabras y más sabiendo que recién estaba comenzando la semana. “Necesito vacaciones de la vida, dormir por un año o simplemente ver series y dormir.” Se tiró al sofá, contemplando por un par de minutos el techo de su casa. // starter para @gigiwrites
#c: rhett#gigiwrites#hola gigi <3 muchas gracias por el like#perdón por la kk de starter; si quieres que cambie algo me avisas
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And we’re back for take 2!
Sorry for the delay, but we’re back and we’re ready! Thank you to everyone who has helped us improve and fix everything that needed to be corrected when we first went live and for everyone who has been patient and understanding with us. We really and truly do appreciate it. hugs and kithes mwah <3
In light of past events we changed some of the graphics we’ve used and added a credit page to properly give credit to any graphics we use on the site now, and in the future. (If there is none it is because the graphic uses official art and was made by koca.)
onto the next order of business:
We would like to welcome our first round of new members! Thank you guys so much for applying <3 meet the fam
Alex - @bokutokoutarou - writer
Gigi - @gigiwrite - writer
Riss - @fukuronani - writer, graphic editor
Kami - @kaminii - writer
Ellie - @shou-kunn- writer
Sapphire - @nekoglasses - writer, artist
Yuki - @dafurichan - graphic editor
Sol - @boqutos - writer
Lee - @shirabangs - writer
Sam - @cadekagi - writer
Kaoru -@kaoyuuuuu - writer
Kai - @lcaita - writer
Irda - @fitriiaw - artist
Lish - @haikyuu-but-low-iq - writer, artist
Jane - @noya-sannnn - writer
Cel - @mikasa-yamaka - writer, artist
Saito - @mikas-kagehira - graphic editor
WELCOME ALL OF YOU! We look forward to getting to know you all. If anything has changed at all, be it your name, tumblr url, whether you want to actually join or not don’t hesitate to let us know!! (I noticed some changes and tried to adjust as much as i could figure out but if I need to fix anything let me know - @airybby) Make sure to also look at the rules to refresh your memory since we also updated it! And if any of you new members would like to join the net discord server: dm this blog or any of the admins and we’ll send you the invite link to join.
And now for the next part:
If you are interested in joining at all we are re-opening our application tomorrow (august 1st) and closes in ten days (august 10) and new members announced four days after (august 14)!
here is the link for the post on how to join!
We’re a multifandom net and we welcome any and all content creators whether its writing, art, colorings, edits, any and all! I hope we get the chance to see you apply!
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3. 8. and 10.
#3 dare! (list all nine of your tumblr crushes, and describe each blog/blogger in one word) in no particular order, we have:
@sugasugawarau - kindhearted
@tetsuwhore - CHARMING
@cherryonigiri - thoughtful!
@super-noya - l o v a b l e
@hairbleachwhore - productive (fr fam how do u do it)
@sa-suga - inspiring <3
@tiggyybee - encouraging~
@c0wisland - rElaTaBLe :O
@gigiwrite - brilliant (legit all your fics have me emotional, your mind blesses me)
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#8 dare! (send an anonymous compliment to one of your four "Biggest Fans" on tumblr.)
duly noted, will do that now ;) <3
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#10 truth (what was your favorite band five years ago?)
probably imagine dragons??? i think i found their album “night visions” then.
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truth or dare!
#life w gracie#check out the blogs tagged above#they are so precious and i love them#& give them a FOLLOW#sneezefiction
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success story
"The opposite happening in the 3D does not mean you are not getting your desires. It could probably be part of the "how"."
I just wanted to tell a story from one of my own friends in the law of assumption community. afaik, she does not have a tumblr. I will be either changing details or keeping things vague for privacy but this story is true and just happened last week.
The quote I have above is a paraphrase from Dylan James. I don't listen to everything he says and sometimes I have conflicting opinions BUT I appreciate the knowledge that does resonate with me and when I came across this saying it had me thinking: how is this true?
Well, I got my answer.
My friend lives in Seattle. She's from a European country and here for work and school. Her sponsorship for her green card was through her work. My friend is a master manifester. She's manifested men, her move to the States, people repeating her affs back to her. She had been affirming for a while that she made a certain salary (six figures so let's just keep it at $100,000).
My friend would keep affirming "I love my job and I make 100,000"
The reality was that her workplace environment was toxic as fuck and she wasn't being paid what she deserved but bc of her green card, she wouldn't be able to leave.
BUT GUYS. What do we always affirm?
Everything and anything will MOVE and BEND for me to get what I want.
This past week my friend got fired and of course, she freaked out.
So what did she do? Did she spiral?
no reader. she's a master manifester. she cried while affirming. she cried as she listened to aff tapes. she kept on affirming. she sent me voice notes rampaging.
SHE WAS STRESSED BUT SHE PERSISTED.
and guess what unfolded?
she found a dream job that paid exactly what she wanted, had better working conditions, AND she found a lawyer who saw a great loophole for her green card. i can't elaborate further regarding that.
the funny part is her being fired versus her quitting meant she had to get a severance package so she's getting paid as she's settling into her new job.
her losing her job = the way for the universe to give her the new one
THE OPPOSITE HAPPENING DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT THIS IS PERSISTING!!!
PERSIST.
xx, gigi
#gigiwrites#affirming#law of assumption#loass#loassblog#loassumption#manifestation#affirm and persist#affirmations#self concept#manifesting#neville goddard#edward art#void state#wish fulfilled#law of manifestation#law of assumption blog
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Nightlight
Summary: A moment on the edge with Bradley.
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: References to sex, mild angst
A/N: I wrote this after reading @roosterscock's piece about Bradley soothing the reader to sleep. It came out sadder than I meant it to, whoops. Tagging a few people who commented/reblogged the last thing I wrote. Sorry if you're a diehard Jake girlie! @gretagerwigsmuse @sometimesanalice @teacupsandtopgun @roleycoleyreccenter @blue-aconite @sebsxphia @anniesocsandgeneralstore @callsignvalley @seriouslyseresin @almostgenerallyalways @bradshawburner @seresinhangmanjake @discount-shades @theharddeck
You’re right on the edge of sleep when Bradley stirs, moving his arm from where it’s slung around your waist and flopping onto his back. A cool wash of air slips between the two of you.
(It’s been an ongoing debate between the two of you – Bradley likes to sleep naked, and likes for you to sleep naked too. Your arms get cold if they aren’t covered, and you think it’s unhygienic for your bare behinds to flop around on the sheets all night. Bradley points out that your bare behinds flop around on the sheets plenty already, and you certainly never complain about that. You remind him that you always have to change the sheets after flopping sessions. The two of you have compromised, so you wear one of his old shirts to sleep and he wears boxers. At least to start. Anyway.)
You make an inquiring noise, not quite ready to come to the surface.
“Are you awake?” Bradley whispers. You are now, but you’re too sleepy to be annoyed about it.
You don’t bother asking him what’s keeping him up. There’s a deployment coming soon, and Bradley isn’t satisfied with his squadron’s cohesion. Natasha, who is normally the one who talks him through Navy/flying + perfectionism issues, has been distracted with her own deployment (with Hangman, poor woman). He’s going to be fine – he’s always fine (he must be fine), but pre deployment jitters come for everyone. You’ve talked about it in the daylight hours, and in some of the small, dark ones too over the past few weeks. But. Nighttime hours are for sleeping.
You roll onto your back beside him, listening to him breathe as he listens to you. The noise machine on your bedside table grumbles soothingly. There’s nothing more to be said.
You reach for your Bradley, tugging until he’s draped halfway over your chest. Heavy, but you can take it.
You wait for him to settle. Then, one of your hands comes up, weaving into the curls on the back of his head. Your fingertips scratch gently across his skull and the nape of his neck. He sighs, sinking more of his weight onto you. The pressure is reassuring (he’s here, he’s still here).
“Sleep,” you croon. The rhythmic motions soothe you both. Bradley eventually goes boneless, Morpheus pulling him down. You stare at the ceiling, at the old water stain right above your heads, at the dim slats of light coming through the blinds from the streetlight outside, at the barely discernible shadows of the paintings on your walls. You’ll get to know these nighttime landmarks very well over the next few months.
Sleep is a long time coming.
#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#rooster x reader#top gun#gigiwrites
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It was only a kiss
by GigiWrites
A joke kiss between Colin and Jamie turns into a nightmare.
Words: 591, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Keeley Jones, Roy Kent, AFC Richmond Players (Ted Lasso), Richard Montlaur, James Tartt Sr.
Relationships: Colin Hughes & Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes/Isaac McAdoo, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent
Additional Tags: James Tartt Sr. Being a Jerk, Bad Parent James Tartt Sr., things are hinted at and not fully explored, Angst, Hurt
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43518768
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@gigiwrites
“en tu caso, yo le diría la verdad. total, si la sinceridad da ya asco de por sí, no creo que le vaya a causar mucho trauma, tampoco fue tu culpa”
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“se me acaba de ocurrir una idea magnífica” inició de la nada mientras jugueteaba aburrido con el cordón de su sudadera. llevaban meses buscando un lugar al que irse de vacaciones y no había manera de encontrar un destino que agradase a ambos, por lo que tal vez su propuesta podría acabar con la discusión que ambos se traían entre ambos. se incorporó del sofá y rebuscó en su mochila un mapa del mundo. “déjame un lápiz, por favor” explicó sacando el plano del mapa mientras alzaba la mirada a la muchacha. “yo voy a girar el mapa y tan solo tiene que clavar el lápiz.” explicó dirigiendo su mirada a la fémina. “y el destino que salga es a donde nos vamos, ¿te parece? @gigiwrites
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Do you have any blog or fic recommendations 👉👈
hmm, this took me a minute because there are a lot of good one’s out there aha- but, here are my favorites
@karasunology
-always makes me laugh without a doubt. jae’s writing makes me feel really warm inside when i read it, especially since i really get into it. and overall, it’s a really great experience, especially if you like a little bit of crack on the side lol- on top of that jae’s blog is so aesthetically pleasing, like the menu navi aesthetic, GENIUS. not to mention jae is very sweet and actually helped me out a bit awhile ago ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
@wordswithinmoments
-her writing is so genuine- i fell in love it with it from the first fic i read. it always hits me right in the feelings, whether it be fluff or angst. her style always touches my heart. she’s actually one of the people i admire most on here due to how beautiful her writing style is. my favorite stuff to read are her parent!au’s
~ ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
@gigiwrite
-another writer who makes me laugh. she seems very sweet, which is what i like most about her, her blog gives a very welcoming vibe, and it draws me in every time. on top of that, she’s also a sfw blog, so ya know if you're a minor or don't like nsfw ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
and some quick mentions because i have a lot more, but i don’t want this to get too long, however, i do want to say that i also very much love visiting these blogs and that these writers are all also very talented. there are also more authors that i will surely come across in the near future, so this list may grow sometime in the future:
@nekomas-kuroo
@samwritesss
@akakeiiji
@iwaixiumi
@ukeishins
@hqprotectionsquad
@sushimii
@haikyuuwriting
@bokutokoutarou
@suganovakawa
@big-oya-energy
@haikyuudreaming
@letshaikyuu
i hoped this helped~
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