Mostly 3am shitposts, my lover (coffee), random rants and my own wrtiter's tears
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Your art is amazing and I love your AU, OP
self-indulgent AU where Flug and BH are on casual terms. Not even a ship at this point I just want Flug to get a promotion
I think there was a fanfic with this premise at some point but idk
BEES Thank you for your bee pun, OP, this has made my day. And remember! If the bees go, they’re taking us down with them.
Can I offer you a terrible joke in this trying time?
I agree! I as a fanfic author I have found solace in being able to share my stories with others; it’s an oportunity I had never thought I would be able to do, let alone for free, and it’s provided a sort of home for anything my brain can come up with and get onto paper. It’s not just a website, it’s a place where authors can write freely and not be afraid to be blocked out and discriminized against; it’s been my escape for nearly five years now, and I do not know what I would do without it.
To you, maybe Archive of Our Own is "just" a website.
But to others, it's more.
It's a community.
It's a place where writers can be free to write what they want, without having to worry about it being taken down.
It's a place where people can cope, and vent, and do what they need, because guess what, it's a good fucking coping mechanism.
What Tiffany G. is promoting goes against the OTW's existence.
AO3 was created to prevent the censorship.
And hell, maybe it's not all about the website.
Maybe we're just fucking tired of gay, trans, queer, disabled, etc. shit getting censored.
This is all bullshit.
So yes, Archive of Our Own might be a website, but that doesn't mean it's "just" a website. That doesn't mean that the problems going on don't matter. This is real, it matters, and it means something.
I agree, I would very much like a stick as well; it would be very useful.
i think every gay person should get a monthly stipend for. piercings and such also beverages. and i think every trans person should get to hit people with sticks legally
I love all of these outfits, they’re beautiful and they really did an amazing job!!
Ranboo fashion
Ranbow.
Played like a d-mn fiddle.
I really can't express to you how much I love the phrase "played you like a d-mn fiddle"
I don't know why, it's just funny to me to turn to someone who's just been bamboozled, and instead of sympathizing you compare them to an instrument of fools. For example: "...I feel stupid-" "..." "please don't, I'm ridiculed enough-" "He played you like a d-mn fiddle" "I'm leaving you"
Flowers
The fact that so many people have not been bought or brought flowers before saddens me. I had a conversation with a friend and asked if they had ever been bought flowers; despite having multiple previous partners, they said no. It wounds me to know that so many people have never been appreciated in such a way; it doesn’t take much to buy some flowers, or even just pick some from a field, and yet they had never experienced being given flowers by someone they love. Just get your friend(s) or lover(s) some flowers; doesn’t matter where they came from, doesn’t matter their gender or sexual orientation, they’re just flowers. Normalize being human and showing basic affection.
Fanfic writer.
I really do love being a fanfic writer; being able to create content for my favorite shows is an incredible gift that I’m greatful to have-
But it also means that I am cursed with truly horrible ideas at times..
The fridge.
Have y’all ever had that violent hunger that hits at like 3:14 am and you just have to stare into the empty low-lit abyss of your fridge, praying that somehow, some God somewhere may bless you with the meal you do not trully deserve, just to calm the angry growling of your impatient stomach? Just me? Aight.
I am not usually one to read fics here on Tumblr, but for all that is holy, I loved this fic. The way you describe emotions, describe the setting and actions is simply incredible; my eyes and mind have been blessed with this godly creation and for that I am thankful.
I’m out of my element (I can’t breathe)
a03 link
masterpost link
Word Count: 3,593
This is my first time writing anxceit, so I’d love to hear what you think!
When Janus finds Virgil alone in the common room, sobbing and struggling to breathe, the scene can’t help but feel achingly familiar. He’s been in this position so many times, seeing Virgil at his most vulnerable – but it’s been years.
So much has gone on since then, so much has changed. Bridges have been burned, at least that’s what it can’t help but feel like. Janus has seen hostility and bitterness and little else from Virgil for so long; it’s not completely unjustified, either, not nearly. He would do anything to keep Janus from seeing him like this now, Janus is sure of it.
But regardless, he’s found him. And he needs to act.
“Virgil, hey, hey,” Janus says quickly, crouching in front of Virgil sat on the couch, hugging his knees and trembling so hard, “Hey, it’s alright. Do you need me to get you, someone? Do you need Patton? Logan? Roman?”
Janus supposes perhaps Virgil wouldn’t do anything to keep him from being seen this way, just most things. Because as impossible as it often seems, something’s been established between them in the last few months. What it is, Janus can’t possibly say. But he can assess with confidence that whatever it is, it’s raw, and it’s fragile, and it feels moment from breaking each day.
Keep reading
People
They seem to talk so much, yet think so little.
Not dead
HELLO TUMBLR I’VE RETURNED. Much has happened since my last post a while back, no I will not elaborate- All I will tell you is that this busy mf has been writing until his hands ache and I now have a ton of new fics written. Currently, I am working on Supernatural fics; Destiel, to be more precise. If any of you are interested you can find me on Wattpad and Ao3 as “Ireallydontcare443” Here are a few links to my one-shots and my current large project, if any of you are interested! My current project: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/97482780 Other One-shots: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39188718 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38793387 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38701860/chapters/96765096
He looks so concerned-
I love it when a cat owner says something stupid to Jackson Galaxy and he's clearly having to restrain himself from grabbing them by the shoulders and shaking them violently
playing god
Me: ...I need a way to get rid of all these crows so that this plot hole can be fixed. Also me: Let’s just flood the town and attack them with lighting; yes, great, perfect.
A playlist that, once again, doesn’t belong to me beacause I relate a little too much to Bruno.
Not my playlist, but it’s great for writing badass scenes. (Also yes, the picture hurts me too ;^;)
Nosebleeds
I’ve decided I shall give people nose bleeds- whether with my fists or my looks. Or both. Depends on the person.
May you burn with the monster that plagues your soul; may you lay in the ashes of your very sins and damnation. May the devil do with you as he sees fit and throw you deep into the pits of the eternal hellfire, and may you reap what you have sown.
Cole, Tacita Corvus (my book)
Mourning
"O Captain, my Captain"
For the DA poets
Daddy is gonna pull out the toys tonight kitten 😈…….
I have always been a lot like my father. I have his hair, his face, his taste in music, his last name, some of his old jackets and shirts. I’ve often hated that I’m so much like him, as the only thing I don’t and will never have from him is his support. Now, however, I carry pocket watches and work towards education, a feat he never achieved. I do not use his last name, he doesn’t deserve the credit of my success. His music I’ve integrated along with violins and melodies that his rough and tough demeanors would never fit into. His clothing and jackets are reserved for when I make art, the paint that is left on the shirts show how I can make beautiful things as opposed to the blood that had previously stained them when he got into fights. I am very much like my father, but never will he be like me.
trans masculinity, when u have a shitty father, is abt taking pieces of him for yrself & reclaiming it & turning those things delicate & caring in ways he could never, ways that would disgust him. in his hand-me-down jacket, i carry bandages. the knife he used to skin deer is now the knife i use to sections apples to share with my brother
Chaos
Chaos is wearing mismatched socks with holes in them, shuffling through drawers for that one ring you could have sworn you saw there just the morning before, and leaving the house only to remember you forgot to put on shoes.
Night before christmas - twisted tale
Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were ripping and tied to a chair, Sat poor St. Nicholas, who had abbandoned his cheer.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief and pa in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
But out in the sitting room was the eldest son, despaired, he stood before St. Nick with a long, cold stare.
"You have made up a holiday and stolen into my home" "And now you must face the wrath of Steve, Bobby and I, Gerome" With that out sprang two other young people Glaring at St.Nicholas with looks that spelled "evil"
"You dress up in red and bring toys for children" "Yet we know not who you are, or where you have been." "So there shall be no milk and cookies tonight for you, villain." And thus St.Nick regretted his decission; of breaking into this house on the night before Christmas.
Cole by the window - Tacita Corvus peek
Soon, perhaps too soon, Cole found himself sitting alone in the attic, the moon shinning in the sky. Hours had passed since dinner time, and every member of the Vasily family had gone to sleep. Though, it didn’t much bother the boy that he was left with nothing but the company of Mx. Moon and Ella Froufrou, who was seated comfortably in his lap.
He stared out the windows, gaze fixed upon the winged creatures that slumbered upon the roofs of family’s and lonely people alike. There was a feeling of both uncertainty and comfort in the air, one that Cole was not yet familiar with. It felt strange to be dressed in clean clothes, curled up under a blanket and observing the stillness of Lanercost with a full stomach.
Cole thought for a moment, brows creasing as he searched his memory for what he was looking for. When he found it, he couldn’t help but smirk and let out a satisfied and partly amused sigh.
Nyctophilia.
That was the word he had been searching for. It was a noun, meaning ‘an attraction to darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.’
He smiled at the definition, though, he then began to chuckle lightly under his breath as he gazed at the stars, having suddenly remembered another bit of information he had gained from the library, just as he had the rest of his knowledge.
He had suddenly acknowledged the meaning of Nyx’s name.
Cole recalled that Nyx was the daughter of chaos, primordial goddess of the night in Greek mythology. Though the name itself leaned more towards feminine, it was still androgynous either way, which was most likely why Nyx had chosen it for themselves.
Cole gave a small hum into the darkness, he thought it was a lovely name, and even lovelier now that he had recalled its meaning. He hoped that maybe one day the two could find a way to converse, as it was difficult to do so presently.
The boy returned his attention to the town and the candles still burning in people’s windows. There were few, but each one let him know that someone else was still awake, possibly suffering from insomnia, or simply enjoying the nighttime as Cole was.
The boy felt a small pang of something in his chest as he recalled the sounds of the violin he would often hear when drifting off to sleep in the alley of forest row; how the smooth symphony had accompanied the stars perfectly.
Book haul!
I got a few new books to fuel my curiosity and my need for a more sophisticated vocabulary- and because I was in need of a good few stories.
My blog is definitely a polyam-safe place. Welcome!
can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are polyam-safe blogs
Ah, yes, another character that wears green that was burdened with so much unnecessary trauma that we can get gender envy over. :) (also this artwork is amazing)
*Slaps roof* This man can fit so much angst in him.
New journal, new ideas
I got a new journal and decided to turn it into a prince’s journal. Whoever reads this journal next will follow the story of a prince, his lovers, and his decent into villainy and madness- all through the prince’s eyes.