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[scareqrowbranwen]

What ship do you wish you could write more for? Any ships you won’t write? Are there characters you wish you could write?

//Honestly there are a lot of things I'd love to write more of! Bees and snowbirds primarily! Although getting Qrow and Winter to behave is like pulling teeth lmao But my brain is also fickle so that could change by tomorrow lol

I mean primarily I won't ship Qrow (or Summer of course) with any of the kids cause like... he's not dating people he nieces age lol. Winter is like his age cutoff tbh. Other than that Qrow/Robyn, Jaune/Ruby, Ruby/Oscar, and Blake/Sun are things I definitely don't ship. I just don't really like them as ships and prefer them as platonic bffs.

I mean I like to think I can write any of these assholes if I put my mind to it but Raven and Winter in particular tend to give me trouble lmao not sure why I just can't always wrap my brain around them

[normallyxstranger]

@draggeddowntothedark sent: 'Did you just spill your drink on me?' From Natalie, to Taran or Sylvie, dealers choice //ello! Hope this is okay for a first interaction!

    Was she pissed at him, for something she did? After all, if she hadn’t turned and gotten in his way, he wouldn’t have spilled the sticky soda all over her. So, entirely her fault. He couldn’t even really be mad—annoyed at the loss of his Coke, but whatever.  

     And to see her dripping with it, clothes stained—it was funny. A grin pulled at his lips, his sharpened eye-teeth prominent for half a second before he spoke. “Shit. I couldn’t have aimed better if I’d tried. That’s a fucking mess.”

[thegirlwondcr]

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. // [ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

Unplugging is the best way for her to de-stress overall. But that can't be just sitting in her room with just her thoughts, she has to be doing something to still keep her mind busy and distracted.

The go-to for her would be to just watch something on Netflix since it involves little energy/skill and can keep her head fully immersed. She loves the trash reality shows and will keep Bruce up to date on what couples she thinks won't make it. She also likes just doing small things that do require some skill but is fine with it as long as there’s no pressure; two of the biggest being making cupcakes from a box mix or nail painting. 

[freeddead]

@opportunistic-chicanery​​ said: “good  times  :  what  represents  the  best  part  of  your  muse’s  life  ?  a  person  ,  object  ,  place  ?  something  else  ?”

muse questions | accepting

That would definitely be a person—specifically Jonathan Sims.  Gerry can’t say that his life before his death was all that enjoyable, or even that he really got to live at all.  It was only Jon finding a way to bring him back from the dead that gave him the opportunity to really experience life for the first time, something outside of the Entity bullshit.  Of course, he still deals with the Entity bullshit now and again, but it’s a far cry from the days in which it was all he would do.

Gerry does have a tendency to be a little bit codependent, first on his mother, and then on Gertrude, and yes, now it has extended to Jon.  Gerry has bad social anxiety and a plethora of other issues that stop him from making friends easily, especially given that most of the people left in the office by the time he comes back to life are women, who make him exceptionally nervous.  So, he latches onto Jon immediately and very hard, but they’re both working on getting him to a place where he has more than one friend.  It’s just a process.

But yeah, every remotely good thing that has happened in Gerry’s life has happened because of Jon, or at least that’s the way he sees it.  So, he’s real ride-or-die for the guy and thinks that he can do very little wrong.  He will go to bat for so much of Jon’s stupidity and defend him from others like, “How dare you talk shit about the greatest person I know?” even when the people talking shit are objectively right, haha!

[icybreaths]

"The battle is over, the blades are sheathed, and all is peace." His head tilts upwards for a moment, as his brow furrows. The edges of his eyes grow moist for a moment, before he swallows down something that caught in his throat. When his eyes open once more, they are dry and focused. "I shall attend to my subordinate's funeral, I must prepare the body, ensure all..." As he goes to step, he collapses to a knee, a hand grasps his side. He is in no condition.

|| @burdenedreverance || Asks ||

In the life of a soldier, loss was inevitable. Some of the fighters she’d seen come into her division were snuffed out on their first combative field missions. Ones eagerness did not always amount to strength or tact in battle. The Eleventh had the worst turn over in terms of survivors, and having been a part of her squad for so long, grief did not grip her way it used to. All of the countless, silent goodbyes had numbed her soul, and it was but one of many snowflakes in the blizzard of her mind that left her disconnected from others.

The lieutenant is there at his side. Nothing she could say could bring him from the depths of his turmoil, she knew that. Every life lost speared the joy a soldier was supposed to feel in the aftermath. The battle was over but peace was not the resolution that settled on this battlefield. He was beaten down, wounded, grieving, and still trying to fill the sorrow shot through his temple with some sort of strength despite it all. His will was strong.

“I’ll getcha to a healer,” Jewel spoke calmly, “then you can attend ta yer fallen.”

A pause. “… I will assist you if necessary.”

[sofiaruelle]

❄️☃️The SDV Girlies in their winter garb!☃️❄️

One side how i interpreted their lil avatars and then the other side is just me playing dress up lmao.

“Bois when?” Dunno. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I will if anyone donates screenshots.

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[rjshope]

find something to love in your life as much as namjoon loves music (so much that he makes a heart above his head)

[milk-lover]

Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."

Here's a line that got me in particular:

"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."

(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)

[salamispots]

a rug hook commission for @stickynotebirds! :O (who also drew the original sketch/design and I tweaked it a little bit)

[trustyalt]

he can't do it when you're watching!!

[pangur-and-grim]

I have been behind on the times but have just binged your blog and firstly I hope your girls feel better soon, pancreatitis is rotten! Secondly, I am in love with your son and I am SO happy about his existence! Devons are my absolute favourite cat breed and I get so excited then they come into work. Crusty old devons are my weakness.

Ps, the photo of him sobbing on the vet table had me CACKLING. I adore him. I’m so happy for you. I’m sending strength to the ladies.

Xoxo your biggest fan + her half a dozen dogs (and these two)

pancreatitis is so nasty. when they go off food, I wish there was some way to say "nooooooooo you need that to live!" and have them understand.

it's a huge relief that they're both home and eating now!

as for the new boy, he is perfectly healthy and happy, and having the first catnip trip of his young life

[bitchheroine]

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

@kxllerblond | meme | accepting

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels? - Not only can Meg walk in heels, she can fight in them. If you're quick, stilettos can be a weapon, after all. That said, Meg on a normal day favors a sturdy combat boot, fits with her punky aesthetic a bit better, and also easier to keep on if she needs to run somewhere.

⛄️ - What would be your muse’s ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What’s their favorite season? - Meg definitely prefers warmer weather, better for beaching and for laying in the sun, she is a demon from a fiery inferno after all. She loves summer. But, I will say, she would 100% get incredibly excited for snow, and wanna run around in it.

[wolvesandshine]

I’m so convinced that the only reason the Marauders find out about Remus being a werewolf is because of Regulus cause let’s be real all of them are dumbasses like this is how it prob went down

Sirius: My new best friend gets sick every month I don’t know what to do

Regulus *innocently*: oh so he’s like a werewolf?

Sirius *scandalised* : No-

Sirius: *thinking back to all the times Remus’s sickness coincided with the full moon*

Sirius: Oh fuck

[desperate-baitmeat]

Dad told me he had an extra special dessert for me tonight. Just come see him at night when Mom’s gone to bed and I can have it. After I hear the door to their room close, I know she’s in bed, and I sneak downstairs. I am so excited to see Dad waiting for me!

“I made us some Daddy-daughter brownies,” he says gently, “just for us to share tonight while we watch your favourite movie, sweetie.”

I thank him and take the biggest looking piece off the plate as we settle onto the couch and turn the tv on. After 30 minutes sitting together watching the movie, i start feeling kind of strange.

“Dad, my body feels weird and I can’t focus on the movie anymore,” I whine.

He tells me not to worry and how much he’s enjoying our movie night together. He brings the plate over and offers,

“Have another brownie, kiddo. That should help you feel better.”

While eating more, I vaguely notice Dad’s hand caressing my leg under the blanket. He probably just likes spending time with his daughter..nothing to worry about.

As the movie continues, he gently runs his fingers up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy.

Now anxious and having a hard time gathering my thoughts, I ask him, “Dad, what are you doing?”

“Shhh sweetheart, I just want you to feel good,” he replies softly as his hand finds the top of my pjs and slips under the waistband.

His fingers reach my clit and he starts delicately playing with it under his fingertips. I don’t know what to do other than sit there and let his hands touch my body. Soon he grabs my hand and leads it under the blanket, reaching towards his legs. I feel his hard bulge under his pants as he uses my hand to rub himself.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he praises while putting my hand inside his pants. “Show me how much you love me, sweetheart, rub Daddy’s cock for him.”

Frozen in place and feeling warm and fuzzy in my head from his fingers continuous stimulation, I wrap my delicate hand around his thick cock and start moving up and down. As soon as my hand starts in motion, his fingers move further into my pjs and find the entrance of my pussy. He feels how wet he’s made me and laughs softly.

“Is Dad making your little cunt feel nice?” He asks.

I barely know what’s happening anymore more. I’m just focused on doing what Dad says and getting through our movie night. My nod indicating a yes makes him smile.

“I’m not going to be able to sit still very long, kiddo. Don’t you feel how happy you’re making me?”

He pulls my hand away from him and gets up from the couch. He’s got a more serious look on his face as he says,

“This might not make your cunt feel as nice, sweetie, but I really can’t help myself right now. Lay back on the couch for me and just relax, okay?”