#things have just kinda been hectic because of the school year starting

[moonswolfie]

the way i sCREAMED

I slapped my poor bed full force😭

I'm not sure how to get them tho, which is a sad moment

You can see their chibi forms in game tho through little icons and playing the event and they're so CUTE AHSJKADGAHD

#˗ˏˋ ★ ꕤ 「Wolfie’s posts」 ꕤ ★ ˎˊ˗ #this is the last non-fic post i swear😭 #things have just kinda been hectic because of the school year starting #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #inarizaki #haikyuu!!: touch the dream #osamu miya #miya osamu #miya atsumu #kita shinsuke #kita haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #miya twins #atsumu miya

[bcofl0ve]

Could you write an Austin imagine with the prompt “It’s okay to cry”?

Never Grow Up

ship: austin butler x fem!reader!

word count: 650

You'd excepted you and your daughter to shed some tears on her first day of kindergarten, and not that you didn't think Austin wouldn't be emotional. You just didn't think he'd be more bent out of shape than the both of you combined. He managed to get a enough time off of filming Dune to fly home for the big day and surprise Cecilia the night before, a double sided coin in that she was so excited about daddy being home that she barely slept.

"I see the school!" She shouted as you got closer, pointing a finger out the window towards the building. When Austin followed her gaze you saw him swallow thickly before he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

"You excited baby?" He said, and she grinned. "I'm so excited."

After an obscenely long traffic jam into the parking lot you pulled in and figured out where you needed to go for check in. The teacher you'd met just a few days ago waved when she saw you, smile widening when she saw Austin.

"I don't think we've had the chance to talk yet Mr. Butler, I'm Keeley," She said warmly and shook his hand that wasn't holding the five year olds. "Do you remember where your desk is Cecilia?"

She stood on her tiptoes to look around before spotting it and dragging Austin over, talking animatedly about making the name tag affixed to it that she'd made at open house. You hung back to let them have a moment, especially with how much he'd missed recently what with being out of the country.

But when it appeared to be the time for parents to start shuffling out you crouched down on her opposite side, running a hand over the braids you'd put in her hair earlier that morning.

"We have to go now, but you're gonna have so much fun and we'll see you later, okay?" You said, starting to feel a little emotional but Cecilia only gave a confident nod, twirling a crayon that she'd picked up between her fingers.

"'Kay momma."

You stood up and Austin didn't join you immediately, hanging back for a second to kiss the side of Cecilia's head, eyes watery. "Daddy loves you CeCe, you know that?"

"Uh-huh, cuz' you tell me all of the time." She said matter-o-factly with a giggle and after another two exchanges of that sentiment Austin got up off the ground to follow you out. And as you left, you noticed the two of you were the last parents to do so.

He was quiet when you got back into the car, save for the little sniffle you heard escape as he put his seatbelt on.

“It’s okay to cry,” You said softly and reached across the console for his hand. He took it and squeezed, the tears that had been building behind his eyes starting to leak out.

“She’s just’s, she’s littler than all of them. Maybe we should’ve held her back a year.”

“Because she’s short?” You joked and that got a laugh out of him as he swiped at his eyes. “She’s gonna be okay Austin.”

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he chewed on his bottom lip for a beat before he spoke.

“I kinda want another one.”

“Another baby?”

Admittedly the idea had crossed your mind a few times, but then things had gotten so hectic between Elvis and Dune that you hadn’t found time to give it much serious thought. Until now, sitting in the parking lot of your daughters elementary school after watching your husband about near breakdown taking her to kindergarten. That certainly had a way of waking up the previously dormant baby fever.

“I know I gotta go back to Budapest, then Ohio, so I’m not sayin’ right this second,” He started and you put a hand on his bouncing knee to get him to look at you. "How about, we revisit this when Bikeriders is about done.”

You almost laughed at how wide his eyes got, his mouth hanging open for a second before he found his words.

“You mean that?” He said, the attempt he seemed to make to control his excitement not doing much. When you gave a soft "Yeah," his excitement only grew, and he almost looked a little scatterbrained as he shuffled around trying to find where he'd put the keys.

When he put a hand on your headrest to turn and look out the back window as he reversed he glanced at you, lips tugged into a giddy smile.

"Shouldn't have put that idea in my head Y/N, it's makin' me wanna go home and knock you up right now." He said with a laugh.

"Mm, patience daddy." You quipped, bringing your hand back to a little above his knee. Austin's Adam’s apple bobbed as he drove, and you had a feeling waiting for Bikeriders to wrap might not work out after all.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler headcanons #austin butler imagine #austin butler imagines

[delfiore]

only make you cry

pairing: florence pugh x fem!reader

synopsis: flo isn’t ready to be in a new relationship after her last one ended by means of public scrutiny.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hello. um, ik it’s been a while, but school and work has just been so hectic that i barely even have time to rest. i was also dealing with some things too, but alas am back. i hope y’all haven’t forgotten abt me and i’m hoping to get back into writing again soon because it’s fun and not because it’s sth i have to do. so ya, enjoy this angsty, kinda smutty but not rly fic i whipped out :3

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She remained untouched.

By the responsibilities she had to bare as a price of only doing what she loved to do.

By the lousiness of the world waiting to gouge out any imperfections so that it may discredit her just for the sake of it.

By the mask-like cynicism she had come to develop just to survive and not get swallowed whole.

She remained untouched by you.

Yet, the desire to reach out and touch her, despite her serene appearance—face pressed into the pillow, eyes comfortably shut, lips slightly parted—was beyond any reasoning that you could muster. You simply desired her, to touch her, to feel her, the way you did merely hours before.

The sky was beginning to brighten, signaling another day. You didn’t want to leave, you only wanted to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, and tell her that you were here to stay. But you knew you couldn’t.

She stirred, finally. Florence was a quiet waker, with a sharp inhale and a purse of her lips, eyelids slowly peeling open to reveal two emerald gems, that usually start out more hazel and golden in the morning. You gave her a small smile. “Good morning”.

“What time is it?” She asked.

You hummed, reaching back toward the stand for your phone. “8:37”, you had checked ten minutes prior too.

You watched her as she willed herself to rouse, hunching over the side of the bed, like she was putting the weight of the world she left by the bed back on her shoulders. You reached over, and brushed her spine with the back of your hand. You thought you felt a split second in which she found comfort in it, but it was gone too soon when she stood up and headed for the bathroom.

You always observed Florence. You liked to admire the person that she was, watching this phenomenon of a human being do the most mundane tasks, like cooking an omelette or watering a plant. It made you feel special, being able to be in her presence made you feel phenomenal. She tended to have that effect on people, not just you. You were just lucky you got to witness it behind closed doors.

“Could you feed Billie, please?” You loved when she included you in her routines. You would give her a kiss on her jaw and a gentle caress of her hips in gratitude in passing her.

Sometimes when you’re lucky, like now, she would grab you, and kiss you deep with a sigh, her eyes lustful and sultry when they gaze into yours after.

It started a few weeks prior, the sex, and the mingling, months earlier than that. It was at an after-party you were expected to attend, that Flo also happen to be there. There was a certain glow to her, something that made her seem more mature than the last time you saw her whilst shooting Black Widow. The short brunette hair, the nose ring, it was different, but it all suited her.

“Y/N?! Christ, is that you?!”

You started hanging out again, just like you did whilst shooting the movie and a little while after that before your respective schedules pulled you apart. It was as if no time had passed.

She cooked for you the way she did, a drink on the side and occasionally dancing to music that hyped her up. Then one day, she confided in you. She told you that she and her boyfriend had broken up.

“It was a few months ago,” she said with a sad smile, “the pressure just got too much. We’re friends, though.”

“I’m sorry.” Were you an asshole for leaping on the inside? You couldn’t tell her how you felt three years ago because she was already in a relationship, especially when Zach was a good man, and she was happy too.

Then one night, she kissed you.

It was after a bottle of wine (or two), and you both were on her couch. You felt bold, and your hand ended up over her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. Her laughter had died down, only breathy giggles now from her plump lips, her intense gaze lighting fires in the pit of your stomach. And before long, she was straddling you and desperately attempting to pull your shirt off.

“I’m going on a trip next week with some mates,” she told you, tickling the back of your neck with her arms resting around it, “come with me?”

You could never say no to her, never when she holds you like this. But alas, you were just messing around.

Ibiza was a nice change of pace from the bustling city; it was sunshine and blue sky as far as you could see during the day, then parties and drinks until the early hours in the morning.

You liked that she knew when to have fun, but not too much to let herself go. She always seemed in control. Her friends were welcoming of you, but you weren’t free of the teasing comments.

“She seems lovely,” one of her friends said, once you had left to the bar. You’d just make out what she said. “Where’d you find her?”

“We met on-set,” Flo answered.

“Good for you, mate. She’s always following you around like a lost puppy, it’s cute.”

A small laugh erupted from Florence’s chest, and you felt something churn in your stomach. You took the drinks from the bartender with a small ‘thank you’, and returned to the group.

You handed Olive her drink, then Flo hers before kissing her cheek. “Your dry martini.”

It was only after you had come back from another party that night, that you thought about it again.

“You okay?” She mumbled, peppering kisses on your bare shoulder, her hand roaming your body.

The thing was, you didn’t mind being her lost puppy. You were too devoted to care.

The media was started to catch up. Pictures of her and you during your sun-soaked holiday started to make headlines, at first because two Marvel stars were seen vacationing together. But then fans began to speculate when more handsy pictures began to surface (a failed attempt by your publicist to keep things quiet), and you suddenly felt the pressure. It was in particular the pictures of you and her splashing each other in the water that did it.

“People need to get a job, christ,” you sat by the island scrolling through Twitter on the private account you made for the sole purpose of lurking.

Florence let out a small laugh as she chopped a bell pepper in half. “Let them talk, hm? We don’t need to concern ourselves with it.”

“It’s a bit difficult to mind your business when it’s shoved in your face every time you open your phone,” you huffed through your nose, extending your foot toward where Billie had chosen to sit by your side to taunt the pup.

“It’s not like you to care about what people think. What changed?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like people butting into my relationships, that’s all.”

“Well,” she said so casually, “we’re not exclusive or anything, so . . .”

You didn’t know what to say. Billie seemed to have picked up on the awkwardness too, and trotted away to find her bed for a nap.

“Y/N,” she said, but you didn’t look up, “you know we’re just messing about, right?”

“Of course,” you said, shrugging, “it’s what we agreed upon the first time. What? You think I’m in love with you or something?”

“You better not be,” she laughed as you made your laugh over to her side.

“Why not?” You mirrored her laugh, and snaked your arms around her waist.

“‘Cause it’ll complicate everything,” Flo said lowly, “and I don’t like things to be complicated.”

“Alright,” you nodded, taking her chin in your fingers. “Well, I’m not, so.” You pecked her lips.

You didn’t know you could feel the kind of isolation like what you felt when Flo went away. She had gone back to England to be with her family, leaving you all alone in this god-awful town, in Los Angeles, the city of liars and pretenders. You thought you might have become one too.

It was easier said than done, and you thought you could do it. You thought you could be content with just being a fuck, but it was never that easy. You stopped seeing anyone properly ever since you started knowing Flo, and that was three years ago. You knew it was a futile effort to wait, but you waited anyway.

“My nan just gave me this amazing apple pie recipe. I’m gonna make it when I get back,” you let her ramble on FaceTime as you attempted to do work on your laptop.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Your nan’s pie recipe,” you replied, turning towards the camera, “can’t wait to try it.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” your voice was started to growing harsher, “‘s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” she said, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said firmly, “please leave it alone, Flo.”

You didn’t like the way you sounded. You were so harsh to her. A quick glance towards the screen told you she was taken aback by your response, maybe a little hurt too. It was a mistake.

“I have to go, got some work to do,” you sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” Flo said, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You ended the call before you or her could say anything else.

You sunk back into your chair, and finally let the tears flow and you held your face in your palms.

Hours later, you were clutching your phone, staring at the screen showing your messages with her, trying so hard to say something, anything. The silence was brutal, but it was one you caused yourself. You didn’t want to bother her, but you couldn’t stand it any longer.

Please don’t be upset with me, I was an asshole.

I can’t stop thinking about you all the fucking time.

I think I have feelings for you.

Sorry about earlier. Work is stressing me out.

Mere minutes later, you received a photo message as a response. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you opened it to see what it was. “For your troubles ,” it read, and it was a picture of her in her underwear in bed.

You leaned back and exhaled a heavy breath, as your hand slowly crept down your body underneath your pants.

But it wasn’t the same. You needed her with you, under you, above you, close to you. You wanted to hold her as you came, as you have been lately, hoping she would feel the affection in return.

You counted down the days that you would be meeting her in New York. She had to do press there for a couple of days, and you agreed to spend some time with each other before she returned to the UK for more press. Your manager wasn’t happy when you decided to book your own ticket after she had refuses to book you one because it wasn’t for ‘professional purposes’.

The hotel you booked was close to hers, just by accident, but you decided to hire a cab to bring her over anyway. You had been waiting patiently when she knocked on your door at around 10 at night.

“Hi,” you said softly, walking backwards to let her in.

“Hi,” she replied, tugging at the back of your neck and kicking off her boots, “I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, couldn’t stop thinking about you, and this,” you let her explore your body because you had been waiting for her to do so for so long.

You collapsed next to her with a heavy sigh, looking over. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes closed and lips parted, her chest rose up and down. She looked so pure like an angel, but also sinful like the devil. Her eyelids peeled open, and her eyes had turned a deep green when she looked over at you.

She was perfect, and you were enraptured by her in every way.

So you captured her lips in a slow kiss. Low hums bubbled in her throat, as she snaked an arm around your waist.

“I love you,” it came out as the fainted whisper. You froze. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“What?” You breathed out.

“I said I love you,” she repeated, locking you in with kisses along your jaw.

“No,“ you pulled away, shaking your head vehemently, “no, you don’t, Flo. Don’t say shit like that.”

“What the fuck?” Why was she offended? “Y/N?”

“You can’t just say stuff like that without any consequences,” you didn’t mean to snap, but you were pacing around too, “we agreed to just fooling around.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Why are you so pissed about this?”

“Because you’re being unfair!” You exclaimed. “You don’t love me, but I love you, Flo! I love you. And this, all of this is so unfair.”

“Then why did you agree to it?” She frowned.

“Because—“ there was a lump growing in your throat, “because having some of you is better than nothing.”

“God, Y/N,” Flo sat up, and put her hand in her hands, the sheets barely covering her bare chest. “We should have never done this.”

“So you regret it?”

“No, but I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I knew it was so agonizing for you. Like shit, what the hell do you want from me, Y/N?!”

You stood at the foot of the bed, your fists clenching and relaxing. You felt so small. The light from outside the window scarred her face.

“I want you,” you said defeatedly, “I want you to love me the way I love you.”

She looked at you incredulously, “how long have you had feelings for me?”

You looked away. “I don’t know, like ever since we met I felt something. I just never said anything.”

You heard her grumble under her breath. “I-I can’t right now, Y/N. There are things that I still need to work on. It was really hard where I left off with my last relationship.”

“I know,” you took a seat at the edge of the bed, “I’ll wait for you, until you’re ready.”

“I can’t ask you to wait for me.”

“I’ve been waiting for three years,” you smiled sadly, “I can wait a little more.”

You watched her as she wordlessly got up and gathered her clothes to put them back on. You wanted to speak up, but you could only watch like a ghost.

“Thank you, Y/N, for everything you’ve done for me,” she held your hand, and stroked your cheeks tenderly. “I have never taken you for granted, ever. And yes, I do love you.”

She leaned down to kiss your forehead before heading for the door. You felt the tears welling up, but you spoke anyways.

“When you’re ready, you know how to reach me.”

There was a hint of a smile before Florence turned to the door. When it closed, you felt the stillness of the room, void of the rustling of the sheets when she would turn to the side, her quiet hums of a melody she couldn’t get out of her head, the click of her lighter as she goes to light her cigarette. It was you, and your own sounds now, devoid of bliss, devoid of her.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagines #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh x you #florence pugh angst

[horrorslu7]

can you make a gunnar albright smut plz

Helloooo, of course I can! Turned out a bit angsty and very long sooo there's that. Hope you like it, though 🩷🫶🏻

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Summary: You weren't good enough to be Gunnar's partner, but you were good enough for him to call you at 3 am after throwing a party.

Pairing: Gunnar Albright x Fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Toxic relationship.

You met Gunnar when you started going to his prestigious private school like a year ago.

Your parents were rich but they were "new money" rich, obviously to you that didn't matter. Money is money and you must definitely had way more than before.

The people at your school had this general idea that almost everyone seemed to share that you might be like them economically wise but status wise you weren't even close, whatever that meant.

And by most people at your school I mean all of Gunnar's friends. He said he thought the same, and at the beginning he did. He looked at you and saw a rich but most definitely "inferior" girl.

You couldn't give less of a fuck being completely honest, you were too busy trying to adjust to this new world of money and better education to care about what some rich pricks had to say about you. But eventually, it caught up to you.

They weren't mean to you directly most times, but you could hear the laughs when you walked by and heard the whispers they said behind you in class. And let's not forget their disgusted glares directed at you when you walked in any room they were in.

Gunnar didn't have any intention of having a friendship with you, let alone having feelings for you. But you can't help who you fall for.

And you weren't happy about liking him either, but sadly, you did. And if someone ended up the most hurt out of your "relationship," it was most definitely you.

You and Gunnar first interacted directly because of a history assignment. You two had a presentation to make together and sadly had no other choice but to hang out in order to do it properly.

Gunnar invited you to his house, mainly because he didn't want to go to yours, and he ended up quite captivated by your personality. You seemed quite sensitive but also straightforward and quite careless in some aspects.

You were different from his friends and he quite liked it. With time, you two ended up having a bit of a hectic, secret, and mostly painful relationship.

If you could go back to that night, you two went to the bathroom of a party to make out and stop yourself, you would if it meant that now, you wouldn't be feeling sad and insecure.

One thing is knowing that some stupid pretentious rich kids don't like you and would never hang out with you, and another completely different thing is knowing that the boy you sneaked into your room late at night and talked about everything and anything for hours on end didn't want you to be seen with him. He made you question yourself all the time.

Was it really just the status that you lacked? Or did he not want to be seen with you for something else?

Every saturday night was the same, Gunnar would throw a party, he wouldn't invite you and you would find out because one of your friends, you wouldn't go even if you knew about the party and after it ended Gunnar would call you to invite you to his house or ask you if he could go to yours.

And you always told yourself that this time it would be different and it never was. At the beginning you would tell him no and that you're tired but he would insist and tell you how much he wants to see you and how parties don't mean anything if you're not there at the end.

But this time it was really different.

It was currently 3 a.m., and usually, Gunnar's parties wouldn't end this early, but this time it seemed to be different. He has been calling you for thirty minutes now.

It was kinda funny to imagine his face when you didn't pick up and imagine how angrier and preoccupied it got with every call. And also with every text, which weren't just a few.

You have been in your living room watching movies since midnight, when your parents left because of some party a friend from work was throwing. Your phone was next to you on the couch on silence mode. You have grown tired of your ring tone on the 4th call, and vibration mode got tiring in the 7th call.

You had one foot up on the couch and the other hanging, not quite reaching the carpet. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, but your mind was somewhere else.

That was until you saw a light reflect on the shut curtains of your living room along with an engine of a car getting closer to your house and then stopping completely.

You got up thinking it must be your parents, hearing the quite aggressive knocks on the door once you got closer, you opened it being a bit weirded out and upon seeing Gunnar your face completely changed.

"Good to know you're still alive." He said with venom laced on his words when you opened the door. His gaze was quite dark.

"Yeah, well, I don't stop living when I'm not talking to you, much to your disbelief." You said with the same venomous tone.

Seeing Gunnar angry made you have this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you were too mad to think about that.

He rolled his eyes at your words and entered your house, pushing past you. "I was concerned, you know? Why weren't you answering my calls?"

"Why do you think you have the right to enter my house uninvited?" You asked and then hesitantly closed the door.

"When you sneak me in, I'm also not invited, and you don't seem to care." He smiled at you with that little smile he did when he was right and wanted to rub it in your face.

"Yeah, but those times I want to see you, and right now I don't, in case you didn't get the memo." Your eyes full of resentment never left his.

"I know that, I would like to know why if you don't mind."

"Because I'm tired of you being ashamed of me. You think you have all the rights in the world to just use me whenever you want and then pretend you don't know me in front of your friends? I'm done." It felt weird but liberating to finally say that. It has been bottled up for so long that you even got used to not saying it.

His gaze softened, and his eyes went from being full of anger and concern to being full of guilt and regret.

"I'm not ashamed of you, I just don't know how to tell them yet." He went silent for a second. You could see his eyes study you silently as his brain debated on what he was willing to do. "If what you really want is for me to tell them that we're together, then I will."

You scoffed. "And why should that mean something? You always say that Gunnar, and you never tell them."

It was true. The topic has come up on conversations before, and he always said that he would tell his friends about you two, but he never did. He would just participate less and less in the hate his friends would direct your way in conversations.

And you always thought maybe he'll actually come clean, except this time. And he proved you wrong.

His hands went straight to the pocket of his jeans reaching for his phone. Taking it in his hands, he opened the group chat he had with his friends and started typing.

Your expression changed to a puzzled one since you couldn't really see what was on his screen. "What are you doing?" You said in a much calmer tone that before but still with this hint of anger notable.

"What I should've done before." He said, finishing the text and sending it.

After that, he showed you the screen where you could clearly see the name of the group chat and his text, which said that you and him were dating for a while now and he didn't care if they wanted to stop being friends because of that but thought they should know.

"Here, you can see for yourself who's in the group chat." He pressed on his screen, and before he could show you, you kissed him passionately, placing your hands on his face softly.

The kiss caught Gunnar out off guard, but he quickly kissed back and shoved his phone back in his pocket so he could place his hands on your waist. You could taste the trace of liquor on his lips, but you didn't really care. It kind of added to the heat of the moment and turned you on a bit if you were being honest.

Slowly, he started to guide you to the living room. The back of your legs ended up pressed in the corner of the sofa that you were sitting on a few minutes ago. He pushed you softly, making you fall to the sofa, your head ending a few inches away from your phone.

Gunnar looked at it and then took it. "I thought you may have thrown it away." He joked and looked at you with a smirk on his lips before throwing the phone at the coffee table carelessly.

Your eyes kind of popped in surprise. "Hey! Be cautious, I still need that thing." You said, looking at him with a half joking half serious look.

"I can always buy you a new one." He joked cockily before kissing you again.

One of his hands was next to your head on the sofa while the other slowly made its way from caressing your cheek to hugging your neck. Your hands also traveled his body, going from his neck and the back of his head to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

Your skin was way more warm than his, and his cold touch made you shiver slightly as it made his way down your body. He moved his hand from your neck to under your pj's top, caressing your ribs slowly, and then moving to play with the waistband of your shorts.

He played with them for a bit and then looked at you for approval to keep going. You looked at him with pleading eyes and with a breathy voice asked him to please not stop.

So he obeyed. He took off your shorts and then went back to your top, also taking it off.

His familar and very slightly dry lips from the cold left kisses on your chest, and then leaving meaningful hickeys on your chest, clavicle, and neck. He wanted everyone to know someone marked you, and he would make sure they knew that someone was him and no one else.

He lowered himself slowly, leaving behind a trail of kisses from your gorgeous chest, passing your abdomen, and then getting to your hips. His hands circled them quite harshly, probably leaving bruises for tomorrow, the slight pain making you more excited and full of anticipation.

Gunnar ended up kneeling on the floor, his face in between your legs, which he opened slowly after taking off your underwear. His kisses now went from the inside of one of your thighs to the other.

It was quite a sight to see. His hair was messy thanks to your desperate hands, his shirt almost completely unbuttoned, his veiny hands caressing your thighs, and his eyes going from your face to in-between your legs.

He started to accelerate his pace, making you a moaning mess and making you beg for more. The pit of your stomach became tight as your orgasm was closer, and he took advantage of that making his pace slower.

After a few more kisses, when he thought you had enough, he started very slowly circling your clit with his tongue. His fingers slowly entered you, making you moan and throw your head back.

At that moment, you thought you could most definitely forgive him anything. He was the only person who could make you feel that way.

Your moans transformed into groans, and after edging you for a bit, Gunnar decided he had enough for now. And picked up his pace again, making you come harshly moaning his name.

#gunnar albright x reader #gunnar albright #orphan first kill #IM SORRY I LOVE ANGST #I couldn't help myself #inspired highly by why'd you only call me when you're high by arctic monkeys #and a bunch of other songs :D #so proud of this one #best comeback I had ever tbh

[lost-walmartbag]

It's been a minute

Honestly, I take more hiatuses than I do showers at this point. I know it gets annoying I'm really sorry. I know I say that all the time at this point I know some of you aren't expecting another chapter until next year because of my lack of consistency. I wanna fill you guys in.

Why do I keep disappearing?

Life is hard. I don't know if you guys know this but I am in school currently. I'm a college student and I'm double majoring. That basically means double the work. Not only that but I also work. This is my second year of college and is way harder than my last year which if you don't know is when I started posting my stories. I know a lot of other amazing authors on here probably have more hectic schedules than I do and are still posting. I just can't do that. Sometimes I get a 10-page paper assigned and I can't split my time between writing that paper and writing my silly little stories. I wish I could give you guys a heads-up when I won't be posting for a while but realistically that would mean sending out an announcement every week. So yeah, that's why I keep suddenly vanishing.

Where was I this time?

Like I said, life is HARD. Recently I moved. It wasn't a big move but it took a lot out of me and I've been having a few issues with that. Not only that but got a bit of a promotion of sorts and have a lot more work because of it. Also, I love writing. Honestly, I've been doing it since I was a kid. I used to write like my life depended on it. Last year, in April I had this overwhelming urge to write and that's why I even started posting on here to begin with. Fun fact- I've had this blog for 7 years now but didn't start posting until this last year. I didn't have an urge like that in a while. Usually, when I wanted to writ I'd just do it in my notes app which is why when I first started I was pumping out stories left and right, I already had those stories written.

I haven't written ahead in months which is why my post come out so slowly. Recently I've been doing a lot of writing for school and that kinda made me sick of writing. I wasn't going home after writing 10-page essays on history I don't care about then going to work and helping a bunch of other people write essays they don't care about and then coming home and saying 'Ya know what I could really go for?' And that's not to say I don't love writing what I post here. I love my work and I even love the essays I write for school. I LOVE WRITING. I'm not the best at it so I'm really slow when I write just so I can make sure it's good enough to grace ya'lls eyes.

I also have other hobbies. I crochet and I read. I love reading- I know guess what I'm majoring in. And I think reading makes me a better writer, I get ideas, I learn things, I see different writing styles and tips. So I see reading as a necessary part of my writing process. I do it so much I was thinking about making a book review blog but made one post, doubted myself, and deleted the whole thing. I also crochet and I have been for around 2 years now. But I still consider myself a beginner. I'm not that good at it but I like doing it and it's a nice distraction from the world, maybe one day I'll share it with you all.

But yeah life has been crazy lately and sometimes writing my stories makes me go crazy. But that doesn't mean I don't love doing it. I love it and I want to keep doing it.

What's next?

I get a break from school and work in May. So I'll have a lot more time which means more time for writing. Yay! I do want to write more. I miss this. I miss putting stories out there and you guys showing and telling me how much you like it. I say it a lot so it sounds cheesy but it truly means the world to me. That's why I want you guys to comment because I love reading them.

But yeah. I want to keep writing. Also, I AM working on requests. Again I'm slow. I'm sorry. It's gonna take a minute but they will come out. BUT what I wanted to say is that. I made a ko-fi.

My Ko-fi is mostly for you guys to make requests. I think I have it for 5 dollars right now but my work is not worth that so I will be lowering it. If you do make a request there I do promise I will finish your request in a week unless there is a big reason I can't. But you of course don't have to pay me to make your requests. If you make a request on here- for free, you will still get your request done maybe even pretty fast sometimes, it's just gonna take me a bit longer most of the time. I also wanted to do something fun. So if you make a request on Ko-fi, name an animal, When I finish your request I'll also post a picture of the animal you listed and name it after you. It will be a part of my room forever. But of course, you don't have to. I still love you more than words can describe.

Also, I want to do more than SP fics. So I'm starting a new blog where I'm going to be doing Hazbin hotel fics at some point in the future. ( @locally-sourcedapple ) So if you're a fan of HH go follow my new blog and even send in a request if you want!

One more thing

I love you guys. It really means a lot, knowing people are out there who love my work and are even waiting for the next upload actually means more than I can express. I hope you guys stay with me because I wouldn't keep doing this without your support. I hope I cleared some stuff up and are excited for my content moving forward 🩷

#lost walmartbag #kayisanaddict #kay rambles

[yume-x-hanabi]

So, bit of a life update because it's been... almost two months? since I last properly logged here (I had some stuff in the queue, but I think it ran out after a while, woops). Getting a bit personal, so the rest is under cut.

Honestly the main reasons are simply, I'm busy, and exhausted. Not a good combination lol

I haven't had proper relaxing time for me since at least a year and a half. Summer holidays are supposed to be the time when I can finally relax responsibility-free for a month and a half to get over usually hectic second semesters. Except last July my grandma had a fall, and while she's fine, long story short she's now in a nursing home and we spent the whole summer and lots of free time during the following months clearing her house (which was. a mess).

On top of that I'd bought an apartment (yay) in a building that's still under construction, and while that's great because it means I could customize it the way I want, it also meant spending a lot of time going here and there to choose floorings, furniture, and lots appointments (bank, notary...) etc etc. And now that it's in the final stage we're running into issues because the notaries aren't agreeing about some conditions, so the deed signing date recently had to be postponed, which'll leave me very little time to schedule the actual move (I have to be out of my current place by the end of the month). Super stressful. And also busy--spent nearly two days last week playing telephone game with the developer, the notary's office, the bank... and we still haven't solved the issue as of now orz

On top of that, this past school year has been super intense, I took on more admin responsibilities, which, while fun, consume a lot of time and focus, which put me behind on my regular class prep and grading, which just generally added to the mental load. Also I had to take lessons on Saturday mornings for my teaching certificate, which is also something that ate into my time and energy this year.

This all kinda came crashing down on me in early June when I just... kinda shut down for about two weeks. I had 4 super important tasks/projects to do, and for those two weeks I made progress on none of them. I just kinda froze, not knowing where to start, and my focus was allllll over the place, could not keep it on one thing for the life of me (there may or may not be suspicion of adhd at play, I'll have to look into it more and see someone about it, but... no time atm orz)

I managed to pull through in the end (well, one of the things is postponed to August so I have more time to do it thankfully), but I'm completely mentally exhausted. So yeah, I kinda gave up checking tumblr for a while, bc I just didn't have the mental capacity for that.

In happier news Missy is still as silly as ever, my niece is the cutest, I got a baby blahaj yesterday to go with my big one, Dreamcatcher's new mini-album is wonderful, and once everything is solved and I can move in it'll be awesome to live in my own place. Also I went to TwoSetViolin's world tour show in Berlin last week-end and it was awesome :D (might make a separate post about it later)

And now I need to start packing. Gonna be a busy month again 😅

#yume personal

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi Kiko! I'm glad to hear you'll be starting your new job soon! So exciting!!

And thank you for the update on Atlas🥺! I'm happy to see him doing so much better!! (And that picture of him as a kitten??🥺🥺🥺omgg so cutee). Also you mentioned he is part Maine Coon, is he a big boy then? Because I know Maine Coon cats can grow pretty big.

I hope the new year hass been good so far for you! For me its been a bit hectic with university but not too bad so far. I'm also taking driving lessons to hopefully finally get my license in the summer!

And I have another fun random question about Goinko for you. What do you think their icks would be about one another? (I feel like Gojo seriously wouldn't be able to find any because he's just that whipped for Rinko haha)

HELLO. I AM ALSO EXCITED, AND TERRIFIED. It's completely in-office, which I haven't done in years. My old job was hybrid, and my most recent job was fully remote. I have to wear real pants for this new job 😭😭😂

Atlas IS a big boy. He's already bigger than Arli, who is just a domestic shorthair. She's going on... seven(?) years old now, and Atlas is already about three or four pounds heavier than she is at just over a year old. But the vet says he's at a healthy weight! He also looks bigger sometimes because he's SO FLOOFY. SO FUCKING FLOOFY. But he's long, too. Like, very long. But his tail is kinda short. (hehe. i'm a child for laughing at all the euphemisms that can be made 😂)

The new year has been mostly uneventful so far! I've been trying to spend the time before I start my new job relaxing and catching up on some chores I let fall flat because of my extreme depression 🫠

Good luck with this semester of school! And with your driving lessons! If you don't mind my asking, are you in the states or somewhere else? And do you have a specific reason for not getting your license until now? I know the driving age is different in a few countries, but some people also just choose not to get their license if they don't want/need!

As for your Goinko question: What are their 'icks' about each other?

BRUH. I'VE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. I also don't have a super good understanding of what this means... DOES THIS MEAN I'M OLD? 😭 google only kinda helped 🥲

We'll just do Another Level for now, but maybe in the future, I'll do Physical Paradox, too! (when i have a better understanding for what this actually means)

Gojo with Rinko:

Whenever she does something that reminds him of the Zenins too much. I think her sneer is one, oddly enough. Like, her really mean sneer that literally matches Naobito or Naoya perfectly.

When she speaks poorly of herself or tries to run from a situation when they have a disagreement. As their relationship develops now that they're together, I can see her avoidant personality really bothering him.

Little ones I think could include silly things like how much detergent she uses when washing clothes, how she hangs her shirts in the closet once they've moved in together completely... I'll probably think of more as time goes on?? maybe??

Rinko with Gojo:

him drinking is for sure one. but idk if that counts?

when he refused to take teaching seriously

when/if he keeps up the facade of overconfidence when they're alone instead of being honest with her...

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there are definitely more, but I AM STRUGGLING, AND I WANT TO ANSWER THIS INSTEAD OF LETTING IT SIT FOR WEEKS.

but in reality, they're so whipped for each other that most things they can just talk through or get over?? like idk if that matters for icks?? WHAT EVEN IS AN ICK. I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I WILL DO A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IN THE FUTURE ONCE I HAVE A BETTER HANDLE ON IT. IT'S ADDED TO MY LIST OF THINGS TO WRITE 😬

#sweet asks #another level #goinko asks #goinko #gojo and rinko #gojo satoru x original female character

[hankwizard]

Posted an old short story to itch.io! It's about a married woman in pre-revolution France who becomes entrenched in art, obsession, and lesbianism in its rawest form. wrote it originally in 2021! Anyways, I have a lot of thoughts about it and my other writings for the past few years. It's a devlog on the page, but if anyone's interested- click readmore

"WOAH! A PUNKLIZARD POST?!"

Yeah! It's been a while. Things have been hectic since Mosquito Highway- to put it bluntly: school + job = YEEEEOUCH! I had to take some time to figure out myself creatively.

Don't worry, I'm still making things. In fact, I write constantly! But a lot of it... doesn't get posted...? This is due to a multitude of things: most stuff I make is really self-indulgent and weird and experimental, so I tend to keep it to myself... And I have a bad habit of shelving stuff just because I'm not 1000% on it. I realized recently that I wanna start casually posting my writing again- so I'm doing it! A good start, I think, is taking something I shelved a few years ago and throwing it out there.

"Why was this shelved?"

Ok: I have made a discovery... WELL, I figured this out a few years ago, but: TRYING TO MAKE STUFF FOR LIT MAGS IS REALLY STRESSFUL!!!

Oh god, the deadlines- so, Inspirez-Moi was written during a time where I REALLY WANTED TO BE IN A LITMAG/ANTHOLOGY!!! I wanted to make some friggin money, okay? So I'd scour for mag openings and write stuff within the allotted time that fit the theme, hoping to catch some cash. Of course, I got into none, because my heart wasn't in it! Hell, most of these money projects didn't even end up finished (blech). Inspirez-Moi was written for a queer gothic horror anthology... but here's the thing?

I do not read Gothic Horror. 

Yeah, so I basically just watched a bunch of gothic horror films, read some manga, then kinda... Went off the shits writing this? It was grueling. I edited this thing so many times I ended up hating it- my friends (my lovely beta readers <3) got to see me shrivel. So, when it got actually finished (CRAZY?) and rejected (weh, no money!) I just kinda threw it to the side and didn't look at it again.

Until recently! I read through it after... Oh god. Three years?! And realized that although it's not what I usually make, it has value! I did my FINAL REVISION and posted :3 Hopefully, this is the start to more casual posting of stuff that has escaped the clutches of my perfectionism.

Anyways: I have more in the works... Not involving characters from this story (i hate writing historical fiction. I think I did a decent job, but it's so hard!), but with many, many stories/games I wish to post... Some of which being messy! So get excited.

Punklizard out.

PS: Fun fact! I have very distinct memories of writing almost everything in my library... EXCEPT THIS. I DO NOT REMEMBER WRITING MOST OF INSPIREZ-MOI! It's as new to me as it is you.

#short story #itch.io #gothic horror #kinda? i think #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #indie #france

[parkerflix]

-ANNOUNCEMENT PLEASE READ!

Hello! I know that this post is a long time coming, i keep hinting towards it but have yet to actually make it. (yes i am currently writing this at work- anyways). I kinda wanted to be transparent with everyone about everything and have a few things to address. I’ll mkae them bullet points so feel free to ignore the parts you really don’t care about. Okay enough of me rambling.

The layout of the blog

As you can see, the blog looks a little different ? why is that? Well, i’ve kinda decided i was tired of how things looked and i wanted to do something different. I’ve been active on this blog for going onto 3 years, and i’ve changed the layout very little. It’s time to try something new & also try different writing!

Kpop content

With you trying different writing, what does this mean for your kpop content? I will continue to write for kpop and the fandoms i currently write for, but i will not be branching out from those two fandoms. Quite honestly. Kpop writing just doesn’t bring me joy as much as it used to and the engagement i get varies as to what member i post which honestly just doesn’t motivate me. I also don’t get a lot of feedback or engagement currently, and its unmotivating. With this being said, my current fics as of this time ( starstruck & about love) are currently on two different routes. Starstruck is currently in it’s final chapters and im hoping and aiming for a release of all the chapters all at once. I’ll be able to distinguish that at a later date.

About love

About love has been my work for almost 2 years now. I’ve learned a lot about my writing since then, and how to manage plot lines. That being said, about love will be on a permanent hiatus for the foreseeable future. Why is this? Well once again engagement comes into play, along with the fact that where i wanted the story to go and where it was going just wasn’t happening. I am planning on revamping it, making the story more clearer & what i want it to say, and really sticking to it. Hopefully it’ll still be a smau, but for now, until i can plan it all out and really focus on it, it’s going to be on hiatus. I’ll be unlinking it from my nav fairly soon after this post goes up.

Other writing

I want to venture into other fandoms that aren’t kpop and make my side blogs more for reblogs & fic recs, and to be able to write what i want and enjoy my writing. There are fics that i’ve posted within the last year, that have been published for kpop, but when writing them i envisioned with either a different person or a different character. It’s something that i’ve been thinking about for a while, so i’m hoping that it’ll be interesting to those who are only here for kpop writing!

Posting

If you haven’t noticed, my posting schedule has gotten a bit… lacking for a while. I started a new job in june of last year, and it’s been a little hectic at my job. I work anywhere from 30-36 hours a week, and my days currently consist of (mostly) 3 12 hour shifts. I’m also responsible for a lot of things at work, so I keep busy most of the time. When i’m not busy, i’m supposed to be working on work stuff (this is being written with timings in consideration of not getting caught) and so most of my day goes there. My normal schedule i work 5 out of the 6 days we are open, and i’m here 6 hours each day ( there go my nights). Why am i explaining all of this? Well i typically write during the night and with my hectic work schedule also comes my school schedule. Recently i’ve been having trouble even working on school just because work takes up so much of my time. I’ve also had a LOT of personal issues within my life, outside of tumblr & work that has taken up mentally space & my time. I’m trying to get back into the rhythm of things and have a normal posting schedule for the fics that i am tying up, but for the foreseeable future, that will also be a compromise.

TDLR:

the blog will change but i won’t stop writing kpop it’s just not going to be kpop writing on here though, i will be changing my user & updating my links but that takes time so please bare w/ me while i do. about love is on permanent hiatus & updates are slow for everything else. I know this post is long and redundant, and you probably don’t care, but i felt it was better to explain & be honest about my writings. I’m grateful for those who follow me, keep up with my fics, and just support me. Thank you! Okay this was long & i need to do my closing tasks for the night! xxx

#paris talks #important #pls read!

[gogtopia]

hi Jules I just finished reading ur dnf baseball fic and it was really really epic and fun and emotional I enjoyed it a lot I’ve grown up surrounded by baseball and going to mlb games but have never been interested at all either watching or playing like it just wasn’t smth I could get into but ur fic fr just helped a lot w understanding the fundamentals and potential passion and stuff that goes into the sport which I think is really cool I’ve reads lots of sports aus in diff fandoms but this was the first baseball au and I liked it a lot also I lovedddd gnfs characterization ough I need to hug him ok sorry for the random paragraph I loved ur fic a lot ok that’s all love u goodnight :3

ACE THANK YOU SO MUCH <3<3<3 it's a fic that really meant a lot to me to write so i'm glad it could be somewhat meaningful to you too. and the gnf comment specifically means a lot to me bc i loveee how i wrote him in this au specifically

i had a few other plans for that universe that have kinda been derailed by cc drama or whatever including a sapnap centric fic that i started writing already LOL idk if i'll resurrect this project in some capacity and change things around but here's the first scene of that fic since i like it a lot and george is fun in it

Sapnap is quite literally living the dream. If the 11-year-old version of himself could see him now, just ten years later, his jaw would drop to the floor in amazement. Who would’ve thought that the short nerdy kid who they shoved behind the plate because nobody else wanted to don all the equipment every inning would be here now— the starting catcher for a Major League Baseball team?

He hopes all the kids that used to shit on him when he was younger are eating their words every time they turn on ESPN. Realistically, they’re probably just using the fact that they went to school together as a fun fact during company icebreakers, having forgotten about their years in school together entirely.

It’s been three years since he was crowned Rookie of the Year in a hectic season that changed his fucking life but most of the time, he still feels like he’s on top of the world. Last season was probably his best so far and he feels pretty good about this season, even if it’s nearly June and his batting average is barely breaking .260. He can do better and he’s going to. If he really applies himself, he can still break .300.

And, as much as Dream claims he has the yips, he doesn’t. There’s no reason for him to be having any sort of performance anxiety, not when everything has been going so well. He gets to play with his best friends in the fucking world, including George who is like his baseball soulmate and there are little kids in the audience wearing jerseys with his name on the back that genuinely look up to him as an openly bisexual athlete in the MLB.

He plays for them, really. As much as Sapnap loves the game, he also likes that it gives him a chance to be a role model for kids that might feel alone as he did, especially for the queer kids that need to know they have as much of a place in professional sports as everyone else.

In the years since Sapnap and his friends have been out, plenty of other players across the league as well as in other sports have followed in their footsteps. They’ve made a difference, solely by being themselves. It’s kinda epic, as George might say.

Except, of course, when it isn’t.

They’re playing the Yankees because of course it’s the fucking Yankees, which means that the ballpark is fucking packed. They always pull a bigger crowd when they play New York. Something about big cities being connected or something like that.

Even though the Yankees are damn good this year, they’re up 3-0. It’s not a surprise really. Not when George is on the mound, their top starter by far now that he’s really hit his stride in the league. Even if he’s already pitched four innings, he doesn’t seem all that tired and he’s still throwing strikes, so it seems like he’ll have a few more with him.

It’s one of the Yankees outfielders that says it, some tall guy that hits good enough to validate his fucking ego, and he whispers it under his breath, just loud enough for Sapnap to hear.

“Surprised his hand hasn’t given out yet,” he mutters. “Gotta be tired from stroking Dream’s tiny dick all night.”

For a moment, Sapnap glances back to the umpire, who had surely heard what he said since it’s pretty packed around the plate. The ump looks at him with a frown, as if he’s disrespecting his time with the mere act of glancing back over such fucking brazen unsportsmanlike conduct.

Fuck that. Sapnap motions for a time-out and steps back from behind the plate, running toward the mound.

Dream shoots him a questioning look from third base and he waves him off. He can feel his coach glaring at his back, probably confused as to why he’s calling a time-out while George is still on top of his game.

George furrows his eyebrows when he got there, shoving the ball into his glove. “What’s the issue? I thought I was pitching well. One single this inning isn’t enough to take me off the mound.”

“It’s not that,” he tells him, glancing back at the batter for a moment. The asshole is fucking smirking from his place on the plate. “Fuckface over there said something douchey.”

He snorts and lifts his cap for a moment, running his hand through his short hair, which has gone a little curly with sweat. “You don’t need to tattle on annoying batters to me, Sapnap. What am I meant to do about it? I’ll try my best to strike him out, just as I always do.”

“He said your hand must be tired from stroking Dream’s dick all night.”

George’s jaw tenses and his free hand balls up into a fist. It’s definitely not the first time that he’s heard this sort of thing— not even the first time that it’s happened in a game— but usually, it comes from leering fans rather than players who have reputations at stake. “He said that?”

Sapnap nods. “Yeah. And I believe he called it tiny.”

“Well, he’s simply incorrect about that part. I’d bet $100 that Dream is more gifted than him down there, so to speak,” George says with a cursory glance at the guy, making Sapnap wrinkle his nose. He wants to get George pissed off so he’s more motivated to strike this asshole out, not hear about his other best friend’s dick size.

“Just strike him out for me,” Sapnap says, patting him on the back. “And for Dream.”

“Sure.”

George purses his lips and something unreadable crosses his eyes. Sapnap hopes that he didn’t accidentally make him nervous rather than motivated. Confidence is an essential part of George’s success as a pitcher. He doesn’t choke very often but it’s almost always because he gets stuck in his own head.

Sapnap runs back behind the plate and crouches down into that familiar stance, signaling the next pitch to George. A curveball.

Except, George doesn’t pitch a curveball. With fire in his eyes, he sends the ball hurtling directly toward the batter and, when he tries to jump out of the way and dodge it, it slams straight into his back, making him scream out in pain.

“Oops!” George calls out, loud enough for anyone in the infield to hear. “I suppose my hand just got tired or something.”

A medic and the Yankees coach start running onto the field to check on the batter, but he ignores them, stalking toward the mound instead and drawing his hand back. The batter, in his full muscular 6’2” glory, punches George squarely in the face before he has a chance to duck out of the way. George stumbles back and nearly falls to the ground, barely sticking out a hand to catch himself in time as blood drips from his nose, small droplets of crimson littering the dirt on the mound.

“George!” Dream shouts, running toward him from third base. George jumps back up and punches the other player in the jaw before he can reach him. George is generally a pacifist, despite being a shit-stirrer with his friends,  and it takes a lot to piss him off. The fact he threw that pitch in the first place is shocking. But physically fighting somebody? Sapnap has never seen him like this in their three years of friendship.

The runner on first starts to get into a screaming match with Punz and suddenly, Yankees come piling off the bench with gritted teeth and wild eyes, rearing for a fight.

The guy on deck comes for Sapnap and, even though he has a few inches on him in terms of height, Sapnap is the stockier guy. He throws his helmet on the ground so he can see better and tackles the guy to the ground, throwing a punch at him that barely hits the dirt instead of his face.

The Yankees player uses the momentum from the punch to flip them around so he’s on top of him, straddling his waist in a way he might find erotic if it wasn’t some ugly second baseman that sprays a little spit out of his mouth every time he yells, and he throws a punch of his own, which Sapnap is barely able to block with his arm before thrusting his knee up into his gut. He hopes the plastic from his leg guards make it hurt just a little bit more. Now that he’s been roped into an actual fight, his catcher’s gear feels a little bit like armor.

The player winces and falls backward, allowing Sapnap to stagger to his feet. He looks out to the field for a moment to see if they’re winning this brawl.

It’s a fucking frenzy. Half of the players on both teams are throwing punches at somebody and pretty much everyone else is screaming and swearing. Dream is desperately trying to pull George away from his particularly nasty rumble while another Yankees player tries to pick a fight with him at the same time, only to be absently swatted away. There are definitely no winners here right now: just blood and obscenities being hurled all over the place.

Sapnap turns back toward the guy he was fighting just quick enough to see the first hurtling toward his face. He isn’t able to stop it this time and the hit sends a burst of pain flashing through his face as he falls back onto the ground with a puff of dirt rising up around him.

A sickening smile spread’s across the guy’s face and he’s about to reach down to hit him again when the umpire started wildly blowing his whistle and pulls the guy off by the back of his shirt.

Once the rumble simmers down to a mixture of shame and dirty looks, the umpire points toward George and motions for him to get off of the field even though the batter was the one to throw the first punch. The stadium boos him loudly. It isn’t fair that George is getting booted from the game but the guy who threw the first punch still gets to jog over to first.

George is covered in dirt from head to toe as blood drips from his nose and seeps into his black jersey, invisible save for the few droplets that hit the 17 stitched onto his chest. Even though he should be pissed off, he snatches his hat off the ground with a wild grin. George turns toward where he knows a camera is fixed on him and winks, blowing it a kiss as he struts confidently off the field.

What the fuck? Dream mouths to Sapnap as he marches back to third base.

Sapnap waves him off. George’ll explain it to him as soon as he gets back to the dugout anyway, even if that might be a while, judging by the mediocre pitcher that’s being tasked with relieving him.

#the excerpt is likeee 1.8k fair warning #also a little y.ankees slander in here i originally wrote this after a game against them with an annoying fan behind us LMFAO #answered #gnfcatcowboy #ace tag #my fic

[galacticlamps]

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First ship: I genuinely don’t know? And now that I’m realizing I don’t know I’m actually a tiny bit sad about that. I’d started writing things that can only be described as fanfiction long before I was old enough to be online and before we evolved past dial-up in my house & being on the computer became simple enough to not feel like a hassle anyway - which is all just to say that when I did wind up interacting with fannish communities later on, fanfic specifically wasn’t something totally new to me so I never had vivid memories of my first experiences of it. As a kid fanfic was what you basically had to do when you reached the end of any media you’d even somewhat enjoyed and the author rather rudely neglected to go on telling the story infinitely - so I think it must’ve been a while before shipping became a major thing on my radar, and it probably happened gradually. I do distinctly remember finding it a little ironic in high school that so much online/tumblr specific fandom was about shipping, and I was in multiple fandoms and had several ships, but I didn’t have any big passionate (or even non-canon & in need of defending) ships for my main fandom, which was always Doctor Who - though at the time, just nuwho. There, the only things I could be said to ship were pretty straightforward pairings like the Ponds, Doctor/River, Jack/Ianto, etc. - and I’m guessing whatever things I had that counted as ships before I got into fandom were similar to those, just a kind of passing approval of/investment in ships that were already well-established elements of their source material.

Three Ships: well Two/Jamie always (connected to the above tangent, I was involved in fandom for close to a decade before I came across them, but I’d never found cause to use the term otp before then), and at the moment the other ships taking up the next-most space in my brain are probably Ben/Polly and Geordi/Data

Last Song: Ruin by the Amazing Devil (I remember it playing as I drove home last night)

Last Movie: ah see I’m actually quite bad about watching movies/even remembering they exist. There’s a real possibility the most recent one was The Final Frontier, simply because I’ve been doing a long slow chronological trek through Star Trek, and I’m currently in the early 90s so I know I must have watched that one at some point in the last year or so, and more recently than any of the ones that came out before it

Currently Reading: Ok this I’m legitimately embarrassed about, because I’m not normally anywhere near this slow with books at all, and neither of these are bad, boring, or even slow-paced, it’s solely a matter of how horribly hectic & unpredictable my life’s been for the last few months - but I’ve been both near the end of Bare-Arsed Banditti and a couple hundred pages deep into The Two Towers since the end of August (I hate that fact so much but I need to admit it. It’s available information on my Storygraph account anyway it should not be so hard to say)

Currently Consuming: Twining’s Irish Breakfast tea, black. I am often consuming twining’s irish breakfast tea black

Currently Craving: a break - or maybe just routine in general? I’ve been doing a lot of overlapping freelance work lately: short-term projects that don’t last long enough to allow for anything like ‘time off’ & have all the busy-ness of full-time without any of the stability, which kinda feels like the worst of both worlds tbh. 2022 was a rough year for me for that in general, but it got especially bad in the fall & winter and I’m hoping to get a better handle on my own schedule in the next few weeks one way or another, but I’m sorry to anyone I’ve kinda ghosted in the interim

Tagging: @uighean​ @terryfphanatics​ @seismologically-silly​ and anybody else who wants to do it!

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[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Enjoying the warm sunshine at Swan Isle

Out of all the seasons, I feel like winter drags on the most. Maybe that’s why most of us feel sluggish during these months - I mean, I kinda get it. In the dead of winter it gets so cold and dark that sometimes your brain just doesn’t wanna function properly - same for the summer when it gets unbearably hot. Slumps like these happen and sometimes you just gotta pull through.

Luckily I’ve found a way to break through that winter funk - well, actually Dixie did. She has a couple cottages in Swan Isle so she invited us campers and Emilie and her family to spend a week up there. It’s spring so the weather’s been nice and warm, allowing us to enjoy the outdoors after being cooped up inside for so long.

Since it’s off season and the weather’s still a bit cloudy the isle has been quiet, which is good for us. Dixie says she prefers visiting around this time of year as it can get a little hectic in the summer, which makes it hard to go fishing. Ebony lace, verdant jade, and amethyst silk are some of many types of uncommon fish found in these parts. They look more like decor pieces than fish, which adds to the novelty.

Dixie’s had the main cottage for over a decade, having brought it from an old acquaintance, the great-granddaughter of the founder of Haines City in the mainland. She sold the place after her grandson OD’d over there and cut her ties with the city and isle for good.

Dixie says it’s a shame how life turned out for Judie. First she gets stuck in an unhappy marriage with some dud who lacked respect towards anyone who didn’t worship him. Things were going okay after they split and her son became a hot shot lawyer. He found someone just as ambitious and they married, had a son and started their own law firm. But then it all went downhill when they started doing drugs. And if that wasn’t bad enough, they started drugging their kid. Judie thought that by taking in her grandson, away from this dangerous lifestyle, his troubles would be long behind him.

In the end, he was unable to overcome his demons. The press was relentless, partly because the engineer’s ex-wife, a prominent politician who has since fallen from grace, didn’t like the fact that he was dating her daughter. It’s no wonder Judie left - Dixie said the press was needlessly cruel towards her grandson. When she left the city, Judie gave the cottage to Dixie because she didn’t want anyone turning that place into some sort of spectacle.

The second cottage was owned an engineer who often worked overseas so he was rarely with his family. So to make it up for his daughter, he purchased a cottage where they can spend vacations together. He later surprised her with a boat on her fourteenth birthday, which Dixie also inherited when she got the place. That daughter happened to be the one who dated Judie’s grandson.

After the incident with Judie’s grandson, the engineer felt that his wife had gone too far and filed for divorce. He also wanted his daughter to move in with him overseas after she graduated high school. The politician wife didn’t take too well to both. He was supposed to come home for his daughter’s graduation but work got in the way so he couldn’t make it until a couple weeks later. Not too long after, the daughter died suddenly from a brief illness and he too cut his ties with the isle.

Since then, the city has long moved on, as did Judie and the engineer. Dixie says she occasionally keeps in contact with Judie, who she says is doing well. Swan Isle continues to be unaffected by the world outside it, which is probably why it’s served as a retreat for the city folk. The isle used to be more touristy back in the day, not just in the summer, but then things kinda declined when a lot of family businesses retired. Only the tackle and bait shop remain while everything else has been replaced over the past few years.

Dixie, me, Daisy Jane, and the campers are staying in the main cottage and guesthouse. Emilie, her sister Valerie, brother-in-law Maxwell, niece Bonnie - aka Bonbon because she���s a sweetie - and honorary brother Gram are staying in the other cottage.

Valerie is Emilie’s younger half sister from her father’s second marriage. She has another sister, Mackenzie, who was Bonnie’s mother and Maxwell’s ex-wife. Emilie doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents - she said her mother raised her as best she could but wasn’t the maternal type while her father was never really around. She does get along well with her stepmom and sisters, even more so after her father eventually left them too.

From what I’ve heard, Mackenzie was a bit of a wild card. Emilie said it seemed like she was never satisfied, always trying to figure out where she belonged only to wind up with more questions that left her even more confused. In a way, she said she was most like their father, except that she felt things more deeply. After dropping out of college she left home and met Maxwell.

The marriage was said to be a rollercoaster, part of it was likely because they rushed into things too soon. It also didn’t help that Mackenzie was known to be impulsive, which then led to her having a short lived affair out of fear that Maxwell was cheating on her. Just when it seemed like things were looking bleak the couple reconciled when Mackenzie became pregnant. But then it went downhill again when they realized how stressful parenting can be. Eventually Mackenzie couldn’t take it anymore and walked out much to everyone’s surprise. Several months later she committed suicide.

Over the years Emilie and Mackenzie drifted apart to the point they’ve become distant relatives. She had hoped that Mackenzie would come to her senses one day and stopped running as soon as things went south. Even if marriage and parenthood isn’t suited for her, the least she could have done is talk about her problems as well as admit that she wasn’t cut out for it. Instead she chose to avoid her problems, pretending that nothing’s wrong until she can’t lie anymore so she just takes off without thinking.

From how it sounds, I think she was conflicted and insecure, and she was never able to deal with those feelings. We can go on and on about what went wrong but there’s no use trying to pick apart every single thing that goes on. I can’t help but feel bad for Mackenzie as she was unable to overcome her demons. But whether or not she intended to, she still hurt her family badly by leaving not once, but twice.

Though it’s been rough, Maxwell carried on. He had considered moving back to his parents after Mackenzie left but Ann, Valerie, and Gram managed to convince him to stay. He admitted that he didn’t really want to move, he just wanted to get away, which he later realized didn’t make him that much different from her. Despite it being a tumultuous marriage, Maxwell gets along well with his in-laws, even more so than his own parents.

Like his brother-in-law, Gram considers Ann and Valerie family more than his own. His father was dating Ann for about a year before he was killed in a car accident. Gram lived with his mother and stepfather for a time but things didn’t work out so he ran away to live with Ann and Valerie. With his stepfather having to constantly travel for work his mother felt that it might be best for Gram to stay with Ann for a time so his education wouldn’t be disrupted. Valerie said it took some getting used to - more for Ann than her - having him live with them but it wasn’t before long he became part of the family too.

And now it looks like Gram’s probably staying at the Tavel household for good. The living arrangement was supposed to be temporary as the original plan was for Gram to move back with his mother last summer. As a trial run since they rarely saw each other the past three years he spent spring break up there, only to cut his visit short when he heard about Mackenzie’s death. Valerie, Emilie, and Maxwell didn’t expect Gram to show up on short notice until they later found out that he wasn’t getting along well with his mother and stepfather.

Emilie and Valerie suspect that Gram’s mother resents Ann for taking her son away from her. That’s funny considering that she was the one who suggested that she take him in. It took some time to pry it out of him, but Gram eventually admitted that moving back with his mother wasn’t going to work out. Apparently she wasn’t happy about it but it seems like she’s not going to do anything about it since it wouldn’t be right to force him to stay when he doesn’t want to. Valerie says she and Ann are happy that Gram’s staying, especially since he seems a lot happier with them.

However, even though things have gotten better for the family, there’s still some problems that need to be addressed. Valerie told Emilie a while back that she’s worried about Maxwell and Gram. Since Mackenzie first walked out they became close as Gram stepped up to help him take care of Bonnie and be there when he needs a guy to talk to. So Maxwell’s relying too heavily on a teenager for emotional support. Meanwhile Gram’s more than happy to help out, probably to compensate for the fact that he feels like he doesn’t fit in with his own family. Sounds like a complicated situation all around.

For now there’s not that much Emilie can do other than provide support and listen. Ann’s aware of the problem so Valerie trusts that she’ll be able to work things out between the guys. It won’t be easy and despite how things may seem, Maxwell and Gram are getting better so at least there’s that. Again, family stuff is complicated as those kinds of problems aren’t always easily resolved. I hope things improve for them.

Fishing at the docks has been pretty chill. Dixie wasn’t kidding when she said that catching the fish took little effort - they practically came to us! Of course, we put a lot of our catch to good use - ebony lace for pot pie, verdant jade for sushi, and amethyst silk for frying. We also set aside a few of each for smoking so those will be ready tomorrow. I’m looking forward to making salads to put on bread and rice. While fishing is enjoyable, I think I enjoy cooking with fish more.

Since the weather’s warm enough, we also went sailing and even spent a day in Haines. To be honest there wasn’t much to the city but it was worth a visit. Sailing was a lot of us, especially when Dixie’s calling the shots. I can see why she likes it here, it’s quiet and charming, plus the fish look cool.

There’s actually not that much to the isle but sometimes that’s okay -  not everything needs to be flashy or special in order to be appreciated. Nothing wrong with finding charm in the mundane and ordinary, especially in a world where almost everyone and everything is pressured to stick out in order to be noticed.

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#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

[bi-bard]

Nine Years of Posting Fanfiction [An Anniversary Post]

Here it is. April 7th.

For those who have been here a while, then you know that today is a big deal. Today celebrates nine years since I started posting my writing online. And I know that I haven't been posting much over these past few months, but I still find this day to be incredibly special.

The last year has been a wild one. Through school and my life, things have been nothing short of hectic as all hell. I cannot thank you enough for being there through it. If you have been patient enough to wait through the last few months with me, thank you. If you stumbled onto this account during that time, thank you. If you don't give a shit and are just kinda sitting there and minding your business and kinda forgot that you actually followed me, thank you.

I have been so grateful to do what I have. I'm reinventing some OCs of mine. I'm trying to get through the most recent writing challenges (key word: trying). I am trying to write for new things and exciting stories while pursuing other hobbies and paths in my life. And you have all given me that ability and I cannot thank you enough for it.

So, what's next?

Honestly? I have no fucking idea. I am working on a lot, but I have no idea what's going to happen between now and you guys getting to see it. I am planning to start posting on one of my TikTok accounts as I begin to paint more stuff (kylihoward7, if you're interested). I have a huge series for this account that I am putting together that's related to the pop-punk/emo scene. I am trying to write and get content out while I do my schoolwork, but it has been rough to say the least. I am trying to change jobs right now because I am unhappy (understatement of the decade). It is all currently trying and in the works and I cannot promise anything right now.

So, thank you again for all of your support. For your support through this last year and through all the years that follow. I think you are all amazing people and I admire all of you. Thank you for giving me space to grow and change and become something more than I was before. It has been a wonderful experience, and I cannot wait to see what's next.

I'll see you all soon!

Love you!

#x reader #fanfiction #imagine #writing anniversary #writing #writer #author #nine years

[his-mochi-cheeks]

Hellloooo!

I’m sorry your week was still hellish. Is it due to the time of year or is hellish-ness typical?

I have visited Miami and The Keys with friends and family. it’s beautiful. I loved all the cultures and foods you can find there. I don’t think I will give anything away by mentioning I attended the University of Florida, Gainesville. So, Florida has a special place in my heart.

Isn’t our Moms’ food the best? I think it’s in my Mom’s fingers. Hahaha, cause she will give me a recipe and it never tastes as good as when she makes it. Food is such an integral part of my life too. It’s where we share love and make time to be with each other. I love ham and rice pudding. Yum! My mom bakes her ham for a long time so the meat just falls off the bone. Now I’m hungry. Hahaha

We have rolling hills where I live but not very large mountains. I am however, two or three hours from some beautiful mountains. We can get a lot of rain so I am surrounded by a lot of trees and greenery. I love my area of the state. The evening temperatures have been dipping into lower temps so the “crispness” is there.

My Mom lives in a different state so I try to visit her during Thanksgiving and then I celebrate Christmas at home. I wish she lived near me, but she likes where she is.

I love your Baekhyun story idea. Especially the twist of the beast being the OC’s mother. I used to read a lot of fanfic but it’s been a while since I did. I think the last time was a year ago after I re-watched the Chinese drama “The Untamed” I love their story and the fanfic it inspires. How about you? Are you a big fanfic reader?

Some of my favorite dramas is “Happiness” an awesome zombie romcom kdrama. The chemistry of the leads is amazing. I also recently finished the newer kdrama on air, called “Moving” it’s truly one of the best written and acted kdramas around. The same actress was the lead in both those dramas. 💜

I also just re-watched “Arthdal Chronicles” season 1 and it reminded me why it’s a favorite. It’s so good. Rich world building and characters. One cdrama that I watched this year was outstanding. It’s called, “Hidden Love” it’s about first love and unrequited love. I’m still swooning from its wonderfulness as I think about it. I totally recommend it. It’s on Netflix. 💜

Have a wonderful weekend!! Yr, Exol Secret Santa 🎄

Hi Santa Anonie!

I currently work at a school and there have been A LOT of things going on so it's been super hectic lol a bunch of teachers quit some were out for other reasons and I'm a substitute teacher so this first quarter was 😑 a lot to deal with.

ANONIE YOU'RE A GATOR?!??! Oh my gosh that's so cool!! But yeah since you've lived in Florida and have visited Miami I bet you saw how different south Florida is from the rest of the state LOL did you try all the Hispanic food when you visited Miami? What was your favorite???

Santa anonie! Have you ever seen those Instagram reels of people trying to fry food LOL me: hiding behind the lid of the pan and throwing a frozen chicken wing mom: talking on the phone and touching the hot oily pan like it's nothing LOL it's SO FUNNY but it's also so true! But yeah there really is nothing like moms cooking 🥺💖 but I agree with you 100% 🥺 food is definitely a love language! My mom cooks her ham with honey and pineapple 🤤🤤🤤 oof omg I love it I haven't even tried to learn the recipe because that's my mom's thanksgiving contribution every year LOL

That's so nice tho! I'm jealous lol here I only feel a tad bit of crispness early in the morning and late at night. And not yet. That normally starts in December. And that's a good tradition to have! Travelling to see your family for Thanksgiving must be great ❤️✨

Yes! I love to read fanfiction, especially like fantasy type AUs. I only read for exo (specific for Baekhyun LOL) so it makes me sad that exo fanfiction is slowly dying 😢 I came into it pretty late.

Happiness!! I liked it a lot I'm kinda sad it was so short! Park Hyung Sik 😍 he looked so healthy and beautiful. And I had started watching the first season of Arthdal Chronicles and I couldn't get into it which made me sad because I ADORE Song Joong Ki so much 😭😭😭 BUUUUT now that I see Lee Joon Gi in the second season I think I might give it another try lol. I'll look for Hidden Love! I've only seen two c-dramas. I saw the Romance of Tiger and Rose (which I ADORED and have seen twice already) and Love in the Kitchen (with the same actress and which I liked less) lol

Anywho Santa Anonie! It's Friday! I hope you have a great weekend!

#santa anonie

[mlmxreader]

Hiya!

Sorry I haven't been around much. Life's not been too bad. School has been a bit busy. Feeling stressed but at the same time super excited because it's just that much closer to my goal of getting into the profession I want and I just wanna get to the helping people part. Made a new friend, which is nice, feels a little less daunting when you have someone who's also going through the same stuff.

But the main reason I dropped by is because I saw that you weren't feeling all to well and I wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about you and hoping things get better. It's a shit thing when you aren't feeling great but the isolation can sometimes be worse. I hope you feel better, my friend. Sending you all the love and light 🖤🖤!!

And NEVER feel the need to apologize for not being able to write requests. You, like the people sending the requests, are a person with your own life, feelings, struggles, etc. And I hope the people sending you asks in requests can understand that and exercise some compassion. (Remember, I am your friend and I would die for you in a heartbeat. If someone says shit, they can eat shit. [As in, I'll fight 'em if you need me to.])

On a lighter note THE BABIES!!! AH!! Seeing pictures of them show up on my feed always puts a smile on my face. So bloody cute they are. Also, super psyched for you and your new tattoo. I'm sure it's gonna look awesome👌🏽!

Alright, gotta go. I'll try to drop in more often just to say hi and catch up and stuff but even if there's silence from me for a bit, just know that I genuinely care for you, dude. Seriously, you are not only my treasured writer but someone I consider a friend. I found your blog and stories when I was feeling super out of sorts and reading your works on Alfie really helped me feel less lonely. Even more so when I started talking to you through asks where we could go feral over the man together and it was so 🥰 because honestly, I haven't felt like that with many people, to the point that I thought I never would. I really do hope you feel better, that you find small moments of respite in your day that put a smile on your face or even just make you feel a little bit lighter. But I know that's not always possible and that's okay too. You're allowed to feel what you feel and how you feel 🖤. Always sending you all the love, my dear friend, stay safe and I'll talk to you soon.

🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

hi!!!!!! good evening!!!!! as always, I hope your uni is going well and it's not been too mentally taxing - but please ensure you're taking frequent breaks when you're studying and working!!!

its absolutely okay!!! I can wait lmao but I'm glad things aren't too bad. i get that! it was the same for me in college tbh, 4 years of it, you learn to eventually adjust to the chaos and hectic nature of things in your own way - so don't worry too much, you'll eventually settle! I'm so glad to hear you made a new friend!!! that's awesome!!! and it can absolutely help to have one or two people who you can really talk to about it tbh - I'm still friends w a few of the girls I met in college, and we talk regularly!

yeah, I'll be honest, it's mostly fandoms that are, like, larger tbh; like, Call Of Duty, Band Of Brothers, rdr2, etc. and it kinda sucks and it's kinda why I try and distance myself from those fandoms as much as I can (mutuals & friends being the exception, ofc), bc I just... like idk, it is really isolating, but it also brings out the festering things like self doubt - bc I see people interacting w other writers in the same places and I'm a bit like "oh. I'm not good enough, then.", which tbh, is bullshit. ofc I'm good enough. I'm a good writer lmfao but, yk, it's not good to feel like that, so then I start feeling less motivated and less inspired to actually write for those fandoms in terms of requests bc I'm a bit like "well, I'm not gonna get so much as a "it was great, thanks!", so why bother?", yk? it makes me feel... not CHEAP, but like... something very similar tbh. it's not a good feeling, either way, and I'd rather NOT engage w it and would rather focus my efforts elsewhere - like on fics I've currently got on the go, like Once We Were Close & Where You Belong (Next To Me), as well as requests that I actually DO feel motivated and inspired to write - even if it's just 100 words instead of 1000.

and thank you; sometimes I feel a little bit pressured to take requests that I don't want to bc either I don't feel motivated or bc I feel like it's a demand as opposed to a... request. but that's always come from other people, never you. it's hard, but yk, I'll get over it lmfao I always do. (and yes, 100% we're friends. I'd die for you, as I've said to others many, many, many times, admittedly dbvlykvkskg I would lay down my life and protect you at all costs 🫶🏻)

THE BABIES!!!!!! my 5 boys and my 1 girl which technically does mean I'm a #girldad lmao (nobody tell Gallipoli she's a python, she's my little girl, she's my baby!). Hanzo is the only actual baby I've got left tho, bc he's >1 month old 😭 the rest are all grown up :( even though I could've sworn it was yesterday that Red Baron could fit into the palm of my hand and still have room, I could've sworn just yesterday he was DEFINITELY NOT 118.8cm and 1400g. he just... got so big all of a sudden??? like, Spotify play Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler On the Roof bc I'm GOING THROUGH IT.

but anyway, yeah, little baby Hanzo:

takes after his daddy bc he's got a fiery (pun intended) temperament like I do 🥺🥰 plus: bc I already HAVE a scorpion tattoo, I don't ever need to get one for him lmao (although I do toy w the idea of getting one of Hanzo Hasashi from MK when I'm financially stable...)

please, feel free to pop by whenever you want - if this were a house, you'd have the fucking key by now 💀 just let yourself in whenever, my dude, you're more than welcome! but thank you, I'm honoured and incredibly grateful 🫶🏻

I'm glad that my fics have made you feel less lonely, especially in a time and society like today's where loneliness seems to only grow - I'm glad it made a difference 🫶🏻

DJGKDK YES!!! I'M ALWAYS DOWN TO GO FERAL!!!! ALWAYS!!!!! but I'm so glad you found safety here, really 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I love you. we may not share blood, but that matters very little.

and thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it means a lot 🫶🏻

sending the love right back at you more than reciprocated, my beloved friend!!! we'll talk soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#asks #🫶🏻 #🐍 anon

[i-luvsang]

hi!! sorry for the late ass response, i've been wanting to reply earlier but life has been pretty hectic :(.

personally i love love loveeeee pet names!! like even the super silly ones like 'skrunkly' and 'pookie' i always forget not everyone uses those and most ppl probably find it cringe. it's very endearing in my opinion? pet names and nicknames just feel more personal for some reason?? like recently i've started using my nickname more and most of my friends have started referring to me using my nickname and idk it just makes me so happy :,)

and thank you so so sooooo much for the writing advice <333 the 'asking yourself questions to guide your own thinking' tip is so helpful!! i think when i do an attempt at writing or try to progress an idea i get overwhelmed at how much i still need to think through if that makes sense?? like my concept or idea is so small and i have to think abt a plot, and the progress and just the logistics behind everything?

i've also spend some time on pinterest making boards with like locations for visualisations? idk i'm a very visual person whenever i do an attempt at writing so i kinda needed that and it's actually been so much fun!! i've also had some fun ideas for a playlist regarding certain small ideas, i have a few songs that kind off give the same vibes i want to go for and it kinda helps me visualise and create some sort of scene in my head where the song would work as bg music yk? it makes me excited just thinking abt developing my ideas and actually writing it!

sadly i haven't had any time to start writing yet :(. i have some exciting ideas and in general i've been feeling more excited to actually write instead of feeling like procrastinating the process but i've been so exhausted lately bcs of school so i haven't rlly been in the right mindset to write, like whenever i have free time i just want to rest.

my assignments this year are bigger and more important so i'm trying to actually study this year and procrastinate less. so far i'm proud of myself bcs i spend this weekend actually doing my work and writing down important future deadlines instead of procrastinating and doing everything last minute so!! big win for me!!

enough abt me tho!! how are you?? how is college going? how are your classes going? and also if you don't mind me asking, what are you majoring in?

ps. i'm very excited for your upcoming fics!!! — 🎧

hELLOOOOO no worries at all darling !! i'm glad to here that you love pet names because i love using them hehe. i agree that silly ones are so much fun to use and super cute. yk i've always wished i could have a nickname that my friends call me but it's just never been a thing LOL but i have my online friends who call me nicknames and i love that <333

even if you haven't had the time to start writing yet, i'm super glad to hear that you think my advice is helpful for you !! i wish you the best of luck when you do find some time !! i totally get feeling motivation but not having the time or energy :,) it's like DUDE THE ONE TIME I ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE WRITING I CANTTTTT i've been behind on writing too tbh. i have a collab fic due at the end of the month and i'm only a few hundred words in akfjaksjdf

babe you should be so so proud of yourself, the fact that you've been able to battle procrastination and stuff like that is honestly super impressive and absolutely something you should be proud of, so i'm glad that you are !!!! but even if there are times where procrastination gets the best of you, remember that that's alright too! we're not built to be perfect at this <33

in terms of me! lollll i'm not fighting the procrastination too well myself, but that's alright lol. it's a very mixed bag if i'm very honest lol the adjustment has been pretty hard and i'm feeling a lot of old anxieties come back since i'm so overwhelmed. but! i've still been having a lot of nice experiences with new friends and experiences and i think that once i'm able to settle down i'll be having blast far more than i am now hehe. classes themselves aren't too bad though!! i took a pretty light course load for this semester which i think was a really nice choice for me. and i'm majoring in studio arts !!

askdhfjs i'm very glad you're excited, i am too !!! i hope you'll enjoy what's in storeeee

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