#most of my blog is queued but i have actively been trying to just reblog femme content instead of queuing it
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when i started this blog something that was really important to me was prioritizing zelda herself/women from loz. like i remember feeling like all the fanart i saw was either link or zelda WITH link, and most of the fics i read focused on link’s perspective while zelda played a supporting role. and like if you know me you know i love zelink (if you don’t know me, hi, i like zelink, lmao) but it kinda bugged me how skewed everything felt. and in time y’know i’ve gotten distracted lost interest here and there etc. but i’m gonna go back to making more of a conscious effort to share content prioritizing women again
i love link too and i’ll still obvi be sharing link-centric content don’t get me wrong but he gets enough spotlight from fandom. i feel. so i’m going to give a little more space to the girls here
#support women! support trans ppl! support bipoc!#we all need to be better about giving space to ppl that arent white + (cis/het)male#most of my blog is queued but i have actively been trying to just reblog femme content instead of queuing it#i am working really hard to unlearn gender essentialism!#but either way that doesn’t mean women & femme presenting ppl don’t get less attention#i’m not trying to open a can of worms here but sometimes the obsession with mlm content feels….#a certain way. to me#as someone that is afab and identifies as female#to each their own do your thing#fandom doesn’t have to be a political statement either#just have fun and cultivate your own space on the internet
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With Lent approaching in the Orthodox Church (it starts March 18th), I'm going to be taking Lent off on both of my blogs. So just a reminder that the blog that I'm most active on (and the blog that will have the most stuff queued up on it during my absence) is my blog where I'm exploring Orthodoxy -> https://orthodoxadventure.tumblr.com/ . You are always welcome to ask for prayer requests, mental health / trauma resources and advice and such over on there, regardless of your denomination.
I will try and queue up some mental health and disability resources to post over on this blog during my absence. But I don't really know how to approach sharing religious content on this blog. I don't mind reblogging the occasional art piece. If anyone has any suggestions on this part, then I'd be happy to hear it. I have kind of stayed clear about sharing a lot of religious content on here since my return (apart from occasional prayers and Scripture) because I would hate to be misleading about where my headspace is at with my faith.
I am still couchsurfing, but I'm in new temporary accommodation that will keep me going for a little while longer. And I have some job interviews lined up, so please pray that something works out so I can get myself somewhere stable soon. I have now been confirmed by the final housing association in my area that I'm now on their list for housing. Hopefully one of these lists will be able to grant me a place to stay soon. It's definitely going to be an interesting time in my personal life to be going through Lent.
May God bless, guide, and comfort you all.
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may i ask how long u've been on tumblr/how you reached 10,000 followers? it seems like quite a feat and i've been trying to post my own stuff (aesthetics, themes, moodboards, etc) for while now almost regularly and i've been stuck at 59, 60, or 61 followers for that entire time. it only ever fluctuates between those three numbers and my most recent followers have been bots. i guess i'm asking if you have any advice? 😅
i’ve been on tumblr for exactly two years, but in october 2022 i accidentally deleted the account and had to start over (kids, the lesson is to never try to delete a sideblog on your phone, do it on the pc, that’s the only place you can do it, because if you try on the phone it’ll delete everything, all of your blogs, including your main) so, it’s taken me 1 and a half years.
well, i have tons of advice about all manner of things, but this specifically, how to get more followers? it’s a little more loosey goosey and based on luck and stuff. but here are a few of the advice i can give:
well, first of all i believe that kindness goes a long way, certainly with getting your followers to stick with you.
ALWAYS check the tags when you post stuff you want people to find, make sure you aren't using any tags that are broken or anything. this is part of the routine i have whenever i post a new fic, always always check that it's showing up in the tags. i'm also always that anon for my moots whenever i notice that their stuff isn't showing up and they either didn't know or needs a bit of help. if you don't know your way around tumblr tags, then this post right here is very very helpful. also just use the proper and appropriate tags, but i'd think that was a given.
you say that you post stuff like moodboards and such? to be honest, i don't know how many of my followers follow me exclusively for that genre of my content, i don't know how many followers are normal when that is your blog's thing.
some people like to spam post a ton of stuff, some people like their dash extremely active, i personally don't. i've unfollowed/just not followed people who i like just fine, but who post an overwhelming amount. i might not be the only one who's like this. i personally have some posts queued, i have a bit of a schedule of regular posts that i trickle out. like stuff that i reblog, there is a pattern to how i do it, just to spread it out and to keep it organised (because everything in my life is meticulously organised). like i always have a comforting little thing to reblog between 5 and 6 in the morning for me, because then it'll be one of the first things people in my timezone sees and one of the last things a nightowl might see.
also try and keep your blog organised, have tags for things so that it's easy for people to filter (and also easy for you to find stuff), have a pinned post that's kind of a gentle welcome/intro/guide to whoever clicks on your blog, that kind of stuff, also just try and make the blog pretty and inviting, not just the default tumblr icon and stuff (those lowkey scare me)
keeping timezones in mind when you post. think about if it's a good time for most people, is it a time of day where one could be looking at their phone, taking a little break.
reblog stuff! interact with people! support others that you like and maybe that someone will support you!
i've never posted stuff "in order to get lots of followers," or anything. i just personally really like my writing, and since i do, then there must be someone else that does as well. turns out i was right.
learn that your blog is like your little house. you make the rules, you decide who gets to stay, you get to do whatever makes you happy and no one can tell you that you are wrong.
at the end of the day, everyone is gonna like something different, you can't please everyone, so just make your blog, your content, exactly how you like it, just be your wonderful weird beautiful self and no one else.
「 come join my 10k celebration 」
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I'M ALIVE! 😅
heyo, it's been a minute, huh? a while, actually....
i'm sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for...months. a lot's been happening in my life, but as of right now, i'm doing okay.
the last few posts on my blog were all scheduled/queued, so the truth is i haven't been on here since early November.
the simplest way to put it, is that i've gotten a lot more involved in my local community and political activism. it's been rough, with everything going on, and tbh it's not going to get any easier anytime soon.
since october: my long-time partner and i broke up, i've been involved in several very.......spicy legal situations during a few pro-Palestinian protests, been to the hospital a few times, and... a friend of mine unexpectedly passed away....
overall, i'm fine. not GREAT, but fine. i'm functioning, i'm doing everything i can to help other people, and trying not to get burnt out.
that being said, i am TRYING to pace myself more atm. i DO NOT want to get burnt out. i really cant AFFORD to get burnt out.
i'll probably go back to just reblogging silly shit like i used to. i do really enjoy tumblr, despite the very VERY glaring flaws. i've been "active" on twitter, but i definitely need a break from that platform.
it's been very hard to find some level of balance between activism and "having fun". it's hard to shut my brain off with fandom stuff after witnessing some of the most horrific things imaginable.
but, it's almost necessary for me to do so. it's absolutely a privilege to be able to "log off", and i recognize that. but also, you can't help other people without helping yourself. if i don't take a break, either i'll burn out, or my old struggles with addiction will become harder to fight. or both.
for those searching my blog for any updates on my fanfics, i WILL finish them! i love writing, and i want to get back into writing something FUN and something that i CREATED.
anyway, if you've read this far, i hope you've had a good year so far. i hope you're all doing well, and i hope you're staying strong. i love you.
#panda says#delete later#probably maybe#idk yet#sorry for the rambling on this im tired#probably gonna take a nap now and come back tomorrow#to anyone who sent me messages i love you
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Boundaries List
I recognise that I have been shit at maintaining this type of thing in the past. I have mentioned most of the points already, but this centralises all of them in one convenient place. I will update the list if need be and make an announcement post if there are major changes. Feel free to ask questions if you need me to clarify anything!
Do:
You may obsess, thirst, pine, simp, etc. over me, just know that I cannot reciprocate those feelings.
Spam asks, likes, and reblogs. Know that it may take a while for me to respond to spammed asks.
Non-irl yandere/obsessive love blogs can reblog my posts for inspo/character purposes and the like. Just be respectful.
Send submissions or submit/tag me in posts you want me to see.
Give me compliments, titles, terms of endearment, and nicknames.
Flirt or say suggestive/NSFW things in general or towards me for fun. I am not a minor, and I will flirt back.
Block certain tags, such as my nsfw one (see my pinned post for my tag list).
Block this account if you don't like it, don’t report. You don't have to say anything before blocking. If you have genuine concerns, send an ask and speak to me directly.
Be aware that if you vent about personal issues in my inbox, my default is to give unsolicited advice. I am not good at providing sympathy/compassion/etc. Take any advice I may give with a grain of salt.
Note that almost all my posts are queued. I am typically slow to respond and not often active on here. I have a status report in my pinned post to tell you how my activity is.
Know that DMs are closed and my primary form of communication is through asks.
Don't:
Ask for my personal information or attempt to stalk me in real life.
Say that you know who I am in real life.
Impersonate my darling, say you know her in real life, or threaten to leak my account to her even in jest.
Trauma dump, please. Venting is okay, but I am not qualified to provide help. I am just a stranger on the Internet.
Disrespect or harass me or others on this blog.
Ask me to actually be yours or fulfill a role for you. You can talk about wanting those things, but don't ask and try to convince me.
Send hate, insults, threats, or harassment, even as a "joke".
Submit explicit, gory, etc. images.
I will delete irrelevant comments and block or report asks/accounts that disrespect these limits. Most of these points are common courtesy. Play nice.
#Like this post if you managed to read all of it!#your yandere#irl yandere#yandere blog#yandere community#aidoneus asks#boundaries#boundaries list
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promoting harry potter by reblogging posts that contain the books is promoting a terf and someone who is actively trying to hurt the trans community.
Anon, I get your concern, and I appreciate that you took the time to bring that queued post to my attention. I'm sure your intentions are good, and I'm happy that you care about defending the trans community.
We're in 2023, and me reblogging a post that contains the spine of the cover from one of the most (in)famous fantasy book series in the world isn't going to make any difference in "promoting" Harry Potter. I didn't even notice the book was there, and I'm the one who took the (very little) time to reblog it.
I don't support JKR, I despise her, I do not support or encourage people buying her merch in any form. Ideally, she should get zero revenue from her work, in order to stop her from pursuing her twisted racist and transphobic campaigns.
Yet, – though I really don't want to go there – enjoying a book series (which I don't, btw, I've never read Harry Potter, nor I care to) doesn't make someone transphobic AS LONG as the terf author doesn't benefit from it. There's such a thing as buying used books, or borrowing them from friends, or already having them lying in your home for decades. Readers enjoying their childhood comfort series – as deeply flawed as this one is – in the silence of their room doesn't actually benefit the author more than if they just made a pile of them and set it all on fire. JKR literally couldn't care less.
Let me suggest you how to better fight this battle. Had it been a new book, from a new author, the kind of blind boycotting that has been going on lately would've made sense. But we're talking about an author that has already made it to the pages of school textbooks, regardless of how much she actually deserves it. Her books are available almost anywhere, in any form, so what's needed is a shift. The worst possible way to fight prejudice is with more prejudice, so instead of telling people they're inherently transphobic for what they enjoy reading, try to explain to them that it's important that they source those books from second hand bookshops, or that they borrow from/lend them to friends; encourage pirating the movies; suggest alternatives, there are plenty! Just don't attack people, that hardly ever works.
This being said, I'll be trying to avoid reblogging bookblr posts with the Harry Potter series from now on. Not because I'd be supporting JKR if I did, but because I can see how that could make some of my followers feel unsafe on my blog. So thanks for making me see that, Anon. (The post you're referring to will stay, though, just so people reading this can check.)
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2023 blog update !
Sooo happy new year everyone, and let's get into the thick of it, because I have a lot of words to spew out from my little tired brain ( i swear i started writing this at 4am, how's it past 6 already ? ). Beware long post...
I'm ditching the "sonic fandom" categorizing tag, most of my blog is sonic stuff so it doesn't really matter ( i'll change out the old tag on my old posts later when i remember... )
I wanted to change my url, cause i don't like what it stands for now, but it's what I'm credited as in the SWA zine and i don't wanna inconvenience them this late in the thing, so I'm gonna keep it for the time being. Maybe in a few months I'll change it ?
I kinda hate tagging my posts so i think i'm gonna stop using most of my tags when i'm reblogging, just doing my regular comments instead and content warnings if it needs it ( don't forget you can always ask to tag ! ), and of course, the reblog tag stays.
This doesn't mean I'm ditching the categorizing tags entirely though. I'm gonna try something. At every end of the month I'll go into the mass post editor and just correctly tag everything. ( I might still tag characters and fandoms the regular way for non-sonic stuff ).
I might reblog a little less. Or at least try to. The amount of stuff I usually reblog kind of overwhelms me ( sideblog will not be affected as it's a lot less pressure ).
I have a lot saved up in my likes tab that i still need to get to reblogging... might be time to revive the 'queued' tag ?
I'm still gonna be serial-replying, sorry... It's just less stress for me.
In terms of resolutions... I wanna post more art ! I basically stopped entirely in the later half of 2022 cause of ID anxiety and that's no good, art is what i made this blog for ! I also still haven't introduced you guys to my AU and I was supposed to do that in, like, June 2022... So I'm gonna do that. Lemme know what format you think I should post the 24 ( and more ) images in ? ^^;
Maybe I could post my long rambles and weird ""essays"" ( heavy quotations because those are basically liveblogging of my current thoughts ), if you guys would like to see that. A lot of questioning logic, lore, headcanons and theories. Stuff like that.
I want to interact more with the fandom ! Provide actual content ! Be active, be friends, y'know. Do the club activities and all that jazz. Art challenges, redraws, collabs, whiteboards, dtiys... I wanna be part of the cool/uncool kids and have fun while doing it !
I'm gonna go through sideblog-exclusive stuff below the cut since I'm sure most of y'all don't care about that. I only have 3 or 4 followers on there since I've only ever shared it with friends, so you probably don't even know it exists.
Alright so for ekana-to-hana.
It's basically gonna stay the same
I haven't been drawing my sonas and their universe a lot, so sorry about no new original art... I'm gonna try to draw them more !
All this time I've been just reblogging random stuff, but I think I'm gonna start sharing the things I like. Of course those posts won't get any more than 3 notes unless people actually like what i care about ( plants, fashion, ultra-specific aesthetics, various potential craft hobbies ), but hey whatever.
So in short, more original posts.
I might ( emphasis on 'might' ) start posting personal life updates like, i dunno, plant pics, merch if i get some, ramblings about life and shit.
Unlike my main blog, tagging remains unchanged, since i have way less to organize ( no characters and fandom tags ).
I should sort out my organizing tags for personal clarity tho.
Maybe I'll do some OC+fandom art, to promote the account ? But honestly I wouldn't really count on it.
And that's all folks.
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I posted 2,216 times in 2022
281 posts created (13%)
1,935 posts reblogged (87%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@dobrienwrites yea ik right
@onlydylanobrien
@dylan-rhodesobrien
@slutobrien
@dylan-obrien-gifs
I tagged 1,972 of my posts in 2022
#dob - 1,283 posts
#queued. - 648 posts
#c: stiles stilinski - 339 posts
#fic rec - 206 posts
#c: thomas - 117 posts
#rec: stiles stilinski - 96 posts
#dylan o'brien - 87 posts
#dylan o'brien x reader - 77 posts
#c: mitch rapp - 63 posts
#rec: dylan o'brien - 54 posts
Longest Tag: 128 characters
#it just grabbed at my heart and crunched it up like a ball of paper before being thrown into the trash can of suffering and pain
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
can we have ‘ do you touch urself think my of me’ w dylan for ur 500 sleepover thing’ thxx
Warnings: 18+, mentions of sexual language, sexual activity, female masturbation
"DO YOU TOUCH YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK OF ME?"
You shuddered; large hands ghosting over your sides, radiating dizzying warmth through the terrycloth of your towel. You could feel his movements so clearly despite the lack of physical touch, and it was beginning to make your mind sway with increments of a lustful haze. It was absentminded as your head gently fell back, lulling to the side as his warm breath fanned down your neck, each small exhale feeling like a fiery kiss against your sensitive skin. The man knew exactly what he was doing - the ability to arouse you already easy enough, but executing it without the usage of his masterful hands and lips only added to his adept skillset. You offered a gentle nod of your head, a response that you could only muster from the small amount of sanity he was letting you have. Dylan's lips curled into a generous smile as they dragged under your ear, a tender peck placed over the still wet skin from your shower.
He carefully pulled the abundance of your wet locks over your other shoulder so that his access to your neck became facile, lips now able to properly envelop your skin and leave behind an array of moan-inducing kisses. The man couldn't help but press himself against you, one hand now gripping your waist tightly as the other sat just above your thigh. Even though your eyes were closed, you were sure that you could sense the inevitable swelling of the veins in his arms, an indication that he was trying to hold himself back - that whatever self-control he harnessed was holding on by a whimsy thread before he would eventually have you backed up against the basin and screaming out every goddamn syllable of his name.
"Dyl..." You moaned softly, and if he wasn't focusing so hard on enhancing the purple bruise near your clavicle, he would have missed your near-silent plea. By now, your arm had been thrown behind you to allow your fingers to thread through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as your other hand entangled with the one guarding your waist. You could feel the upturn of his nose nuzzle into the curve of your neck as Dylan reveled in the soothing attention you were feeding him. He hummed lightly against your skin, his lips unable to stop the small litter of pecks that now trailed across your shoulder as he gently pulled down the material shielding your body. You were immediately covered in goosebumps; the cool air meeting your hot and flushed skin spiking the small bumps and provoking a display of shivers down your spine.
"Does the thought of my fingers make you feel good?" He wondered aloud, voice raspy as it was whispered against the shell of your ear. You could only manage another nod as your teeth sunk deeply into your bottom lip, tugging at the reminiscence your body felt as you remembered how good his hands treated you. It was now more obvious that your thighs had been rubbing together from the arousal he easily prompted - ankles crossed over and a small patch of red skin that was caused by evident friction near your heated core. Just the thought alone of the man behind you harassing your moistened sex was driving you absolutely insane.
Dylan untangled your hands before setting his lightly over yours, his movements slow as he dragged your touch down the front of your body. You opened your eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheek before you focused on your boyfriend in the reflection before you. He was mesmerised - eyes detailing the way you were reacting to his touch and intimate maneuvers - until his gaze finally fell on yours, causing a smirk encased in mischief to curl at his lips, complementing the heavy wink that fell from his right eye. He maintained eye contact as his pointer finger directed yours to your clit, the nub incredibly sensitive as he controlled your caress in a circular motion. He was guiding you to pleasure yourself as your chest instantly swelled with a deep intake of air, mouth falling ajar and eyes slowly becoming hooded.
You eventually sighed out in contentment; leaning back against Dylan when your legs began to grow unstable, his spare arm reaching across your chest. He grasped one of your fleshy mounds as he began to squeeze, his thumb and forefinger pinching an exposed peak to draw out your building moan. Dylan smiled as he watched your face contort with pleasure before murmuring in your ear, "Whatever you do, don't stop." His voice fractured with his own arousal, despite wanting to push it aside to focus primarily on you. He let you continue rubbing an array of shapes against your clit, his second and third finger now sliding into his mouth as he coated them with oral lubricant. You watched him intently, and you knew what was coming.
His lips brushed against your neck, "Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see how I make you feel when you cum on my fingers."
It was a growl that entered your ear, the beautiful caramel tone of Dylan's eyes now clouded with a dark chocolate hue, fervor for your pleasure now etching across his features quickly. He managed to suction his lips back to your neck, eyes still boring into the mirror. You couldn't look away from him, you didn't want to, which is why it took you by surprise when he pushed both fingers deep inside of you. An involuntary gasp squeaked past your open mouth, soon followed by a throaty moan that echoed loudly off the tiled walls. His pace was relentless as his fingers thrust quickly, the curl of their tips brushing over your rigid roofing and eliciting a whine of desperation. You didn't dare slow down your harassment on your clit, even pressing down harder when Dylan's nails scraped over a sensitive part of your core.
It was a quick set decision as he reached up to grasp your chin, turning it toward his awaiting lips before he pressed them harshly against yours. He didn't start to take your bottom lip between his own pair until he felt you relax slightly into him, an indication that you were content with the kiss. He sucked, teeth dragging your lip away as he pulled back, only to immediately dive back in and soothe his tongue along the graze. You were receiving amounts of pleasure all through your body, head now spinning with all sorts of romantic sentiments and lustful sensations. You took the opportunity to drag your tongue over his, pulling your boyfriend into you even more by the union shared between your mouths.
It was his turn to groan, only to be swallowed by you as you took leadership in the kiss. Dylan, though, still had reign over your upcoming orgasm as he thrust faster, angle changing until he found the special spot that made you scream between his lips. The room echoed with your joint sounds of satisfaction, complementary to the slick wet noises of his fingers drenched in your arousal as you neared your orgasmic high. You explored his mouth with the desperate muscle, recognising every nook and crevice as if it were the back of your hand. You provoked grunts from Dylan as he sucked the air from your lungs, needing to survive on your taste and feeling, nose dragging across your face as he fought the metaphorical battle of tongues.
It didn't take long for you to pull back, your voice crying toward him with furrowed brows and an incredibly heaving chest, "I'm gonna cum..." You breathed, whinging tangled with your tone as you found his spare hand. It was second nature as you grasped him, fingers sliding between his own, wanting to hold your boyfriend for support from what you anticipated as a body shaking high. He sped up even further, the contraction of your walls around him making his groin twitch and harden. You could feel it as he spontaneously pushed against your backside, the throbbing of his member settling into your lower back. Knowing that this was turning him on threw you over the edge, completely.
Eyes rolled back as you convulsed; the heated ache in your pelvis spreading through your veins as your body erupted in euphoric fire. A loud cry escaped you, "Fuck... fuck, Dyl-Dylan... baby... shit..." Your words were incoherent, unable to form proper sentences as you spoke absentmindedly in time with the stars exploding over your eyes. You could, however, see the familiar orbs of your partner as you maintained eye contact, Dylan's brows furrowing as he bit his lip with enough force to draw blood. His pace began to slow, only stopping when your frame collapsed against his chest. He pulled the tired digits to his mouth, sucking away the remnants of your juices and moaning at the taste he often dreamed about.
"That was so hot." He breathed out, your hearts thumping in unison as the only sounds now surrounding you both were the jagged breaths you shared.
You agreed as you reached up to him, your arm still shaky as you cupped Dylan's face and rubbed your thumb gently over his flushed cheeks. "You, are, incredible." You huffed, smiling sincerely despite the tiredness that now blanketed your face. He could tell by the lidded eyes you flashed him that the pleasure you felt took a lot out of you, prompting your boyfriend to lean in and tenderly kiss your swollen lips. His soft actions made your shoulders slump in serenity as you remained settled against him, only to be held flush further against his chest as his arm protectively sat at the base of your ribs. You managed a chuckle, "Guess I'll have to have another shower to clean this mess up." You gestured to the dripping juices falling down your inner thighs.
Dylan pulled back, at least two steps away from you as you braced yourself against the counter. He smiled gingerly as he removed his shirt, thumbs tucking into the waistband of his sweats and boxer briefs, "Good, I'll join you."
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#4
“You're joking, right? That asshole did NOT ask you out.” with stiles !!!
Warnings : swearing, doesn't follow canon after s2, i thought this was super angsty but it's not HAHA
Notes : THIS IS LONGISH okay
"YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT? THAT ASSHOLE DID NOT ASK YOU OUT."
A loud tone of disbelief rung in your ears, the perpetrator only inches off your heels as he followed you through the crowding hallways of Beacon Hills High. His archetypal outburst was far from unexpected, yourself knowing that it'd slip out sooner or later, but what did take you aback was your lack of introduction to the topic - Stiles was the one that approached you, and his words were immediately shot through his lips in full throttle. He didn't take it lightly when you responded with an eye roll, your locker slamming shut before you turned away from the boy to make your way to the courtyard. That's how found yourself dodging strange looks from other students as Stiles continued to flail his arms in utter incredulity, ramblings in the form of incoherent sounds and fractured sentencing now a representation of his cynicism.
"It was one date, Stiles." You replied, boredom of his overbearing protectiveness seeping from your words. With one arm clutching your History textbook tightly to your chest, the other reached out to push the large doors standing in your way, warm rays of sun quick to dance across your skin. You sighed lightly through your nose as a brief moment of contentedness made your shoulders slump. The fresh air was already doing you good, but the rambling from your friend only brought you back to slight suffocation. You turned to face him as feet carried you to a nearby table, eyes glaring immediately at Stiles until his mouth slammed shut. You clicked your tongue as you pondered, "How did you find out anyway? I only told Lydia, and it was only this past Saturday."
Stiles pursed his lips, any sort of eye contact now widely forgotten as he found interest in everything but your stare. His lanky frame began to slide onto the bench across from you, his usual hyper-activeness betraying him as his voice hummed loudly in his throat and leg bouncing distractingly under the table. Stiles looked down to his entangled fingers before a nervous chuckle escaped him, "A birdie told me. A.. super-hearing, hairy, bird of the night.. told me."
You rolled your eyes again, head shaking, voice firm "McCall."
"Look, it doesn't matter who blabbed, alright? What matters is that he asked you out again and you said maybe!" Stiles' voice rose, arms in their typical position as they're held out dramatically by his side, gestures soon to become easily trademarked by Stiles Stilinski. You peered up through your eyelashes, the page of which your textbook was open now bookmarked by your index finger. Your facial features contorted skeptically, eyes squinted, not understanding what point your friend was desperate to make.
Your shoulders shrugged as if it weren't a big deal, and Stiles groaned in irritation, "This is Isaac Freakin' Lahey, Y/N. The guy screams 'bad vibes'!"
"I don't know, he seemed incredibly genuine to me." You exacted, unbothered as you returned focus to your studying. Confidence began to settle your rattled mind when Stiles' voice shrunk into small speechless squeaks. He expected you to agree with him but instead came up dumbfounded as you opposed his delusions of being in the right.
It shocked you significantly when his voice was raised by another two octaves, his tone breaking and strangled as they ran quickly from his lips, "G-Genuine? Genuine, Y/N?! The dude was evil not even three months ago!"
"I think evil is a bit of an overstatement." You quirked a brow, stoic when eye contact with Stiles' widened and amber hues was regained.
"He tried to kill us!"
You began to wonder how many times you could roll back your eyes in a thirty-minute timeframe, sure that by now you'd be close to breaking a world record. The motion was paired with a clicking tongue, "Now, I know that's a definite overstatement."
What you admired about Stiles was also what made him formidable at times. He was continually overrun by his persistence - a trait that derailed him from giving up on people and tough situations, however, also further fuelled his over-energetic notions to the point where the boy became utterly irritant. Paired with his headstrong protectiveness, Stiles was immensely possessive over the ones he cared for most and that made him a constant force to be reckoned with.
Stiles glowered, exasperation clinging to the downward tug of his lips and the furrowing of his brow before his head shook slightly. Large hands dragged down his face at a slow pace as he gritted his teeth, evident that he was trying to not let his inner frustration get the better of him to the point where he'd likely explode with unfiltered wording. You were trying to ignore your friend's 'over dramatics' as eyes skimmed back over your current chapter, the small window of focus now interrupted once again by a heavy sigh; the type that sounded oddly like defeat.
"You're being very difficult right now, you know that? I'm just..." He trailed, hands curling into fists. He appeared ambivalent as his jaw rolled, lips pursing with every attempt to convey his thoughts and feelings in a way that best suited him. Your book sounded gently as you closed it, unable to stop the tilting of your head when you gazed over Stiles' inner conflict with himself. Your shoulders jumped as his fists suddenly banged against the tabletop, Stiles quick to release another heavy sigh, "I'm trying to help you. I don't trust the guy and you deserve better than him! You... you just deserve better."
"Who then, Stiles? Who is better?" By now you were leaning forward on your crossed arms, your voice close to breaking with the frustration you harnessed from your friend's behavior. A small part of you wished that he would finally end the charade and nominate himself. It wasn't a secret that you saw the sun and moon when you thought of the hyperactive boy sitting across from you, hell, you were seventy-eight percent sure he felt the same. Stiles wasn't one to act so readily upon his emotions; he cowered away, pushed them aside, hardly recognized anything remotely reciprocal. But it was simple, you didn't want to act on a stupid crush if you weren't completely sure that he didn't feel the same way.
You looked to him with a questioning eyebrow raise, and he returned it with wide eyes and an agape mouth. Stiles was taken aback by your retort and slowly, his cheeks filled with a heavy dusting of deep rose that pinched at the tip of his upturned nose. He gulped hard, stuttered sounds uncontrollably pushing past his lips until he displayed another unexpected burst of his loud voice, "A-a-anyone! Anyone is literally better."
You didn't think it was possible, but you found another opportunity to roll your eyes once more, tiredly huffing out your words as you awaited on some type of hopefulness, "Give me an example, Stiles."
"Fine... Scott! Scott is better. Scott is like, literally, a hundred-fucking-times better."
His answer was beyond unanticipated. You slowly lent back as you retracted your arms from the table, your own pair of widened eyes expressing how shocked you were to receive a riposte that definitely wasn't thought through long enough. You clicked your tongue as your eyes lowered into a squint of dubiety, brows following as you didn't dare look away from the boy, who himself, was surprised by what he blurted out in the heat of the moment. "So, let me get this straight. You want me to date... Scott? He's the one you think I should be with?"
"I mean, yeah, it's a huge... no, enormous upgrade from scarfy boy." Stiles was simply playing along now, managing a facade that showed his calmness as he leaned back with arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest. His heart, alas, thumped roughly in his chest as he felt it rattle his cage. Nausea seeped into the base of his throat and it took everything to swallow it back down without pulling a face of complete disgust. He was teetering on the ledge of admitting his jealousy and confessing his feelings for you, only to fall down the rabbit hole of concealing away the emotions that quite literally took control of both his mind and heart on a daily basis. He was hurting and he brought it upon himself.
You felt your shoulders slump as his persona was altered so swiftly, doubt about misreading social cues and body language now invading your memories. You bit your bottom lip, harshly, "And there's no one else? At all?" Your voice broke as you squeaked toward him, suddenly feeling so small.
"Why would there be anyone else?"
Lashes danced across your skin as your eyelids closed, a gulp of subdued sadness struggling to pass through your throat. You were familiar with the pain that situated itself with heartbreak, but this felt different - it was raw, and you couldn't understand why. It was as if he had reached through your chest and pumped at your heart himself until the pressure was too much, and the thumping muscle gave out. It was as if the guilt of one simple date with the resident sweetheart Isaac Lahey was beginning to eat at your soul, begging the question of if one small date was too much when you saw hope with the boy next door instead. It was as if those small flirty exchanges with Stiles were one-sided, those fiery touches that left burns against your skin were misappropriated, and that the history you shared together was simply just that... history. You wondered if he was just toying you along for the fun of it all.
"You know what-" You finally said, unaware that Stiles could see how you were so affected by his inability to express himself to his full potential. He, himself, was saddened by the turn that took your usual playful banter to the uncomfortable anguish that was held so tensely in the air between you. When your eyes opened, you took a deep breath, unable to look at the amber eyes that usually made you swoon. Your textbook was gathered in your arms and your bag slung over your shoulder, "This is unbelievable. I don't have time right now for games, Stiles."
He didn't expect you to leave as his eyes followed every movement you made, his body beginning to jitter from surges of anxiety. He threw his hands out towards you as his lengthy arms nearly crossed the entire width of your table, striving to keep the miniscule shaking of his fingers at bay as he called out to you, "Games? What, no, there's no games. What games? No no no... stay, okay, just stay..."
You couldn't find the need to reply, instead, shaking your head and collecting the last of your belongings before moving speedily across the courtyard. Stiles, in turn, was frozen with a clenched jaw and allowed every nervous cell in his body to go unmanaged as he practically fell from the bench and stumbled his way over with quickened feet to block your path. He was at a fastened jog by the time he caught up to your hasty speed, his chest heaving timidly, body hunched as he bent down briefly with hands splayed over his knees. He was short of breath, sure that he would collapse from a heart attack if you decided to move any further.
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#3
" There's no way i can cover these marks " with Mitch?
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Warning: mentions of sexual activity, swearing galore
"THERE'S NO WAY I CAN COVER THESE MARKS."
You shamelessly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes trained on the sinewy form at the foot of your bed as his muscles flexed under even the smallest of movements. You could see through the minimal space of which he didn't cover the mirror, that his eyes were squinted in concentration and brows furrowed as he played inspector. A soft giggle fell from your lips as he was referring to the trail of purple splotches adorning his neck, littering over his collarbone and eventually down to his chest. They weren't hard to miss - the colour was vibrant and definitely semi-permanent for a while.
"You didn't seem to be complaining when you had your dick in me." A purr settled in your throat, Mitch peering behind him through the reflective surface just as you rolled slightly over the crisp white sheets. His whiskey hues followed the thin material only just barely covering your torso and thighs, knowing exactly what he'd find if it happened to slip from your naked body. The image made him moan before he swallowed hard, his head slightly shaking as he tried to rid the beautiful picture you'd paint him every time you both were intimate. He had to leave for work, he couldn't be late again - Irene threatening to have his head on a stick if he dared show up outside of their agreed-upon time.
You could see his struggle, prompting you to laugh quietly under your breath before pushing yourself up into a more seated position, hands quick to grasp the sheet and drag it up to cover your exposed front. "I could put some makeup on it? Works wonders for me." Which it often did - your body usually the one marked and decorated with Mitch's insignia. You believed that he enjoyed it more than you, which wouldn't be an understatement if he could only see the look of pride he sported when he admired his pleasureful work. That, and the symphony of moans that he conducted from you with just his mouth.
Mitch instantly scowled, his brows furrowing, "You're not touching me with that shit. It looks fantastic on you, let's leave it that way."
His answer prompted a pout to playfully sit on your lips, causing the man in front of you to roll his eyes. You knew how to get him going. "Don't look at me like that, not with those dumb puppy dog-eyes..." The man sighed, a brief head shake and disbelieving smirk gracing his facial features. He chuckled, knees already breaching the edge of your bed, "Look what you're making me do, baby, now I have to come over there and kiss that frown away, and you're the one that's getting blamed when Irene loses her fucking head."
Mitch moved quickly; his large hands already capturing your waist as he held you through the sheet, lips immediately encasing your own. You fell backward with a gentle thump as Mitch's body completely covered your smaller frame, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue swept along your bottom lip, a dance of its own, until you eventually opened for him. It was as if he was trying to breathe in all that you were - an attempt to graciously accept the love that you so willingly provided him. The intoxication he felt when he was drawn in by your tender touch and sweet taste would always drive him to utter oblivion, a drunken daze that required no alcohol. He knew that the moment he crossed that bed to join your lips again, that it'd take him a hell of a lot to pull him back out.
It was you who pulled back first, needing a moment to catch your breath as your fingers tangled in the slightly long locks of your boyfriend. Mitch, however, didn't stop. He didn't want to. His mouth dragging along your jawline and down your neck, suctioning around particular pressure points that he knew made your legs shake. A throaty groan escaped you and the man couldn't help the smirk that pressed predominately against your skin. Your voice was strangled, a soft choke escaping with your words, "Is this your way of getting pay back? By making us hickey twins?" You sounded dubious, but the nod and muffled sound of agreement he breathed against your neck solidified your beliefs. "You're enjoying this way too much."
The euphoric feeling that vibed through your bedroom was halted when Mitch's phone began to buzz, the vibrations creating a loud and intrusive pattern against the nightstand. He groaned, shoulders slumping before throwing his arm out to the side to bring the device to his ear.
"I'm busy."
He grunted before tossing it to the side, screen now laying flat on the mattress. His hand returned to your body in order to pull the sheet down, his tongue not shy as it followed the material, trailing between your breasts... until the phone rang, again.
"Occupied."
He spoke sternly into the receiver once he picked it up again, the phone thrown across the bed for the second time this morning. You were finding amusement in the situation, wanting to file a small laugh but the second his teeth pulled at one of your exposed nipples, your body returned to its state of anticipation and lust. Your head lulled back as a hand threaded through his hair, softly tugging along with the moans gathering in your throat. The sensations you felt were mesmerizing, until you suddenly jumped, the generic ring tone calling through once more.
Mitch growled, reaching for the device now somehow behind him, "Wrong fucking number."
You stifled a chuckle, "Go. Stan's just gonna keep calling. He'll probably come kick the damn door down and drag you out by your ear if you hang up on him again."
The man deflated, not wanting to admit the accuracy of your statement, especially knowing how Stan likes to deal with things in the unconventional kind of way. He looked into your eyes, their brightness making him smile, "If I have to."
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"What the fuck is that?" The older man grumbled, eyes trained on Mitch as he slid into the passenger side of Stan's beaten-up truck. He started mostly at the litter of bruises rising above the neckline of Mitch's black t-shirt, before focusing back on a pair of mischievous amber eyes.
"They're hickeys, Stan. You actually need somebody interested in fucking you to be able to get some of your own." Mitch retorted, his usual level of attitude still managing to push at Stan's buttons, regardless of how used he is to it by now. Mitch smirked, "Y/N's a biter." He declared, voice smug and proud before showing off a wink.
Stan looked utterly disgusted, "Yeah, you don't fucking say."
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Where Stiles Lives Out His Dream.... || Headcanon
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : just cuteness, maybe like one swear word?
Notes : had this idea for a while, NWH definitely boosted it though!
it started in kindergarten
a five-year-old stiles wearing the same spiderman shirt every day for the first week
surprisingly, claudia wasn't bothered washing it each night
especially when he got it covered in paint and food and.. god knows what actually caused the stain on the left hand sleeve..
one would think that he had that darn action figure superglued to his hand
he refused to let it go, just like that shirt
his obsession never faltered, though
only growing more the older he got
and when he finally watched the movies.. his life changed
stiles was nine-years-old when his dad let him watch the first two tobey maguire movies
he was enthralled by watching spiderman swing around on his webs and fight the bad guys
his large honey eyes were glued to the screen and widened in wonder
and when peter parker finally got the girl, he felt a warmth settle in his chest
a strange warmth that he couldn't describe, not until he was old enough to properly understand
noah stilinski was looking over case files when he felt his son tug at his shirt
stiles only grinned, "dad can i have a mj?"
and noah only shook his head
he smiled back though, admiration etched over his worry lines
"not yet, son"
"dad... is mom your mj?"
and noah only laughed, eyes flickering to a sickly looking woman grinning at her boys' interaction
"she definitely is"
it was freshman year and stiles had turned fifteen-years-old
he wore a large grin to complement his red t-shirt and dark flannel
a large black spider symbol gracing his chest
by now his ADD has grown and he wasn't very good at focusing
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My #1 post of 2022
can i request “ actually, i think we have to go again. you know, just to be sure… “ with stiles please ? <3
Warnings: 18+, sexual activity, swearing
"ACTUALLY, I THINK WE HAVE TO GO AGAIN. YOU KNOW, JUST TO BE SURE..."
It was hard to resist the chuckle that fell from your lips, your heart still reverberating severely against the caging of your chest from the intimate union you and your boyfriend have only just shared. He was still laying over half your body - collapsed from the effort he poured into your first time together. Stiles was placed on his stomach, head slightly turned on his pillow to face you as his eyes remained closed in absolute bliss. You were able to tuck your chin over his shoulder before pressing soft, gentle kisses against his sweated skin. You could feel the pads of his fingertips lightly brushing over your exposed sides and it forced a pleasant shivering sensation to rush up your spine. He had electrified you; made your soul and mind and every single inch of your body feel utterly alive, and it was so exhilarating.
"To be sure of what?" You started, hands dragging up and down his back in inconsistent patterns as you held him close to your frame, "That we aren't virgins anymore? 'Cause, seriously, Stiles... we are beyond being fucking virgins, especially after what just happened." A ghosted feeling briefly sparked in your lower abdomen as a familiar and enticing pull of a heated rubber band built with anticipation; you could feel the body memory of your orgasm as you continued to draw a deep breath, your teeth sinking deep into your bottom lip as you mentally reprised the euphoria Stiles had put you through only ten minutes ago. It was your first experience of the metaphorical fireworks you see in those romantic movies, a conversation often spoken between your friends as you and the Stilinski boy stood back in awkward outcasted silence. Not that you planned on having sex for the hell of it, no, it all started with a loving stare that was held for too long and a kiss that made you forget that oxygen even existed.
You knew it was time when you could hardly hear his choked-up voice as he whispered that he loved you; that you brought light to his continuously dark days, that you made him forget about the pain that danger that your lives had been thrown into. He spoke with the utmost sincerity until tears gathered in his eyes, the honey tone enhancing as his heart grew larger. Stiles had lost the woman that meant more than the world to him, but you filled that gap, you helped remind him that loving doesn't mean losing - it means holding on forever, and never letting go.
By the time you realised you were daydreaming with a fresh coat of rosy cheeks and a smile of adoration, Stiles was reaching up to push stray hairs away from your face - the warm brown swirls of his eyes, the ones that were burnt in the back of your mind and seen as a regular occurrence in the happiest of dreams, were gazing into your own. He was smiling lazily and unable to keep his hands off of you. You were like porcelain to him, a delicate cut ceramic that needed to be treated with the most tender of touches, a beautiful artwork that deserved to be admired for as long as you stood, and more. It was an obsession that he couldn't shake, and one that you knew you most certainly couldn't lose even if you tried.
"Ya know, can't be too sure these days," He crooned after your brief silence, his mouth finally caught up with his mind, "Gotta make sure the job is done right and to perfection... every single damn time." By now, Stiles was hovering completely over your naked frame, eyes shameless as they scoured your body and brought immense arousal through the coursing of his veins. You could feel his length pulsate and harden against your thigh, the libido of the Stilinski boy already desperate to make love to you once more. The thought alone made you rub your thighs together, a familiar slickness moistening your sex. You placed your hands on Stiles' chest as you trailed them down his pecs, the muscles in his stomach tensing we you passed over his stomach before nails scraped through the darkening happy trail. Stiles shuddered immediately.
"Can we try something a little different?" Your voice was barely audible, a nervous squeak pushing through your lips like drops of anxiety joining the butterflies in your stomach. You looked up in time to see Stiles gulp, his head nodding in robotic action as his gaze widened. You bit your lip again as your hands now slid under his arms to grasp his shoulders from behind, Stiles' large hands clasping over your waist. "I want to be on top this time."
His groan was loud - a deep and strangled growl that voiced from his chest and echoed off the walls around you. His head dropped to your shoulder and you sensed that this was something he'd been thinking about for a long time, fantasized, even. Your thoughts were affirmed when his dick twitched against you, absentminded jerks against your skin as he neared full erection for the second time tonight. You were immensely flattered, but sexual desire took the front seat and you were suddenly rolling across your bedsheets with the boy until his flop of soft and scruffy brunette locks flounced upon your pillow. You were straddling his waist, and you'd have to admit, the angle of this new position brought a power you didn't know you craved until now.
Stiles let go of your waist and brought one hand up, thumb rubbing small serene circles over your cheek the moment he cupped it within his protective hold. The other trailed south before his pointed finger mimicked the circles of your cheek, however harsher and large against your throbbing clit. You moaned with fluttering eyes, the nub still sensitive but surprisingly prepared to be harassed again. You were melting into Stiles and he relished in knowing that he could bring this sultry side out of you.
"You have no fucking clue how hot you look right now... but in case you were wondering, it's very hot. Extremely hot. Smokin' hot-" He began to ramble and his eyes raked down your upright body, focusing on each breast with the desire to attack them with his mouth and tongue, followed by the small grinding movement you were making now that his finger has slid into the clasp of your core. You were a goddess and Stiles was desperate to worship you, over and over again.
"-You need to shut up and stop teasing me, Stiles." You snapped, voice unable to grasp the concept of frustration as you instead began to whine, head lulling back and nails digging into the skin of your boyfriend's wrists. He nodded erratically, stammering sounds of fractured syllables and lost words dancing from his tongue as he quickly reached beside him. The packet of condoms he was incredibly anxious to buy the week before sat idly on your nightstand, his fingers scrounging for the foil chain of squares as his other hand stayed preoccupied with prodding your moistening sex.
Stiles swore under his breath as he managed to get hold of what he was searching for, a small burst of excitement in his success tugging into a smile. With the crinkling sound of foil nearby, you instinctively slid backward and over Stiles' swollen red girth of desperation, the boy sounding loudly at the feeling. He drew a deep breath, "Fuck... okay, fuck, we're doing this... we're really doing this again..." His voice rose in octave, the ball of energy of which was Stiles Stilinski making you grin out of second nature. You could hear the excitement that cradled his words close, his chest already rising and falling with labored breaths. You had barely done anything in your opinion, and he was practically cumming right on the spot.
He slowed down enough to guide the condom over his upright erection before jerking it briefly, his eyes glued to your still glistening skin and the remainder of your prior afterglow. It wasn't, though, until he looked up and caught your gaze that he began to stop breathing altogether. Set deep within your eyes was complete love - an indescribable feeling that left you with a nauseous sensation in your stomach that actually made you feel good - and Stiles thought that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in this harsh and wonderful world.
It was last second when he lifted himself from the mattress, never breaking eye contact with you until he was seated upright with you positioned snugly on his lap. He gulped, amber hues flickering between your swollen lips and softened eyes. His lips quirked up into a smirk before he lent into you, pressing a kiss so tenderly over your own pair. Your shoulders sagged in contentedness before you caught his bottom lip, sucking on it gently. Stiles pulled back only the slightest, your lips still brushing as he tilted his head to the side and pushed his tongue over yours. It was a dance between muscles, one that caused moans to elicit and drown in the mouths of the other, a desire to breathe life into the one that made you feel so incredibly weightless at this moment.
Stiles drew out each second until it was literally impossible to go any further, his loud breaths fanning heavily against your shoulder after he pulled away. He had his arms secured around your back now, palms flat as his fingers splayed over the small curve of your spine. Yours were too tangled around him as you played with the longer strands of hair above the nape of his neck, the sentiment prompting a grin to press into your shoulder as Stiles nuzzled his nose into you. As your heart ricocheted in your chest, you settled yourself above the boy, holding his tip over your entrance. He hummed, another small kiss pressed between your breasts from your brief change in height, "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." You replied, biting down as you slowly sunk down on him, your walls still not used to being stretched as you hissed through the pain. Stiles made sure to lay a hand over your hip to help steady you as the other linked with one of yours, this thumb rubbing over your hold as you offered him a tight squeeze from the aching. When you reached the bottom, you groaned out in the bittersweet mixture of pleasure and hurt, Stiles releasing a similar sound as your tightened walls clenched around his still sensitive girth. It wasn't until you started rolling your hips, that both sets of your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"Fuck-".
788 notes - Posted February 1, 2022
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I'm just gonna make a pinned post with a lil info
This post needs to be updated sorry:
A heads up right now btw. I'll be seeing Blur live (x2) and probably also Suede this summer- and I will by all means probably be somewhat annoying about it and post like my life depends on it. Who knows. We'll see. But be prepared.
Last updated/edited 23 May 2023
I put everything in a queue with 2 post/day atm. Might go back to 1 a day, but we'll see
If I've rebloged a post from the depths of your blog or seem to return to your blog, please know that-
1. I'm just scrolling through eventual Damon Albarn tag. I don't read any posts and will scroll past any personal posts. My intention is to find pictures not currently circulating on Tumblr, not to creep on someones old posts.
2. I also shuffle my queue to not post 30 things in a row from the same person.
if this makes you feel uncomfortable, pls contact me and I'll go through my queue or whatever. I've been on this hellsite for well over 10 years and I don't love my digital footprint so I get it.
Just having some hyperfix on DA, including Blur and Gorillaz. Kinda diminishing so who knows how long this blog will be active. I have queued a lot queued so at least it will keep going for a bit. I might post things I find elsewhere on the internet or just general thoughts, but I try to keep it to mostly reblogs.
Anyone can follow, but keep in mind that there might be mentions of drugs and such and I don't tag most things here- but I won't reblog nsfw photos or fics or anything like that. I sometimes miss reading captions so sorry if any of the texts are uh yeah
My own (photo) posts are all scheduled to Mondays and I try to schedule some fanart for Fridays- but I do it as I come across it
I also don't caption my posts, feel free to do so! I just post things I've come across elsewhere but not seen here, so I rarely have context :I
Anything is ok to reblog unless I turn off reblogs (duh)
About me I guess?
I've tried to be kinda anonymous on here to let it be somewhat of a free space- but I'll reply with my main and stuff so it's going horribly, so that being said I love to talk and my friends are sick and tired of me going on about Damon- so feel free to interact with me (be my friend ty)! I am however a 90's kid so while I do love to make friends, keep in mind that I am an adult™ and won't befriend minors. Thats not a DNI, more of a arms length kind of thing.
English isn't my first language, I claim to be fluent but I'm also a straight up idiot. Unbelievably not attracted to men? I don't know how I got here either but I'm vibing.
Been a fan (of Gorillaz mostly) for a bigger part of my life but, a very casual fan until recently. Seeing them live twice this summer, wish me a very survival
If you're going to see Blur in Porto hmu cus I might need company 🥲
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I posted 9,455 times in 2022
That's 8,402 more posts than 2021!
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#just really really wants to be left alone but the damn order of souls and people looking for the damn shroudbreaker keep coming after her
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Something that the ATLA fandom sometimes overlooks is the fact that all of the Gaang, most of the major antagonists (Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee, as well as Zuko) and a large number of the side characters (all of the Freedom Fighters) are all child soldiers. Child soldiers who have in many cases committed morally reprehensible acts or fought for morally reprehensible causes.
And the impact of that - and the inherent darkness of anything that involves it - is extremely important to acknowledge.
127 notes - Posted January 28, 2022
#4
If you make a post saying that "Zuko was a good person from the start," then that invalidates whatever argument you intend to base on that idea. Because it's just wrong.
144 notes - Posted October 17, 2022
#3
I just had a very strange realization this morning about the Fire Nation capital - namely, it's built in a caldera. A huge caldera, of a size that suggests at least a VEI 5 eruption, and quite possibly bigger. (For reference, Krakatoa was a VEI 5.) We don't know how long ago this eruption occurred, but it has to have been long enough ago for a sizeable city to be built there - personally, I think it was probably in the pre-Avatar era.
Also, we see literal lava under the Fire Nation Royal Palace, so there's that. Like, lakes of it.
Which raises the question of... well, what the fuck? Someone had to have realized that building one's capital city on top of a highly active volcanic zone was a bad idea, right? Or is the Fire Nation just that foolhardy?
151 notes - Posted October 18, 2022
#2
Since there’s some “Azula gets exiled” AUs floating around here’s something tangential
Well... Azula doesn’t actually get exiled. She escapes before anything in particular can be done to her (other than imprisonment and general bad treatment) - and while she’s certainly angry about it, she also doesn’t really have the energy to care. Her main priority is escaping whatever fate the people who won the Hundred Year war were trying to create for her, and as such she lays low for a while, and quite frankly mellows out a bit. Eventually, after a year or two, she finds a home somewhere (not sure about the circumstances, perhaps with the Sun Warriors?) and settles down, still trying to work through what happened earlier in her life.
Meanwhile, the Gaang are constantly on edge - well, so are all the world’s politicians, and this causes problems. The fact that Azula ran off only makes everyone more harsh towards her, because they have no idea what she’s doing, and as such the common consensus among the White Lotus and the Gaang is that if she is found, she needs to be brought in immediately. And this turns into an echo chamber situation which no one has the nerve to step in and stop (after all, most of the reasonable people probably think she’s dead) and so things go on like this. Until a few of the Gaang run into her while on a trip to the Sun Warriors’ city for some reason or another, and immediately jump Azula and drag her back to the Fire Nation to be tried-
Which, as predicted, goes terribly. The Sun Warriors break into the diplomatic meetings, absolutely enraged at what they see as interfering in Azula’s healing (and the mention of “taking her bending” only increases the heat) and, facing a split with the original precursor civilization of the Fire Nation, Zuko puts everything on hold. This is long enough for various other things to happen, including Aang’s past lives giving him all the advice he should have gotten when he thinks to ask about Azula, and the Gaang quickly decide that they don’t have a choice to reconsider.
By this time, probably unsurprisingly, the Sun Warriors have taken things into their own hands and break Azula out themselves. And then she runs away from them in turn - leaving Zuko and the Gaang with a nasty diplomatic issue, and none of them with any idea what happened. At this point, having been hit in the face with a metaphorical nailbat, they all realize where things went wrong, and are more than willing to try to fix it.
This time, though, Azula has less than zero intention of allowing that. As far as she’s concerned, this whole situation has taught her one thing - as long as any of the people who won the war and made the decision to come after her are in power, she will never be safe. And she doesn’t return to the Sun Warriors, or anywhere else she thinks she can be found.
And a little while later, the world starts to feel the effects.
(I’m not sure where it goes from here, or even what this idea is. But yeah.)
164 notes - Posted February 27, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Periodic reminder that taking an ATLA character's bending does not allow them to start over, and does not aid in their development as a person. As LoK shows, it is merely extremely traumatizing.
Suffering and erasure of the self does not equal redemption.
173 notes - Posted November 13, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#this is pretty neat honestly#seeing that old Briggsy-related tag made me chuckle
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click to read my abt me + this blog, my dni, and my stimboard requesting guidelines !
(this is a sideblog, i interact/follow from @foggybruise )
active requests: 3
About
hello ! this blog is run by one person , my name is Perry. im a 21 year old trans masc individual who uses he/they pronouns. i have autism, adhd, cptsd, and severe anxiety. i created this blog because stimboards help me a lot when i am overwhelmed, and i wanted a place to share the ones that i create for myself and potentially make them for others!
i interact and follow from foggybruise . it is my main blog , and is an amalgamation of weirdcore/liminal spaces/ dreamcore/ traumacore/ vent shit and the like
all gifs i use will be credited with their source. please let me know if i incorrectly credit someone, i try my best but i sometimes struggle because others don't credit correctly.
my icon and header were both created by me!
Do Not Interact If:
-you're blog is sexual or gross in nature. this includes but isn’t limited to d*lg, t*acher cr*sh, tr*e cr*me, etc.
-you are a terf/swerf, map, transmed, lgbtphobic, racist, etc. go be weird somewhere else.
-your blog is th1nspo/nsfw/k1nk, or you just generally do gross things
Not really part of my DNI, but I want to reiterate I am an adult (20). If you are a minor and this makes you uncomfortable, I have no hard feelings if you block me if I happen to interact with you.
Requesting Rules and Guidelines:
-please do not send more than one request in one ask. i ask that you send multiple requests separately.
-please include the name and source of any character you are requesting
-feel free to be as specific or vague as you like! if you want / don't want certain types of stims in your board please let me know or i will choose what i feel fits best for your request.
-i have the right to deny any request with no explanation.
-please be patient. i am the only person running this blog, and i have real world responsibilities as well. you are free to send a follow up ask/pm if it's been a while since your request, but please note constant messaging may result in me denying your request.
media/subjects i will happily fufill!:
-webkinz
-littlest pet shop
-build a bear
-kidcore (and most other -core aesthetics!)
-the sims franchise
-pride flag boards
-animals
-art
-minecraft
-slime rancher
-among us
-roblox
-phineas and ferb
-disney children's movies
-adventure time
-food (note: i always tag any and all stimboards that include gifs of food with #tw food)
just because something is not listed above does not mean i will not do it. feel free to still send your request! However, if it is listed below, I will not do it.
media/subjects i will auto-deny due to personal reasons:
-Steven Universe
-World of Warcraft
-Real People*
-Horror
-BoJack Horseman
-Harry Potter
-Insects
*by this i mean celebrities/YouTubers/anything based in real life. For example, I will not do a board based on YouTuber JackSepticEye, or Actor Jeff Goldbloom, or about the Netflix Da*mer series. I would, however, do a board based on Seth Brundle, a character he played in the movie The Fly.
tag guide:
#my boards - boards i made !
#boards - boards i reblog from others !
#requests - stimboard ask requests that have been completed and are posted / queued for posting!
#denied - stimboard requests that have been denied
#file.txt - text posts i write
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Little update
Hello everyone, it's the mod! I'm just here to post a little update for the blog as I've just been letting it run for most the month by itself haha.
First on the list: I've not been very active in reblogging on here as I'd like to be thanks to being sick. I can't promise I'll be super active in reblogging but I'll try to get better at it :) As always you can send in submissions if you'd like for your work to be shared on the account!
To find out what the submission rules are check out THIS post!
following that: September screenshots are all queued up! No need to worry about there being a delay between the screenshot! I will always fill up the queue before the month starts :)
thirdly: As you know twitter is kinda falling apart and because of that I"m planning to focus more on the tumblr blog. The twitter account is still up and running and will continue to be so until twitter implodes or becomes completely unusable. But expect me to be doing more work on the tumblr than twitter.
fourthly: Yes, I do plan to continue collecting S3 screenshots. Unfortunately I haven't had a lot of time nor energy to do so with being sick. I've been debating on accepting screenshots from others but I would like to properly credit you guys for that if I did. so far the plan is still to collect them myself - I just got to set up my program and actually get to going frame by frame for them.
and finally: Yes, I still would very much like the account to be fully automated when it comes to posting the screenshots to the account but unfortunately I just don't have the time to actually learn to code a tumblr bot from scratch (I've sort of given up on coding a twitter bot seeing as twitter is on it's last legs) While I hope to be able to do it in the future, I'm just too sick to really try doing that while trying to keep this account up and running along with other life stuff. Tbh i don't suspect it'll make much difference atm as I'm doing fine with keeping up the queue with my little system i have. I just thought it best to be transparent about everything I'm doing with the account at the moment.
and thats it. sorry for it being long and ramblely I'm a little out of it and just wanted to update you guys :)
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I posted 246 times in 2022
53 posts created (22%)
193 posts reblogged (78%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@quillvine
@blueeyesatnight
@youvebeenlivingfictional
@kittensmctavish
@brandyllyn
I tagged 139 of my posts in 2022
Only 43% of my posts had no tags
#quill is not in the house (queued) - 45 posts
#quill fic recs - 41 posts
#quill writes - 14 posts
#goncharov - 11 posts
#we love blue in this house - 10 posts
#we love brandy in this house - 5 posts
#timezone reblog - 4 posts
#eurovision - 4 posts
#we love tali in this house - 3 posts
#we love qvo in this house - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 107 characters
#the owner of possibly the most beatiful hands in cinema history. you like walking down hallways and talking
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Thank you so so so much for 600!!!
Today I just hit 600 followers and let me just say I am so grateful for every single one of you.
The facts that I hit 600 is mind-boggling. I hit 500 of February of last year, it hasn’t even been and a whole year since I hit my last milestone and now I’ve hit another one??!? I cannot comprehend that, you guys are literally the best.
I also basically went on an unplanned, unannounced hiatus. Before posting “Can You Feel My Love?” the last thing I wrote and posted was for my 2020 Halloween celebration and those were basically little blurbs.
“Falling For You” was my last actual fic and it went up in September of 2020 it’s been more than a year since I wrote something of substance. The gap in activity was due to some big life events that happened to me in late 2020 and 2021 and I was so so scared that I had hit my peak as a writer all the way back then before all of my life stuff happened.
I was sacred to get back into writing because I put so much pressure on myself to make my gap in content to justifiable and worth it. I felt that if I didn’t come back with 10K word fic that was just so beautiful and wonderful that my break wouldn’t have been ‘okay’ in the eyes of all of you guys.
But as I posted again you all proved me wrong. The response to “Can You Feel My Love?” has been so positive and it’s done a lot to soothe my writing anxiety. Quite frankly, after seeing your responses I feel a little silly for feeling the way I felt at all.
What I’m trying to say, if my long long ramblings are too much for you to comprehend, is thank you. I basically sat on my ass and cried and posted zero fics for more than a year and you guys still showed me so much love in the form of like, reblogs, asks, and being amazing friends.
I am so grateful for every single one of you and I have no idea how I will ever be able to repay you for all the love and joy every single one of you have brought to my life.
xoxo, quill
3 notes - Posted January 3, 2022
#4
not me remembering the 7 (8 if u count the bonus) angsty hotch storyline that i planed wayyyy back in july
4 notes - Posted April 28, 2022
#3
tell me something good. i’ve a had a rough day today
5 notes - Posted June 1, 2022
#2
WHY WAS EVERYONE IN TOPGUN MAVERICK HOT
8 notes - Posted July 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
my lover is the sea
aaron hotchner x reader
a/n: so this is the first of what will (hopefully) be many installments of call of the ocean. i already have a second part knocking around in the ole google doc and i’m really excited to share everything with yall! please let me know if you spot any errors because full disclaimer this fic was started more than a year ago and has been very slowly pieced together with little bits of tape
masterlist | call of the ocean master list (coming soon)
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It is the peak of summer when you first meet him. The sun feels impossibly hot for this time of year and it makes for an incredibly miserable trip to the market.
You normally wouldn’t even go into town when the sun is blazing its fury on the earth, but you have it on good authority that the cargo ship that just docked has a little something special for you.
When you get to the town center it is already filled with rowdy sailors elated to be on dry land, making the already crowded market even more cramped and your thin patience even thinner. But, if you weren’t jostled and elbowed to high hell and if the sun hadn’t made your skin sickly hot, you would be rather endeared by their eagerness.
Even though your days at sea are long behind you, you remember what it felt like a hot meal at a tavern for the first time in ages. You remember what it was like to have salt in your hair and what it was like to see deep blue everywhere you looked.
The thought of the ocean tugs at a familiar feeling in your chest, one that you should have buried down a long time ago.
You were never good at letting things go.
Shaking off your thoughts you finally start to push your way through the crowd and to your destination, a little stall right in the center of the market, yet tucked away protected by the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
A cheerful call catches your attention, it’s the stall’s owner, one Miss. Penelope Garcia. She motions you over with a wave of her hand, excitement clear on her face.
“Come, come! It came and just as you requested, and it looks beautiful,” her voice cuts through the crowd loud and clear and you push even harder through the crowded market to make your way to her.
It seems that Penelope’s excitement is too great for her to simply stand still and wait for you to make your way to her market stall and she meets you halfway moving through the crowd with an “excuse me, excuse me! Coming though, please sir move, I have to- ”
Her words are cut off with an ecstatic squeal when she finally reaches you and immediately takes your hand to pull you through the throngs of people. Navigating the crowd with the same ease as she did before she deposits you, safe and sound, in front of her market stall.
“Oh my darling it is so nice to see you again!”
“It’s nice to see you too Penny,” you tell her as she reaches for a little paper wrapped package.
“Here it is, all nice and snug just as you requested,” she says pushing your package to you, “I hope you don’t mind, I had a little peak. I just couldn’t help myself.”
You give her a warm smile and assure Penelope that it’s okay, her curiosity will always be her downfall.
Your fingers shake slightly as you move to unwrap the package. Whether it’s out of excitement or fear you don’t know, but the drumming in your chest only intensifies when you finally tear through the paper wrapping to reveal a thick book, worn with age.
The Morrowson’s Compendium of Earthly Creatures, the beautiful leather bound cover reads. Flipping through its worn pages you see that it’s inside is littered with colorful illustrations.
“Thank you Penny,” the words come out breathless, your voice soft with awe, “it’s exactly what I was looking for.”
She gives you a blindingly cheerful grin, “anything for you my lovely.”
The two of you say your goodbyes and you begin to make your way through the market to your next destination. As excited as you are to go home and turn through the gilded pages of your new book you still have some shopping to do.
Your mind is always on the book though, thoughts never drifting away from its worn cover and colorful illustrations as you look over vegetables for blemishes and examine cuts of meat.
Lost in your thoughts you end up running into a fair amount of people which in turn causes many angry exclamations to be thrown your way. You just mutter your apologies and scurry past them, desperate to finish up and go home.
As you finish up at the bakery and start to finally head back home you run into yet another person.
Only this time you’re not able to get away with a halfhearted mumbled apology. Your things spill to the ground, rolling every which way and you have to scurry to pick them up lest they get snatched up by an unsavory passerby.
It isn’t until you have brushed all the dirt off your clothes that you think to even check to make sure you have all your things. Your first instinct is to reach for the book that should be tucked snugly away into your basket-
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22 notes - Posted October 7, 2022
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looking at her is kind of bittersweet. i wish i spent more time on here you know?
I still stand by My lover is the sea though, like read it pls if you haven't yet. I'm very very proud of her
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Not to be mean but you only reblog art that is extremely done and with a lot of attention given to it. You rarely seem to give any attention to stuff out of your circle,, so I think you aren’t really the person to make that art psa post?
ur missing the point of my post i think? okay let me break it down to you: fandom, for me at least, is about making friends. you become friends when someone reaches out and talks to you or when you reach out and talk to someone. i have NEVER restricted anyone from talking to me. my dms are always open, meaning anyone can message me. i have asks open, anon on, so anyone can share any opinion they want with me, which you are doing right now, and they can potentially ‘befriend’ me and reveal who they are later, if they so choose. obviously, i control what asks get published on my blog, but that’s besides the point
the point is—am i obligated to answer every ask i receive? no. i have over 3,600 unanswered asks right now. i cannot possibly do that without destroying the dashes of everyone that follows me. and the point of my post is that no one is obligated to reblog anything from anyone BECAUSE people experience and curate their experiences differently. promoting better reblog culture and better fandom interactions is an extremely good thing. what i was hopefully getting across is that trying to pin that responsibility on any group/individual in any community is EXTREMELY counterproductive. it will get us nowhere
as for why i ‘rarely give attention to stuff outside my circle’ it’s very simple. i have Already curated my experience. i don’t look at posts in the tags. i don’t want my day ruined. i also cannot follow people who shit talk dream or george or quackity etc. and a bunch of other creators. idk how to tell you this but dteamblr is very small compared to other sectors of mcytblr. most of my mutuals/friends are people that actively post. or at least actively posted at some point that we were able to cross paths. the people i talk to a lot/the most i either don’t know their follower count or they told me for some reason and its anywhere from 50 to like a few thousand. so what do i do w my friends? i don’t really turn on notifications, but i do for a small handful. i promise you it’s very random and has nothing to do with follow count. i also don’t check my dash a lot. so if something is getting reblogged a lot, it increases my chances of seeing it, but even then… half the times i don’t see what my mutuals have been saying. most of the posts on my blog are my own posts or whatever i dump into my queue
which is my next point. i use the ‘stuff for you’ tab on the tumblr mobile app. that’s where i get most of the posts i queue. its like half fandom stuff half random shit. ik. its a SUPER scuffed ‘for you page’ but yes. i generally trust that tab to show me cool stuff. and often times what the algorithm decides is ‘for me’ are posts that already have a bunch of notes. so that’s the stuff i end up queuing. if my queue is running low, i go on there to queue a bunch of stuff and then i go. i mainly interact w my tumblr account through my friends and my activity page (that i have filtered so i see asks n replies n reblogs) so if i rb something my friend made, it’s because they sent it to me. anyone is welcome to send anything to me! but there’s no guarantee that i’ll reblog it because ultimately this is my blog and i decide what goes on it. i could ignore a piece of art w 5k notes. i could rb something w 100 notes. i can’t prove it to you because you don’t have access to how i browse, but i assure you i don’t look at art and go ‘well this only has x number of notes… not reblogging it then!’ like my blog isn’t my job i just do random shit here. im not gonna scour my dash and the tags head to toe for content. im sure im missing out on a ton of content but i simply do not have the time. i also make my own content so… i’m just gonna do what’s fun and easy for me. this is fandom. i’m not being paid to reblog your posts. you can if you want to! do you want to support a struggling student? my ko-fi is in my bio. does that horrify you? yeah exactly. fandom is for fun so while we can and should promote a supportive culture, no one is OBLIGATED to do anything
that’s… really all there is to it. i don’t have a vendetta against anyone. i promise you, if you dm me with a conversation topic in mind, i will HAPPILY engage in it with you, especially if it is a mutual interest. and if i am your friend, there is obviously a higher chance i will reblog your posts as compared to people i don’t know! i can’t speak for other people but that’s how i work. i’m not gonna reblog every piece of art or writing i see, and i assure you it has nothing to do with how ‘good’ i think something is. or how many notes it already has. hope this helps 👍🏻
also if i can make some closing thoughts… tumblr’s follower count is hidden. unless you’re telling me you go up to every account you see and hack in to find their follow count… you don’t know how much traction someone is actually getting? like over half my followers are inactive i promise you. our community is very small. i’m not making posts that break 1k left and right either. random stuff i do ‘for notes’ is genuinely just for fun. like have fun, don’t obsess over who is reblogging what, and talk about the things you like on your own blog.
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Helloooo~~ first day of concert is almost upon us and our dearest Yoongi's birthday just passed. I'm so glad that your blog is on Yoongi lockdown. There's a fluff oneshot that's been on my mind about Yoongi and mc being roommates but he just wants to hold her/their hand so he just straight up tells them it is handholding season. If you know the title of this fic, please let me know~~ *breaks out in song* (you can tell how excited I am for con right?)
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
🌷 Answering this just now - had to wait for my #YoongiDay queue to be done before replying 🤭. Oh yes! It’s just my little way of celebrating the member’s birthdays this year (I hope I get to follow through until Dec lol). There's sooo many fics I haven’t reviewed/reblogged that I wanted to scream about (originally had 60 fics queued lol and I had to cut down)!!! A day only has 24 hours 😭🥺.
Okay I love that fic you are talking about! Something I actually tagged with #toothrottingfluff. This is by @sunshinerainbowsbts and it’s I Wanna Hold Your Hand =)
😍 Your enthusiasm is so infectious. I LOVE!!! Enjoy the concert, bub! I always say BTS concerts feel like there’s a festival going on, especially the in-person ones. Even if you’re not attending, you see the activities online and it’s such a festive feeling felt globally. I still remember when other fans will prepare giveaways and you go home with loots (the one I remember the most was getting an Ingikayo sandwich made by another fan! I still cry over that - what a sweet, sweet soul). For now, virtually giving you tons of warm hugs to keep you company during the virtual concert! I am so happy for the boys too! Finally, after trying for years to get live audience in their Seoul shows!
Enjoy and make sure you have water and happy food for the shows =)
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#Thought of just creating a fic rec list but that takes too much time and energy to compile.#So more on reblogging old favorites I haven't reacted to yet for ggukkiereads (review to follow since I couldn’t react properly).#🌷 chats#moonhope287#sunshinerainbowbts#I Wanna Hold Your Hand#yoongi x reader
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Thank you for the tag @glambby ❤️❤️
1. Why did you choose your url?
my brain is only capable of thinking about pretty men from the 80s
2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them
none that are active anymore
3. How long have you been on Tumblr?
uhhh probably since i was about 13? maybe 14? so like 6 or 7 years
4. Do you have a queue tag?
i’m gonna be honest with you, i don’t understand queuing so y’all just get a thousand posts whenever i’m active
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
i got anxious running my other blog because of the amount of followers i was getting and i wanted to start up another 80s blog since i got rid of my last one
6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
because i’m in love with slash😌🤏🏻
7. Why did you choose your header?
slash and duff look sexy in that pic
8. What's your post with the most notes?
THAT FUCKING POST ABOUT COLLECTING PICTURES OF ROCKSTARS THAT I THINK IS SO STUPID YET EVERYONE LIKES IT AND IM PRESSED
9. How many mutuals do you have?
uhhh 5 maybe? only 2 close ones
10. How many followers do you have?
JUST SAW I HAVE 100 SO IM CELEBRATING🎉🎉🎉
11. How many people do you follow?
74
12. Have you ever made a shitpost?
almost all of my original posts are shitposts
13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?
we don’t talk about it,,,
14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?
uhhh not on tumblr i don’t think?
15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?
i honestly kinda hate them, i use this blog as a form of escapism and thinking about real world problems when i’m trying to shut it all out stresses me out
16. Do you like tag games?
yeah! it’s nice to know people think of me🥺
17. Do you like ask games?
100% yes, i love talking to people
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?
my bestie, kayla
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
being asked this when i openly flirt with Jax on a daily basis is so funny to me
20. Tags:
@80srocker @slashxrose @niksixx @longlivejbj
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