#would be nice if you rb and like haha

[dearfizz]

Not So Shoujo Love Story Hanna Characterisation in Ep 91

it's the explosion episode

spoilers until ep 103. I also gush and compliment @curryukuu 's writing in this. She isn't active on tumblr as much anymore but if she sees this, hi.

Re-reading this episode makes me focus a lot more on Hanna's pov instead of the explosion. Hanna was distancing herself from Rei. There is a canon explanation now in ep 103 where Hanna said that she was jealous and felt inferior and that she wasn't good enough. BUT I HAVE MY OWN INTERPRETATION.

Hanna's dialogue in ep 103

TO ME, she wanted to abandon feelings of Rei. I know it's very unlike Hanna because she loves Rei so so so much, BUT HEAR ME OUT (if there's anyone out there reading this)

She's been chasing Rei for like a season and a half by now. In season 2, Rei's a lot more responsive to Hanna's flirting (it was so much insufferable good lord I felt like a third wheeler read their interaction sometimes).

(weird basketball(?) analogy here) The ball has kinda just stayed in her court since FOREVER. Like I know that Rei said that she cannot return Hanna's romantic feelings. The ball her is Hanna's feelings btw and it's just... been there. Rei doesn't mind that Hanna has been romantically interested in her since ep 1. Heck, she doesn't even mind advances and flirting from Hanna. HOWEVER, as of S2 Rei has only been toying with it. Rei is literally flirting back with Hanna. Both unintentionally and intentionally. I'm sure Hanna's aware of whatever, not platonic tension, both of them have. But Rei not passing the ball back after all of that toying IS a move in of itself.

At this point, Rei is STILL holding on to her comphet version of love. (idk if their sexuality have been canonized, but Rei is so lesbian to me. It really makes sense to me thematically, but if Rei is canon as bi I would respect that. I would keep the idea of Lesbian Rei to myself). Shoujo mangas really was a trauma coping mechanism. That in turned, really made her have internalised comphet. The whole point of her trying to find the perfect guy was because she didn't want to end up like her parents. It's so hard to throw away something that was literally your will to live (I assume) for, like, what a decade of your life?

So after Hanna's visit to her house, she finally gets why Rei's not passing the ball back. At that bridge, I'm pretty sure she's convinced a romantic relationship is never going to come out of it. Ever. For Hanna, it's better to just pack your back, distance yourself, and move on. If I was Hanna, I would have literally done the same. Like, just imagine. Your girl is really REALLY adamant in finding the perfect guy. And you're not a guy. There is no point in any of this flirting and advances anymore. It's better to leave those feelings behind. It's just. Not meant to be. That's how life is in reality.

IF this story is a lot more realistic, Rei would have confronted Hanna about why Hanna's distancing herself from her. Let's just say that MY interpretation of why Hanna is actually canon. Rei would respect Hanna's wishes of wanting to be distant with her. Rei and Hanna would be physically and emotionally apart. This is the period where Rei reflects and realizes that hey, I want Hanna in my life. And in a romantic way. Throw in some angst in there. Then Rei would confess to Hanna. Boom they get together. Idk how this would turn out with the Canon reason, but I think it would be roughly the same?

BUT THIS STORY IS A FEVER DREAM, AND I LOVE NSSLS STORY BECAUSE OF THAT

Did you check nssls tag on webtoon? It's COMEDY. Not romance (even though it's very romcom to me). There shall not be long-lasting angst. Nuh uh. Not in this household. So curryuku does what curryuku does best. Cook up an unhinged plotline.

Alien world domination plot is now REAL and CANON from ep 92 - 102. Rei got Isekai-ed and is thrown into a world that she has been wanting and dreaming for so long. A world where she can chase and pine for the perfect, handsomest guy. A world where she has a perfect family. But she realizes that this isn't what she wanted. She wanted her friend's back. She wanted Taro back. But most importantly

she realizes she wants Hanna.

More than that perfect, handsomest guy that she's been dreaming of. That plotline did exactly just that. It achieves the same thing as my small reality au paragraph does. But in its own unique.

The Rei Isekai-ed episodes really felt like curryuku was holding me by the scruff. THE ABSOLUTE CHOKEHOLD IT HAS ON ME. No plot line in that comic, heck even media, has ever had that effect on me. Life LITERALLY stopped for like 5 min every Tuesday for me. Idc if I have class going on rn I'm going to read it in class (I'm in architecture, and the class is just consultation. The lecturer really isn't teaching anything it's a 1-1 thing). It had me on the edge of my seat. It had me crying and screaming. LIKE LOOK AT THIS PANEL.

That's honestly so much better than a love confession imo. It was so sweet it made me sick. My friends are SO sick of me talking about nssls for like 2 months ish. The only complaint I had was that I just wish the arc had lasted more than 10 episodes. But I really don't mind that much.

Idk how to end this. Curryuku, your brain is so fascinating. Thank you for producing nssls. Seriously. I might get a nssls tattoo.

[luvnami]

shinazugawa sanemi is NOT the love interest of my dream office romcom! - chapter 4 (tell me)

an | notes at the end. likes/rbs/comments appreciated <3 find the masterlist here cw/wc | lovesick fools, mdni (18+), 2.2k+

It’s Saturday and you’re on an economy flight to Okinawa. Out of context, it seems like a dream. Sandy beaches, cultural heritage sites, black sugar desserts… You’d be ten times, no, a thousand times more excited if you weren’t sitting next to your boss. 

Shinazugawa sits strapped into his seat, his legs cast wide open and bumping into your knee. You have to shimmy to the other end of your seat so that you can avoid touching him. Unfortunately, Shinazugawa takes it as an invitation to spread his legs even wider than before, forcing you to sit uncomfortably in order to make space for him. 

“Shinazugawa,” you say placidly. “You’re really considerate of my personal space, you know?”

You smile sweetly. Too sweetly, in fact, that Shinazugawa finds it eerie, and mumbles something along the lines of ‘my bad’. You force your legs open and bump into his knee, hard. Shinazugawa keeps his legs to himself after that. 

The flight takes about two and a half hours to Okinawa’s Ishigaki airport from Tokyo. You’d love to work on that multichapter story you have going on, but you quite obviously can’t let Shinazugawa see the skeletons in your closet one more time. Instead, you close your eyes and put on your headphones. 

As much as you have written fanfiction about perfect relationships more times than you can count – surprising your partner with a bouquet of flowers, heated make-out make-up sessions in the rain, cute domestic moments –  your real life experience regarding love and romance is lacking. No one you dated was really that great or lasted that long. Once you entered the workforce, you’d been too busy to even think about entertaining someone else’s time. 

You’ve gone through a whole assortment of partners: cheaters, manipulators, gaslighters, mommy’s boys, gold diggers, even the one person who tried to steal your underwear. The bar is quite literally in hell. Despite this, you’ve found that many of the partners over the course of your life seem to stumble over it anyways. Dating apps are a shitfest of ‘looking for a good time’, which translates into ‘looking for a quick fuck’. Chance encounters leaves creeps who include stalkers, perverts, and possibly psychopaths, which you would love to avoid for your own safety. 

Shinazugawa sits firmly in the ‘No Dating’ category because he’s your boss (though you may be inclined to move him to a greyer area, given the chance). Office relationships are more trouble than what they’re worth and rumours spread through the departments faster than a forest fire. Last week, you heard that Uzui from Graphic Design got caught with not one, but three employees outside a love hotel. You shudder at the thought of having your personal life turning into office gossip, a quick laugh for employees who linger in the break room too long. Though, the whole foursome thing sounds pretty interesting, and you stow that memory away for a future writing project. 

You may be strongly against dating your boss, but he does have some redeeming qualities. For what it’s worth, Shinazugawa is good-looking and… kind? The adjective floats in the air, and you’re unsure if you’ve actually had him be nice to you. He’s usually annoyed at most things. On the off chance he isn’t, Shinazugawa’s eating some sort of traditional sweet. Rumours say he once smiled while drinking matcha, though you doubt that. 

You wouldn’t peg Shinazugawa (haha) to be the most gentlemanly, kindhearted person in the world, but surely there’s some good in his cold, dark heart. Either that or the stroke game might make up for it. You don’t know if you want to know the answer to that one. 

You try to think about something other than boning your boss. 

You try really, really hard. 

.

When you land, a driver picks you up from the airport and drives you to the ferry terminal, where you and Shinazugawa catch a boat ride from Ishigaki to Taketomi island. You’re thankful you’re not easily seasick, but the short trip makes Shinazugawa look like he’s ready to throw up overboard. You pretend not to notice. 

The island is quiet, with a population of about 300 people. It’s a life away from Tokyo. For once, you aren’t assaulted with the familiar trill of a Suntory advertisement, or neon lights raging from a dingy bar. The sunlight is pleasantly warm, making the back of your neck damp. You take in a slow, deep breath of the ocean air. It’s refreshing. 

Your accommodation for the night is a short walk away. A few stray cats loiter shyly by the front gate, staring at you with their narrow pupils till you get too close and they scamper off into the bushes. The owner is a pleasant middle-aged man. He shows you the annexed guest house and the amenities, before leaving you and Shinazugawa to settle down. 

A cool wave of air conditioning hits you as you enter the guest house, making your skin prickle. You instantly spot two twin beds. Thank god. It isn’t quite as secure as having separate rooms, but you guess that management was already trying to cut down the budget on your trip, so this will have to do.

You’re quick to claim the bed nearest to the wall. If anything happens, you could pretend to be asleep and have your back turned to Shinazugawa. You have a myriad of backup plans just in case of the trip going south. Including, but not limited to: getting diarrhoea, falling and getting caught in Shinazugawa’s buff arms, him finding your ugly high waisted grandma underwear, or even sneaking through your phone and discovering your writing blog. The solution to one of those situations may include you ‘disappearing’ off the coast of Taketomi. You’d catch an early ferry back, dispose of a fake corpse off the beach, move back to your rural hometown and plant vegetables for the rest of your life.  

You like to think of yourself as overprepared, and not so much an overthinker. 

Honestly, you weren’t exactly pleased about sharing a room. What if Shinazugawa smothers you to death with a pillow? What if he finds out you snore and tells everyone at work? Or worst of all, what if you’re gassy in your sleep and fart bomb your boss? You can’t exactly quell all your fears, you suppose. You simply pray that dinner tonight is gentle on your gut. On the other hand, there’s the image of Shinazugawa emerging fresh from a hot bath, his hair wet and a towel loosely tied around his waist. Now, that’s something you can certainly distract yourself with. 

You busy yourself with setting your bags down. You hadn’t brought much, just a change of clothes, skincare, and some other essentials (including an emergency fake passport for, you know, purposes). Shinazugawa stretches his arms above his head with a heavy sigh. You briefly glance over at him from your corner of the room. His shirt rises over the waistband of his pants, showing a sliver of pale skin and the elastic of his underwear. Black and white, simple and mature. Blood rushes to your face. You duck your head, accidentally bumping your elbow against the wall, and you yelp in pain.

Shinazugawa turns to look at you. 

“Are you okay?”

You don’t dare to meet his eyes. You can’t explain that the reason why you hit yourself accidentally was because you were ogling Shinazugawa like he was a man slut, so you fold your lips into a tight line and nod. You are in all honesty no better than a man. 

Shinazugawa stares. He wants to walk over and make sure that you’re really okay, but he’s struggling in his own right to not cross the strange, blurry boundary between employer and employee. Sure. You’re cute. Shinazugawa can admit that much. He wouldn’t necessarily say that he has a crush on you, though. Crushes are for teenagers, puppy love that dissolves into disgust when one party gets the ick from something dumb. 

Shinazugawa can’t pinpoint the exact date when his feelings started to get muddled. Around that time, Shinazugawa was noticeably more on edge and shouted for you to come to his office at least twice a day. He was somewhat satisfied with seeing you more often, but your stress and anxiety at work increased as a result. You were convinced your boss was eventually going to murder you for any small mistake you made. Masachika had to text Shinazugawa how you always jolted when someone called your name, a flight response you had unknowingly picked up. He learned to dial down his yelling after that.  

Shinazguawa doesn’t force himself to think about how you pout when he scolds you (which makes him feel bad for a second, but Christ, he really didn’t need you to fuck up that presentation), the sleepy look on your face when you come into work the morning after overtime (eyes all bleary and the back of your hair unbrushed), or the rare moment where you’re professional and incredibly attractive while you whittle down clients to sign a contract – but your lips look soft and your eyes are pretty and if there’s anything that Shinazugawa likes, it’s a mature person who knows how to do their job, but who is also a little dense. 

You may have baited, hooked, and reeled Shinazugawa in without even realising it. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that having you on the same project team was his intention all along, but he’s not the kind of person to admit defeat so easily, even when you’re going to be sharing a room with him for the night. He’s a capable, late twenty-something adult, and Shinazugawa surely doesn’t need you to tempt him more than you already have.

Maybe he wants to be tempted. He’ll never admit it. 

When Shinazugawa found you that night, fanfiction lighting up the dim office with your bright monitor, he wasn’t dumb enough to scold you right away. He watched you from a safe distance, reading the words on your screen as his face warmed till his head was about to explode from the sheer pressure. You were writing about him – him! Calling him handsome, stunning, soul-achingly good looking. 

It took a few searches to find your blog. Shinazugawa thought he was about to lose his mind, staying up till the wee hours in the morning when he finally found your username (he should remind you about the permanence of an internet footprint). Then he read it: the fanfiction you wrote about him. The lewd, ludicrous thoughts you had about him, barely concealed behind the character’s first name of ‘Shinawa’. He allowed himself to huff a soft laugh. It took everything in Shinazugawa not to blow his cover. He knows you hate him, despite the glorifying posts where you bemoan wanting to bed him in all sorts of positions he had to Google. It was wrong, shameful even, but only if he didn’t like you. Shinazugawa spent the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed. It felt utterly stupid: a working adult who was overwhelmed with sticky, sweet feelings that made his heart skip a beat. He certainly had arrhythmia, and was not lovesick.

Shinazugawa’s never been great at romance. His rough and tough personality scared off many people in his younger years, where he was prone to flare up at everyone and anyone. It wasn’t really his fault. He wasn’t ever taught how to manage his emotions and still struggles to not turn to anger like some sort of drug. Emotions mean vulnerability, and vulnerability means he’s defenceless, so Shinazugawa keeps his sensitive heart buried under years of repression and ignorance. 

The one girl he confessed to, Kocho Kanae, rejected him gently saying that she wasn’t interested in men at all. He spent a whole month moping, pledging to himself that he’ll never fall in love again. 

Thankfully for the both of you, Shinazugawa has absolutely no clue on how to woo anyone, nor does he want to ruin the professional image both of you have worked so hard to maintain. He keeps his feelings for you under lock and key, hoping that one day, you’ll cave and be the one to confess for both of your sakes. Shinazugawa may be good at most things (settling his year-end taxes, formatting a Word document, and working out regularly), but when it comes to love, he’s a total fucking idiot. 

Shinazugawa finally relents. He turns back to his own bag with a shrug, picking out what he needs to explore the island, mainly sunscreen and his phone for photos and notes.  

“Ready to go?” 

You shoulder your tote and adjust the cap that you’ve pulled over your head. You think you see Shinazugawa’s cheeks turn pink, but you don’t think too much of it. Maybe it’s the heat getting to him. Shinazugawa steps out of the guest house and back into the humid air. 

Fuck, the both of you think. Why did Masachika have to abandon us? 

You hope you manage to survive the trip without Shinazugawa killing you.

Shinazugawa hopes you don’t find out he wants you as someone more than a colleague.

ɞ an | this chapter was a little more serious, but we finally got to see sanemi's pov on things!! what do you think? next 2 chapters will still be on the okinawa trip :3c i'm struggling to write soft!sanemi and not make him ooc, so hopefully it reads ok >< huge shoutout to bound by internetpistols for helping me get through this writing hiccup i've been having... writing is hard...

[heartofjasmina]

ok i’m sure you’re gonna read my rb tags but i’m making an official request for more daddy!katsuki + ageplay with a fem!reader. 18+ is v. okay with me, but fluff is also wonderful. if that’s ok haha. tysm. 💜

It is more than okay! Good to hear from you Bunny!

::

It always happened like this after especially tender sex, when Katsuki poured his heart and soul into his hands and lips and body until you heard with every thrust the unspoken "I love you."

You were gathered to his chest, his shaft still inside you because he knew you hated being cold and separated immediately after sex. One large hand rubbed circles into your back and the other kneaded your ass lazily.

It was cozy in your room, with richly textured quilts and soft pillows piled onto the bed and rain hitting the windows outside. The darkly sweet scent of your boyfriend filled your senses and you felt so... small in his arms. He had the body of a pro hero afterall, broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist and strong thighs, his hands so big they dwarfed yours. The shift in your headspace seemed so slow and smooth you were little before you realized it.

"Dada," you breathed in his ear, sucking a little smooch into his skin. He tilted his head to look down at you a smile like a sunrise spreading across his lips.

"Is that my babygirl?" His voice was husky and soft-- it made you shy and happy all at once.

You nodded, your thumb finding its way to your mouth, being joined with him swaddling you in a bone deep sense of safety and contentment.

"Who's daddy's good girl hm?" He asked almost laughing because you were already answering him.

"Me!"

"That's right. My baby." It only took a moment for him to reach over to the bedside table drawer to retrieve your pacifier. It was Cinnamoroll themed with all sorts of sparkly shit he knew you loved, and you took it into your mouth happily.

"Sleep now, its far too late for little girls to be awake." He murmured returning his hands to their original positions, knowing you loved getting your tushy rubbed when you were on your way to sleep. He pulled the quilt over you so you would be nice and warm and kissed the top of your head.

You wanted to complain but you really were tired, worn out and boneless. So you simply reached up to kiss his lips, smiling quick and sweet,

"Night daddy."

"Night punkin."

[stormoflina]

Hello again! It's the same overly talkative anon from the last ask lol

I wanted to talk more about the social media thing, which it sounds like you have a lot to talk about too! I didn't follow Dom when he was at Leipzig but I'm going to go out on a limb and assume the spotlight and reaction to him on social media was not as big as it now but I know he's like the king of Hungary (in a good way) anyway I say that because when it comes to the prem the fans and media are a lot less forgiving and love to put players in a box.

For instance Dom is very handsome (as are a lot players in Liverpool) but he's gotten labeled as the pretty boy who cares more about his hair than he does about his performances which is silly because every player cares about their outward appearance that's why they get haircuts and tattoos and etc. It's kind of similar with people screaming from the rooftops that Trent can't defend if he makes one missed tackle.

Anyway I think if Dom was less attractive or less confident people would stop raging about him loving the camera, if anything it's just a reaction to how good he looks on camera. Personally I already know he has a nice face and I still get caught off guard when he pops up on the TV, bless the dinosaurs that made the fuel to bring his parents together 🤣

Hii! 🫶🏼

Apologies for the late answer! I started writing a whole ass novell to you, then lost internet connection and I lost everything. But maybe it's for the better, because I was borderline psychoanalysing people lol. 😭

I admit, I couldn't really stomach following RB Leipzig just for him lol, I only started paying more attention to them (well Domi, and they came with him) after Marco Rose became their manager - I really like that man - so, I don't know tbh how he was perceived by their fans or even in the media really. What's evident is that he was a favourite of the social media team, judging by their insta haha. In Hungary, it's very hit or miss. He is either perceived as basically the Chosen One from the Footy Gods, or very harshly, unfairly criticised hated on for everything. There are a surprising amount of miserable people who are hoping that he will flop hard as a rock in Liverpool, but then again, he is still much more beloved, especially ever since he became the captain. Our sports media, hmm, let's just say, very amateur, and because Dominik is our most successful player he gets his ass kissed ever since he signed for Liverpool. The thing is with that however, is that they try to frame it more like a Hungarian success story, rather than the success story of Dominik, if that makes sense. So it's not really about the persona of Dominik, but rather the Hungarian who did something that not many could in the last few decades. Or at least that's how I see it overall.

However, all this vain, egoistical gimmick is not something that has been present in his usual criticism until recently. I mean it makes sense, the media needs characters, easily noticeable one or two traits they can give to players to sell the stories and the narrative better, and let's be honest, Dominik is a very easy target for that. For one, yes, that he is objectively a handsome man, but what I think is even more important is the way he carries himself. I think he is not someone, who will 'bow down' if that makes sense, he has a strong personality, a strong trust and sense of himself and his abilities, and he is very honest about that. The media loves underdog stories, especially for people like Dominik, but it's very evident that he doesn't lean into that. Even in Hungary, he asked the journalists multiple times, to stop listening to all his achievements, calling him the nt's best player, trying to sell the story of the 'poor hungarian lad who somehow did the unthinkable'. He seemed pretty rejective towards these underdog PR questions they tried to do with him in the start, which honestly from a straight PR point turned out to be a mistake for him, for sure hahah. But I can respect the dedication to be true to his morals and character, rather than playing the well-crafted PR character.

This turned out into me, rumbling I'm so sorry. I truly can talk a lot. 😭😭 Please, don't be shy to do the same, I absolutely love reading all your options!! 💗

[petrichoraline]

For the honest answer ask game: what's the history of your blog? (this really just includes how/when you began blogging on tumblr, content, your interactions and your special moments on here etc; whatever you wish to prioritize for the ask in context).

honest hour question answered 3 days later <3 truly hope the wait was worth it love hahah

as someone who's gone through my archive already, you know i started out as a bts fan account in 2015. (my previous blog is not gonna be discussed for the simple reason that it's barely relevant to this one)

i believe i used to tag and organise my reblogs? there was a time where i cared enough and i loved srolling through my own blog, i stopped enjoying that when i became more involved w/ fandom on here and things weren't aesthetics based anymore. i don't like going through it that much now. i used to play around with themes, search for them, tweak colours and fonts for hours. after i returned years later there was an issue with the editor so now i can't change my theme at all and it sucks cause i just want to edit a few things.

so it started of as a bts fanblog, then i started rb-ing other kpop stuff, maybe afterwards i started sharing gifsets from movies and series i liked? as for fandom, i had a good amount of mutuals - accidentally became one with a girl from my country, we went out once and it was very nice <3 procrastinated and lost track fo tag games back then too lmaoo i felt a lot of dissatisfaction over it so i try to do everything now with my current fandom :)

back then is when i started reading fanfiction - i believe my first imagine was a taegi one where v was an artist and yoongi a photographer lol i stumbled upon it on the dash randomly and i got introduced to ao3 a bit after

iirc for the following years after i'd stopped stanning bts, i used to come back either relatively often or once in a blue moon - in the beginning i was just enjoying wtv my dash was offering me or seeking out specific stuff, then i started using it as a tracklist of what shows i've watched haha, no tags, just rb after finishing a show.

i started engaging with fandom around the release of episode 5 of kinnporsche, i read a bunch of posts on here, then tms2 came around and i got even more into reading people's takes..at some point i started talking to people i guess hahah i don't even know when i started trying to put out content, so to say, i just know i was doing screenshot posts short before i found myself pushed to attempt gifs and that was after big dragon had just finished airing.

then i started my giffing journey. had support from @gillianthecat whom i loved giffing paulnice for. honestly that and the discussions we had were such an important part of me having fun with this site and keeping it up. and @joyladagang, my self-proclaimed #1 hype woman, made me feel super welcome. then i got even more moots, at some point i started reaching out or actively reciprocating others attempts at getting closer (though i had been active in discussions before that, i just mean i got a bit braver and started acting more familiar with everyone (esp w/ ppl i got closer to through @joyladagang like @cankersoregirl, @feralmuskyscentedhoepran, @loserlesbianongsa etc.)

i'm grateful to a lot of people on here, truly. it's not supposed to be a shoutout post so i won't be tagging any more people (esp since i would have to tag everyone who follows me plus a bunch of people i follow which..it's a bit much) but i'm genuinely thankful for each person that enjoys my rants, gifs, theories or wtv the things i post classify as, whether they found a post by accident or follow the blog. and i'm grateful to the creators i follow, and i'm happy to talk to so many sweet, smart and funny individuals on various topics daily.

so this is where my blog is at right now - trying to do a bit of everything and talking a bit with everyone. my issue, tbh, is i'm trying a bit too hard to satisfy everyone which sounds ridiculous but i am a bit of a people pleaser at times so it checks out lol

[hostilemuppet]

Scrolling through the tag of your obsession with a dead fandom like

"Mutuals post"

"Mutuals post"

"EX mutuals post"

"Really really good art and you check ops blog and they have never drawn it other than this one time"

"Haha remember this thing? No ones thought of it in years"

"Remember this thing? It was so awful why would anyone like it"

"Mutuals post"

"Good art and you check ops blog and realise they just post other peoples art without credit. When you find the source it was posted in 2012"

"Mutuals post"

"Post from someone you are engaged in a bloodfued with"

"Friday night funkin"

"Character you hate but the art is good and you're starved for content so you rb anyway and leave a nice tag bc you're not a monster"

"Mutuals post"

"Friday night funkin"

"The same meme that you've seen 9000000 times since 2014"

"Friday night funkin"

"Friday night funkin"

"Friday night funkin"

[joltik-guy]

So you got adopted by someone with 50 kids who's your favorite sibling so far?

@goomyanon

She gave me a goomy!! I also like Sidon- him dying was really scary for me haha kinda tramuatised me a tiny bit. Haven't really talked to any of the others, rb this if you're one of Yinnys kid ig, it would be nice to meet my siblings

[bonnieventure]

🌷☕🕊️🍄

🌷 -[ 'i'd pick flowers with you' ] what is your opinion on your birth month flower ? mine are nice enough (gladiolus, or poppy)...but i'm envious of may in this case ! because lily of the valley is my favourite haha )- 💐 ☕ -[ 'let's drink tea together one day' ] i'm not much a tea person, but i do like thai iced tea 🧡 what kind would you pick ? )-🤔

🕊️ -[ 'please feel free to send me a message sometime' ] i sent some emojis of my own your way earlier ! and now when you least expect it, perhaps at a most bewitching hour when we find one's self requiring a moment of goofish whimsy.....i will return to ur ask box with a midnight message by moonlight )- 🧛‍♀️ 🍄 -[ 'i enjoy the aesthetic of your blog' ] thank you so mush !! hehe wonder sometimes if anyone is a regular swimmer to my blog - on the hunt for aesthetics to rb, same way there's a few favs in my rotation. i'd be surprised and honoured for sure ! )- 😲

[mediawhorefics]

hiii marie i watched tsn last night and probably just spammed your notes with tsn rb's (sorry!) and i remembered you were writing the tsn fic! i'm super super excited to read it and i was wondering if there was a snippet you might be able to share with us? thank you <3

omg !! i just saw kjnvjkfds pls know you are welcome to spam my tsn tag whenever you want !!! i always feel like i'm annoying when i go on a tsn reblog spree or a tsn fic related reblog spree rip. (tho it's my blog i guess i can do whatever i want!) anyways i'm glad to know someone is enjoying that tag <333 (LOVED your 'i watch tsn like a queer drama' addition.... so true bestie)

and yes ofc i can share a snippet of the fic !!! no one has really asked before so thank you !! it's so nice to know some people are excited for it. idk how much you know about it? i've talked about it here and there, but basically, it's a you've got mail post canon au where mark gets signed up to a super exclusive mostly anonymous dating app for rich people against his will (dustin and his meddling, honestly!!) and he ends up falling head over heels in love with someone on there only to find out it was eduardo all along (she sings to the tune of agatha all along). anyways it's this very cheesy romcom trope-y story where mark basically has to realise that the only 2 times he's ever been in love were actually with the same person and if he wants to have peace of mind and true happiness he needs to earn eduardo's forgiveness and own up to his mistakes. it's gonna be so kitsch i can't wait to post it !!! it's this 100k monster rn and there's still a fair bit of plot to go on rip. i'm rambling now sorry, i've just been having soooo much fun with it and i don't get a lot of occasions to talk about it haha.

anyways here's a snippet that i thought wasn't tooo spoilery??? hope you'll like it !!! tw i gave them the world worst's usernames because i thought it would be funny af haha. apologies it's still unpolished and needs some edits but:

Mark never particularly liked the cold growing up, but there is always something eerie to him about December silently creeping in without much of a fuss in California. It always seems a little wrong to his New York State grown bones, his Harvard in winter thickened skin. Oh, the temperature drops, for sure, their equivalent of ‘cold’, but Mark recalls Massachusetts freezing winter days, him in his shorts in the snow and a disapproving Wardo staring after him, begging him to please put some clothes on, Mark’s skin prickling under the wind as he ignored him. Winter in Palo Alto is child’s play in comparison, which is the point of living there he supposes. It’s nice, but it’s strange. 

Feels off. 

It feels even more off when he knows he’s not gonna bother going back home for the break this year – like most years, let’s be honest – and get his fill of razor-sharp wind and bone-chilling cold. 

Winter always reminds him of the early days of Facebook; him glued to his laptop day and night in his freezing dorm room, pages and pages and pages of code that weren’t quite a website yet fighting to get out of his brain and onto the screen, and Dustin, Chris and Eduardo, a constant warm presence he was barely aware of hovering at his back. Especially Eduardo. 

And speaking of Eduardo, winter always reminds Mark of him too, despite his best efforts. 

Eduardo, who never liked the cold, not after spending his seminal years in Brazil, then Miami, who always struggled through the sunless, frozen, winter months he spent at Harvard, even though he never wanted to admit it. 

It reminds him of Eduardo’s shivering body that night he approached him with the idea for Facebook, cold cold cold cold, but listening to Mark about his idea outside in the January air all the same, the two of them alone on the cusp of something great. They could have been the only two people on Earth that night in the whipping wind. It’s what it felt like to Mark anyways, what it always felt like to Mark. Them against the world. Before The Phoenix, before Christy, before Sean… 

Wardo would have liked Palo Alto, Mark thinks that December morning as he makes his way to work and a slow melancholy takes hold of him, the way it always does what that kind of thoughts take root in his mind. 

He would have enjoyed the almost perpetual sunshine, the heat, the cool people he would have fit with so easily, the way Mark never could no matter how long he’s lived here… 

Mark sighs, taking a second in his assigned parking spot to compose himself. This stupid Gala he has to attend next week has been messing with his brain ever since Dustin discretely informed him that Eduardo Saverin has confirmed his presence to the event as well. 

And it’s fine. Eduardo can go wherever he likes. Especially when he’s invited. Mark isn’t his keeper or anything. And he’s proven many times in the past that they can be in the same room without yelling at each other. Well, most times anyways. 

But he’s always a little unsettled when he knows Wardo is stateside, the needle of his Eduardo inner compass all over the place, trying to reorient itself when it realizes that Far Far Away is no longer that far. Which is probably why he always feels like his heart is about to explode when they’re in the same room. 

It can’t be regrets, because Mark forbade himself from feeling those a long time ago. 

But it sure is something. 

He still feels a little itchy after a few minutes alone in his car so he gets his phone out, composing a quick text for eswag82. 

Winter always makes me melancholic, he types, something so incredibly soothing about the comfort of an ally, a friend, a confident, never further away than his pocket. Reflective. I start remembering things I never would normally think about. I don’t know if it’s seasonal depression or something, but… I’m always getting sad over nothing. Over stuff I should have been done with a long time ago. But I can’t help myself. It’s like December hits and suddenly… Do you know what I’m talking about? 

Mark sighs as he sends the text: time to face the music. 

The day passes quickly between meetings and coding and important phone calls… He doesn’t have the chance to check his personal texts until late in the afternoon but when he does, miraculously, warmth permeates through the cold of the approaching winter and spreads through him like a sip of burning hot coffee. 

I know exactly what you’re talking about, E writes. Everything slows down in winter, including us. We have the time to get reflective and melancholy. So many holidays in so many cultures too. A time of celebration, of togetherness. That can be challenging when you don’t feel particularly joyful. Or in my family’s case, together. Seeing what it should or could be highlights what it isn’t sometimes, yk? Or at least it’s like that for me.

I’m sorry, Mark writes back, feeling angry again on E’s behalf for that family that doesn’t make him feel welcome, doesn’t make him feel like he can be himself. 

It is what it is. I haven’t gone back home in a while now and this year won’t be any different. Sometimes taking care of yourself looks like neglecting others from an outsider’s perspective, but… I can’t worry about that. 

I’m not going home either this year. I’m busy, which is true, but it’s also… I don’t think I could stomach it. It’s been a while for me too and they’re great, but I still feel like I’m on the outside, yk? Like I’m looking at them through the windows and no matter how much I want to, I can’t go in. 

Mark swallows hard. He swallows back down more feelings of rejection and more fear that no matter what he does it’s never enough to belong. He swallows back down the fact that he created Facebook to be part of the club and he now fears he elevated himself so much higher that he can never fit in anymore. And he doesn’t even like people that much, he’s always said so, but the older he gets the more he feels they can be tedious and still part of his life anyway, that being alone at the top might not be the end goal he’s looking for anymore.

[greenlikethesea]

greenie my beloved i swear every time i read anything about fair ithilien it adds a year to my life, and also in honour of the post you rb about fanfic details and research, i have a question, do you have a favourite little detail in fair ithilien (or a few little details you love) that is something that you (or the equally as lovely ms sparkly) spent quite a bit of time on that went mostly unnoticed or didn’t get the hype it deserves!!

this is such a kind, lovely ask that really made my day! i've had a few personal setbacks these past few days, including a muscle injury sustained after hitting a deer, so this is a balm for my soul.

oh goodness, there are quite a few of these! a lot of these details i love the most are also well loved by our readers, which makes me happy -- we really do have the best readership bar none. i'll just write a few that pop into my mind, most of which are @sparklyslug originals and which made me feel many an emotion upon first reading them.

sparkly has done a lot of incredible work in emphasizing the fact that steve and megan are two sides of the same coin -- megan is what steve could have been if he were female and had had more attentive parents. a knockout detail that's so small but speaks volumes is this thing she added in during chapter 2 of three weddings:

"Steve follows her subtle elbow-gesture (Megan, with how she was raised, never points a finger at anyone or anything) to where Max is standing."

it's just such a great character detail that speaks to megan's whole deal -- polite, occasionally to the point of a terrible feedback loop. speaking of feedback loops, here's another detail of sparkly's that really gets me, from there's a phrase that fits:

"As Steve explains the situation, it’s so clear he’s trying his hardest to be calm, to be level for Megan, whose warm voice Eddie can occasionally hear chiming in in the background of the call, but Eddie knows him better than most. Eddie doesn’t have to interact with Megan to guess that she’s freaking out, but doing that passive-aggressive WASP “oh no, it’s fine, it’s fine” thing that’s practically genetic. Which, Eddie knows, kicks off the same programmed behavior in Steve, trapping them both in the kind of horrible feedback loop that has been (Eddie almost wishes he didn’t know this, but he does) one of the foundational issues in their increasingly rocky marriage."

to me, that's the perfect summary of the breakdown of their marriage -- a horrible feedback loop of passive aggression where they don't actually talk about anything, because they don't know how. it also contrasts how eddie and steve later communicate with each other, far more direct and a little more than confrontational. it does so much with such tight, concise details.

as for details I've specifically contributed, oh man, haha. it's hard for me to talk about my writing in a way that isn't neutral erring toward critical, mainly because i've been through a battery of programs and career choices that have leant themselves to this behavior of mine, but by golly, am i gonna deliver because you asked so nicely.

people have noted how much they enjoy the gay man to gay man conversation that's in (well, that basically is the entirety of) there's a phrase that fits, but this is a detail i love, because it's a callback to how eddie learned to be comfortable with being gay, with this aspect of himself, in a context away from hawkins:

"“And aren’t you so proud?” It’s vicious, not innate but learned from Lloyd and the boys. Read him like a book and hit him where it hurts, sweetheart, Lloyd had purred, steady like a soldier by Eddie’s side when Tom sneered at him to impress his new boy toy. Eddie has found his own version of calculation that suits his own purposes just fine, a mix of cool cattiness and Dungeon Master character analysis. Will’s lucky it’s just Eddie taking a swing – Lloyd would have absolutely eviscerated Will if he were here right now."

both of the named people in this scenario that eddie is thinking of have been dead for a number of years, both due to tragic circumstances. this is truly a distilled moment in time, but eddie has still been permanently shaped by those who are no longer there, for better or for worse, people he only got to know for a short time before they were taken from him. tom's a complicated case for eddie, but eddie will always, always miss and love lloyd, and that lives in his body and his actions forever.

thanks so much for asking this question! <3

[daisies-on-a-cup]

regarding the last rb, i remember being on the high school tennis team as a senior and there were a couple sophomores and juniors on the team too and there is this thing where older members will get paired with younger members to show them the ropes and just kind of help them out. i was a senior so i was a mentor to this younger girl and she was super sweet and her mom was generally nice too and would come to watch all the matches but there was this one-time ig the girl was upset with her mom and went "shut up mom! you're being annoying!" in a really snooty voice and walked away with a ginormous attitude

when i tell you how floored i was. when i tell you how utterly flabbergasted i was. i was just completely frozen like a deer in headlights. i was expecting a hell to be unleashed unlike any other. i was expecting a whooping to happen before my eyes. i was getting ready to vacate the area so i wouldn't be caught in the cross fire

but do you know what happened?

nothing. the mom just laughed and waved her away, and then turned to the other moms and was like "haha wow are yours like that too?" and the other moms said YES. OH MY GOD. WHAT??

and it was like that for a majority of the rest of the younger girls too!!!!! all of them were white upper class, so maybe that's a thing in white upper class households but i was just so??? the disrespect???? and even the girls i was friends with would make fun of their mothers openly and call them by their first names and be like "omg marlene is being so annoying rn" and i'd be like excuse me???

and i remember one of the girls even came up to me and was like "hey pls don't call my mom ma'am anymore. she loves it when you do that and it's giving her a big head" what????? what???

i just couldn't wrap my head around the blatant disregard for any sort of respect for their mothers. not a shred of decency like they didnt know the way they treated their mothers reflected more on them than anything they could ever say aloud???

[valleynix]

Mmm yeah Cass my poor baby, she banged half of the castle's staff, in other stories she's also responsible for death of the other half.

She usually has only two things on her mind. Sadly.

Onto better things which is ch.6

Bela and Reader arguing meanwhile Cass is having the time of her life pls I love it, I love her.

Ahhh cuddles with Dani 🥺 so sweet. And she just... radiates such comfort pls. I loved that whole scene with her. I'd trust her with my life.

Another bonding time with Bela with some teasing✨ Reader really got brave there to call her a brat haha

And OMG ANOTHER ONE DOWN WITH THE KISS

SO MANY KISSES LATELY

And I'm happy that they got to spend some time with Cass in her natural habitat too haha.

We've got to see what exactly she's doing in her free time. She does strike me as one that would like to study humans. Be it their literal insides or their mind.

I hope we get to join her for more in the future.

(And damn she does like to annoy the shit out of Bela and get on her sis' nerves, using poor Reader. Also, there are some things to unpack between those two it seems)

With how many happy sweet moments there were, at some point I was like it's going to end soon isn't it? (me every time my life goes suspiciously well lmao)

And I was right 😭 because at the end was this blackout again.

Lastly, I have a question. I've been thinking about it recently, is Daniela not as fluent in English as the rest of her family? She usually speaks with single words or simple sentences. Is that the case? Or is there another reason?

(Happy to hear my struggles to understand what's going on and the journey with this fic is entertaining 😭)

right?? i personally can't stand when people write her like that. she's so much more than just a sadist </3

*Cass lives for drama, i just know it

*I LOVE DANI SM, i did warn you she tends to get better scenes because i'm very biased with her BAHA

*YESS ANOTHER KISS, Bela is bold with initiating and Reader is bold with starting the whole thing off by calling her a brat (she is one, she's just in denial)

*i do like to think Cass is an artist in many ways, like sketching, painting, dissecting humans- all to further her own knowledge, of course, and to find ways to better protect her family :D

*(i am hoping to explain a bit in chap15 about why Bela and Cass are a bit hostile with each other, but i believe i explained it in a headcanon post about their pasts? i can rb it or tag it in this post if you want to read it)

*BAHAHA, i do feel like the angst is definitely weighed out by the fluff/comfort?? like, most of the time, it's not JUST angst, yknow? there's usually some comfort that follows it :D

*there is a reason for it! i can't remember if i actually went into depth about it later on or just implied it, but Miranda severely fucked up Daniela's experiment and the Cadou in her head. it's why she loses control so easily, why she was very much Not Herself in chap4, and why she speaks Like That

it does get much better as the chapters go on and Reader's place in the castle becomes more solidified. she's incoherent and nervous when they're around where you're at, mostly because her thoughts move too quickly for her to accurately articulate what she wants to say, if that makes sense. but as time goes on, you'll see her have full sentences and while she has her moments where she stutters over her words when she's upset, she gets a lot clearer when she speaks >:)

(it'll hopefully make sense as you read more and find out why Miranda didn't care much for their experiments, but i have thought about going further into detail in the upcoming chap when Reader and Alcina have a nice little chat :o)

[sungbeam]

helloo i'm user wakeable who rb'ed earlier (sorry i have to be anon cause it's a sideblog) i'm just replying to ur comment on WSLM (actually idk what is the right method to reply back) but ahhhh i'm more delighted to have made ur day/night!! when i first read the title i was like DAMN.... this sounds like it's gonna be an emotional ride and it really was when the relationship started to break down i was just as devastated... T_T (cl how dare you tell ur lover to not contact back again?) but ofc it had a happy ending (thank u so much). i would like to wonder if cl did continue being a basketball player in this au i would TOTALLY be his supportive athlete wife (it's actually a fantasy of mine LOL)

i became a dream stan sometime ago and chenle is my bias ehehe so it was a very nice read!! now i gotta read your whole masterlist later :D take care!! :)

USER WAKEABLE HELLO (ﾉ´∀｀*) OFC I DEF REMEMBER U AHHHHHH how could i not tbh

but !! dw lol u made my morning too by popping into my inbox haha and usually people either send in an anon ask or just rb the post again ? if they want to like continue the convo but they have a side blog if that makes sense

omg yess the title :') the moment i decided on that title, i knew it was gonna be ten times more emotional haha i actually listened to lyn lapid's cover of when she loved me on repeat while writing 😭😭 i just had a whole playlist of sad and comfort songs i listened to and it fueled my writing 😅

DUDE NO FR WHEN I WROTE THAT PART EVEN I WAS YELLING LIKE it's SO difficult to write these idols in a bad light like that sometimes :( esp when i love chenle sm but it was necessary 😔

i actually haven't decided what he'll do afterwards— wait nevermind that's a lie 🤡 i def know where i would go for the sequel but i don't wanna spoil haha 😃 BUT U SHOULD TOTALLY KEEP IMAGINING THAT OMG THATS THE DREAM FRFR if u want tho, here's this that i wrote before the full oneshot if u wanted a little more insight into their possible future

(but omg ajfndknckd you'd read my entire m.list 😳😳😳 my love language /hj)

[davekatkins]

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[bunny-rambles]

Greetings, dear author. Hope ur not too surprised i sent an ask? Haha, by the way, as always, no pressure for answering at all, or some of those. And no rush! Take your time.

For "((REAL)) writer ask" ask. Lmao. Bear with me here, please. Plus i hope its not too much questions for one person? If so feel free to cut some of those and ill send another one later.

1. ✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

2. 💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

3. 💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

4. 💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

5. 🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

Hello again 💞

✨) hm… well having a wonderful friend wanting to constantly read all of your old works and rb them makes this question a little difficult to answer ehe… uhm, but I would say maybe the xiao cat fic I did? It really didn’t get much attention, and the xiao piece I did before that also really didn’t do well. (I’ll link them both below) so probably those. It upset me quite a bit because I thought they were pretty good but it seems no one really shared my opinion

Just this once

Miao

💘) yes, many of my old works from the beginning of my time here, especially ‘that’s a little fishy’. I feel like my writing has improved significantly over the time I’ve spent on tumblr and I think that specific one deserves a rework because the prompt was so interesting to me !!

💫) ‘you’re such a talented writer’ or ‘wow your writing is top tier’ are some of my favourites due to the fact that I doubt myself a lot if I’m even good at what I do- so having some reassurance that I’m actually talented in some way, that some people can see worth in my words, that really means something to me <33

💋) due to my horrific attention span these days, I really don’t read all too much anymore and if I do, it’s usually on ao3. however, in the past, I’ve always commented about how the piece makes me feel and the events that happened that stuck out to me. Ooooh, or phrases they used that sound particularly pretty to me, I always love complementing on their use descriptions <33

🕯) this one’s rather difficult, but I suppose, go forward with the thought of not everyone is nice in this space, but not everyone is mean either. It’s a mixture of many different people all with a shared interest, and you’ll find someone to connect with over it at some point. And I think uplifting one another, commenting and sharing each other’s works, is really what glues the community together. It creates connections, helps the author feel good about themselves and their talent, overall it’s a very positive experience. I don’t have a lot of moots but the ones that I do make this experience far more pleasant, and communicating with others who share the same interests as you is precious :,). About anxiety, pace yourself and realise that this is not a race, it’s a marathon. You don’t have to push yourself to deal with negativity or rush to get content out. If it’s stressing you out, take a break or slow yourself down. You might find that’s exactly what you need sometimes !!

[trashedump]

7, 16, 18, and 27 (there's extra questions in the reblogs)

ahh ty for pointing out the extra questions! i’ll rb that version after this.

7) Did they grow up in the CoS faith, and do they follow it now?

nope and nope- rowan’s parents were too busy being greedy little con artists to get involved with religion, and even after running away from home rowan never quite bought the ideology. if they can’t solve their own problems, why should they believe some invisible entity will do it for them? not to mention their literal job is to distribute books/documents the church has banned lmao- the relationship there is fairly tense on both sides. that being said though, they do respect the faith and those who follow it. really all they want is to find a way for everyone to coexist peacefully.

16) Who could they win an arm wrestle against? A game of darts? A game of chess?

arm wrestle: pure physical strength isn’t exactly their wheelhouse (they’re more of a “low base damage but crits often” kind of unit) but they’re not particularly weak either, and they know how to use leverage to their advantage (lots of practice lifting stacks of books, haha). so they may not be able to beat, say, balthus or raphael, but definitely someone like ashe or ignatz. maybe sylvain or felix if they’re lucky.

darts: rowan’s mind is very precise so i imagine they’d be pretty good at darts! they’d probably struggle more against an archer, seeing as that person would have trained specifically to have better aim, but they’d still have a fighting chance. against most others, rowan would be pretty hard to beat. fun fact- rowan prefers sword classes, but does have strength in bows as well, so their aim could definitely be improved with practice.

chess: honestly i feel like they’d be miserable at chess lmao. maybe not the worst seeing as they do have good attention to detail, but one of their weaknesses is authority- tactics aren’t their strong suit. they could beat balthus, raphael, or felix probably. with most others…sorry bud they’re gonna wipe the floor with you.

18) Are they an early bird or night owl?

night owl 100%! one of their favorite activities when they can’t sleep at night is to leave abyss and wander the monastery at like 3am, finding new places to sneak into and hide for a while. they’ve even broken into the goddess tower before, and found it quite nice…as long as they didn’t look down.

27) What are they like when they sleep? Still and calm, or do they somehow wake up with their pillows on the floor and their blankets/duvet piled on their head in a ball, sort of thing?

unnervingly still, positioned almost like a body in a coffin. their tendency to accidentally creep everyone out continues even when they’re asleep, poor dear :’)