me: 12k words deep into the singer steve fic
my brain: i don't like this. let's start over.
me: ????????
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if you're asking for drawing requests, maybe Willow in her timeskip look or Luz with the Collector??
[ID: a digital illustration of Luz (in her titan form from watching and dreaming) and The Collector. Luz stands on a small hill of red grass, waving at The Collector, who's off-screen but depicted to the audience as a closeup inside a star shaped panel. Luz is waving at the off-screen Collector with a smile, while The Collector smiles tearfully at her. Small uncoloured doodles of Eda and King are depicted waving at the collector in the background. End ID]
This was meant to be a doodle anon but unfortunately I went off the shits. Anyway, collector sees Luz post-resurrection and cries big gross happy tears bc he's so happy she's alive
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masterlist
*indicates smut / updated 12/30/23
dylan o’brien
Swimsuits & Sangria*
➙ Pt II: Cure for a Red Wine Hangover* (coming soon!)
Unfair*
Reunion*
A Year By Your Side
➙ Summer
➙ Autumn* (coming soon!)
➙ Winter*
➙ Spring
➙ Epilogue*
5 seconds of summer
recent works
When Our Friend Isn’t Around | C.H.
➙ Pt I: The Patio
➙ Pt II: The Kitchen
➙ Pt III: The Living Room*
➙ Pt IV: The Guest Bedroom*
Poolside* | C.H. (coming soon!)
7+ year old works, untouched & unedited (i truly cannot vouch for the quality of these lmao)
Sober* | M.C.
Don’t Be | C.H.
Don’t Tell Me What to Do* | C.H.
Tagged Preferences
Tagged Blurbs
misc
everything i’ve written + posted to this blog (incl L.H. + A.I.)
ao3: inthemorning
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my plan tomorrow: watch decked out vods during work bc it's probably gonna be slow. make myself food in my crockpot for dinner assuming i did indeed get all my ingredients i needed the last time i went shopping. make myself....some sort of alcoholic drink. sit down at my computer and spend the rest of the evening fully rewriting That Scene in firewatch au
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it's so funny (read: sad) that if bigoted fuckheads didn't insist i was a woman simply by virtue of my body at birth, i'd probably be chill with she/her pronouns in addition to he/they. if my mom didn't insist i was her daughter, i'd probably let her call me that, and we could still have a relationship.
i'm nonbinary and 'gendered' words are hypothetically meaningless, but because there are so many people who are more interested in telling me who i am rather than lovingly and curiously letting me express my own sense of self, those words carry trauma.
there's no reason a nonbinary person like myself can't be a son and a child and a daughter. there's no reason a nonbinary person like me can't go by he, they, and she.
'she' is not a slur. 'daughter' is not derogatory. 'beautiful' 'pretty' 'gorgeous' 'feminine' are not insults.
to the contrary, they're parts of language that express certain facets of a multi-faceted human existence, like mine.
and i have this sad, mournful feeling that if it weren't for unloving, condescending people, i'd probably be down to be called any of those things alongside my usual masculine/neutral terminology.
but i'd rather die than let anyone tell me what i have to be called.
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