#PSA / listen up fives

[hrlnqnzll]

I'm placing harley on hiatus for the time being. I'm just not feeling super connected to her rn and i've got too much going on. you can always find me on @deathwrote.

[deathwrote]

hi there! just a quick psa:

i've decided for safety reasons to go back to going by my hebrew name in the tumblr rpc. it's okay if you know my english name, but i ask that you refer to me as chaya moving forward (the c is silent, so like maya but with an h).

i also decided to reboot my ooc rp directory here at deathwrote. i have attached it to all of my active rp blogs and moved my rules there. you are not required to follow me here, but all of my ooc and psa posts will be posted here from now on.

[jnprmoone]

If you haven't already seen, I'm in the process of moving this blog over to @swampbath so as not to be a sideblog anymore. Don't worry, I'm keeping all of my threads.

[badclown]

friendly reminder that all ooc and psa posts will go on @deathwrote moving forward.

[thcrapist]

friendly reminder that all ooc and psa posts will go on @deathwrote moving forward.

[scintillyyy]

the thing about tim being a 90s kid, and not just that, a 90s robin who had to serve as an example on top of being an extremely sociable kid....is that funnily enough he's far more likely to go to a trusted adult for help when he's in over his head, for all fanon likes to cast him as the one who will internally suffer silently so not to get anyone (read: his parents) in trouble.

and like. tim *can* be kind of. listen he's going to do it himself, especially if he thinks it's something he should he able to do as robin (i would argue that he's more likely to avoid asking bruce for help than anyone, and that's post-knightfall only where tim is more likely to think that bruce wants him to be able to handle something on his own & even then he does still go to bruce as needed), but in general--tim does a really good job at recognizing he's out of his depth and asks for and accepts help as needed for both professional and personal reasons. he does it with dick a lot, he does it with alfred, he does it with babs, he does it with his dad (i mean. is the guns school psa good? no. but it does show tim does actually feel comfortable asking for advice from his dad), hell he does it with the league of assassins for a bit in red robin (before going back to dick)

anyways. i guess what i'm saying is that even if the drakes were like. comically neglectful and leaving their five year old alone in cold drake manor because business came up in the republic of <insert country without an extradition agreement here>, five year old tim would, in fact, take the bus down to haly's circus, help dick catch a murderer, and then go on an extremely long exposition about how his parents leave him alone for extremely long periods of time and neglect them, pause for the psa checklist of signs of abuse to look out for, then dick can finally respond with "sorry, what is happening right now. who are you and what is your name." and tim's like "is that important? anyways, batman needs your help."

[waitmyturtles]

Final Thoughts on The Trainee! (TL;DR That Last 4/4 Quarter Was a Major Fumble, But It Didn't Ruin the Whole Show For Me)

I had promised my friends @lurkingshan and @shortpplfedup that I honestly wouldn't write too much about The Trainee while it was airing, because I was mad sus about the crew of this show. Many of the crew of The Trainee had worked on an ill-fated GMMTV het drama called UMG, which aired last year, and which starred Nanon Korapat, Namtan Tipnaree, and Milk Pansa in an unfortunate, chemistry-devoid love triangle. It was a flop and I never finished it.

I had thought to think about where this crew came from about four episodes into The Trainee, when I realized that the MO of this series was to center not Ryan's and Jane's budding romance, but the inner workings of an office, and the infrastructures of making filmed content instead.

UMG was framed in a similar way. While the show struggled to contextualize romance among its characters, the center of each episode was actually about describing concepts regarding extraterrestrial life -- things like crop circles and whatever. (There were aliens in this show.) (Dammit, I can't find a gif of the aliens!) (Here's Milk with some boogie eyes instead, whatever.)

As @lurkingshan wrote often during her watch of the series, The Trainee was ultimately a workplace BL, and I'd add to that that it was meant to serve as an educational series to GMMTV's unique audience. I wondered, early on in The Trainee, if I was just too damn old, as a working professional, to be an audience to this show. GMMTV's audience, of course, skews Gen Z and maybe very-late millennial -- GMMTV's shows are equivalent to shows airing on MTV or The CW by way of its majority audience market.

I certainly had a lot of experience by way of how interpersonal relationships mostly played out in this series (although I reeeeeally needed Judy to acknowledge her kissing Ba-Mhee and to talk about it, the way Jane acknowledged the power gap between him and Ryan after they started dating).

But, honestly? I ended up LOVING the breakdowns of how creating filmed content works, especially in regards to how viscerally and intensely these concepts were depicted.

And The Trainee stepped into some other territory, y'all! Many of us had intense discussions regarding bisexual inclusion and erasure once Tae and Ba-Mhee got back together. These concepts are sophisticated and important to ruminate on -- again, especially for a younger audience being fed most binary male-male and female-female queer media and concepts by a giant like GMMTV, which makes a ton of money on branding same-sex actors together. Queerness has a lot of spectrums, and bi inclusion was something I was glad this series unexpectedly took on.

So, against all this good stuff, that last 4/4 quarter sucked. I felt terrible for Ryan's 20-something hormones. Jane went to get a masters', and didn't even *call* his.... his boo? (Ryan wasn't Jane's boyfriend, obviously, maybe we could call Ryan his crush, his boo-boo, whatever.) Like. Jane didn't even come back to Thailand to visit, ever? Come awn now. If a show is feeding realism to a young audience by way of how corporate workplaces work, and how the art of an industry is made, at least please make the final romance a little more realistic!

(All y'all 20-somethings who were watching this show and wondering if you should wait five years for a potential boo to come back from overseas, please listen to your auntie here, GO DATE OTHER PEOPLE. Don't be like Ryan. Focus on *YOUR* NEEDS. This has been your reality-based PSA.)

But the rest of the finale was lovely for me. Jo, to me, was a realistic boss. He had a priority in keeping on Jane as an assistant director, because Jane was a great assistant director, and served well in that role, which served well for Jo's company. When Jane expressed an interest in growing, Jo knew that Jane couldn't do it in Jo's shadow -- and Jo said so. Jane taking a risk to LEAVE is a kind of risk I've had to confront time and time again in my own career, as I grew out of a workplace, and grew out of what that workplace was demanding of me. It's a wonderful notion for young people to contemplate on -- that movement in one's career must be first and foremost driven by the individual themself, for the sake of their own accountability to their growth.

I was thrilled to see Sea Tawinan in them white pants Ba-Mhee and Tae's engagement, Tae setting guardrails for himself to focus more on Ba-Mhee, and omg Pie's and Ba-Mhee's breakdown had me howling. Poon's a new fave as well. The Trainee confirmed my continued deep love and appreciation for Piploy, I think she's cute and great-great.

I truly enjoyed this show. The crew ultimately de-centralized romance for most of the show to focus on how work lives and personal lives realistically intertwine. We are the same people at work as we are at home, with all of the messiness we bring to those tables, including unrecommended romances that may traverse age and power gaps. Things can get messy, but I think, other than the whole Judy thing and Jane ghosting Ryan for years (wtf man), The Trainee handled that messiness with empathy for the young people who did a lot of growing up during the course of this series.

[bloatedandalone04]

Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.1

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which you pack your bags for paris, still unsure of whether or not you’ll return to london for anything other than the rest of your belongings, and anakin is forced to reach out to liz after she crosses another line.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.2k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Guilt had followed Anakin all week.

He talked to you for a good hour over the phone on Wednesday, and not once did he mention the fact that Liz had kissed him. He knew the longer he kept it from you, the worse it’ll be for him, but he was terrified of your reaction. 

Anakin had been faithful for nearly five years straight, and the one time he’s away from you for more than a few days he lets another girl get close to him. Close enough for him to break that streak in a single night. 

He knew that as soon as he told you, it could very well be over, and he never wanted to lose you, let alone because of something so out of character for him. 

Still, it wasn’t fair for you to be kept out of the loop, and though he hated to do it, he’d rather tell you in person. He could only hope that you saw it from his perspective, and how hard he’s been trying to get rid of her. 

Anakin was sitting on the couch, the passing scenery doing wonders at keeping his mind busy. He wanted to call you, but you told him that you needed to sort some things out today, and he’d just have to wait until you were able to talk. 

He had headphones on with the track Vinny and Theo had recorded during all the time Anakin spent with Liz, and he felt like the worst excuse of a friend and band member ever. 

They were actually trying to get music out while he just went out and partied. But he wouldn’t be doing that anymore. 

If one good thing came out of that whole club situation and the wake up call, it was that Anakin was finally inspired to write. Theo had come up with the idea to create a slower song rather than the loud and intense songs they’ve been playing for the last year and a half. He was sure it was because the bass player was feeling down a lot lately and needed a way to vent, and Anakin and Vinny were more than willing to agree to it. 

He listened to the track on repeat as he thought about possible lyrics, and Anakin was happy that Vinny had decided to try his luck with a piano. He played it for about four years before he switched to drums, but he clearly still knew how to play the string instrument as it sounded amazing through his headphones. 

Before long, he had a whole page done and was starting his second when Vinny emerged from the back of the bus. His hair was a mess, signaling to Anakin that he had just woken up from a nap. 

Anakin could probably use a few more hours of sleep, too, but he knew it would never come. He’d just end up tossing and turning and wasting time, so he didn’t even bother. 

Vinny sat down next to him with a huff, taking the notebook out of Anakin’s hands as he did so. Anakin scoffed at him, taking off his headphones and setting them aside as he turned to face his friend. “Is this for a new song?” Vinny asked with a yawn as he read over the page.

“Yeah,” Anakin answered, grabbing his phone and sending you a quick text. 

Vinny set the notebook aside after reading it over. “Sounds good,” he mumbled. “Glad to see you got your inspiration back.”

“Yeah, but at what cost,” Anakin muttered.

“Anakin, Y/n will understand,” he tried to reassure him, but probably knew that it was pointless as Anakin would continue to feel like shit until he knew for sure that he wouldn’t lose you because of the mistake he made with Liz.

So when he didn’t respond, Vinny just shook his head and stood back up. He rummaged around in the mini fridge before grabbing two water bottles and heading back to Clara, leaving Anakin to finish up the song he had titled ‘Falling’.

-

“I feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time,” you confessed as you sat on the grass in the Quad. “I completely messed up that last assignment. I didn’t even try.” 

Evan gave you a pointed look as he sipped from the straw of his smoothie. “You’re not wasting everyone’s time, Y/n,” he stated, making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious. Kenneth would’ve sent you running on the first day if he thought you were wasting his time.”

You shrug and look at different flights on your phone. “Maybe, but I still accused him of favoring me when he was literally just trying to be nice,” 

“Y/n,” Evan called out to you, making you look up. “You’re a good writer. You’re one of the best in the class, don’t think that you’re not. One bad piece doesn’t make you a bad writer, you know that.”

You shrug again, sipping on your own smoothie. “Yeah, I guess,” 

Evan set down his drink and moved closer to you. “I mean it. You’re going places…if you decide to stay, that is. While it’ll certainly give me a better chance at getting published, it’ll still suck to lose you. But if you’re no longer happy here, then you deserve to do something that does make you happy.”

You give him a smile and lean over to hug him quickly. “Thanks, Ev,” 

He returned the hug before standing up. “Are you coming to class today?” 

You think about it for a few seconds then shake your head. “No, I have some thinking to do,”

He nods and gives you a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’ll just see you later then,”

You nod back and watch as he makes his way to the building the class is in before pulling out your phone. 

Ani: I hope you’re having a better day today, baby. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I love you. 

The text brings a smile to your lips as you stand up and throw away your garbage as you reply to him.

So far so good. I can’t wait to see you, too, Ani. I love YOU.

You head in the opposite direction of your class, planning on going back to your room and packing your bag for Paris. Maybe you’d even start packing up to go back home. While Evan’s attempts at reassuring you were nice, you still didn’t feel confident in yourself anymore. 

Anakin had even tried to reassure you, but he also said that you didn’t have to force yourself to stay if it wasn’t what you wanted anymore, and to have that support from him had your head feeling clearer than it had in weeks. 

If all else failed, you still always had him, and that was enough for you to know that you’d be okay. 

You pack the essentials and set your bag down next to your desk before sitting down on your bed. Grabbing your phone, you begin to look through more flight options. There was one for three in the afternoon, meaning you’d be able to be in Paris by five thirty at the latest. You’d have to swing by class tomorrow to talk to Kenneth, and to possibly say goodbye to him. 

You really weren’t sure if you were going to come back for anything other than the rest of your belongings once Anakin and the guys leave France and you’d have to say goodbye again. Maybe you could just pack the rest of your things and meet him at the next location. You wouldn’t mind sharing that small bunk with him for the next two months, and you knew he wouldn’t mind either. 

Without another thought, you buy the ticket and set your phone down, pulling out your laptop and continuing to write the rough draft of your short story, despite your plans potentially dropping the class.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur, and before you knew it, it was the next morning and you were packing last minute things and making sure you had your ticket ready. You set everything on your bed, excitement pulsing through you at the fact that you’d be seeing Anakin in less than nine hours.

His text had you feeling the happiest you’ve been all week, and you had shamelessly read it more than once. 

Ani: I can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ve missed you so much, princess.

He was the sweetest, and you were shaking with nerves at the thought of feeling his arms around you again after four weeks of zero physical contact.

You leave your dorm and make your way to class, well aware that it had ended at nine and it was now nearing ten. With a quick inhale, you enter the classroom and meet Kenneth’s eyes from across the room. He was sitting at his desk, his brow furrowed as he looked back down at the papers he was reading. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted in a monotone voice. “Glad to see you could make it to class today, though you are an hour late and the class is already over.”

Giving him a forced and embarrassed smile, you step into the room. “Yeah,” you trail off, playing with your fingers as you stand by the door. “I’m sorry I missed the last two classes, it’s just….I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.”

Kenneth didn’t look up from the papers as he said, “Well, you’ve certainly done a great job at trying to prove that,” 

Your face heats up and you look at the floor. “Yeah…I’m really sorry, Kenneth,” you murmur, glancing down at the A on your wrist. You feel the smallest bit of comfort from just looking at it, and you lift your head with a newfound confidence. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. That was the last thing I wanted to do.” 

That had your instructor looking up at you. He studied your face for a few seconds before sitting up in his chair. “You didn’t waste my time, Miss Y/l/n,” he stated. “In fact, I quite enjoyed reading your previous pieces, so I don’t know why you think you wasted anyone’s time.”

You shrug at him and avoid eye contact. You just needed to get through this, then you could go to the airport and be with Anakin again after a month of not seeing him. 

“I assume you came here to tell me that you’re dropping out?” Kenneth asks and you look over at him.

“Do you think I should?” You ask.

“That’s not up to me,” he says. “It’s your choice.”

You huff, “Do you think I’m…..good enough?”

Kenneth raises his brows. “Do I think you’re good enough?” He repeated your question and leaned back. “I think you’re a great writer, Miss Y/l/n, and it would be  unfortunate to lose you before I got to really see what you can do. But, it’s your decision, and I can’t make it for you.”

You give him a small smile and nod. “Right. I guess that’s a good answer,” 

He returns the smile before asking, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m….my boyfriend is performing at a few venues in Paris, so I’m going to meet him there,” you tell him. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be missing a few classes next week.”

Kenneth nods. “It might be best for you to take some time to figure out what you want to do,” he says. “If you decide to stay, there’s always a spot for you in my class, but if you want to go then I can’t stop you. But just know that one bad piece doesn’t make you a bad writer, and you shouldn’t let it have that much control over you.”

Your smile fades a bit at how similar his and Evan’s words are. Maybe they were right. “I’m trying,”

He shrugged, “That’s all you can do,” 

A few seconds pass before you nod. “Well, I should get going. I don’t want to be rushing to the airport,” 

“Before you go,” he called out to you just as you began to turn around. “I want you to know that, whatever you decide to do, I support you.”

That had a genuine smile forming on your lips. “Thank you, Kenneth, and I’m sorry for…everything,”

Then you were off. You headed back to your room to grab your bag, finding Evan leaning against the wall next to your door. Your look of surprise had him raising his brows, “What, you thought I was gonna let you leave without saying goodbye to me first? Especially since I might never see you again after this?”

You laugh and walk into his open arms. “I haven’t decided if I’m dropping the class or not, Ev,” you say and rest your head against his chest. “And I’d say goodbye to you before I left, anyway.” 

“How generous,” he teased and pulled away. His eyes flickered all over your face before he met your gaze. “Have fun, okay? Go spend time with your famous boyfriend, and don’t worry about anything else, alright? You deserve it.”

You smile and nod, “Okay,” you agree. “I’ll see you next week, Evan. Promise.”

He squinted his eyes at you. “You better,” he said back, giving you another smile before leaving. You grab your bag and look around your room one last time before setting down the note you had written to Bailey. She was still at her parents house since there was some family emergency, and you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to her. 

You leave it on her bed before locking the door and ordering a ride to the airport, the stress of everything finally beginning to lift once you’re seated on the plane. 

-

Anakin could not stop pacing the length of the small hallway on the bus. 

He was shaking, he was so excited to see you. 

He couldn’t think about much else other than your sweet scent, your kind smile, your achingly pretty face, and the way your body fit perfectly against his own. He was craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He couldn’t believe he had gone a month without you.

Vinny was watching him with a tired expression, his arm draped over Clara’s shoulders as she slept next to him on the couch. “Dude,” he grunted after watching him pace a few more times. “What are you doing? Why are you pacing?”

Anakin flexed his fingers as he shrugged, passing by the brunet once again. “I can’t help it,” he answered. “I have to leave in less than half an hour to pick her up and bring her back here. Half an hour, Vin, then she’s here.”

Vinny let out a laugh of disbelief, glancing down at his sleeping girlfriend. “I hope she’s this excited to see me at some point in the future,” he muttered to himself as Anakin tried to calm himself down. 

“I missed her so much, Vin,”

“I know,”

“I can’t wait to see her,”

“I know, Anakin,”

“Please tell me that you and Clara are doing something tonight,” Anakin was powerless to stop the desperation from coming through in his voice.

Vinny smirked up at him, “Is that your way of asking if the bus will be empty tonight?”

“I need to be alone with her,” Anakin groaned. “I need it to be just the two of us, so we can talk. I need to clear a few things up with her.”

Vinny laughed. “I understand, man,” he said. “I’ll take Clara out for dinner or something and we’ll tour the Paris nightlife.”

Anakin gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” then he checked his phone and nearly dropped it when he saw Liz’s newest Instagram post. “Fuck.”

It was a close up picture of Anakin on stage a couple nights ago, his hair damp and his skin sweaty as he finished the last song of the set. He remembered feeling the high of that night, and he would’ve been happy to see that Liz had captured a photo of it, but right now all he felt was rage as he read the caption. 

elizaphotography: Thought you’d all enjoy a hot, up close and personal shot of the sexy lead singer of Screaming Whispers ;) 

She added a bunch of stupid hashtags and even tagged him, and Anakin wanted to throw his phone at the nearest wall. Vinny must’ve sensed the sudden change as he sat up a bit and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“She- I can’t fucking believe her,”

Vinny reached forward and grabbed his phone, his gaze hardening once he saw the post. “Wow, this bitch won’t quit,” he muttered, reading the caption over and over again. “She must think she’s invincible or some shit, because- what are you doing?”

Anakin had swiped his phone out of Vinny’s hand and clicked on Liz’s contact as he left the bus, hoping that the air would cool him off at least a little. It rang for a few seconds before the call connected, “Ah, I knew that would get your attention,”

“Back off, Liz,” Anakin rasped, leaning against the side of the bus as he felt his heartbeat quicken. “I mean it.”

“You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, Anakin,” she stated. “You’re acting like a prick. I thought we were friends.”

“You thought wrong,” he said and tried to take back control of his breathing. “Change that caption, or better yet, delete the entire fucking post.”

Liz hummed, “Thought I was allowed to post you? In fact, it’s on the contract that I get your image out there for the world to see,” she laughed. “Well, it says something like that, anyway.”

“I’m not joking, Liz,” he muttered under his breath, and her annoying voice had his body heating up in rage.

“I’m not joking either, Anakin,” she said back. “You led me on. I can claim that. Don’t piss me off, Anakin, or I’ll tell Y/n myself that you cheated on her.”

“I didn’t-”

“But you did,” she cut him off. “I’m living proof.”

“What do you want, Liz? Huh?” Anakin asked in frustration as he tugged on his hair. “Why do you insist on being such a-”

“A what, Anakin? What?” She pressed. “Call me anything other than my name, and I’ll message her right now.”

Anakin bit his tongue, holding back on calling her every bad name he could think of, because it really wouldn’t help much at all. “Keep her out of this,” he said as calmly as he could. He didn’t like her holding you over him like this when she had no fucking clue about anything involving yours and his relationship. She was just the fucking tour photographer, why did she think she had such an important role in his life? 

“Yeah,” she hummed. “Maybe I’ll do that.” 

Then she hung up and Anakin cursed under his breath as he opened the Instagram app. He deleted all the photos she took of him from his account, wanting nothing to do with her at all anymore. Sure, the photos were great and he actually liked them quite a lot, but he refused to be associated with her in any way. 

Before he got off the app, he clicked on Liz’s account and saw that she did actually change the caption, but it still didn’t settle the anger brewing within him. Without a second thought, he blocked her and pocketed his phone after calling a ride that would take him to the airport and to you.

-

They reunite soon :') (but is that a good thing?)

[richiejerimovichsblueeyes]

hello :) could i please request a dark/yandere richie x reader? maybe reader is a new younger waitress at the bear/beef (maybe s1 or s2 era) and he becomes obsessed with her? maybe he gets really possessive, thinking carmy is trying to get with her & he’s closer to her age. and maybe he kidnaps reader because he wants her all to himself or to be eva’s new mom and start a family. reader is kinda into him but he’s moving way too fast for her. feel free to make it as dark as you’re comfortable with!

Here you go, darling! I hope you enjoy <3

Make you Mine-Richie Jerimovich × female reader 18+ MDI

Warnings- Richie is possessive of reader, jealousy, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk, fingering, breeding kink (if you squint), Richie knocks out reader (subtlety described), and kidnapping. I'm sure I'm forgetting something.

PSA- If any of these things make you uncomfortable please DNI

Authors note- this is my first time writing anything yandere. I hope I did it justice. I didn't want to make Richie too possessive or write anything too dark. I just know when Richie falls, he falls hard.

I have two other requests that I need to write, and one that I came up with on my own. Request are currently open.

Thank you for your reblogs, hearts, and comments <3 I'm not the best writer, but I enjoy indulging myself in my Richie fantasies, and hopefully fulfilling those fantasies for you as a reader.

As Eva sat across from me in a booth at the chaotic shell of The Original Beef of Chicagoland, which was being renovated into The Bear, I told her I have the original Fearless on CD. I started working as a server a few weeks ago. I was becoming well acquainted with the staff. Since we were not open yet, I was doing odd jobs like painting and helping unbox new equipment. Every day was different here, and today I somehow got stuck keeping Richie Jerimovich’s five-year-old daughter company. Eva’s blue eyes got wide. “What is a CD?” she asked innocently. The child had no clue what a CD was, which made me chuckle. “Ask your Dad….” I said while looking towards the door. Speaking of the devil himself, Richie came walking in. He looked partially frustrated. Despite our short time together, he exuded an air of mystery. He was loud, prickly, and swore a ton. Behind those blue eyes, I sensed something. Despite knowing better, I couldn’t help but feel.

“Dad! What is a CD?” Eva asked, while turning to meet her father’s eyes. Richie wore a light blue Chicago Beef shirt and grey track pants. I chuckled at Eva’s innocent question. “A CD is something that plays music, sweetheart. It’s something that your old dad used to listen to music on.” He explained to Eva with his eyes occasionally meeting mine. “I told her I had Fearless by Taylor Swift on CD.” I told Richie with a grin. “Ah, do you now? I didn’t expect you to be a swiftie.” He said with a small grin. I’m not exactly a swiftie, but I do enjoy her music. Especially her older stuff.” I explained to Richie. I just couldn’t bring myself to look away from his beautiful eyes. “Well, a silly little kid has kinda roped me into it.” He smirked as he ruffled Eva’s hair. This caused Eva to giggle. “Dad! I know you listen to her when I’m not around. I can see your recently listened on your Spotify.” She informed him. Richie shook his head while looking in my direction. “These kids and technology. Know their way around a phone, but don’t know what a CD is. What do they teach these kids in those schools?” He observed. “Well…I can lend you my collection of old Taylor CDs and you can show them to her.” I said. This made Eva break out into a grin. “Really!?” she gasped. I nodded in response. “I don’t listen to them anymore, so you can hang onto them as long as you like. Just remember, “I said, “Make sure you give them extra care because they are well loved.”

Richie’s electric blue eyes met mine. There was a sensation that I encountered that I couldn’t grasp. Something that I shouldn’t be feeling for him. He smiled at me. “Thank you,” he mouthed as he helped Eva get her things around. I smiled in return, that feeling rising back up again. “Hey y/n will you help me in the back?” Carmy asked me as he emerged through the plastic makeshift curtain that separated what would be the kitchen and the dining area. “Cousin! I can help.” Richie said, while helping Eva gather her coloring pages and some books that had been helping her stay occupied. “Nah, get Eva home. It’s been a long day.” Carmy said to Richie. “I said I can do it!.” Richie said a little more firmly. “You’ve been here since 6am. It’s nearly 5. Plus, I want y/n’s help specifically.” Carmy said with a frustrated sigh. Carmy was hard to get to know. At first he was quiet and showed aggression and frustration. He was quick-tempered. But, after some time I began to like him. He was an incredible chef, the best actually. He was loyal and passionate about his craft. During the times things were actually going smoothly, I found his company soothing and got along with him. “I don’t know why I can’t just fuckin’ help. I’ve been here forever and you’re out here acting like I’m some jagoff who can’t handle manual labor,” Richie said loudly. Eva was unphased. Poor thing was probably used to a lot of arguing and shouting. “Fucking Christ, cousin!! Get over yourself. You’re being a shithead.” Carmy snapped back loudly. “Don’t you fuckin’ yell around my daughter!” Richie said with anger. “You started it, jerk! Can’t deal with the fact I want a woman’s help.” Richie sighed at Carmy’s statement. “I’m just gonna get before I slug your stupid face.” Richie muttered as grabbed Eva’s tiny hand. Carmy huffed and rolled his eyes. I watched Richie and Eva leave. She turned her head and gave me a small wave as Richie led her through the door. I gave her a smile and waved back. I had taken a liking to Eva. Sometimes small children could be the best company. Definitely a lot better than two grown men who couldn’t seem to get along.

Richies POV

“Sorry sweetheart…sorry you had to see that.” I told Eva as I strapped her into the car seat. She looked at me with her blue eyes that were like mine. “It’s okay.” She said. “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it ok. I’m not setting a good example. Just don’t repeat any of that stuff…” I explained. I didn’t need Tiff finding out and getting in my case even more. She already thought I was a deadbeat. I didn’t need to give her another reason on her stupid list of “why Richie is POS.” Eva nodded. “Why did you get mad at Carmy?” she asked me as I started my car. I sighed. I didn’t need to explain to her that I was jealous of Carmy. He and Y/N had been really chummy lately, and it bothered me. Y/N was beautiful, and so good with Eva. “Hey, Eva?” I asked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. “What do you think of y/n?” I asked. Eva’s little face broke out in a grin. “She’s so cool! She likes Taylor Swift. She helps me color, and she’s so pretty…do you think she’s pretty, Dad? I chuckled at Eva’s question. “Yeah.” She’s cute.” I said. Correction: she was the most gorgeous and incredible woman I’d ever met. But I downplayed it for Eva. “Are you gonna take her out for ice cream?” I laughed at my child’s statement. “Can she come with us sometime to get ice cream?” Eva asked with glee. My heart rate spiked with excitement. It would be a good chance for me to get to know her outside of the beef. “Yeah, we can ask her.” I said, without sounding too eager. Eva just helped her dad get one step closer to the girl of his dreams.

Your POV

Those blue eyes were swimming through my mind. I wiggled my fingers, and I tried to think of a reply for Carmy. 

Yeah! I’ll go tasting with you! 

I shook my head. Nah, that was too eager. 

Sounds good! See ya then. 

Better. I sighed as I hit send. I liked Carmy, but I sensed he thought of me as more than a friend. As far as I was concerned, we were platonic. Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe I should have been thinking of Carmys’ blue eyes, not Richies’s. I couldn’t get those ocean blue eyes out of my mind. He was much older than me…nearly twenty years ahead of me. I knew it was wrong to feel things for him. I was anxiously waiting for the ice cream date with him and Eva, even though it wasn’t even a date. Richie and Eva (mostly Eva) asked me to go out for ice cream with them tomorrow night. I eagerly said yes. Eva was so sweet, and, well, Richie had a certain magnetism that attracted me. But he probably only wanted me to come along because Eva begged him. Not because he liked me. Get a grip, I thought. At least Carmy was my age, but with him I felt nothing. 

Richies POV

Her beautiful mouth looked so kissable as she licked her lemon flavored ice cream. I wanted to lean over and feel the coldness of the ice cream on her lips, and taste the sweetness. God, I was pathetic. Sitting here fantasizing about kissing her while Eva talked her ear off. Every so often Y/Ns eyes shifted to mine, and I swore my heart pounded harder every time. “Dad, I need to go potty.” Eva said, while pulling at my arm. “The bathroom is right there.” I said, pointing to the restroom door within eyeshot. Tiff wanted her to be more independent since she was soon starting school. I hated seeing her grow so fast, but she made me so proud of how smart she was. “Wash your hands, and flush, ok?” I said to her as she walked towards the bathroom. Y/n smiled. “She’s adorable, you know?” She said. This made me grin. “Thanks. She likes you.” I chuckled while scratching my head. “You know..if you ever need a sitter outside of work..I’d be willing.” She offered. This made me smile. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.” I agreed. Great for me too, because I wanted to see more of her. “Can we exchange numbers?” she asked. I nodded. We quickly exchanged phones so we could type in our numbers. I knew I was getting her number only for communicating while she watched Eva, but it sent a thrill through me. “Hey, could you maybe watch her a bit tomorrow? I gotta deal with stuff at the beef. Fak doesn’t want to deal with wiring alone.” I groaned at the thought. “actually…I promised Carmy I’d go tasting with him for menu ideas.” My heart sank to the bottom of my gut. That little fuck, I thought. I tried to keep my expression neutral. “s’ok I’ll just leave her with Tiff tomorrow.” 

The picture I took of Eva and Y/N was strictly for me. I was so happy when Eva asked me to take a picture of them together for her wall. She adored y/n. But all I could think about was making y/n mine. My cock was painfully hard after y/n gave me a hug goodbye. I wasn’t expecting it. Her body felt so small against mine. It was clear I needed to get laid, and I could easily just go find a willing woman my age, but that beautiful little woman made me so worked up. I zoomed in on the photo, noticing the way her shirt showed her cleavage. I imagined how beautiful those tits must be, and how soft her skin would feel against my lips. 

I fumbled with my belt, my phone falling from my lap to the couch cushions. I gripped my throbbing cock after freeing myself from my constraining boxers. A guttural groan escaped my lips. I imagined her parted lips as I slid into her. “Fuck, babe. I bet you’re so tight.” I muttered as I continued to pump my cock with my hand. My mind imagined her sweet body underneath me. 

Your POV

My phone rang as I laid in bed, Richie’s name popping up on screen. It was late, but I picked it up, anyway. “Hey, Richie.” I said, waiting for him to reply. I heard muffled moans. “Richie!” I said into the phone. Again, nothing. I was about to hang up, but froze when I heard him. “I need to fuck you..feel you sweet pussy,” I gasped. He was jerking off. I knew he pocket dialed me. “y/n! Oh, fuck” My heart stopped at his throaty moan. I felt heat in my core. His moans sounded on the other line and each one made me wet. I should really hang up, but he’d never know of what I was about to do. My hand slipped down inside my panties, my fingers finding my soaked folds. Bringing the phone to my ear and listening to his moans as I played with my clit. I held back my sighs and moans. Richie moaned Louder, and I knew he was getting close. His grunts sent me over the edge, my orgasm coming quickly. “Oh, fuck!! I’m gonna fill her up someday, put my cum in her…make her a mom…make her mine.” He spoke. His declaration ended in a growl. I imagined him bucking his hips as his cum spurt out of his shaft. My orgasm washed over me, causing my walls to spasm around my fingers. “Richie! Oh, fuck…I want you,” I moaned as I spasmed hard. Quickly I ended the call, praying he didn’t hear me practically scream his name as I orgasmed. “Oh, fuck….that didn’t just happen..” I said, burying my face in my pillow. The wetness between my thighs was a stark reminder that I clearly felt more than friendship for Richie, and it scared me.

Richies POV

My heart was pounding so loud in my ears after I came hard over my fist. She heard me…she must have picked up. Her moaning was the hottest noises I’d ever heard. I needed to feel that sweet pussy under my tongue, wrapped around my fingers, squeezing my cock. One day, I’d pump my cum so deep in her that I’d make her pregnant. Imagining her round and full with my baby inside of her made me hard again. She would be my baby’s mom, Eva’s new mom, and most importantly, mine to love. I would make her mine, even if she wasn’t ready for me. I’d been waiting for nearly five decades for the right woman. I had been divorced, but now I had the women I needed right in front of me. This woman was driving me to the point of madness. I needed her, to own her, to love her, to protect her, to make her mine in every way imaginable. But there was someone in the way…Carmy. I could tell the little fuck had eyes for her, and she was falling for it. Seeing Y/N with cousin would be pure torture. It already was. Hearing her laugh at his stupid fucking jokes, seeing her eyes follow him across the room, it made me want to vomit right in-front of them. My mind went straight to the thought of her fucking him. That couldn’t happen…I wouldn’t let it. She belonged with me, in my bed, in my arms, in my blood, running through my veins. Carmy always got what he wanted. It was my fuckin’ turn.

Your POV

I froze as I heard the door handle to my apartment jingle. Panic coursed through me. I scrambled from my phone, finding Carmys name in my contacts. “Pick up, pick up,” I whispered, but no answer... I should call the police, I thought, but there was no way they would be here in time. My eyes searched my room for some sort of defense tool. I knew I had to act fast. Fear paralyzed me as I attempted to get out of bed. Covering my head with a blanket and praying to the heavens was my only course of action. I heard footsteps come towards my bedroom door. “Take whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me!” I yelled to the intruder. “Sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you..” a familiar voice said. I threw off my blanket to see Richie standing in my room. “Richie!! What the fuck!?” I said with rage. He slowly stepped towards my bed with an expression that I couldn’t read. “Now, you can either come with me, or put up a fight..your choice,” he whispers as he lifts my chin with his finger. “W-what do you want?” I questioned. “You, angel..” He stated as his lips brushed against my forehead. I hated the way his kiss made me feel, fuzzy and warm. “Richie..I..just want to be friends.” He let out a dark chuckle at my words. “You see, babe..you think Carmy will save you..but you don’t need him. You need me. Someone who will love you, take care of you, make you feel good,” He said in a husky voice as his fingers trailed down my neck. “You’re just jealous! You’re so obsessed with me…here I started to like you…but you’re just a possessive creep.” I said, raising my voice as I pushed him away. Something flashed in his icy blue eyes, something that made me regret ever saying that, because before I knew it, he pressed his lips to mine. I should pull away. I should run. But my body betrayed me. My hands ran through his short brown hair, which caused him to let out a low growl. His lips pressed against mine, moving softly, as if they were made for me. The flavor of nicotine and mint cloaked my taste buds and senses. I felt his tongue probing at the seams of my lips, begging for entry. Our tongues tangled immediately after I opened my mouth. I was floating, falling, crashing towards something unknown. Richie pulled back, leaving me feeling empty. Those beautiful blue eyes gazed into mine. “You’re mine..” He growled as his hands ran down my hips to my ass. “Richie….” I said in a whisper. I was so conflicted now. His kiss set a fire inside of me, but I wasn’t ready for whatever this was. “Shhh, shhh..it’s ok sweetheart. You’re coming home with me.” He said with a sweet grin. I glanced around my bedroom. “Umm..I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I warned him. “Why not? You’re perfect. You will be mine. You’ll be Eva’s new mom…” “Wait there!” I said putting my hands up. “Eva has a mom. She doesn’t need me, and for the record we are moving way too fast.” Richie shook his head. What’s wrong with her having two moms? Plus, who cares how fast we are going. I know what I need, and that is you.” He whispers as he ghosts a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Richie…I can’t we explore these feelings at a slower pace?” I asked. “Babe. I don’t want to wait. You’re coming with me, and we will start a life together.” He said with a smile. If he wasn’t making me so angry I’d be falling for it. “No! I’m not ready for that.” I said pulling away from his grasp. “It’s abkit Carmy isn’t it? Well..the jagoff is currently locked in the walk in so he can’t save you. Your probably wondering why he never picked you up tonight? Well i made sure he wasn’t gonna get to you.” My eyes went wide at his declaration. “You really are out of you mind! Get out of my apartment.” I screamed. “Angel. I don’t wanna do this…I don’t want to hurt you…” He said while wrapping his arms around me, making me feel safe, which made me angry at myself. “W-what..you wouldn’t..” I stuttered. “I’m so sorry sweetheart…it’ll be ok. We’ll be home soon.” Before I knew everything faded to black. 

My eyes slowly opened to an unfamiliar room. I was in a bed, covered in a blanket. Rolling over, I found Richie laying beside me. “Morin’ sweetheart,” he whispered. The memories of last night all came rushing back. From him breaking into my apartment, to the kiss. It dawned on me that he must have knocked me cold. I wanted to punch him, to scream at him, but there was something in those eyes of his that made my heart slow down. The way he looked at me, as if I was the most beautiful thing on earth. He brushed the hair off my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. His touch was so gentle, so soft, so loving. I relaxed into it, my eyelids fluttering closed. “I’m sorry about last night…I know I reacted inappropriately. I just….I…I…the thought of you not being mine drove me to madness.” I should have been furious. I should have been angry, but I wasn’t. By some unknown force, I crashed my lips to his. Electricity flowed through me as his lips moved against mine. He rolled over so his body was slightly trapping mine underneath him. Greedy hands slid down my waist. His large hand splayed over my stomach, lightly keeping me grounded. His other hand gently parted my legs. “Is this ok?” He asked in a husky voice as his hand rested on my inner thigh before he touched me where I desperately needed him too. I nodded, giving him permission. “I bet Carmy would never make you feel this good..” He growled as his fingers pressed against the wet fabric of my panties. “I bet he doesn’t make you soaking wet.” He whispered against the shell of my ear before he kissed down my neck. “Spread those legs wider, baby. I need to feel all of you.” My head tilted back while I let out a moan as he pushed aside the fabric of my panties to feel my arousal. “Fuck, you feel so good. Better than I ever imagined.” He whispered as he circled my clit. Richie was right. No one else made me feel this good. Only Richie could. He made me feel wanted and took care of me. “You’re all mine, angel.” He whispered as he brought me closer to the brink of exploding. My breath hitched. I tried to say something back, but his touches made me unable to form a coherent sentence. So I kissed him, pouring every ounce of love for him that I had into our kiss. “You’re mine, Y/N. All mine, and I’ll make sure you’re always loved and taken care of.” He promised after our kiss as he started to undress me. I knew right then the abrasive, incredibly handsome, yet oddly endearing older man had found a way into my heart and I wasn’t letting go. His eyes sparkled as he looked down at me. I noticed the hundred different shades of blue in his eyes, the smattering of freckles against the bridge of his nose and the sockets of his eyes. The feeling scared me, the fear of the fall. But, he was right there to catch me .

[novelconcepts]

Another year, another absurd amount of books read (296, because if I wasn't reading or writing this year, my brain was on fire). I was asked again for my top books of the year, so here we go: 2023's top 10, in no particular order.

This was the first book I read of the year--literally, vacated the hangout with my wife and sibling-in-laws to sit on their couch upstairs and eat through it. Do you love The Fall of the House of Usher, but wish for a nonbinary protagonist and a lot more mushrooms? This is the book for you! (T. Kingfisher is fucking rad, I made a concerted effort to only list ONE of her books on here, but honorable mention goes to The Twisted Ones for fucking me upppp.)

A gay, post-apocolyptic Pinocchio retelling involving copious robots, found family elements, and a cool-ass treehouse. Klune always hits for me with his unrepentant queer family dynamics and sense of humor. Honorable mention to the first two in the Green Creek series (although that's got a lot more...adult elements in among the werewolves, you've been warned).

I thiiiink I found this through The Homo Schedule podcast (PSA: if you missed out on Jasmin Savoy Brown and Liv Hewson doing a podcast together, now you know better), and it wrecked my shit. Tons of trigger warnings, as this is a memoir about abuse within a queer relationship, but it's so beautifully written. I personally suggest listening to the audiobook first, then standing anxiously behind someone at a book warehouse sale, hoping they'll set down the only paperback copy so you can swipe it.

A fantastical-historical reimagining in which the KKK is filled with literal monsters, and Black women are resistance fighters armed to take them out. Visceral and intense, and truly an excellent horror story.

Just. Such a soft time travel story about a daughter and her father and cherishing the time you get with loved ones. I was thoroughly unprepared for how lovely I found this one. It's very kind.

Spooky house, take-no-shit redhead, protective sibling elements, bisexual recluse with a sword who really just needs a nap. I haven't found a Harrow book yet I haven't slapped five stars on. She's so good at character and atmosphere, and I'm always surprised at how fast her stories race by.

The whole Daevabad trilogy (of which this is the first book) is just magical. A girl from the mortal world finds herself embroiled with the centuries-long prejudices and wars of djinn in a fantastical city. It's one of the rare stories of its kind that does have a love triangle, but doesn't feel like a love triangle; it's far less interested in the insufferable "who gets picked" than it is in the actual horrors these people are both perpetrating and coping with. It's an intoxicating ride.

Fuck You, TERFS: the book. Given that fact, there's obviously quite a lot of transphobia to deal with, but it's very clear that those people are wrong, and it's a super-engaging (and super-oh-god-what-comes-next) witchy time populated with queer, protective, interesting characters I'm excited to see again in the follow-up.

Have you ever wanted a haunted house story with visceral imagery and a rather lovely twist? Gailey has you covered. As much as I enjoyed The Echo Wife, I think I actually loved this one more, and it makes me so excited to see what else they've got up their sleeve.

One of my final reads for the year, when I was just churning through hardcovers at the speed of sound. I love this book. I recognize it won't be for everyone, but it takes so much of what I love about IT (one of my all-time favorite books, despite its flaws) and twists it through the lens of an author who escaped the Mormon church. It's horrific, it's fantastically abstract in places, it explores childhood and memory, imagination and abuse, and almost every character is queer. It's a great "I simply cannot sleep until I've finished" read.

[themotherofhorses]

hi! vic here, doing something she TOTALLY said she wasn't gonna do.

Five stabs.  With each stab, she feels the blade pierce her skin, burying its tip deep inside her belly. NO! She wishes to scream aloud, in some desperate attempt for mercy. Not my babe! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! But she doubts her pleas would reach any listening ears. The gods never seem to spare any attention to the commonfolk. The sound of the butcher knife killing her is something terribly ugly to her ears — a loud squelching that accompanies her pained gasps and shrieks. When the arm snaked around her neck releases its bruising grip, she quickly pushes herself away from the man before stumbling up against her prince’s bed.  Oh no, she thinks, perhaps to calm her heavy pants, and distract herself from the blinding agony creeping up her spine. I just changed the sheets, gods! Her chest now hurts, and tears are coursing down both cheeks. All that hard work... for nothing... The two men talk behind her, and one shares a laugh, but she can’t hear anything. I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING! All she can do is stare at her stomach in silent horror, watching the blood seep between her fingers, down her arm, and puddle at her bare feet. Is it hers? Or the babe’s? She does not know.  MOTHER! She is scared. Terrified. Her bottom lip trembles.  Her twins are dead – their tiny, broken bodies strewn near their father’s desk. One is missing his head, if she is correct. Was it Aemion? Aenar? She cannot bring herself to look at them again. She worries her beloved prince will be standing at the bedchamber door — his handsome face twisted into a glare — disappointed at her incompetence at protecting his heirs. I am so sorry. She glances upward, eyes focusing on the window across the room. Forgive your silly little maid, my prince.

anyways, this is your only warning. a PSA. don't believe me? ask @bbyaemond.

[static-scribblez]

last night i had a dream that will wood made an entire 1970s themed horror arg podcast, which for some reason had the same cover art as in case i make it, but like, more grainy and desaturated (it may have been made to promote the album idk)

all i remember is episode 1 being about 35 minutes (dream me had a short attention span, they only listened to one minute of pure static before he got bored)

Putting the rest under a read more because I don’t think everyone will want to read this, I’m so sorry I should’ve put this earlier

episode 4 was a five minute long, live action psa about, like, breaking ins and keeping your doors locked or something, i can't remember but it was disturbing as shit, the guy who broke in had a gun (it was a prop gun dw) and every now and again throughout the episode it would just cut to him slowly walking around the house

the episode ended with the youngest girl muttering "i think i'm gonna throw up" after almost getting shot by the guy - i think in the dream it was implied that she wasn't acting at all throughout the episode, and nobody told her they were planning on having a guy break into their house / their set, because they wanted her to have a 'genuine reaction' or something

i think my brain lost the plot at that point because what the fuck does any of this have to do with will wood

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hi, OPN? I'm getting a lot of yellow circle activity in my area. Think I even saw a few O-Sec guys. They've been milling around for a few days now, and I was wondering if it was something to worry about or if I should just carry on. I didn't want to disturb them because they all assumed on edge and jumpy.

And when O-Sec is jumpy, that's usually cause for concern.

....where is this? If you're in ████████████ ████████, I need you to actually listen to the PSAs and stay out of their way until...tomorrow, the 13th.

Remember Advanced Masquerade Protocols are in full effect. Chemical spill cover story. If you see blue lights, stay away - if you see yellow lights, that's good.

Don't talk to any holes in the wall, don't approach any red fleshy tentacles that extend from the ground, don't think about the sky, don't look up don't look up don't look up

Don't SIX SIX SEVEN FIVE SIX disturb any Yellow CHESTER STEPBROTHER EIGHT TWO Circle members as they work. We're STRING PRICES RISING DOT DOT SIX TWO having to clean up a hell of a mess THE PRESIDENT WEARS A GREEN TIE AND ALL HOPE LOWERS SIX SIX TWO PERCENT of cognitohazards. Luckily we're scrubbing these messages so nothing NOTHING BELOW, NOTHING ABOVE is getting out.

[jnprmoone]

Also also I'm adding Ana de Armas back as a secondary fc for June bc I just super miss her and every time I see edits of her on the dash I have very serious June feelings. So yeah if that's the fc you prefer, partners can absolutely request her for our threads.

[badclown]

sideblogs to this blog that i also write:

@jnprmoone - June Moone

@hrlnqnzll - Harley Quinn

@visakanya - Poison Ivy

[moonsaver]

Thank goodness your writing again. I missed your writing. Have you saved up enough jades for the upcoming banner? Heads up since Firefly and Jade kit and animation is already in the honkai star rail leaks reddit and let me tell you they are amazing. Firefly is so cool and awesome and Jade is dommy mommy, make it very hard for me to manage my jades. But alas I am a robin fan and in dire need of 5 star harmony(since I lost 50/50 from both of the two previous limited five stars to bronya, she really said I am only the five star harmony you need) so I have 45 pulls ready hope to win 50/50 once again (I swear if I lost to freaking bronya again, the I’ll accept and relic farm for her).

PSA: Sorry if I seem too pushy but are you still continuing the Care Package series? I loved it so much and miss those adorable writing. I’ll be patiently waiting if you decide to continue to the series. I even have some mini headcannons that I’d like to share with you if you do so.

Hello! Its great to be back haha, im glad to know you were patiently waiting for me <3.

Unfortunately, I dont play honkai star rail anymore – my phone just gives up and so i just resort to watching the gameplays online. However, if I was still playing, I'd probably save up for firefly! I have yet to see the leaks hehe. Also, Jade was a surprising addition by the devs. It's also (lamented by sunday enjoyers) surprising that she's to be released before Sunday if I'm correct?

Regardless, I wish you the best for your rolls on Robin! She's a cutie, I'd love to have her on my team too. Although.. Bronya seems to be challenging her spot on your team, lol. I hope either way, you win your 5050s and get the best of relics for your characters <3

Also, no you're not pushy at all with the Care Packages. I've been wanting to continue it but I'm not sure which characters to do just yet. I'll probably kickstart it again with a special "Trailblazer" package "event", and complete a few more characters on my list that way, hehe. Im also open to listening to your ideas! Feel free to reply to my posts, reblog them with it or just send an ask directly.