#it’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to

[heretoobsessstuff]

Just a quick post to thank u all for 100 followers 🥹 it has been a while since i’ve been active in a fandom like mota and i’ve had such a fun beautiful time everyone is so lovely and talented and im super grateful for this little community ❤️

To celebrate here’s a master post of all my writings (which aren’t many lol) just in case anyone wants to check em out!!

What else should I be? (All apologies) ~ Gale’s guilt about leaving John behind manifests as a nightmare and John comforts him

From this moment on I’ll be crying ~ John has a complicated relationship with Gale crying

Walls keep breaking ~ John loses it a bit when he’s away from Gale (part of a series)

WIPs:

Babe can I call? (coming soon!) ~ 5 times John calls Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead

I saw you in a dream (coming soon!) ~ Gale without John

(Will update as we go)

Also pls follow my back up cause i rlly don’t wanna lose the nice ppl i have on here! I post there too :)

[secretwhumplair]

Changing season

1,083 words | No Warrior (sequel to Quiet)

Content | Implied fear of abandonment, mention of death

Notes | Time marches on! Traditions must be followed!

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Winter, as it always did, passed, and Runar was faced with yet another difficult confession.

He knew he wanted to let Yves know on his own terms this time, and it was bound to come out at some point. So one day, when they were taking another walk along the cliffs in the now-shallow snow, the seagulls crying above, he charged forward.

Yves looked peaceful, standing on the cliff and looking out across the waves below. It had been a quiet few months. Things had almost returned to normal — Yves had even returned to seeking comfort in his arms after his nightmares, something that made Runar’s heart stumble.

But now…

»I’m going to sail again this summer. If the weather is good, we will set out next month.«

Yves turned to face him, but remained silent, his face nearly blank, so he pressed on, »The offer stands: if you want to — go back,« he couldn’t call it go home, »we’ll take you. But I don’t think you want that.« He almost regretted the words, but it felt wrong to leave them unsaid — make it sound like it was Yves who had voiced any desire to leave the place he had… made his home?

Runar so hoped that was true. Gods, he didn’t want Yves to leave, even… even just like this.

Yves shook his head; a small smile appeared on his lips, but it was gone in an instant. »You’ll leave? For how long?«

»A few months. We’ll return come fall, when the sea is too dangerous to sail. Probably early September.«

Yves scrutinized him; his sweet, sharp eyes seemed to look right through him. He had come such a long way from the meek little thing who could barely glimpse at him. »You’ll fight, won’t you? You might not come back.«

Runar stayed silent for a moment. But even the children old enough to ask these sorts of questions weren’t told comforting lies — much less was he going to play pretend to an adult man who already knew the answer. »Yes, that’s the nature of it.«

»I want to come with you.« The words came with a sudden fierceness that stunned Runar. »I can help.«

»You…« Runar had tried his best to convince Yves that he was brave, that he could fight, but he also knew he was not ready. He’d barely started training. He wouldn’t be ready by summer. How could he make Yves understand that without confirming his doubts about himself? He was surprised Yves even raised the possibility. He, Runar, hadn’t even considered it, certain that Yves was a long way from feeling strong and confident enough for it — if ever he would.

And truly, he was taken aback that Yves would even want to fight, as if his hesitancy to admit he could might have another reason. Perhaps he had been too comfortable in seeing Yves as just someone to be protected. He shouldn’t have, really — he had proven time and again he was able to fight, and this was just a different kind. That was a part of… but he didn’t allow himself to finish the thought.

Yves was still looking him frankly in the face. »What if you don’t come back? What will I do then?«

Runar shook his head. »You’ll weave. You’ll live here. My family will take care of you, if you struggle. Which,« he couldn’t keep his voice from softening, »I don’t see a reason why you would.«

Yves scrutinized him further, then turned away again. »I don’t want you to…« He left the sentence unfinished.

»I’ll be doing my very best, I swear.« The light-heartedness he tried to infuse in the words was dampened a bit by the serious concern on Yves face. He was worried for Runar. »I’ve been fighting for six summers. Most I got were a few scratches, if that helps.«

Yves thoughtfully shook his head, then looked at Runar again. »You’d take me back?«

»If you want to.«

This time, the head shake was more decisive. »I don’t know what for,« Yves whispered, the waves below almost drowning out his voice.

»But you want to come?« Runar asked quietly.

A soundless sigh let Yves’ chest collapse. »No, I suppose not.«

But he looked up at Runar again with bright, expectant eyes, so Runar explained, »You might, one day. But you’ve only just started practicing your fighting skills.«

Yves snorted and turned away. »No, it’s fine. I know I could never fight with you. I don’t know why you keep saying that.«

Which Runar felt was an unfair assessment. They hadn’t talked about it in months; they’d just continued Yves’ practice — even in the awkward days after Runar’s stupid confession, when it almost became a comfort for both of them, a ritual of interaction where truly nothing had changed. Yves’ condition continued to improve, strength and speed recovering with the regular workout; it was true he would never be as strong as most of the warriors, but he was a quick little thing.

But they hadn’t talked about any of it.

»It’s… it’s up to you.«

»No, it’s not.«

»At any rate, training has been doing you good. If you want, you can join the others in their classes, you’re more than ready for that. Most of them are a little younger than you, but…« Runar shrugged. It would be obvious to anyone why Yves was with the beginners; nothing weird about it.

Yves threw him a glance. After a moment’s consideration, he quietly answered, »Yes. I suppose I would like that.«

»Good. I’ll talk to Agnarr, he trains the-«, he almost said »whelps,« like they always did, »-the beginners.«

»Hm.« Yves was looking out over the sea again, almost as if searching for a ship on the horizon.

Which maybe he would be doing.

»I’ll be glad to come back to you. And to know that you’re safe,« Runar said quietly. »But they need a healer.«

Yves nodded without looking at him. »Yes, they need a healer.«

»I’ll… if you will, I’ll tell you how to take care of the garden over the summer. So far my family has been doing it, but now that you’re here…«

»I’ll do it.« The answer was as quick as Runar expected — Yves always wanting to make himself useful.

»Thank you.«

Yves turned around again, pinning him with a look. »I want you to come back.«

Runar couldn’t promise it, he couldn’t; but he managed a smile. »I’m looking forward to it.«

[therhythmoftherain]

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[bestiesenpai]

I’ve been playing stardew valley again recently(for the hundredth time) and how cute would it be as a jjk au(with a few tweaks)

Like cute little farmer reader from the big city trying to adjust to this new lifestyle and make friends with the townsfolk

I feel like Nanami would be Harvey, a hot shot doctor born and raised in Pelican Town who left to make a name for himself at a prestigious hospital but burnt out so bad he found himself back in town, setting up a clinic and treating the mysterious wounds you get after being in the mines.

Itadori is the saloon owner, Gus. Inherited it from his grandpa and definitely makes him proud. He makes the best food ever and is always eager to share a recipe with you and trade ingredients for food.

And Megumi is 100% Sebastian lol like who else would fit? They were made for each other. I just know he’d use his computer to comb through your social media presence, determined to find out everything about you without ever speaking to you.

Choso…I like the idea of him being Marlon lol something about him toting around a sword with a tattered cape around him as he warns you about danger lurking in every corner- it just has a bit of jenni say quah. And I can imagine every time you go to the mines he’s watching to make sure you come out okay.

Getou is the wizard cause before he is a human he is a hater! He doesn’t hate the townsfolk per say but definitely is ✨better✨ than them. Asks you to go on crazy missions for him because although he could do it himself he enjoys watching you scurry about.

Nobara is Abigail because she’s not shallow enough to be Haley(I love haley so much tho). Dreams of getting out of the town and seeing the world, 100% asks you for help coloring her roots

I kinda struggled to narrow down a character for Gojo, but I like the idea of him being Sam; messing around on his electric guitar and working an easy job at Joja Mart, periodically wandering over to the farm to pet your animals and ask you random questions

Mahito is Krobus, send tweet.

[euelios]

there are very specific people in my irl life who can say the most innocuous things on earth and still make me steaming mad

[yourheartinyourmouth]

any time a medical professional asks if i’m having suicidal ideation i have to lie, because i literally can’t afford to be trapped in the psych ward for 3 days :)

i don’t have savings, who is gonna pay the rent?? the cops who arrest me for being suicidal? the psych ward ppl????

[wizardofarles]

one thing about canon Laurent I really admire and even envy is how constant he is. once Damen earned his trust he never took it back. what was it Damen said, something like, “when his walls went back up it was with Damen inside them”. for someone who went through what Laurent went through he’s shockingly stable in relationships

[seventh-district]

OCD will literally remove your brain's ability to register when a task is Complete and then create 10,000 incredibly ridiculous and extremely specific rules for you to follow in every single aspect of your life (to keep you safe, of course, it tells you.) and then tells you that if you don’t do them Correctly and Completely every single time it tells you to (it tells you countless times per day) then the Entire Fucking World Will End and then it’ll do this fucked up thing where it makes you believe that nonsense.

and then people that don’t have it will make silly little jokes about being soooooo OCD and make t-shirts with fun little acronyms on them like Obsessive Coffee Disorder and tell you how much they like it when things are organized and clean, too!!

and then you’re supposed to just. laugh. like you haven’t been robbed of your entire being and potential and been taken over by a mind and life altering disability

[gregmarriage]

i’m back temporarily, bc it’s my birthday in an hour and a half, and i’m having a mini breakdown, hehe x

[godblooded]

if i leave with gloria in my pocket tomorrow well i won’t be surprised.

[thomine]

TELL ME 5 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF!

(Let's try and pass this thing on) And after you finish, tag five different people just to tell them how much you appreciate them for being with you on this platform! <3

thank you @sarcasticqueerblob for the tag! decided to make my own post because the original post is long & my contributions will make it worse, HAHA.

i tag @paimonial-rage @mimi-cee-genshin @andromeda-nova-writing @pen-observing @dustofthedailylife (just nice. i only know 5 people on his hellsite AHDJSJDJSJKD. no pressure btw)

i can only write chronologically. by that i mean in the order the fic will be read. i've tried writing the middle or end before the beginning, but it didn’t click with me.

most of my works were written while i’m travelling. i love being alone for long train/bus rides because it’s the perfect pause to retreat to my inner world.

i started reading fanfics on wattpad in 2013. i don’t remember how i found reader inserts, but it’s wattpad. so… :P

i draw! it’s not great, but it’s something. now i just got to dip my toes into music production (e.g. lo-fi, instrumentals) and then i can take the first step to be the triple threat younger me always wanted to be for storytelling.

i started a tumblr in… early 2010s? unfortunately, i deactivated that account, which would have been an amazing time capsule. i wasn’t thinking much when i let it go.

[thresholdbb]

Doing speed character sketches and pretending I’m not home

[rosicheeks]

🥰

[blackmoldmp3]

truly the past couple of days have been Oh Yeah You Had Covid moments for me

[yourheartinyourmouth]

christ. I just need some time to get money together, but I never, ever can. I need just a straight year of not having to pay rent and utilities.

I’m breaking down. I can’t do this anymore. We can’t ever move forward because we’re just so fucking strapped for money, because every breaks all the fucking time and there’s always some new crisis that all of our money has to get thrown at.

How am I supposed to get my car fixed when I have no savings and literally don’t make enough money to HAVE savings?!?

After we pay *just our bills* we have about 500 dollars left at the end of the month, and inevitably, it gets eaten up because something breaks (usually one of the cars, again, because we drive 15 year old beaters, because why? We can’t afford anything newer! So we spend just as much money over time on repairs as we would have on a newer car! That we couldn’t buy in the first place, because we can’t put together a lump sum of money and neither of us has enough credit to get anything! And my parents told me long ago, unprompted, that they would never co-sign on anything for anyone. Thanks mom and dad! I wish you a very get fucked!) or my darling spouse (who I only sometimes want to murder) has forgotten something important AGAIN and now we owe someone like $700.

I am so fucking envious of everyone who didn’t get kicked out at 18 and was able to mooch off their parents until they had a real job that paid them real money and they were able to move out with plenty of money in the bank and a solid stable foundation. neither my spouse nor I had that option. and even now, it’s not like my parents would ever let us move in with them. my spouse’s father disowned him for not being a hateful bigoted conservative MAGA moron and his mother is an unstable, emotionally manipulative burnt out old hippie with severe untreated Bipolar I who is in her 60s and lives in a van and is constantly on the edge of suicide and homelessness.

I just need a hand. i just need help.

also. after months of the building being empty, we have neighbors again. and they brought a kid. fucking kill me.

[whoopseydaisy]

holding wanderhome and ghost quartet in my hands like barbies and smooshing their faces together so they’re making out sloppy style