#and if you read my silly sappy tags: thank you for following me! I know the fandom’s a little dead and so is this blog but

[daniigh0ul]

— #simblr gratitude day

dear simblr community,

hello! i'm going to be sappy. i just want to say that i really enjoy this corner of tumblr, and i look forward to reading everyone’s stories, seeing pretty screenshots, laughing at jokes only simmers would make, and the kindness i’ve seen extended from the people i follow and have had the pleasure of being mutuals with. and, modders, i didn’t forget you!! thank you for making this game better where it needs to be! this is a general post, because i want everyone to feel included today! consider yourself tagged, because you are. ❣️ (heart emoji)

to the storytellers: hi, there are so many stories on here that inspire me to be a better storyteller. whether it’s the people i’ve talked to about writing, plot, or character development, or lurking afar during a sleepless night while going through someone’s backlog, or seeing the cool and fun ways we use the video game(!) medium to tell stories, i appreciate every single one of you. whether the story is slice-of-life, fantasy, royalty, or something i haven’t discovered yet, i’m glad you’re telling your story/stories. and if i haven’t read your story yet, i will soon!!

to the funny simblrs: thank you for keeping this place alive with laughter. seriously the amount of times silly jokes have crossed my dashboard that made my day brighter are countless. whether we joke about the game’s numerous bugs and glitches, references to townies we love to hate (or hate to love), or things that are simblr specific, i appreciate you.

to the casual players:

y’all are stronger than me!! if you play vanilla, vanilla-lite, or modded and are happy to play through legacy and bachelor challenges, or share your sims for the sheer joy of sharing your sims, you are a pillar in this community! you keep this place collaborative and fun! please keep sharing your gameplay!

to the blender users (+ pretty picture people):

hi i adore your work. the use of lighting and composition and posing and all of the things you learned to make visuals for my eyes to feast upon? thank you!!! these are all things i’m still learning to do, so i really do love seeing it on my dash so i can take notes. keep posting them!!

to the modders: hi! thank you for making free recolors, free poses, free builds, free meshes, etc. made available to keep this hobby alive!! some of my favorite cc i have ever downloaded has been really niche cc—so if you’ve been doubting making that jester cc set or trash bag dress please do it. obviously, my examples are very silly but i’m being genuine!! i am a cc hoarding dragon and my collection is forever-growing, so continue making pretty things for my sims to wear, useful things to shove into lots, and poses to make my story-telling hobby a smidge easier thank you !!

okay, sappy time is over!! it’s impossible for me to know every single one of you, but to everyone i do know (or have chatted with, or am mutuals with, etc) you have been a fun and positive place for me to hang out online which is so rare in this age of the internet. keep doing that. and to anyone i don’t know yet, don’t be shy!! even if it’s not to me, the best way to become apart of this community is to engage in it—whether it’s sending an ask, replying to someone’s post, or joining a discord server! i promise you will have fun here!

<3 ok bye

[peccaberry]

Hello ACD readers!!! As some of you are aware by now, today is the first anniversary of Achilles Come Down being posted to A03! That means I officially started doing this fanfic one year ago to this day!

🎉🎉That is a really long time to do one thing!🎉🎉

As of me posting this ACD has gone from being a first fanfic from a no-name author with no followers to a mildly acclaimed one from that asshole who won't stop spamming the Rei Pokemon tag on Tumblr!!! Wow!!!

It's kind of hard to put into words just how much ACD means to me both as a writing project and just something that changed my life so much. Idk if it sounds kind of silly to say about a fanfiction but through it I've made a ton of new friends who support me and are genuinely some of the best friends I could have asked for. I love all of you guys a ton and thank you for being here for me 😭

I can tell I've improved a lot over the last year and I hope this next one brings even more improvement! No end in sight for the world's longest fanfic about something no one asked for but by god I'm gonna keep churning it out.

I'm gonna keep writing as long as you wanna keep reading it so please be sure to leave kudos or a nice comment/Tumblr ask to let me know if you are. Those of you that already have make me so proud and happy to have made something you love so much and I think about the nice things you've said all the time.

Anyway idk I was gonna write more sappy stuff but honestly just know if you read ACD you are in my will. Thank you for reading this and uhhhh have the art and an extra long chapter update. ❤️

[comfort-character-central]

Thank you all so much <3 (long post incoming, thank you if you read it!)

Before I begin, YES I KNOW THIS IS SWEET AND SILLY BUT LET'S BE HONEST IS IT REALLY A POST FROM MY ACCOUNT IF IT'S NOT SAPPY AND SWEET AND CHEESY? PLUS IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME, BUT ANYWAYS! IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ, IT'S A MILESTONE CELEBRATION POST WITH A DASH OF MY GRATITUDE FOR THIS ACCOUNT AND YALL AND ALSO SELFSHIPPING AS A WHOLE.

I normally don't take the time to mention numbers, especially in terms of followers or interaction. This is mostly because I'd rather focus on creating content both my followers and I enjoy, but today is a bit different. I woke up, checked my blog, and saw that there are 3000 people following me. For some, it may be silly to post about, but for me, it means the world.

When I began posting in January of last year, I had no idea if I was even going to keep this blog for long. Truthfully, I was still figuring out my place in selfshipping. I'd created f/o blogs in the past, but I never really kept them. This time, I'd promised myself that for once, I'd try to consistently post and create content that would bring me joy, whether anyone saw it or not. I added tags so that I could possibly find more people who felt the same way I did. I posted to not only create a space where I felt less alone in my personal bond with my f/os, but to also find others who may feel similarly. Over time, I've been able to create and post things that not only I enjoy, but that have also positively impacted others.

And while I didn't think I'd be on this blog for so long, I'm so glad I did. I am so glad I stuck with it, because there ar people who have followed me for my content and have enjoyed it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for letting me post and gush and get all excited about my f/os. Thank you for sharing and reblogging and interacting with my content, and telling me how much it means to you, even though you aren't obligated to. Thank you for making me feel so welcome and appreciated in this community. Thank you for each and every interaction. I cannot wait to keep creating new stuff, I can't wait to have more great experiences, but most of all, I can't wait to see what the future has in store.

If yall think I should do something special or have any ideas, let me know! Thank you all so much again.

[hyuuukais]

soooo normally i don't really pay attention to this kind of thing, especially on tumblr, but i wanted to take a moment to be sappy lol

500 people following me here is craaaazy. going into this, i never expected my silly little fics to bring so many people joy, even if only for a few minutes of their day. i've said this before, but when i made this account i was not doing too well mentally. sunshine & strawberries really helped me, the people i met through that helped me. i'll be forever grateful for you, and i hope you know who you are.

picturing myself in a room with this many people is scary, and so is posting sometimes to be honest. but all your encouragement and support is appreciated and means more than i could ever explain in words. i always go back to read comments and tags on past fics/chapters when i need a little boost.

special shoutout to all my mooties, newer and older. i love you all so much, you make my days brighter. thank you for existing, you lovely, beautiful people.

lake 💙💙💙

[callmegaith]

Ngl y'all feeling kinda sappy and blessed by the Lake itself rn

Insane how after all this time this series still brings me so much joy. But not only the series, also the fanbase. I swear reading what you all have to say about the art I make makes waking up every day feel worth it 😭

I did not expect Down the Rabbit Hole to get much attention just cuz David isn't really a fan favorite and he only ever really mattered to me, which is why I made this comic to begin with... I just love David/Mr. Rabbit that much. And tho I was anxious and had my doubts about being able to pull something like this comic off, especially cuz I wasn't sure if I would upset the lore bros (which I did like once but it got resolved super quickly) all I knew was that I just wanted to make something special for David that I feel like would really make a mark in the fanbase... Even after I leave to, no doubt, hibgernate again, And I feel like I did that. But it wouldn't have been that way without all the love and support I got from everyone on here and reddit especially. Like you guys made this comic special 😭🙏 you gave me motivation and confidence to work on it and to make it something special.

I know I don't talk to any of u 1 on 1 (tho I'm always open to I promise I don't bite) but still seeing your tags and reading your comments means the world to me. I'm truly nothing but an artist trying to share their love for something they care about deeply, and you guys were there to tell me "yah, this is cool". Like seriously some of you wrote me comments that I now think about every day and it makes me smile every day.

Ig what I'm trying to say is just thank u for following me, thank you for giving my art the time of day. Your time is precious and you chose to spend it reading my silly comic and looking at my goofy art and even write me something. I appreciate that sm. So thank you 🙏 and I hope I can always make things, whether for Rusty Lake or just art in general, that makes people happy. It's all I want with my art and what makes me happy to be an artist.

But that's enough sap for now haha. If you're reading this. I love you 💜

[gaywiththesauce]

*slips sticky note in ur textbook*

Passing this along if you want to ~

Hello there! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💖💖💖

my textbook! something my professors refuse to touch! *cries in money*

Five things that make me happy! (in no particular order)

Music - I love love love listening to music. I listen to almost every kind of music (the exception of most rap and.... others?) It cheers me up or mellows me out and helps get emotions out or make them elevated. I'm listening to my Giyuu playlist while I'm writing this-

Singing - kind of on the same boat, but I landed a solo part in my choir group so I'm gonna brag a little. Singing is just another way that I like to relieve stress! and I like being loud sing!

My partner - they make me happy<3 we have a lot of the same interests and they are one of the only people that would watch Cars (2006) with me because I read one (1) fanfic out of the blue and am now creating stories in my head and scenes in heroforge😊

My mutuals - yes, let me be sappy! I like interacting with people, and I'm a very introverted person and none of my friends like Demon Slayer enough to read fanfics abt it... that's where my lovely (but slightly insane) mutuals come in and let me be creative on these Wednesdays and any other days of the week :) (thank you octo for letting me be silly with you with my chicken date, I'm still grieving😭💀)

my friends (irl) - i may only have 4 and I might only talk to them 1-2 times a week but that doesn't mean that they don't make me happy still. we always have something to laugh about and it never feels like I'm inconveniencing them or that they would rather be with anyone else. I feel wanted, it's a nice feeling. I hope everyone reading this has a person like that.

ok, enough rambling, I have some ask boxes to lurk👺❤️

[ghost-of-you]

Anna's 2k followers celebration 🥳🎉

I never did one of these, but this is a big number, so I'm doing it this time!! I'm going to say what's in it for you before I get sappy on main in case you don't want to read me get sappy.

Send me an emoji and get a 5sos set. Yay!

You can prompt me if you want, sending me something like "♥️ + Red Hair Michael" or "💍2018 Cashton" or "🎸+ stage Muke" or "🍎+ the 5sos show". Any emoji, any boy, any pairing, any era, whatever your heart desires. If you just want to be surprised, send me your favorite emoji and I'll give you a random set.

Now for me getting sappy, when I first created this blog because I was getting into making gifs and I had too many feelings about these 4 Australian dudes, I never thought that would still somehow still be here years later. I don't know how I tricked so many of you into following me. Every time anyone interacts with anything I made my heart does this silly little dance, even if you're threatening to sue me for emotional damages osakosoaks. I will never be able to put into words how much I appreciate all of you. Every kind word, every rambling tag. And I will never be able to express how much running this blog changed my life. And I always thought this was a really dramatic statement to make, but it's true. So thank you. For reblogging my silly little gifs, laughing at my silly little jokes, joining me as a scream over a song, letting me write completely insane analyses about the stuff they do, for not unfollowing me when I go down someone's archive and bring back all sorts of damaging content. Thank you!!

[dark-mnjiro]

happy new year to all my mutuals and followers. it has been a wild year and I just want to thank all of you for being here and putting up with my constantly changing interests. I appreciate everyone one of you! I’m going to apologize now - I’m typically not this sappy. Please ignore me - I usually don’t get emotional like this, but a lot of this needed to be said.

To my followers, thank you all for the support over the last year - even helping reach my 500 follower milestone. You guys have seriously helped boost my confidence in writing again and there’s too many of you to name to thank each one of you personally, but just know - I do read each comment, reblog, tag, etc you leave on my fics or in my inbox. And you all never fail to make me smile. 🥺

Too my mutuals, while there are also too many of you to thank individually- you have all been such a god send. I love seeing you in my inboxes, notifications, ect. I love the banter we share especially with my every changing interests and THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH THAT AS WELL. I know I’ve convinced so many of you to join the bllk cult - no I will never apologize for it either.

There’s just a few shout outs I wanted to make before the year comes to an end. To a group of people i interact with constantly - even outside of tumblr and they just aways make my shitty days brighter.

@dilu3 - you are literally like the little sister I never got to have. You match my chaotic energy at every turn and our conversations are never boring. We’re constantly keymashing, all caps screaming in our group chat and somehow manage to understand what the other is saying without it even being remotely words.

@katsukikitten / @baroukitten - I am so thankful we started talking even though it’s been fairly recent. Spamming manga screenshots back and forth especially of bllk to each other on discord while screaming about our common interests in characters. Especially Barou and Nagi. 😩 you always send me such wonderful messages while I’m at work - cheering me on ESPECIALLY ON TUESDAYS WHICH ARE MY GARBAGE DAYS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME.

@blkladyelle - ELLE. HOW CAN I EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE OUR FRIENDSHIP. The fact you pop on randomly to send me DMs just to telling me how much you love me and hope I’m having a lovely day is just so precious. It makes my heart melt. I love sharing fic ideas with you and how you help me break down the constant stream of ideas in my head - because it never seems to stop 🙃 ughhhh you are perfect.

@awkwardchick87 - while we’ve only been moots for a few months - I love that I can just spaz completely out on servers about TR with you. Especially with season 2 coming up. SCREAMS. I can’t wait. Also- I’m going to convert you to the bllk cult even if it kills me! Join us.

@ryndicate - ryn… oh RYN. The conversations we have on dash can’t even compare to the chaos that is our conversations on discord. Constantly spamming manga screenshots of Kaiser’s mullet back and forth while screaming what a tool he is that you can’t seem to escape - I have also found a friend that I can vent frustrations when it comes to the fandom community on this app with. You’ve always offered solutions to my vents as well which has been so helpful and I appreciate it so much. You have no idea how thankful I am for us meeting on this silly app this year. You and your mullet loving self. ✌🏻

@knchins - ally. My best friend. My partner in crime. My WIFE. We go back further than this app and I foresee our friendship going beyond it too. Our constantly creations of OCs and story building together. You always the best person to go to for story building/universe creating. You have such a great imagination even though you don’t seem to think so. You’re a talent writer and I wish I even had a fraction of your talent. You have no idea what you mean to me… you’ve been there through the good and the very ugly parts of me and you’ve never left - even when so many others did. You encouraged me to stay on track especially with my BPD treatment especially on the days I wanted to throw in the towel and give up. You’re always there when I need a shoulder to cry on and just to zone out while we watch our weekly showing of bllk/YouTube videos together. You’re probably the first person I message as soon as I wake up every day and the last person I send a message to before I go to sleep (or I fall asleep mid message before sending). You’re more than my best friend - you’re literally the family I choose to have in my life. 💕

[daily-wof-designs]

Daily WoF Designs - A Retrospective

Here we are! Three hundred thirty one designs, eleven months, and one very, very tired high schooler. I’m writing this at two am after finishing Freedom’s design and wow. Just. Wow.

In case you dont want to read all my sappy stuff and just want to know about the future of the blog- I WILL be posting new designs if any new characters are introduced in new books (the dragon guide, any future winglets, etc). I will also answer any asks. There just wont be any more designs for a while.

Onto the sappy stuff!

I got the idea of this while working on my Sirens animatic, because I thought to myself that a reference would be useful to have right about then. About a month later, I saw someone mention that one of those “drawing every warrior cats” blogs had finished (ive looked and cant find it anymore, but im sure I saw that post!). So, I got the idea in my head and wondered if this was a good idea because- really? four hundred designs? (in concept I was going to do the humans too. I decided against it partway through book 2)

So, who better to ask than my hashtag besties who I’ve known for years?

I immediately disregarded her, of course. But it’s the principle of the matter.

This was a project I started on the tail-end of quarantine, and it gave me something to do with myself once the school year started up and I went back to in person school for the first time since eighth grade. It was something to keep me grounded. I knew that if I had nothing to do, I could always knock out a few designs while listening to a video essay.

Even if theres some designs I’m not so proud of (looking at you, tsunami and deathbringer), I always enjoyed it. Trying to figure out how to make every character look interesting, how to go beyond “brown scales” or “black wings”. It helped me improve my character designing skills, that’s for sure. If I were to go back to some of my book one designs, I’d probably do things differently. But I know if I go back to redo book one, I’d end up redoing EVERY design. Best let sleeping dogs (or dragons!) lie.

Anyways, now that I’m here, I’d like to shout out followers (or just those who frequently interacted) that I noticed a lot. If I missed you, I’m very sorry- theres just SO many of you and I’d like to keep it short haha.

@neozoid You reblogged nearly every design! That’s just impressive dude. 

@fugivitus-from-gerard You’ve been here since the start and I appreciate that.

@seawing-vibes As your name suggests, you always seem to enjoy my seawing designs. You were also one of the first blogs to actually reblog with compliments instead of just liking the post! It really inspired me to keep going

@belovedisaster You mostly reblogged my darkstalker art, but you always had something nice to say.

@lunathemeifwawitch You don’t really comment much in the tags, but you reblog everything very consistently and are usually the first to reblog the design of the day.

@mothpawbs Dude. I’m pretty sure you went from my main to this blog instead of the other way around, which is VERY unusual. Normally people find my main from here (then they unfollow my main in like, a week because I don’t wofpost daily like i do here LMAO). Anyways, you’re cool.

@nach0 I always notice you in the notes. Hi.

@lettuce-tv​ Hi bestie!!! I didn’t know you followed this blog but you were my first follower on here. Congrats? I think?

There’s more, of course- In fact, theres 373 of you! And I appreciate each and every note I get.

I just want to say that this project has meant so much to me, and I’m glad all of you appreciate it too. Thanks for coming along with my journey of drawing a years worth of dragons and supporting this silly little pet project of mine. (Also please join my map i desperately need more members lmao)

[momma2boys]

Three Fics Tag Game

Thanks to @totallysilvergirl for tagging me; I've been following the chain backwards and my TBR tabs are exploding! So many fics to read, so little time!

Most Popular Fic: (according to the stats) Variations on a Theme My first Johnlock fic. I read the wonderful Speaker for the Bees and couldn't get it out of my head. I thought I was writing one fic but it turned into a whole series! An Enola Holmes crossover in an AU where Sherlock was born deaf (and does not particularly identify himself as Deaf).

Hidden Gems:

A ficlet (3363 words) in the Esme series, The Love You Make finds an elderly Enola, now a grandmother, visiting Sherlock and John at their Sussex cottage with her granddaughters in tow. I have an entire head canon for this one on how Sherlock and John have met the challenges of aging. This one is pretty sappy, but if you are into retirementlock or adorable children, this is for you.

Written for Fluffbruary 2022, I Know What You Did to My Sock Index (962 words) is sheer silliness and one of my six standalone ficlets. I really, truly wish I could see this one filmed. Once you read it, I think you'll know why. Temper fits, socks, cowering Hudders, and <spoilers!> (all the love and kudos to @barachiki for the perfect image to go with it!)

tagging my go-tos, although I think most of you have already played:

@helloliriels @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @podfixx @fluffbyday-smutbynight @arwamachine @simplyclockwork

[chequemerci]

Ace Shitty!!

Ace Shitty who has trouble trouble recognizing his queerness because he doesn't feel sexual attraction to guys and mostly feels sexual attraction to girls because he's “supposed” to 

Ace Shitty who sees nudity as nbd because like sure it's a sex thing, but no one actually thinks it's that big of a deal right? 

Ace Shitty who’s more comfortable with Lardo than any girl he’s dated/been interested in before, because he knows she doesn’t expect him to do anything he’s not comfortable doing

Ace Shitty who doesn’t come to terms with his sexuality until well after graduating law school because he’s always seen himself so strongly as an ally 

Ace Shitty!! That’s all!

[arihi]

Long Post

This will be a long post. A long, feels-y post. Sorry in advance for those that the read more does not work for.

This past Charmed was quite possibly one of the most impactful experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t even know where to begin. I was hoping I’d be able to sort of consolidate my thoughts on the matter, and have been thinking about how to write this post since Monday afternoon when I left, but I haven’t really been able to. So here’s my jumbled mess of thoughts, of happy and sad tears, of worries, of reassurances, and of people that care about me.

I knew going into Charmed that I’d be spending a great majority of time with Madam Kistulot, Chelicerate, and Ally Brinken, and wanting to stay with them and be a good host and help make the con be a positive experience for them, while striking a good balance between socializing and relaxed, low-energy chill times. There were lots of friends and familiar faces that I didn’t get to see very much, but as is the case when a conference of this size (over 300! Can you believe it!) is a thing, and people get swept up in the waves of bodies and things to do. Even with all that, the most consistent theme throughout this con was support.

Support online, before the con. Support during the con. And, I suspect, support after the con to be had. I know I share a lot on here, and it meant so much to see people who had no doubt read a later string of worrying developments in my life, see and welcome me and be happy to see me. People who hugged me tight. People who voiced support for me. People who, despite all the pitiful-sounding posts I’ve made lately, didn’t treat me like a pitiful less-than-human being. People who were genuinely happy to see me for me, as a person.

And I know that I have friends at every con, intellectually I do. It’s hard though for me, as anxious and worrying and terrified of human contact as I am, to emotionally grasp this, to understand and commit this to heart. Every con I go to, I have a deep-seated nervousness that now is the time that people realize I have only fooled them into caring about me. Now is the time that people realize that I’m just a whiny, pitiful little girl, and now is the time that they don’t care enough to keep up pretenses and make it a little more obvious that maybe I’m bothering people.

But this con was the first time I had long moments where I didn’t feel like that.

I had people reach out to me. I had people telling me that they were so sorry for my situation. People that expressed their sympathy. People that expressed worry for my situation, people who jokingly (and half-jokingly) offered to kidnap me, people who offered me their hearts and their homes. I had people offer me their care. I had people offer me their love. I had people who wanted to share in my happiness. I had several people message me about the flakes of snow on Thursday. I had people ask me about when I would wear my tie! I had people BRING me ties!! (I’m so amazed and humbled and just, thank you for that, @trans-samus and Ally, neither of which I can tag sadly.)

I mentioned this on Twitter, but it’s worth repeating. Whenever I fly back to Texas, I’m thinking of home. The home that I think of is not Texas, is not any location. Home is an environment, and old friends. Home is people who invite me to share myself, and share themselves with me. Home is people who love others and themselves fiercely, for who they are. Home is me being able to express my happiness over the smallest of things, over snow, over wearing ties, over a button-up shirt, and to have even other people be happy for me over it.

Home is not here. Not for me.

I have wanted to leave this place for a while now. You all have seen me struggle with it, and write posts about it. I’ve always wanted to leave, but it came from a place of desperation. Now, I want to leave, but it comes from a place of support, a place of care and love and esteem and things that I didn’t all have. The desperation is still there, but now I want to leave and it comes from a place of knowing that people care about me, and that I fucking deserve better, and I don’t think I ever truly felt like that until this weekend.

Until I saw people who I hadn’t talked to in a while, who had kept up with my posts still. Until I was with people who let me cry on them, and who cried with me. Until I realized that people liked me for me, not only when I am happy and peppy and jumping up and down about crystals, but also when I am a broken mess. I cried, on Sunday, to my roommates, who all hugged me so dearly, so tight. I thanked them for being there for me, and how good of a place it was, and how now I had to go back to a bad one, and I cried, lord did I cry. And that resulting conversation was me for the first time, really admitting out LOUD, with my voice in person and not text, how bad this house was for me. And I cried to another dear friend, about how I didn’t realize how bad the front door camera was until I wrote a post about it. Until I made a joke that I needed to get my shirt secretly laundered again, but that I’d probably have to get creative with it because now they’d be able to see it coming with the camera. Until I made that joke, and it tasted bad after I said it, and I teared up, and I saw their heart break for me in their eyes.

I deserve so much better. And I have so much better. I have this support network, that I admit I do not fully use other than throwing posts into the void, because I have had it so ingrained in me that I do not deserve it. But this year is about deserving better, and being better. And I will be better. I have to be.

I have come out of every con I’ve been to a little different, a little changed, but I have come out of this con with what I hope is lasting conviction. It may dip, and my motivation may falter, and I may have my bad days, and weeks. But it is there. I hope it is.

I’m very good at compartmentalizing. I’m good at a certain kind of forward-facing personality, and it’s something I’ve developed as a result of my upbringing. I’m good at not letting people know all of what’s going on. All of my posts that I share are things I consciously choose to share. And even with that, I’m good at keeping distant from people, even if they know certain things about me. I’m good at having a core of me, and letting very few people touch that.

I was vulnerable, at this con, and I fell apart badly near the end. I broke down, and I was built back up again, brick by brick. By soft embraces and by genuine words from concerned friends. And I am a stronger person for it. I think.

I hope.

[gallavictorious]

I saw your tags and I think you might need to write that fic of Ian and Mickey recreating their first time when Ian gets a tire iron. 🧐☺️

Okay, so this took me a hot minute, and I did it as a kind of speedwrite so it's rather short and not exactly thought out. I also went off (my own) script a little bit and it got unexpectedly sappy there for a moment... But! Have 1,4k very silly words of Ian and Mickey roleplaying their first proper get together because Mickey gave Ian a tire iron. I hope you enjoy it, dear one – thank you so much for the prompt! I had unexpected fun with it. ❤️

(Oh, and tags in questions are the ones on this post, so all credit to @jenatte for providing the original inspiration.)’

ETA: It’s on AO3 now too.

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Ow. The fuck?

Reluctantly, Mickey blinked awake. The bright light suggested it was already near noon, but that wasn't what had woken it, that wasn't–

It came again: a hard poke to his back. Not the good kind, either, of Ian pressing his hard-on against Mickey's rear while they were snuggled close, but something cold and sharp. Insistent.

”What the fuck?” Mickey groaned, rolling over on his side and peering up at–

–his husband standing over him with... a fucking tire iron in his hands? Not just any tire iron either, but the one Mickey had gotten him as a gift for their anniversary as a mix of a joke, sentimentality and practicality; it was how they started, sure, and meaningful for it, but also a damn good thing to have, no home was complete without it. He thought that maybe Ian had overlooked the practial aspects, though, in favour of going a little misty-eyed before he started dropping half-assed quips about hard lenghts and Mickey had to roll his eyes and punch his husband in the arm a little bit.

Now Mickey's brow furrowed further as he tried to make sense of the scene. For a brief, terrifying moment, apprehension siezed his gut: was Ian having a manic episode, seeing enemies where there was none? But no; though he feigned a fearsome scowl, there was that glitter in Ian's eyes and a small quirk to his lips that spoke little of mania and everything of being a fucking dork and a tease.

”Give me the gun, Mickey,” he intoned, and Mickey was about to ask again what the hell and what fucking gun and maybe are you feeling okay man because perhaps Mickey didn't have quite as good a read on his husband as he thought he had–

–and then he got it, memory reasserting itself, and he could feel the fucking grin growing on his face quite of its own accord. He'd have felt stupid for not immediately catching on, but give him a fucking break, he'd been sleeping two seconds ago and his days of waking up with a start and ready to fight were slowly and thankfully becoming a thing of the past.

Ian's faux frown broke, as he was unable to contain an answering smile. He seemed inordinately pleased with himself, and with Mickey for getting it. Mickey would tell him he was a fucking idiot, but Ian looked so expectant that Mickey decided to play along instead. No harm in a little weird roleplay to make his husband happy, right?

Besides, it wasn't like Ian standing over him and looking vaguely threatening and very hot didn't do it for Mickey on several levels.

”Okay, fine,” he said, climbing to his feet while doing his very best to appear drowsy and uninterested. It had been instinctive back then, the plan of lulling the irate kid into a false sense of security before pouncing on him and kicking his teeth in for having the fucking gall to march into Mickey's room and demand things.

Mickey made a show of slowly turning towards the nightstand, just as he had all those years ago. He could feel Ian's eyes track his every movement, ready to react to the sneak attack he knew was coming. There'd be no taking him by surprise this time.

His face turned away and unseen, Mickey smiled. Or would it?

He grabbed hold of the bottle of lube on the table and spun around to throw it at Ian's head, took a quick step up and to the side, and as Ian gave a short yelp and involuntary raised his hands to protect his face, Mickey rushed him from the side to push him down on the bed. Ian went with a thud and an oof and Mickey didn't hesitate; he was on his husband in a second, straddling his chest and wrestling the tire iron from him grip.

”What the hell, Mick?” Ian demanded, not bothering to struggle but glaring up at Mickey with wide reproachful eyes. ”This isn't how it went!”

Mickey grinned. ”How it went is I kicked your scrawny ass,” he said smugly. ”Now, how am I gonna do that if you know which way I'm gonna move?”

”I was going to let you win!” Ian protested.

Mickey's eyebrows rose. ”Oh, you were gonna let me, huh?”

”Yeah,” Ian said slowly, eyes narrowing, ”I was going to let you.” And with that he grabbed hold of Mickey's arms and pushed him to the side while using his greater body weight as leverage to flip them around.

”Fucker,” Mickey spat, kicking at Ian's shins. He dropped the tire iron – not like he was actually going to hit Ian with it – to have both his hands free for a renewed assault on his sneaky little shit of a husband, but Ian had already wrapped his his stupidly big hands around Mickey's wrists and was pushing him down into the mattress, grinning triumphantly while Mickey struggled and squirmed beneath him.

”Guess I had a change of heart,” Ian said.

Mickey stilled, biting at his bottom lip as he considered. He was pretty sure he could still take Ian if he really wanted to, mostly on account of him being a ruthless motherfucker with no interest whatsoever in fighting fair. However, that required a level of playing dirty and pulling nasty jabs that went far beyond what he felt comfortable doing to his husband these days.

”Uh-huh, and what's the plan now, genius?” he demanded, opting for snark instead of violence.

Ian didn't answer. The look in his eyes had shifted from triumphant to something thoughtful, and softer.

”Do you think it'd have gone the same way if it'd been me on top of you instead of the other way around back then?” he wondered aloud.

Mickey made a face. It fucking figured that his sap of a husband would turn a promising round of foreplay into a game of sentimental what-if.

”I dunno,” he said, wriggling his hips a little to remind Ian that there were otherstuff they could be doing right now, stuff way more exciting than having a goddamn conversation. ”Does it fucking matter? It didn'thappen like that, and it never would have happened like that either, 'cause back then I didn't give a shit about fucking you up too bad, so I'd bashed your fucking brains out before letting get on top of me.”

He wanted to bite his tongue as soon as he'd said it, but it was too late: Ian's eyes had lit up and his thoughtful look transformed into a smirk. ”Well, I mean,” he drawled, leaning down to put his mouth to Mickey's neck, just for a moment, just a little bit of teeth in the brief touch.

”Fuck off,” Mickey said, but he was laughing. Ian's weight pinning him down was as exciting as it was annoying, as it was grounding.

Ian just hummed. He'd straightened again and was gazing down on Mickey with a look that was so damned fond it made a small blush work its way up Mickey's neck.

”I think we'd have ended up here anyway,” Ian decided. ”Somehow.”

”Oh yeah?”

”Yeah.”

Soft smiles then, as something warm and happy bloomed in Mickey's chest. For a moment, they just looked at each other, eyes resting on the face each of them knew best, loved best.

Ian let go of Mickey's wrist to put his hand on the side of his head, fingers tangling in Mickey's hair as Ian ran a thumb over his husband's cheek. He bent down again, but this time to capture Mickey's lips in a long, lingering kiss.

”I think I was always going to have you,” Ian murmured as they broke apart, forehead pressed against forehead.

A second later he yelped in surprised outrage as Mickey took advantage of his lapse in vigilance to grab hold of his hair and yank his head sharply to the side while pushing up to get Ian off him and halfway down onto the floor. Mickey followed him with a snicker, and off they went again, tousling and laughing and absolutely heedless of any noise they might make.

[covenofwives]

300 Followers

Under this "read more" is a bunch of mushy thank you stuff for this community and the people who follow me. Please skip if you don't want this lil owl to get all sappy.

Getting into a little bit of honesty here, I was at low point when I had finished writing the fic “Enderportals Shouldn’t Be Messed With”. Not to get into deep detail but literally when the fic was done, I was let go from a volunteering position I had loved due to health reasons and was just…sad. Really sad. I made the blog and posted up the fic as a “why not”; I had finished it so why not let it go out at least. I did not expect to be met with warmth and acceptance from the community. Right away. Everyone who liked, reblogged and commented on my fic was so nice and wonderful. It was a good feeling I still think back on and it absolutely gave me courage to write another. I won’t go completely mushy and say something like “this community saved me” but it absolutely helped. It made me want to get up to write. It made me excited to post and share ideas. It made me triple check over my work, to make sure what I was putting out was the best quality I could make it for the community and I was actually proud of the work I was putting out. I hadn’t been proud of my work for a long, long time.

Now I’m at 300 follows. 300 people who looked through my blog, read my fics, looked over my silly ideas and art and thought “yes, this person is worth the follow” and you have no idea how honoured I am for that.

I know I’m not a warm person. I always worry I come off as rather distant or stand-offish when I answer messages or speak on this blog but I want to promise every one of you who read this that I see every like. I see every reblog and I read through all the tags and replies and I try, to my best, to answer them if I can. When I see the message notification my heart skips a beat and to everyone who gives me a compliment, I am absolutely thinking about it for the rest of the day.

Thank you all, time and time again, for 300 followers.

[formulakay]

formulakay is almost exactly a year old now, which is wild. most days I don’t understand why you guys put up with me. mutual or not, I seriously am so glad you think I’m worthy of following.

honestly, I do want to say thank you to anyone who’s hit that follow button on my silly little blog (or my silly little side blog) - thank you for welcoming me (and then welcoming me back after my month-long sabbatical earlier this summer), for laughing/screaming/crying with me, interacting with my edits and fics, and for becoming my friends.

I got sappy with my gratitude back in my 2000 posts post but i’m gonna do it again below, so my apologies in advance!

Cara @sunshine-ricciardo - ma’am. I cannot say thank you enough to you. For opening your heart and becoming a friend, for constantly inspiring me in the best of ways, for being unyieldingly supportive. You are beautiful inside and out and I love you lots.

Maisie @jedivszombie - I honestly don’t know what to say to the most legitimately kind soul I have ever met. I hope you know what you mean to me Maisie, and if you don’t, I’m gonna have to work harder at showing you. Your strength and fortitude constantly blows me away. I seriously treasure your friendship.

Sera @blesshimvettel - Sera, where do I start? Bonding over fic has never been so rewarding. I’m so proud of you; being able to watch you grow over the last year has been a joy and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you. I just know it’s going to be great. I’m so blessed to call you my friend.

Cath @p1tstop - Thank you for always indulging my absurd thirsts and for always being the best kind of reader - and friend - any fic writer could ever ask for. You're an absolute treat and I adore you.

Ana @race-me - I can’t think of you without thinking of Barbie!Mick, or of your absolutely bubbly and hilarious attitude (or how I'm still tempted to get bangs...). My tumblr experience wouldn‘t be the same without you!

Babette @babssionate - To the powerpoint queen herself, thank you so much for sharing your knowledge - you are the glue that keeps f1blr’s collective three braincells from drifting apart.

Meg @ricciardhoes - after my sister, you were the first F1 blog I followed and that was brave enough to follow me back. Mentioning that felt necessary and I’m oddly proud of it, so I think you should be too!

Jenn and Lydia @withoutanaestheticc @ric-3 - You two showed me the joys of writing and reading fic in this fandom - @thirstyandbeautiful was some of the first F1 fic I ever read, and it still constantly inspires me. I am so thankful to know both of you!

To some of the most skilled artists I’ve ever met (I 100% know I will forget people here, I’m so sorry!!): @yukitsunoda @liam-lawson @brawn-gp @lewishamlton @ef-1 @dams-racing @motopg @yuleneverwalkalone @nico-rosberg @maranello @grid-gifs - you all sincerely blow me away and I am constantly inspired by your skills. All of your works consistently get my 'edits i'm jealous of' tag - you make me want to be a better editor and gif maker and I appreciate that!

To all of my other brilliant mutuals: tumblr said no Kay, you cannot tag all 69 (hehe) of your beloved moots, but please know how much I adore you!! I would seriously love to make more friends here so please don't hesitate to jump into my inbox or DMs - I might be a bit dry conversation-wise, but I promise I open up eventually!

p.s. I’m also celebrating nearly 10,000 hits on Texts With Toto - that truly blows my mind and I just wanted to say that if you’ve read it - or any of my other work for that matter! - please know how much you are appreciated!!

[pascalslittlebrat]

I hit a follower milestone yesterday 🥺 In celebration of 1000 followers I’ll be posting a Fic Rec of some of the amazing stories I’ve read since joining the fandom. Y’all are also more than welcome to send me random shit: ask me random shit, ask about one of my fics, send me thots or pictures (maybe I’ll drabble🤷🏽‍♀️), you can just say hi or whatever you feel like.

I want to thank everyone for the constant love and support on this site. To everyone that has read any of my work, that has reblogged, commented, or shared it: know that it’s meant a lot to me. I love reading yalls reactions (and your tags), it keeps me motivated and going. I know I haven’t been the most active recently: life’s a bitch but I’m glad I have this hellsite to get me through. Give me some patience as I get my writing groove back. I made this account not thinking I would get anywhere, that I’d just write my one little story and maybe have a handful of people read it. So I’m truly grateful that y’all love my little shit hole of a blog even when I post my wild edits🥺 (Mother Nature is making me sappy so my special thanks are below, there’s is also a appearance from Model!Dave in one of my wild edits if you’d like to see)

@221bshrlocked Maggie my beloved, I’m here because of you so you know I gotta give you a big thanks again. I’ll literally thank you every time I hit a milestone because this account wouldn’t have existed without you. Thanks for the constant support baby, for keeping me motivated, for torturing me and everyone with the thots you send me, for keeping me going even when I’ve been ready to quit. Here’s to more torture from us both😘

@mothandpidgeon Mothy, you’ve been with me from the start pretty much. Your support has always been my driving force. Thank you for the constant help you’ve given me, for the thots, for helping me when I overthink, and reading over my stuff to tell me to shut up because it’s okay. We’ve been on this journey together I feel like and fuck if I’m not proud of the incredible things I’ve seen you write and that we’ve helped boost each other through.

To dick aneurysm: @danniburgh @purplepascal042 @starlightmornings @ezrasbirdie @wyn-n-tonic @charnelhouse @mesmorales and moth, I love y’all seriously. Like holy shit you talented bad asses, I’m so lucky to have y’all. Thank y’all for keeping me going, for helping me through things, and letting me know it’s okay to rest. Thank y’all for the constant laughs and feeding my need to make my wild ass silly edits with yalls amazing ideas. I wouldn’t want to harem with anyone else💜

Me and Model!Dave and his Gucci flip flops thank everyone again:

XOXO yalls favorite disgusting writer™️,

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