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[intotheelliwoods]

One of these days I need to just, dedicate, a full day to reblogging stuff

[ilovejoo]

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habits they get from dating you; enhypen

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heeseung

always looking for you in a crowd to make sure you were doing okay, even if the situation doesn't call for worry

at parties, he can't help but scan the room to look for your familiar eyes. were you doing okay? were you having fun?

when performing while you're in the audience, he looks for your approval in the crowds while also ensuring that you were safe. was his singing as good as the singing he shows you at 3am on the living room couch? were you being trampled by his fans?

this type of habit that he developed is something he really can't help: though he trusts you to take care of yourself, he just wants the best for you.

subconsciously putting food on your plate before he takes his own

this can mean sneaking an extra choco pie into his pocket from a en-o-clock episode site or grilling the meat and placing it on your plate for you during kbbq nights. he grabs the first slice of pizza for you, reaches for the best piece of pie for you, and makes sure you have food to eat before he starts taking and shoving his own food into his mouth, even though everyone knows how much he values eating.

he saves the first, last, and best bites for you. if he knows you like a certain side dish, he'll move his onto your plate.

jay

making meals for two rather than one, or eight rather than the seven of his group

he got so used to cooking for you that even when you aren't there, he finds himself making a bigger meal than he used to out of habit.

two servings of ramen- damn, he only meant to make it for himself, but he added two on accident since two is the amount he makes every time.

whenever he's cooking, naturally he adds a few scoops extra of each ingredient without even thinking; caring for you and making sure you have food to eat is something he does subconsciously.

calling you "my" when talking to other people, as in "my baby," "my y/n," "my darling"

you overheard him talking to jungwon while referring to you as "my y/n," and you felt your heart skip a beat. "my y/n baked me a cupcake the other day!" or "my darling studied all night for their exam, i hope they aren't too tired."

the way you both know that he is yours and you are his is something that incorporated itself into his daily life and daily conversations.

jake

seeing you in every little thing, from the clouds in the sky to his eyes naturally spotting your favorite snack

his members are tired of hearing "oh y/n likes this!" "this looks like y/n!" "this reminds me of when y/n..." jake cannot get you out of his head, he is so down bad for you that every little thing reminds him of you.

somehow he will connect the color of a random car to the time when you went to the movies together and the commercial that played had the same shade of gray somewhere in it. romantic?

saying "i love you" literally every waking moment

when you wake up, in your sleepy eyes and messed up hair, he can't help but express the love he holds for you. seeing you shove a cupcake into your mouth: he's never seen anything more perfect in his life. you scored a 50% on your final exam: it's completely fine!

everything from your strengths to your flaws about you is so perfect, mesmerizing, lovable to him, and so he finds himself saying the words "i love you" every hour, every day. every time he feels grateful to have you in his life, he says a quick "love you," which is much more often than you would think.

sunghoon

playing with your fingers whenever you were next to him

like in iland where often he found himself fidgeting with the hand of the person next to him, your hand is always in his once he mustered the courage to grasp it the first time. rings, fingers, nails, anything on your hands becomes his personal fidget toy: all anxieties gone, all pressures relieved, everything perfectly fine. sometimes he will crack your knuckles, pinch your skin, earning a playful slap on his shoulder from you; the different ways he plays with your hands are endless.

asking questions like "did you sleep well?" or "was the food good?"

is this him being awkward and not knowing what to say to fill up silence, or is this him being a caring boyfriend? neither of you know, but you do know that he still genuinely wants to know in order to check up on you and make sure everything is good. his "did you like the chicken" translates to "i love you and i want everything to be just perfect in your life."

sunoo

attentively studying the hair stylists to learn how to do your hair when he gets back home

whenever his stylist tries something new on him, a different idol from another group, or one of his members and he finds himself particularly liking it, he studies it to the best of his ability to best replicate it when he sees you again. the way the straightener moves, the type of products to use: he memorizes it all.

he will see a certain style and think about how good it would look on you, and how he needs to see it on you asap, so learning from a real professional would be the best way to do it.

saving saturday nights for dates and building his schedule around it every week

"wait, saturday night? i can't, i have plans." he did not have plans.. yet. but! every saturday is saved for you, no matter what. therefore, on the way home, he picked up some face masks and candles for a self care night.

he finds himself saving every single saturday night just for you, no matter what may come up. he loves spending time with you, so having this time together means a lot to him.

jungwon

taking selfies everywhere to send mini updates of literally his entire life

you're his personal diary at this point, with the number of selfies and pictures he takes and sends to you. you thought he takes a lot of pictures for his fans? while that is true, he takes double the amount for you.

he makes up for all the time you guys are apart by updating you on things like his meals, practice ending, going to sleep, his member leaving his sock on his bed, etc. does it get too personal sometimes? yes, but you love it.

watching for your safety whether you are known for your clumsiness or not, his hands always ready to grab you

whether this means walking on the outer side of the sidewalk or hovering over you when you walk down the stairs, your safety is his priority.

when you bend down to grab something, he walks behind you so you feel safe, covered, and nobody bumps into you. when your head is dangerously close to the corner of a table, his hand gravitates between your head and the edge to prevent any potential injuries.

he can't bear to see you hurt or in pain, so he'll do his best for that not to happen.

niki

always sleeping with something by his side, and he can't sleep without the feeling of another presence right next to him

his members have been replaced by you at night sleeping next to him. twiddling with your hair as your eyes began to close, snuggling into that crook in your neck: all flows right into his nightly routine. after a while, he got too used to your warmth that whenever you are absent, he can't fall asleep.

this is where weighted stuffed animals, heated blankets, and such came into play; he really could not sleep without you, or at least a subpar replica of you.

dancing, singing, and trying to look his best whenever you're around to impress you and earn words of praise

"y/n look over here!" he'd do a quick but fancy dance move that he learned in the middle of your living room.

"wait, watch this." he'll play a video of him that heeseung took of him shooting a basketball into the hoop from afar.

"did you see our new performance? wasn't i just so cool in it?" he will say anything to hear praise coming from your lips: of course, he hears it all the time from his fans, but hearing it from you has a different meaning, so he makes sure to always look his best and impress you with all that he does.

he wants to look ultra cool and awesome in front of you, but can you blame him? he's just so in love with you.

[ms-demeanor]

since twitter has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, and reddit has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, what do we do now that tumblr is becoming (more) actively hostile to its users? i’ve been here for over a decade so i know tumblr users are the type to cling on despite everything and revel in undoing every change, but i’m so tired of the way this website breaks the way it fundamentally works in order to appeal to new users. the twitterfication of the site seems so much worse than when people jumped ship after the porn ban, and even then, only small communities (and twitter) cropped up as solutions. you might not be the person to ask for a definitive answer, but i figured a tech blog might be interested in considering - what do we do when there’s nowhere left to go?

Okay so, I mean this very seriously: how has tumblr meaningfully become like twitter?

I don't personally find the sidebar view obnoxious and it seems to me like just another layout change that's pretty typical to tumblr. New users are getting signed up with a bit more emphasis on algorithmic feeds, but that is still very easy to change (MUCH easier than on any other social platform) and the algorithm has been there for everyone for quite a while, we just typically don't notice it because a lot of long-term tumblr users don't go into the "for you" feed.

I don't think that tumblr *has* fundamentally broken the way that it works to appeal to new users. My dash now is still very much like my dash in 2019, and still very much like my dash in 2018 (though much less pornographic). Reblogs are still reblogs, likes are still likes. Replies, for all that they seem like they've been around forever, are new and good and I think they work well. I'm irritated that the notes menu doesn't have a "view all" option but I think that's a worthwhile tradeoff for an easy way to see tags.

I *do not* understand why tumblr has broken linking back to previous reblogs but I don't think that's out of an effort to act like twitter; it is a bizarre choice that I dislike and don't understand but I also don't think that it has fundamentally changed the way the site works and i mean you've been around long enough that I'm sure you've had the same experience I have of going into the notes of a post and randomly clicking until you found a version that you wanted to reblog without a bunch of bullshit at the bottom. Tumblr has always kind of sucked, this change DOES suck but it doesn't suck in a way that is particularly novel or insurmountable. (For instance, I think this change sucks MUCH LESS than when they made posts with links invisible to the search, that is something that is genuinely bad that has been long lasting but doesn't get brought up much in lists of the ways that tumblr has gone wrong)

Tumblr *is* changing, but I think it is changing more incrementally and less terribly than other parts of the internet. I also hate the floating clown, the login walls, the dash-only view for blogs (you can't archive it and I HATE that), and - to an extent - the new lightbox on mobile. And I dislike that less than I thought I would but I don't think it's a fundamental change that necessarily impacts my interactions with the site - it *adds* a feature that I don't care for but it doesn't *break* anything that I require to have a good time on tumblr - in that way I think of it very much like Live. People hate Live so much and I find that perplexing because it is so easy to simply ignore it.

But that's not really your question; that's just some stuff I want people to think about because as much as tumblr has changed in the last two years it is nowhere near as fucked up as the recent things that twitter and reddit have pulled.

So, as to your question: where do we go?

Well. Not to be an extremely old person on the internet, but damned if I don't miss email lists. And forums. God I miss forums. Neither of those things has all the bonuses of platforms like twitter or reddit or tumblr or facebook, but they were great ways to hang out with people you liked on the internet.

The internet is changing. I can feel it, you can feel it, I'm pretty sure we're all like cattle in a field lifting our noses and hearing some distant rumbling and becoming slowly aware that it's almost time to run. There's a coming stampede and it isn't here yet but you know it's on its way. You're not imagining that, that's how things feel right now and there are a shitload of things contributing to it.

Things like SESTA/FOSTA and KOSA (which has not passed yet but is a big red flag waving on the horizon) have been eroding away the way that users on various platforms can function. Some platforms have consolidated in ways that harm users; some new platforms have popped up and shaken up the map of the internet; some platforms are being torn apart brick by brick by owners who don't care about the users. It kind of seems like people are actually looking up and realizing that advertising is A) bad and B) doesn't actually work and I think we're running straight toward another advertising-based crash like we saw in 2017. It feels like all the desperate things that tumblr is doing is just rearranging deck chairs on the titanic as the internet as a whole starts to sink into the ocean.

Honestly, I don't think it's that bad. I think it *feels* bad, but I think we're looking at a slow whimpering death of the platforms, not a bang. I think tumblr is going to hang on at least for a few years and I think it's going to end up like livejournal and myspace, which both still exist as websites that are recognizable as updated versions of the sites they were in 2004-2010. The thing that I think would really, honestly hurt tumblr in a fundamental way is if it moved to a more algorithmic and data-sales based model of advertising, and I think that's still pretty distant. I think Automattic is aware that killing the chronological feed would be the one unforgivable sin that would cause a mass exodus and a final crash, and I think when we see that, when we can't just scroll through the feed and see what our friends did that day in order of when they did it, that's when the party is over here.

But that's still not answering your question.

So, where do we go? What do we do? Well, for now, I'd say it's a good time to get contact info for your friends across various platforms. Get email addresses, get phone numbers.

Now is also the time for you to set up a personal website. NeoCities is currently the best place to do this, though it takes a lot more effort than just starting a blog on tumblr. I think that various oldschool blogging sites like Wordpress and Blogger/Blogspot/whatever the hell the google one is are a better place to have your emergency backup than a more platform-y platform if you aren't up to doing something with NeoCities.

If you've got the ability to do so and a group of people who are interested in the same core subject, set up a forum. There's a decent amount of off-the-shelf forum software out there and a text-and-small-images forum isn't prohibitively expensive, but it's never going to be huge and you're never going to have the kind of spread and virality and random connections that you would on a platform with millions or billions of users.

If you can't set up a forum, setting up or joining a discord server for your friends is a decent enough option at the moment, and may be a very good option for people who are looking to keep their interactions more private.

But yeah i think right now is a great time for people to start setting up their own personal websites, to start visiting actual webpages again, to start bookmarking their friends' websites, and to start collecting contact info that isn't tied to platforms.

[lokischocolatefountain]

Picture || Mister Miller

Part 2 of Mister Miller. Read Part 1 here.

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+ (masturbation, nudes, looking at someone’s nudes without consent, girthy age gap, boyfriend’s dad!Joel, pervy Joel, potential future infidelity, no outbreak)

Word Count: 960 words

Summary: Joel knows he shouldn’t, especially with the guilt of his shameful secret sitting heavy in his chest. But there are so many pictures of you and he is just a man.

A/N: Day 1 was so much fun! I hope everyone is having a good December. Thank you to everyone who reblogged, commented, and liked. It means a lot 🥹. Now here’s our favorite old man for day 2. Tomorrow will be my OG, the one who got me into this Pedro Pascal mess- Javier Peña... Keep a look out for more in the Masterlist. Aaaand leave your girl a comment please🥺🥺

“You should get a new one,” Matt said, typing something up real fast on his laptop.

Joel snorted and said, “Sure, I’ll sell that little computer of yours and buy myself a nice iPhone with the four cameras and shit.”

“It’s three cameras and a LiDAR scanner, dad,” he snarked, finally unlocking his spare phone and sliding it across the table to Joel.

“What’s that? Like the scanner on printers?” He asked, confused once more by technology. The kind of things that came out these days were too much for him to be able to wrap his mind around. Chat GPT, hyaluronic acid, iPads, this fucking scanner thing.

“It’s this sensor that projects invisible lasers and gets data on how far every single thing is. And that way, it can map an entire room,” he said, using gestures to mimic laser beams shooting into a room.

“Sounds like it’ll be more useful in construction. The fuck you need that for?”

He shrugged and went back to his work, the clacking of keys filling up the room once more. Whatever. He needed a spare phone to replace his shit blackberry Sarah got him eons ago. The thing had been through a lot with him and honestly, he couldn’t be too mad at it for dying on him. In all the years he had it, he had taken a few pictures here and there of his kids. But everything else in his gallery was filled with pictures of worksites. Broken pumps, proof to send clients that they were at the site that day, pictures of sample tiles to show clients… Nothing personal. It was the only thing he did on that phone other than making calls.

As he retired for the day, he thought to learn about his new old phone a little. See if the camera was any better. He propped a pillow up against the headboard and leaned back. When he finally found the camera app, he took a couple pictures of his room. Looking back at them, he was a little glad that his old phone died. The camera on this thing was better. It was newer than his old one, so maybe that was it. He didn’t have complaints about his old one, but damn this was it. It was so fucking good.

He swiped his thumb against the screen, looking at pictures, not stopping when he went back to pictures of his son. Pictures of him partying that he had never shown his old man before. He smiled, going through pictures of a side of his son’s life he never knew. Shit parents never got to see.

His heart leapt out at the next swipe, the screen filled with a picture of a nude woman.

You, he realized as he looked at the face. You had a smile on, the same sweet one you always sent him when you exchanged pleasantries and thanked him for letting you crash at his place for the summer. But the picture of you was anything but sweet.

He swiped to the previous picture, an identical one. Except you were biting your bottom lip and looking at him—at the camera with a sultry gaze. His mouth watered as he focused on your tits. Fuuuck they were good ones, he had to admit. He wasn’t a boob man. Or an ass man, frankly. He was just bad at the whole thing. But yours ignited something in him.

He found an entire album full of nude pictures of you. Pictures you posed for. There was a variety. You nude, you in bikinis, in figure hugging dresses that drove him crazier than the first category. In high heels, sideways pictures of your reflection where you stuck your ass out. One with you sucking on a fucking popsicle. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’d told himself it was wrong. He’d found his pleasure in others. But fuck he couldn’t get his mind off of you. And now here you were, naked on his phone without your knowledge.

As he wrapped his hand around his hardening cock, he knew that he’d lost the fight. He should not be doing this. But just this once. It was his phone now after all. A justification. Weak, but it was all he had in the moment.

He pumped his cock, eyes trained on the pictures of you. He swiped back and forth between the pictures, desperate to have you in all your forms. In the cocktail dresses and the ratty old t-shirts. Wearing the bright red lipstick and the soft pink one. He imagine you, whimpering quietly the way you did that night when he found you fucking yourself in his living room.

He groaned, his cock twitching at the recollection of his creepy voyeurism. He wondered what you sounded like when you had a man. When you didn’t have to rely on your fingers, but had a good girth cock thrusting in and out. When you had a finger rubbing your clit softly. He imagined his large hand full with your breast, his lips sucking on the other one.

On your knees, right here in his bedroom, his cock in your mouth instead of in his fist. As your licked his balls with his cock deep in your throat in his mind’s eye, he exploded, coating his hand in sticky white ropes of his cum. He groaned and pulled out a few tissues, wiping off the mess you’d created.

His perverted mind imagined you still there, eagerly licking up his release. His mind was no longer pleased with such sinful images of you. The clarity that came after his orgasm tasted bitter on his tongue.

He would have to delete the photos. Tomorrow. He’d do it tomorrow.

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TRIGGER WARNING; HOSPITAL SETTING, MENTION OF CHARACTER BEING HOSPITALIZED, CHILD LOSS - INFANT CHILD LOSS MENTION OF THE R WORD

“I fucked up Jon..” Josh whispered over the phone, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I fucked up so bad” 

“What you mean you fucked up?” Jon asked in a harsh tone before letting out a sigh.  “Never mind we’ll talk about that later, don’t none of that shit matters right now Uce,” Jon paused and let out a breath of air. “Yana’s in the hospital Josh. Ms. Imani found her passed out in yall house earlier.” 

“What” Josh whispered after a minute of silence, his heart beating profusely in his chest. “Whatchu’ talkin bout Uce?” 

“Yo deaf or somethin’?” Jon asked, already irritated with his twin.  “Just getcho’ ass back to Pensacola now!” Jon hurriedly hung up on Josh as the door to Kiyana’s hospital room opened and Trinity walked out. 

“That was Josh?” Jon nodded and laced his fingers with his wife’s, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. 

“Yeah, said he missed his flight, tryna get another one now.” Jon lied, trying to keep his face neutral because Trin always knew when he was lying. 

“Jon -” Trinity started but then stopped herself and shook her head. “I know you lying.” She said glaring at him. “He better had a good explanation when he gets here.”

Hospital.. Kiyana’s in the hospital. Josh rushed into the bathroom of Shanté’s hotel room and threw up everything he drank and ate last night. He was sick to his stomach, his wife was in the hospital and he had cheated on her. He walked out of the bathroom, all his belongings before walking, panicking when he realized he was missing an important piece of jewelry. 

“Don’t forget this..” He felt like he needed to go throw up again as Shanté sauntered over with his wedding ring. 

“You gonna take that off?” She asked, her eyes fixated on his wedding ring as he pulled his shirt over his head, 

“You want me too?” She nodded and he shrugged, sliding the ring of his finger and placing it on the nightstand before covering his body with hers, his lips meeting hers in a steamy kiss. 

Josh blinks the memory away and leaves the room without saying another word to Shanté. He was lucky to find a flight to Pensacola on such short notice. The whole plane ride all he could think about was Kiyana and how he was going to tell her about his infidelity. He figured he should wait until after she had the baby, but he didn’t want to hide anything from her. 

Josh walked into Kiyana’s hospital room, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. He took a deep breath and walked over to Kiyana’s bedside placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He looked over to his mom who was glaring at him, he opened his mouth but she shook her head and motioned for him to follow her as she stormed out of the room. 

“What the hell son? I’ve called you like one hundred fuckin’ times!”  Josh’s eyes widened at his mothers use of a curse word. She was fuming. Josh could count on one hand how many times she had used a curse word in his 38 years on this earth. 

“Ma’ I missed my -” She cut him off with a loud suck of her teeth. 

“I don’t wanna hear that shit Joshua! Your flight was last night after the show. How did you miss it? Matter of fact, how did you miss all the phone calls? And don’t say your phone was on silent either because I know damn well your ringer is always on because of Kiyana.” She finished with a glare that shook him to his core. 

“I turned my ringer off because me and Key were fighting.” His mom’s jaw dropped open. “I know it was wrong and childish but she was ignoring me mom. I already feel like shi- I feel bad about it ” Talisua reached up and slapped him on the back of his head. 

“You’re just like your damn father. The one time your wife needed you and you were too childish to answer the damn phone.” she muttered, before turning around and walking back into the hospital room. 

With their mom  and Ms Imani distracted by the doctors, Jon grabbed Josh’s arm and dragged him out of the hospital room and down the hallway a bit so they could have some privacy. “Damn Uce, hold on.” Josh said as he was literally dragged down the hall by his twin brother. 

Once they were far away from having anyone hear them Jon pushed Josh against the wall and glared at him. “What the fuck did you do.” Josh sucked his teeth and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and he looked away from his brother. 

“You called me saying you fucked up and if I know you, you did some fuck shit and it envolves your marriage.”  Josh bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He needed to tell somebody and if he wasn’t ready to tell Kiyana, he needed to tell Jon. 

“I cheated.” Josh took a deep breath and waited for the blow to come. Jon treated Kiyana like a sister, just like how Josh treated Trin. Everytime Josh fucked up Jon was on Kiyana’s side and this time would be no different. 

“Are you retarted or something?” Jon asked, eyes blazing with anger, if Josh looked close enough he could probably see the smoke coming from his ears. “With who? Joshua?” 

“Shanté” 

“Yeah, you dumb.” Jon pushed Josh against the wall, ratling the pictures. “You so fuckin’ stupid. I told ya’ dumbass to stop even entertaining her and now look.” Jon sighed and rubbed his temples. “You gotta tell Kiyana.” Josh nodded.

“I know, I feel so bad, Uce.” 

“As you should” Jon rolled his eyes at his brother before walking back down the hallway and back into the hospital room. 

It had been hours since Kiyana had been admitted to the hospital, and Josh was now getting worried because she had not woken up yet. Even though the doctors said there was nothing to worry about and she had probably passed out from exhaustion, Joshua was still worried. 

“We’re gonna go Josh.” Trin said as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Call us if anything changes.” He stood up and gave her a hug. He tried to give Jon a hug but stopped short at the glare on his face. Josh sighed, sitting back down as they walked out of the hospital room, leaving just him and Kiyana. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Kiyana.” He whispered, bringing her limp hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on it. “Wake up please.” He looked down at his phone with it dinged with a notification

850-555-1232 :can you please call me it’s shanté <;3 

Josh shook his head and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie before placing his head in his hands. He fucked up, big time and he knew once Kiyana found out, she wouldn’t forgive him. 

“Someone important?”  Josh’s head snapped up at the sound of his wife’s voice. “Hey Josh.” She whispered. 

“Key.” He stood up from the chair and hugged her, the best he could with her belly and all the machines and wires in the way, “You had me scared as hell.” He passed her the cup of water that was on the tray when she reached for it. 

“I’m sorry.” She said after she was done drinking. “I was trying to get everything done for my father’s funeral and I think I passed out. All I remember was that I was so tired.” 

“You weren’t sleeping?” She shook her head

“No, I couldn't. I kept thinking about you and my father.” That surprised Josh. 

“You were thinking about me?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t like how mad we were at each other before you went back on the road. It was childish of me to not answer your phone calls and I promise I won’t do it again.” Josh blinked and swallowed hard, he had to tell her. He had to tell Kiyana how he broke his vow to her and fell victim to Shanté’s trap.  

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t say them. He wasn’t prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions, not yet. 

“And I’m sorry for hounding you about not stressing yourself out, I could’ve been more considerate towards you and your feelings ,Key.” He finally said feeling like a punk ass bitch for not coming clean to his wife. 

Kiyana smiled. “You know what today is right?” She asked, turning her head to look out the window. “It always rains on her birthday.” 

“Yeah, I uh- I stopped to put some flowers and a balloon out at the cemetery before I came here earlier. I know you do it every year.”  He reached over and gently wiped the tears off her face. “She would’ve been thirteen this year. And probably acting just like you.” They both smiled at the thought of how their eldest child would have been. 

“Nah, I think she would’ve been like you. Quiet, reserved but if someone fucked with her it would be on and poppin’” They both let out laughs and Josh moved off of the chair and sat down on the bed next to her, grabbing both of her hands and squeezing them. 

“That’s why I want you to relax, Key. I don’t want you to have to go through that again. You delivering Khalani and just the look on the doctor’s faces and hearing you scream and cry, holding her little lifeless body  like that shit is embedded up here.” He let go of one of her hands to doink himself in the head. “I don’t want to be sitting with you in a couple years talking about what we think this child could be like. I’m sorry if me telling you to stop stressing upset you but you don’t deserve to go through none of that, we shouldn’t have to go through none of that.” 

Kiyana couldn’t stop her tears even if she tried, just hearing how the stillbirth of their daughter affected him, had her seeing things in a new light. “I promise to stop stressing okay. I know it’s not good for baby boy.”  She reached up to wipe the tears from his face. 

“That's all I ask.” He whispered then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips feeling even more guilty about his adulterous ways. 

Josh excused himself from the room as the doctors came in to talk with Kiyana. He walked down the hallway far away from her room and called the number Shanté texted him from. “I didn’t think you would call.” 

“I only called to tell you what happened yesterday was a mistake and it ain’t happening again” Jos tried to hang up the phone, but something in him was telling him not to. He needed to hang up, him even calling Shanté was wrong. 

“You still there?” She asked and Josh could hear the smirk. He sighed and dropped his head to his chest. 

“Yeah, I fly into Houston for Raw on Sunday, I’ll send you my hotel info.”  Shanté laughed and blew a kiss into the phone

“See you then.” Josh said nothing as he hung up the phone and slid it into his pocket.. 

“What the fuck did I just do?” He muttered, banging his head against the wall.

hey... again lol

How y'all feeling about this chapter? 🫣

Joshua is literally the worst and I hope this get-back bring him to his KNEES!

so if it's confusing (which i hope it's not) They got married 13 years ago when Kiyana found out she was pregnant for the 1st time, but they had some complications which resulted in a stillbirth. There will be more on this in a later chapter though I promise.

And if it's too triggering for some of you I wholeheartedly apologize, I'm just writing some of my past traumas mixed in this story. ❤️

[canadjester]

art + writeblr intro

hello everyone! i don't know what im doing and everything on this site is confusing 👍

i'm alec (he/him). i haven't been on social media for a bit and i'm new to tumblr. decided to give this place a try due to unending peer pressure and an annoying friend.

i'm a hobbyist artist and writer, and i hope to eventually produce bigger stuff in the future, like novels and comics!

writing-wise, i adore:

the fantastical (high fantasy my beloved) and mundane (slice of life my beloved)

character development!

struggles with self-perception or perceptions of others, viewing the world through a clouded lens, etc. etc. characters with fucked up minds, generally.

moral grayness but the morally gray greater good is a particular fave :]

men. (<- gay.)

platonic and familial relationships!!!

art-wise, i:

doodle literally whatever (designs, stuff driving me insane i cant quite get out of my head, etc)

am steadily improving my comic abilities!

draw every character who tickles my brain <3

hate coloring

i mainly plan on talking about and posting art of my ocs here (and fandom stuff on my sideblogs, which i will link here later on!). i will reblog anything that tickles my brain as well :]. i'm always looking for mutuals and i'm open to all forms of interaction (the annoying friend said i should put that i'm tag and ask friendly here. not sure what that means but i'm that, i guess <3) can't wait to gush about our worlds and characters!!!! maybe we can make some together :]

some art!

+ a bonus:

my stinky little lass, tokyo.

[spookyuu]

Appreciation Post!!

I've seriously been wanting to make a big post appreciating some of the dca content creators that I love (especially after getting to know some of them better) so here's a bunch of compliments and thoughts on them! (Also this is in no order, ily all very much ❤)

@madame-mongoose: Monnster!!! Oh, I love Monnie. Very bullyable (this is a pro). Always so funny and making me laugh. When Monnie comes online, I know there's gonna be some fun times to be had. Easy to talk to and my clone apparently. I wouldn't have made all these new friends if it weren't for Monnie and Sy, so I'm very appreciative of her uwu. Art is very shapely, bendy, very cartoonish in a pleasing way. And very unique to Monnie! I don't think I've seen anyone else with an artstyle like Monnie's. Characters are juicy, very well thought out and full of pain. Your mom.

@suokumi: You came crashing in one day and life has never been the same. Suo is full of love and passion and awful terrible disgusting sleeping habits. But they make up for it by telling everyone else to take care of themselves because they love you sososo much. Really talented, but don't tell them that or else they'll die. Anyway yeah, Suo Art my beloved and also Suo my beloved because we're married. Can bust out 50+ sketches in an hour and is like "dont look" even though I'm frothing at the mouth and shaking them. I love you Suo mwah ❤️

@opudontdonut: La Creatura!!! Bites everyone like watermelon. very fun, very gremlin. Pops in every now and again and throws everyone into a frenzy. A biting frenzy. Good Gaslighter. Take that as you may. Draws chibis really unique in a way I cannot replicate but is so so so so cute. Art is very distinct too!!! The line work especially is very noticable? Thick black lines. Draws the boys v skrunkly too. Nightmare and therapy au my beloveds.

@ariisonfire: TALENTED!!! Very, very talented. Animates, codes, arts, does just about everything and is good at it. Very funny doodles, very dorky. I love Ari!!! Very cute (cutest giggles this side of uh. Idk just really cute giggles) and provides me with Vector content. My spouse, no matter what Lily says.

@skittlewaffle: LOVE the way Kay draws the boys. Her art in general is so sharp and intentional. Precise. Very cartoony as well, good for animation me thinks. Has good AU ideas and brainstorms really well. Literally. The fucking paragraphs kay busts out that obliterate my mind. Also very fun person to hang out with, very silly.

@pillowspace: Beautiful, wonderful person. Somehow manages to draw on her 3ds??? Like a god?? Loves rotini (eat something else I'm begging you) KEEPS FUCKING REBLOGGING MY WATERFALLS PIECE Also has similar brain thoughts as me (ooie to Angel Tango jumpscare) Has a beautiful voice, fr. Sang a song for me which melted my little heart. Makes gut-bustingly funny gifs at the speed of light. Also says??? Things that make no sense but are very funny.

@vilz: Oof, what's not good to say about Val? You know that meme that's like "You're the funniest mother fucker on this webbed site" that's Val. Val's the funniest. Their comics always make me bark laugh like an idiot. Writes very poetically, reading their stuff is like. Like being punched but with a soft caress. Val art is good for the soul, me thinks. Even their doodles on receipt paper give me all the chemicals. Hanging out with Val leaves me smiling for the rest of the day, very fun company.

@cloudyvoid: SUPER talented. Can you believe they drew and rigged their own Vtuber model? I know, impressive right? Draws the DCA skrunkly and lanky just how I like 'em. BRAINS SO HARD WITH ME ABOUT DROWSIE AND GAIA!!? Very nice wonderful person as well, fun company. And ooughhh I just love the oc brainrot with her. Could do it all day, love you mwah.

@crazedauthor: Knows all the fanfics. Well maybe not all, but knows the ones I happen to be thinking about. Pops in mid brainstorm to add something juicy that adds fuel to the fire. Human gasoline. Got obliterated by 1 (one) chip. o7

@daunsun: Another sketch machine. Gives me Eclipse content. FIABC liker, which automatically elevates her status. Tries to shoot people who make fanart, but she deserves it so idk what to tell you. And then turns around and makes fanart for other ppl. smh double standards. Love the way she draws humans. And the boys, but that goes without saying. Honestly the way daun draws the boys is sooo good it's like. I can't even describe. It's like cupcake. Long cupcake.

@cakesfunhouse: Hi __ I'm Cole looking ass. Shoots me dead with fluffy ramblings all the fucking time. Brainstorms really well, dropping good ideas like they had them shoved in their pockets ready to throw. Actually really sweet and fun to talk to. Gremlin, though so beware, they bite. Draws biblically accurate dca fluff, so what's not to love. Will pop in randomly while you're talking to someone else to add something that kills me dead. Like wheezing laughter.

@nmfergus: Nikki my beloved 💜 such a sweetheart, loves to see people happy and excited, always asking questions and seeing how everyone is doing. CHICKENS!!! Farmville. Also Corndrop. Ask Nikki about corndrop. Can you guess what he sells? It's corn. The answer is corn.

@paper-lilypie: LILY!!! omg Lily real. Art is all soft lines and easy to read expressions and kisses and snuggles and basically when I see lily art it's like drinking a cup of hot cocoa. Also the way Lily draws hands? God, what a legend. Give me your hands. Little hater. And enabler. But she's my little hater/enabler so it's okay ❤️ love me a good Lily spotting. Has good au ideas too.

@sycopomp: SYBORG!!! I wouldn't be making this post if it weren't for them and Monnster. Sy writing makes brain go brrrr. Has this way of setting stuff up that pays off later? Like little hints into things that are really fun to pick apart/notice on your own. I can always picture what's happening in Sy writing really well which sucks for me personally when they write ouchie owies. But I love them for it mwah ❤️

@sinnabee: AH Sinna!!! Magician Au makes my brain neurons activate so hard. Very sweet as well, love doing magmas with her. Also funny and caring. Don't get to hang out with much because if timezones but I am always very happy when I do get to vibe with a Sinna. Has wonderful beautiful line work and cool ocs I want to know more about.

@spaciebabie: Chaos. (I'm tempted to have that be the only thing I put here) Also makes me laugh!! drops in and says some shit that has me giggling sillystupid. Art is bubbly. Round. Rotund. Want to get to know better!!! Pizza.

Special Mentions/People I want to get to know better:

@oobbbear: Bearz. Bearz my beloved. Your art makes my heart explode. And you're so funny even without knowing you well. 👁👁 The way you draw so chibi and yet so detailed? Like the way you draw hands? Impeccable. Also H mouth. H mouth so cute. I honestly don't think I would have gotten into drawing Sun and Moon fanart if it wasn't for Bearz' aus infecting me like a disease. So everyone say thank you to Bearz for roping me into this!

@hexheathen: MY NUMBER ONE FAN ❤ My bestie who doesn't know the jesties. I love you with all my heart, and I love spending time with you and the rest of our pals. This is my appreciation post and I say you get appreciated.

@bones-of-a-rabbit: SHY BEAN. Drops some cute ass shit and skitters away. Wish I could know better! They have a lot of good ideas and honestly I see them as one of the best fluff writers for DCA content. It was in Reality Not Fine my beloved. I've said it once and I'll say it again: They really capture the word "Lovestruck" with their expressions. When people say, "They looked at them like they hung the moon and the stars," I imagine the way Rabbit draws sun and moon looking at y/n. It's honestly such a talent.

[qqueenofhades]

You’re the second person I’ve seen reference the music of Swan Lake when talking about the potential fighting between Wagner and the Russian military proper. What is that about?

I encourage your effort to inform yourself, which is why I'll note that this is a question easily answered with a 10-second Google search. For example, if you search "swan lake russia coup" on Google right now, this is what pops up:

This first result is yesterday's article from Business Insider, explaining the significance of "Swan Lake" being played on Russian state TV during moments of domestic political turmoil (the last time being during the attempted coup against Mikhail Gorbachev in 1991). Note that Swan Lake is not actually being played on TV during the attempted coup of 2023, as far as we know, but that is what this is referencing.

If you're then interested in learning more about what the last Russian coup attempt involved, you could go to Wikipedia:

And hey! Now you're on your way.

This also goes for the people reblogging my initial post (from last night) with some variant of "there's no evidence for this!!!" or "I hope this is true but I don't think/know if it is." First of all, I literally said in my post that the only evidence for it at the time was what Prigozhin was saying. As I went to bed, the first videos were starting to appear, but there wasn't much confirmation or external verification.

Now there is much more photo and video evidence, providing an independently verifiable route for the Wagner mercenaries from Rostov, to Voronezh, to Lipetsk, to (evidently) Moscow. We don't know exactly what's going on or how it will end, and it's always a good idea to question everything that comes out of Russia, as their official government channels/power structure lies about everything all the time. However, if you're interested in reviewing the evidence for yourself or making a determination as to what has been verified, there are options! For example, here is the Guardian's liveblog:

Basically: not everything is a "gotcha" where Superior Internet Users need to find some way to prove that I'm actively lying to them, and you don't need to fall back on "learned helplessness" when hearing things on social media and wanting to find some way to externally verify them through other news sites. Obviously it can be tricky, and I stress again, nobody knows for sure what's going on. But something definitely is going on, this has now been confirmed by a number of external video/photo/government/other entities both outside and inside Russia, and we will have to wait like everyone else to see what happens next.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Sanctuary

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Flee

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Hi Lila.”  

Lila stood in the doorway for a second, not sure what to say.  “Umm, would you like to come in?”  

“Thank you.”  Belle made her way inside her former apartment and looked around.  “You haven’t changed much.”  

“No, not really.  Been working a lot so I’m hardly here.”  Lila fidgeted before she blurted out, “why are you here?” 

Belle didn’t move.  She tried to open her mouth and speak but all that came out was a sob.  Her entire body began to shake with the tears that had been waiting to be released.  Lila came over to hold Belle as sob after sob tore through her chest. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here.”  

“Lila, I was so stupid,” she wailed. Her heart was broken.  And all it wanted was the one person who broke her heart and her trust.  

“Its ok, babe.  C’mon sit down. Tell me everything.”  

Bucky was on at the computer trying to track Belle.  “Stupid glasses,” he muttered.  While at the time it seemed like a good idea, Tony’s glasses that he made for Belle were now the hindrance to finding her. He sighed and looked over to see Steve passed out on the couch, Belle’s sweater in his hands.  

He felt his phone buzz and saw a notification.  

DOORBELL RINGING 

“What the hell?”  He clicked on the notification and saw a video from a camera.  At first the person at the door was fuzzy but then the glasses came off and he gasped.  Belle.  He was racking his brain until it dawned on him.  Lila.  

Bucky remembered he had installed a doorbell camera to Lila’s apartment while Belle was still living there.  He hadn’t mentioned it since he hadn’t wanted to spook the girls.  He decided to try and talk to Belle first and hopefully convince her to come home.  He went out the service elevator to the garage, leaving his best friend resting.  

Belle finally calmed and told Lila everything. “Lila, how could I have been so naïve?  He lied; he could have told me.”  

“I know but look at it rationally Belle, he was trying to protect you. Maybe he went about it the wrong way but I think he had your best interest at heart.”  

Belle snorted.  “Right.  Because leaving in the dark was so smart.”  

“Belle,” Lila sighed, “your dad left you in the dark. Everyone did. I mean, how are you not mad at your dad?” 

“Because I was a kid! I already lost my parents, and he was everything when I had…” she sobbed, “I had nothing.” She wiped her eyes. “Steve’s supposed to be my family. How am I supposed to trust him?”   

“I guess that is the ultimate question.” A knock on the door made Lila look.  “Just give me a sec.” Lila went to the door and opened.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to her.”  

“No.”  

“Delilah, please.  I need to know she’s safe.”  

“She is safe.  You guys are the ones…” 

“You don’t know the whole story Li. Please give me five minutes.”  

Lila studied her ex.  “Five.”  She opened the door wider and let him in.  

Belle had been in her own little world before she heard her name.  She whipped around.  “Bucky?! What are…” 

“Please sweetheart.  Just hear me out.”  

“No.  You lied.”  

“I didn’t lie.”  

“Fine you kept the truth. Same thing.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.  

“Belle, I’m so sorry.  You’re right, ok?  But honestly, this was the reason why we didn’t want to tell you.  The fear of the unknown. Hey?” He lifted her chin, “you know I would do anything to protect you right?” 

He watched a tear fall.  “I know. I just wish he wouldn’t have lied.” Belle leaned forward and buried her head in Bucky’s chest, her chest racking with sobs. Bucky understood, this wasn’t about her history.  It was the lack of honest information. He held her at he looked at his ex.  She was looking worried, having never seen her friend like this for a while. When she looked at him, he could see she was anxious and remorseful. “Li?” 

“I just… I’m sorry.  For how I acted.  For how I treated all of you.  She’s my best friend and my twisted way of thinking made me miss everything. I missed you.”  

“Oh. Umm,” Bucky was unsure how to proceed.  He had missed Lila as well, but his mind was on protecting Belle first. “Look Li, we need to talk about this but I need to protect her first. I really do miss you as well. I just, I need to look after her.”  

“I understand.”   

“Belle, let me take you to a safe place ok? Not to Steve, not yet.  I get it, you need time but I also need you safe.”   

Belle didn’t move. Bucky lifted her bridal style as he looked down to see Belle asleep against him, exhaustion from running taking over.  He pulled out a phone and made a call.  “Diskant, I need a car.” He gave the address.  “I’m sorry Li, I need to take her.”  

“Where are you going?” 

“Brooklyn.  I’ve got an apartment there.” She just needs to rest. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll talk ok?” 

She smiled.  “Ok.  Just, don’t let anything happen to her.  She’s precious.”  

“I promise.”  He walked out to meet security.   

Lila watched him from the door until he disappeared into the elevator.  She pulled out her phone and placed a call.  

“Brooklyn. He’s taking her to Brooklyn.”  

Belle opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room and she bolted up. She was still dressed, for which she was grateful for, but she had no idea where she was.  She had never been in this room, and she scrambled out of bed.  She looked out the window to see Brooklyn but before she could get her bearings, the door opened softly.  “Belle?” 

She breathed a sigh of relief.  “Bucky.”  

“Good, you’re awake.”  He entered the room with a mug of coffee and some toast. “How are you feeling?” 

“Confused.  I can see we are in Brooklyn but where are we?” 

Bucky chuckled.  “My apartment.” He could see the confusion on her face.  “Did you think if I found a girl, I would just move her in with you and Steve?”  

“Frankly, yes.” She giggled.  “Thought we were one big happy family.”  

“Well, we are but I had this place just in case my dame and I wanted a place of our own.”  

“That’s fair.”  She follows him to the living room, noting the spacious room and minimalist furniture. “It’s beautiful.”  

“Thanks.” He patted the seat next to him and she sat.  “So, what’s your plan now?” 

“Dunno.”  She leaned back and looked to the ceiling.  “Does he know I’m here?” 

“Not yet.  Wanted to see what you wanted to do.” He studied her as she continued to look at the ceiling.  “If you really want to leave, I’ll help.  Told that punk to tell you but he didn’t listen.  Should’ve done it myself but I really thought I was doing the right thing.”  

“I know,” she said after a minute. “What time is it?” 

“About four.  You slept all day.”  

“Can we go for a walk?  I just wanna get some air.”  

“Sure, but Paul’s coming as well.  He’ll walk behind, just to keep ya safe.”  She nodded and went to the door to pull her shoes on. “Don’t forget your glasses.”  

The walked around the neighborhood, each pointing out a place that was special to each other.  They stopped for a slice before heading back to the apartment.  “So, I know you don’t know what you want to do but I need you to take this.”  He handed what looked like a car lock to her.  

“What is it?” 

“Panic button.  If something happens it will send a GPS signal to the penthouse and alert us.  I’m not comfortable leavin' ya on your own.”  

“Do I have to leave?  I mean…” 

“No, ya don’t,” Bucky’s accent coming in thick.  “But I want ya ta know that I’ll always take care of you.”  

Belle’s lower lip wobbled but she didn’t cry.  She pocketed the device and took his hand.  “Drink?” 

“Sure.”  They headed to a local dive; Paul ever vigilant behind.  They slid into a booth near the back with Bucky sitting with eyes on the door.  “If you had to choose…” 

“Whiskey sour." She smiled.  “I like the occasional hard stuff.”  

“Alright, stay here.” Bucky went to the bar to get a drink.  He looked back to see a man leering at Belle.  He walked back, placing himself between them.  “Need something pal?” 

“Just talking to this little pretty bird.” The man was large but when Bucky flashed his black metal fist, he slowly back away.  “See you around pretty bird.”  

Bucky then sat next to Belle.  “You ok?” 

“Yeah.  Haven’t been hit on for a while.” She gave a half smile as a waitress brought the drinks.  They sat, listening to the jukebox.  

“If you went back,” Bucky started, “would you be able to forgive Steve?” 

Belle looked at him.  “You already know I’ve started to forgive him.” 

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile.  “Just wanted you to admit it.”  

She sighed.  “Do you think I’m overreacting?” 

“No.  It’s a lot.  I never had the chance to meet your dad, but I did my research.  He was a good man. Always wanting to do the right thing, even if it meant lying to protect the people he loved.”  He gave her a knowing look.  

“I hate you,” she mumbled while he laughed. She drained her glass.  “Think you could take me home?” 

“Home?” 

“Yeah, I want to see my husband.” She smiled. “I think I can talk to him rationally now.” 

Bucky kissed the top of her head.  “Good. C’mon short stuff, let’s get you home.”  He signaled to Paul. He threw some money down and headed out. As they walked, he pulled the glasses off her eyes.  “Stark did good.  Couldn’t find ya till ya hit the doorbell at Lila’s.”  

“Was wondering how you did…” she started when Paul yelled out.  

“Bucky! Get down!” Paul drew his weapon and fired as the first shots rang out.   

Bucky covered Belle but was hit. He collapsed on top of her, blood seeping.  “Belle, run,” he whispered.  

“Bucky! No!” 

“Run! Push the button and run!” He manages to pull himself up and draw his weapon and fired back.  Belle watched as Paul was hit and goes down.  

“Go now!” Bucky pushed her to the alley way to cover.  She reached into her pocket and pushed the button as another round came their way. She dropped the device as Bucky took the round to the shoulder in shielding her.  He handed her a phone.  “Call Steve.  He’ll find you. Go!” 

“Bucky!” 

“Run!” 

Belle ran down the alley as she looked for a place to hide.  

In the tower, Steve was trying Bucky again, not understanding the note he left.  

Have an idea.  Will be back.  

“Steve, you are making me dizzy,” Nat said.  She checked the computer again. “FRIDAY still doesn’t have any hits.”  

“God, she’s out there all alone.”  Steve ran a hand through his hair.  

“She’s being smart.  If we can’t find, neither can they.”  

Suddenly the computer flashed a red message: Panic Button Activated 

“What the fuck?” A geo-tag popped up and it pinned in Brooklyn. 

“FRIDAY see if there is surveillance,” Steve ordered. “Sam...” 

“I’m on it.”  He jumped out the window and his wings extended as Nat had Friday send him the coordinates.  

“Captain, video online,” FRIDAY said.  

It was grainy footage outside a bar in Brooklyn.  Several bodies were on the floor as flashing lights were in the background. One of the lights flashed and he saw Paul’s face.  “Shit!” 

“That’s Paul, but who’s that farther down,” Nat asked.  

The zoomed over and saw Bucky laying on the floor.  “Bucky!” He saw he was still breathing but shallow.  He was moving his hands.  “What is that?” 

Nat zoomed more and saw the movement.  “He’s signing." 

B-E-L-L-E-D-A-N-G-E-R 

“Belle’s in danger.” Steve breathed out, starting to lose focus when his phone rang. 

Running through the streets of Brooklyn, Belle never imagined her life would turn out like this.  Her past, her history had been leading to this.  A history she was unaware of until just a few days ago. She was so angry at everyone.  Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Nat, all of them kept it from her.  So, she ran.  Now, she just wanted to be home, safe in Steve’s arms.  But she ran.  Why oh why did she run?  

She found a diner and tried to calmly enter and sit in the back, low.  She knew she needed to become inconspicuous, so she pulled her dark hair into the hood of her sweater, tapped the glasses that Tony had given her to change her eye color and look at her phone.  It still had blood on it from where it splattered on her.  “Bucky,” she whispered.  Bucky shielded her when they were attacked.  She had remembered to push her panic button but who knew if Clint or Steve was watching for it. She had dropped it when she started to run, hoping it would save him.  

She scrolled to Steve’s number.  “Please pick up,” she whispered.  

Steve’s deep timbre answered. Isabella?  Where are you? 

“Steve.  I’m in a diner in Brooklyn.  Uh,” she looked around, “Sheila’s on 10th.  Steve, Bucky…” she sobbed. The tears just streamed down her face.  

Belle, we’re on the way.  Just stay low.  I’m coming for you baby.  

“Steve, I’m so scared.��  

I know baby, but I’m coming. I love you. 

“I love you too.  I’m sorry I ran.  Please… No!”  She screamed as a hand grabbed her, dropping the phone. One man held her, covering her mouth.  

Belle?! Isabella?! Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic.  He heard movement.  

A second man picked up the phone.  “You want her, Captain? Come get her.” 

Welp, we have come full circle... and with Christmas on Monday, I don't know if you guys want an update or wait...

NEXT

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How To Interact With Pro Ana in the Coquette Tag

Pro anorexia, pro bulimia, and pro disordered eating can be advocated for in different ways, whether it's photos, text, videos, or gifs. Not only does this sort of self harm glorification have no place in the coquette tag and has nothing to do with the community, it also encourages people to hurt themselves in terrible ways and for prolonged periods of time. But there are ways to intervene if you're willing to do so!

First, determine if the content tagged coquette is actually pro anorexia. The easiest way to do that would be to look at the tags! Content tagged with thinspo, pro ed, nothing taste as good as skinny feels, bonespo, skeletonspo, not pro just using the tag, UGW, a moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips, sweetspo, meanspo, body check, restrictive ed, and any variant of the word anorexic and bulimic (4n0rexic, anorex!c, anarexic, anorexik, bolimia, bul1m1a, bulimi@, 8ulimia, etc) they're all examples of pro ana tags that are immediately obvious. If content has multiple of those tags then it's absolutely pro ed material, regardless if op tags that they're only pro anorexic for themselves. If they're looking to inspire people to be anorexic or inspire them with anorexia then they aren't pro ONLY for themselves.

Second, once material is identified as pro eating disorder the next thing you can do it write to the poster. You can comment in the replies, reblog with commentary, send op an ask, or write to them in private. All great options with different levels of formality. The best messages to write are always the ones that are polite, compassionate, yet firm. Just let op know that their support for anorexia doesn't belong in the coquette tag. It's a fashion tag afterall and many of use have or are suffering with disordered eating and users who glamorize anorexia are dangerous for the rest of us! A small message letting them know that their content is hurting people WITHOUT name calling, victim blaming, and anger is best. Some of the best interactions I've had with pro ana accounts has ended with them apologizing profusely and promising to post away from the coquette tag! And remember, even though they platform anorexia they're still mentally unwell. You don't have to sugarcoat everything, but it's not required to come at them with full force.

Lastly, report any pro ana content you see. That's definitely the most important part! On Tumblr there's a Report Something Else section. Under that you can report the content under Self Harm. Yup, self harm! Tumblr considers any sort of intentional harm to your personal as "self harm". After you click Self Harm Tumblr will ask you if the user is threatening suicide, answer yes or no accordingly. Then submit the report! (Usually I write in the section asking for my name "Look at their tags", the moderator has to look at your name if you fill it in and that will assure they look at the tags. After you finish submitting the content as self harm go back and report it again as Inappropriate Content. For that you only have to send it once and it'll auto report it. The goal is getting that content removed, but if op is excessively pro anorexia then you can go through their whole account and report any and all pro ed content you see (cool down time may be required in between multiple reports).

Disclaimer: Please recognize that some tags aren't necessarily pro anorexia or are dubious at best. Not everyone tagging their pics as skinny or posting their girlblogging as waif are doing it because they're pro ed. And just because someone is self identified as anorexic doesn't mean that they're content is pro. These are also only recommendations! If interacting with an anorexic person will trigger your eating disorder you can just scroll past. You can also do these steps out of order or omit steps if needed, everyone is different and if you feel like a pro ana mia girl will go off on you you can try to get ahead of it before it happens. Also be prepared to be blocked on site. Just do what you can before that happens and stay safe!

[seblaineworld]

Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

10 Days Of Seblaine 2023

One week to go, so without further ado, here's what you need to know.

The Rules

When?

The event runs from Monday, 6th November until 23:59 (of your own timezone) on Wednesday, 15th November 2023.

Who can take part?

Anyone and everyone who shares our love of Seblaine!

What can we submit?

Anything, as long as it is Seblaine-related! Fics, Graphics, Gifs, Gifsets, Videos, Manips, Playlists, Lyrics - anything you like as long as it fits the themes! I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with.

Please remember to use #seblaineworld and #10daysofseblaine2023 within the first five tags, and also put @seblaineworld somewhere in your posts, since we all know just how flaky Tumblr can be about tags!

Be sensible and considerate. We're all very well aware that not everyone shares our love of Seblaine, and even within our own tiny (but always fierce!) Seblainer Fandom, there are those who don't enjoy mature content, so please ensure you tag everything you submit, appropriately.

Can I cross-post/combine themes?

Yes! You can combine any of the themes that you want. And if your contribution does combine multiple themes, you can post on whichever day you prefer. Just remember, if your contribution covers one or more themes, then properly tag all days, regardless of which day you actually post on.

Do I need to submit something for every day?

Absolutely not. If you want to contribute something for every day, then of course you can, but it's not a requirement at all. We know everyone has busy lives, so just do what you can when you can.

Can I post a WIP or work if it fits the themes, even if I started it weeks/months/years before the 10 Days Of Seblaine 2023 announcement?

Absolutely! Your Admin has done this before and feels it's a great way to refresh creativity and blow the cobwebs off that piece you just KNOW you'll finish one day, but never quite seem to have the time. So feel free to post anything you've already started - providing it fits one of the themes!

On that note, do remember that the free day is exactly that. A day on which you can write about/create for, any theme you like! Did your favourite theme just narrowly miss out on being in the top 10? If so, here's your chance to do something about it and make a submission using that theme!

When do we start posting?

As soon as it becomes Monday 6th November in your own timezone, post your work to your Tumblr blog, and as mentioned above, please tag it #seblaineworld and #10daysofseblaine2023 then make sure those two are in your first five tags. Please also put @seblaineworld somewhere in your post.

If you're going to be posting your work to another site like AO3 or ff.net, post a properly tagged link on your Tumblr.

A 10 Days Of Seblaine collection will be added to AO3.

Can I post early?

Sorry, no. 🙃 Tumblr, however, does let you schedule posts so you can schedule the post for the right day, even if you're not going to be around that day. Of course this gets a little harder to navigate if you’re also posting to another site like AO3/ff.net, so if this is going to be a problem, let me know and I'll figure it out.

Can I post late?

Now for the good news - yes! I know how time can occasionally run away from us all, so as long as everything is tagged properly you can post (for example) your day 3 piece on day 7 and that won't be a problem. Everything posted will be reblogged until Friday, November 24th.

You haven't reblogged my work yet!

No problem! Again, because Tumblr can be (very!) erratic, just send me an Ask or message if I haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours of you posting it, and I will get onto it right away.

So, that's it for now! I'm excited to see all your work, and hope you'll join me for this bumper celebration of Seblaine on Monday 6th November. Just drop me an Ask or message if you have a question that's not been addressed here, and I'll see you all a week today!

Ail 💜

[bakerstreethound]

Won’t You Stay?

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Warnings: mentions of overworking oneself, brief mentions of self-deprecation, anxiety, angst, comfort, and soft sherlock 

Summary: Starting a new semester always has it downfalls and shortcomings, but Sherlock is there to hold you through the worst of times, especially to help combat your greatest foe - your mind. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Sorry for being MIA in the fanfiction department. This semester has been keeping me busy & I’m trying to dedicate more time to recharging and trying not to push myself as vigorously. I hope you enjoy this work; I feel a little rusty right now, but I hope to brush up as I progress. I almost debated trashing this work. Anyways I hope you like some more Sherlock comfort. Graphic by @firefly-graphics​ Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

You’re tired, oh so tired, still stuck at your desk, barely watching Sherlock walking by pouting. He's been observing you for the past couple of hours, wanting to be close to you, not knowing how to properly voice his thoughts. 

He knew your work was important, well for the most part, but he hated how it distracted you from him. when all he wants you nearer to him, preferably on his lap, or being spooned by you. 

That was even truer especially now since your major classes are already taking a good portion of your time for the next four months, going by all the information loaded in your messy syllabi. Not that he read them or looked over them while you were busy involved searching for textbooks and the like. 

“Something wrong?” You fight off the yawn but eventually give in, a soft smile forming on your face, happy to pry your eyes from the computer and notes you’d written by hand earlier. 

You shook out your wrist, frowning as something twinged and you rub a finger along your palm in a soothing circle. Such was the life of a student the wrist and finger cramps had no end in sight. Pair that with the stress and ever present anxiety that came from worrying about multiple impending projects, but those would be completed in their own time.  

He watches you, brow arching in concern before he strides over to you, reaching you quickly, carefully grasping your hand and encasing it in his large hand. You watch intent on seeing where this goes until he rubs the palm of your hand gently and almost immeidtaly the tension dissipates and you feel yourself relaxing as you sigh heavily. 

“Been distracted. You could use a distraction too.” his gaze falls to your tense shoulders, the way your neck cranes over the computer, tendons stretched in agony, the way your fingers hovered over the keyboard, like they’re afraid typing will set you on fire. It wasn’t that, your brain was stuck on a loop your stomach in knots, twin snakes biting, fighting for dominance, filling you with their unrelenting poisons. 

The self doubt pressing against you is a vice inside your chest, running from the brain all along your body. You breathe, trying to clear your mind, for you know oh you know how it lies twisting deep inside you they’re hard not to listen to or believe. Still, your heart hammers, mind swimming, trying to calm the storm brewing, to no avail. 

You’re stuck, trapped in a formula of your own creation, self perpetrated by all your doubts, fears, unwarranted thoughts seeping through; taunting you, lashing out their tongues, brimming hot searing fire spitting in your face. 

You try to concentrate on Sherlock’s words but everything falls in one ear and out the other, yet you watch him intently, his hand in yours, ignoring the words on your screen, trying everything you can to focus. 

For the love focus, you’re better than this

Bet everyone else has their project figured out already

You’re way out of you depth, you don’t belong there

Lies lies, stupid lies, you try to pull them from your mind, but still they’re chained to you, whooshing back and forth, pressing downward on you, phantoms of wrath coming to collect their dues, determined to destroy you from within. 

“Sherlock…I don’t know if I can do this…” You swallow, looking up at him, slamming your laptop as you take a deep breath, filled with turmoil and confusion. You don’t know what to say, fighting back the ashy feeling in your throat, the tears you know won’t come until the darkness of the night washes over you, long before anyone on the block is asleep. 

Why is it always so damn hard for you to voice what you need?

You felt like a child everything overwhelming, you wanted it all to go away, you wanted to disappear. How were you supposed to ask for something you can’t describe? Foreign words upon your tongue just there lingering a moment and gone again in an instant. Why did it hurt to say help? You would be seen as week nothing just a burden and not anything more. One word, four letters yet you can’t say it, though you desperately need to. 

Sensing your agitation Sherlock reaches his hand out to you, guiding you away from the throes of your turmoil, a beacon of light, as he takes you to bed, waiting until you settle in between the sheets before joining you. 

He falls on top of you trapping you, his weight a comfort. You smile kissing him before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and you pull him impossibly closer needing to feel him, your heart aching yearning for more of him though he is here in your arms. You choke back a sob, forgetting how much you crave him and his touches. 

The pure simplicity of being here his presence, means more to you than you can ever express. The past, the impending future didn’t matter in this moment, the world ceases to exist in this moment of peace grown from bine aching sorrow. 

“Please, stay,” you whisper, kissing him softly before it grows in desperation. 

“I’m here,” he responds in kind, soft kisses littered along your body. You feel it in every movement of his body, rememorizing you once more. Even when apart for some time, you always fit right back into him, it was only a memory game, nothing felt as you did right now in his arms.

The version of you from his mind palace doesn’t hold a candle to you, nor the sparkle in your eyes when you look at him, something he feels like he doesn’t deserve, but he holds you, stroking your sides, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s the least he can do, he reasons, he knows how much you have to sit through his insufferable cases dealing with his antics. 

You trusting him this way, well it is something he is constantly learning not to take for granted and when you kiss him on the lips, whispering your thanks, it’s all the reassurance he needs. You’ll make it through together, despite the lies your mind tells you and he will be there for you to calm your worries and fears. Each kiss he presses to your lips solidifies this, every time he’s rescued you from these irrational fears and now you can just be…here with him in the moment, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

******

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hats off for ‘The Ranger’! I loved this series. Different to a lot of A/B/O AUs I’ve read the past couple of weeks! And gruff and grumpy Dean is just to die for!

The twist with her dad at the end was so good and I loved the reveal on what Novi Alpha is used for in the first part as well, kept me hooked!

Also I wanna thank you for all the writing you provide for us in general! I’ve been on this site since 2015. You were one of the first fanfic writers I came across and I’ve been a loyal reader ever since!

Your Fratboy!Dean series was one of my favourites back then and there are some gems I always come back to again and again! And I also love that you do random reblogs of your work, because whenever I go to your page to see if there’s something new to read or maybe an announcement on upcoming projects - even if there isn’t, there’s almost always a reblog and it just makes me fall in love with your stories over and over!

The way you write the boys, be it Dean, Sam, Jensen or Jared, is so comforting and exciting to me. I just adore your writing style, the way you format your work, punctuation, grammar, paragraphs, summaries - everything!

So, thank you ❤️❤️

Hi! Oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed The Ranger! It was a fun departure for myself to delve into A/B/O in a new way. I love toying with that world. And yes! Gruffy/grumpy Dean for life! 😂

Aw thank you for the compliment in general and specifically Frat Boy! My first series has a very very special place in my heart and gave me a lot of confidence I was lacking in my writing. Plus, it's just so much fun watching those two knuckleheads fall in love, isn't it? And I know you specifically have been around since pretty much the beginning. Everyone should be thanking you really because those OG commenters and rebloggers are the reason I've grown so much and am still around!

Random reblogs are the best, aren't they? It's fun for me to go into the masterlist and find old stuff I've forgotten about and get to bring it back center stage for a minute.

Thank you for following and making a very long day better! (I know you sent this a few days ago but wanted to make sure I could respond properly!) 🥰

[ufo-ikawa]

hi, this is me ari.

you’ll have seen that i deactivated my accounts, both my main and my personal. i ran away from everything as fast as i could which was cowardly, and i don’t expect forgiveness at all, but this is an attempt at exposing everything. please share with everyone who read the fics and/or interacted with me.

in november 2021, i opened up ufo-ikawa. i had originally started with writing my own works, because i just wanted to write and join a fandom i really liked— then it snowballed. i have always felt my own writing was bad, and could never live up to others so i did what any pathetic person would do. i stole works from people who’s writing i admired and wanted to be like. (i also had another blog onigiri-mia which was deactivated due to death threats i was receiving daily regarding old drama, and stolen works were also posted there). instead of gaining inspiration, and reaching out to the writers themselves for any meaninful conversations on how to learn to write, i stole them, rewrote them and claimed them as my own.

and as i did, i slowly started to believe in everything i was saying or doing. i did it so much i felt like i was performing an act whenever i did and convinced myself that it was right. in real life, i am just a person who wanted attention so bad, to be liked so bad, to be part of something that i did one of the worst things just to gain it. i guess in a way, identity theft, and then plagiarism.

which i know is absolutely wrong of me. i have also reached out to the creators separately and said my apologies, except for nine3rds who i have been unable to message. i can’t make them accept any apologies and i take 100% accountability, and it doesn’t lessen any guilt i have now that the truth is out or all the wrongs i did, but i thought that was the first step.

the second step is owning up to it and cutting through all the bullshit lies i’ve told myself. this year, one of my goals was to achieve something good for myself. idk about you, but i truly do believe in karma. i will of course get it no doubt, because of all the bad i’ve put out, but i’m also hoping that by being honest and righting my wrongs that even if i’m at rock bottom right now, i can still start somehow. not relevant but something i just wanted to say.

i just wanted to apologise to everyone who i’ve talked to here personally or formed close friendships with. it’s hard to believe me, but just know that when we were talking about our lives that was all real and not fake. i am still just a person, a shitty one at that, but those irl experiences and thoughts i talked about were real. I’m genuinely so sorry for deceiving you in some way. i will never interact again, i will stay off of this site for good, and i will also never try to write and post anything again, so i hope u get some peace of mind out of that. i’ve tried to apologise as best as i could to the close friends i made on discord— i have also disabled that account to let them see, and will eventually be deleting it. thank you for talking to me and making me laugh and just listening to me, even if i didn’t deserve it.

if you’re angry at me and resent me, i completely understand and will not try to speak further. i’ve tried my best to explain it all above, but i won’t open my asks because i hope this post explains it all enough. you can say anything you’d like under this post if it helps.

i’ve deactivated my account but i know the fics stay there so please delete any reblogs and unlike any fic. i am genuinely sorry for deceiving everybody for selfish reasons (that absolutely do not excuse anything). i have a lot of work to put into myself to try and fix things, but i hope this is a start.

now for the most imporant part, i wanted to link the original writers’ work. they are all incredible, and if you liked what i stole then of course you will like them even better as the original. please give them the love they rightfully deserve but please also respect their rules on who interacts:

AO3 lovelanguages

AO3 softbeoms

AO3 nine3rds

that’s all i have to say. thank you, and please share.

[inklore]

Some pl don’t post tho? I try to repost everyone’s work I come by and I like but I don’t expect a large majority of pl to repost atp tbh.

I’m not dismissing you at all btw, I’m just new to this but tumblr should have a better system than this tbh but if they put forward fics bc of high like ratings or high interactions with a post pl will put false tags.

i completely get what you’re saying, but also tumblr has always been like this. even if the look has changed and other aspects it’s always been about rebloging things you like. no one makes a tumblr just to leave it blank, unless it’s a saved user or something. that’s not the purpose of tumblr.

there’s also not a ‘fyp’ system here which is good because it would be messy as hell and it’s amazing that we get to choose what we want to see. what we want to interact with. but since apps like tiktok and twitter are so popular (which don’t people be retweeting stuff on there, isn’t that also the whole purpose of twitter??) people kind of think tumblr is a place where likes are the only thing that matter. where an algorithm should be a thing. when this site has worked so perfectly without one and likes literally used to be so much lower than reblogs.

you can’t find stuff in your likes. maybe if you feel like scrolling for 100 pages. tumblr is literally about rebloging the stuff you love. the stuff people share. that’s it’s purpose. having a blank blog on here is useless and if you’re only here to read fics in private and show zero support to the content you consume so easily, that took someone hours to make, then get a wattpad. that app is perfect for that. this one isn’t.

i’m not trying to sound rude either. i get not everyone knows how to work this app, you don’t have to reblog everything you see. you reblog what you like. what you consume. what you read. it’s as simple as that.

[midnight-in-town]

Out of all the mangas that u read , analyse and post for, whice one is your favorite?

Hey Anon! Aww, I love so many of them for so many reasons, I am not sure how to answer you... The thing is, I don't necessarily post about series for the same reasons!

Of course #theories is my absolute love in life (like, when doing a secret santa at work, I'll additionnally try to discover who is supposed to give a gift to whom, by collecting clues from what they say and do. If I find out the truth, the person whose secret I discovered is supposed to buy my coffee or breakfast xD And trust me it's ten times funnier when everyone starts doing the same thing because it creates absolute chaos in which everyone tries to send the others on the wrong trail by giving wrong hints, so when the day of the gifts comes everyone at work's like "aahhhhhhh it was youuuu". Very funny, I always have a blast), but fandom's size can factor into how much I'll write about a series.

For example, Majo to Yajuu and Witch Hat Atelier are both great stories with small fandoms here (less than 10 people in it for MTJ), so I like writing regularly about these series to create more content for the fandom!

For the opposite reason, and because the pace slowed down a bit, I don't write a lot about Akatsuki no Yona, despite following the chapters' release every 2 weeks or so. Another example is Berserk, my favorite series ever, but which has a very intense, well informed fanbase on a dedicated forum with a lot of interesting content: so I don't mind answering questions, but I don't necessarily have a lot to write about Berserk despite loving it so much, because almost everything has been said already!

I loved talking about Gangsta. but it's on hiatus; same for Tokyo Ghoul but it's over. I enjoy writing about Spy x Family because I think a good part of the fandom is confusing the currently happy-go-lucky vibes of the series with the real, more subtle and darker tone of the themes and plot and it's nice to see hints of this every now and then.

Finally, I absolutely love discussing about Ao no Exorcist and Kuroshitsuji, which I have been following about 12 years now in both cases, because:

Ao no Exorcist is currently the best on-going typical shonen series for me (tho' I might change my mind a bit once I finally catch up with One Piece, I'm on the beginning of the Dressrosa saga) and I can't wait to see how it all unfolds. It's really one of the few series in which I have absolute trust into Kato-sensei and she can prove me right or wrong any time she wants.

For Kuroshitsuji, I think that, aside from new chapters, I've addressed over 98% of anything ever happening in the series, related or not to the main plot and to the circumstances of the Phantomhive family and I now am waiting patiently (very patiently) for all the answers, updating my very old theories with more hints when I can.

To tell the truth, on the matter of Kuroshitsuji, no offense to anyone, but I feel similarly to the admins from the Skullknight forum for Berserk: I've read each chapter maybe a hundred times at least over the years so I think that, today, I have one of the most objective and informed eye about the series across all of the internet. That doesn't mean that my theories are right, just that I know the canon series better than most of the fandom.

To conclude, I do not have one fave series that I post theories about, I have many, but I'd say that blogging about Kuroshitsuji is one of the most enjoyable experience I have on this site because, over the years, my blog has accumulated a lot of analyses (written by me for a good chunk of it or that I reblogged from other dedicated fans) that cover probably every aspect of the series and can be used to understand the themes, plot and characters of this series, as well as to try guessing what will happen next. It’s like a massive database of theories, very useful for the current arc and for the answers to come. :)

I hope that answers your question! Have a good weekend :))