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i came here for a good time and look what i get

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I am farthest from an expert on dyslexia or any type of reading disorder, but from what we've seen Wylan can do math like crazy because it's numbers, not words. I feel like notes would be similar, and rhythm patterns use math (quarter notes=1 count, half notes=2 counts, dotted quarter=1.5, etc.) so I feel like he could read sheet music pretty well. Though with time, he could definitely play some stuff by ear, if not everything. Not sure about his perfect pitch ;) but yea reading sheet music seems like not too bad of an issue? idk if I'm wrong, someone correct me on this, as I don't have dyslexia.

Can wylan read sheet music or does he play everything by ear????

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Abortion Access Resources

Abortion is still legal in some US states, despite the Dobbs decision.

Hey, everyone, it’s a horrible day here in the United States with Roe and Casey being overturned. But rather than lose hope, let’s keep the fight going because there’s a lot of incredible work being done on the ground. 

Here are some places you can donate to, and some further info:

Independent Clinics: Abortion Care Network Abortion Funds:  National Network of Abortion Funds, funds by State, Midwest Access Coalition

Information on Medication Abortions (abortion pills)

State by State trigger laws map with Roe being overturned 

RewireNews  (legislative tracker) and the excellent Boom! Lawyered podcast for repro rights news and analysis

New Handbook for a Post-Roe America: The Complete Guide to Abortion Legality, Access, and Practical Support by Robin Marty. Also! Consider requesting your local public library for this book if they don’t have it in their catalogue yet. 

Let’s be kind to ourselves and each other today, but let’s not lose hope. The fight continues. 

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Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

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Hey all, story updates

In short: stories might get finished in summer when school is not hectic, my apologies. My apologies also if you worried, I am fine. Alas I am not, so anyone interested in midnight rant blogs(you can learn all about me and piece my life together… how fun…)? Read below for more details of my current midnight insight

In long: I am not dead. Very true fact. I am indeed writing this in the dead of night when I promised my friend I would sleep. Alas, here I am after giving up on my 6 hours of French hw which legally should not be allowed.

I apologize if anyone worried about me, if anyone did. Because I have a thing where I believe no one should or does love me (This stems from my major abandonment issues). So basically a really shitty form of narcissism? I have no clue. In any case, no need to worry about me. I have friends and a partner who I have a suspicion doesn’t like me, but that's probably 'more likely to just not know what to do with all the love I throw at him’ because we’re both dead center in a relationship that had become serious without previous knowledge or experience on relationships.

School is also hard, not many of you may know but I am in a public school in the United States, so even though I am very lucky, I am also very cursed. I am at the point where college is more important than my happiness, although I am trying to balance the two with music.

I doubt many will read this far, for I am merely a second in your life that you may have forgotten about. An idea. A thought put to hope, put into young faith that must die by the hands of time. The time I do not have to write stories I wish I could. Maybe if summer comes along I will finish those marvelous ideas you’ve given me, but until then I must struggle with daylight savings time.

If anyones genuinely interested in my crazy thing called life, I could start a midnight rant blog for you guys to piece together my rabid thoughts for a life as if I were as perfectly imperfect as a fictional character.

Anyways I’m off to bed please get some rest.

Here's a quote I wrote on another midnight rant to congratulate you on making it this far: "I show indifference when I need love. I show love to fight off indifference."

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these are really fun to make, 10/10 would recommend

i dont think i posted these but here i made a little frog pattern to make tiny frog toys with my grandma

this is the first lil guy I made while still learning how i should sew it

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Archive Of Our Own~ineffablebooklover200

so.... I took ur advice... at 3 in the morn after an adventure worthy of it's own AU...

The account is ineffablebooklover200 and the only thing posted so far is The Crow Cafe part 1, but it's done!

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Archive Of Our Own~ineffablebooklover200

so.... I took ur advice... at 3 in the morn after an adventure worthy of it's own AU...

The account is ineffablebooklover200 and the only thing posted so far is The Crow Cafe part 1, but it's done!

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<3

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Bucky Rose

a Sambucky Sleeping Beauty AU

Part 2

Authors Note: Hi!!! I'm back(kinda)! I got a new computer (yay!) so now I can get back to writing :) Here is part two of the sambucky AU, the ending gets a bit rough, so a slight trigger warning for self harm. There will be a part three :) Happy New Year Everyone!

Part 1 here!

“I’m sorry what?” Bucky exclaimed.

Merriweather had earned two slaps on the back of the head, both delivered by Flora and Fauna.

Merriweather just rubbed her head in frustration. “It’s obvious isn’t it? And better he know now than at the party!”

Bucky just stood to the side, mouth agape. It all lined up. And in truth, it was quite obvious. His sixteenth birthday, on the same day as the prince? Could very well have been a coincidence, but it did line up. The fact that his godmothers were not his biological mothers, something he had known for a long time? Yup.

“But what…” The three godmothers looked up from their bickering.

“Yes darling?” Fauna asked, wringing her hands together on her crumpled hat.

His voice cracked, just a bit, but a sense of purpose lifted it to sound hopeful as he asked a question he was afraid to ask long ago. “Why would they send me away?”

Flora clenched Fauna’s arm, nerves swirling around her as she grasped for something she could say to make Bucky not look so sad. “Oh honey, there are many reasons parents give their children away, you do know that right? And it’s usually only out of love sweety, only out of love.”

“And this was out of the most love,” Merriweather added thoughtfully.

“Yes, the king and queen love you very much darling,” Fauna nodded.

“But why-”

“It’s Maleficent,” Merriweather blurted out. “She cursed you.”

“Yes, quite. And they sent you away safely, they did. Your parents that is.”

“You wern’t supposed to find love you see, you were supposed to fall asleep on this day and they-”

“-the king and queen that is-”

“-yes thank you Merriweather, the king and queen sent you away because they were afraid for your safety.”

“All out of love.”

“Yes darling, all out of love.” The three worried godmothers waited in anticipation as Bucky absorbed the news.

“Oh,” was all he said for the rest of the way.

~•~

Once they reached the main part of town, the mothers went shopping for a bit; one of their first stops had been to get Bucky some clothes and a cloak from a shop picked out by the king himself. Bucky waded through crowds in the square as his mothers weaved through the various stores.

Bucky picked a fountain to perch on and twiddled his fingers around the thick cloak until a familiar face showed up, no one but a horse in tow.

“Well aren’t you looking rich,” a voice scoffed behind Bucky.

Bucky turned, rolling his eyes.

“What, you have a problem with that, Prince Sam?”

Sam just scoffed. “Just wondering where you nicked that outfit from, or who. Now I’m not telling, but I’m just wondering. You know, asking for a friend and all.”

Bucky swiveled around, eyeing Sam as he smirked. “Come to think of it, you don’t sound all that princely to me. Where are your parents anyways?”

The eleven year old turned his nose up. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“Likewise.”

“Let’s just say they couldn’t make it.”

Bucky scrunched his eyebrows. “Sounds suspicious.”

“You don’t question a prince. And anyways,” Sam leaned in, “Let's just say, from one commoner to another, how else am I supposed to get free royal sweets if I don’t show up as one?” Sam winked.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised. Now that was something he didn’t see coming. “You- I- Well… that’s a bit funny now isn’t it.”

“What’s so funny ‘bout it?” Sam pouted.

Bucky just let out a deep chuckle. “First off, lose the commoner accent if you want royals to think you’re one of them. Second off-”

“Bucky! Time to go!”

“-I gotta go, see ya commoner Sam!”

Sam just stared after Bucky, pushing out his lower lip. “You’ve got quite the commoner accent too,” he mumbled after Bucky.

~•~

After the market, Bucky was taken, hidden under his hood, by his step mothers as they made their way into the castle through a servants gate. They arrived in the room, tired from their trek. Bucky sat on the bed, feeling a little more than overwhelmed.

The mothers locked the door and looked on at their child. Merriweather pulled out her wand and waved it, procuring a sparkling gold crown from nothing but air. Bucky’s jaw dropped.

“Yes dear, we’re magic, we’re sorry to say that you best get over it quick, there’s lots to do,” Flora explained as she placed it atop his head.

Bucky just swallowed. “So I guess my name is Aleric then?”

“Your name is whatever you choose it is Buck- well… what would you like it to be?”

Bucky slumped but smiled slightly. “Bucky is just fine, thank you. Anything else I’m supposed to know?”

The three fairies looked at eachother. “Was there a marriage arranged?” “No, no I don’t believe so. You know, the curse and all.” “But King Stephan-” “No, I don’t think there should be.”

“Arranged marriage?” Bucky called out. “But… why?”

The three looked back to Bucky. “Well dear, with running a kingdom and all well… I’m sure you’ve been thinking about it?”

Bucky had been thinking about Steve, and that strange boy who pretended to be something more, all for the gain of better food. “Uh…”

“Well dear, when you’re king, you uh… have to produce an heir… To the throne.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, his heart racing. “You don’t mean I have to… do.. That.”

The three fairies jumped about, trying to console Bucky. “Oh no dear, we can figure all that out later but-”

“But the king was very specific on having-”

“Shut up Merriweather! I’m sure it's not- Oh dear he’s crying.”

Bucky was too overwhelmed. He hadn’t met Steve in the forest that day like he was supposed to, his birthday party was early so they could travel for someone else’s birthday party, which then happened to be his birthday party, which then happened to be because he was the prince, which then happened to be because he was cursed and adopted, which then meant someone tried to kill him when he was just a baby. All of that, and now he had to get married to someone he didn’t know and would never love?

“We’ll uh… well we’ll give you some space darling. We know it’s unfair, but we’ll figure it out after today alright? Just stay here okay?”

So the three fairies filed out of the room, leaving Bucky to break down. He had no clue who he was, and had no clue who he would be.

As he cried, a dark essence, unknown to Bucky who already felt a dark essence in his mind from the day’s events, filled the room. It clustered into a small heat next to Bucky’s bed, giving off an unhealthy green glow. It slithered and sneered and withered, settling into the shape of a sphere, bright and dense.

Bucky looked up, confused then immediately mesmerized by it. It was strange and unusual, yet he wasn’t frightened. It felt familiar. Slowly and silently, he rose to follow it as it took him through a hidden passage in his room.

Up and up he went, but his eyes never left the glowing orb. Soon he arrived in a small room, a spinning wheel placed in the center. He blinked and the orb was gone, instead a tall, gothic looking woman peered down at him, her eyes as green as the magic glow of the orb.

Bucky fell, the exhaustion back at full blast now that the orb distracting his mind was gone. Maleficent, her prepared speech interrupted by Bucky’s fall, rushed to his side.

“Oh goodness, what have we here?” Maleficent frowned, slightly disgusted by the boy, yet intrigued.

Bucky just clutched to the elder’s dark clothes, starting to sob. “I can’t do this anymore, I can’t!” he wailed.

Maleficent was confused. “And so you find solace in a stranger? You hardly know me and you’re getting your… tears on my robe.”

“I understand now, what they want from me. But I know that I cannot do it. It’s all happening too fast, please,” Bucky begged, though he knew not of what he begged for. He sensed a power from Maleficent, but he did not sense her magic. She just seemed strong, solem, and independant.

Maleficent hesitated. “I uh… hmm. I can’t do much, but uhhh… hmm.” She took some time to think. Her fortune telling wife had been oddly specific about the prince and the course of his life, but Maleficent expected something different, that maybe the prince would resist his fate.

“It’s a change, my love. This boy carries a change for the Kingdom, a change that might let us live freely among the others, and not as outcasts.” Ah yes, Maleficent had been very angry when the King had refused their marriage and banished them from his Kingdom. So before Maleficent and her sweet wife left for woods and wed, she had wished for a time where she could be happy, and not have to live in fear of being found or her wife killed.

She shook herself back to reality, realizing the boy had stopped tugging on her clothes. He was headed for the spinning wheel.

“Wait!” Maleficent cried, slamming her staff on the ground.

Bucky turned to the witch, eyes puffy and red. “I feel the need to touch it,” he whimpered.

Maleficent’s heart cried out for the boy, but she kept a stoic face. “Touch that, and you sleep for a very long time.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “Like death?”

Maleficent thought about it. “No, but you’ll wake up to someone who loves you, and who you love in return.”

“So a long time? Or never?” Bucky had a strange gleam in his eye that Maleficent would soon figure out was hope.

“Dear child, this doesn’t have to be. There may be fate, but it is what you make it. Why are you-”

Bucky didn’t let her finish. “I’m just so tired,” he breathed out, then jabbed his finger onto the spinning wheel as the bell tower rang out.

A puff of magic -or was it fate?- and the scent of blood filled the room. Maleficent ran to the boy as he collapsed for a very long time.

-So that was part two, stay tuned for part three! Thanks!

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Merry xmas and happy holidays! Hope you had the best time ever 🎄💗🙏🏻

Thanks so much! Sorry I was out for a family gathering(HMM family...) most of the Holidays but Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you (and everyone) too! Family can be rough, and I hope everyone had someone to go to, even if it's people online who love you unconditionally.

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Holà, I love your work so much and I was wondering if you'd be okay doing something for me? This is kinda AU-ish or supernatural idk... This is about Usnavi, Sony and female OC (who you can name whatever name you'd like, Latina ofc). As December starts, Usmavi's memories from his past start to resurface and he's having these frightening dreams that includes snow, light flickering, blackout... And always the same woman, asking for help, giving him a head so he can follow her... He always fees like he is suffocating, panicking. He dont know who she is, but he has to follow her.... The nightmares really starts to get on his mental health and Sonny, who is crashing at his place (because you know, his dad's backstory and stuff) genuinely that's to get worried about his cousin when he sees him awake in the middle of the night, struggling with the store ect... Eventually one day, the girl walks in into Usnavi's life and he feels like he has lost his mind... Maybe there is more to the story? Well basically that is it I know it's a bit messy plot I hope you'll enjoy it feel free to change stuff or adjusting things you can even create a backstory for the girl and include other characters. Do you think it'd be possible take it long? Like not novel length but I am such a s*cher for long stories. Mucho Gracias xoxo

Lo siento for not posting in such a long time, and I’m sorry for making this one short, but there will be more parts(just you wait!!!)! (I’ll post this particular story under #UsanvisWinterDreamsAU and #ibl writing commissions until I can get an AO3 up and running, so if you want, look out for that!)

But I love this wintery theme since December has recently started (happy holidays!!!) and I love this mysterious prompt. So without further ado, here it is!!!

Usanvi's Winter Dreams~an ITH AU

The flakes, lighter than feathers but impeccably colder, drifted slowly and noiselessly towards the warm glass of the window. He wasn’t sure if he was inside or out in the blizzard, but a gust of prickling anxiety swept his stomach. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

It was dark out, as it usually is on a snowy day en Washington Heights. The streetlights were lit like little luciérnagas, and some might even say the lights resembled the stars, las estrellas, helping to guide people home.

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But as Usnavi took a step through the cold, the stars flickered. They no longer lit up the little snowflakes, no longer lighting the path. Panic seized Usnavi, stuck in the cold and alone as the lights shut out and the city went silent. The city’s mechanical hum was gone.

And then she appeared, fragile as the snow crunches beneath your feet, five yards ahead of him in the snow. She was hunched over, and the silence around them amplified her soft sobs. Usanvi was shocked to hear his name.

“Ayudame, ayudame por favor,” she whispered in a hushed tone. She sounded rushed, as if the cold only let air escape her lungs in short, harsh breaths.

And then she stood, but not fully upright, and Usnavi could tell she was injured by the way she held herself. Her dark arms wrapped around her shivering body, as if she were to come apart if someone simply blew her over. He tried to suck in a breath, but found that he couldn’t. He couldn’t breathe.

As he started to panic, the lady in the snow raised her arm, snowflakes already attaching to her tanned but goosebumped skin.

“Usnavi, ayudame!”

And then he met her gaze. It was a piercing, chocolate stare that cut through the air and bored right into his own. The air suddenly got heavier and heavier, sucking the air out of Usnavi’s lungs. It pressed a metal clamp on his chest, and he felt tired. But he had to say something.

“Who… Qui- Quién eres?” He managed to whisper out, but regretted it instantly as the air escaped his lungs.

She just gave him that strong look, and she opened her mouth to talk. But before she could do anything more, Usnavi felt panic take him as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“AH!” Usnavi gasped as he bolted upright. He gasped for air and grasped at his bedsheets, grounding himself and glad that he was no longer suffocating.

Usnavi looked around his dimly lit room, his eyes tracing over every familiar thing he could find. He was home, and he was safe. A shiver ran down his spine from something more than just the cold, and he pulled his discarded blanket back up to his exposed chest.

After getting his breathing back to normal, he checked the time. He still had two hours until the shop opened. Rattled by the strange dream, he lingered in his bed a little longer before swinging his legs over the side of the bed to get ready for the day.

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Stay tuned for part two! And thank you so much for your patience!

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Hey you, hope you are well and healthy - missing your writings 🥺

You are so sweet! Your comment means so much to me! I have seen better days, school is a bit too much for my mind to handle at the moment, as seen by my utter lack of existing on Tumblr. I’m going to try and keep posting, I’m afraid it won’t be as regular as I would like, but I still love writing, and actually there is a short section of a commission that I will be posting in a little bit!

So thank you so much!! I am very insecure and tired, so please bear with me, but I love you all so much :)

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matthias: you have friends and i envy that

nina: you're welcome to share them

matthias: [looks at kaz and jesper]

matthias: i don't want those

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please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

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hey - its spooky season 👻 🎃 do you plan on writing/posting some themed prompts?

Hi :) I should probably post more.... but now that you’ve asked, I was planning on doing some mini crowtober prompts, I just haven’t had the time, but maybe I will now :) Are there any short October fics you’d like? (Currently, I’m working on an ITH nightmare AU that I feel like is also a wintery fic)

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