#so really and truly there is a *vibe* here

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track) #The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more. #I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles! #Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise! #I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space. #It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together: #I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper. #I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything. #You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there. #Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite. #day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less: #'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all) #This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly. #(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

[vicsy]

a 1.4k Strollonso ficlet in this trying time. some slightly tenderhorny introspection, really.

It’s in the way every living soul keeps patronizing him. 

It’s in the way, when Sebastian says his heartfelt goodbyes at the end of the season party, he clasps Lance’s shoulder and bids him good luck for the year to come. It has nothing to do with him driving; it’s about who he’ll be driving with. 

It’s in the way his father never gave him the talk but when Fernando Alonso gets signed to Aston Martin, Lawrence sits him down and they talk for an hour or two, touching on the entire history of the F1 that Lance knows already, for the love of god, and he’s pretty miserable by the time his dad sings praises to Fernando’s skills, underlining his holy like importance to the team. 

It’s in the way he can’t fucking log on twitter in the off-season without being hit by a barrage of insanity and, frankly, poorly made memes created to feed a certain narrative while Lance hasn’t even met Fernando in the role of his new teammate, even though they’ve shared the grid for years. 

Lance doesn’t really care; that is, basically, his whole brand and he lives the good life, untethered and unbothered, surrounded by wealth, love, a particular thrill.

And yet. 

Fernando Alonso is a perpetual wildcard and Lance builds his attitude around this little image, prepared for some sort of psychological warfare but it never happens. Fernando is in his space every day — testing, meetings, strategy planning; once at a get-along dinner his father planned. Lance should be bored and bitching his way out but he’s stuck with this enigma of a man, sitting in front of him, sharing a meal and some wine while Lawrence explains the unexplainable things the team did to the car. 

His mind wanders to the reasons he’ll be brushed off this season, just a young brat racing alongside a living legend again but then Fernando raises a toast and Lance’s name falls off his lips with that lilting accent and– 

It’s the wine or something in the air or a shell inside his chest that cracks open to let a little light in, all while Fernando talks, spilling niceties and compliments, and that image Lance built somewhat falls apart. 

Maybe it’s because Fernando hasn’t run him off the track yet or glared at him in a way some people that have been around long enough call a death stare; maybe Lance hasn’t spent enough time in his company to earn a reputation, to become a part of the feud that’ll go down in history. So many teams, he knows, have fallen by the wayside over less. 

Oh, but it’s such a good play because Fernando has eyes only for him like the rest don’t exist, and Lance finds himself caught like a fly in a glue trap, an object of his sole undivided attention, and Esteban fucking warned him profusely, that’s how Fernando operates. Lures you into a manic little game only he can win. 

And all those precautions are mushed together in Lance‘s brain, he knows, he knows but Fernando’s usual sharpness doesn’t cut him into bits and pieces, the lack of malice he was preparing to meet like an unwanted guest non-existent in the space between them, in the constant close proximity. It’s confusing and Lance is a shit actor. He can’t bring himself to feign ignorance or pretend to put on the face of someone he’s not. 

The picture everyone paints of Fernando is skewed, so when Lance catches a glimpse of his true colors, all of his plans to stick it to the man burst at the seams, crumbling like a house of cards. 

For all of Lance’s naivety, for how easily he follows down that narrow path, it’s a rush no money can buy. A touch here, a not-so-friendly pat there, a show of teeth in a smile that is lethal and Lance knows Fernando wants a taste, craves to do so much more, something unspeakable, something that could turn into the nastiest paddock gossip to this day but it’s exhilarating — knowing he does that to a man by simply existing. Knows that, maybe, he wants it, too. 

And it doesn’t take them long to fall into the bed together or, rather, it’s Lance who falls, perhaps for some elaborate scheme Fernando is running on him because who is he if not a villain with a plan for mayhem. 

And yet. 

It’s in the way Fernando softly kisses both his wrists, carefully thumbs at the bandages, smoothing them with furrowed brow, and Lance feels like he might get shattered by that fondness reserved just for him. 

It’s in the way he makes a face at another flock of reporters, forever annoyed by the implications they keep oh so implicit, but a private smile tugs at the corners of his lips the moment Fernando appears behind him, a palm splayed wide on the small of his back, his own smile shark-like when he says how great Lance is doing, how the team is proud of the work he puts in. 

It’s in the way he feels more than an heir to the old money, more than his privilege and some character quirks that label him as spoiled when they are alone, Lance’s long legs pillowed in Fernando’s lap and the lights are dimmed with just a TV on. He makes a dumb joke, fighting a flutter in his chest, and Fernando laughs unabashedly, swatting his thigh while all the jostling causes his phone to slip between the couch cushions, the old race reruns playing out muted in the background. 

And every time Fernando pushes into him unhurriedly, surrounded by the faceless hotel room walls, it washes away everything Lance is constantly bottling down inside; the little flame burns brighter with each languid thrust, with a hand between his shoulder blades, with a kiss placed at the back of his neck. Fernando holds him through it insanely close as Lance pants into the pristine white sheets, wet from stray tears and come, patches soaked through under his trembling knees. 

And every time Fernando gets rough with him, hand coming down hard on his reddened ass because Lance had been in a mood, riling Fernando up, giving as good as he gets, to the point where he ends up bent in half, cock straining and weeping from each slap, each word reaching his ears seeped in unearthly lust. The breakneck speed of a racing car doesn’t quite match the adrenaline hit, doesn’t reduce Lance to whimpers and croaky moans, doesn’t push him to the edge of begging. 

And every time Fernando spends what feels like hours cleaning him up and licking traces of his orgasm off Lance’s skin before plopping down next to him, sweaty and out of breath, sucking a mark into his neck, Lance feels like his floating, finally out of his head. Fernando teases him with a twinkle in his eyes, forever kind where he looks at him, and Lance playfully bites his shoulder in return, then smiles into the pillow before sleep claims him, a heavy arm thrown over his waist, grounding him. 

And it’s Fernando, Fernando, Fernando — every time, all the time, and Lance finds himself suddenly caring, wanting, feeling like he doesn’t wish for it to end, ever. Like losing at this game they play is worth having a life inside a life; something real and fragile and raw encapsulated between who they both are to the outside world. 

And yet. 

It spins out of control like a car on a wet track, rules to the game Lance never bothered to learn forgotten and discarded, but he knows, among the sound of the engine running, the buzzing lamp in the meeting room, or the commotion just before a race. He knows, somewhere among all the sneaking around, stealing time together under the guise of team building, the false pretense got stripped away from Fernando’s actions. Lance knows, dares to look past the man behind a legacy, past a villainous haze. 

It’s in the way Lance knows they’ve abandoned the chase, the thrill, or it left them without as much as a warning. 

It’s in the way Lance seeks Fernando out with his eyes only to find him already staring at him, reading his features like an open book, his heart beating out of sync.

It’s in the way there is no turning back but Lance only looks forward and Fernando is holding his hand over the car console, squeezing his knee under the table at dinner while no one is looking, embracing him from behind with a kiss to his bare shoulder blade while the ribbons of morning light stream through the kitchen window. 

It just leaves Lance wondering. 

How can someone love so loud, so deafening, without a single word. 

#vicsy writes #i realize this makes no sense #but I wanted to write some Lance pov and as much as I love his bitchiness and spoiled rich kid vibe #I can't say I truly believe it's him like #he's a lovable himbo who truly can fall for Fernando's mind games and hotness and everything else #but SURPRISE they are both unaware that this is how their love story starts #it's about the horrors but they don't really happen despite what people thought #also I am delirious at almost 5 am #and never written a ficlet before so #i can only hope this is somewhat in character #alonstroll #strollonso #Nando #Fernando Alonso #Lance Stroll #Fernando/Lance #f1 #lancenando #so many ship names I am dying out here #my ficlet

[xianyoon]

i miss 2021 genshinblr sm im ngl 😞😞😞

#the vibes were like no other actually AHJAHJJHAHJA #ik that it was like that because of the pandemic but there was really that sense of closeness in the community that you couldnt #get anywhere else. #and 2021blr was where i met most of my besties who (some) eventually bcame my irl friends!!!! #and all the character anons rp blogs events tag games everything #was quite lovely! i loved talking to people sm back then #people interacted with each other despite being part of different cliques and you'll see ppl reblogging from others and it felt #like a crossover episode of a multiverse sometimes LOL #and i remember cranking out fics every single day that was crazy i was truly in my writer period #but i just remember having fun. literally just having fun and not caring that my works were “not good” at all #because i was writing every single day out of the love for it. #and that's what matters the most #and also the theme changes every single week dude that shit was crazy #if anyone is here and remembers the ol syrup discourse of genshinblr 21 teheee #it was such a cute community though. loved it to bits and i love it to bits #genshinblr 22-24 is great but idk i feel like once the pandemic kind of settled down there was that detachment #maybe i miss being chronically online and not having to deal with anything HJAAJHJHEJHA #2021 was the year before my national exams and i remember attending online lectures and studying with my friends and idk i rmb so much ac #AHH AND ALSO dalgona and bbt at home omg #and everyone started learning guitar.. #im going insane over this HJAJEJHJAEHAHJEHJEA to q k a a k c e s t j g b l y p s l t you know who u are #im grateful every day that you guys are still here and thriving #and i love u all sm hehe #― ying talks. #thoughts over AHAHAHA ty for dealing with me

[plant-ago]

Sitting out around the campfire on a late summer evening, singing old songs

@worldsbeyondpod

#I really couldn't decide whether to post this #this recording was not like technically good and I rarely share my singing #but something about WWW just really makes me want to try to put my own creativity into it #as a thank you for how good of a story it is? #the vibes of the night when I recorded this were immaculate #so I hope that translates #worlds beyond number #WWW #the wizard the witch and the wild one #rain road #what a beautiful song #I was heartened by Taylor saying that he wanted the recording to not sound like a professional choir because it's a folk song #here are some truly rustic vibes for you sir #crickets tunes #brennan lee mulligan #aabria iyengar #erika ishii #lou wilson

[toastedbread-andbutter]

I'm going to say it. I'm going. To say it. saying It. Going.

Pilot alastor is better than series alastor and it's kinda a letdown to see the show poorly handle his immense power because we're not really seeing it in action?? Like?? The pilot didn't even wait and we watched as he tore Sir Pentious with only the flick of a wrist. But here he is so much more docile and just "OOO I can do it but I won't" like it's only subtle teases but no actual example. I don't dislike that he has a deal or something that is currently restraining his power, I think that's an interesting subplot. But I really wish we were able to see a shard of his full potential before his "wings were clipped", so we could at least see what it is everyone feared

#i also miss the radio sound effects and more 1920s vibes he gave in the pilot. here he is using modern slang 💀 #also SUCH a disappointment they make him casually curse. it really made him stand out from the others and truly captured his 1920s origins #but now hes just like everyone else. like it's understandable during the season finale but casually?? feels so ooc #hazbin hotel #alastor #ranting

[wiseatom]

anyway you can literally pry mike and will sw*ftie agenda from my cold, lifeless hands

#no hate to anyone not agreeing #however when has WILL CANONICALLY ever EVER showed to be pretentious with music #when has will EVER displayed the same music snob personality as jonathan #like canonically. really. point out a SINGLE time. #he of course loves the music bonding w jonathan and he loves the songs jonathan shows him but like genuinely. really and truly #i am asking you to point out anything about will's character that would indicate in any way he would be pretentious about music. #will's CANON traits repeated over and over are that he is sensitive and emotional and not like other boys #and that is not in the 'i want to be different' way like it is for jonathan. will canonically does not feel Better for being Different. #he just Is. #so like i absolutely one thousand percent believe he'd identify w her music that is sensitive and romantic and whimsical and tells stories #bc those are all things will either is or values. hello lol #and mike lmfao. mike literally tries to be like everyone else. if taylor is popular he's gonna listen and then the absolute bops are gonna #make him stick around. he'd definitely be a closet sw*ftie during rep era to go along w the crowd but he'd come back #also hold on let me circle back to the will point. even if he were pretentious u can't sit here and tell me taylor is not an incredible #songwriter who consistently puts out sonically cohesive albums (for the most part) and is able to nail almost any genre #even if he was Super Pretentious about music -- which to be clear he Would Not Be -- he would admire her for the artist she is #even if it wasn't his vibe. ANYWAY. BACK TO MIKE AKA I WILL LISTEN TO ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS IS COOL #he definitely has Opinions (calling should i stay or should i go Weird) but like. come on. his entire s3/4 arc is abt Desperately trying to #Conform. he'd listen to taylor lol. i just think he'd actually still like her for some of the same reasons as will #bc he also values story telling and then also probably just wordplay. #i'm so sorry to rant about this like i simply know it is not that deep but ALSO. Y'ALL LMFAO. the way that i'm seeing this opinion shared #'this isn't hating!' *is a hater* #<- also exactly what i'm doing but like PLEASSEEE #WILL =/= JONATHAN #AND LIKE MIKE IS EMBARRASSING. THT'S WHY WE LOVE HIM. HE'D ABSOLUTELY BLAST N BOP TO TAYLOR LOL #IDC IDC!!!!!! (CARES SO MUCH) THIS IS THE HILL I WILL DIE ON!!!!!!!!

[randomjreader]

Are threezo completely over the top? Yes. Would I absolutely hate them if I met them irl? Oh definitely. Am I completely invested in them in a boss and a babe? Unquestionably, 100%, I need so much more of them on my screen asap.

#sometimes we just need to see a fluffy no plot side couple to fill the empty void #they truly are no plot just vibes #no angst at all just the comedic side couple that are absolutely gone on each other in pure puppy love #they're very unrealistic in that way yes but do i care? no not really #the angst and sad realities that are talked about in the show needs to be balanced out #so gmmtv gave us the most digustingly adorable couple #and im so here for them #they're not gonna be everyone's cup of tea and thats ok #the key is really to just embrace the exaggeration of them #i swear you'll enjoy the show so much more #a boss and a babe #abaab #threezo #fluke pusit #ohm thiphakorn #flukeohm #forcebook #force jiratchapong #book kasidet

[slowips]

i was struggling so hard to write something, and in the midst of my most stressful period, i not only figured out the plot for a story i've rewritten 5 times, but i also wrote 4k words.

#with irony. #m/2024/005 #/ #don't ask me how long it took to write those 4k words. i am not very proud of myself right now... #i should really heed to my 'hiatus' but here i am hoping i can publish something once it's read through by my friend #ok wait to be fair this is for the [redacted] drought and so i feel timing matters bc one reason i wrote this was bc i kept thinking #friend will love to have a fic of [redacted] we are truly in a drought right now asdfsds #anyways i think i can talk briefly about how it morphed... and how certain themes subconsciously stayed. i had very little plan for this fi #i jut wrote based on vibes. playing [redacted]'s handout really helps a lot

[homiro]

Hello, just dropped by to say I loved Use Your Words and Everything Will be Alright...!👍👍👏Hope this is not too weird/out of the blue

It's not weird at all, don't worry! That's why I left that option open despite all the negativity and insults I got hurled at because my tags were messy and wrong (according to their definition of wrong). So it really means a lot to get some positivity. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to come over here to say something kind. I didn't think anyone would bother, but here you are and I'm glad to stand here corrected :') All the best x

#homiro said some shit #homiro replies #about my fanfic #hangster #decadentworld #thanks again truly #these words feel sort of empty of meaning because they're said so often but it really does mean a lot #because before I opted to just lock the comments I wanted to delete the entire thing but decided against it #guess i'm kind of stubborn #as much as i'm angry immature and bad ND rep (because apparently existing as an ND person means you have to represent something lol) #and im stopping here because well fandoms all the same #this one was just the most toxic and bizarre i've ever encountered maybe that's why i whimsically decided to host an event #see what happens lmao #i'm a bit of maverick myself #ANYWAY sorry about the rambly tags im always like this when im not just vibing and reblogging and shit

[eclipsewxtch]

a trope i absolutely love is a really good “where did they go”/runaway trope. i love that shit. i go FERAL for it. runaway/missing persons/whodunit but the person in question’s body HASNT BEEN FOUND??? i eat it up. allison from pll; sadie from sadie (courtney summers); lucy gray baird (tbosas); the list is ENDLESS!

‘she’s missing?’ someone asks.

‘he’s never been found.” your teacher says solemnly, head bowed.

they left that one sunny afternoon, before the clock struck twelve, and haven’t been home since.

one day, zir was just gone. and zir was here, once. that memory is there—faded like an old photograph, like the indents of your nails in your palm. Zir had been here, it says. but time passes, and those little truths suddenly aren’t truths at all.

i love that shit. i love that opening—it’s a day like any other, or maybe it’s not (maybe the earth swallowed you whole before you even woke up and you know you know before your eyes even open) and this person (they loved you; you knew them; you hated them; you love them; when did you meet?; that face…; did you even know them, who was that?) is gone. it may be a mystery to a small town, or a simple statistic in a big city, or a person you never even met, or someone you tried to, or wish you knew more, or loved like your own family.

they’re gone. but are they dead? you hear whispers wherever you go, like a haunting melody, or a rickety creek of a staircase, or a broken pipe that wind and water can’t help but come through. it’s present; but time moves on; and you listen.

“strange, isn’t it—how someone can leave so suddenly.” was it sudden? was it?

what did you really know about them? is it an open-shut case? is something darker at play?

really, all you want to know is: what the hell happened to—

but you won’t know. it’s not a mystery you’d solve easily, maybe not one you’d solve at all. it is not YOUR story.

…but maybe it could be.

#i eat this shit up #this is my roman empire #i truly do love these kinds of books so recs would be phenomenal #i need them so bad i truly do #a good mystery??? always in style #i’ve written so many au’s or short stories like these because THEYRE SO GOOD #i’m sorry this is mostly a ramble but i really really do love these things i just wanted to ask for book recs #okay okay i’m shutting up IM SHUTTING UP #can’t catch me now by olivia rodrigo perfectly encapsulated this feeling i held #as well as the night we met but as the opposite person’ perspective if that makes sense? #i HAVE A PLAYLIST HOLD ON #you are the ghost that haunts me at night and i am the lover the liar the one left scorned #haunt me forever but don’t stop doing it is the vibes here

[polaraffect]

i need professors to start including their late work policies in syllabi again. i'm trying to make strategic decisions here

#damien.txt #i have an essay due in 4 hours that i have not started. and i did not sleep at all last night #so. at what point do i cut my losses and turn this essay in late. like.... god the concept of trying to write it rn makes me wanna die #but also i probably should right. also bc i have literally 0 idea of what this professor's late policy is #so like..... i'm fucked if he's one of those 'no late work whatsoever' people #and ngl. it's not out of the realm of possibility. he's nice but he also gives 'please send the obituary' when a family member dies vibes #what i really should be doing is trying to write it instead of making this post but like truly i have 0 brain cells right now #i haven't even done any prep work for doing this essay 'like deciding what to right about / choosing quotes #you know what the worst part is? the reason i didn't sleep last night. was because i was anxious about this essay. #i kept trying to tell myself to do it. but i just couldn't make myself do it. and now. here we are #......i really need to get tested for adhd lmaooo #edit: just noticed i wrote 'right' instead of 'write'. brain unintentionally deciding to demonstrate how tired i am lol

[walkinginland]

have realized that the reason i’ve been so stuck on this tsoa ficlet is that there’s nothing else to say in it sO no promises but i’ll probably get it wrapped up sooner than later 😂🙃

#textin #started it had a breakdown etc etc #also i know i say 'no plot just vibes' with everything i write #but this is really no plot and idk if there's even vibes at this point lmao #we're really out here just rambling about time and hand holding #but truly nothing happens in this thing so. here we are.

[tbh-entp]

in the final season of this love story with INFJ... 

See below the link if you want my musings.

I think I’ve come to terms with love is not all you need in a relationship! At least for me, there is an aspect of choice and what you’ll accept from someone... which it seems like I’ve always known but hadn’t put it to words until very recently.

INFJ and I went out quite a lot in the past couple of months but it was very ‘situationship’ given that I knew he was coming out of a relationship and wanted to leave the country for a short time. I helped him with his application letters and read thru his letters of rec and when this man finally asked me if we should try again. I was like sir, u tryna leave the country right?

It’s just amazing to me that I really feel that I love him and want to help him but at the same time, I’ve said no to him maybe three or four times since 2020--not including deflecting certain advances. So maybe I wasn’t letting my emotional conscious deal with the fact that my rational conscious did not want him. Also, we hooked up a month or two ago and I was lying there thinking oh wait... I didn’t feel anything? Or maybe it felt like an end. 

So ya! I think I was extrapolating romantic feelings that I had in the beginning of our relationship that had turned platonic. Also I very much know, and knew in 2020, that other than some sexy dramatics, he doesn’t offer me what I want. I think he wants me because he’s lonely. I also don’t really think that he knows what he wants and is chasing something. Meanwhile, I want a best friend and a partner. I also want some kids :). 

I recently met someone kind of great, an ENFJ, who I think was written by a woman (I’ll post abt this fabulous man later maybe idk but this helps me think?), and we’ve been dating for the past month. I broke the news to INFJ, who took it a little hard, and who apparently thought something was going to happen even though he’s moving to East Asia (bruh). I’m very pleased for the progress in any case <3, I’m very happy where I am these days, and I hope INFJ finds what he’s looking for!

#this was only about infj because i hate having the story still like... open and unfinished on here #the will they won't they vibe is kinda overplayed #when the real question is should they #also i recognize that me moving to another city where I don't speak the language... and him moving at the same time nearby had me holdin on #because i had no other friends #when truly we needed either distance #or cognizant recognition that loneliness does not equate truly wanting someone #i'm very thankful to him for his friendship when i was lonely #in this season and when I moved to Germany alone during lockdown #he's helped me so so much over the years #at the same time though #i'd told him we shouldn't date when I moved to Germany and i was going through the same thought process: #we're not meant to be romantic partners #and i think this can get confused when you generally like someone and are attracted to them #but the act is made out of loneliness or worry of dying alone #i felt then and have felt recently that maybe he was my only chance but going for him always lowkey felt like settling #in terms of treatment (he isn't the very best in this regard #and this should be vERY important in choosing a partner) #also i now do not believe that there is only one person for someone and this is the thought that i really think was holding me back #i now believe we can love many and we can choose who loves us back the best #we can choose what we accept for ourselves and choose to look with an open heart for something more suiting or better #<3 #personal

[blackmoldmp3]

like it sincerely has made me Worse. it has made me worse. ive also been depressed for 2.5 solid years which may have something to do w it

#really adn truly its bc i started following blogs for specific spn content instead of an extensive vibe check #vibe rumination.. which has exposed me to soooo many opinions i loathe irrationally during a time where my skin is SO thin #ive been here for 13 years and i follow like 300 something blogs most of which have been inactive for years #i introduced too many new variables dude i threw off the balance!!!!

[princeoftenderness]

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#i find it really funny that I have been reading so much sandman hurt/comfort fic #to the point i nearly ran out of dreamling with tags i’m interested in #so i was like ‘now is a great time to try watching hannibal (looking away for gory parts)’ #and i did watch it and have ended up loving the emotional core of the show - the hannigram vibes are so emotionally compelling #and bonus - now i can read hannigram fanfic and understand it without getting confused lol #and then OFMD finally got released here in the uk #so I finally got to see season 1 #and truly blackbonnet watered my crops etc #so within the span of a couple of months i went from not having any big fandom ships #to suddenly having 3 wonderfully queer ones with such beautifully creative fandoms with such rich emotional depth #and i’ve got a lot of very stressful health stuff gojng on #so like whats better than escapism? 3 escapisms #no regrets and thank u so much to fanfic writers and fanartists - you’re all MVPs #random rambles in tags

[llycaons]

im both marie prattling on about something and skyler telling marie shut up shut UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! and then breaking down sobbing

#truly. they captured a specific sisterly vibe here #the 'please don't speak to me like that' really grabbed me bc I remember my sister saying that to my mom so vividly #and nobody else. nobody else I have ever seen irl says it like that #man poor skyler. ww needs to get out of her life pronto #brba lb