#im in hell. of my own making. but still im in hell

[nymphaura777]

@peakyrain ilysmmmm 💋💗 and thank you so much for tagging!

Okay so five things I like about myself:

1) my sensitivity: although many people say "oh you need to change yourself", "you're too sensitive", "you feel too much things" I still enjoy being sensitive, yes it can be too hurtful on gloomy days but too cherishing on happy days. I feel everything so deeply. A glance, a song, a sentence, a memory it all touches me. I'm the kind of person who can cry for someone else’s pain and laugh with you for your happiness.

2) my habit to romanticise everything: I know how to romanticize the smallest things whether its a book spine, a rainy window, coffee on a Sunday morning, a kiss on the forehead. I turn ordinary life into an indie movie soundtrack moment. I make my life feel like art.

3) I love that im self aware as hell: I analyze myself like a therapist, a poet, and a philosopher all in one. I know my flaws, I own my darkness, and I’m always asking: how can I become better, softer, stronger, more myself? That hunger to understand and evolve? That’s gorgeous.

4) I love that I always dream big: I don't limit myself. I imagine the best, the boldest, the most cinematic versions of my life. My standards are high not just in love, but in everything. I dream in detail. And one day, those dreams won’t just be visions they’ll be memories.

5) I love that im always in transition: I’m never stuck. I’m always becoming. Always creating new versions of myself. I shed old skins like poetry, like art. There’s nothing stagnant about me. Even in my stillness, I’m blooming. Slowly, surely, quietly but endlessly.

That's all folks!

Here I'm tagging some people to join:

@eazysxlana @sugarplumfairy777 @scentedpeachlandcreator @kerryshifts @beommieblog @miainbetween @madebynarii @ravenscosmos @krystella-shifts @nanasrealities @etherepaar

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

Tysm!

Okay, this is gonna be difficult BUT

1) I like my hair

2) I like my eyes

3) I like my writing

4) I like my aesthetic

5) I like the fact I'm a bookworm

Instead of sending asks, I'll just tag my mooties/friends here!! ;

The sweet and coolbeanz you, @izumi-miffy

The one and only @3thereality

The awesomesauce @stareyeofficial @chuchucharlie @itzzkaylaaa @crazed-transbian-lunatic and @saturnidiot

My dear @finnosaurusladiesman217

And the love of my life, @h0neybun-xx

That makes 9 people but I don't have any more moots, so that'll suffice I think!

[strawberryraviegutz]

Can we PLEASE be normal and agree that all kpop demon hunters ships are valid instead of shitting on/writing off ships and or thinking that a ship is a moral failing or “less progressive” just cuz said ships are m/f.

Are yall forgetting the target audience for this movie?? Like yeah the movie is for queer ppl too since there’s a queer allegory in the movie’s overall message and kpop fanbases having a huge queer community, but this movie also had in mind women and young teenage girls who obsess over kpop boy bands along with shipping themselves and or other kpop stars with said boy band members both male and female.

I still wanna enjoy hunterix yuri so bad bad because im a multishipper, but at the same time even as i was watching the movie I already knew ppl were gonna start shitting on Rujinu, zoestery, miromabby, and the Saja boys and the ppl who like these ships and the Saja boys as a whole and it’s leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

Hell even before the movie came out ppl were jumping this one person who made a ship post about Mira and Abby. And yes representation IS important but that doesn’t mean m/f ships should just be disregarded as “not progressive”.

When did we suddenly start deciding that a woman and a man being attracted to each other is a detriment to the feminist/progressive movement?? Like yall do realize that CisHet allies exist, right? You’re not automatically “more progressive” by shipping gay ships.

I’d argue it’s more misogynistic to send a message to women that if they’re attracted to and or want to have relationships with men then that means they’re a danger to the feminist/progressive movement or have “less value” which does nothing to help our movement at all and just ends up excluding other women which also goes against our movement.

Feminism and the progressive left movement as a whole is all about EQUALITY. Feminism quite literally involves helping men too because EVERYONE is negatively affected under the patriarchy.

Men may not be oppressed for being men but that doesn’t mean that the patriarchy doesn’t affect them negatively. Feminism isn’t men vs women, it’s everyone vs misogynists/the patriarchy. Also bold of u to assume that Rumi and Jinu are straight.

Considering the parallels to Rumi’s story and the way many queer ppl feeling about their own identities feeling like they need to hide themselves because of shame, it’s obvious that she’s not straight and could be bisexual. Just cuz a bi woman falls in love with a man doesn’t make her any less bisexual/queer.

And Jinu is a 400 year old demon. He probably had centuries to experiment along with the fact that queerness did exist in Korea and Asia as a whole and was a normal part of their cultures pre colonization hundreds of years ago and the same goes for the other Saja boys. Mira and Zoey can be attracted to girls too of course but them being shipped with men wouldn’t make them any less queer especially if the men in question are also queer.

Plus we all saw how all three of the hunterix members reacted when they first saw the Saja boys(especially Mira and Zoey who had LITERAL HEART EYES WHEN THEY LAYED EYES ON THEM. Along with Abby’s Abs continued to make their eyes do the popcorn thing 2 times later on in the movie and Mira literally calling them hot the first time.).

Any of the hunterx x Saja boys ships could quite literally be bi 4 bi or bi 4 pan(with the saja boys being pan with the reasons being my previous statement about them being over a hundred year old demons who had plenty of time to experiment.)

Why can’t we just agree to disagree and ship whatever we want without putting down/sending vitriol towards other ships and or the ppl who ship these ships?? We’re already in a low empathy crisis as is and yall are just making it worse. Focus that same anger and hatred yall put into sending hate towards ppl over pixels on a screen towards calling ur senators/reps about pushing back against the facist regime that the orange man is trying to plunge the US into.

Like seriously guys what will it cost u to not be an asshole to others for liking something that you don’t like? Get off your high horses and BE NICE TO EACH OTHER AND RESPECT ALL SHIPS.

[dallysdolly444]

stupid cupid.

summary: dallas has to own up to his feelings for you to the big man himself, darrel curtis, your dear brother. meanwhile, you gush about him to ponyboy and johnny. part 2 of this fic!

warnings: crude language, smoking, mentions of sex, lmk if i missed anything <3

the aroma of tomatoes floats through the kitchen as you stir the pot of your signature sauce for spaghetti and meatballs. dallas's favourite, is something in the back of your mind. ponyboy is sat at the dinner table, smoking a cigarette. "so, you and dally, huh?" he comments out of nowhere.

you whip your head around, eyes widening. how the hell did ponyboy know? your mind goes back to what dally had told you, how he had drunkenly bragged to johnny about your date yesterday, he must have told ponyboy. does darry already know? as far as she knows, he's gonna bust through the door yelling about 'surrounding yourself with good people, not hoods like dallas'. "how do you know that?" you question your brother, immediately regretting not denying the claims.

ponyboy shrugs. "johnny said you were on a date with dally." he shrugs, with a grin. "didn't know you were into guys like dally. you're in deep shit with darry, though" he teases, stubbing out his cigarette. just then, johnny walks through the door, without a reason as always.

"you!" you say, a bit louder than intended, pointing your spoon at him. "why'd you tell everyone?" you question, softening your voice when you see the way he shrinks slightly.

johnny chews on his thumbnail nervously. "shit, i'm sorry. i didn't know it was meant to be a secret when dally told me" he says, crossing his arms protectively. "he was uh... really excited. i've never see 'im like that before" he mutters.

you sigh, going back to stirring. "well, he is special when he's with me" you say softly, mind going back to dallas. by special, he's not perfect by any means. but he's better.

ponyboy hums. "like what, he's nice?" he teases, unable to even imagine dallas winston being nice, even with his wild imagination.

you roll your eyes and clear your throat. "i'm never nice" you say, mocking dallas's voice the best you can. listening to him talk for hours on end sure helps your ability to mimic his accent. "he's not 'nice', per se, he's still an asshole. he's just... he doesn't yell, he doesn't smoke as often and he doesn't treat me like full shit" you say.

johnny snickers slightly, a noise definitely missed around these parts. "dally isn't ever like that" he comments with a slight smile. hearing about 'nice' dally fuels his admiration for the older boy, even if the bars so low, the devil would trip over it.

you just smile. "he's a good kisser" you giggle, recalling all the times you've been on buck's couch, with dallas's hands in your hair and his lips on yours as he holds you tight to him.

"ew!" ponyboy says, smacking his hands down on the table. "i dont wanna hear about dally and you kissin'!" he says, before you can even describe it. you just giggle, that was exactly the reaction you wanted from ponyboy. you are his big sister after all.

˚₊‧ ʚɞ ‧₊˚

meanwhile, dallas was trying to enter the home as discretely as possible, wanting to see you. he had caught drift of the fact that darry knew, and he knew darry probably wanted to beat his head into his ass or something.

darry, however, opened the door for him, arms crossed. he's always been an imposing figure, but he sure makes dallas feel small. and scared, but he's not gonna say that. "hey darrel..." he chuckles awkwardly. dally almost never acts like this.

darry looks down at him. "winston. lets go to the living room, hm?" he asks, crossing his arms. "you're seeing my sister, aren't you?" he asks coldly, sitting down on the couch.

dallas stiffens his body and tries to stand up straighter. "yeah, maybe i am. she's good looking" he says, trying to play it cool. he means it when he says that, it's one of the only things he's ever meant. you're a beautiful girl, you're his beautiful girl.

darry sighs. "sit down, dallas." he says gently, and when dallas does, he starts to talk. "look. i don't wanna tell you to stop seeing her, i know you well enough to know you wont listen to me." he pauses, making sure dallas is listening. "i just want you to know some things. treat her well, kid. you know we'll be pissed at ya if you fuck up," he's rambling before dally cut him off.

"i know, man" dallas says, playing with his rings. his eyes lock on the one you gave him, thinner and more dainty than his others. "i know. i ain't gonna hurt her, yknow? i uh... i like her" he mutters. he tries to convince himself its your body, the sex, anything that isn't just the way you make him feel. the way you are. he debates telling darry he loves you, but he's never been that brave, so he settles on; "i like her a lot."

darry listens, and pauses for a moment. he just... thinks. he stares at dallas for a moment, as if trying to read his mind. 'i like her, i like her' he can tell he means he loves her and he eventually sighs.

without a word, darry reaches over and shakes dallas's hand. there's nothing said, nothing heard. nothing needs to be said. dallas made it past the brother, the stand-in father. for a moment, dallas sees mr. curtis, remembers the way he would laugh and joke about dallas having a crush on his daughter.

a smile slightly cracks on dallas's face. "this mean i can come over?" he cracks a joke.

"keep the door open."

authors note: this is a shorter fic, i lowkey prefer the shorter ones sorryyyy <3 btw if ur reading this pleeeasseee drop a comment ur comments give me lifeee!! tysm for all the love on the first fic, you genuinely don't know how much this all means to me. i really just want to make people happy with what i write, it's something i've loved since i could write lol. sorry to get all sentimental, this just means alot. thank you so so much to the person who requested part one, this was so much fun to write. i love you all. i really mean lots of love.

lots of love, dolly x

[frownyalfred]

Being feral about your omegaverse specifically because I love the lore and the love you put into like social structures and hierarchies

Thinking about hypothetical pseudo packs that pups make together. Like I know the coralverse is based in DCEU so Dick and Tim aren’t really in it but thinking about like pseudo packs they make with the Titans or young Justice

Like they’re still pups, or at least not old enough to be branching off and starting their own packs, and it has nothing to do with mating or even always hierarchy but the calming scent of your friends after a long mission or a quick scenting just to be say hello

It’s practice for their future packs! Light dominance fights that don’t hold a lot of weight; learning to exist together and as an individual within a unit

It’s good practice for pups and thinking about how because Jason died he didn’t get that practice, and so when him and Roy do bond and the idea of them forming their own pack one day down the road with their own pups, Jason panics because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s never thought about what it would be like to lead his own pack. And because of Ollie’s progressive ways, Roy sure as hell doesn’t know what to do either. They stay with the Wayne pack way longer than most pups starting their own families would because neither of them got the practice of pseudo packs that pups usually get

Idk this might not have made any sense my brain is rotting I just like thinking about really tight knit friend groups as packs and then what that would look like in kids and fnfisnfisnd ignore this im insane

Yeah! They’re practicing for something they won’t fully “get” until after presentation but those skills are still very valuable. And it changes of course after they present, but no matter what they all remember what it’s like to be a pup and how to relate to others in the pack or “pack.”

And yeah, Jason and even Bruce and Lex missed out on a lot of that. They’re possibly even overcompensating a little bit instincts wise because they only had those pack bonds later in life.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

hiii !! i'm a new follower and I just wanted to say I LOVE ur writings oml ur like my safe place fr <33 I wanted to know if u could do headcanons of either Stan or Ford (honestly idc i love both my daddies sm) would react/comfort their lover that deals with health anxiety ? that's obviously my case lolz, I've been in a health anxiety crisis for like 3 months straight, i'm 100% convinced i have like 5 different cancer even if my doc said I'm fine, and I recently find my absolute nightmare, a lump in my boobie ☹️. So I just wanted to know how my babies would react/comfort with a lover like me !!! Kisses kisses kissessssssssssssss

being anxious as hell about your own health is sooooo relatable to me :( oh god im so sorry you’re going through this. i really really wish your mind could give itself a break, because you deserve to be free of these heavy thoughts. spending so much energy on this is so exhausting and it breaks my heart you're going through it. i can’t imagine how terrified you must be, but i’m so proud of you for reaching out! i wish you to feel better in the near future, remember we are all here for you!

please look at these two cuties<3 this is for you sunshine

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sfw. health anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff | Stan x reader, Ford x reader

Stanley might not have a degree in anything but has a fucking phd in loving someone through their weird little mental illnesses. so be sure, he KNOWS how to show love through action and he really wants to shake the anxiety out of your head. Stan wants to distract you, drag you away from it without you even realizing he’s doing it.

it'll start with “c’mere. lemme show you smth real quick,” and then he’s dragging you into the kitchen to teach you a weird recipe he's very good at (“s’not on the menu but i used to make it for Mabel when she was sad”). or he makes you sit on the porch in the sun while he points out every squirrel and bird, telling you stories from the past. if it’s nighttime, he makes up whole bedtime games. “you gotta name three snacks you’d eat right now if we had an infinite fridge. no repeats. go.” and if you answer right, he lets you wear his tank top to sleep. and god, when he tucks you into bed on bad nights, and sees your eyes go distant and glassy again, he cups your cheek and says, “hey. eyes on me, sweetheart. you don’t gotta go anywhere scary tonight.”

he’ll lie beside you for hours, even if you don’t say a word. he’ll hold your hand even if it’s sweaty and trembling. and when your anxiety hits so hard you tell him “i feel like im dying,” Stan immediately lets you know that he is physically close and that you are still breathing. he will never let you go anywhere. “okay baby. but you’re not, alright? you’re here. you’re breathing. feel my hand? you’re here with me.” as he rubs your back. rough man, soft touches.

+ says things like “aw, baby, i hate that your brain’s doing this to you” and “i swear if i could pull the fear outta you with my bare hands, i would”

he always softens. instantly. and i think he’d hold you from behind, on the couch, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, cheek on your shoulder, and he’d mutter, “you’re gonna be okay. i swear. if anything was wrong, i’d be the first one callin’ every doc in the damn state. but you’re gonna be fine.” he’s so fiercely protective. if he sees you worried, he’d offer to go to appointments with you, hold your hand in waiting rooms even if he’s anxious himself. if you need someone to google things for you to make sure it’s not terrifying, he’ll do it, but also shove the phone under a pillow when he knows it’s spiraling you more.

and if you do cry because of overthinking, he always cradles you, resting his chin on your head, muttering, “there we go. cry it out, my anxious human.” he likes it when his partner trusts him. it makes him feel special. and later, when you’re exhausted and puffy-eyed and apologizing, he just goes, “don’t apologize to me for being alive, babe.” Stanley sees it, all of it, especially how hard you’re trying, and he loves you even more for it.

he’s the one who sits beside you with every medical report or doctor’s note and calmly explains it to walk you through it so it doesn’t feel that terrifying. he knows what it’s like to have a mind that runs too fast, so he never dismisses your anxiety. he always grounds you. “what we’re feeling isn’t always the truth, but i promise ill help you find the truth. we'll face it together. you’re not alone in this.” and you’re not, because if you ever hint that something worries you, he’ll spend hours researching credible sources, will write notes to ask doctors, will do everything in his power to prove to your heart that it’s safe inside your chest.

we all know Ford is such a deeply logical man, but when it comes to you that logic turns into the most tender, patient care you can imagine.

and if that fails, it’s 3am and you’re crying in the bathroom and can’t stop checking yourself, he’ll sit on the tile floor with you, cup your face, and remind, “you are not dying, my love. you’re alive. you’re here, safe. and i love you. so much. so much it scares me, and im not going anywhere.”

if your breathing gets fast, he’ll do his own breathing in sync with you. “match me. in. . . out. . .just like that. there’s no rush. we’re not in danger.”

sometimes he really hates how helpless it makes him feel when he sees you suffering from anxiety. he’s so used to solving things, but your fear isn’t smth he can outwit, and that makes him ache. but he tries, god, he tries so hard. he keeps notes about what calms you down. he researches every kind of calming exercise, keeps a journal of little things that helped soothe you, times it happened and what worked. he invents a tiny device you can hold in your palm, designed to reset your breathing. he brews herbal teas from ingredients he gathered in other dimensions, and he uses it to make a calming brew. it tastes like honey and it's so so so lovely. Ford doesn’t even tell you how rare the ingredients are, just gives you the mug and kisses your temple saying, “here. this one’s special. i made it for you, darling”

and later when the panic has passed he’ll read aloud from that book you never finished

and god forbid you ever apologize to him for being “too anxious” Ford will immediately shut that down with a single, “absolutely not.” then a kiss to your forehead. then another. and then “you are never too much. if anything, you’re more than i ever thought i deserved.”

[horriblengrossstories]

Birdieee is there a chance of you writing a full blown scene of Derek and mutt doing "it" (sex, and have every freedom to where how and when. I really like your writing style :3)

I blame my ovulation for this because that fake blonde man who wants to be called scorpion keeps invading my mind (as he should)

AND I hope you're doing well now birdie!! ♡

Well I can cook you somdthing up, down below, full blown sex scenes are not my thing tbh, im more here for the horror but I can try.

Content Warning: This fic features explicit sexual content involving toxic, abusive dynamics where consent is absent due to duress and coercion. Derek is deliberately cruel and controlling throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

-Birdie 🐦

You barely have time to breathe before he’s on you again gripping your leash like a lifeline, dragging you back onto his cock with brutal, hungry thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

Your hands scrabble at the floor, trying to anchor yourself, but it’s hopeless. Derek’s pace is punishing, desperate, like he’s trying to bury every inch of himself inside you and never let go.

“Look at you,” he snarls, yanking your head up by the leash, making your back arch and your mouth fall open. “On your knees, dripping, fucked dumb, just how I like you.”

You moan, ruined and dizzy, your body giving out as he ruts into you like you’re nothing but his his precious pet.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoes filthy in the air, but all you can hear is the way he groans your nickname, Mutt, like it’s the only word he remembers. And when he snaps the leash tighter and growls, "You're mine,"

Your cheek presses to the floor, breath coming out in short, broken gasps as he holds you there, hips still rolling, slower now but deeper so deep it makes your toes curl. You whimper when he pulls the leash tighter, and he laughs, low and mean and proud.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes, leaning down so his chest is heavy against your back, his hand sliding around your throat. “You’re such a good puppy for me.” The praise hits you like lightning your whole body reacts, clenching around him, desperate for more.

He feels it, too, and groans, dragging his teeth along your ear. “Ohh, you like that, huh?” he coos, almost sweet, almost cruel. “My obedient little mutt. All wet and needy, just for me.” His fingers stroke between your legs, teasing, slick with everything you’ve already given him. “C’mon, pup show me you know who you belong to.”

You grit your teeth, eyes narrowing, because honestly? You’re so damn tired of his damn voice.

"Would you just shut the hell up and let me finish already?" you want to snap, but you don’t. You can’t. It’s all twisted, this awful dance you’re stuck in, the cruel tug of trauma bonding that’s got you gasping under his weight. His growls and praises are like knives on your nerves, and all you want is quiet, just the brutal silence of release, no words, no control, no more mental wrestling.

But instead, he keeps talking, keeps owning you with his voice like it’s another chain wrapped tight around your throat.

[jiafeick-merriproduct]

toony's top 10 favorite lotf ships!!!

(I LOVE EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST BTW 🔥🔥)

1. Jalph

- u saw this coming didnt u HEHEH... ngl i just really love their angst the most, and when i see fluff of them im like "AWWWW THEY'RE SO CUTEE.... IM SO SAD THEY FOUGHT N BROKE UP </3" also outside of romantic things when this is just a platonic pairing, I love how have some goofy ahh things in common, like how jack and ralph both think that africa is a country 😭💀 these two are absolutely adorable, tragic, doomed, and super swaggy in every single aspect. NOT PERFECT OFC! but still a ship that will truly be a core memory for my life forever and ever. and honestly? the imperfections that jalph has are what make this ship even more interesting.

2. Pigmon

- its genuinely sad to not see much content of these two... they have so much potential its crazy... they're like my top 2 best bois ever 😭😭✨✨ I REMEMBER THAT ONE PART WHERE simon was giving back piggy's glasses after they had been shattered :(( AND ALSO WHEN SIMON GAVE HIS MEAT TO PIGGY IN CHAPTER 4... AAAAAGHHG BROOOOOOO LIKE even though most of the time i realistically think of it as one-sided ive done a lot of roleplays where piggy and simon actually reciprocate feelings for each other and it's so cute!!!!

3. Jager

- HUNTER BESTIES TO LOVERS HUNTER BESTIES TO LOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I READ LIKE ONE HURT/COMFORT FIC OF THEM AND ONE STRAIGHT UP ANGST ONE AND MY HEART ACHESSSSS BRO DAAAAMMMNNNN...... also whoever came up with the name "huntingmates" for them (I FORGOR UR NAME IM SO SORRY I WANNA CREDIT U 😭😭) you are a REAL ONEEE!!!!! and another thing, i started playing pjsk like two weeks ago and today i just started reading the stories of vbs... gng what if akitoya was jager in a different universe... EHHEHEHEHDHSHXHSHXHSHSHHC!!?!?!!?!!

4. Ralmon

- THIS ONE IS SO CUTE!! never getting over the fact that at one point canonically simon bumped into a tree really hard bc he couldn't stop looking at ralph while walking next to him RHCHFHDNCHDJCNSSJNEND!!!!!!! SO CUTE OMGG......... and the angst would be so crazy... like i imagine ralph blaming himself over and over again for participating in murdering simon and just completely falling apart... :((

5. Jimon

- a year ago in the early stages of my lotf days i swore to myself that i would never like this ship UNTIL A FEW MONTHS AGO!!!! SOMEONEEEEE SOOOOOMEEEEEOOOOONNNNEEEEEEEE—YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE I LOVE YOU DAWG—MADE THE MOST GORGEOUS JIMON DRAWINGS EVER AND I WAS LIKE "HOLD OOOOOONNNNNNN" AND I CONSIDERED AND CONSIDEREDDDDDD AND WROTE AND DISCUSSED... AND NOW JIMON IS IN MY TOP 5!!!!!! U CHANGED MY LIFE BRO THIS IS A MAJOR TURNING POINT IN MY LOTF ERA FRFR I CHERISH THIS SHIP IN MY HEART ALWAYSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭✨✨✨✨🗣🔥🗣🔥🗣🔥🗣🔥🗣🔥🗣🗣🔥🗣🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢📢

next half under the cut to prevent this tag from being blocked with yap

6. Raliggy

- i think about this ship way less often than i should... bc i know i KNOW ralph treated piggy like dogshit in the beginning BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT later on it all started making sense, these two kids are just desperate to survive, and they are both scared in their own ways, and just being around each other makes them comfortable... THERE IS SO MUCH SADNESS TO THEIR TIME ON THE ISLAND THAT I GOTTA LEARN TO THINK ABOUT IT MORE... 😭😭😭 MAAAAAAAANNNN.....

7. Mauridew (I MADE THIS ONE!!!!)

- a year ago during my summer vacation on my japan trip i thought of a simple idea: who would fit each member in diverdiva from love live? i thought maybe roger would be karin at first but i was like "nah karin has a more slay style" and i went with jack instead! and then ofc in my mind, maurice will always be ai. so basically karin and ai, both extremely cool, swaggy, and confident superstars would be jack and maurice. and BOY OH BOY THATS WHEN THE NAME COMBINATION CAME IN. my thought process was like "what would their ship name be... obviously not using jack's first name bc what the hell are we gonna do with maurack or jaurice... what if we did merridew instead, like merrice or mauridew- DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!!! MAURIDEW!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHHFHFHGHDHSJSJCJ!!!!!!!" AND THEN I REALIZED HOW MUCH POTENTIAL I COULD MAKE WITH THEM!!! jack is more on the chaotic evil side, while maurice would be more on the chaotic good side, and both would be chaotic icons who like to mess around!! in a modern school setting, they would do silly and harmless pranks lol I LOVE THEMMMMM

8. Rogermon

- quiet kids quiet kids!!!! i think they'd be cute together too, with obviously a lot of angst. honestly i used to think them a lot more last year, but not many people are talking about them anymore so they appear in my mind less frequently now. i participated in many rogermon angst roleplays with my fellas back then and boy oh boy were they ANGSTY. they were depressing as hell LIKE IN A GOOD WAY OFC BC THE PLOTS WE MADE WERE CRAZY but yeah they're cool :D

9. Rogice

- i just thought they'd be aight together! i think in some way they'd get along very well, maybe share a few inside jokes. :3 not much to say abt them tbh but i just get the vibe that they'd be swaggin together ^_^

10. Ralger

- i remember when this ship was popping off in the tag for like a week or so and i fw'd it SO HEAVY. i like their vibe, and i think they have the potential to be a very silly duo. they didnt interact much in the book tho so we can't tell for sure about the relationship they have in canon, but the good thing is that it leaves a lot of room for imagination and creativity of our super swaggy ralger shippers in this community 🔥🔥 I LOVE YGS SMMMMMM AAAAAHGHGGH YGS ARE SO COOLLLLLL

Honorable Mention: Mauram

- the rarest rarepair of all time and people COOK when making headcanons and art about them. all the time. fr all the time. 🔥🔥 mad respect for ygs i love yall sm WHEN I SEE THESE TWO TOGETHER IM LIKE "HELL YEAH!!!!! HELLLLL YEEEEAAAAHHH!!!!!!! THEMMMM!!!!!!!!!"

anyways thats it for this ranking!! i hope ygs enjoyed this super swaggy post ✨✨

[kithj]

i love interactive fiction. i love writing variations and flavor text and branching narratives. i love it so much my favorite part is writing the same scene five different times over and over again. isn't this fun. are we having fun

[supernovasimplicity]

fearne choosing to go back to ligament manor, when before she was unknowingly kept there

dorian asking his parent's approval instead of taking it out of fear

chetney gaining control over himself and passing along his knowledge to others

ashton seeking answers instead of hiding from them

orym choosing to live his life to the fullest, balancing old and new responsibilities

laudna choosing a quiet life, when before she had isolation forced on her

imogen using her powers to help others and build new communities, instead of being shunned because of them

bells hells giving the gods a choice in their future

everyone getting to choose

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[flintbian]

There's a disabled angel in good omens 🥺

[phonification]

weird hsbc adjacent ii au doodles ,,

[milkweedman]

Knitting a freehand bag and started wondering how often people even use patterns, anyway. So--how often do you use a pattern when you make things ? This include knitting/crochet/sewing/weaving/nalbinding/bobbin lace/tatting/etc but also things like woodworking, cooking, and baking. If you want to just pick the thing you do most often that's fine.

I personally do not use patterns as I find them far more confusing than just figuring out the construction of an item and simply making it. I do very occasionally browse ravelry for inspiration but have downloaded maybe 2. In the 5 or so years since I joined. And have followed exactly 1, which I modified every single aspect of. In my defense, dyslexia.

[lovelyrotter]

ill probably delete this in a minute but ive just been fuckin boggled by what ive seen across tumblr in the last few days in particular. its why i havent really been around. like holy fucking shit, its really like some of yall just dont want a chunk of the trans community to exist. like some of yall are thisclose to saying it verbatum. way too many already have. 'shut up sit down be quiet and smile for us' type shit, gee where have i heard that before. oh yeah my entire life cause i was forcefully gendered as someones daughter. shock horror i know. you might be surprised to remember and/or learn that very few trans folks know theyre trans before we're 5, or even 10, and that that gendered experience stays with all of us in both/either small or large ways. either bc we literally dont have a solid identity yet (bc we're very small children), dont have the words, we're repressing it out of fear from how others will treat us, we're actually enjoying or enjoyed being another gender in our childhood, or we just genuinely didnt fuckin know until shit lined up later in life. weird isnt it that transmascs dont pop out as 6'1 brick shithouse cis men when we're born so yall know for certain that we're confused lost girls/women oops i mean big dangerous scary men. its almost like we're transgender too. none of yall actually know what intersectionality is or means

[bokudara5777]

im a bit too embarrassed to post these on my ig story for some reason, so ill post it here for now;;

[cringefail-clown]

i need this bizzare phenomenon of people who dislike dirkkri yet are still following me studied. did yall somehow miss like 80% of the shit i post or