#answer the second queue 'yall

[southconfessionpark]

Just curious, is this coming back any time soon or is done? Not trying to pressure you, I'm just wondering

hey 😼

i'm alive. time to answer some asks that have been sitting here for months

Not a confession but why are you guys so goober

it's actually a condition... we're unable to stop it...... 😞 spread awareness.........

(question for the mods!) how often do people submit stuff you just cant post? do you see a lot of crazy things?

given the subject matter of this blog... unfortunately sometimes people find it okay to send rlly bigoted stuff in the inbox. 😁 there was some crazy stuff calling jewish people a 'species' and some complaining that top surgery scars 'ruined' art. so yeah people are kinda crazy sometimes 😭��� only One ask has ever genuinely upset me so it's chill. we usually just laugh about them :3

other than that there's a lot of repetitive stuff that i try to keep to a minimum... but there's like 1100 posts on this blog its hard to remember everything 😭

The mods of this blog are stronger than the us military

thank u... im protecting u from the worst of it i prommy.. if u see something that upsets u just know there's worse that i just delete HGJKFDSNG and i'll usually try to tag anything that's potentially triggering!! so lemme know if i miss something...

this is probably my favorite south park/general confession blog in a good while, most ive seen stop posting after a few months or are just from 2014 and dead so its nice to see one that still updates regularly, high five sp confession mods youre awesome-sauce!!!!

thank u so much!!!! 🥺 originally we were sick of the low effort accounts that just put a dot and wanted to revive making images for confessions :3 i'll try not to go on a two month hiatus again hehe.. but yeah i'll probably be here for a while since i enjoy my 9-5 and it's not even dependent on my interest in south park (fun fact i haven't been into it since 2020. teehee)

Thank you brave soldier, you have served us well 🫡

HOLD ON IM STILL KICKING..... THERE'S STILL LIFE LEFT IN ME........ KEEP ME IN COACH

yall got any uhhhhh posts

yea. here. 100 posts in queue. go crazy

I miss you so much girl… the second the hiatus started I began mourning because I knew it was the end

NO!!! ITS NOT THE END!!!!!!!!! ITS OKAY !!!!! this ask made me revive to be honest!! i just find it crazy that people find genuine enjoyment in this dumb ass blog GFHDJSKGN so if anyone reading this ever giggled or had some fun here thank you!! i appreciate it :)

COME BACK I MISS YOU 😭😭😭😭😭 /nf

YOU FORCED ME BACK KICKING AND SCREAMING. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT. (i was in the middle of making posts when this came in <3)

anyway hai *_^ i should be at the club. other mods have actual lives to live n here i am. waves

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: It's Friday. I'll probably try to chill. Work is wild yall.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 💞

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

There's a silence, weighed between three; Thor, Jane, and yourself. You feel is crushing you, resting across your chest, constricting your throat. You put your gloved fingertips on the table and rise.

"Pawdon," you cringe at your own voice, "I must see to my mother…"

Thor rises, Jane doesn't bother as she pats her stomach. You leave without further pretense. Your skirts ruffle around your slippers as you flee without true purpose.

It's an excuse. Your mother wouldn't want to see you, to be reminded of the burden she's left with. Your betrothed and his parents can hardly think better of the circumstance. Yet you loathe to think how it should be if this contract is declared null.

You enter the corridor and turn aimless towards the center of the house. Apart from the few rooms you've been shown into, you haven't much sense for the layout of the house. Loki never troubled to guide you and your mother kept herself cloistered up in her grief.

You shuffle forward. Perhaps a breath of fresh air or if you go so far as your chambers, you might hide in there. You proceed through to the drawing room and give pause. Low timbres in mid-hush, from behind a door not quite shut.

Your name escape the space between frame and clasp. You go no further, instead tiptoeing to hide behind a broad bookshelf, just between the hidden office and the entrance. You tamp down your breaths and listen, knowing you shouldn't, knowing you can only regret to hear the unbridled truth.

"...she can hardly speak a word…"

"Perhaps it is that you don't allow her too. You've always been one to do overly much speaking," Odin retorts, "Loki, have you considered her demureness may be a blessing? That the sort you are would do better with one who listens before they talk, eh? You could learn–"

"Father, she is not what I was promised."

"She holds the same bearing and she is not hideous. She's rather becoming, I think–"

"Oh yes, then why don't you have her? Have you tired of the maid already?"

"Careful, boy," Odin growls, "do not be so petulant. If you could restrain yourself you might realise what you've been given."

"A dumb mute–"

There's a strike of flesh on flesh. A grunt and a snarl, each from a different throat.

"She is to be your wife. Do not sow bitterness in the soil. You should pity that she must put up with an ingrate such as yourself. You are getting exactly as I promised, you will have your vineyard in Kyri, you will have an estate in tears when her father is regrettably gone… what else can I give you? Shall I cut my heart out?"

"If I refuse, I have Jade Park. It is mine by right."

"You haven't any right if you do not provide an heir to it," Odin rebuffs.

"She is not the only duke's daughter–"

"Of a dozen, I'm sure, but cruel as it is to say, they aren't all in queue for a second born."

"You needn't remind me. Thor has his pick, he may do as he pleases, and I get scraps!" Loki blusters, "fine, father, if only to rid myself of your mighty hand. I will marry and you will be gone from my estate. By my right!"

You press yourself to the wall and clamp your lips shut as Loki storms out. He has his hand on his cheek for a moment before tearing his fingers away. He does not look back as he crosses the chamber, stomping through the next doorway just as he sends a standing vase crashing to the floor with an angry swipe.

You stay stuck to the wall as you hear softer steps. It's too late to flee but the Grand Duke calls you out before you can think of it. Odin says your name just as he peeks around the bookcase.

"Apologies you had to witness my son's tantrum. At his age, you'd think he'd be past all that," he slants his lips tritely.

"Pawdon, yaw gwace, I didn't mean to intwude–"

"It mightn't have been your mission but along the way you did make the choice. I don't fault you that, curiosity is dangerous," he shakes his head, "I am ashamed, lady, to think my son is so stubborn and uncouth. It isn't how I've brought him up."

"It's… it's fine, yaw gwace, I know I am not… expected."

"Eh, none of us are, are we?" He tugs on his cravat with irritation, "what say you? Shall I show you the splendors of Jade Park as my sons steeps in his childishness?"

"Yaw gwace?"

"I presume you've not been given the proper look around. I admit my son is rightly jilted by me. I was rather reluctant to hand this over. It has ever been my most treasured property but even second sons need some value… and second daughters…" he offers his arm as he turns, "besides, it's been some years since a pretty young lady adorned my arm."

You look at his sleeve then his flinty hair. He does not censor himself but his truth is not mean. It is only just that. It is what is. You tuck your hand into the crook of his elbow and thank him softly.

"I should thank you, lady," he pats your hand, "I can appreciate someone who reveres silence."

He sets off, tugging you into step. You keep pace, comforted and for the first, at ease in this strange place. This place you must call home.

"We'll save the gardens, I've a little secret for you there."

🔹

“I must return to be sure the banns are read at perish, as they will be here,” your mother points Doreen to her luggage chest with her fan, giving a silent order. “Oh, to think, I must attend my daughter’s grave in the same week I sit to hear the other engaged.”

You’re silent, patient. You know it’s better to let your mother ramble than to interrupt. If any one cared to hear it, you might admit you’re not dismayed to see her leave.

“Be sure you behave. Your father and I made an effort to keep you aware of etiquette. Do mind your manners,” she chides.

“Yes, motha.”

“Oh, and…” she gives you a tortured look, “try to choose your words carefully.”

You nod. You know her meaning clearly. Avoid those syllables that underline your detriment.

“Good, good. Your father is devastated about your sister, you see? I must away.”

“I understand.”

“It isn’t so difficult to be a wife,” she comes close and looks you in your face, “it is part of being a woman. Give him an heir, or two, and you’ll have the rest of your life to be happy. Duty first.”

She touches your arm, squeezing it before she spins to remind Doreen not to forget her chain of pearls left on the vanity. You tuck your chin down and bite your lip.

Duty. What if your husband doesn’t do his? What if he cannot? If he is so repulsed by you, you might not even have the chance to provide him an heir.

🔹

As your mother departs, the Grand Duke and Duchess remain. The first son and Lady Jane take their leave as well, insisting on having the expectant wife home in case of a sudden labour. Even with a few additional guests, the house feels empty. You have only your novels and Doreen, and she is reticent company, a hard line drawn between you by status.

You tire of the pages. You’ve read them a dozen times at least. All of your books are well worn and near memorised. It’s easier to live in your head where you do not sound like a fool.

You approach the door and ponder without. You have a yearning to explore but a fear of what lays outside. You’ve never been much for social graces; you have neither tact nor eloquence. You tend to shy away and forget your posture.

You clutch the handle, battling your fear. You pull the door open, assured by the silence of the corridor, and emerge. You look right, then left, and turn to the former. You wander down to the door you recalled from your stroll with Odin.

The dark oak with the long vertical handles that spiraled at the top. You ease one open, edging quietly into the darkness within. You should’ve brought a candlestick but the windows allow enough light to limn the shelves and upholstered chairs around a single low table. 

You wade through the dull hue and stop before a shelf nearest the window, shifting a book to read the spine. Swift. You’ve not read anything by that author. You slide it loose and flip back the cover and flutter past the front page; A Tale of a Tub imprinted into the sheet.

You squint as you turn to the first page of cramped font. You bend your neck and turn towards a light, not realising the glow moves towards you, only focus on the unraveling of letters before you. A shadow nears until you are drawn up by its umbrous presence.

“Oh!” You gasp in surprise.

Loki looks down his nose as he holds a candlestick. You peer past him to the dark rectangle of the doorway that leads to the attached sitting room. You give a sheepish look to the floor as he reaches for the book in your hand. You let him slide it free, his thumb hooked over the pages before he snaps it shut in his hand.

“Satire. A musing of theology and science. Hardly a woman’s novel,” he remands. “My mother may have something to your preference.”

You take a step back and look at the window, the sun yellow and warm through the pane. You bring one hand up your arm to pinch your sleeve nervously. He is cold and you will never be used to it. A whole life to be spent in the tempest of his distaste.

“Funny, you should be repulsed by me?” He snorts.

You face him and feel the crease between your brows. He lets his eyes drift to the ceiling and gives a scoff. He spins on his heel and sets the candlestick on a tall table between the shelves.

“Let us not pretend either of us are happy. Even if you say little, it is written across your face. I saw it the moment we met. Then I heard you speak and I knew it was all a great joke on my behalf.”

You frown and squeeze your arm, keeping your arm bent across your front, like a shield, “what did you see… when we met?”

He shoves the book back on the shelf. You watch the fabric of his vest strain between his shoulders, almost admire how he’s folded his sleeves to the elbow, though the tops remain bloused. He tilts his head and strides along the wall of books.

“You act so innocent. I don’t believe it, not like the rest. You sit and pout and mope, expecting everyone to coddle you, to feel bad for you. I do not.”

“I do not act–”

“You lie like any woman does. Let us be clear, my wife will not lie. Not to me.” He turns and crosses his arms, leaning on the bookshelf, hooking one foot over the other. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “You will be quiet unless given leave to speak. I needn’t be further embarrassed. My father and brother have always made certain I am derided, you will not join them.”

“Loki–”

“Lord Laufeyson, husband, nothing else. Not your companion, not some kindred spirit, not anything but a convenience. A duty,” he raises a long finger as he speaks, “once I get a child on you, then we will be very much as we were before. Separate. Can you understand me?”

You bite down as hard as you can, until your jaw hurts. He speaks to you in the same tone your father used when he was agitated. He treats you like a child and yet, as Odin said, he acts like one himself. Spoiled and mean.

“I am not stupid, yaw gwace,” you say.

He narrows his eyes and stands straight, gripping his hips as he glares at you, “we’ve said all we need to say. You may go.”

You don’t move. Not right away. You don’t know why you don’t. Your heart is drumming and your ears are tingling.

“I am dismissing you,” he sneers.

You stare. Still regardless of the sharpness to his lilt.

He pulls his hands off his hips and balls them, posturing as he takes a step forward. You wince as a spasm of anger tics in his cheek.

You let the tension out of your jaw and drop your arm straight. You surrender but you do not hang your head as you turn to leave. You walk stiffly towards the door. As you reach it, he speaks again.

“Do not come in here again,” he bids.

You do not answer. You don’t argue. You don’t look back. You just go.

[striveattemptfail]

i've decided to liveblog all three deadpool movies every weekend until deadpool and wolverine is released on disney+ in october \o/

sept 21-23: deadpool 1

sept 27-30: deadpool 2

eventually: deadpool and wolverine – first half*

eventually: deadpool and wolverine – second half*

likely watching on the nights between saturday and sunday, anytime between midnight and 5am EST. i'm NOT hosting any stream—just liveblogging my reactions. faq under the cut explains wth i'm doing

blacklist #jercy watches dp or unfollow as always. k cool beans thx frens see yall then ✌️

faq (nobody's asked me a question but idc lol)

why am i announcing a liveblog? you must be new here lmao. bc i think it'd be fun to watch the deadpool movies with other people!

but i'm not going to watch on a shared streaming platform (eg: discord, shareplay, etc)? nope. i am just here to liveblog my reaction while watching these movies for the 19203819th time

why not host on shared streaming? i am technologically inept, disgustingly lazy, and an old fart at heart (plus my wifi cuts out often). if anyone wants to watch something with me and we're not in the same room, we're "3-2-1 PLAY"-ing this shit like it's the 00s and we're on a phonecall after 7pm for free minutes. otherwise, i'm happy to watch by myself as long as i can scream somewhere—and tumblr is that somewhere lmao

why multiple dates/times? bc i can't keep a schedule to save my life. i may have a time listed above, but i cannot guarantee them bc i suck lol. call them educated wishes for when i hope to watch tv ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

am i watching each movie for every date listed? no, i am just remarkably terrible at keeping a schedule. the ranges span when it's generally most convenient for me to watch a movie without disturbance but i can't give a definitive date and time bc, once again, i suck lmao

will any specific time be announced at all? ye! i'm gonna try to announce when i'll be watching at least an hour before i start the movie (eg: dp2 @ sept 28, midnight -> announcement will come 11pm sept 27). if i can queue an announcement before a start time i'll do my best but fr i make no guarantees

which version of the movies am i watching? likely the theatrical releases bc that's what's on d+. if i happen to find extended releases somewhere that won't give me a headache, i'll try watching the extended versions

don't you know that [X is problematic / you shouldn't support Y / you need to kys for doing Z / etc]? yup.

(10/04 ETA:) * why are you splitting up watching deadpool and wolverine? i am a wordy mf and liveblogging deadpool 2 took six (6!!) hours as a result. i know liveblogging dp&w is going to take even longer so i'm splitting up the movie to not end up spending 12+ hours on just liveblogging

* when in the movie are you splitting up dp&w? sometime around the odyssey fight scene LOL. it'll depend on how late i'm running whether i'll watch that bit on the first day or second day—just gonna have to play it by ear ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

why are you like this? fam if i knew that answer i would've fixed myself a loooooooong time ago 🙃🙃🙃

[ningningspapafrita]

---SLOPPY SECONDS---

CHAPTER 1.

WININGS ALL WE DO

"And in just one year

I went from being a high-powered attorney

To the neighborhood hoe

I can't believe I let this bum ass bitch, slut me out,

MY FUCKIN LIFE IS OVER"

I thought as I slowly raised the guns cold barrel to my temple.

----------------1 YEAR EARLIER-------------------

---NO ONE'S POV---

"Damn homie, where your thick ass been all my life" Jungwoo felt a harsh pull on his baggy jeans.

"Exscuse me?" Jungwoo turned around to meet a pair of dark eyes.

"I said you thick as fuck.....what's your name?"

Jungwoo let out an awkward laugh "Oh so you are talking to me," the man lifted and brow and laughed "are you deaf? Or are you just dumb?" He sneered.

Jungwoo eyed the man up and down, with a playful smile on his lips deciding to entertain the man. "Uh, neither,"

Chenle, who sadly witnessed the interaction, turned to jungwoo, grabbing him by the arm.

"Yeah, no jungwoo, let's go"

"Damn and who the fuck is you? The penis police?" The guy asked, clearly annoyed.

Chenle furrowed his brows, head cocked to the side, preparing to spew out as many insults as one could possibly conjure.

"Lele chill." Jungwoo lightly tugged on chenle's dress shirt before taking a step closer to the stranger.

Earning a few whistles and snickers from the group that accompanied him at the bar.

"So what's your name?" The man asked, with no emotion running a hand through his hair. Something about this man enticed Jungwoo, giving him the urge to push foreword with this interaction.

"Jungwoo...Kim Jungwoo," the answer seemed to have satisfied the stranger. He reached down, grabbing onto jungwoos' hand, giving him a light peck on his knuckle.

"Type shit, mister Kim Jungwoo. You got a man?"

Despite the neon lights that paraded around the club, anyone could see the rosey hue painting the boys' cheeks

Chenle scoffed, swatting the man's hand away. "No, he doesn't, and if he was looking for one. It most certainly wouldn't be you."

The guy turned to his friends with a look of annoyance. "Yo, you hear this, dude?" He placed his glass of mystery juice down on the bar, turning to chenle

"So what are you his bodyguard? How long have you been sucking his dick?"

Chenle grew red at the accusations.

"What? You're a disrespectful piece of shit!" He yelled out over the blasting speakers. Drawing attention from nearby club goers.

"Alright chill Jay you're doing too much." Another guy appeared beside the man, giving an apologetic smile to the pair, as he snaked an arm around the man.

"Wouldn't want to start a fight again now, would we? I'm taeyong, and this is my good pal Jaehyun" Taeyong and Jaehyun both smiled on queue.

"Yeah way too fucking much, jungwoo come on" chenle moved to walk away stopping, realizing the other hadn't budged. "Oh my gosh" Chenle huffed

'Jaehyun. cute' the blonde was in his own world as he stared into the other eyes.

'So you gonna let your little friend over there let you leave before giving me your number?" Jaehyun said pointing at him.

Jungwoo looked over to a disappointed chenle. Jungwoo can practically see the words 'you better not' written on the others' forehead.

Jungwoo turned back to jaehyun laughing awkwardly. Pulling his phone out, handing it over.

"Most certainly wouldn't be me!" Chenle barked out as he turned walking away.

Once jaehyun finished setting up his contact, he handed the phone over. "Alright, I'll hit you up later tonight." Jungwoo smiled, gripping onto his phone as if it was the wining lottery ticket as he stalked away.

Taeyong waved him goodbye, smiling from ear to ear. "You are sick, man," He said once the blonde was completely out of view.

Jaehyun laughed, picking his cup back up from the bar stool. "Yall don't see me, man. You could tell that he's green, insecure, and most importantly, comes from money. You could tell just by the watch the bitch got on!"

Taeyong leaned back against the bar, running a hand through his pink and blue locks, "but for real, though, you need help." Jaehyun looked to his glass twirling the liquid around "Sure do, some financial help, and that bitch is gonna be the one I get it from"

Taeyong scoffed. Turning to order another drink.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jungwoo finally sat down at their table in a small, secluded section of the club. Chenle was still a little mad from the interaction earlier.

"You must have lost your damn mind. What was that about?" Chenle huffed out.

"What did I do?" Jungwoo carefully placed his phone down on the table.

"What did you do? It's giving heavy on the desperate. I mean how about letting a nothing-ass like that talk to you like your crazy."

Jungwoo put his hand up in defense. "Listen, not too much, because he wasn't even that bad"

Chenle laughed

"Not that bad? Oh boy." chenle reached over, snatching the blondes phone off the table "What are you doing?" Chenle tapped at the device, glancing up to roll his eye

"Saving your dumbass from making a terrible mistake before it's too late." Jungwoo reached over, snatching his phone back. Chenle grinned

"Oops, too late. You'll be thanking me later. And if he somehow calls you, you better report his ass!"

Jungwoo looked down at the screen to find Jaehyuns number in the blocked contact list.

"Alright" Jungwoo sighed in defeat.

chenle frowned, placing his hand over the others "I only want what's best for you" he lets go after a reassuring squeeze.

After some chit chat chenle got up in search for food leaving jungwoo alone to his own thoughts

'How does he know what's good for me?' The blonde thought as his finger hovered over the glowing "UNBLOCK" icon.

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End of chapter 1.

Alright, first chapter over. This is really helping satiate my boredom. It won't get better, I promise.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[slyrodriguez21bybentopeii]

Gilbert. Holtzmann. Yates. Tolan. After nearly a year I finally found Kate McKinnon's and Leslie Jones' covers on ELLE magazine! I thought I'd never find Kate McKinnon's cover here in the Philippines and now my mini-collection of ELLE covers featuring the ladies of Ghostbusters (2016) is complete!

[ravensroundofrobins]

this doesn't feel like a diverse robrae blog, it just feels like a your preference blog.

The thing is, anon, I do have a backlog of batboy/raven art & fic saved up for queuing right now. I’m really just waiting for more content for literally any rarer pair/wlw ship too to balance it out because I pride myself on trying to keep a Balance of content between all of the different ships.

And a logical part of me knows it’s an uphill battle bc DickRae was the first so it’ll always have the biggest backlog, and JayRae’s popular in its own right and DamiRae was the darkhorse that surprised us all. So they’ll always be a Bit More Prominent than the others. But another part of me just keeps checking and refreshing the BatgalRae/DukeRae tags hoping there will Finally be something New there.

But Idk. Call me Bitter™️. this blog IS meant to be an archive for All of the Batkid/Raven ships. But when there’s only maybe 4 fans other than myself helping to diversify, it makes running it a little difficult, you understand?

It also makes it more difficult when some Big Name Fans want to support known batc*st artists and when I’m personally not in the business of giving the time of day to people who do that kinda shit. So excuse me for not wanting to interact with nasty people & their associates.

If you don’t like this blog, you’re welcome to leave and go make one of your own. Best of luck to you.

[angelbabylu]

ok so what do we think each 5sos boy’s love language is?? hmu & let me know 

[yanderu-deredere]

the m in may stands for marriage

a/n: here's the second one for today and then the next one will be written in a few mins but will be published tomorrow. aren't yall glad i queue these up for yall? if i hadn't, i wouldn't have posted anything during my absence LOL

if you've read the chapters published today abt the cannibal yanderes, then you'll know what this drabble is abt LOL i hint at it so now u can imagine it but with u!

oh also ill have theirs and the werewolf yanderes profiles published today so look forward to that! and then ill edit the posts so that the profiles will finally be linked! huzzah!

warning: gender neutral reader, mentions of gore, implied violence

prompt: day seventeen ★ deep cleaning the home

casimir fiala ★ emm fiala

When Casimir mentioned that Emm wasn't the most organized person in the world, you had thought that just meant that she left things lying around sometimes or something.

You hadn't imagined it would be something like this.

The garage was a mess.

There were two of those big tool cabinets and there were shelves everywhere but, even with that, stuff was just scattered places.

You could barely see the floor since it was covered in various sizes of wood and various lengths of metal bars. There was just entire cork boards with seemingly no purpose just laying there.

And the machines! There was no order to the machines at all! Drills were on the floor, there was a chainsaw in the corner, some of the heavier machines had been pushed to the centre, some were against the wall.

Even worse than that were the blood stains. Some were smudged like someone tried to clean it hastily and others looked like she just left it there without thinking.

The only part of the garage that even had a semblance of order was the area where Emm parked his motorcycles. You figured that was just because she needed a clear area to wheel them in and out.

You felt Casimir cup the side of your head before he pressed a kiss to your temple "Thank you for helping me with this."

"So, this happens--"

"Once a month? Yes." Casimir pulled a roll of trash bags seemingly from no where and ripped one out

"The mess or you cleaning it." You took it, a fearful look on your face.

The tired expression on his answered your question.

Still, you couldn't help but think that, if this was something you needed to do for both your wife and your husband every month, you didn't think you'd mind too terribly.

[intothegenshinworld]

tw: health stuff

as most of you know, my health isn’t the best.

around a week ago I got news that I probably need surgery again. And while it isn’t my first, it’s not my second either. Thoughts about this and some other things in my life have been spinning in my head and I’m finding myself unable to be happy at the moment, so I’m taking yet another break (3 days or so). I know I do these often, but please bare with me. I won’t be fully gone. Just not as active. Post will most likely run on queue so I hopefully will still get stuff done (I’ll answer asks when I can and then drop them in there). 

I’ll literally be back in like 3 days or so, so I’m really making this a bigger thing than it is but I just need a short moment to recollect myself so I can continue to react with cheer and joy to everyone. I love yalls and I promise I’m alright. I just need a moment and wanted to let you know <3

[voidboyyy]

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reblog if i can tag you when i post my first official drag look

tagging the following ppl because tumblr ate my blog and i think they might like it (yall should still reblog if u want me to tag u :)))) )

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127 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#4

guess who got chased by a mime yesterday

129 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#3

my moral compass is surrounded by magnets

214 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#2

So long as you're not harming yourself or harming others.

Can I be honest for a second?

I never understood neopronouns.

I never understood why someone would use neopronouns.

I never understood how a simple "he", "she", or even "they" couldn't appeal to a person.

I didn't get why someone would use "ze" or "xe" or even "fae".

I couldn't understand.

But a while ago, I thought to myself.

When I started trying out a different name, I asked my mom what she would say if I wanted to go by a different name.

She told me that she would still love me.

She told me that she was happy with whatever made me happy, on one condition:

"If you're not harming yourself or others, then be who you want to be and live how you want to live."

I thought about that moment.

And I thought back to this one.

I realized that, despite society shunning people for this new type of self identification, it wasn't harming anyone.

People who were using neopronouns weren't harming themselves by using neopronouns, and they weren't harming anyone else by using neopronouns.

Society often uses the argument of "It's too hard to remember all of these new pronouns."

I understand where they're coming from, seeing as I once saw it that way too.

But in that argument, they make a statement, whether they realize it or not.

They tell us that they aren't willing to stop and learn.

They aren't willing to change.

And by not being willing to change, they are harming people.

So the next time you think to yourself, "This is so confusing" or "This is stupid, why would someone use this as a pronoun," think:

"Is it harming someone?"

Often times, the answer is no.

So why fight it when it doesn't harm you?

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My #1 post of 2022

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[justasopearchive]

uhmmmm.... 👉👈 im still curious about your thoughts on why you think sope has kind of drifted apart these past few years. ive been watching the two closely since 2017 and kind of went mia last 2020. only got back in the fandom late last yr so im curious about your perspective on why you think so... ive seen some sopies share the same sentiments and i wanted to get more context as to why yall arrived with almost the same idea. i already asked you this before but i noticed you still havent answered it yet. if you wont reply to this, i guess ill just take that as a hint to never ask about this topic again hehe sorry if these ever came off as delusional or anything but im honestly just curious about what happened 🥺

Oh, of course; sorry about that, my entire Tumblr is on a queue, so I’m rarely actually ON Tumblr (except yesterday) and most asks I get are lowkey toxic shipping stuff, so I ignore it 😩

It’s not delusional at all; and if it is, I’m also delulu lol. In terms of Sope in particular, I always got the feeling that Suga had a thing for Hobi…a demonstrable thing, crush, feelings, confusion, call it whatever you want. Yes, BH feeds into the madness, but I don’t think they can fake every second on camera and he (Y) was just demonstrably happier, softer and overall more energetic with him (H).

But we stopped getting damn near any interactions a few years ago. Like. At all. Even the 2021 and 2022 memories were bare bones for us Sopies.

My theory? Sometime in 2019ish something happened and one or the other said something pretty bad to the other or feelings came to a head and someone, IDK WHO, put them on ice (I tend to think it was Hobi who wanted to chill out…idk, he just never seemed as into it). And they just haven’t been the same since then. We know they used to see each other outside of work in the past because both of them have said it and there’s photo/video evidence. Now, J-Hope says he sees Suga “in the office”; a far cry from two dudes who went to concerts together or sat around and drank at their new office.

Even Yoongi being the only one not at the JITB release party. That wasn’t sus to y’all? And, yes, I know they said he “felt sick.” But come on…he turned around and performed, in outstanding health, at the Psy concert right after that. That just looked…strange.

Anyway, I’m choosing to remain delulu and force myself to believe that they love each other and Sope is not divorced and they’ve kissed (don’t worry, I know this is all jokes and fantasy…I actually believe 5/7 of Bangtan are in or have recently been in, hetero romantic relationships).

I’ve literally never “shipped” anyone else in my life and BTS is the only group of strangers I actively enjoy keeping up with (I don’t even watch reality TV 🥴)—so I’m just gonna hold on to this as my OTP for awhile lol

This is all just conjecture and gossiping on MY part.

Hope that answers your question 🙃

[tobi-momo]

Short Hair :)

a/n: thank you for requesting anon! i once cut my hair pretty short and was also a lil insecure so this helped me too! feel free to come by my inbox any time! Also- big big thank you to my sis @combat-wombatus​ <3 for basically coming up with the ground structure yall should go follow her bc her works? literal *chefs kiss* (i also kind took it as a pixie cut? so i am v sorry if you wanted the hair shorter) Request: 

Type: Drabble/Scenario

Genre: Fluff, comfort (?), i think i kept this mostly GN, sooo

Warnings: cursing, insecurity, (i think thats it?)

general taglist: @zerohawks​ @hitosushi​ 

Bakugou’s Crush Being Insecure About Their Short Hair

Mina had always been an unpredictable sparring partner

She was always jumping around and throwing her acid carelessly, trying to have fun with you as you actually try to do something with your quirk

Kirishima knows how much of a mess Mina can be and because yall are using his workout equipment- he needs to supervise.

He was givin yall tips n shit- very manly of him

You guys were getting into it, really trying to defeat one another when Mina made a mistake

Her acid hits your hair, burning it off to almost above chin length

Kirishima hurries over to your side, checking your neck and head for injuries and burns before turning over to Mina

“I’m so so so so so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to I swear!”

“It’s- It’s fine,” you lied, now super embarrassed and insecure, “i’ll just get it fixed or something. No big deal.”

“You’re lucky it was no big deal, one inch to the right and the acid woulda cut through your neck,” kirishima adds, worried about your state- you could always count on him to see behind your mask- thats one of the reasons hes your best friend

“Are you okay?” Mina pleads

“Yeah, of course, I just need to fix,” you point to your mess that you call hair, “this,” you breathe out a laugh

Mina basically freaks out and Kirishima being the manliest man to ever exist takes care of you <33 (not like that tho- this is a baku x reader, ok!)

He gives you a ride to the hair salon (he needed to touch up on his hair too ngl) and totally hypes you up the entire time you were getting your hair trimmed

It made you feel better, but you were still iffy about your hair, but what else were you gonna do? Shave your head? Hell no.

He knew this, of course, and offered you one of his hats to where during school hours until you were comfortable

So, showing up to school in Kirishima’s hat set someone in particular off. 

Walking into class with an expressionless face, you take your seat and sloppily drop your bag on the floor beside your chair. Not feeling up to interacting with anyone, especially since your new haircut was the shortest it’s ever been ever. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and never come out. You didn’t want to hear other people’s remarks on your hair, you didn’t want people to look at it. You didn’t want Mina to feel bad of course, but you couldn’t help but feel...not right.

“What the fuck is that?” You look up unfazed until you see Bakugou, the one that made your heart flutter when you looked at him, and your face flushing red as you stare at him, embarrassed as all hell when he points at Kirishima’s hat.

“What is what?” You ask, acting oblivious, but you can tell he can see through that.

“That, the ugly fuckin’ hat you have on. Take it off.”

“No can do, Baku-kun,” you reply, nonchalant.

“Well why the hell not?” His temper shows when he doesn’t get his way.

“Because.” You look down at your desk.

“You shitty fucking woman.” You look up at him again, bored, before you start tapping your finger on the desk repeatedly. “If you don’t take Shitty Hair’s hat off right now I will rip it off of your head.”

How did he know it was Kirishima’s hat? You finally give in, not wanting him to pull your hat off without giving him a warning for what he might see. 

You moan in defeat, sitting up. “Mina. She burned my hair with her quirk so I had to cut it.”

“I said sorry!” Mina chimes in. You acknowledge her for a moment, then turn back to Bakugou.

“Lemme see,” he says softly, which surprises you and makes your pulse stutter, but you won’t give up so easily.

“No.”

He tilts his head, giving you a glare that makes you think he actually might take your hat off forcibly. Ok, so you may give up a little easily. You sigh and slowly take off your hat. Kirishima watches from afar, smiling widely while he hits Kaminari and Sero with the back of his arm, catching their attention to face you. 

Your hair is revealed, and all Bakugou can do is stare. Just- stare. You regret coming to class. You stand up, making your chair screech on the floor before grabbing your bag, mumbling curses to yourself before heading out. Before you could close the door, though, you felt your arm being tugged back into the classroom. Your head whips around to see Bakugou having the same distraught, shocked expression on his face- almost looked like disbelief.

“What? Leave me alone.” You try to pull your arm back before Bakugou uses his other hand to grab your same arm, his expression not faltering. “What the hell is your problem? It’s short, yeah, I get that. You don’t need to rub it in my face.” You look away. Of course he would have that reaction. He thought you were ugly. 

Mina’s face falters, turning into a frown, sad for you and also mad at herself. Kirishima took notice and gave her a reassuring look.

“You look-” Bakugou fails to get a sentence out, stumbling on his words.

“I look what. Just say it already.”

“Fucking beautiful.” Your head shoots up, and everyone in the back of the class silently cheers while they await your response. You hear a couple gasps in the background, but don’t pay attention when you tilt your head in confusion.

“W-what?” You furrow your eyes, completely taken by surprise. 

Bakugou’s eyes widen for a second before returning to normal, letting go of your rights. He clears his throat as he turns away with a blush. “I said you look beautiful. Got a problem?” 

You look around the room, seeing everyone’s expression. Everyone- mostly everyone- was smiling towards you too, like they have been waiting for it to happen. Mina nods at you, nudging you on. Kirishima winks at you, pointing his head at Bakugou, who is currently facing the door frame. You look back at him, realizing how flustered he is. You smile. So- he didn’t think you were ugly? He thought you were beautiful. *He* thought you were beautiful. Short hair and all. Wow. 

“No. I don’t.” He looks at you with shock, not expecting that answer. 

“Good. Now don’t ever wear Shitty Hair’s hat ever again,” he tries to pull off. With that, he takes the hat of your head and chucks it at Kirishima, who catches it then laughs, giving everyone else the queue to start bombarding you with compliments and questions.

Having short hair may not be so bad.

REQUESTS:OPEN

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 11: NATSUO TODOROKI

promp: meet-cute (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

unedited | word count: 983 words | themes: gen!reader. pure fluff

rv: this is unedited because there’s a storm rn and god any second now our electricity and wifi will go away. this is on queue btw so i hope ot posted. so yep. anyway, this is so cute but wait until tamaki’s (^u^)

✒︎ our love story

"(y/n)! (y/n)!"

your head whips to the two children who were already clinging by your legs, making you bend down to offer them a bit of a distance for a conversation whilst offering them one of your most beautiful smiles.

"yes, what is it?" you cooed unconsciously as how you would to any other child, their eyes giving you an impression of a feeling that you couldn't really explain inside of your chest.

"nejire-neesan said you're good at telling stories! will you tell us one, please!"

"i want a love story! tell us a love story, (y/n)!" the voices they used were not much far behind from yours, pleading for a responsibility that nejire surely had passed onto you when she had the chance to. glancing over to the sides where the girl merely flashed you a smile and a wave of her hand, you sighed and crouched down.

"well, i haven't got that much but i'll try!" you say and just when you were beginning to feel relieved with the happy faces in the two children's faces, your heart sank when they suddenly made an announcement.

"hey everyone! (y/n) is telling a story!" one of them shouts and all of a sudden, a flock of five year olds are already in front of you, sitting on the floor attentively as you stood in complete shock at how the attention instantly shifts to yours in a matter of seconds.

you turned to look at nejire, tamaki and mirio but they only gave you a grin, silence, and thumbs up respectively, glad that the responsibility was taken off of their shoulders—and now, the stage is all yours.

clearing your throat, you frantically took a sight, slightly fidgeting at the way you were losing any ideas to say in front of the children.

i mean, what could possibly-

your mind echoed of the voice of the child from earlier once you’ve set eyes on the girl, her orbs twinkling in delight and hope of a story that could awaken the romance in her very young heart.

and alas, you now know what you’d tell.

your lips curling up, you began, “does anyone want to hear my love story?”

it was not as if the fact that the pro hero endeavor's son is one of the students in your college is a secret. actually, most already knows who natsuo todoroki is and there will always be flocks of students who gush over him because well, he is cute.

you never really met him face to face. after all, you are always in another building and you just often see him in his social media where your friends often stalk on.

aside from that, you were particularly not that interested in him.

i mean, why do they make a fuss over him anyway? just because he's a pro hero's son doesn't mean he's supposed to get this much attention. plus, does he even want it? because honestly speaking, if you were in his case, you would rather be famous for something that is done by your effort not because of your parents'.

your hand raised to the doorknob of the classroom and your ears were filled by the muffled noises inside, your new classmates surely having a time of their own despite this day being the first day of classes in the university for the whole school year.

turning the knob, you swung the door open and instead of seeing the space of the entrance your way was blocked by a figure you certainly have not seen before.

“excuse-“

“hey there!”

it was the way his voice spiked up that made you look, eyes meeting his own. and that’s the moment you realized that you were standing in front of natsuo todoroki

the natsuo todoroki.

“good morning, it’s nice to meet you!” he smiles boyishly, as if trying to impress you with that slight perk of a corner of his lip than the other side. from where you were standing on, you could certainly feel the charisma oozing out of his presence alone.

“hey,” you say, rather unenthusiastically. “yeah, nice to meet you too.”

basing on his reaction and his history, you could easily tell that he was not used to your response. passing by him, you ignored the way some of your classmates saw the scene, especially the ones who were near the door. but nonetheless, it was not as if it was such big of a deal.

was it?

shrugging the thought off, the memory slowly drifts off of your mind as soon as the day passed by. but unlike you, it was not the same for natsuo todoroki.

“but how did you know?” one of the children’s little voice beam, catching you and thre others’ attention just as soon as the question was raised.

you were about the answer, but before you could, another voice overpowers your own.

“because i told it to them.”

the children’s heads perk up at the new, yet familiar voice, whipping their attention to the person at by the doorframe, his tall figure and presence unable to be mistaken by anyone, including the little kids.

“natsuo!”

“hey guys it’s natsuo!”

“todoroki-san!”

a gentle smile and look smooths is way unconsciously towards your face as you watched how the toddlers interacted with the newly-arrived man, who apparently was one of the main characters in your rather short story. but as your eyes made contact with his, it was like your heart leaped in joy, much different from how you’ve met before.

certainly, there was a change in how you treated him over the years, especially when you realized you were starting to have feelings for the said man. but like others say, it didn’t matter how it all started.

it was how you end it. and for now, you want it to end like this; happy, contented—with him.

rv: i’m so sorry i was panicking last night that i didn’t got to edit this. anyway just wanna say that tamaki’s fluffvember is connected to this so.... yall better look forward to that.

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[strangertorpedo]

CHECK IN TAG!

thank so much @pinkwohoo for the tag <3

Why did you choose your url?

lucy dacus is the love of my life and strange torpedo is one of my favourite songs of hers

Any side blogs? If you have them name them and why you have them.

i have my kinda-main fandom blog @smartwaterishomophobic but i havent used it in awhile and i just spam fandom related stuff there ajsjldhgkld

How long have you been on tumblr?

i’ve been on tumblr since like 2016, but i’ve had my simblr since i think march 2021

Do you have a queue tag?

nope! i dont even think i have anything in my little queue at the moment

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i really liked deadlymoderns blog and also just wanted to test out a new storytelling format in general which lead to me testing out a sims one. the haywards mostly came in as a very base family so i could just tell a story and see how it went. now if i knew my computer would give up on me the second i wanted to do storytelling, i probably wouldve waited a bit to start but oh well

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

its a cool picture i found on weheartit 

What’s your post with the most notes?

i think its lisbeths introduction post??? im not too sure

How many mutuals do you have?

i literally have no clue what to classify as a mutual and what not to cause i talk to a lot of people but im not like super great friends with all them, so my mutual count can vary from like 2 to 20 depending on what a mutual really is

How many followers do you have?

i have 96 which is actually code for 6 people and 90 porn bots /j

How many people do you follow?

i follow 80 people which is really funny to me cause i thought i followed less cause i never see half these blogs-

Have you ever made a shitpost?

oh yeah 100%- my entire life is a big shitpost

How often do you use tumblr each day?

why you wanna know? wanna know how totally tubular i am?

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i’ve had disagreements with some people on some of my now deleted blogs, but never like an actual fight

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

ill read some of them, others i wont. most times i wont reblog tho cause i kinda have a “if you tell me to do something, i will not do it” mentality. 

Do you like tag games?

yeah, but i always feel awkward having to tag people myself

Do you like ask games?

YES YES YES!!!!!!! I love answering questions. you could ask me my characters favourite brand of toothpaste or something so random and ill happily respond

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i have no clue- shdlhgkd so sorry babes, in my mind youre all just cool people that i never know whos tumblr famous. although i have some friends in other fandoms who are so cool they probably got two hours in the ball pit at dashcon /j

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

no, but some of yalls sims are actually my wives. yes i have married pixels.

i’m gonna tag @simming-in-the-rain and @blu-sims cause i can <3

[melanoradrood]

I know this is tooo far away right now when we are just at the prologue but please please please write the corset opening/removing (whatever) scene in Dramione Bridgerton AU!! When I saw that scene I just zoomed in my Dramione OTP..I want to read it. I hope I don't annoy you with my request..but you are combining two awesome fandoms and since I can't write as well as you I thought I'll make a request!

LMAO okay so! I’m actually writing Episode by Episode. In that, I am currently working on Episode 1. Episode 2 has already been fully plotted out with full notes. Episode 3 is currently bullet points, as is Episode 4. Episodes 5+ are currently just... a paragraph.

BUT.

My intention is to release Episode by Episode, in that I announce Episode 1 will be released the week of ___________ and then every other day, I’ll upload the Episode... and then we take a week or two break, and then the next Episode.

Why? Because my ADHD brain is pleased by this. But also because I don’t want you guys waiting a thousand years. AND because I’m actually planning this now.

I will say that you will, uhhhh have the first chapter.....

I don’t want to use the word soon, but with the move and all, life has settled TREMENDOUSLY. I’ve had a house guest all week helping me with my kids so that I can unpack, so my writing time has been very short, BUT! The first Chapter of Episode 1 is written. I’m starting on Chapter 2 today. ( there’s 4 chapters per episode there about )

So, this is a rant and doesn’te ven answer your question I’m sorry it’s early.

THE CORSET SCENE.

THE. CORSET. SCENE.

Listen. LISTEN. I’m going to be including an Author’s note that talks about how she should be wearing a chemise underneath her corset, or stays - I haven’t stopped and studied the scene enough yet to figure out which one it was but I’m pretty sure they were stays, ANYWAYS.

There will be an author’s note about how this is not appropriate regency/georgian attire..........

And then I’m going to write 3000 words about Draco Malfoy carefully unlacing every single piece of Hermione Granger’s corset, including explicit details about his fingers brushing her skin, Hermione gasping at each touch, her body prickling with goosebumps, his breath on the back of her neck, and the way he basically then falls to the ground at her feet in worship to roll down her stockings while looking up at her otherwise naked body through hooded eyes...................

The whole chapter will probably just be him undressing her.

There’s like three scenes that I’m EXCEPTIONALLY delighted for. One is a conversation that will be happening between Draco and Theo. The second is the final resolution conversation at the end of Episode 8. The last???? 

THAT WEDDING NIGHT.

I got you, anon. I GOT YOU. WE ARE GONNA LIVE OUR BEST LIVES.

edit : jus tlooked at the gifset that just came out of my queue and was reminded of that scene - i’ve plotted out the draco telling hermione to call him by his name scene, and y’all. YALL. I may actually just be found in the discord chat screaming about it for days in the lead up to me posting it. it’s......... it’s so good.