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answrs · 11 months

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Readmores And You - A Really Great Tumblr Feature!

(this is technically directed at stuff I've seen in a specific tag because of the content of said tag makes it more likely to spoiler things, but it applies to anyone likely learning the ins and outs of a new site. speaking of which, hello! welcome to tumblr!) (this got. longer than anticipated. apologies, I get bogged down in trying to make things as clear as possible. ^^")

I've seen this a lot recently in the VC tags especially, where the post goes something to the effect of "tw bloody animal!" then like six periods and the images of whatever dead thing the post is about.

I recognize this is probably being carried over from some other website (...reddit probably? maybe insta?) but please. I appreciate y'all so much for trying to do what you're doing. but this method of hiding pictures isn't effective on tumblr, but there is an infinitely better option!

"but why? it works fine on other sites?" firstly, a few extra lines typically don't even take up enough space on mobile (let alone desktop) to hide your pics, so even at a glance anyone is likely still seeing at least the top half of whichever picture you posted before even noticing the trigger warning on top. second, because you have to scroll all the way past the images at the bottom of your post anyway to get to the next one on your dash/in the tag/etc. so if someone comes across your post and the trigger warning is applicable as something they want to avoid, unless they have access to a keyboard to use a keybind shortcut that ive been here 12 years and still cant remember, they can't see any other posts after it without either having to scroll through the pics or outright block you. which is... not the most ideal of options I would say.

"but what else am I supposed to do then!?" I hear you ask.

READMORES!

tumblr has a wonderful feature known as a "readmore" that's built into the site! it creates a break in your post, which hides any content - be it words, images, whatever - that you place underneath it, not showing it unless the person viewing it clicks on the words "keep reading" (formerly "read more" - hence the name :D).

Cool, how do I do that?

on mobile you can place one by tapping an empty line and clicking the grey squiggle icon from the selection that allow you to insert an image/vid/link

which will place a squiggly line into the post you're making:

(desktop uses the same icon, it's just in a more compact row of icons.)

you can drag it around after placing it too, just like photos. (note: mobile can get finicky with this and it's usually just easier to remove it -click the big red X- and add it in the new place you want it.)

EDIT: some of the versions of mobile editor are broken and don't show the icons. to add it in manually type ":readmore:" (with the colons, but not the quotation marks) on its own line. Thank you for the reminder, LovingTogetic!

this is also a nice way to keep your blog tidy and not swamped in long and/or spoilery posts (say if you're posting 5k word fics, or extensive meta, or gushing over the ending of the latest game or TV show most people probably haven't seen yet)! it's not required, obviously, but it's generally considered a common courtesy for others that will be seeing your post cross their dashboard.

finally, an example of the readmore in action:

(ta-da!)

have fun out there y'all, I hope this is helpful ^^

as an aside (I wasn't sure where to put this but under the break seemed appropriate), you may also see a lot of personal/vent posts be fully under readmores as well, even if the post is only a sentence or two long. this is mostly so followers don't necessarily see it unless they specifically click, but there's a more frustrating history to it becoming a thing: when a post is reblogged, any content above the break is permanently frozen as it existed at the time, but anything under it will reflect edits made to the post. while not common, a certain type of user sometimes browse the various "do not rb" tags and will purposefully reblog personal posts in order to upset and distress the users. putting those things under a readmore make it so even if that happens, the text can be deleted from all iterations of the post. recently the site rolled out an option to lock a post to reblogs, but you gotta mess with the settings and it's mostly a habit after a decade here dealing with the nonsense.

#tumblr guide #hope it's okay to tag i'll remove if asked but #vulture culture #how to #tumblr how to #readmores #tumblr how-to

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spideyspoods · 5 years

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illusions (ffh spoilers)

Pairing: Peter Parker X F!Stark!Reader A/N: tumblr needs to get their act together because this is the SECOND (2nd) time i’ve posted this. i edited the tags and everything on it DISAPPEARED. anyways i hope you like this despite my obvious anguish bc this is one of my favs so far.

Warnings: Mentions of death, manipulation, angst if you look close, and depictions of action sequences.

Word Count: 3k

Masterlist!

Y/N Stark was on a plane to Venice all because of her boyfriend, Peter Parker. She thoroughly convinced herself on not going for the main reason being that she wasn’t sure if she would enjoy it because of everything that came before, including her Father’s death. Peter knew that, but he also knew that she deserved a break. After using the infamous Parker Puppy eyes, she packed a suitcase and chose a window seat next to him. “How was your Spider-Man appearance last night?” she teased with a knowing smile. His Aunt May hosted a charity event and in efforts to gain more awareness, and invited Spider-Man over to say a few words. Peter bit his tongue, remembering how awful it was. “I only said four words but I think I nailed it!” Sadly, Y/N could see through his lies. “It could’ve gone much worse! Oh that reminds me, apparently Nick Fury tried to call me-”

“Wait really? What’d he say?” She shifted in her seat, using Peter’s jacket as a blanket. “I don’t know I didn’t answer it.”

“You’re joking. Peter he’s going to tear up the city looking for you now!”

“I just wanted a relaxing vacation for once!”

“That’s out the window now that you ghosted him are you kidding me?” Y/N knew from personal experience that leaving Fury hanging was the quickest way to death. Peter had a point, but she knew that this was inescapable. Peter frowned, not realizing how much of a big deal it was. “He’s probably going to call me instead. Don’t be shocked if he’s one of the flight attendants, Parker. I warned you.”

After eight hours, the group had finally landed in Venice. After setting their bags down in their ‘charming’ hotel, the class had an hour to kill on sightseeing. On the plane, Peter had been memorizing certain Italian phrases to help conversation flow smoothly, but for the most part it made things worse. As they were ordering gelato, he stumbled over his words. Y/N tried to stifle a laugh over his poor pronunciation, before speaking for him. Peter was shocked as Y/N continued taking in the sights. “You didn’t tell me you speak Italian.”

“I can’t reveal all of my secrets at once,” she winked. Peter looked down, chuckling before shooting his head back up and looking to her. “What? Is it the ‘Peter Tingle’?” Usually he’d make a deal out of it, but this time he just simply nodded and ran towards the canals, Y/N following closely behind.

Water gushed up, raining down as it soaked everyone. “What the hell is that?” Y/N stood up analyzing the scene. “It’s some sort of hydro man? Get everyone out!” she pointed her finger towards safety, leading everyone away from the danger. Ned was one of the last ones to flee, but she stopped him. “Make sure nobody sees me and Peter, got it?” He nodded, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the definition of power couple?” She rolled her eyes and smirked at the comment before seeing Peter crashing into the bridge. Y/N ran to him, pulling him to his feet. Ready to fight, they saw a trail of green smoke contain the monster.

Left and right, buildings crumbled. Peter was at the bell tower, webbing everything up to minimize the damage while Y/N stood low, scanning for any openings. With one final green blast, the water erupted one more time before disappearing. All of them finally had time to catch their breath. The mysterious man hovered closer to them and spoke, “Thanks for your help. I think we’ll see each other soon.”

Once they had dried off, Peter & Y/N took a seat on the stairs of the hotel lobby. On the small TV in the corner, Italian reporters displayed footage of what had happened moments ago. “They’re calling him Mysterio, man of mystery or something.” MJ remarked.

“I’m just trying to wonder why he has a fishbowl on his head and a cape. That’s poor costume design right there,” Ned said making everyone laugh. With a look of disinterest, Flash crossed his arms. “Yeah but he’s no Spider-Man.” Y/N gave a look to Peter who stayed silent, “You’re right. Spider-Man is much cooler.” Flash’s eyes lit up with excitement, as if he were a child again. “You’ve met Spider-Man?!”

“I thought that was a given. The Avengers are practically my family.” she spoke softly, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her.

“No way! What’s he like?”

“He’s great and super funny. Not to mention he’s kind of cute.” Peter coughed, trying to cover the fact he was blushing. Flash on the other hand didn’t buy it, “He can’t be that cute. You’re dating Peter out of all people.” Y/N simply glared, sending a chill down his spine.

Ned & Peter resigned to their shared hotel room. Just as they entered, Peter’s best friend was shot down by a tranquilizer dart, crashing to the floor. He jumped, turning to see Nick Fury sitting on the small couch. “You’re a hard man to track, Spider-Man.” Shit. Y/N was right. Then again, when was she not?

After a few disruptions he was taken to an underground base to discuss the threats in private. Y/N stood next to the same man they saw earlier, whose actual name was Quentin Beck. “I told you that he’d find you.” Y/N muttered. Beck continued to explain his dilemma. “I come from earth, just not your earth.” “Are you saying that there’s a multiverse because that’d be insane! Actually impossible, that would change the way we think of time and space as we know it!” Peter continued to ramble, before being met with a bored glare from Agent Hill. Quentin looked at the boy with empathy, “Hey. Don’t apologize for being the smartest one in the room.” Y/N knew that it was true, hell the kid was a brainiac, but something felt off about the man. He had taken an interest to both of them and seemed very enthralled. Despite his backstory, it felt as if it was too coincidental to be true. Essentially the mission was to stop the most powerful Elemental in Prague, but it meant ditching their class. Y/N had her fair share of missions already and insisted on going while Peter was reluctant. Fury stayed silent for the rest of the meeting, handing Peter a glasses case before dismissing both of them.

The next morning, Mr. Harrington gathered all of the students for an announcement. “I know the itinerary says that we’re going to Paris, but the travel agency called and offered us a deal to go to Prague instead!” The class cheered while Peter’s face looked pale. Y/N stood next to him, taking his hand into hers. “We need to get some more rest on the bus, we have a fire monster to kill.”

Hours later, Y/N & Peter were in position. They sported their new suits, that were essentially the same thing they were used to but just black to stay incognito. Y/N perched on a tile roof opposite of Peter. There were small crowds of people, mingling amongst the square. Seeping through a metal grate, molten began to pour out. “It’s showtime.” As the lava monster began to form, everyone sprung into action. “Make sure that it doesn’t touch any metal, that’s how it grows!” Y/N eyes darted to the ferris wheel where she spotted Ned & Betty stuck at the top. She stuck her hand out, moving the entire ferris wheel away from the fire elemental. Y/N had telekinesis as a result of a mission gone wrong, and only used it in emergencies.

The monster roared, chasing Peter up the wall as he flipped away. He webbed up a metal pole and jumped, yanking it away from its reach. Quentin took a hit at the monster, only making it even more furious. The battle seemed to have reached a dead end, as it inched closer and closer to the ferris wheel; leaving everything ablaze. “Kid, hold it back!” Y/N put all of her strength into pushing away the elemental, but it was just too strong. She yelled in pain, giving it her all. “That’s it, I’m going in.”

“Beck, what are you doing?” Peter screamed.

“What I should’ve done before!” He ran into the creature, engulfed in flames. The monster tore apart and shattered apart, turning into ashes. Y/N collapsed on the ground at the sudden loss as Peter ran to her, making sure she wasn’t hurt. “Hey hey hey, we did it. Are you alright?” She slowly got to her feet, panting. “I think so? Where’d he go?”

Quentin stirred, before standing back up. “I think I need a drink. Come on, let’s go.” Y/N and Peter looked to each other, “We’re underage.” “What about it?” He continued to walk away, taking his helmet off. Y/N took notice of his face before placing a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder, “You should go with him, I think I’ll sit this one out, make sure that everyone knows we’re okay.” He squeezed her hand before following after.

Y/N peeled off her suit and freshened up. Her legs were covered with cuts and she spent a while recovering. There was a knock at her door to reveal MJ & Ned. She beckoned them in, locking the door. MJ raised a brow to the suit. Y/N never told her, but she trusted her friend enough to see it. “Something just doesn’t add up. I feel like I’ve seen him before.” She tapped her watch to display a hologram. “SID, do we have any files on a Quentin Beck?” SID, or ‘Stark Industries’ Database’ was her father’s final gift to her.

From a young age, Y/N always had an interest in technology and innovation, something she inherited from her father. Even if it were past her bedtime, Tony would sneak her into the lab; projecting constellations onto the ceiling. He would point out each one and tell stories about what they meant. As little Y/N began to nod off to sleep, he would whisper “I love you more than the sun and stars, pumpkin.” Despite being tired, she always had the energy to respond. “But the sun is a star.” As she grew up, it became their inside joke. Smart kid but a smarter mouth, Pepper would say. When her father passed away, he left a note and the watch. On the band, ‘I love you more than the sun and stars’ was engraved in silver letters. Y/N struggled sometimes, but felt at ease once she knew he was always with her.

SID continued to sift through as Ned marveled at the technology. “Y/N that’s why I came here. I found this at the battle. Looks like some piece of a robot, maybe a drone?” MJ handed her the sleek white machine part. Turning it over in her hands, it whirred to life and projected a scene identical to what happened at the battle. “What the hell,” she whispered.

“One match to Quentin Beck, former Stark Industries employee.” SID chimed. It didn’t take long for her to realize what was happening. “We need to get Peter.” Y/N rushed to the door, before hearing her window slide open. Her boyfriend took off his mask, freezing at the sight of MJ. “It’s fine, she knows. Listen, babe, I need to use EDITH real quick.” His mouth hung open as he tried to find the words, “It’s with Quentin.”

“Why the hell does he have it?”

“I gave it to him!”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, you’re going to be the end of me! That was his plan all along!” Y/N rubbed her temples. “What’s going on?” Ned gestured to SID and the drone piece when Peter realized he messed up big time. Y/N slipped into her suit, turning away from anyone. “Wait, where are you going?” Peter held her arms, worried. “I need to tell Fury, he’s in Berlin and we don’t have any time to waste.”

“I’m going with you!”

“You can’t. If he worked with Stark Industries then I’m the one he’s after.”

“That makes no sense, he’ll hurt you,” he frowned as tears started to form in his eyes. He couldn’t lose her too, especially if he knew that it was his fault. Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “No. He won’t. MJ and Ned, tell Mr. Harrington I had family matters to attend. Peter, Happy will pick you up to keep you updated.” They all nodded and Y/N grabbed her mask before opening the window. “I love you,” Peter said.

“I love you too.” Just like that, she was out and after Quentin.

A few hours later, Y/N arrived to the sleek building where Fury was supposed to be. She was still dressed in her suit, but wasn’t phased. There were bigger problems to face. A black car eased towards her as she stopped in her tracks. The tinted windows rolled down, showing Fury in the driver’s seat. She slipped in as he drove off, beckoning her to stay quiet before she started talking.

As soon as they made it into a conference room, the worried girl started talking at lightning speed catching him up to date along with Maria. “So you’re saying that Mr. Beck isn’t who he says he is? I’ll admit, I had my doubts about him.”

“He’s a total fraud after power and lies. Here I have this as proof!” She slid the drone piece in their direction. “We have to act fast. Let me go after him, I’m the one he wants anyways.” Nick kept his stone cold glare and before either of them speak, their surroundings flickered and disappeared. “He’s here.” A drone threw an explosion in their direction, as Y/N dived to protect him. She seemed to phase through the ground, landing on her back in a concrete warehouse. “Wow, Y/N. Just when I thought we were finally bonding. I knew Fury had to die, but now you’re convincing me that you need to go too.” Y/N spun around, drones appearing out of thin air surrounding her. “Stop hiding, you coward!”

Her surroundings shifted into a pitch black room, Mysterio inching towards her. “You know, you’re just like your Father. That arrogant son of a bitch only did what he thought would help himself.” Y/N threw a punch at him, only to realize that it was a solid concrete pillar. She winced, seeing Morgan standing at the top of Stark Tower, confused. “Y/N what’s happening?” Her head pounded and she couldn’t see straight. “Stop it!” Beck stood behind her little sister, the ground disappearing as they fell. It seemed endless and she couldn’t wrap her head around it until she crumpled on top of a car. Drones whirled over her head, taking her into another vision. She stretched out her arms, desperate to move them away but they only grew closer.

“You hide behind your Father’s lies, thinking that you Starks are so high and mighty. I’m here to show the truth!” Y/N stood upon stone, a statue of Mysterio looming over her. “Mysterio is the truth!” The weathered stone crumbled, suffocating her. Y/N gasped, face covered in dust and blood. “You’re the reason why your father died, don’t deny it.” His voice echoed into a hollow room. In front of her was his tombstone. Her breath hitched in her throat, before a decaying Iron Man suit took her into a chokehold. She had tears in her eyes, but remembered that it wasn’t real. It shifted once more, this time Tony laying against a rock. The light in his eyes were long forgotten. “You failed me. You’ll,” he stammered “never be enough.”

“Dad!” she reached for him, and closed her eyes. “This isn’t real.”

“Oh, but isn’t it?” Y/N stood on a fire escape 100 floors high as Peter gripped to the edge. “Y/N please,” he pleaded. His eyes were bruised and nose bleeding. “Peter!” The floor creaked and her heart thumped. “Y/N help me!” She grunted, pulling him up. “You’re okay,” she whispered pressing her forehead to his. His eyes turned red, “I never needed you.” Peter pushed her back as the illusion dissolved, and into a speeding train.

She tried to yell, but couldn’t bring herself to breathe. Barely clinging on, she had split vision. Slipping through the train door, Y/N slipped into unconsciousness and away from everything.

Peter wasn’t able to focus at all the entire day Y/N was gone. Ned tried his best to distract him with Star Wars anecdotes, but even that didn’t work. During lunch, he saw Happy talking to his teachers before motioning him to follow. Peter got into the jet, Happy not taking a single second to waste. “What happened? Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?”

“She’s in Broek op Langedijk-”

“What? Where is that? How close are we?”

“Netherlands. We’re an hour out, but she’s alive don’t worry-” Peter scoffed, pacing in the jet. “How am I not supposed to worry? I love her and she can be on the verge of dying right now-”

“Peter-”

“I knew I should have gone with her-”

“Peter! I’m going as fast as I can, but I need to concentrate. I care about her too, okay? We just need to try to calm down, can you do that for me?”

As soon as they touched down in a field of tulips, Peter jumped out. Y/N’s eyes were bloodshot and her arms scratched. There was a red stain on her neon orange shirt that she definitely wasn’t wearing when he last saw her. “Y/N thank god you’re okay-” he took her into a hug, only to be pushed away. “Stop it! Get away from me!” He raised his hands up defensively, and felt sharp pain seep through his heart. He had fought villains and had been on the verge of dying, but even that didn’t hurt as much as this.

“Y/N, please.” She was taken back to the moment Quentin messed with her mind. His voice was exactly the same, making the battle in her mind even more difficult to fight.

“No, no. You’re not real!” He stepped closer to her, reaching for her hands. In his grasp, she made fists; trying to hit him. Y/N’s voice trembled, “Let me go! Come on, Beck! Tell me how I failed everyone I know!” She looked him dead in the eye. This wasn’t the Y/N he knew. Now, she looked so weak; something she had never been before. “I’m not Beck, Y/N I swear. I’m here for you and I want to help you.” His eyes were glossy, the girl he loved didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. “Promise me that you’re not some sort of illusion!”

“Y/N I promise!”

“What’s something only Peter & I would know?” He immediately thought back to their first date a year ago. “Okay on our first date I got you flowers, but I didn’t know you were allergic.” Y/N seemed to ease up as he continued. “After you recovered, we went to the fire escape. I told you I love you, even if it might have seemed to early but I told the truth,” Truth, Quentin’s voice echoed in her mind. “We kissed and May saw us! Remember, she dropped the snack platter?”

Y/N ran into his arms, sobbing. He kissed her and wiped the tears away. Peter took her face into his hands. He whispered words into her ear, stroking her back. “You’re real. You’re here.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead.

“Yeah, I’m here. I always will be.”

Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated, but not required! My requests and taglist are open! :)

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bookburnt · 4 years

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Content on this blog, both text and images, will deal frequently with canon-typical horror. I will do my best to tag any common triggers, and will tag less-common triggers on request, but if you’re uncomfortable or unsafe with the horror-tragedy themes of The Magnus Archives, you may be better off not following this blog. No hard feelings.

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Please don’t reblog rp threads you’re not in. It’s fine if you like them, but reblogging them gets confusing for me and my partners.

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You can call me Swid. I’m white, over 21 years old, go by they/them/theirs pronouns, and am in a committed monogamous relationship.

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lucifer-hot-as-hell · 5 years

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About me and my blog

To all followers that may have stumbled onto my blog without knowing why... this is some "warning" how I am and how I use Tumblr.

I reblog posts/pictures I like and put my tags on them as I use tags to scroll through at times. I think twice before replying to post or reblogging with text. Sometimes I do and then start as discourse and regret it. Sometimes I add something may people like. I respect tags telling me not to reblog.

I like it when people like and reblog my posts. I wouldn’t like my stuff being reposted uncredited but its’ tumblr-ettiquette not to do so, I guess.

my main tags:

#the drool tag this tag contains pictures of Tom Ellis that I find hot and just make me drool... what goes in there is pretty subjective

#I find tom ellis highly attractive self-explaining, isn’t it? overlaps with #the drool tag.

#deckerstar I reblog gif-sets, edits and a lot of stuff I like about deckerstar

#lucifer on netflix no matter what season the post is about, I reblog posts about lucifer in this post since Netflix saved our show.

#lucifer spoilers I try to tag all spoilers. If I forgot, please let me know.

#lucifer fan art / #lucifer fanart I haven’t been consistent with these tags. I reblog stuff I like or post a bit of my own stuff (which is not as good as stuff by others)

#hubby vs. lucifer this tag is for personal observations from my life my husband’s “jealousy” of Tom Ellis / Lucifer and how my husband comments on Lucifer on Tom Ellis.

#infp This tag is for my personal musings. Anything I can relate to from a personal level goes in there.

I have a few other tags that I use repeatedly but those are just for reference for me. They are often related to people and moods. I can go to the tag and relive the moods...

I reblog stuff related to accessibility, disability or politics because I have a personal connection. I usually don’t reblog LGBT+ stuff. This does not mean that I am homophobic - on the contrary. I’ve learned on tumblr that sometimes when you are too “privileged” you should just keep your mouth shut and not say anything at all. So before I may offend anyone with a reblog, I rather scroll past.

Now something personal about me:

I am 35 years old, female, married, mom, cis-het, I don’t like labeling my sexuality because it has no significance to me. I do appreciate females more from an aesthetic point of view (Tom Ellis being a rare exception) and in other ways as well... but that’s a personal thing.

I like the label INFP for my personality. I like HSP at times but I’m not sure if it really applies to me. But I try not to label myself with any disorder - probably don’t have any at all....

I am privileged as they say. And I feel guilty about it. I am German. Which means I felt like apologizing for my mere existence, the existence of my people and the not-existence of others all my life. Meanwhile I have learned that living in this country is really a privilege. We have an excellent health care system, a more or less stable economy and it’s generally really safe here. But that’s pure luck... nothing I actively choose so I’m sad if I’m hated for being white, straight, married-with-kids.... I am not part of any major minority, yet the rest of my family is (my husband is not german, my daughter has a disability) So I still have reasons to feel threatened by the right populistic idiots that are spreading across the world.

And I do have empathy with others. Yet I have problems showing it. I remember a lot of information about people and I may put it together in a wrong way and come around offensive. I’m very insecure about interactions this is why I keep anyone from outside my own little family at distance. This distance may appear as arrogance at times but it’s just self-protection. Sometimes I break this rule of keeping distance. But then I often end up messing it up. So if you interact with me please remember that I don’t mean any harm. I apologize a lot and sometimes forget to scale down my over-dramatic expressions. I don’t limit myself in my posts but I know a lot of things I post would come around wrong if I said them to others.

I use some tags as trigger warning as well. Like I put “#abortion” in the tags in one discussion because some people may not want to see posts about it and have the tag blacklisted.

You may want to blacklist tags if you don’t like parts of my content and if you want any trigger to be tagged let me know.

Again, I’m grateful that you follow me and let me know if I have to change anything about my blog (not about myself - sorry, I can’t suddenly become someone else just not to offend people - and I’m really sorry about it) let me know.

#personal #infp #my blog

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Creator 2017

Thank you for tagging me, @aspyforthethrone ! :)

Rules: It's time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you've created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you've brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. <3

Well, here goes nothing! Below the cut because I got chatty.

1. Beautiful

First of all, I love these two dorks. So damned much. And I love love love this little moment between them. I’m fairly certain that I’m Sanna’s not the only person in the galaxy that is a bit self-conscious, unsure of themselves, and “wait, seriously, you think I’m beautiful? Me? But evidence X, Y, and Z definitely contradicts that...”

Let me state for the record: I don’t hate Doc. I -- like Sanna -- think that, deep down, he has a good heart, but he’s just... not the right fit for her. She did romance him until she met Theron, and then she realized that her gut was right and Doc wasn’t the person for her.

2. A snowball fight on Alderaan

Okay, so let me start by saying that I love winter. I love the snow, the cold, the holidays... and yes, I am probably insane. And then I moved to the Lone Star state with Mr. Knitter almost ten years ago. And let me just tell you how miserable and cranky I get after three months of 90F+ days, with more 85F+ days into November. Damn, I miss a midwestern autumn, with the fallen, brilliantly-colored leaves crunching beneath your feet, the smell of the same leaves wafting through the air...

Anyway, the point of this is that I miss winter. I miss snow. (Though Texas has seen more in the last month than it has in the last couple years, at least in my neck of the woods.) I miss snowball fights followed by hot cocoa inside, in front of a roaring fireplace. (I do NOT, however, miss the salt all over my car or driving on icy, unplowed roads or wind so cold you can’t feel your cheeks anymore. Pros and cons. *shrugs*) It was really fun to let Sanna and Theron have the fun in the snow that I miss.

3. 12 Days of Christmas Prompt(s)

(and its follow-up here)

This is kinda cheating, since it’s really a 3-for-the-price-of-1 deal. This whole story is canon for Sanna and Theron (ah, the delicious angst of knowing that KotFE is coming!) and this was a great reason to write it up and post it.

4. You can’t rush perfection

Oh, Eli’anara Nabeshin. I love her so much. She’s a sassy snark-monster with a heart of gold who puts family and friends-who-might-as-well-be-family before everything else.

Ellie was created for a tabletop RPG back in 2011, in order to set up backstory before a handful of us started playing this new Star Wars MMO set in the Old Republic that was coming out. I have so much history with her and I really, really need to finally write it up. (This is easier said than done, as I fell into the Theron Shan dumpster, like, a year and a half ago and I fell SO HARD and am having a hard time getting out. Dammit.)

5. Intimacy Prompt

It’s just so... sweet and tender and caring. These two dorks take forever to figure out how they feel about each other, even though pretty much everyone else on Odessen has it figured out by ch 10 of KotFE. I think that they know better, deep down, but just ... show one another how they feel, rather than get caught up in words. They do get better, though!

Honorable Mention(s)

Hush, you. I can add more if I want to. The rules are more like... guidelines anyway. ;)

Perhaps one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve written, brought on by the datamined Umbara spoilers. More so than the AU’s where I kill off half of my OTP (because I’m evil like that).

“I love you” whispered in the ear

This is the very first thing that I ever posted. Anywhere. Ever. Hitting “post” was pretty much the most nerve-wracking thing.

Tags: @andveryginger , @queen-scribbles , @momentarilyhere , @delavairesslegacy , @imkerf-uffle-d

Also, anyone else who wants to participate! The plague hath struck Casa de Knitter and I’ve been popping in and out of Tumblr, so I’m not sure who’s been tagged and who hasn’t; apologies if I missed you or re-tagged you!

#creator 2017 tag meme #creator 2017 #aspyforthethrone #thank you for the tag!

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