#june positivity anons

[lookedlikethebins]

doing all three jobs today BUT still trying to finish a wip that I’ve had since before my june trip

[genderkoolaid]

yeah, but you do mean 'loveless' like 'romanceless' right? Just cause you're not interested in a romantic partnership, and you're never attracted to anyone romantically, that doesn't mean you can't love your family and your friends. Am I understanding wrong? I feel like it's a widely accepted concept that 'love' isn't just romantic, it's about caring about someone, no matter if they're your family or platonic friend or your pet.

No, "loveless" means love-less. Another anon also asked me to explain as well so:

"Lovelessness" in the aro context comes from the essay I Am Not Voldemort by K.A Cook. The essay confronts normative ideas on love, its inherent positivity and what it means to not love. From the introduction, which brings up the question of non-romantic love:

This June, I saw an increasing number of positivity and support posts for the aromantic and a-spec communities discussing the amatonormativity of “everyone falls in love”. I agree: the idea that romantic love is something everyone experiences, and is therefore a marker of human worth, needs deconstruction. Unfortunately, a majority of these posts are replacing the shackles of amatonormativity with restrictive lines like “everyone loves, just not always romantically”, referencing the importance of loving friends, QPPs, family members and pets. Sometimes it moves away from people to encompass love for hobbies, experiences, occupations and ourselves. The what and how tends to vary from post to post, but the idea that we do and must love someone or something, and this love redeems us as human and renders us undeserving of hatred, is being pushed to the point where I don’t feel safe or welcome in my own aromantic community. Even in the posts meant to be challenging the more obvious amatonormativity, it is presumed that aros must, in some way, love. I’ve spent weeks watching my a-spec and aro communities throw neurodiverse and survivor aros under the bus in order to do what the aromantic community oft accuses alloromantic aces of doing: using their ability to love as a defence of their humanity. Because I love, they say, I also don’t deserve to be a target of hatred, aggression and abuse. But what if I don’t love? What if love itself has been the mechanism of the hatred and violence I have endured? Why am I, an aro, neurodiverse survivor of abuse and bullying, still acceptable collateral damage?

The author criticizes the idea of "true love" that is incapable of harm. Ze questions why we construct love in that way, and how it ignores and simplifies the experiences of victims of abuse ("It’s comforting to think that a love that wounds isn’t real love, but it denies the complexity of experience and feeling had by survivors. It denies the complexity of experience and feeling that makes it harder for us to identify abuse and escape its claws. It denies the validity of survivors who look at love and feel an honest doubt about its worth, as a word or a concept, in our own interactions and experiences.") Ze talks about being forced to say "I love you" to transphobic, abusive parents whose feelings of love was the justification for their abuse.

The core of what "loveless" as an concept is about is summed up in this quote:

There is no substantial difference between saying “I’m human because I fall in love”, “I’m human because I love my friends” and “I’m human because I love calligraphy”. All three statements make human worth contingent on certain behaviours, feelings and experiences. Expanding the definition of what kinds of love make us human does nothing but save some aros from abuse and antagonism … while telling survivor and neurodiverse aros, who are more likely to have complex relationships to love as a concept or are unable to perform it in ways recognised by others, that we’re still not worthy.

Lovelessness is against any kind of statement which quantifies humanity (and implicitly, human worth) in the ability to feel or act or experience certain things. Humans are human by virtue of being human, and nothing else. And, it is socially constructed! "Love" has no natural definition! Some people are not comfortable using "love" to describe positive feelings and relationships, and some people do not feel those positive feelings in general. And those people deserve the right to define their own experiences and their own relationship to the social construct of love.

In essence, lovelessness is both a personal as well as (in my opinion) a political identity, born from aro and mad experiences that challenges not just amatonormativity but all ideas that associate personhood and worth with the ability to feel certain things.

& as a note, there is also the term "lovequeer" which describes using the term "love" in ways which contradict mainstream understandings of what it means to love, and which kinds of love are considered worthwhile.

[russo-woso]

New version || Leah Williamson

Warning smut 18+, cunnilingus, semi (public bathroom), fingering

A special thanks to this anon here. The whole fic is inspiration from this so thank you :)

Summary Leah changes her positions but her attitude stays the same

The day had been incredible to say the least.

During the months of either June or July, Wimbledon was always the main talk when it came to sport, apart from if a major football competition was on, so when you and Leah got asked to attend for the second time in a row, you couldn’t say no.

Although both you and Leah were footballers, you were massive fans of sports in general, and tennis was one of them.

This year though, Leah decided she not only wanted to be the best person there (Leah completely denying your thought) but she also wanted to be the best dressed there.

The weekend before Wimbledon, she’d gone out and bought a new suit, which had your mouth on the floor once she’d shown it to you.

The morning of the tennis match, she’d walked downstairs with the suit on and her hair done perfectly.

You couldn’t help but just press your lips on hers.

“You look incredible, Le.” You told her, catching your breath from the kiss.

“So do you, darling. Look at you.” Leah complimented, wrapping her arms round your waist, pecking your lips again.

You both sat down for breakfast, as you made conversation with other another.

“Let’s run through the day again. Leave the house at ten, get there at eleven and then we’ve got time for interviews.” Leah explains and you hum in agreement, your mind on other things.

Them other things being Leah and her suit.

—

You’d had an amazing time watching the game, and to add the cherry on top, Leah surprised you for dinner by taking you to your favourite restaurant.

Dinner seemed to o quickly, you and Leah laughing and talking together as the rest of the world went by, the two of you in your own bubble, not caring about anything else.

Well, you cared about one other thing.

That bloody suit that you couldn’t get your mind off.

It was just obsessive, you really couldn’t think of anything else.

You think you watched more of Leah in the suit than the game, but who could blame you?

It wasn’t just the suit in your mind, it was also the suit on the floor, the pristine suit crumpled on the floor as you ate leah out.

Normally it was the other way round, Leah on top of you, but after the dinner tonight, you wanted a way to thank her.

All these thoughts clouded your mind as Leah tried to continue the conversation.

The only thing that snapped you out of it was the sound of clicking.

You snapped back into it to see Leah smiling widely, finding the whole situation funny.

“Not thinking of me, were you?” Leah teased, and a red blush appeared on your face. “You were weren’t you? You naughty girl.”

You buried your head in your hands as your face reddened with embarrassment.

“Fancy showing me what you were thinking about, pretty girl?” Leah smirked, holding your hand and guiding you to the bathroom. “What was it?”

“Eating you out. Swallowing your cum.” You tell her and she groaned in response.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” Leah wiped her thumb over your lips, before pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

Leah pulled away from the kiss, her hands finding her belt.

You sunk to your knees, a tingling sense of excitement running down your spine.

Looking up to her, doe eyed, she guided your mouth to her clit.

You took her clit in your mouth, gently sucking as she pulled your hair.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job for me.” Leah said, her words encouraging you to suck harder.

Leah groaned as your fingers came up and stroked her inner thigh.

“Fuck me with your fingers, pretty girl. You know you want to.”

You sunk your middle finger in her soaking core as your tongue continued to lap at her clit.

“Being such a good girl for me.” Leah groaned, her hand finding your hair, pushing you further into her pussy. “Harder, love.”

You put more pressure on her clit which earned a low groan.

Just as you felt Leah’s walls begin to tighten, she grabbed ahold of your hand, thrusting your fingers in and out of herself.

With a grunt of your name, she came all over your fingers and face, you instinctively swallowing her juices.

“Such a good girl.” Leah complimented, helping you stand up before pulling you in for a kiss.

“Maybe we should switch more often.”

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚? ♡︎

anon asked: (I don't even play genshin Imfao help)

1 am a enjoyer of many of the hot men in genshin but just, imagins pantalone slowly losing himself to my the readers dominance just- AGH I can't even at the thought of him suddenly being pinned up against the wall, gently being suffocated while he just plays along with it

Please I'm begging you, I need sub!pantalone who is used to dominating (but gladly takes the role of submissive with a smile

characters: sub!pantalone x nb!dom!reader

warnings: choking, degrading, dry humping, finger sucking (is that even smt that needs warnings??), thigh riding, begging, not entirely smut like my other filths but is incredibly suggestive, reader is a harbinger!!

notes: i literally accidentally posted the small draft of this req yesterday and panicked lol. june don’t you dare snitch on me

the 9th of the fatui harbingers, regrator and the 10th of the fatui harbingers, bloodhound are both terrifying individuals. one is powerful due to his public fame and recognition alongside the pure mountain of mora he has on his name while the other is a monster on the battlefield and in tracking down people.

yes, both are influential and overpowering in their own ways. sadly they just can’t seem to get along.

the fatui harbingers at least respect each other and hold decent conversations among themselves no matter the ranks, position or how they wish to do their work. that however, does not seem to be the same for the 9th and 10th.

if a room has both the regrator and bloodhound inside then soon enough, a verbal battle is bound to happen. sly remarks, amused hums and harsh threats cutting through the air like a knife through butter.

and that’s what led to this current circumstances - with the 9th crumbling away slowly like a common brothel whore, humping his arousal on the 10th’s thighs with barely contained moans. the bloodhound’s scarred hand wrapped tightly around his throat, holding him in place against the cold palace walls as he drools. glasses and the coat of the harbingers long discarded on the floor as pantalone whimpers pathetically like a cornered prey, grinding himself harsher down on the other harbinger’s thigh between his legs.

“hyaaghh.. [n-name]! please… please touch me~ please please plea-ammfgh!♡︎” the banker choked on your fingers, shoved down his mouth. thin line of saliva already slipping down his lips, drooling more and more like a harlot as he desperately humped his hard cock against your thigh.

rutting himself as much as he can with your hand tightening around his neck, bigger fingers playing with his tongue, pulling and lightly tugging on the wet muscle whenever the banker chokes on your fingers. purple eyes rolling to the back of his skill as he panted, hot breath fanning against the wet fingers of your lips as he whined and whimpered, getting more desperate as time passes.

“whore. you like it when i do this to you huh? who would’ve thought the high and mighty 9th harbinger would be such a slut for a little bit of grinding” pulling the leg he was rutting himself on away, you tightened your hands more around his neck causing him to let out a breathy moan. gloved hands prying at the limb blocking his airway with a keen. the man was getting desperate you could tell - by the small wet patch forming on his pants, the stuttering of his hips as he tries to chase after your thighs, eyes hazy with tears starting to well in them.

“silly little slut. can’t even think straight hmm?” forcefully pushing away one of his legs with your other hand, you placed your knee against his hard on. rubbing and circling around his cock painfully slow, putting very light pressure on the arousal before pretty pulling back away again. perhaps getting back at the banker like this for all the stressed nights and destroyed dummies you let out your anger on was a far better replacement.

pantalone let out more choked whimpers, bucking his hips wildly to gain more pressure to his cock, keening with eyes rolled to the back of his skull when you decide to show some mercy. legs starting to shake wildly, barely able to hold himself up as he felt your knees press more and more before he opened his mouth, jaw going slack in a silent scream as he spasmed and twitched, sandwiched between the wall and your body looming over him.

wait, did he just? - looking down at his crotch you saw the old wet patch growing bigger even wetting your pants’ knees. with an uncharacteristically timid look, heavy blush coating his cheeks pantalone reached out - holding your hand around his throat with a small whimper causing your lips to twitch up in a grin.

“more… please?”

[herejusttosufferalong]

I've been thinking about the anon who was talking about how L is potentially now finally finding the time to process everything that has happened the last few years - even going back to J breakup (re the grest unliking spree).

If it's true that it was filming that meant they couldn't spend time together, and that contributed to their break up - it did so fairly quickly? Filming started approx July 2022 and they were broken up by, what, Oct/Nov? (With the announcement following in March) Seems like there was probably other contributing factors there...

But if it *was* the main thing behind their breakup, it means season 3 cost him his most significant romantic relationship to date, and he may well be reflecting on that now, too.

The show has had an enormous impact on his life, both positive and negative. He's sensitive, so all the brouhaha/speculation/invasiveness since Part 2 dropped will have taken a toll, I'm sure.

Basically, I hope he's alright and leaning on positive influences as he navigates it (JB/NC ideally).

This could purely be my delulu talking but I find it interesting that the likes were removed all the way back to June '21

Just a couple months after L and N found out they were going to be S3 leads...

Again could be my delulu but I think we have a starting point of when someone started to check out

or of something more....

[irishmammonagenda]

Hii!! 🧚‍♀️It's Wee Emo anon 🍾

Really liked your last work, so here i am again

Can i request brothers reaction on MC who cry over small things?

Like they see little kitten on the street and - WHOOP! - they're bubbling sobbing mess

I'm kinda can't cry (sounds dramatic lol) and wanna MC to feel it instead of me 😬

Love your works, keep going bestie💐🏃‍♂️

HI WEE EMO <3 please ignore the fact you sent me this on april 27th and its now june i had gcses to prepare for 😔✊

anyway, who let you into my house 😧🤨

no seriously i've cried at multiple south park episodes. south park. sometimes i wanna cry when i see my dog i cannot be trusted i tear up so easily especially when im writing🙁

for not being able to cry that is not very good for you fr:

i used to not be able to cry + still only really tear up, some tears drip down and let out like 2 sobbing sounds before im good again, i dont even have to try and stop crying, two sobs and im done, but my biggest tip is, get tired like really sleepy to the point where your eyes water bc of tiredness then watch something really sad.

i ha to literally train myself to be able to cry again bro dw, i wish i could have a big long cry but like 3 mins of crying is better than none, trust me wee emo you'll feel better

#dontbottleupyouremotions

ANYWAY:

this was very hard to imagine their reactions to idk why, but i tried so 😔✊

grma wee emo for requesting <3 and grma everyone else for reading <3

Obey Me Brothers With a Sensitive MC <3

It was safe to say you were sensitive, back when Melanie Martinez's music was a lot better, you really could say that the song 'Crybaby' pretty much encapsulated your entire being, it still did, but you liked to think you were more mature in your music taste now. (You weren't)

Being suddenly catapulted into the Devildom did a number on your emotions, and you found yourself quite numb. But as you adjusted, and bonded with the others, you found that you were back to your usual self, which was a crybaby.

So then how do the brothers react?

LUCIFER

Great. Two Mammons.

At least Mammon No.2 (you) isnt a tsundere about it.

Lucifer does not like seeing you cry. Even if its because something is cute, (although he does find it quite adorable, not that he'd admit it)

This demon is of the opinion that tears should never disgrace your beautiful eyes.

He will invite you to listen to his records with him and purposely put on sad ones or really sweet ones so you grip onto him while you tear up,

He is a demon, after all. ;)

MAMMON

Finally. Someone who cries more than him!

It actually makes him feel safer around you, like you wont bully him for being more sensitive than his brothers.

Actually ends up dropping a lot of his tsundere act around you.

You watch movies together, but always have to check the Devildom version of 'doesthedogdie.com'

Idk, I feel like Mammon would give you a bit of bother for it at first but then slowly start to like, open up more, because he really does see himself in you like that.

LEVIATHAN

He blanks.

One day you start crying because of how cute the anime you both were watching was, Levi thought you were geniunely upset, so he tried to cheer you up.

You end up thinking that its really sweet and start crying harder.

Leviathan PANICKS.

Even now, he still gets really nervous when you start crying, and has popped into his demon form more times than he can count when you grab onto him and sniffle.

Please he's already so awkward he can't handle how cute you are.

You might make him start crying as well :(

SATAN

Satan 100% gets so angry he starts crying so he can kind of understand it.

He's just glad you cry over positive things :)

His favourite moment was definetly when you teared up over a small kitten. (He took several photos and also took the kitten home)

Like Lucifer he 100% invites you to read with him and picks the fluffiest most adorable romance he can find, or the saddest most heartbreaking romance he can find.

He likes when you cling onto him and look up at him with those big teary eyes.

He's a demon. What did you expect, ;)

ASMODEUS

He thinks you're adorable.

Any emotion on your face is adorable to him actually. <3

If you wear makeup he makes sure to get you waterproof mascara and other eye makeup so your beautiful tears dont ruin your beautiful makeup <3

If any of you remember that crying girl makeup trend? Yeah he deffo starts that up in the Devildom (a) to make you feel less embarrassed about it and (b) because he thinks youre so beautiful when you express yourself.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't cry a lot, it's not exactly something that comes naturally to him at all.

Its not that he CANT cry or that he holds his tears back, its just that he doesn't normally process or reaction to things with tears.

Only in serious serious situations will he cry.

So when he sees you crying over one of those little onigiri things that are literally adorable, he thinks that you've somehow hurt yourself. (i nabbed this off of pinterest)

Beel panics, and mentally goes over the ingredients in his head, did he order something with an ingredient that was dangerous to humans?

He calms down when he realises that you're crying because it looks cute.

He feels you with that.

Makes an effort to take you to more places with food items displayed in cute ways.

Though you do have to look away while Beel cuts them up for you, otherwise you wouldnt be able to eat it.

BELPHEGOR

He laughs at you.

Point blank.

Originally when he's in the attic he uses your sensitivity as a way to manipulate you.

But post lesson 16, he really starts to appreciate it more.

This bastard will use his powers as the youngest sibling against you, he'll dress up in cute onesies and give you puppy eyes, all to coax you into taking naps with him.

Which you do.

I have no idea how half of these fuckheads would react tbh

[etclouie]

morning kisses and cuddles

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finally having your boyfriend back home left only one thing, lazy morning kisses and cuddles. (Steve Murphy x !fem reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, written with summer in mind(like mid june), just cuddles and kisses really, they have a ginger cat (it’s mentioned twice), lmk if i missed any!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 812

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: anon request from my masterlist account, so hope anon finds this🙏

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 miscellaneous masterlist | main masterlist

the sun was casting a golden haze through the thin curtains that adorned your shared bedroom, his head in the crook of your neck while he cuddled into your left side. 

the summer heat had you both blanket-less and in less clothes than you’d usually sleep in, despite the heat, Steve clung to you. 

you’d woke up a couple minutes ago, simply just admiring him as he cuddled into you, his left arm thrown across your stomach and his leg hooked over the top of your own. 

fingers brushing softly through his hair, his blond locks curling at the tips and the length framing his face. 

mornings like this felt perfect. 

the man you love curled into your side, happily asleep in your arms with zero care in the world. 

a soft breeze swept through the room from an ajar window, one you faintly remember Steve getting up during the night to open. 

you’d woke to the empty space next to you, blankets kicked to the bottom of the bed and the silhouette of your boyfriend by the window highlighted by the moonlight. a soft call of his name had him turning towards you and climbing back into bed, curling into your side and into your current position. 

nails scratched softly across his scalp, listening to him purr in response to your touch- even in his sleep, he revelled in your touch.

the soft sound of your cats feet padding into the room and up onto the bed, nestling on top of you. rubbing his head against Steve’s arm and purring at the feeling between his ears. 

watching in awe at your little family, nestled into you. leaning your head down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead, fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes as he started to stir. 

his grip around you tightening, his eyes remaining closed while he let out a huff, his voice gruff and laced with sleep. 

“hi sweetheart”

he mumbled out before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, the bed jostling as he turned further into your side, causing your cat to up and wander off - Steve now laying fully on top of you. 

arms loosely bracketing your head while his head buried itself further into your neck, placing a kiss to his forehead, fingers in his hair to carefully lift his head to catch his gaze, tired eyes looking up at you. 

“hey you”

the sight of him tired and clinging to you was one you had grown used to, from late nights of Steve working with Javier and never being home at a decent hour, having your boyfriend home and in bed with you was all you wanted and needed. 

“sleep well?”

you’d asked softly, earning a tired and amused huff from him. watching as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, before resting his chin on your test, tired eyes looking up at you and a dopey grin plastered across his face. 

“mhm, better with you”

watching as he slowly sat up, sitting against the beds headboard while his hands reached for your hips to pull you into him. sitting you in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, that same dopey smile still plastered across his face. 

humming as you leaned in to kiss him, soft at first before he tried deepening it. his grip on your hips tightening slightly, while his tongue swiped along your bottom lip in silent request. 

pulling back to murmur against his lips, a grunt of disapproval leaving him as your words sunk in. 

“what’s got you so touchy this morning?”

a soft chuckle pushing past his head while it lulled back, hands stilling on your hips as his thumbs continued to draw shapes onto them. 

his eyes searching yours before they shut in bliss, his whole world sat in his lap. 

soft paws padding back into the bedroom before the bed dipped next to you both, hearing Steve scoff as the cat nestled in against his side. 

“damn cat”

resting your head against his left shoulder, head tilted towards your cat, allowing your hand to scratch between his ears while Steve’s left hand soothed across your back. lips pressing a kiss to your forehead before he was mumbling out again, words softer than his previous comment. 

“just happy i’m home with you, had a dream that we got to spend the day together then i woke up in your arms and it just clarified everything for me. you’re where i want to be. you’re my home”

mind going blank at his words, your face giving away your lack there of words because he was leaning in to kiss you again. his hands cradling your face, lips leaving yours after a minute before he spoke again. 

“i know, sweetheart. i love you, and i know you love me too”

requests are open here !

[lxvvie]

NOOOOO HOW CAN YOU PUT THE GIRL DAD!SIMON IDEA IN MY HEAD LIKE THAT :,,((( THE CRY I CRODE

excuse my word vomit but if i may......

eldest girl is a worrywart and openly affectionate but has the tendency to be a scaredy-cat sometimes (she still has to conquer her nerves with the family dog, the retired military K9) while the youngest girl is a spitfire and plays rough (even with the dog, bless it), big emotions in a small girl and Junie for Junior???? You. Have. Gutted. Me...

also, they are very eloquent and articulate in communication and can effectively carry conversations at the young age of 4 and 3 because the parents (mostly, if not all the time simon) talk to them like they're 30 year-olds. they can say stuff "Saskatchewan" and "irrevocably" without breaking a sweat. the eldest catches papa's accent from time to time while Junie speaks without/has mum's.

there was one time papa simon came home with some new booboos: one on his shoulder (just right above the tattoo of his girls' names) and on his jaw (from shrapnels, let's say). eldest girl was playing up the doctor role, citing some random stuff from her little book and putting pink bandaids on it while junie was, well, scared of papa being all hurt. i imagine simon had to have a one on one with her before bed time, just him and her on the bedroom floor whilst the missus is explaining the sitch to their eldest in the master bathroom. all is a resolved with a big hug and a "y'know that papa's a big toughie, don't you june?"

("yes..." junie would reply, still catching her breath from all her crying earlier. "but none of this next time.")

when all is well and the rowdiness of the riley household has died down for the day, the missus can reward the big papa with some sweet lovin'

(the additional scar on his jaw is getting to her pussy :((( its making him all the more rugged under that blond stubble... perhaps baby no. 3 is in the making)

Anon, this is beautiful.

Doc and Junie have a tendency to call their peers knobheads when they get irritated and the missus bans Simon from using that word around them. It is ineffective.

Also, baby number 3 is conceived that very night that Simon gets back, and while he's away on assignment sometime later, his girls tell him that mum's been a little under the weather and kinda cranky when he does his daily check-in.

"She said the word today, papa!"

"...Oh? What word, June?" and she'll whisper, "Knobhead," all conspiratorial and shit 'cause who knows if Mum's around listening lmao.

He and the Missus talk later on and she rants about that one knobhead at the store and how the produce section really smelled something fierce today and then she stops mid-sentence like... "Oh... oh, bloody hell."

M'hm. 👀

Sometime later Simon gets a picture of multiple positive pregnancy tests and a text that reads, "This is all your fault. 🙃"

He'll happily take the blame for it. Junie and Doc have been asking for a little brother for some time now.

[sgiandubh]

On leadership

This is a personal comment on @luhafraser's last post, where she wrote, in plain English:

'But I can't help but notice that since I joined this fandom, what we have in all the groups in this fandom are "leaders", they come and go, new ones appear, or reinvent themselves. There are people that stand out and lead others to follow their ideas and statements. It is these people that receive information, have sources, receive pics, and are fed by "anonymous" (Sorry, but a lot of things that have already appeared could only have come from someone "inside"). I know we are all adults, but there are those who know how to influence or who are led to be influencers, there are those who understand that and there are those who don't.'

Dear @luhafraser,

You wrote a couple of things with great confidence, as you usually do, and I feel I have to say something,

I have invited you already to name names, not allude to persons in your posts, as you so transparently seem to be doing right now. So yes, I felt looked upon and judged. By you (and not only you). Since Day 1. You thought I was never going to respond, well - you were wrong. The day has come and the day is now.

Dear @luhafraser, while I do immensely appreciate your real qualities (intelligence, humor, sleuthing, etc.), I am less a fan of this kind of little games, both in public and behind the scenes. My sudden apparition seems to have bothered you, with Anons asking you (June 20, 2023) if I was really a new person joining in and you denying it without taking the time to talk to me:

This is simply not done, my dear. I have openly and transparently engaged with people since Day 1 and never lied about my own circumstances. Your answer started a flurry of speculation that kept people interested all summer long and forced me to dox myself. So kindly prove me and all the others I am not a newbie (something completely impossible to do), do it in public and own the things you post in here.

I am not a leader of anything, @luhafraser , and I have no wish to be regarded as such. Ever. I have learned, in 20 years of my high-level public service career, that being the boss corrupts and exposes. But yes, I did want to be a disruptively positive voice in what I felt to be an intimidated community. I wanted to bring more clarity and all those research skills to all of you. I wanted honesty. And I, above anything else, wanted to help. And I am sorry that people agreeing or liking what I post seems to bother you. It is not something I can help you with. It is what it is. There is a place for all our voices to be heard in here. Every single one of them.

I have no inside information on SC and never did. I have not betrayed anything that was shared with me in DMs and only posted things when adamantly asked to do so, after careful vetting and only from people I knew. However I am a hell of a bloodhound when I am set to find something and I am rather good at what I do, also in real life. I also know when to stop and will never share things that would be legally questionable. It would expose us and it is a risk simply not worth taking.

I am not here for clicks and likes. My block list is three or four times bigger than my dash. I do not care for fame, but I do care for a couple of trusted people that became real friends. It is for them and for them only that I am not giving you satisfaction and quit.

I keep my promises. I will not go anywhere. If you do not like what I write, please unfollow and block immediately - this goes for anyone that feels bothered about me being here, in any way. I have no wish to start a war with any of you - that would make Mordor glee with joy for months. But please do me and yourself a favor: if in doubt, go now. I cannot stand duplicity, never could.

I hope that sets the record straight. Believe it or not, I have no hostility towards you. Not a single ounce.

I am not expecting an answer.

[Later edit;] I am glad I doxed myself. Very glad. But that is another story.

[strawbubbysugar]

HELLO I AM THE ANON WHO ASKED ABOUT THE FISHIE DRAWING AND HOT DAMN DID YOU DELIVER OH MY GODDDDDD ❤️❤️❤️ THEY LOOK SO GOOD AND THE POSE AND THE LIGHTING AAAAAHHHHH

Oh to have my cheeks squished in the claws of Goodbye, that’s the dream baby lmao what I wouldn’t give to be in June’s position there 😭

[nhasablogg]

Alex's list

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Summary: Alex has put Henry's ticklishness on a list of things he likes about him. Henry denies being ticklish at all, which is stupid really when it's so easy to prove.

A/N: Partly based on all the headcanons me and an anon threw at each other a couple of days ago! But specifically this.

Words: 1.1k

Alex liked lists, so it was natural for him to make a list of all the things he adored about Henry.

1. He was kind. Like, sometimes Alex wanted to cry from how kindly he treated a world which had never done the same to him.

2. The noise he made when Alex kissed just beneath his ear.

3. He was funny. It nearly made Alex competitive.

4. His smile. God, that smile.

5. He was ticklish. Like ridiculously so.

“I am not.” 

Alex paused in his recital of the list, sans his sappy comments of course. “Don’t lie. I’ve seen the way you flinch whenever I touch your sides, thinking I won’t notice and shit.”

Henry’s face was tinted pink - Alex made a mental note to add his blush to the list - and he crossed his arms like he always did when he felt vulnerable, uncomfortable, defensive or embarrassed (Alex had debated putting it on the list, just because of how adorable it could be, but he associated it with truly terrible situations too much to be able to). “That is simply a suspicion and not facts, so it shouldn’t be on the list.”

“Oh, you want me to prove it, do you?”

Henry’s eyes widened, but he remained where he was even as Alex stood. “You do realize I have a sister and therefore don’t find your threats very threatening.”

“And you realize I also have a sister and know exactly how to get someone to admit defeat, right?”

Henry, to his credit, still didn’t move, although Alex noticed how convenient it was that his arms were crossed and shielding most of his torso. His sides were peeking out from beneath his forearms and Alex had his sight set on them, slowly crossing the room and hovering over the Prince like he’d done many times before with entirely different intentions. Henry visibly tensed as Alex planted his feet on either side of his knees, forcing him to lean back against the couch as he leaned closer.

“There’s still time to admit I’m right,” Alex said, hoping he wouldn’t. “I don’t have to destroy you.”

“To think I haven’t noticed the way you recoil whenever I touch your collarbones would be silly.”

Alex’s face flashed hot for a brief moment, but he had the advantage, he had Henry beneath him, his fingers so close to touching flesh, that he refused to be sidetracked. “That’s besides the point.”

“Oh, so you admit it?”

“You know. You talk a lot of shit for someone within tickle distance.”

Henry’s finger suddenly swiped over Alex’s neck, making him jerk back with a yelp. “So are you, my love,” he said with a smirk and yeah okay Alex was blushing for real now.

“That’s it,” he said, trying to regain some sense of composure. “No more mercy for you.”

Henry had uncrossed his arms to tickle him and Alex wasted no time before latching onto his sides, squeezing them once, twice, and Henry was already giggling (something more for the list), head thrown back as he tried and failed to grab at Alex’s hands. He’d imagined what Henry would be like to tickle, thrashing violently like Alex himself usually was when subjected to the evil hands of June and Nora, or curling up helplessly like June when Alex decided to turn the tables. He was positively delighted to find it was the latter, giggles taking up more and more space as he slowly slid down the couch and providing Alex with a delicious sliver of skin.

“Is your belly ticklish too?”

Henry managed to call out a panicked, “No!” before Alex had switched spots, fingers curling over the area and making Henry howl with laughter, much different than June’s quiet pleading, but nowhere near Alex’s yelling.

“Stop it.” He’d gripped onto Alex’s wrist for merely a second, falling into new laughter when Alex freed himself and spidered the hand up toward his ribs instead. It was rather awkward the way they were positioned, with Henry falling off the couch the more seconds passed and Alex hunching over him.

“I should pin you before you fall off,” he said, and Henry positively whined.

Alex laughed and realized promptly there was no way to do that unless he moved Henry up, and so he paused his tickling to grip onto his hips and shove him upward, causing Henry to let out a spluttered sound which was half a panicked laugh and half something entirely else.

Alex grinned at him. “You liked that?”

“Let go of me, you brute.”

Alex placed a hand on his chest. “You wound me, baby. I’m just trying to prove a point here.”

“Okay, okay, your stupid list was right, now let me go.”

“Do you really want me to do that?”

“Y-yes!”

“You don’t sound very certain.” Alex spun Henry around so that he was lying on the couch, making it much too easy for Alex to plop down on top of his hips, straddling him. “I want to try one more spot, okay?” he said, spidering his fingers up Henry’s chest and pausing just beneath his throat. “Actually, you know what?” Henry made a confused sound when Alex leaned down, making an even more confused sound once Alex blew a raspberry into his neck.

“How does that tickle!” he cried, fingers digging into Alex’s shoulders as he tried to push him away. “What are you doing!”

Alex laughed into his skin before blowing another one, relishing in Henry’s indignant sounds. Somehow he made his laughter sound like question marks, which was truly something only he could do. He curled his fingers over Henry’s sides as he blew a third one, just for good measure, and leaned back so that he could see his ridiculously pretty boyfriend turn red from laughter, eyes squinting, smile so perfect.

“Mm, I think I need to add your reaction to raspberries onto the list.”

“I will kill you.”

“However will you do that when tickles can destroy you?” Alex stilled his hands, although he did give his belly one last poke.

“I have ways,” Henry said, pushing his hand away with a poor attempt at glaring at him.

“What will your motive be? He tickled me for a couple of minutes? Because surely you can’t lie.”

“Oh, I will lie.”

Alex leaned down to press his lips to Henry’s forehead. “At least I got you to admit that you’re ticklish.”

“Shut up,” he said, poking at Alex’s shoulder blade and ah, oh no, Alex had forgotten about that spot that Nora had tortured for a whole weekend once. He tried to make his flinching seem intentional, but Henry’s smirk was terrifying once he sat up.

“Alexander,” he tutted. “You seem to have forgotten to mention you have more tickle spots than your collarbones and neck.”

“Careful, your royal highness. I literally still have you pinned.”

“Mm, I don’t think that will stop me.”

And it didn’t, much to Alex’s dismay.

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Adding to this ask from the anon (as an asthma haver), I can imagine Ratchet going into a deep dive into the specific afflictions that the humans have. Possibly researching how others with those afflictions deal with it, and what tactics or things they use to help them.

For example, my mom has severe asthma. When the pandemic happened, and hospitals "discovered" that people breathe better when laying on their side, stomach, or any position where the patient was not on their back, my mom was just like "Everyone with severe breathing problems already knew this." I can imagine once Ratchet learns this information, when Raf is having breathing problems he lays him down on his side. Just my little contribution :3

Ah yes, a lovely contribution. Ratchet coming in clutch when June is out.

[slaaverin]

Morning! Watching Jimin embrace and feel safe/protected/confident to live his truth over the past couple of years; but now seeing his military pics that come from other Soldiers, and his sad (subjective) face, do you think it will take long for him to decompress in June and find his light again? I wonder if this serving time doesn’t take a piece of their souls. SJ seems to be fine from outward appearances, but we may never know internal turmoil. Also (and sheesh this is a huge non sequitur, but I’m here, in the asking place LOL), in the Suchwita episodes, the members expressed how they couldn’t wait to be together in 2025, except RM. He was a bit vague and non-commital. Did you interpret it that way? Thoughts Thanks.

Hey anon,

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

I think it's true that Jimin's face in the pic could be interpreted as sad, but not necessarily. We know Jimin has always been very responsible so he could be "in military mode" and decided to make a more serious face, it doesn't mean he feels sad.

But anyone would feel uncomfortable with constraints such as military. I don't think - any of the members - are really having a good time either.

I think Jimin like everything he does will do his maximum to fulfill his duties. But yeah it doesn't mean he must happy about it lol

The positive thing is that he is now with Jungkook, his anchor, so while he may not be having the time of his life he still has support with him that in my opinion will help him keep his sanity.

I think unlike Jin both Jimin&Jungkook will disappear for a while when they are discharged. Idk how long, but a while.

They need to get back to their lives, to their selves as they want to show it to the world, also to their relationship. It will be a lot.

But I think they both will bounce back, after some time-off when they return.

I can even imagine them doing another are you sure trip, possibly. Not right away, but some time after. I think they loved the first season so far.

As for Namjoon, since a long time, the running "gag" in my GC is "Can someone check on Namjoon?" God this man is not doing well. It started a long time before military.

I think he had a sort of identity crisis, a creativity crisis? You know how much Namjoon thinks A LOT.

I think Namjoon got burned out by BTS.

So maybe before military he really couldn't tell how this would go after they return.

Of course they will all be back together, because they said so, because they WANT TO WANT TO. But the truth is, for how long?

Military can surely change a person. Some of the members will go through it better than others. Maybe some will gain inspiration from it. When you are away from your craft for a long time, you tend to miss it, the spark might come back (that's what I hope for Namjoon)

But truth is they might get back together for a while but then maybe several of them will want to do other stuff, separately or simultaneously. No way to know for now.

I think the opinions they had before about reuniting, could certainly change with military.

They will do it - because they have a duty to us.

But maybe their hearts will want other things too.

(And that's also good?)

I hope people will be here to support their choices even if new.

Ahhh I wish for the best. Fingers crossed.

Thx for sharing your thoughts on this.

I think worry is valid - and should be discussed.

Take care 💜

[ticklishraspberries]

hey i'm the rwrb anon - i just had headcanon alex to have really ticklish knees and had a prompt where maybe when alex and henry have to make public appearances, henry thinks it's his duty to squeeze his knees every time to try and embarrass him?

i'm sorry, i didn't have the energy to write a full-length fic about this, but i hope you enjoy this little drabble xo

Alex winces as his knee bangs into the table, making an audible thump and drawing the eyes of June, Nora, and Pez.

The club is loud and no one seems to notice, but Alex still blushes under Henry's gaze, trying to shoot him a look that implies warning, but it probably comes across more like pleading.

Henry just smirks and takes a sip of his drink, before giving a well-timed laugh at something Pez said. Alex is torn between giving him a punch to the shoulder and kiss on the lips.

Henry's large hand is still positioned on his left knee, and Alex has butterflies in his belly that are unrelated to the alcohol and the lights and the pound of the music — all he can focus on is that hand, fingers ready to squeeze and a laugh already hiding in the back of his throat.

Henry looks so fucking smug, it's infuriating. Alex feels the beginning of pressure on his knee and is already grinning before Henry starts to squeeze it again, and Alex laughs hard enough that it does catch everyone's attention then, and June gets this mischievous glint in her eyes that screams trouble, and then she's telling Henry that the backs of his knees are even worse, and the table is shaking and Nora is cheering for Henry to tickle him more, and Alex isn't even embarrassed because he just feels loved.

He's totally gonna get Henry back later, though.

[starqueensthings]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

First of all, when the heck did my anon function turn on 😆 I genuinely thought I’d had that shit turned off! Apparently not!

Second, I heckin love when these self rec chains go around. There is little more beautiful in this world than watching a creator gush about their work when given the platform to do so… something they’re so proud of… something that brought them so much joy, all they want to do is share it with the people they love.

In true Holly fashion, I am going to be long winded about this, so please accept a read more as to not clutter up your feed.

1. Colder Weather - A 3-part post-stasis/Pirate Kix x fem!reader ficlet that promises to punch you right in the heart. This is probably the most emotional thing I’ve ever written, and while I know it’s not for everyone… boy am I ever proud of it.

2. Dork Love - A 4-part Tech x GN!reader ficlet that was supposed to only be one, but pulled a Miley Cyrus and couldn’t be tamed. It’s a mostly lighthearted little story about hard work, altruism, navigating a sudden and unexpected crush, and how one’s perception is not always reality. Because the fandom is extremely protective about Tech and his characterization in fanon extensions of canon, I’m sure this won’t be for everyone either… but writing something that read ND!Tech x ND!Reader was important to me.

3. The Only Exception - A fem!OC x Captain Howzer Longfic. I started writing it what feels like a lifetime ago, and I swore to my distant ancestors that it would never see anyone’s eyes but my own… That plan changed when I met some very supportive, OC-loving friends that encouraged me to share it with the world, and I’ve since been slowly tweaking it chapter by chapter to ensure my passive verbs and run-on sentences are brought to a level that’s readable for others hahaha it’s a very slow work in progress, but it’s the most throughout, detailed work I’ve ever funnelled energy into, and I’ll forever cherish June and her experiences learning and growing. (Not a self insert, though I wish it was. June is more bad ass than I could ever hope to be, though she has no clue.)

**snippets below the cut**

1. Colder Weather - Part One

Those optimistic moments often saw you rambling, thoughts slipping easily from mind to mouth in a desperate attempt to keep him connected to you; resolute in keeping him both physically and mentally present; urgently trying to protect him from the monster on his shoulders long enough for him to realize that everything he could ever want was lying peacefully beside him. Periodically, if your chosen topic was one he found particularly amusing, his eyes would crinkle under the embrace of a smile, and — if the universe deemed you worthy that night — a hoarse chuckle would pour from his lips. Despite your continued pleas to the stars, it was a sound that graced your ears with a tragic infrequence, yet the way its radiance illuminated your soul had you shamelessly begging the universe that it continue to spill from his lips for all eternity.

But despite the prophetic bond that kept him returning to your side, only once had the bliss of your union softened his guard enough to let something… slip. Only once had he mentioned a brother: Jesse, a man spoken of thoughtlessly as Kix snickered his way through the recollection of a frantic speeder ride across the plains of Saleucami. But the music of his laughter utterly vanished upon voicing the name that he never meant to speak, the silence that filled its wake so polluted in unexpressed grief, that even the hushed sounds of your breath felt inappropriate, and despite having watched the light leave his eyes so often in the past, you’d never seen it replaced with a darkness as deep and as sorrowful as then.

“Tell me about him,” you probed instantly, hopeful that the delicate touch of your hand on his shoulder would be enough to ground him there in the bed with you; hopeful that the soft caress of your fingers would prevent him from conceding to his anguish, tossing the sheet aside and leaving you with nothing but the familiar sight of his retreating back and the bittersweet smell of him lingering on your pillow.

2. Dork Love - Part Four.

“An apology is not required,” Tech spoke instead. “It would appear that I jumped to an inaccurate conclusion upon arriving here to find you missing. It was a most uncharacteristic overreaction, and one from which I now-suffer a great compunction.”

“Compunction?” you repeated, brows furrowing at the implications of his confession as you reached to pull the coils from his shoulder. “Why?”

Tech hesitated for only a breath, watching your nimble fingers blanch under the weight of the wire as you took it from him. “Well… several years of advanced training and exposure therapy have rendered me effectively inured to a multitude of scenarios that others may deem distressing,” he divulged as something near concern wiped the smile from your lips. “Yet, I failed to maintain control of my emotions in the face of your disappearance. I became largely inexorable, making objectively impetuous and questionable decisions.”

“Tech,” you uttered in little more than a consoling whisper, his stomach lurching as your free hand collected his from somewhere near his hip, those slightly chilled fingers weaving their way in between his before the soft, consoling brush of your thumb nearly weakened his knees. “There is nothing to regret. Worrying about someone is nothing to be ashamed of, and arguably even less so if that person is someone you care greatly about. In fact, an initial surge of panic followed by attempts to verify their safety is likely the expected psychological response to such concerns. You walked into what looked like a very foreboding situation and had no data to disprove your suspected theory.”

“I suppose that is correct,” Tech shrugged, dropping his gaze to the toe of his oily boot, “Though it has been several years since I last studied the sympathetic subsection of the autonomic nervous system in response to traumatic stimuli.”

“Sounds like an interesting read,” you mumbled through a sarcastic smile that prompted the return of his gaze. “Tell me– if the same situation presented itself again, would you not react similarly? Would you not do everything within your power to make sure that someone was okay while everything around you was telling you they’re not?”

“Of course I would.”

“Then that’s that,” you answered simply. “There’s no reason to regret your actions, just like I don't suffer any contempt for getting myself stuck on Ryloth. Making the trip there was the best and potentially only solution based on the information available to me at the time. Things went awry… and that’s okay, because we should always do what our gut is telling us to do when it comes to things and people that we care greatly about.”

And there it was: that intemerate benevolence that he wholly adored about you, reemerging to knock him over the head with a validation that he’d never experienced before… and the subsequent moment, as his eyes locked on yours and his grip on your hand tightened, he felt truly seen as himself. Not Tech the highly-skilled soldier… not Tech the ingenious mechanic responsible for keeping the GAR’s most elite squad in the air… not Tech the pilot who loved his datapad above all else and never slept. You saw Tech… accepting and welcoming him as he is; validating his infrequent displays of vulnerability as if humanity was something he could and should experience first hand without fear of persecution or judgement.

“Oh, and don’t think I didn’t catch that,” you added, brow shifting into a devious arch as a playful smirk tugged at your lips.

“Catch what, exactly?”

“The oxymoron you dropped in there: ‘found you missing’. Someone can’t be found and missing, hun. But keep dropping them– I’ll catch ‘em every time.”

3. The Only Exception - Chapter Two.

‘He’s just a soldier,’ she reminded herself with a snort of self-directed derision, desperately trying to extract her password from the depths of her distracted brain.

And he was. There was nothing overtly different or unusual about CT–5863 in relation to the hundred-or-so other clones that had passed in and out of her care since the war began. Quite frankly, there couldn’t be anything different about him, it was genetically impossible. So why had one look from this set of honeyed eyes seen her stomach careening into the next dimension and her nerves prickling as if every shift of his gaze left a trail atop her skin?

Thrice she tried and failed to enter her secure information into that software, yet its repeated beeps toward the inevitable system lock-out fell on entirely deaf ears, and it wasn’t until the screen strobed that she’d near-reached the maximum login attempts did some glimmer of awareness surge back to her.

“I’m Dr. Kiore,” June told him, attempting to banish that myriad of improper thoughts by corralling every cooperating neuron into entering her password, and the breath she’d unintentionally held in her lungs was granted their escape atop a sigh of relief as that familiar landing screen emerged in front of her. “What’s your name?”

“CT–58—”

“No, Captain, your name.”

“My name?” A puzzled pause preceded his answer, that brief second of hesitation having failed to lessen any of the obvious confusion behind those two words, and the notion that she may have to formally explain such a simple concept was the first to pull a smile to June’s lips.

But, “Howzer.” He recovered quickly, offering his name in the same tone he’d used upon hearing her tap on the door, and the small creases now wreathing those twinkling eyes as they narrowed in something close to suspicion entirely laid bare his continued bewilderment at her behaviour.

“Howzer,” she repeated, offering him a casual smile as she swiped her finger across the monitor and entered the information next to his designation number. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A moment’s innocent silence fell between them as she typed, masterfully toggling between different pages of his medical chart and familiarizing herself with the details of his treatment history. For an active soldier, particularly one that appeared as if he’d spent several respite-free rotations laying in the foreign dirt of a distant planet, his chart was remarkably vacant, the only few noted injuries being quickly treated in the field and recorded somewhat haphazardly by the trio of different medics who had seen him.

“I– I think that might be the first time a civilian’s asked me that,” he contemplated under his breath, eyes unfocussing as he rubbed that dirty palm across the stubble on his chin

“Yeah, well… they were supposed to ask downstairs,” June scoffed, the grumble swaddling her tone readily exposing the disdain for the repeated shortcomings of her colleagues. “I’ve asked them four billion times to try and remember, but of course no one listens to the youngest.”

While his lungs expanded to utter what was undoubtedly going to be another humorous quip, the sentiment was stolen off his tongue by a sudden and salient cringe of discomfort. In that otherwise banal motion of sitting up straight, hand reaching upward to thoughtlessly push those dark waves further back from his forehead, a spasm of pain quickly froze his actions, that sharp jaw quickly clenching behind olive cheeks as a muted grunt rumbled in his chest.

[9w1ft]

hey so i was looking at some of your old posts and saw that you mentioned that karlie and taylor were actually neighbours/lived close during quarantine, could you break down the timeline a bit for me? i wasn't a kaylor then so now i'm interested how/where did they spend time in 2020/2021

thanks for the question, anon!

i’m going to try to keep this as a summary and i won’t be getting too technical with my language or submitting anything that can’t be figured out by watching interviews, googling stuff, and scrolling instagram. people can add stuff in the comments if they’d like.

okay so, basically, at the start of quarantine in the US, march 2020, karlie documented herself being in upstate new york (bedford area, specifically) along with josh, mikey, and misha at this rental property they have often been seen at over the years. so the basic concept is that this was her quarantine pod.

it is worth noting that after folklore was released in july 2020 and we got the visuals and subsequent interviews for the album, that we learned that taylor shot the photoshoot and video content in upstate new york, spending time at blake and ryan’s place, shooting stuff at a place located in lewisboro (not blake and ryan’s place iirc), which is located right by bedford. adjacent towns. connected by the same lakes ponds and forests (pound ridge). so she would have been there in upstate new york where karlie was sometime before album release in july, and it would have had to have been early enough so as to be able to send the artwork for the folklore physicals to print.

but deduction aside, taylor did not really document herself being anywhere until may, where she did her “biiig isolation” instagram post from goldwyn mansion in beverly hills california. however in a subsequent rolling stone interview taylor says that she and william bowery were “stuck in LA” at the beginning of the pandemic. and we also have been told that she reached out to aaron dessner in april about recording music, and in the long pond studio sessions movie, it is implied in the conversation she has with jack and aaron that she stayed in california until around august before meeting up with them at long pond. folklore was still finished when she was in LA. when taylor was in upstate new york remains a mystery iirc but we can say between april and july.

back to karlie… in mid june, karlie posted to instagram from the puck building apartment, saying she was on her way out west to be close to family. then she starts putting out klossy vlog content from a rental property located in california, and around july her and josh are papped around santa monica. iirc misha was seen at the same house seen in the klossy vlogs? she posts a lot from california, she attends and documents going to a protest in LA as well. so we have a general idea of when she was there.

at the end of 2020, we get articles saying karlie and josh have been revealed as the buyers of the many arched, echoey miami mansion, and articles say that the property was sold “over the summer” so at some point karlie moves out of the california rental. in the back half of the year karlie is sort of obscuring where she is and what she posts so it’s hard to be certain exactly when she was where, but we later get an explanation for this because soon enough we learn that she has been hiding the fact that she’s carrying. but we do know from some of her adidas photo shoots that she did spend some amount of time back in nyc. once she makes the announcement, the focus of karlie’s posting shifts to the florida(!!), which becomes positioned as her main location for the duration of the year, through levi being born in march 2021, and the newborn haze period of it all.

taylor is less consistent with showing off her locations during late 2020 and 2021 but the general swiftie lore is that she spent time in london and nyc? she didn’t make many appearances (covid was still very much running the world) but there were the grammys, she was doing stuff for red tv, announcing red tv at the end of september and releasing it in november, filming and then promoting the all too well short film, the i bet you think about me mv was shot in la iirc, and such.

as the pandemic became a part of everyday life and the world adjusted to the new normal, both taylor and karlie began varying their locations again, and it’s been a mix of things again ever since. but this 2020 period is so interesting to me, given how things played out, how they were in similar locations at noteworthy times, and in locations that taylor went on to feature visually and lyrically in her work— folkevermore and red tv, ttpd and arguably the eras tour visuals for the opening and closing lover and midnights segments, if you are inclined to see the parallels in the arches as seen in the miami property etc.

anyway lmfao and i still consider this to be a summary!!