#swift my darling

[its-tea-time-darling]

Thomesa and thomally for the fucked up ship bingo?

thomesa

thomally

for convenience i have highlighted in red the square that makes up the main thesis of each ship ❤️

thanks for sending these swift 👉🏻👈🏻

send me ships for the fucked up ship bingo

[its-tea-time-darling]

happy may 4th darling 💜 @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! | May 4th, 2021

[its-tea-time-darling]

today's tea: scrolling through your blog while Pure As The Driven Snow plays unlocks Shrimp emotions

theheheheheheeeee

(what are shrimp emotions though)

(i assume they're good)

[titsthedamnseason]

eras tour lookbook: my favorites edition

[dontblamethewitches]

we both did the best we could do under the same moon, in different galaxies.

[its-tea-time-darling]

me online when you're asleep @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom

tumblr graveyard shift (online when mutuals are sleeping)

[man-i-love-folklore]

oh, ok. just making me go feral without warning today, i see?

[incorrectnevermoor]

Hawthorne: with every concussion I become more spiritual

[milfygerard]

what do you think stops taylor from being conventionally "cool"? love your takes!

nice thing about not having a taylor URL or icon is that i can say its probably because she's noticeably autistic and wont get burned at the stake bc swifties dont care about me and only have to deal w me when a post goes viral once in a blue moon

[its-tea-time-darling]

and in that weird little fandom abt the same ship as you, @nice-to-meet-ya-shank this one goes out to you, my originally thomesa co-sufferer

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

[beargyufairy]

Have I known you 20 seconds

Or 20 years?

[its-tea-time-darling]

tea why are you awake isn’t it like 2am????????

yeah it was 😭😭

sometimes i can’t sleep it’s 😢

[baenakinskywalker]

👀 (pls ignore the fact that i'm weeks late LOL)

no such thing as late! here's a feysand snippet for you, set just after feyre finds out she's pregnant. a little angsty 👀 ⋆｡°✩

Rhys traces idle circles on the flat plane of her stomach like he can feel the babe — their son, Feyre notes with another glowing wave of awe — beneath his fingers. She shines incandescently, drawing glittery flecks of starlight out of her mate’s eyes. Everything is perfect. 

And then, “I wish that my mother could be here for this.” Rhys looks up at her with such fondness painted across his face that it nearly cleaves her heart in two. “She would have been completely over the moon to be a grandmother.” Down the bond, he sends memories. Some, Feyre has seen before: Rhysand’s mother looking after him and Cassian and Azriel in that little house over the Illaryian war camp, cleaning a scraped knee here, wiping muddy wings there. The smells of fresh stew portioned out into four bowls around the small dinner table. The stern yet unwavering love that washed over the children in that house day in and out.

There are also memories that Feyre hasn’t seen. 

His mother, sweaty and exhausted against a mass of pillows, a pink bundle in the crook of her elbow. A tan arm reaching out to grasp his hand and draw him nearer to the babe. A soft voice saying, “Your sister.” 

In the present, Rhys drops his head to her abdomen. I wish they were both here to share in our joy.

But instead of overwhelming compassion, instead of wonder at the fragments of her mate’s life that have just emerged, Feyre’s mind spirals. Searching, desperately tearing through her own memories. Anything. There’s got to be something — one singular memory of her mother not covered in a cloudy veil of despair. 

No happy birthdays. No home cooked meals. Not a single instance of being wrapped in her mother’s arms with Nesta and Elain. 

Rhys feels the rush of agony immediately. “Darling, what’s wrong?” His voice is almost frantic. “Are you okay?”

When the tears start, they don’t stop. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to be someone’s mother if my own mother didn’t want me? The thoughts swirl until Feyre sobs, clutching uselessly at the blankets around her. In the bed big enough for two Illyrians. Where three sisters will never have to huddle for warmth and the lack of a mother.

Even Nesta and Elain didn’t —

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[everydayistheendoftheworld]

the truth will always be that there's something fundamentally wrong with me. i was born unloveable. there are two kinds of people in this world: those who love easily and those who are easily loved. i will always be the first. my hands burn from carrying the love i have for everyone. and my heart hurts from knowing that i will never be loved the way i love. as the smiths put it, "i know i'm unloveable, you don't have to tell me. i don't have much in my life, but take it - it's yours."

[ruins-of-a-lover]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I really love everything you write. If it's not too much trouble, could you write something based on cowboy like me by taylor swift?

1. Thank you so muchhhh!!!

2. Hey, so I think you're secretly stalking me bc I woke up with this song stuck in my head lol

Music Series: Cowboy Like Me - Taylor Swift

The fairy lights twinkled underneath the white tent where the Hero stood, holding her glass of champagne, her masquerade mask sparkling dimly in the light.

The annual auction for city's animal shelters was a fun as it could be, she supposed, though she often wasn't the party type. Especially not in her circle, where she had to put on a polite smile and accept the endless thanks of the people she didn't feel she deserved.

No, she didn't deserve the thanks she never worked for. She didn't deserve thanks when her mere existence cost the city dearly. Not when she'd lied and used all sorts of tricks to get where she was. No, she didn't deserve anything but their worst.

"May I have this dance?" A velvety male voice came from behind her.

She turned to look at the Villain. No one else here likely knew of his identity, but there was no mistaking those eyes with all their stars, "You know, dancing is a dangerous game."

His charming– no, not charming; the Villain was nothing but bad news– smirk appeared as he gently took her champagne glass and set it on the table before taking her hand.

He paused and raised an eyebrow, a silent ask if this was what she wanted. She shrugged and gave a faint nod before he wisked her away.

Her body was pressed tight against his warm chest, her eyes looked everywhere but him as soft music played from the speakers, "Never thought I'd see you here." She mumbled.

"Ah, you think so lowly of me, darling."

Darling? Oh, God.

"Well, don't you feel guilty being here?"

"Takes one to know one." She looked up at him, a handsome smirk on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"I don't think I've seen you smile once tonight. Plus, why would I feel guilty, hm? I do whatever I want."

"I've smiled plenty of times!" Hero defended.

He raised an eyebrow from under his mask, "I mean a real smile, Hero."

She looked away, and his hand untucked itself from her waist, "I think you owe me a dance where you don't lie to me."

"Wha– I wasn't lying!" Her face turned pink despite it.

He flicked her nose, "You and I aren't so different, you know. I'll call you." He grinned and then dissapeared into the night.

"What the–" She sighed in frustration, this is really going to be something.

Was it silly that for the next week, Hero conveniently kept her phone on her at all times? It surely wasn't because of Villain. No, she wasn't going to dance with her enemy. That's stupid.

She just had her ringtone volume up in case someone called for help, obviously.

After the tenth day of no call from Villain, she was about to give up when she heard the familiar chime, "Hello?"

"I was truly enjoying watching you worry over your phone this past week, but I think it's about time I call in my favor, hm?"

"I was not worrying. I do have a job, ya' know?"

He chuckled on the other end of the call, "Sure thing, Hero. Meet me on the roof in ten."

"I will not meet you on the roof in ten." She said sternly.

"Ah-ah, what'd I say about the lying?"

"Y'know what!? You can shove it because I–" beep! "Did you just hang up on me!?"

She came out of the elevator ten minutes later, the wind whipping at her hair on the rooftop. She was furious, "Alright! Where are you, Villain?"

He stepped out of the darkness, his signature smirk in place, "Again, what'd I say?"

She sighed, "You're insufferable."

"Lie number two of the night, ladies and gentlemen, tsk tsk, am I going to have to come back again?" He stepped closer.

"What do you want?"

"I told you, a dance."

"There's no music."

"Who said we needed it?" He wrapped his arm back around her waist, his warmth and stupid scent flooding her senses.

"This is dumb."

His smirk grew as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I know you're a fraud, Hero."

She stiffened, "A-am not!"

He hummed, "You could be the future of this city, but that comes with a cost doesn't it?"

"Wh-what? How do you..."

"I told you, it takes one to know one, darling."

He turned his head and pressed a warm kiss to her neck, she shivered and felt him smile against her skin as her hand flexed on his shirt.

"It could be love."

"It wouldn't last."

"My love, forever is the sweetest taunt."

[cosmically-incompatible]

gojo blasting death metal every night til 5 in the morning after his break-up with geto until one night shoko gets fed up. she goes to his room with a tub of icecream, skin care and a box of taylor swift cds.

"let me teach you how to process breakups like a normal human being, satoru"