sometimes i think about ur “u text sero back late and the crazy in him double texts to go ‘what round yall on’” post and laugh so hard.

sero has always seemed like such a laid back kinda guy to me, handsome and tall and fit and way too smooth (how’s he always getting away with quipping at bakugou huh) once grown into himself, but him having crazy in him is not something i knew i needed until this. it’s the way he really would express it that way too lmaoo

im such a firm believer in the loverboy sero thing that i just dont think he's very good at managing his jealousy in the thick of it lmaoo. he tries so hard!!!!

like later on its a little more chill but when you're in like. a situationship w him (which imo you often are. imo i think sero is hard to date because he is oddly busy - both as a hero but also because he's smart and has a lot of business for the longterm lol) and as a result he tends to lean towards fast and kind of casual sex relationships

and for a while it works. but the thing is you and sero are just so compatible. as friends and as fuck buddies. and it becomes such a huge problem for him overall because once he really thinks about you he thinks you're perfect for each other. like you are perfect. and that attraction spills over him to being so snarky and catty when you're with other guys lol which is so unlike him because he's so fucking nonchalant otherwise!!

he is SUPER laid back and i also think a little detached about romance. i think you're probably his first serious connection that doesn't like. fizzle out within a few months, partially because things are so low stakes and then because he is just so super attracted to the kind of person you are and he just. spirals lmao

he is not a crazy bf !!! he really really is as u describe but he has Moments pre-relationship that make him soooo territorial. i do not think he is above fucking you in public about it why lie !

making preparations! 🍼

Karen Harvey on The Monkees' tour plane, summer of 1967 (photo by Henry Diltz); Peter Tork, Karen, and Justin in January 1968 (photo courtesy of Bridgeman Images); Peter and Karen's son Domin, 1989 ("Tork recently visited Harvey and her son in Amsterdam," per The News Journal in 1989; Peter and Karen in the 2000s.

"Harvey was living in the same apartment building as Tork, at 35 Bedford St., and they cemented a friendship that had started earlier. 'We’re still very, very good friends,' she said. Through a girlfriend at one of the art galleries, Harvey also go to know David Crosby. He and Tork were responsible for getting Harvey to move West. 'He [Crosby] fell in love with my girlfriend and took her back to California. Then Peter got this Monkees thing and moved there. Everybody was trying to get me to come to California, and so I eventually went,' Harvey says. 'She came because I asked her to,' Tork confirmed during a phone call from California. 'I can’t actually say she was my girlfriend. She was my roommate. She came back and forth for a while. I’m an old fan of hers from way, way back. Karen is a wonderful singer.' Although she eventually got her own apartment, Harvey spent much of her time at Tork’s house, under the famous 'Hollywood' sign. 'I was handling a lot of affairs of the house because he [Tork] was working like a slave,' Harvey said. 'TV work is no picnic.' With the increasing amount of money and fame through the Monkees’ TV show, Tork moved to a bigger house (once owned by actor Wally Cox) in Studio City. They also needed more room because Tork, Harvey and Robert Hammer, who directed the horror film 'Don’t Answer the Phone,' had formed a film company called Breakthrough-Influence, whose work included videos for Crosby, Stills and Nash, and Steve Miller. (Hammer is also the father of Harvey’s son, Justin, 22; she has another son, Domin, 11, by a member of Sail-Joia.) 'It was in that [Studio City] house that Lowell George from Little Feat used to rehearse, and that was the house that the Beatles came to,' Harvey said. 'Jimi Hendrix came to both [houses] because he was a real good friend right up until he died.' Of the Beatles, only Ringo Starr and George Harrison dropped by the Studio City home, Tork recalled. 'We went swimming for a while in the pool.' 'I slept through it,' said Harvey of the visit. 'I though they would hang around a little and I was just real slow about it and they left. I was hanging out with every superstar in the book, and they were just average people to me. Peter Tork was very, very generous, and his house was an open house.' To make up for her missing the Beatles, Harvey said, Tork suggested they go to England to visit them. It was New Year’s Eve 1968 [sic]. She remembers that her son, Justin, who was a toddler then, played bongos with Harrison at Apple Records. 'We went to visit George,' Tork said. 'George was doing cuts for the "Wonderwall" album [read more about Peter's banjo contribution to the movie here] at the time. I remember George offering to turn the lights up so Karen could have more light to take pictures.'" - The News Journal, July 16, 1989

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“I don’t know that it [fame] affected my ability to have friendships. Basically I don’t think I knew how to be or have a friend beforehand, and I don’t think I learned while I was in that operation [The Monkees]. I mean, I had some good buddies, you know, but that wasn’t the same thing, I didn’t really understand. There was only one person in my life that I could turn to when I was hurting who happened somehow to know what it was, what it took to stop me hurting, and that was a woman named Karen Harvey, who later joined me on the West Coast. And I thought, well, here’s a friend come to join me and this will be a real friend. And we were pretty good friends, I guess, but there wasn’t any that, you know, that — I didn’t know what a friend did in a sense of how, on a day-to-day basis, do you maintain your friendships, do you go out of your way to make sure that things are nice and right and, you know, the kind of work that a friendship takes. You don’t just have a friendship without work. And I didn’t know that. And I’m not so sure I know it now.” - Peter Tork, NPR, June 3, 1983 

“[‘Lady’s Baby’] was about the lady that I was living with at the time, and her son. That’s them [in photo 2], that’s my darling Karen, with whom I am still very good friends all these years later.” - Peter Tork during his My Life In The Monkees & So Much More tour, 2013 (x)

27

Whoa that 27 is huuuuuge

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Oh this is super interesting!

Hmm. You know sometimes it's 'whoever I'm writing in the moment' but there's definitely standouts.

*thinks*

Augus in Smoke in Autumn is stressful because I have to go into a kind of very analytical, sadistic mindspace to really hook into the way he's thinking and what he wants to do next. And there's a coldness to it and a detachment to it which I sometimes want to resist or change or alter, and while some of that will change, I have to remember to stay anchored in his character. So I can never quite relax while writing him.

I think otherwise though, Connor and Cullen are probably up there, because they're both such contrary characters that I really had to fight them sometimes in the narrative to go in the direction I wanted. And what I mean by that is that often before sitting down to write a chapter, I've road-tested around 1-5 different scenarios and picked the best one. Cullen and Connor frequently forced me to road-test up to 20 with no success, because none of them let me get to where I wanted to get to. They feel like the algebra version of writing characters.

And I would say obviously Mallory and Mount from Mallory & Mount because otherwise we'd have chapters of that by now.

I feel like I'm missing some. I definitely think Eran, actually, because he was such a...Seelie-minded individual and I was writing a kind of character that didn't come naturally to me. Eran taught me that I don't really enjoy writing 'baby doms' very much, and it's like welp, lesson learned!

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From the Weird Writing Asks meme!

plotted starter for @itsybitsypeterparker 

   As the day, spent watching the city from the high-rises, went on it had become clear to Erik that the kid he’d somehow assumed parental babysitting duties for was extremely tired. Whether it was the needs of a growing boy or the result of swinging from rooftops the mutant couldn’t quite say, but when Peter had started to drop off next to him, hanging upside down like some kind of bat, Erik couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it any longer.

   Which is how they had ended up here, Peter crouched on the edge of the sink in his pyjamas ( – Erik has given up telling him not to climb on furniture – ), toothbrush in hand, spraying toothpaste across the room while he attempts to talk a mile a minute. The mutant-leader leans against the doorframe, listening as best he can, making sure Peter actually brushes his teeth and doesn’t completely distract himself. He’ll put the boy to bed and then head out once he’s fallen asleep— at least, that was the plan, right up until now, when he can hear the key turning in the front door.

Taking a lil break from socials for a day(?) just to get a breather! I love you all, and really appreciate all of the support 😭 😭

If I don’t answer, that’s why! <33

flipping between Stucky fic and Hannigram fic's got my wires all tangled up 😵‍💫

and now I'm imagining Steve being That Hannibal-level chivalrous and solicitous to Bucky; kissing his hand, opening doors, pulling out chairs, killing people who try to date him, etc. etc. 😊

Hello! This is my first time sending an ask here. I hope you’re doing well and your writing is just *chefs kiss* 🥰 I saw everyone asking for mafia!Eren and you being like “*sigh* not this again…” is funny to me so I decided to make some memes of it 👀

But seriously though, if you don’t want to write mafia!Eren then you 100% don’t ever have to. And you have reasonable reasons for it. Trust me, I personally wouldn’t want to read a fic of a character hurting y/n (me?? you?? reader?? Idk which one it is anymore 😭). But on a more wholesome note, I made another two memes!

And this one is for you and Aleks!

OMG LMAOOO AKLSJDFLAKSJDKLFJLK AAAAAAA LET ME TAG ALEKS ON THIS

@princess-jaeger GIRL ARE YOU SEEING THIS?? THESE ARE SO CUTE, NOT TO MENTION ACCURATE TOO HAHAHAHAH

BLESS YOUR SOUL FOR MAKING THESE FOR ME BABY YOU JUST MADE MY DAY, MY WEEK, MY MONTH, MY YEAR

fang ive been following u for years now and while i don’t use tumblr nearly as much anymore nor am i into a lot of the new fandoms you’ve started posting content for in the last year i still love coming onto ur blog and hearing what u have to say and i loveee reading ur fics anyways no matter who they’re about or how little i know about them. your meta/analysis posts have helped me understand so much about myself and why im into dark content and why fandom still means so much to me even tho i have less time for it <3 thank u for being u and i’m sorry for being emo about it, but i just have so much love and appreciation in my heart for creators and people like u who are so earnest about their interests and so open minded. ily forever

oh anon this is making me so freaking emotional sfkjfsdjf

i totally get it!! i think fandom really jumped in popularity around 2020 but as we go back to "normal life" u just naturally get busy but you know i think that is what is so good about it. fandom as it is always Here even when u are not..... and a crazy person like me will always be here to yap and post fic and do so many other things. im so honored that u have followed me so far and put up with my nonsense fdjkhsd esp w jumping around w fandoms and stuff since i know its been pretty niche. thank u for reading thank u for going thank u for sending nice asks like i love u so much... u dont need to be sorry. i really have sooo much genuine adoration for this Place even when it troubles me to do so. im so glad i could help u or bring u any joy... even a little drop as much as u bring me.... squishing u so tight

adrien and rua take amaya to meet rua's side of the family! rua's nephew, broderick, makes his introductions too!

I got you girl...👀

8° on Twitter: "【らくがき】スーツ大地さん https://t.co/xVOvkDhqD7" / Twitter

My entire soul, god he’s so handsome wtf. Damn… if I walked in and he was leant like that😮‍💨 i’d be on my knees so fast unbuckling his belt thats for damn sure…

Imagine, your slightly late back from work, apologies on the tip of your tongue as it now means you are both running slightly late to an anniversary dinner because of if. You open the door to your shared apartment and he is stood like that, his head looking up, eyes piercing through you and you know that you two aren’t gonna make that fancy restaurant booking… FUCK

I’m not okay and I need to sleep, at least this is a good thought to sleep to😩

My prayer is that God leads Jackson Wang through this life and to the gates of Heaven. That he is dedicated to God, keeping Him first and obeying His word. That Jackson seeks God in everything he does so he can live his life in the best possible way. That my prayers aren't in vain and they truly are heard by God who will answer yes to them, even if I never know about it. If I never hear another song, read another interview, see another picture of Jackson again, I can have peace in my heart to let go if that's what God is telling me to do. That I can trust that God is taking care of him in ways I don't know to ask for. That keeping this love in my heart isn't selfish and I can continue to believe that all the good and beautiful things I see in him can be cherished because God put them there, and created Jackson to be a beautiful thing that serves Him, and has a home in Heaven because of the light he shined for the Lord.

Amen

the sun hangs oppressively in the sky,     rolling against the back of melinda’s neck in waves. maybe it’s the heat that has her head swimming as she wanders through the flea market, threading herself through the throngs of people; maybe it’s the fit of nightmares that had possessed her last night, catching her in a cold sweat and shivering whole-bodied.

          or, perhaps, it could be the spirit that clings dutifully to her elbow now, his voice harsh in her ear, the bone of his fingers pressed deep into her skin.

          my sister, comes his murmur, brushed with white noise,  you have to tell her…

          ❛❛ not now. ❜❜     she mumbles under her breath. a woman casts a shifty glance towards her before looking away. melinda clears her throat, pretending to toy with a bar of handmade soap at a booth. her pass at ignoring the ghost only draws him closer, his arms reaching icily through her.  you can’t ignore me forever, little girl.

          his death had been a gruesome one, to say the least. he’d been ever-so-kind enough to give her the gory details in all of the haziness he could recall it with: perched back in a la-z-boy, the thick smell of blood permeating the air; his tv flipping through channels of static; his brother-in-law curling the pistol in his lifeless hand. charles had been rich for most of his life, and had been cruel for even longer. many people wanted him dead.

          it seems his sister’s husband had gotten his wish.

          her arms feel heavy all of a sudden, a dim throb knocking at her temple. charles leans closer to her, the fuzziness of his laugh rising to a choppy crescendo.      ❛❛ stop it. ❜❜     melinda forces weakly, but the urgency in her tone only pushes him further. the same cadence flips over and over again like a laugh track out of tune, shadowing her in its grasp. the static grows, grows until her eyes shake with it, grows until her head pounds in pain. she feels herself stumble into someone’s back— her apology comes out slurred, reaching a hand up to press against her brow. people are staring now. she can feel their hot gaze rake across her expression, her bumbling footsteps as she tries to keep herself standing. louder, and louder, and louder, until—

          ‘ are you alright ? '     she faintly recognizes through the ringing in her ears. she squints against the sun towards the other, barely making out a shape. somehow in her fog she had braced herself against a picnic table, sticky with syrup from a local stand. she lets go of a shaky breath, willing herself back into the moment. charles had disappeared just as quickly as he came, and with that, had only left melinda slowly collecting the pieces of herself once again, the passersby hesitantly waning their attention from her.

          ❛❛ no, i-i’m fine, i just… felt a little woozy, is all. ❜❜     she flashes an unconvincing half-smile up at the stranger, her face flushed, a clumsy laugh giving way as she brushes a lock of hair back from her lip.     ❛❛ guess i should keep a better eye on my blood sugar. ❜❜

tag drop part two .

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husk's watching angel with saddened eyes. he doesn't move from his spot from behind the bar, let his confession sink in. because it was true━ somehow, he had fallen into the web that was caring for angel. he didn't want angel for any of the reasons he expected━ shocking for a man who's sin was greed, perhaps his shackles had beaten him down so much he couldn't find himself wanting for reasons like that anymore.

maybe it was because he knew damn well no one wanted to just be angel's friend. maybe it was because he was shackled down just as he was, and he knew at least how that felt. but it was so painfully true━ husk just wanted to be angel's friend. and he wouldn't take that back, even as he watched in almost real time as angel pushed him further away.

            ❝ you're still acting. ❞ husk commented plainly, but he doesn't push it further, doesn't explain himself. he should've expected his words not to be taken well, not with angel so far gone in his own lack of self-esteem.

            ❝ don't want me to be your friend ? that's fine. just can't say i didn't try. ❞ its clear husk's own walls were coming back up. he was too vulnerable too long for comfort, and his vulnerability wasn't being taken well anyways. no reason to keep them down any longer. even so, his tail and wings hung low and ears pressed back as he attempted to turn his attention back to cleaning.