#seeing colors

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Seeing you re-blog Seeing Red has given me minute hope that you might write seeing blue 🥺

Hi anon! 💖

So this is a very loaded ask with a lot of explanations behind it so please bear with me. (Also, while it was originally going to be called Seeing Blue, this last part will now either be Seeing Clear or Seeing Clearly)

First, I always try to reblog any and all reblogs others do of my fics where they have commented so that is why Seeing Red was recently reblogged.

Second, I know I have been promising the last chapter of Seeing Colors for a long time and I am so sorry it still isn't finished. It is something that weighs on me a lot because people have been so supportive and loving in regards to this series and I feel like I have let them down 🥺

Third, I've got it about 80% finished at this point, but I just am stuck in the middle and haven't been able to figure out how to bridge the beginning and end.

Fourth, I have been going through a LOT of personal and work stress the last three months. It has taken up a vast majority of my time and emotional energy so I haven't had the time or mindset to write much lately.

Fifth, I've become very discouraged with posting on Tumblr. My fics get decent likes, less than 10 reblogs, and practically no feedback or comments. Also, anytime I post ask games, GIFs I make, or original posts, they are almost always completely ignored. While I completely understand I am not owed any interaction on anything I post, it just has worn me down over time and really started making me feel like all people care about is my fics and couldn't care less about the person behind them (I know this is probably not true, but it hits on a lot of IRL insecurities I have and has been damaging my motivation and mental status). Because of this, the free time I have had to write, I have been focusing on an original story I hope might be able to be published at some time in the future (hey, a girl can dream).

Anon, I know your ask was not meant with any kind of malice and I am so sorry if my response seemed rude or aggressive. It is all just things I have had on my chest lately and it all just sort of spilled out. So I am sorry.

Thank you for you reading my fics (or at least my Seeing Colors series) and thank you for your interest in this series. I will try my best to finish it soon. 💖

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Can we get a sneak peak/ summary for the new part?

Wink wink nudge nudge

Fine, since you twisted my arm 😘💖

Here is a sneak peek at the next part to Seeing Red and Seeing Green. It is from the part when Reader and Clark are first reunited after her resurrection:

Suddenly, there is a loud thud behind you, and a voice growls, “Who the hell are you? How did you get into this place?”

Relief floods through you at the sound and you release the breath you hadn’t even realized you had been holding. There was never a guarantee this plan would work but now that it has, you say, “You gave me a key.” Then you turn to face him.

Both you and Clark gasp simultaneously, shocked by the visage of the person before you. The man standing looking back at you is not the Clark you remember. His eyes are bloodshot and surrounded by large, dark shadows, his cheeks are sunken beneath a rough beard, and he looks like a shell of the man that you knew. 

“Clark…” you breathe as you take a step toward him, but he steps back as you do.

“What are you?” he whispers, his eyes wide as they scan over you, looking for any clue as to how you are here.

You scoff softly, trying to ease some of the stifling tension that had filled the room. “Wow, thanks. It’s good to see you too.”

But Clark shook his head. “This isn’t possible. I killed you. I felt your heart stop while my hand was still buried in your chest.”

You shiver slightly and this time not because of the cold. Remembering what happened always sent a phantom pain through your chest and left you momentarily breathless. However, you try to ignore it and push on. “Yeah, well, we both know that death isn’t always the end. Damien called in some favors with his grandfather and Ra’s allowed them to use one of the Lazurus Pits. It wasn't a pleasurable experience but I’m back.”

[theboxfort]

Peace and love

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this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[lokh]

DO YOU SEE MY VISION... DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY COULD BECOME

[sunlit-mess]

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[dragonomatopoeia]

i'm always a bit unsettled by disdain for intellectual or creative labor in leftist spaces. there's this commonly held belief that academics are a bunch of rich old white men, rather than a wide variety of people who are barely getting by. most lecturers in universities are adjuncts living paycheck to paycheck. authors make very little money as a general rule. most researchers are overworked and underpaid. and yet there's still this idea that academics are overcompensated to sit around and smoke cigars together while making shit up

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[ninjasmudge]

thats a red flag narinder, get that crown back while you still can

+ top panel without text below the cut

[canisalbus]

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Hi, so I know I have already asked this a while back, but I was wondering if you were going to post "Seeing Blue" anytime soon? I really enjoy the story line and feel the need to have closure with it. Either way, love your stories boo! 💗💗

Hi!

I know I keep promising this and I am so sorry! I was working on it again recently but then work got insane! However, I am very close to finishing it and I do hope to very soon!

I really appreciate the love and support for this series and I am so sorry I keep dropping the ball with it. But thank you for remaining interested and invested in it! It really does help me stay motivated to finish it! 💖

PS. This final part will no longer be called "Seeing Blue" but either "Seeing Clear" or "Seeing Clearly"! 🥰

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

For the word ask; blue, hands and kiss!

Thank you, Fe!!! 💖💖💖 I really appreciate this!!!

I have a few uses of "blue", but here is one from a Victorian!Bob fic I am working on:

“I think it is wonderful,” he said, his blue eyes sparkingly like the sea behind his wireframes. “Literature of any form should not be restricted to a single group of people. Everyone should be free to explore the written word as much as they would like.”

I have a lot of "hand" uses, but only one "hands". This is from the final part of my Seeing Colors series with Batsis:

"He told me over and over again it was fine, that he knew it wasn’t really me, but it didn’t make it any easier. I still remember the feel of his throat in my hands, how he struggled and pleaded with me though I didn’t comprehend his words until later, how he gasped and coughed for air when they finally pried me off of him. I did that to my brother. And even though he’s fine, I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

I surprisingly don't have that many uses of the word kiss! But here is one for Part 2 of my Presumed Dead series with Rick Flag:

You were standing at the sink washing the breakfast dishes in your tact pants and tank top, already prepared for the day. Rick slipped silently across the room with nothing but a towel tied low across his hips. As he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, he pulled you tight against his bare chest. When he began peppering soft kisses across your neck, you hummed as your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back against his shoulder.

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

[heartorbit]

[foervraengd]

Tried to recreate one of my old digital paintings in oils

[hyolks]

hey wait why are there only short people at this drive in