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no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.

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are there any songs u listen to that u specifically think of certain fictional characters when listening to? or like a certain album / artist that kind of assign to a character or fandom memories. just curious lol, love ur blog, hope ur doing well today 💗

omg absolutely. it makes me so happy that people check in on this blog still :’)

for some reason, hey brother by avicii always reminds me of clementine from twdg. specifically, season 2 clementine. colors by halsey always reminds me of my peak fandom days, because duh she was the queen of tumblr music.

maybe I should make a full nostalgic playlist or something to reminisce on!! thank you so much for this 💛

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this will always be my little safe space of the internet 💛🥹

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“you’re gay” - taylor swift

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spring mornings in the forest

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and when I bleed from my tongue, is it prose? when I ache in her womb, is it freedom?

— daydreams

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Taylor Swift, cardigan

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Lure (2025) Exclusive print for the month of ❀ May ❀ Available here: patreon.com/suhaylah_h

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any time I’m in therapy and my therapist wants me to talk about the reasons why I’m still alive, I always want to say “out of spite. I have a lot of enemies here” yet never do, but I think she’d

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04.07-22

More of this.

- Vivera Rossi

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isn't it cute to think that in a silly little way, this blog has been such a safe, creative space for me for so long??? how precious and sweet. i love it here 💌

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an update on writing!

hi friends! no, I have not stopped writing! I wanted to give you some updates:

I feel like I have been letting you guys down by not writing lately, but the truth is that I haven't been feeling super creative. I haven't felt like writing much of anything, let alone any requests. for that, I apologize :(

that being said, I think I've lost the focus of this blog. I started it as a means of sharing my love for writing, and now I'm sitting here feeling guilty for not doing enough for it. so, I want to focus this blog less on writing requests and I want to get back to writing whatever I want, whenever I feel like it. I've been avoiding this blog for fear of letting you guys down, so I'm going to take a deep breath and start fresh.

this blog is where I fell in love with writing and I'm going to bring that back! forgive me if my writing is sparse, or not requests, or not exactly what you want from me. right now, I want to heal my inner little girl and fall in love with writing again - but for me and not for others. my mental health has stolen my creative passion and I want to nurture it back 💌

thanks for understanding, all! I'm excited to write and post whatever the heck I feel like.

all the love 💛

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There is something profound about the running theme of water in Wicked. Our girls are brought together to Shiz by boat. They come together under water at the Oz Dust. The way Glinda's bubble lifts her up but also traps her inside, and a puddle is Elphaba's freedom but forbids her from ever returning.

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Could you write something where the farmer reader get hurts and the bachelors and bachelorettes? Oh and they are married to the farmer.

YAY I FINALLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE WOOOOOO i also love writing angst akjdsnfs let’s GO.

Abigail: Abigail was standing on the porch, overlooking how the sunset reflected off the budding crops when she heard a groan to her left. She snapped her head, her blue eyes widening. “Y/N!” Y/N was limping to the front steps of their shared home, clutching their side. “I fell on some equipment, that’s all,” Y/N said, hoping to wave their partner away, whisking their worries to the side. It didn’t work. The purple-haired woman scoffed, scurrying forward and wrapping one of her arms around them. “Let me help get you inside,” she hushed, hauling them in as quickly - but as safely - as she could. It wasn’t until they were seated on the couch with tea, Abigail ready to tend to the gash on their side, that she started laying into them. “You need to be more careful!” She scolded sweetly, wrapping them up with bandages. “I don’t know what I’d do if you really, really injured yourself. I’d be sick.” Y/N knew she was right. “I know,” they sighed. “I’ll be better.” Abigail, joyfully, gave them a sweet kiss before resuming the task at hand.

Haley: Haley never handled blood well, especially not when it was Y/N’s blood. “Oh my God!” She wailed, watching as they strode in through the front door of their farmhouse, their hand bleeding along the hardwood floors. “What happened?” She was horrified, throwing her magazine onto the coffee table and rushing to their side. She winced at the sight but still gingerly took their bloody hand in between both of hers. “Just missed with the scythe.” “You missed?” Haley was horrified. She scoffed, dropping their hand and waving them to the couch. “Sit. You’re not allowed to work in the field for the rest of the week.” Y/N’s jaw dropped, but Haley lifted a finger. “You’re not responsible enough to handle sharp things. Now sit. I’m going to bandage you up.” Y/N smiled softly, obeying and taking a seat where she had previously been. “Yes, ma’am.” They said softly, finding her determination and sudden take-charge attitude charming.

Leah: Leah was taking a break from carving, allowing her fingers to relax and stretch on the deck when she heard a yelp from somewhere in the field. She immediately shielded her eyes from the sun, scouring to see where her partner was; amid their sunflowers. She dropped her water bottle and darted over. “Y/N!” Leah didn’t need to know what happened to act as swiftly as possible. She helped prop them up, bringing them into the house and laying them down on their shared bed. “I’ll be right back, okay?” She said softly, squeezing their hand quickly out of worry. She was back before Y/N could feel their fingers grow cold. Y/N had to hand it to Leah, she was quick. She got the job done. “Lay still,” she said softly, unrolling the bandage. Any moment she could, her hand found theirs. “Deep breath. Once this is done, I’ll make you some hot chocolate.” There were lots of things that Y/N loved about their wife, and one of them was that when she was worried, she didn’t take no for an answer.

Maru: Maru was always quick to take charge in situations that required it. This was one of those times. As she was sitting in the front yard, tinkering away at one of her latest inventions, she heard Y/N rustle by and head toward the front door. “Hey you, how were the min-” Her voice faded as she turned, finally catching a glance of her spouse. She muttered something under her breath - something of varying concern - and scurried to their side. “Come with me,” she said, guiding them to sit down. “It was just-” “You can tell me about it after I fix you up.” she insisted, sliding the first aid kit out and popping it open. She didn’t even need to look at it to know where everything was. Maru began treating their arm automatically as if it were pure reflex. “Okay, deep breath in.” She said, shaking her head. “You need to start taking me with you. You can’t be trusted by yourself.”

Penny: Penny would be sitting in her corner of the farm, reading, when a sharp inhale would snag her attention. Y/N had accidentally sliced themselves on their sickle, ripping one of their hands open. “Y/N?” Penny asked cautiously, voice wavering. She stood, rushing into the field to their side. She squealed the instant she saw the blood. “Oh my God!” She said, rushing to take their hand in both of hers. “We have to get this fixed, now!” she insisted, guiding them into the farmhouse. She began running around like a chicken with her head cut off, desperate to stop the bleeding and tend to her love. “I thought you promised me that you would be more careful,” she said softly, not wanting to scold them too much. It didn’t feel fair or right. She couldn’t stay mad at them for too long.

Emily: Emily had a bad feeling when she woke up that morning. As she always did when she had a gut feeling, she was hesitant and slow all day. That was until Y/N yelped from outside, startling her from her sewing project in their living room. It was just after noon, and finally, just as she was trying to distract her anxious mind, there it was: confirmation. She rushed outside, first aid kit already in hand, darting toward them in the middle of the field. “I got caught in the-” Emily immediately hushed them, taking their hand into both of hers. She examined the wound quickly, assessing and immediately cracking open the kit. “I had a bad feeling about today. I knew something was going to happen.” Frowning, she began prepping a cotton pad with the disinfectant. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more to prevent this.” Y/N chuckled through the pain, finding her genuine apology charming. “You couldn’t have changed this,” Y/N reassured her gently. The two had a moment, tender and warm before Emily got back to work. “I’m doing this just until we get into the house. Then, I’m doing a better job at this.”

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Alex: Y/N stumbled down on their front porch, their right leg extended. It was gashed open, bleeding, and immediately caught Alex’s attention. He was stretching in the evening sun, getting ready for a quick workout to end the day, when he spotted the scene. “Woah, woah, woah,” he said, immediately running over. “Y/N? What happened?” Y/N could only groan in pain. Without waiting a moment longer, he knelt to better see and speak to them. ”Hey hey,” Alex said softly. His voice was just above a whisper, as though he was trying to keep himself steady with his voice. “Come with me, here,” he eased Y/N onto their feet, leaning against his side, channeling their weight off of their injured leg. “Let’s get you inside. I don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore.” Y/N could taste the worry dripping off of his voice. They listened, obeying whatever command he had in an attempt to help them. “Sorry,” he mustered as he fumbled through the first aid kit. “I’ve never done this before.” Y/N had to admit that it was adorable that he was even trying. He was doing a perfect job.

Elliot: Elliot was reading on the front porch, flipping through one of his latest library finds, when he heard a groan. Glancing over his cover, he pictured his partner, clutching their wounded side, wobbling on shaky legs to the front door. Elliot dropped his book, allowing it to fumble closed without a bookmark, and he rushed to them. “Y/N, what happened?” His voice was breathless and anxious, and his hands immediately found Y/N’s face. Y/N was ushered inside, Elliot’s hands and arms guiding them in their injured state. “Come, sit, let me help.” The worry was written all over his face and woven into his voice. Y/N hated seeing him upset. “I’m--” Elliot hushes them, easing them into a chair. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit. Then, I’m making you tea.” Y/N smiled warmly through the pain at his sweet gestures.

Harvey: Harvey was inside when he heard a loud yelp from outside. He immediately dropped everything and ran for the door. “Y/N-” Their name was barely out of his mouth when he swung the door open and there stood Y/N, clutching their arm, blood collecting on their stained wood deck. “Oh my God, come in.” It was moments like this that Y/n was thankful they had married a doctor. Harvey eased them down onto the couch, frowning as he listened to them groan. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try and be fast.” After grabbing a medical kit, he quickly took to work, stitching them up as best as he could. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold your hand as I’m working.” He said gingerly. “I’m sure it hurts.” Seeing his sadness at needing to hurt them further was oddly sweet to Y/N. His tender care was exactly what they needed.

Sam: “Oh sh-” Sam cut himself off before he said anything further, darting forward to help Y/N. He launched himself off of the couch - where he had been sitting and fiddling on his guitar - waiting for Y/N to come in for dinner. They were stumbling toward the farmhouse, clutching their gashed elbow. “Y/N, what the hell happened?” He didn’t give them a chance to answer, sweeping them into his arms and guiding them through the front door. One arm was wrapped around Y/N protectively, the other holding the door open to usher them through. “Sit down,” he said, voice wavering with anxiety. He sat them down on the couch and floundered through the kitchen, making clatters and clanks whenever he went. “I know the first aid kit is around here somewhere!” While sloppy with his actual medical care, Sam always shined in his genuine concern. “I’m going to need you to be more careful out there,” he mumbled, slightly distracted by attempting to place the bandaid straight. “Otherwise, I’m going to need to be the one in the fields. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

Sebastian: Sebastian was enjoying the evening sun, watching as it set in the corner of the garden when his eyes widened. He spotted Y/N awkwardly opening the door to the house, a cluster of red staining the doorknob as they went. Urgently, he dropped the wrench he was holding and raced for the door. “Y/N?’ He asked, swinging it open. He caught them at the kitchen sink, their bleeding hand about to be placed underwater. His stomach sank, and he ran to them, holding one of their cheeks in his palm. He frowned at their tears. “Follow me,” he hushed, ushering them inside. He brushed the loose strands of hair behind their ears as he whisked them away. As he sat, gingerly wrapping their gashed hand with bandages, his eyes were almost too trained on their face rather than on their wound. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you.” That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. After wrapping their hand, he pressed a warm kiss to their forehead. “I’ll be right back. I’m bringing you some water and a snack.” He always knew exactly what they needed to feel better.

Shane: Shane didn’t utter a word when he saw Y/N slowly approaching, clutching a bleeding gash on their forehead. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?” Y/N groaned in response. “No,” was all they could muster. Shane wrapped his arm around them, bringing them inside the house. “Come on, we need to get you fixed up.” She was never great at being gentle and tender and fumbled his way through the first aid kit to place a messy bandaid over their wound. Despite the stress, YN still smiled and squeezed his hand thankfully. “Hopefully, I won’t have to get too used to doing this,” he teased with a small smile on his pink cheeks.

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