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revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

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Pop music: "I cant say no to those eyes" + Tangerine ❤❤❤

SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION

i hope you enjoy this, anon ✨💕

~ 🎶 ~

When you'd convinced Tangerine and Lemon to walk into the crazily decorated Halloween store Lemon had seemed rather pleased.

Tangerine, on the other hand, looked pissed.

"I hate these things," he mutters, touching the dull end of the bloodied prop knife as the animatronic struggles through its lines. "So corny."

You're practically skipping through the rows and rows of costumes, tongue stuck between your teeth as you concentrate. You can't even hear Tangerine's complaining or Lemon swatting his hand over his brother's head.

"Shut yer mouth, can't ya see she's enjoying herself?" Lemon hisses, motioning his head towards you.

Tangerine's gaze softens and he shoves Lemon away. He walks over and sees you rummaging through the costumes. You hand him a nurse one absentmindedly.

"Gonna patch me up real good, darlin'?" he teases, seeing how skimpy the costume looks. You don't answer him as you hand him another. A fairy costume this time and Tangerine's eyes widen at how much skin the model is showing.

"Bloody hell, luv. Ya want the whole neighborhood staring?"

"Tan," you warn him and he holds the costumes without complaint, muttering an apology. It really isn't his place to judge your choice of clothing.

Tangerine walks behind you like a lost puppy as you hand him various costumes you're debating choosing and Lemon snickers—which earns him a death glare from his brother.

"Oh!" You suddenly exclaim, grabbing a princess costume. It's just the right amount of cute and slutty. You turn, showing Tangerine. "Isn't it cute?!"

Tangerine nods, imagining you in that dress and he swallows. He drops the other costumes on the shelf and takes the princess one, looking it over. You grin, turning as you can the area.

"Aha!"

Tangerine watches you grab another costume and then you show it to him, grinning wider. It's a bodyguard costume. A plain black suit, an ear com, and some shades.

"What's that for?"

"For you! I'm the princess, and you're my bodyguard!" You sound giddy and Tangerine raises his eyebrows. He certainly doesn't mind having the task of watching over you when you're at a party. He does that anyways.

He looks at the stupid costume and scrunches his nose in disgust. "Can I wear my own suit?" he asks seriously.

Your eyes light up. "You're gonna dress up?!"

"Ya, in my suit," he teases.

"And the accessories?" You point to the ear com and the sunglasses.

"Maybe." He crosses his arms, sending you a smirk.

You bat your eyelashes at him.

Tangerine's resolve crumbles embarrassingly quickly. "Shit," he whispers, "you know I can't say no to those eyes." He reaches up and his finger tips skim your cheek gently. "I'll dress up as your bodyguard, sweetheart, hm? Keep ya safe? Is that what you want?"

He's teasing but you nod and lean into his touch. You're smiling so wide he's concerned for your poor cheeks but his chest fills with warmth. He laughs when you grab the costumes and rush over to show Lemon.

Tangerine can almost hear Lemon's future taunts when he finds out how quickly he folded for you but he doesn't care.

Fuck, he's really in deep now.

tags: @kravensgirl, @brokeaesthetic, @earth-elemental18, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @longlivedelusion, @thewinterv, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @kpopgirlbtssvt

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TW: period mention

This is so TMI but omigosh, you guys, I need to give fanfic writers my appreciation.

My period started today but thinking about all the period fanfics I’ve read is sooo romanticizing it?? And making it so much easier to deal with??? 😭 Y’all are miracle workers, I swear.

Like, what do you mean I’m cramping and achy? I have Vronsky taking care of me, pfft, I’m fine. ✨💕🌸🥰💕 (@pretty-little-mind33, your fics do wonders. 💖)

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Thank you for the fun tag, hun! 💕✨🌸💖 This was actually so cute! I kinda love it. 🥺🤎

@ anyone who’d like it 💕

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

Athena-core was fun to search 😍

I tag @newbornwhumperfly @grizzlie70 @butwhatifyouwrite @sapphoslibrary @wildfaewhump @deluxewhump

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, Venice International Film Festival, September 2024.

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Aaaa, thank you for the tag! 💕 This was way too fun! (And lowkey very accurate? 👀)

I tag anyone who wants to! 💕

new tag game anyone?

Go on pintrest and search: me as a painting, animal, my hobby, & weather

:D

np tagsss @cheekyboybeth @allonsy-moony @the-stars-drowning @starcrossedmoony @aesthetic-writer18 @ashstillalive

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I wrote for the first time in a couple months! And it felt so good! 😭🙏💕

It was only 200 words and it wasn’t for a Tom Ryder x fem!reader fic so I probably won’t post it. (At least not here. 🙈) But it was so healing to write something. 🥰

I’m feeling my writing inspo coming back!! ✨💕 I can’t wait to write more Tom Ryder fics! 💖

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This is too fun! ❤️✨

I thrifted a red Hawaiian shirt this summer and dare I say it’s the best thrift find I’ve ever had?? I adore it. 🥰

Thank you for the tag, @pretty-little-mind33! ✨🌺

I’m tagging @ anyone who wants to participate! 🥰

I found a pic crew for those who would like to play 🥰

Build your own here

npt: everyone!!

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Hi there, huns! 💕✨🌸

I literally dropped off the face of Tumblr without warning, I’m so sorry! 😭 I was SO meaning to make a post about me being on hiatus but that slipped my mind completely. 😭

Life’s been a lil bit busy the last few months! I’ve been preoccupied with a lot of stuff and to be totally honest, I’ve been hit with a slight... writers block. 😩

I haven’t been writing for a little while, I feel like all my inspiration went WHOOSH. 🥲 BUT. I feel it creeping back! I want to try and get back into the habit of writing cuz I love writing and I love y’all and this community and I don’t want to give that up. 🥺

I can’t make anyyyy promises on when I’ll get back into writing full-on again. Creativity is kinda fickle. But I do have a fic that’s almost done so I should be able to finish that up soon and share it with you soon! 💕✨🌸

In the meantime though, if you’re craving some ATJ fics, I can’t recommend @pretty-little-mind33 enough! ✨💕💖 Her work is INCREDIBLE and is a HUGE inspiration for me, go check her out! 🌸✨ (Plus, she’s an absolute angel and a joy to know. 💕)

LOVE Y’ALL! KISSIES! 😘✨💕

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💕WIP Wednesday💕

Aaaah, thank you so much for the tag, @pretty-little-mind33! 💕✨💖 This is such a fun tag, I love it. 💕 I have more WIPs than finished pieces, it seems, so it’s a very fitting tag for me. 😋

Here’s a little excerpt from a lil Tom Ryder x fem!reader I’ve had sitting in my pile of WIPs for a while! 🥰

{ steal you away }

He turned to you and his upset expression slipped away as he watched you bend over laughing. He walked slowly up to you, waggling a finger. “Now, now. It’s not very polite to laugh at people.”

“Says you,” you said between gasps of laughter. You wiped a tear away and grinned up at him. “And I’d say I can laugh because you looked hilarious.”

He moved faster than you expected. Before you could even react, he grabbed your waist, keeping you from going anywhere, and started tickling your sides. You gasped and squirmed in his grip. “Hey! Cut it out!”

“Not until you apologize for laughing at my own expense.” He grinned mischievously.

In your desperation to get away from his tickling fingers, you shoved his arms away and fall onto your back into the grass. He followed, pinning you down by placing an arm on the opposite side of you, sitting so his body leaned against your side. The sunlight cascaded on his wind blown hair, making him look more angelic than usual. His eyes looked brighter than they had in a long time.

You smiled up at him. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry. But you also looked adorable.”

He smirked and leaned closer, putting more of his weight on you. “Oh yeah?” He reached over and rubbed his thumb gently on your lip, causing your stomach to do somersaults. “Well, you look pretty adorable yourself, even with grass in your hair.”

“What, am I a hot mess?” you said teasingly.

His eyes wandered to your lips and he looked ravenous. “Absolutely,” he breathed, leaning in.

He started to close the distance when you reached out and put a hand on his slightly parted mouth, stopping him.

You cursed yourself for ruining this moment but you have to ask before this went any further. “Wait. Aren’t you dating Iggy?” you asked softly.

A shadow came over his face. He pushed himself back and looked away from you, his eyes squinted as he looked across the park. His mouth twisted into a frown. “No,” he said finally. “She broke up with me a week or two ago.”

Hopefully I can finish this one soon. I have ✨ideas✨ for it. 👀

I don’t have many moots yet. 🙈 So anyone who wants can do this tag! 💕

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I KNOW HE’S SUCH A JERK BUT I WANT HIM

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tom Ryder ⤷ The Fall Guy | dir. David Leitch

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Tom Ryder x fem!reader

Summary: Tom invited you to be his plus-one at a party with him. His friends are there along with a handful of your coworkers. Parties aren’t really your ideal pastimes (small talk, loud crowds, yuck) but you went anyway because maybe this one will be different. It wasn’t. Your introvert side kicks into gear after you lose track of Tom and make several terrible attempts at small talk. You escape the throngs of people and hide in the best place you could find: the grungy bathroom.

Word count: 2320

Warnings: mild spice, kissing

Author note: This was one of THE most fun fics I’ve ever written. 🙈 I was lowkey giddy the entire time. 😍 I hope you enjoy it just as much! ❤️

{ kiss me when nobody’s watching }

You startled at the sound of someone rapping their knuckles on the door.

“Hey, you in here?” Tom’s voice is muffled but you can tell it’s him.

“Go away, I’m not here,” you said as you took a step closer to the door. You pressed your forehead against it, the cool wood soothing the start of a headache. “Please leave, Tom.” You’re really starting to feel like Elsa from Frozen but there is zero chances he’s about to ask you to build a snowman with him.

“What, you scared of socializing?” You can just see the big dumb grin on his face. It’s that grin that makes you simultaneously want to slap the daylights out of him and kiss him until he saw stars.

Right now, it was definitely the first.

“No. I just want to go home.” You thumped your head on the door. It didn’t help the headache but it did help release some of the pent up frustration. “Whatever, just leave it. Go back to your party. Have fun without me, I know that’s very possible.”

It’s quiet for a few heartbeats. You held your breath and waited. Maybe he actually left? That’d be a miracle, he doesn’t typically listen to your requests. At least, not the first time you ask.

“No, I don’t want to.” Is he pouting?

“Ugh, Tom, please stop being so stubborn for one moment and go back.” No response. “I’ll be fine up here, I swear.” Maybe he’s worried about you? Highly unlikely but still.

“Can you just open the door so we can talk like normal humans? I can barely even hear you,” he whined.

You groaned. You hit your head on the door a few more times for good measure before reaching for the doorknob and opening the door an inch. The hallway was dark. With the faint glow coming from downstairs, you can make out Tom leaning against the wall by the door. He’s looking at his hands, using his thumbnail to clean out his other nails. He immediately straightened at the sound of the door being pushed open. You aren’t ready for the direct eye contact he made as he stood in front of you. His stormy eyes made your heart do acrobatics. You clenched your hands. He always seemed to have this effect on you just by standing close.

“Want to tell me why you’re hiding all the way up here?” He gestured around at the small bathroom.

You frowned. “Can’t a girl have a bathroom break?”

“Well, yeah,” he said as he pushed his way further into the room. Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “But you didn’t sound like you were going to come back down. Why?” Another step forward. Now he’s past the doorway, you and him almost standing body-to-body, leaning over you slightly.

You have got to look away from those heavy-lidded eyes. They’re making your thoughts lose motivation to stay afloat and drowning in those crashing waves was getting harder to fight. Your gaze moved down. Now you were counting the three buttons his shirt had undone and noticing how the fine hair on his chest was damp with sweat. Maybe looking here wasn’t much better but anything’s better than trying to think under that crushing gaze. “I don’t see how this matters.”

“Yes, it does. I invited you.” He pointed at himself. “And I want to know.”

“I just don’t like parties!” You threw your hands in the air. “There, satisfied?”

His gaze darkened. “Then why did you come?”

“Because, idiot, you invited me! And I wanted to come with you! I wanted to be with you. But now I’m chickening out and hiding up here and away from awkward small talk.” You let out a breath and looked back up at Tom. “Satisfied?”

He clenched his jaw and relaxed it. A tick he did when he was thinking. “You could’ve said you didn’t want us to go.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “As if that would’ve made a difference. I don’t have that kind of effect on you.”

He leaned down further, practically forcing you to look at him. Your throat tightened at the close proximity. You’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear your heart thundering against your rib cage.

“What are you talking about?” His gaze is searching as he looked into your eyes. “You’ve always had an effect on me.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve used that on every girl.” You sighed and turned to walk a few steps away from him.

You’re surprised when you heard the door shut and his footsteps as he followed you further into the bathroom. “You doubt me too much.”

The tiny bit of whine in his tone made you prickle. You whirled around to find Tom standing right behind you. You pressed a finger to his chest. “And you throw your words around too much. I know you flirt with almost every girl your eyes land on and I know I’m not any different than any one of them. So excuse me for not completely believing all of your smooth, honey-coated words.”

He reached up and grabbed at the hand you were using to point accusingly at him with. His warm hand enclosed your wrist and he pushed you backwards and pressed you up against the wall. He framed you in by putting his free hand on the wall next to your head.

“I don’t know why I have to tell you this but you aren’t like other girls, okay?” His voice was low, like you were the only two people left in the world and still he wanted to keep this moment a secret.

“Then what am I, Tom?” you breathed. The frustration was melting away and a gaping hole of yearning was replacing it. And you don’t know what to do with it. And that was terrifying.

“You’ve always been different, you aren’t like everyone else. You’re special,” he said. He brought his face down to the side of your face, his warm inhales and exhales now tickling your ear. “You’re mine.”

Your heart leapt up your throat as you felt his lips brush against your ear. A flutter, a mirage, a hint of a kiss. But then a small twinge. You couldn’t hold back the gasp as you felt a flash of teeth and a quick pull of your earlobe as he moved back. Heat rushed through your face and you prayed he wouldn’t be able to see how red you are in the dim lighting.

“Don’t do that.”

Tom licked his lips. It took everything within you not to press your mouth against his as you watched his tongue run over his plush lips. “Do what, darling?”

“Make me want to make out with you.” You jutted your lip out a bit in a pout. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, not madly want to kiss you.”

He grinned devilishly. “Oh yeah?” He reached out and fingered a lock of hair that had fallen loose from your ponytail bun. “Guess my Ryder charm is pulling through for me today.”

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his head between your hands and pulled him down to your height and crushed your lips against his wet parted ones.

His eyes widened for a split second before he bent down further, deepening the kiss. He took no time in shaking off the surprise and taking control. He gently moved closer to you, pressing you firmly against the wall. His hands made their way into your hair and slowly undid the bun, his slender fingers tangling themselves in the strands. His mouth was warm, the heat of it sent tingles down to your toes. He wasn’t a desperate kisser, he kissed like there was nowhere to go, like he could always buy more time if we ever ran out. His touch was burning and excruciating but in all the right ways and you wanted more.

Your hands moved from his face and grabbed onto the open front of his shirt, anchoring yourself to him. You let your tongue push past his lips and did a quick run over his teeth. He tasted faintly of booze and citrus and jealousy. You can feel his mouth shift into a grin and he returned the favor but more forcibly, like he hasn’t eaten in days, ravenous, hungry.

You both break away for a breath. You opened your eyes and watched him as he panted. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wild and sweat glistened on his collarbones. It’s a beautiful sight. You honestly can’t quite believe it’s you who was the cause of it.

Words are hard to draw upon, your head is more full with ecstasy than of coherent sentences. “What about the party?” you murmured.

“Screw the party.” He kissed and broke away again. “Screw the whole freaking party.” Another stolen kiss. “If it’s you versus the party, you win every time, baby.”

You bit back a grin. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

He let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. The world paused at the sound of it. It’s a deep, rough laugh, like it isn’t quite used to coming out into the world but it’s so beautiful and lucent that the clumsiness of it is all forgotten.

You can’t help but stare up at him in awe. You could probably count how many times you’ve heard that laugh. It’s almost like it’s the eighth Wonder of the World and you wanted to savor the rarity of it.

Mild amusement flickered across his face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so beautiful, that’s all.” You tilted your chin up and flashed a sly smile. “And you’re all mine.”

His hand grabbed your chin, angling it so your lips were just brushing each other, a butterfly’s flutter of a kiss. Goosebumps swept over your body. “All yours,” he said, his voice thick and rumbly. He closed the distance, his mouth desperate to be against yours again.

A knock at the door startled both of you. You untangled yourselves from each other.

“Um, hello, is this occupied? Kinda need to go.”

Tom growled under his breath. “Aren't there any other bathrooms in this place?”

“Maybe they’ll go look for a different one?” You hold your breath. Your tongue has the lingering taste of oranges and alcohol and it’d love to get a reminder how vibrant those flavors can be.

Another knock. “Hello? Can you hurry up in there?”

Tom turned his head towards the door. “The door’s closed for a reason, man, buzz off!”

“No, no, wait, it’s okay, we can let them use it.” You gently patted his chest, trying to regain his attention before he yelled more. “It’s okay.”

He looked back at you and his anger evaporated. He tilted his head down and looked remorseful. “I’m sorry we have to cut this short.”

“Me too.” You stood on tiptoes and placed a quick peck on his bristly cheek. “But we can always pick up where we left off, ‘kay?”

He grinned, his sharp canines glinting in the dim light. “Of course, darling.”

Your heart did a little leap at that. You shoved down the urge to just ignore the rest of humanity and stay here with Tom and quickly patted yourself down. Your hair was almost completely undone and your shirt was rumbled. You let your hair out of the ponytail and straightened your clothes.

“There,” you said as you did a check in the mirror. “Presentable.” You turned to look Tom over. He was mostly fine except for the red smears that covered his face. You groaned. “Oh no, you look like you’ve been mauled by cheap lipstick. Here, let me wipe it off—“

“It’s fine,” Tom interrupted. “I don’t care.”

You stopped in the middle of grabbing paper towel. “You sure?”

His mouth curled into a crooked smile. “I had one of the best nights of my life. I should let everybody see the souvenir.”

Your cheeks warmed and you gave Tom a joking shove. “That’s so dumb.”

“I enjoyed myself immensely.”

“Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

“No, you.”

An impatient series of knocks made you both jump. “You know I can hear you talking in there. Hurry up. I really gotta go.”

Tom rolled his eyes before winking at you. He grabbed the doorknob. “Ready?”

You reached for his arm and linked yours around his and nodded.

With bravado, he flung open the door and pushed past the figures waiting in the hallway. As Tom bumped shoulders with the taller of the two, you heard him mutter, “Prick.

You almost had to run to keep up with Tom as he guided you down the hall. “Tom!” you hissed. You threw a quick glance behind you and had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. “That was Randy and Lauren! I’ve been practically begging Lauren to make a move for weeks! And you just called him a prick!” You slapped his forearm gently. “Thanks, now they’ll have questions for me.”

You stopped at the top of the stairs, the light from below cascading its way up. “Please,” Tom said as he bent down to plant a kiss on your head, “don’t worry about it too much, darling. If they have half as good of a time as we did, I doubt they’ll remember. And he is a prick, he ruined a good thing for me.” In the faded light, you see his lower lip slipped into a pout.

You laughed and cupped his face with your hand. Seeing him get upset over this, while it’s somewhat childish, sends happy tingles down your spine. It’s somehow endearing.

“Oh Tom, I’m always willing to go for round two.”

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Had to make a meme to describe me currently

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Me: Ooo, I’m so close to finishing this one shot! Just a little bit more and it’s all done. 🥰

Also me: Ooo, what if I start writing two other one shots? ✨💕🌸✨💖

Is this just me or ?!! 🙈 Starting and finishing — those are my main problems when it comes to writing. I find it so much easier just to start in the middle of a scene but then I have to eventually make a cohesive beginning and ending and 😵

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I’m working on a longgg one shot and it’s almost done. 🙈 (It’s 4k currently and I’m still not done, whoops)

Hint: it’s another Tom Ryder x fem!reader one. (Because I’m obsessed with Tom.)

And here’s a little sneak peek because why not:

You don’t know how long you sat there, getting soaked to the bone by the rain and trembling from the cold, before you heard hurried footsteps on the pavement. They stopped close to you.

“Gosh, what are you doing out here?”

Your heart froze at that familiar tone. That casual, drawling voice you’d started to almost enjoy listening to even when that voice said stupid things and couldn’t hold his tongue.

You lifted your head, not caring that your makeup was a mess and you had tears and snot running down your face. Who really cares at this point?

Tom stood before you, his hair wet and clinging to his face. His clothes were soaked through and clung to his body in all the right places.

Of course he’d look stunning and you’d look like a drowned cat.

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Ryan Gosling is very handsome.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

Like or reblog if you agree.

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i can't stress this enough !!!!!!! comment on the fics you like !!!

and this goes for other authors too.

comment when you re-read your comfort fics!!! tell the authors what made you blush, cry, what turned your stomach, what made you angryyy!!! don't be shy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't be scared to be annoying !!!

we have a praise kink, it's true