Hi there! I didn't know you had a tumblr. I've been reading most of your lu fics for the last couple of months. Love how you write Twilight and Warriors. They're such brothers the way you write them. I genuinely don't know how you write so much in such a short amount of time, but I've been enjoying it!
Thank you for reading!! it brings me so much joy to share my work <3 i love writing them so so much XD i really thought when i first started writing lu fic that i would focus on twi & wild or twi & time a lot more but twi & warriors have stolen my heart
the tumblr is new as i am a Dedicated Lurker so bare with me as i figure out this god forsaken website beyond likes/reblogs.
i have a bad habit of hobby fixating XD so this has been nearly all my free time outside of Responsibilities bc im having so much fun with it! seeing lovely people like you in the fandom and having people interact with my work is just *chefs kiss*. i am a glutton for praise <3
ive been writing creatively since i was 8 or so and over time have gotten into the habit of editing myself in real time. i call it the Fucking Send It philosophy (usually) bc I know if it hesitate that i'll never be content with my work
i also save time by refusing to plot/outline anything :D i do not recommend this as i am usually along for the ride as much as the reader or working off a vague mental sketch
ty so much for the ask bestie!! made my day <3
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Hell yeah, welcome to the "bad cold" club! As a member of this club you will get a fun-sized pack of tissues and a desire to stay huddled under all your blankies.
thanks! i fucking hate this club! :D
ive been struggling to breathe for days and a shitty headache and its cold and and— *sobs*
but hope you get better soon honey. for now tho, be the burrito blanket
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Uhhh so like I really really love the idea of full shift wolves, so here's how I imagine the Hale pack den would look like when they are in full shift!!
OK, first off, it would definitely be in like a cool groove(?) That has little hole tunnels that lead to the main house!! I can imagine little secret doors in the house that lead to the den so that the pack has access to it anytime, I can also imagine that it looks wild on the outside but very comfy and has blankets, pillows and maybe some mattresses inside! I can also definitely see Jackson just cuddling up with Lydia (or Ethan for my Jethan shippers!!) On one of the mattresses after a long run lol, I can also see Stiles play fighting with Scott (that ends up with a pillow being ripped), I can also imagine a hidden room in the den where it's for Stiles and Derek like just for them but I can imagine them not really using it because puppy piles :3
(Did this while listening to wolves of the revolution, and here's photos that inspired me!!)
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Hey idk who needs to hear this, But gentle reminder that you ARE NOT “failing” the people you care about because you’re having a hard time taking care of yourself <3
It’s OK that your chronic pain is making it hard to shower
It’s OK that your depression is making it hard to clean your house
It’s OK that your dissociation is making it hard to interact with people
The people who matter will not stop loving you because you’re having a hard time loving yourself.
And remember, In two weeks you will have different problems.
And remember, they may be easier to solve <3
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The Choices That Make Us, Part 1
This is a first for me- these are small, silly drabbles I write in my Google notes. Meant more to be a character study of Cedric, and how I interpret his thought process, his emotional/mental state, and the choices he makes to cope with it all. However, that being said, I do see these events as possibly happening in canon. Sorry but not sorry for writing such a heartbreaking drabble.
TRIGGER WARNINGS LISTED:
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, SUICIDAL IDEATION AND ALLUDING TO THE ACT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
He felt a tear drip down his nose, the tearsrop hovering on the tip of it, as if contemplating whether it should fall off the ledge or not.
Just like I'm doing right now, Cedric mused.
Another tear falls down the same track as the previous one he shed, finally pushing that initial drop over the edge.
It fell.
He watches that tiny drop fall from his sight, probably landing somewhere on the paved, cold stone that lay at the end of such a drop.
Inconsequential. Unnoticed. Gone, in an instant with no witnesses except for himself.
By the time the guards or whoever the hell would stumble on his corpse, it wouldn't matter to Cedric. He would be long gone by then, and it wouldn't be his problem anymore, it would be someone else's.
But that's just the irony, isn't it? Even in killing himself, a mess would be made in his wake, and Roland would be right- it is Cedric who's to blame for it.
The bastard probably wouldn't even think to consider suicide- I'm sure they'd all think I'm a bumbling fool who fell out of his tower.
Cedric tried to laugh at his own cruel joke, but all that came out was a sob instead.
Even in death, he wouldn't know peace, would he?
No, no of course not. Because then his death would only burden those around him further. If he dies now, if he crosses this line, if he steps over this balcony tonight and his body crashed into the pavement like his tears, wet and splattered and broken then it will only cement his legacy as a complete and utter fuck up.
"This can't be it."
Cedric declared to no one, aloud. Although, with his shaking voice and white knuckled grip on the metal bars of his balcony, it felt more like a plea- to God, to himself, to the stars above, he didn't know- he wasn't sure what to believe in anymore.
"I won't survive this if it is."
Cedric's body sagged over the railing, his vision blurring with tears, the same way his vision would blur if he lefts himself lean any goddamn farther over this stupid balcony. His confession feels like an admittance of defeat, of anguish and despair, of all the things he cannot say to any soul in this castle and certainly not under the light of day.
Cedric thinks about tomorrow, forcing himself to get up once again even though his body feels as heavy and lifeless as a corpse these days. He's about as pale and skinny as one, too.
People haven't commented on the deepening bags under his eyes, or the frown lines hardening into trenches across his mouth and forehead. But he's seen, felt the looks of pity and disgust from passerby.
Like looking at a dying dog laying in an alleyway.
But even as they witness it, not one person reaches out. Those that do seem more predatory in their questions, like he has some big hidden secret beneath his haunted look and trembling hands.
In a way, he does. But it's not magic- it's a curse. It's decomposition. It's a vile, ugly beast that begs to be put out of its misery.
He doesn't know how long he can avoid it, or keep putting off his inevitable demise. But as each day passes, Cedric leans a little father out from the balcony.
Waiting to fall.
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is dan okay?????
i don't know.
but what i do know is dan has a great support system, and has methods of taking care of his mental health, and i don't think he would film/edit/tweet a video to his vulnerable fans if he was in immediate danger.
that said, something is clearly wrong and i hope that he's alright. whether something happened or he's having a tough night, it seems like he just needs that little bit of extra hope rn and im glad we're able to help with that even a little. he knows we all care about him very much, and these happy videos are probs much appreciated.
i also think its important for us as fans to take care of ourselves too, talk to your support system, do/watch/read/etc. things that make you happy and hopeful, and if you need to talk to someone, here's a list of crisis lines around the world. i love you all and dan and phil very much, and i promise everything is gonna be alright 💛
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