#or not!!! because i don't know how to interact on tumblr anymore :]

[6okuto-moved]

would u guys mind if i made a new tag list form and completely restarted them. be honest.

[helios-fallen]

ngl....... kind of been wanting to get back into using this blog like i used to- posting just the random shit i was up to and actually blogging so HI i'm doc. you follow me (i'm assuming), it's good to actually be back and chill here!

man it has been so long since i've done this. womp womp. have you guys heard about 3laf. it's so cool. honestly, it was really fun. i met a lot of cool people (hi people on the computer!!!) and i got to have a lot of fun experiences. princess quest (in the testing world) will live on forever in my heart. i really want to remake it one day? maybe i'll make princess quest proper in minecraft after i'm settled.... glad i was able to have those experiences though :] it was a joy

(if you don't know what 3laf is you should check out [this post] it's a really cool]

[homosexualcitron]

Bluesky art community loves ocs so much and is so supportive with oc art it's almost making me hate tumblr

[fading-event-608]

Listen, I know, you all have been seeing fundraiser posts all day long. I've seen people complain that the tags for Palestine are "unusable" now because… genocide victims use it to find aid to survive.

Thing is, those posts will be here until Israel ceases it's aggression. And Palestinians will need your aid as far as they are left with no income and besieged. I've tried reaching out to other platforms, and Tumblr is still the best place for at least Falastin (Gazan who I spotlight for more than 2 months) to get donations; because here you don't need thousands of followers to get interactions. And at least we get one in ten response here; on other platforms both of us don't get any.

So yes, a dying website for fandom is her best bet to save her family right now. We don't speak of evacuation anymore (even though we hope for it), this is a battle for day-to-day survival. The prices in Gaza are increasing every hour, and they have no income and Falastin has gone into multiple debts to help them before starting the campaign in June. And yes, she receives more attention now but her family is still in starvation - she tries to support 26 people now, since her cousin was martyred and his 2 children joined 24 of her family in Al-Mawasy.

Yes, they should get free aid from all those countless non-profits that raise millions. But if they see something labelled as "aid" it is because they have bought it themselves. Yes, you can see (and maybe touch!) aid if you subject yourself to hours-long queues and/or humiliation of being a part of a photoshoot. They also said that the aid they get is stale at best and spoiled at worst; and that's again, if they get it.

Yes, there are grassroots organizations but they cannot reach everyone, because they are in small teams and they don't receive a lot of funds. And you can of course donate to them to try "fix" this; but please do not think that it means individual fundraisers are not worth supporting. I did not see any evidence of individual fundraisers "taking" money from others; on the contrary, when Falastin's fundraiser struggles, I see others struggle too. When we celebrate a good day of donations we celebrate it with others too.

And I could talk about Harris campaign get 1 billion in donations and still receiving them or how AO3 got 200k in a couple of days; but the post is getting too long.

Anyway. Please consider donating to Falastin's campaign; the money would buy food and water first, shelter and clothes for the winter second. There's a raffle for hand-made Palestinian thobe that Falastin's friend makes (LINK); and please follow her here.

Donate via Gofundme (in SEK! check rates below please): LINK

10$ = 108 SEK

25$ = 272 SEK

50$ = 544 SEK

100$ = 1,088 SEK

Donate via PayPal (in USD): LINK

Vetting info: #282 in El-Shab-Hussein and Nabulsi's spreadsheet [here], #957 in the Butterfly Project spreadsheet [here]

[underwhelmingalchemist]

So apparently the version of the "Isn't It Bromantic" interview that gets passed around isn't the full thing

So after seeing a tumblr post I can't find, about two and half hours of intensive internet digging, and one purchase from a sketchy second-hand site later (full story under the cut, I promise it's interesting, but also long), I got the physical magazine and scanned it

So here you go: the full "Isn't It Bromantic?" TV guide interview with Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie

Feel free to repost wherever you want- I want people to be able to find the full thing

SO, as for how I found it:

I saw this tumblr post forever ago that I can't find anymore because tumblr is just Like That with a cropped screenshot of an interview with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard. In the interview, they're asked about the "bromance" between their two characters. Leonard makes an annoyed comment about how "everyone [is] obsessed with homosexuality", followed by the interview apologizing and Laurie immediately jumping in with, "No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore…" and the screenshot cuts off there. Cue funny comment from the OP about the interaction, roll credits.

Except, as these things tend to do, it ended up becoming a bit of a brain worm, and I wanted to find it again. But I couldn't find the tumblr post. I looked absolutely everywhere, and in the process of looking everywhere, I found what I thought was the original interview- a blog post with the full quote from the actor. I didn't think too much about it, I figured it was just a short quote given to a popular blog in 2008. There's a magazine cover above it, but I don't think too much about it, because I'm focusing on the quotes in the article instead of the rest of it.

So I send screenshots to a couple friends to make jokes, and it probably should have died there.

However, late at night I end up thinking about that interview again, because of course I did. I start to think about how it's weirdly formatted for, what I assumed at first reading, was just an entertainment news blog reaching out for comment and getting a response. So I pull up the screenshots of the article (because weirdly enough, the old-ass blog only loads on mobile) and look at it again.

This is when I realize that this isn't an original piece from a blog interviewing these two after reaching out for comment. This is a blog post quoting and commenting on a full interview from a magazine, which I had originally thought had just been the inspiration for the piece.

So naturally, I go looking for the magazine.

Luckily, the name of the magazine is displayed on the cover, and so is the title of its main piece. This should be easy to find, right?

Wrong.

This is an interview in a physical magazine. From 2008. October 13th, 2008, to be exact.

I know this exact date because searching the article title and magazine name leads me to an archive on the TV Guide website.

Of covers.

And nothing but covers.

I spend like forty-five minutes searching everywhere I can think of on the web. Internet Archive, the TV Guide website, any search result that comes up when I search any combination of the words "House" "Interview" "Bromantic" "Bromance" "TV Guide" "Archive" etc. Over and over, all that's coming up are that original blog post and the cover from the official gallery.

The only things I could find online were:

The cover and date of the issue on the TV Guide website

The original blog post that was screenshotted in the original tumblr post

Another blog post that had a much shorter version of the quote, references something Leonard says from later in the article, and makes a comment on the nature of his reaction to the term "bromance"

An entry on Leonard's IMDB page's "interview" list mentioning it in title only

And:

5. A single listing for the issue on what seemed to be a second-hand site that looked like it hadn't had its UI updated since the mid 2000's, with a listing with no date or additional information besides what issue it is.

This is the only listing anywhere. I checked every other second-hand site I could think of, and then some that only came up through google searches. There's not a single listing for that issue on any of them. There were plenty of listings of TV guide magazines, including one that seemed promising because it included issues from that year, but it was missing all of October.

It seemed like the only listing for this issue on the entire internet was this one copy on this one obscure website. For all I know, this was listed in 2008 and abandoned, and just never got marked inactive. It could also be a complete scam.

A few quick google searches show that that website seemed to be legit, albeit a bit loose on quality control (which makes sense, this website seemed like the kind of thing you'd have to use the Way Back Machine to access). It also had an option to pay via PayPal, which meant I could file a chargeback if need be.

It was $11.50 when you include shipping.

So at about half past midnight, I bought the listing.

Naturally, about an hour later, I manage to actually find a scan of the interview. I had to follow a link in the comments of a post on FanPop, taking me to an old wordpress blog, and I'm sitting in front of the damn interview at last.

But something doesn't make sense. Why would their cover story only be two pages of text that aren't even full pages, and why would it cut off so strangely? There was no concluding sentence or paragraph, even though it started with a fairly long lead-in. It also led right up to the edge of the page, which felt like there should be more to it. There were more images in the interview than text, and the fact that there are so many of them and they clearly did a whole photoshoot indicated that they had them on hand for a while. The silly string one, for instance, I imagine probably had to require a couple takes, which means cleaning off Wilson's hair and face, adjusting makeup, etc. for it. Meanwhile, the conversation itself seems like it could have taken ten minutes total. I could have been totally wrong and that was where the article ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more.

So I hold tight. A couple days pass with no update, and then the PayPal purchase gets updated with a tracking number. Promising, but it could still be a scam. Whether or not I get the actual magazine becomes a source of anxiety for the next week.

Until today, when I get told it was delivered. And when I opened the envelope it was sent in: there it was.

When I tell you I was happy stimming in my bedroom just holding the damn issue in my own hands... And then opening it and finding out that I was right, there was a missing page... I was elated. I still am, just typing this.

So I spent half an hour getting my scanner to work, and I give you the above issues.

Like I said above, feel free to repost however and wherever you want. I want all this to mean something.

In the meantime, I have two more House-themed TV Guide magazines coming to try and get articles from.

[yeahxsurexokay13]

cat's outta the bag, lando norris

summary: after lando's win with y/n back in the mclaren garage, fans now have to go back to getting used to not seeing the actress and the driver together anymore... or not.

warnings: the 'monaco may gala' is made up, as everyone would've guessed. and i think that's it really.

this is part 2 to ideal weekend requested by @maysofi and @nan-lzzn. not sure if it's just me not knowing how to work tumblr or what but i couldn't reply to your comments /: but here you go!! hope it lives up to your guys' expectations x

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y/n.y/l la dolce vita

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15 May 2024

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ynupdates 📸 | New pictures of Y/n this morning. Apparently she flew home from Italy with Lando and Oscar, who raced in the Italian Grand Prix yesterday.

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20 May 2024

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mclaren An elite squad backing the papaya brigade at Monaco GP 🧡

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26 May 2024

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lando.jpg Cat's outta the bag part 2

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[thebluediner]

COACHELLA HEAT: PART 2

explaination: this is written in a form of a tiktoker who comprised fan videos of billie and you at coachella to dissect it and give the interaction meaning. basically like the hailey bieber tiktok series ( that's my inspo)

warning: use of y/n

"heyyy guys ,welcome back to part two" the woman greets the audience with a smile and a clasp of her hands. she's seated in an area that provides natural light telling by how her surroundings are captured by the sun.

"a lot of you loved the first video which led to so many interesting comments and theories. but, the majority needed to know what happened after.." she stalls taking sip of her drink from a giant pink stanley cup.

“to be honest with you I don't know" she shrugs her shoulders and her hands raise up.

"billie might've slept over or she might've left a little later. the truth is we can all wonder and make up a million scenarios but we'll never know. I've searched and searched for videos that I might've missed but I found nothing. sorry guys but luckily we have day two of coachella coming in hot with more interactions"

a shot starts playing. the video shows the coachella green field with people all around but then it starts zooming towards the performers section. figures that aren't that noticeable started to shift and form a clear picture, you and billie.

you were standing next to each other in a group setting filled with mutual friends and so on but two figures got peoples attention, finneas and claudia.you were standing tall with your hand raised high shielding your face from the burning sun, clearly the cowboy hat you had on wasn't helping

billie stood next to you in her typical outfit ,adam sandler style. she wasn't doing anything in particular other than staring blankly at you. no, she wasn't just staring she was full on checking you out. whether you noticed this or not you leaned closer towards her whispering something inaudible to someone far. the next second billie had you on her back giving you a piggyback ride. you were all fits and giggles with your hands around her neck. your infectious smile spreading over to the people around y'all as they start to laugh too.

you were seen playfully shoving yourself off billie in laughter making your cowboy hat fall to the ground. billie immediately picked it up and gently placed it on your head , ofcourse with her brushing your hair out of your face first.

“please may that love attack me. they are so cute you guys what the hell. that was a video recorded by a fan on day two of coachella. now do you guys think they got back together?" she asks a smirk playing on her lips.

"also am I the only who caught how y/n is so chill around claudia and finneas ? honestly at this point I feel like they knew these two would be back together since it's their dynamic anyways” she says before another video extracted from maybe a year ago starts playing.

it's an interview of finneas on the chicken shop date show. he sits across amelia, the host, who the goes on to ask him a question regarding billie and you.

"do you ever give billie advice for her relationships ?" she asks her hand reaching for some of the fries.

"as if she'll ever listen" he answered rolling his eyes in defeat.

"I used too when she was way younger but at this point I just leave her be. they always figure it out on their own anyways"

"that was a video of finneas literally confirming what I just said. also let me add how we fans are also used to it. the billie stans and y/n's fans are like in-laws who don't even bother entertaining their break up anymore because we know damn well they'll be back together" the tiktoker admits while she dies of laughter.

" anyways ,on the first night y/n was the one performing but last night billie joined charli xcx on stage. now was y/n there when charli's set started? no . but, was she there when guess was about to be performed? yep close to the barricade and everything"

a video recorded at the place of the event gets shown. it's night time once more. neon green lights illuminate the video and your figure when you are seen slipping into the show. you and a couple of your friends walk by the barricade led by a huge man, presumed to be your bodyguard, to a less crowded place but still with a great view.

the video cuts off and another is taken when charli xcx brings out billie minutes later. your head rises to watch the stage. people start screaming for the guest artist and you are one of them. your hands besides your mouth as you scream along with the crowd and clapping your hands. you are seen bopping your head and jumping up and down as the duo on stage controls the energy of the crowd.

"such a supportive ex-girlfriend or maybe she's back to being a girlfriend cause who'd do that for their ex, not me. when billie stepped off that stage guess who hugged her friends and sneaked off too ? yep our sneaky little y/n" she informs with an amused smile on her lips clearly enjoying herself.

"maybe an hour or so later they are caught on camera sitting together to watch a band they've claimed to love, greenday "

another video starts playing showcasing you and billie sat next to each other. billie eyes are set on stage but you on the other hand are looking at her. the angle of the video shows a look of interest and adoration on when you look at you.

" yep, she wants that cookie bad" the tiktoker comments immediately when the video ends followed by a loud laugh.

" these two are so cute these breakups just make their hearts grow fonder if I'm being honest with you. also before we end this part two there's another video a fan sent to me via instagram"

the video is a bit shaky for the first couple of seconds but eventually becomes stable. if wendy williams show was still on you and billie would be a hot topic for an entire week. there you were with a tiny essentials bag that you held loosely on your hand before getting into billie's trailer. it was obvious how it was billie's trailer when she herself led you into the room with one of her hand on your lower back. when you had finally entered the room billie looked around for a second her eyes catching the camera for a split second before she shut the door of her trailer.

"screenwriters do your thing please. these two raging gays are giving you the sapphic inspiration of a lifetime and you'd be a fool not to use it. ugh I wanna be them so bad you guys " the creator whines. her stance is slouched staring down at the floor with her mouth covering her mouth.

" wow, I just don't know what to say at this point. you know what ? I bet they know how crazy social media is about them right now" she says with so much enthusiasm you'd swear she knew the two personally.

"anyways that was it for today you guys. thank you for the love on my previous video and I hope you like this one too and remember check in later for more of these two, bye" the creator says with a smile on her face before the video once again goes blank.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

(How you meet them)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, apologies for the delay and inactivity, I had exams, projects and the recent release of part one of Bridgerton season 3. Speaking of the series, this was inspired by that and RDR2 (none of the elements are historically accurate, I think?), I genuinely hope this does well because this account has not been doing well as of late. With my mutuals leaving Tumblr and some friends are currently ignoring me, I genuinely don't know what to do anymore. From what I know, @ghouljams was the first one who created content in the cowboy!CoD AU but mine is a lot different? So please don't kill me 😭

This will result in headcanons for the next few posts because my brain is attached to this AU so you will be seeing more Cowboy!Outlaw!141.

(Really FEM!Reader, maybe also Plus-size!(Chubby??)Reader?? I don't even know anymore)

More content: My CoD Masterlist

Bless your noble mother's heart, although your was seen as this very respectable and intellectual man of nobility, your mother had this heart of gold having no idea that these rugged men he has newly hired were outlaws, criminals.. murderers?

Yet your father did, something about him felt sinister, well all noble money comes from not so noble cause.

Although your mother wanted you to get to know and be familiar with the newest staff members who would do all the gnarly, energy consuming and physically challenging tasks, she did not want her daughter interacting with men who would be considered improper like seemingly mysterious men who happened to be from a far town looking for a living.

Well without your father's or mother's knowledge, that rule was thrown out the window the moment you saw one of them carrying over some of the crates that contain given by some men to your father for his services and connections, particularly drawn to the one who never seemed to take off the cloth on his face.

Something about the way he stared at you, not seeing the rest of his face, depriving you of clues as to how he felt upon seeing the only lady of the house. You gave him a warm smile, for a moment you thought you saw his lips through the mask perk up, before walking off to the lounging hall for your tutoring on language.

It was odd, you observed them from afar a lot, your personal garden was your sanctuary and you can't help but do so when they talked so loudly, no sign of inside voices.

They called each other names.. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The man you encountered was named Ghost? Surely it's some alias. Well that wasn't something you should fixate on anyway so you leave for your tasks.

You find yourself feeling a little out of it after your lessons, hoping that a little stroll through the stables behind your family's estate would either help the information sink in or keep it shun out of your mind. Either way you'd find yourself in tranquil, you heard a thud behind you and turn to find so called "Ghost" behind you.

He had dropped a crate, one filled with weapons and uncharacteristically hastily picked up all of them without paying much attention. Such an action caused him to unknowingly cut his finger on one of the blades that fell out of it's sheath.

Your eyes filled with concern as you rush over to take his hand in yours before he tried to brush off the cut and get back to his duties. You knew it was dumb to be worried over something so small that the grown man doesn't even flinch and yet there you were, practically cradling his hand in yours.

A white handkerchief that was embroidered with your favorite flowers by your own mother, something you held dear and kept pristine.. using it on his finger to keep the blood from further gushing and wipe off whatever of the red residue was left on his hand.

As the blood stopped to your relief, you brought his finger and spontaneously pressed a feather-like kiss on the wound. You were so used to doing that for your little cousins, nieces and nephews that it was just a force of habit, your face flushed the very moment you looked up to meet his gaze, what possessed you to do that?

You placed the handkerchief in his hand and composed yourself, you told him to keep it and to bring the wound to the physician to get some antiseptics before running off to god knows where.

A few days after that incident, you meet another one of them except..

You couldn't help but rush, you were late for this supposedly short promenade your family has spontaneously planned. Your favourite gloves are no where to be found and with the three sisters you have, you checked room to room, seeing who might've borrowed the lacey white fabric with the sewn in bows.

Without looking your body slams into a wall, is it a wall? You softly groan, your delicate fingers brushing on your forehead that felt like it would bruise later on. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds as the impact caused you to feel shaken, light headed.

You open your eyes to one of the outlaws, you blink up as your vision adjusted a bit, his dark skin against the light from the window really did something..

"Are you hurt, my lady?" He asked, his deep voice was smooth and rich, almost velvety. He held you up from falling.

"N-no.. Thank you, uhh..."

"Kyle, her ladyship can call me Kyle. Although I hope it's not too informal to your status, my lady." You smiled at his words, certainly a respectful fellow despite him and his group's reputation.

You felt warmth on your sides, his palms against the fabric that separates his skin on yours, he was only being kind for steadying you after you almost fell from the earlier impact but his touch felt addicting, too much as it continued to linger.

"Kyle, it is then" You said softly, suddenly a bit more aware of your surroundings.

Fuck. He was sure he felt something just by hearing the way his name fell from your lips. Normally he'd give people, employers only and only his last name. He was so used to having been called by "Garrick", he had no idea his name would sound different, so sweet coming from a pretty maiden's lips.

He stutters for a moment, realizing that his hands are touching a lady inappropriately, something only someone she's married to would have the privilege of doing. He swiftly removed his hands from your waist and formally excused himself from your presence with the excuse of his duties.

The next time you met one of them was through your mother's ball, she was always the first to throw one to bless the upcoming season of hopes that you, your sisters and brothers shall wed soon.

You had no taste for it after having a lord step on your feet at least 20 times and not even bother to apologize with how high of a pedestal he puts himself in, you found yourself escaping through the back of your estate to the gazebo in the center of your beloved garden.

You took your tight, restricting shoes off and felt the grass on your feet as you walked toward the gazebo, now close enough to see that you weren't alone but you still continued, your feet against the cooling marble platform. You sigh as you prop yourself to sit on the stone railing next to the stranger who was currently taking a puff of his cigar.

You turned your head away, you were thrown into a fit of coughs from the strong scent of the smoke while you swatch some of it away. You tried not to heave for actual air to breathe while the man next to you chuckles, making you feel irritable.

"M'sorry love.." his gruff voice whispers which make you turn towards him, the man offering you a comforting smile.

"Shouldn't you be in there with your family, miss?" Price asked. To which you hum, "I wanted some "fresh air" and silence" you answered. Moments of silence have passed, nothing but the sound of wind that rattled the trees a bit and each other's breaths.

You look towards the light of windows of your home, the ballroom filled with laughter and talk of celebration. You sighed, knowing you must return as your parents would come looking for you, also not wanting for them to punish you for sticking around unchaperoned with their new hires.

He knew you were about to leave, it would be rude for a gentleman to leave a lady without help, hmm? He wasn't a gentleman though, an outlaw, one of the worst titles one can ever bestow a man. He was considered to be of low honor but who cares?

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, gently taking your leg in his huge hand using his thigh as leverage so he can gently slip on you shoes. For a moment you felt his forehead on your knee before he pulls away and offers you his hand..

You took it hesitantly as he helped you off the railing, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Something about them burned, making your stomach churn but not in a manner of discomfort.

You watched his back as he walked away, his footsteps on the cold marble the only thing to be heard as the noise died down..

The morning after, you've barely had enough sleep, was it the events of the previous night? Nevermind, at least you had a day or two for yourself after conducting a proposition to your parents. Free time was worth it for the sore feet you had to endure.

Not really in the mood to change into anything tight or itchy, you remain in your night clothes. Finally, some well deserved time alone, comfortable and flipping pages of a book was your type of thing.

Sure, socializing has it's benefits however nothing beats your time alone or so you thought you were alone..

A table and a few chairs were set up by the servants to your request at the gazebo, giving you the perfect view of the greenery that you have planted the seeds of.

You had your head comfortably leaned onto lounge as you continued reading. Buts something was just so distracting, a few minutes of the constant snipping and twigs breaking, you look up wanting to see who was there tending to the garden.

Your eyes widened a bit, it was improper for a lady to stare a man who has very less clothing. Nothing but his jeans, belt and hat keeping his face shielded from the heat is toned, muscular and tanned torso and arms exposed.

A little later, you hear a grunt coming from the man, Soap was it? You can't quite remember much from the night you eavesdropped on them. You heard his footsteps on the grass nearing the gazebo but you didn't bother to look up, not until..

"Ma'am? May I stay 'ere a moment? Afraid the heat is getting to me" You look up from your book and sit up to see the same man breathless. You nodded and watched as he sat on the stairs, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

"Excuse me.." You said, loud enough to hear and catch his attention, he looks back from his position. You moved one of the chairs to face your lounge, "Please invite yourself here, I can only think of how uncomfortable the floor might be, especially when you are working at a weather like this one" Signaling him to take a seat on the chair you adjusted.

He gets up yet reluctantly makes himself comfortable on the seat, you pick a drinking glass on display from the silver tray and poured some of the cold lemonade into it, you place it down on the table and slide it to him, offering a warm smile. Your fingers on the base of the drinking glass slightly brushing against his as he takes it.

He thanks you for it and you both enjoyed the tranquil and peace.. yet you can't go back to your book, asking questions and being further interested by the man each minute passes.

The way he talked was something else, it was alluring, comforting and oddly lively, he's told you about his "past" and how he used to be a child.

"Was quite the troublemaker you see, though my family was poor and food was scarce, I found a way to feed the street animals I adore—"

You look at him, so invested on what he was about to say next, it was refreshing to have someone to converse with who isn't interrogating you and practically forcing their ideals of how many babies they want you to birth for them, practically wanting you to die for them.

"I used to steal bread from my neighbor, not a very nice man, selfish really. So I'd often sneak into his shack, leftovers, scraps and anything light enough for me to carry. I'd bring it to Lassie, my favorite stray dog. You remind me a lot of her Bonnie" He said.

"I remind you of a dog?" You weren't so sure if that's a compliment, then again he just called you "Bonnie", what exactly does that mean?

"Home, you remind me of home. Can't say I have felt this comfortable in years, friends and I are usually reserved yet you bring this side out of me, Bonnie. So what spell or witchcraft did you use?" He joked raising a brow at you, for a moment his attention falters as he looks down at the soft mounds of skin exposed on your chest.

"Eyes up here, Johnny."

You warned as you laugh at his question, you notice one of the servants coming out from the estate and into the garden, Johnny smiles and tips his hat to you to excuse himself so that he could get back to work.

Well this is interesting.. isn't it?

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[soaps-mohawk]

I'm going to be honest

I'm having a genuinely hard time making this post. I've been fighting with it for a couple weeks now, but I think it's time I finally make it.

I'm not having fun on this blog anymore.

It sounds bad, but honestly, it kind of is.

I think a lot of it started from the very beginning with the precedence and expectations I put on myself. I've always tried to respond to every comment I get. Even from the beginning. It's just a polite thing to do since those who leave comments took the time to write out what they think of my fic, even if it's just a keysmash. I've always felt the need to thank those who leave comments or reblog my writing or (now that tumblr has it) replied to my fics. It worked fine before because none of my fics were particularly popular. Even my most popular fic (at that time) didn't get as much attention as CRCB has. I've never had a "big blog" before, nor a fic as popular as CRCB has gotten.

It was fine at first, responding to everyone, engaging with everyone. I was riding that high of omg so many people are reading and enjoying my fic! I've never had anything quite like this before.

Now...it just feels more like a chore. I set this precedence on this blog that I respond to everyone and I know a lot of people have said that they're surprised I responded to them and to everyone, and now I'm getting why a lot of writers don't. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've just been robotically saying the same thing over and over trying to respond to people now. I used to love seeing asks in my inbox and reblogs and replies but now? All I feel is dread because I have to respond to all of those.

Turning anon off was a big help. It lessened the sheer volume of asks I was getting a day. And while I do feel bad for all of my anons who prefer to stay anons, with everything that happened (the multiple incidents) with anon that kind of started to suck the joy out of everything. That paired with the obsessive need to constantly have my inbox cleared and make sure everyone gets a response...I can understand now too why big blogs will have 200+ asks in their inbox. It's hard and it's exhausting and I'm burning out.

First it was the fic that was burning me out. Things have gone on far longer than I planned and I just wasn't prepared for this fic to go on and for a while there it was dragging. I'll admit that. If I could go back, I'd speed up a few things, but it's done, it's posted there's no going back. I kind of hoped I would have the mental capacity to upload more than once a week too, but I just couldn't. I still can't.

I've come to dread posting chapters because I know I'm going to have to reply and respond to everyone. The only thing keeping me posting is the fact that we're in the part of the story I've been excited about since the beginning and also because I keep leaving everyone on cliffhangers and I love torturing y'all with all of them.

So that being said, this is in no way to shame anyone for interacting with me, anyone leaving comments or replies or sending asks. Don't feel bad about doing it please. I appreciate all of you that have engaged with me and it really means so much to me. Honestly, earlier this year, if I didn't have this fic and everyone on this blog, I might not have made it to now. It's been a really rough year and it's still going to be into next year. It's just getting to the point where I need a break.

I've needed a break for a long time. I thought taking days off the blog would help, and it did for a couple of weeks, but now even on the days I'm supposed to be on the blog and engaging, I just find myself queueing stuff up and just being offline most of the day still.

I'm tired. That's the best reason I can give. I'm tired and burned out on life and I'm tired and burned out on this blog.

So...I think I need a break. I need to not keep responding to every single reply and reblog every chapter. I need to not force myself to answer every ask right away, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad, but I know everyone would rather have me here and enjoying the blog than forcing myself to interact to the point where I'm dreading it and just robotically repeating myself over and over with every reply and answer and comment.

I won't be pausing the fic, I won't be not uploading. I'll still be posting chapters, I just might not be interacting as much as I have been. It's just putting such a mental strain on me still, even with anon off, even with days off. And with things getting busier for me, it's going to be too much to try and deal with irl stuff and write and try to be super active on the blog. There's going to come a point where I have to sacrifice the writing or the blog and I'd rather sacrifice the blog to keep myself sane, and also to keep trying to finally get this fic done. I love this fic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just burning out.

I'm already burned out in a lot of ways.

I was planning kinktober this year but honestly I'm considering not doing it because I know interaction is going to be insane and it's going to be a lot to keep up on. Plus trying to write that many fics is hard and I'm not sure I have the ability to do it. I have a few done but now I'm just like...is that something I want to do on top of irl stuff and CRCB.

There's just no joy in it anymore. It's not anyone's fault but mine. I put the pressure on myself, I held myself to that standard for this long despite the fact I knew it was draining me. I've tried to push through when I should have prioritized myself. I feel so guilty not responding to everyone. I feel so guilty being a day or two late responding to everyone.

I want to be here and interacting and responding to things but I just can't bring myself to anymore. It's no one's fault, and this is not a drag on anyone, or an attempt to make anyone feel bad or guilty for interacting or sending asks or anything. I'm just airing out the truth and saying what I need to say because I feel like I've been so robotic and lifeless with my responses these last couple weeks and I feel like I need to explain why. It's nothing anyone has done. It's my fault. It's 100% my fault.

Things have just gotten to be too much and it's my fault for forcing myself to be so active. The social battery has dropped into the negatives. I'm not a social person. I can only handle so much interaction and I've pushed so far beyond that, that things have gotten to this point. I want to be here and I want to have fun and I want to use this as an escape but I just don't feel that way about it anymore. It's a chore for me, a job, something I feel like I have to do and it's my fault that I feel that way. It's my own standards and expectations I set on myself, and my expectations on what I think my followers want and deserve and now I feel like I've gone on too long like this that I can't change things without hurting anyone's feelings. I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them in favor of others because I know there's writers out there that do that. They only respond to a certain group and ignore others that comment and reblog. I don't want to make anyone feel like I'm doing that to them and that's now led me to here.

I'm forcing it and I'm tired.

It's been hard these last few weeks. The life has just been draining and draining continuously. The joy and the love I have for this blog and my followers and the interactions and the fic. The last anon bullshit that happened was just kind of the last nail in the coffin so to speak. The straw that broke the camel's back. Things stopped being fun. It made me feel bad (and not in the guilty way, though that was a part of it) and I'm honestly just over it. I'm over the blog, I'm over interacting, I'm over life at this point. August is a hard month for me and every year it seems to get worse and worse. A lot of it is unrelated to anything online and I was going to make a post about it but honestly I just don't want to. Those that know, know. Those that don't...it doesn't matter.

I'm getting annoyed by the blog, I'm getting annoyed every time I look in my notifications and see an ask or a reply or a comment. I'm getting annoyed by some of my followers and that's not fair to you. Everyone always talks about how nice and kind and patient I am when I'm really not. I'm not the person I present myself to be on this blog, the way I mask myself so I can present myself as being a normal, kind human being. The mask is coming off because I'm so tired I can't keep it up anymore. It's happening here and it's happening in real life. I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm angry at a lot of things and the last thing I want is to start taking it out on my followers. You don't deserve that, especially when it's not your fault, it's nothing any of you have done. It's all me.

It's not you, it's me.

So for the sake of not burning this whole thing to the ground, I'm going to take a break. I'm not replying to everyone, I'm not responding to every reblog, I won't reply to every ask I get right away, if at all because sometimes I just don't have anything to say in response and I need to learn that's okay. It's nothing against you. It's not aimed at anyone specifically, I'm just trying to put myself first and stop things from escalating. I need a break and I'm going to do something selfish and I'm going to take it.

Don't apologize because it's not your fault. Don't apologize because you think you might have contributed to this because you didn't. It is no one's fault but my own.

I'm the one that needs to apologize to all of you because I've just not been myself because I've been forcing myself to be someone I'm not. I've been very unfair to a lot of people over the last seven months that this blog has been active and I've held a precedent that is not sustainable in the long run and made everyone believe that I was capable of maintaining that kind of interaction when I'm not.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been putting everyone through this. I'm sorry I've been so detached and robotic and ingenuine. I'm sorry I led everyone to believe I'm someone I'm not. I'm sorry I've dragged this on this long that it's gotten to the point that I have to make this post.

I considered just disappearing but that wouldn't be fair to you either. I don't want to put you through that, so I'm pouring all of my thoughts out and making you read through this fucking novel of a post. If you've made it this far, then congrats I guess. Gold metals to you who bothered reading this far.

Anyway, all of that aside, I'll still be posting chapters. I'll have them scheduled and I'll probably come on and add links places to keep things current. I'll respond and reply and answer asks when I feel like it. You don't have to stop sending them, but just don't expect them to be responded to right away anymore. I'll probably still be here reblogging things I want and doing things when I feel like it.

I just need a few weeks to myself. Time I don't have to care about the blog at all and keeping up with it. Anon will remain off for the sake of keeping asshole trolls away, and also so I don't open tumblr and have 200 asks in my inbox after a week. Sorry to my anons but it's just the way it needs to be right now. Maybe once this break is over and I've dealt with irl stuff, I'll consider putting it back on. I just can't after everything I dealt with recently on anon.

It'll be the same on Ao3, for those that follow here and read there. Comments will probably sit for a while. They won't be answered right away anymore unless I get the energy to burn through them. Even then I won't try to answer them all at once like I did this last weekend.

I'll try to reblog something every day so y'all know I'm alright. I don't want y'all to panic and it's not fair to put you through that, especially those that might not see this or bother reading it. Those that follow simply for the fic and nothing else. I'm here, I'm just not...here.

This week's chapter is in the queue to be posted tomorrow as usual. Chapters will still come out as planned since I'm not stopping writing, just taking a break from the blog itself.

Thank you those of you who stuck through to the end here. I appreciate all of you so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I let things get to this point and I'm sorry to anyone that I've gotten rude or snappy with because I couldn't be selfish and put myself first. I'm sorry to anyone that got a robotic, repeated response to something they were probably excited to share. I'm sorry I've been so unfair to everyone and I hope you can forgive me.

Take care and I'll talk to everyone when I have the energy to.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Thank you so much for the work you put into this blog.

I'm in the early stages of writing a book that's set in close to modern times. I'm white, but many of my friends, and myself, have had many negative experiences regarding police, and I want my book to talk about that. Its close enough to me that it will be a central theme in the story.

I've been reading a lot and I have every intention of hiring a sensitivity reader when I get to that point, but I'm still fleshing out the story. Right now, all of my main characters have had negative interactions with police, and two of them are Black.

My question is how do I handle the topic of police brutality as a white person? Given the setting, having my Black characters not experience it when the white characters do strikes me as ignoring systemic racism, and that is the opposite of what I want.

Are there other things I can read to better familiarize myself with police violence and how that manifests differently for Black people? Should I avoid describing that?

😅 I don't- I must be honest, this one snatched my breath a little bit. Forgive me, I just can't imagine the privilege of not knowing.

Well first, your friends have varied experience with police violence; none of them are Black that you can talk to? Because if they are, and you haven't had that discussion, that indicates that there's a level of safety they don't feel with you. Not saying that's the case, but if it is... I would pause writing this story in lieu of building your relationships. It would help to consider how the police treated you, versus someone Black in a similar scenario as you. So look into cases like that.

As for this, I mean... The news 😅 police brutality against Black people is so regular that I find myself struggling sometimes to remember which body got which murder over the years, there's so many. Start reading Black abolitionists who write on the topic, for sure. There are also activists who write on it in general; The New Jim Crow is an easy one; even though it's older, things have gotten no better. The documentary 13th; runs in the similar vein of how law enforcement, policy, and the prison industrial complex preys on Black bodies using "color blind" racism to fill prisons for free labor.

Actually, I'm gonna issue you a personal challenge- I also want you to find five news article examples of police brutality against Black people and read both the articles AND some of the comment section of white commenters. I promise by the time you're done, you'll see how police brutality against Black people is responded to. Hell, even on here. Sonya Massey, Jordan Neely; the antiblackness bled from the average Tumblr commenter on those cases.

Read articles of the families left behind and how even in death, we cannot rest; George Floyd's murder sparked mass protest in Summer 2020 and people still tease his daughter about her father's murder. You can even go back in time and read, from lynchings in the 30s to the riots in the 60s and 90s; the rhetoric is generally the same, even if the language isn't overt anymore.

[resident-dumb-fuck]

richard iii dashboard simulator. i thought it would be funny and here we are

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what if i caused problems on purpose <3

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oh no... i cant believe the king is having my brother killed... oh noooo

#FUCK YOU GEORGE

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man i miss my husband and father in law

🐗halfhearteddickjoke

hey

💥ladyanne

shut the fuck up you literally killed them??? get off my post

🐗halfhearteddickjoke

can i try rizzing you up

💥ladyanne

um. sure?

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i can't believe i'm saying this but this is kind of working.

🧍‍♂️gentleman-retainer

anyone else in this thread smoke weed

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🌹lancaster-official Follow

you all suck.

@/elizabeth-woodville your son will die and you will be deposed and youre gonna die SAD and ALONE.

@/river-severn @/dorset-sheep and @/billhastings you're gonna get executed

@/halfhearteddickjoke hm. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. nobody hang out with this conniving bitch i hate him i hate him so much and i am three seconds away from killing him constantly.

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get off tumblr margaret we're in court

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he's not gonna want you as his boytoy forever

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WE'RE NOT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP??????

🌹lancaster-official

i've seen you talk to him. i know what you are

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just heard george duke of clarence say "snork mimi" aloud i'm gonna [remembers that suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health] request to be moved away from guarding his cell

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update: so it turns out the malmsey wine is unusable, for related reasons to this man.

#fuckin. dead body in the malmsey. cant have nice things around here #i hate my job so bad

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yayyy everybody is friends now :)

🐗halfhearted-dick-joke

dude you literally killed clarence??? you cant be having other people making friends youre a murderer

eddie-baby-deactivated

WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT I CANCELED THAT ORDER???

🐗halfhearted-dick-joke

you killed that guy man what the fuck. you cant be doing that

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I regret to inform you all that the king has died.

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dude my sons GOTTA stop dying. this is so fucked.

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i do so love to cause problems on purpose :)

#sorry to any family members of lords rivers, vaughan, and grey. um. you will not be seeing them anymore! <3

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preteens are so scary for no reason??? had to interact with two for work and like. they suck so bad. "i fear no uncles dead" shut the fuck up you smartass little shit. also had to explain to them the history of the tower of london which. i don't fucking know that shit! i don't know who built the tower of london! it sure as fuck wasn't julius caesar!

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SOMEONE has got to stop waking me up in the middle of the night to hear their dreams

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oh what the fuck.

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crazy day at work today

#never go outside to get strawberries worst mistake of my life #came back in the room and they were accusing hastings of witchcraft. like sure yeah i guess

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richard duke of gloucester should be king because not only are edward v and richard duke of york illegitimate but also so was edward iv. also richard duke of gloucester is just. kind of an all around good guy! as opposed to edward iv who ah. how do i put this in a manner that isn't horribly offensive. yeah okay figured it out. not a great person! unpleasant to be around!

also if you wanna know what was up with hastings he was a traitor don't worry about it.

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RICHARD. RICHARD WHEN I CATCH YOU RICHARD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN KING OF ENGLAND

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shit dude that one vine wasn't lying. what the fuck richard

#i have to leave immediately. jesus fucking christ man.

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

yay king of england :) i will be very good at this i feel

#everybody's always like "what the fuck richard you can't kill two kids" or "why would you do that" and never like "was it fun having those preteens killed. it looked fun"

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@/halfhearteddickjoke FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

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wow everything is going so bad. what the entire shit @/fuckinghim

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ughhh margaret was right. NOT ABOUT THE BOYTOY THING

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hi ive been here the whole time. ive done the math and i do technically have a claim to the throne :)

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

i cant believe im saying this but i did just have an ebenezer scrooge moment. god i hate it here.

#maybe i am a bad person

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wow richard has died :) i cant believe i am the king now! yayyyy

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final message from op! sorry everyone. im so annoying about this forever

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What the hell is a "cue es em pee"

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I'm reporting you for your own good m8

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and also because you don't tag the months-old interactions with mariana you keep reblogging and I don't wanna see that shit on my dash lmao

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you can come over and test it on me instead if i'm closer. like not in a weird way you can just hit me and I'll tell you how close I am to dying, how much blood I've lost etc

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fuck okay- pac I've been meaning to talk to you about this. Listen.

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Hello! May I have a request for Soshiro Hoshina from kaiju no 8 with a fem reader? (Maybe a one shot or not)

Reader is a subordinate of the third division and is suddenly cold or distant or even pushing him away whenever he tried to interact her (but only follows him when it's necessary or on the mission). He's like fell for reader even he even screw the 'no attachment' rule he made.

Reader is hard to approach and a heartbreaker if someone ever confessed her because in reality she's afraid of falling in love but also falls for Hoshina. She thinks the vice captain prefer his duties than a relationship (or thinks he's into with Okonogi) that's why reader pushing him away so that he won't fall for her.

But then Hoshina had enough and confronted reader to snap out their head or try to prove his love for them.

My apologies for a angst request, I been angsty mood after I accidentally stumbled Hoshina angsts in Tumblr (lol) but don't worry there's a happy end of this request. But feel free to reject this request!

To Fall In Line (Soshiro Hoshina x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝗢𝗟. 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻/𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽. 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂!! 𝙚𝙝,, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙝

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s not in you to disobey orders like this. But…

“I said look at me, soldier.”

…you just can’t bring yourself to do it. Not this time.

You swallow thickly, and the sound your nervous action makes is all too loud and quiet at the same time. Still, you do nothing. You can do nothing. It feels like it’s no longer you in control of yourself anymore. It feels like it’s not you who could still your shaking hands as they grip themselves as hard as they can into tight fists, just by your side. It feels like you who could not open your lungs more to take in the air that threatens not to comply with your needs the longer you sit here, dwelling. But perhaps worse of all, it feels like it’s not you who controls your eyes. Your eyes that remain open. Your eyes that refuse to look anywhere higher than the chin of the man in front of you. Despite being asked to. Despite being ordered to.

You’re disobeying him. That’s what it must look like to your superior. That you’re simply disobeying him. But you can’t. You just can’t do it. Why can’t you do it?

You swallow again. This time, the sound is more audible and shakier than before. You think it makes things worse for you. You think that because instantly, your vice-captain’s jaw clenches as his head angles down and his muscles tighten under his suit. He takes a step forward. Then two. And then three. The space cornered you yourself in was a small, tight storage closet. Somewhere far off from the main hallway. In the beginning, he had enough mercy within himself to give you space. But now, he’s out of mercy. Just like you were out of luck from the moment he pulled you aside and dragged you away from training with the rest of the crew.

For what reason? You don’t know. All you can do is mentally brace yourself now. But for what? You don’t know that either. All you know is that you’re making it worse. By not responding. By shaking. By not looking at him. By disobeying.

But you just don’t know how to stop.

“That was an order, you know.” Vice-Captain Hoshina’s voice is eerily calm when he finally decides to speak up again. It’s far too quiet and it’s far too close as he leans into your space and utters the words by your ear. And it does too much to you. The tenseness of his voice strikes the fear that it needs to in your heart, yes. But it does something else to it too. Something you’re ashamed to admit. Something that you just couldn’t shake, no matter how hard you tried to avoid getting close to him. Something that is unbecoming of a soldier and her Vice-Captain. Something, that you have a horrible feeling about why you can’t look him in the eyes right now. Not while you’re alone. Not while you’re so close. “I said…LOOK AT ME!”

His snarl is sudden. You could almost hear the dangerous curl of his lip as he barked his order at you once more. But now… now, you can see it too. Because the moment the words left his mouth, his hand had reached for your jaw with blinding speed and a bruising grip. You barely had time to yelp before your head was being yanked up to meet his eyes.

His darkened, furious eyes.

It’s not the first time one of your superiors has gotten physical with you. It’s how life goes when you’re a weapon for your country. It’s something that you’re used to. Something that you shouldn’t even be surprised by. But for the first time in a while, you find yourself looking at your Vice-Captain head-on. You find yourself staring into a face that you come to respect so much twisted up in rage at your actions. Narrowed eyes, deep frowns, and barred teeth. The whole nine yards.

And because of that, something inside your cracks. 

“I’m sorry,” It comes out in words that just barely exist above a whisper. But in the small, tight space he has you trapped in, you might as well have been shouting it. You barely even pay attention to the tears prickling at your eyes. Because all you can see right now is the fury of your superior- your Vice Captain Hoshina- and how badly you have failed him. “I’m…I’m sorry…”

Or rather, all you can see is the man that you ultimately fell in love with despite your best efforts not to…and just how much hate must hold for an incomplete soldier like you.

At least, that’s what you thought at first. 

“You…”

The Vice Captain’s voice takes a while to manifest. But when it does, it’s as shaky and unsure as you are. But it’s also soft. Painfully soft. Softer than you thought he was capable of. The same goes for his expression and his body too. The instant your words rang throughout the room, you could tell the energy of the moment shifted. You could tell by the way he froze before you. You could tell by the way his grip relaxed and his eyes widened in surprise. You could tell by the way he looked at you like you weren’t a soldier. Like you were some type of fragile thing that he didn’t mean to hurt. It’s different. It’s odd. It’s the last thing you expected. But somehow, it’s still him.

“You…”

He trails off again as the body loses all of its previous tenseness from before. You feel like your breaths are too short and your heart is too loud for you to hear his next words. But it’s truly him, who does not know what to say. It’s truly him who does not speak. Instead, he lets his hair fall over his eyes as a shuttered breath passes uneasily through his lips. The hand on your chin falls limply to his side, though you refuse to move from the spot that he held you in- unsure of what’s to come. In the meantime, the man before you sways roughly, as if in a fragile and upset state of mind himself. As if you were the one doing the yelling. As if you were the one who had ruled over him. As if what you said and what you thought of him were truly worthy of his thought and time and attention.

And so, a beat of silence passes. And then another. And another. And another. 

Until finally, finally…

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, do you?”

It comes out rough, but desperate. Like he needs an answer. Like he needs an answer to breathe again. And It’s an odd question, that much you can admit. Though, it’s an even odder situation that the two of you are currently in. But despite this, you already know your answer. 

You want to shake your head. You don’t know what you’re apologizing for. You don’t know at all. But you want this to stop. You want him to stop being mad at you. But god,  you must look so pathetic right now. You know you’re supposed to be stronger than this. You know you always were stronger than this. But it’s because it’s him. Because it’s been him who had been pressing you playfully for all these weeks about the recent string of confessions you’ve gotten from other members of your cohort. It’s been him who has been acting so concerned whenever you started getting skittish around him and tried to avoid being alone with him. 

So you want to shake your head. You want to shake your head because you don’t know what exactly you’re apologizing for right now, but you know that you’re just sorry for some many things. For disobeying orders. For acting so childish. For behaving so weirdly. For falling for him. For all those things. For all those things and more.

But you never get the chance. You never get the chance to explain yourself. You never get the chance to express the sentiment or make things right. Because before you knew it?

He’s swooping in, and kissing you. And because it’s not in you to disobey orders like this…

…you kiss him right back too.

[primofate]

About boycotting Genshin Impact: Natlan skin colour issue and McDonalds.

(Read if you care about these issues and care about what I'm doing.)

If you are only here for a TLDR and want to know if I'm still writing Genshin fanfiction here's the short story: (I appreciate all the encouraging messages and all the love, but I may need to find another platform if things aren't working out here. If that day comes I will surely post over here and let you know where I've gone, but for now, though it is quite unpleasant, I do like and am used to the tumblr format. )

Long post starts here:

Decided to finally say something about this, because I feel like I've read up adequately about things.

First off, to the anon who claimed that I didn't care (who revealed their real identity in my inbox and apologized) I appreciate your bravery and also appreciate the apology. But I'm not going to lie to you, I don't really care for your presence around here, specially after what happened.

About the Natlan issue and the lack of tan/brown/dark skinned colour characters,

I understand why people are upset. I had a conversation with someone about this on tumblr, on how me, myself, I get upset when there is a lack of FEMALE main characters in games (I am mostly talking about the Persona Franchise, the main characters are always MALE, time and time again I always wait for a FEMALE MC, but am always disappointed that it hasn't happened EXCEPT of course, for P3 Portable and P2EP. Finally you had the option to play as Female, but that was it. I mean, it's 2024. WHY is there a lack of FEMALE MC in Persona? Anyhow, that is a different topic altogether.) so I can see how it could be disappointing for POC to see less or even NO characters that are POC.

That part, I totally understand.

All of your actions, boycotting, not rolling, not playing the game, being free to play, I UNDERSTAND all of that.

Now, recently there has been a big issue with Genshin Impact collaborating with McDonalds, because the chain supports Israel (but McDonalds is a franchise... and different owners have different ways of using their ownership of the chain/profit they make off it, so idk how that equals to all McDonalds support Israel. Educate me on this if I'm wrong.) People are saying that they are uninstalling the game because of it.

Again, I UNDERSTAND why you would do that.

I think what I need to address is what I am going to do.

And I'm not gunna lie to you, I don't think I'm going to stop playing the game (and I don't spend much money in game in the first place).

Does it mean that I support the bad situations they've put themselves in or the bad choices they've made? No, but of course there will be people who will say I play the game = I support their thoughts. Can it not just be simply I play the game = I enjoy the game/story?

I am being transparent and I think that's better than some of the people online who keep saying they won't play anymore but you KNOW some of them still do. Like, come on. Don't lie.

If that makes me a bad person according to you judgers out there, then so be it. Who really are you to claim I'm a bad person just because I play a game? Do you know what kinds of things I do in real life? What groups I help out and what organizations I donate to? What really do you know about what I do in real life? Maybe think about that before pointing your finger at someone online, and maybe think about what YOU are doing in real life too, instead of just being keyboard fighters, have you done anything to enhance the lives of other people?

Am I still going to write Genshin fanfiction?

Honestly if I stop doing it, it's because the interaction here on tumblr has been so toxic. LESS people commenting and interacting, I don't really mind much because I enjoy writing in general, I don't do it for you, I do it for me.

I am STILL writing, but at a slower pace because of my real life plus everything that's surrounding the game and the toxicity at the moment. I am even considering not posting on tumblr and just releasing stories like Ruthless Prince, stories that would be available through physical copy or ebooks that you have to pay for (that way I don't get nasty interactions and messages and those who really want to read my stuff can just pay and enjoy it) but as you all know, I'm not money hungry, I still post a lot of free stuff over here, but again, I'm not going to lie, there isn't much reason for me to post on tumblr anymore, specially with all the controversies and attacking going on.

I appreciate all the encouraging messages and all the love, but I may need to find another platform if things aren't working out here. If that day comes I will surely post over here and let you know where I've gone, but for now, though it is quite unpleasant, I do like and am used to the tumblr format.

The End.

[xechu]

Silent Night

♡︎ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

♡︎ Word count: 1.4K

♡︎ Warnings: please read my blog's rules before interacting. 18+ mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, quickie, nsfw

♡︎ Tags: one shot, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-curse au

♡︎ Prompt: Your boyfriend's been holding back, and tonight, he can't take it anymore!!!

♡︎ A/N: Happy Holidays! Satoru is so needy. But who wouldn't be needy for Y/N? ;) I have a Sukuna oneshot coming up, just making some final edits, and I think that will be it until the new year. I don't ever foresee myself posting at this frequency, but I told myself when I first started this blog, that I'll have at least three pieces solidified before making my first post. Thank you so much for reading. x

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Satoru has currently found himself in a predicament: the fierce battle of self-restraint versus desire. And when it involved you, it always seemed to be a losing fight. The last week has been excruciating, to say the least. Your family had decided to come over for the holidays for the first time, which meant that your sexy time was also put on pause until they left—because heaven forbid they find out that Satoru has been giving it to their precious daughter in the most obscene and nastiest of ways.

Truth be told, Satoru understood. If he had a daughter like you, he'd be fiercely protective, too. Your parents were not the overbearing type, but that didn't make anything better—in fact, it made it worse. Satoru felt like he couldn't let them down; he didn't want to. Your parents would always smile at him and thank him for taking such good care of their daughter. Your mother would pinch his cheeks and tell him how handsome he was, and your father would give him big pats on his back while heartily laughing and commenting on how strong he looked. It was a sight to behold; you could practically see him wagging his tail every time they complimented him, and, to be honest, it warmed your heart—and something else, too.

Tonight marked the sixth night; just two more days and he will have his sweetheart all to himself again. And you best be ready, because he will make damn sure the two of you make up for lost time. Just two more days. It played in his head like a mantra, but it didn't quell the raging boner that he currently had. It also didn't help that he was spooning you, and you would rub up against him every time you shuffled in your sleep.

Satoru sharply inhales, trying to calm himself down, but his heart continued to race—he was getting too excited. He sighed in frustration and thought he should just go to the bathroom and finish the job on his own. But he didn't want that; he wanted you. He looked over at you and saw that you were fast asleep. He knew you had been exhausted, making sure that the home was ready and keeping your parents entertained. It was selfish, but a quickie was all he was asking for. Surely, that wasn't too big of an ask, right?

"Sweetheart," he whispered, as he checked to see if you were truly asleep. When you didn't stir, he tried again, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Baby." But you were knocked out cold.

Yes, it was filthy. He was a horndog who couldn't keep his hands off of you, even for a few days. But when it came to you, Satoru knows no shame; it was too difficult to resist you. He felt his last shreds of self-restraint slowly breaking away. He couldn't help himself—his hand drifted under your shirt, seeking the warmth of your skin. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his palm glided over your side, his fingers gently squeezing your waist. Slowly, he ventured upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. He swore under his breath—it wasn't enough; he needed more.

Satoru tugged at the hem of your shirt, exposing the soft skin of your back. He pressed kisses along the curve of your shoulder as his hands continued to explore, seeking out your breasts. A contented groan rumbled in his throat as he cupped your fullness, his thumbs teasing your buds as they harden under his touch.

"Oh, my love," he breathed. His hips involuntarily ground against you, his erection pressing into the curve of your ass. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His hand drifted lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. And, to his delightful surprise, he found you slick and ready for him. A devilish smirk played on his lips—you had been holding back, and your body craved him just as much as he craved you.

"I'll help you unwind. You've been such a good girl." He coated his fingers in your slickness and began to rub your clit. "You could have just told me you wanted this, baby."

That's when your eyes flew open. This wasn't some lewd dream—it was very real.

"S-Satoru!" You whisper-shouted as you smacked his hand away and sat up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ow—sweetheart," he pouted, "It's too much. I need you. I can't hold back anymore."

"But my parents will be gone in two days. Can't you just wait?" you hissed.

"No, I can't," he shook his head, and placed your hand on top of his painfully hard wood. "See? I can't wait anymore. Please, baby. We'll be quiet."

You bit your bottom lip. You'd be the world's biggest liar if you said you weren't aching for him, too. It wasn't just Satoru who was having a hard time.

"Please," he begged, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You groaned; you hated when he begged because it always worked.

"Please, sweetheart. It'll be quick."

"Fine, but you have to promise to be really quiet," you surrendered.

Satoru's face lit up with a grin. Within seconds, he was on top of you, his weight shifting the bed. He quickly stripped away your remaining clothing, his own clothes following suit. It was clear that he had been holding back, and he has now reached a point of desperate need.

He slipped his finger inside you, checking your readiness. "Is it alright if I go in? I'll make it up to you next time." he whispered.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat.

Satoru aligned himself with your entrance, dipping his tip in and out a few times before slowly sinking his entire length into you. You bit down on your hand to muffle the moan that threatened to escape.

He started to move slowly, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Mm, the bed, Satoru..." you whispered, concern flickering in your eyes.

"Shh, they won't hear it. I promise," he assured you.

You buried your face in his chest, muffling your cries as he thrusted in and out of you. The silence of the night amplified the creaking of the bed and the squelching sounds of your joined bodies. As Satoru hit your sweet spot over and over, you clawed at his back—a silent way to convey your pleasure.

"You're so tight. Are you close?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You nodded, a soft whimper escaping as you bit your lip.

"Shit, me too." he groaned, quickening his pace.

"Ha—" as you felt your orgasm rushing toward you. Your breath hitched as a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to consume you. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as your release washed over you. Simultaneously, Satoru stiffened above you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own climax. He groaned low, as he spilled himself into you, his hot seed coating your walls.

Satoru collapsed onto you, his body limp and completely spent. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You knew that staying quiet during sex would be especially challenging for Satoru, considering how vocal he was—in and outside of the bedroom. You stroked his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, and planted a kiss on his damp temple.

"God, you have no idea how badly I needed that." He chuckled lowly.

"Me too, Toru." You smiled and quietly laughed.

---

The following morning, you found your parents bright and early in the kitchen. Your mother was busy at the stove, preparing breakfast, while your father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through the news.

"Morning," you offered, a sheepish smile on your face.

"Morning, honey," your mother replied, her voice warm.

"Satoru still asleep?" your father asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't get to sleep in often, so he's taking advantage," you explained with a nod. "Did you two sleep well last night?"

"Slept like a log," your father grinned, stretching his arms above his head.

Phew. You let out an internal sigh of relief, grateful that your parents hadn't overheard last night's antics.

"Your place is like a five-star hotel!" your mother exclaimed, while flipping pancakes. "I slept like a baby."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your stay," you said, contentment clear in your voice.

Your father leaned back in his chair, giving you a playful look. "So, you and Satoru planning to tie the knot any time soon?" he teased, wiggling his bushy eyebrows.

"Honey!" your mother chided, shaking her head. "Leave the youngsters alone. They'll get married when they're ready." But you knew your mother was just as eager to have a son-in-law.

You laughed, blush dusting your face. In these moments, you realize that you were perfectly content with how things were between you and Satoru. It didn't matter where life led the two of you, as long as you were together.

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[alexanderwales]

I was reading something on (probably) tumblr about how etiquette offers a lot of social scripts that we don't really have anymore, and an "ugh small talk" mentality is one of the ways in which things can just stay awkward, and wouldn't it be nice if people could pick up those patterns again? Especially for people who are neurodivergent?

And I thought "wait, what?"

Because yeah, sure, having an explicit set of steps to follow in a conversation seems like it would be helpful for people who are anxious or autistic, etiquette can serve as guardrails.

... but explicit written etiquette that you learns must necessarily exist alongside unwritten social rules, right? And I have to imagine that it's extremely upsetting and frustrating to be told "hey, follow these rules and you'll be fine" and then you do that, and you're not fine, because actually, the rules weren't enough, either there are some rules that no one told you, or social interaction is more than a set of rules to follow, or I don't know, "the vibes were off".

So someone hands you a rulebook, and you study it diligently, and it still kind of doesn't help you? And other people are doing better socially, and they're not following the rulebook?

I'm neurotypical, so I don't know, but my model is that yes, an explicit set of social scripts really would help ... but would also fall short in important and obvious ways that would be enormously frustrating and confusing.