Im So Sorry For Not Updating My Fic In Like Two Weeks😭😭 Im Doing My Best To Get The New Chapter

im bored asf so if someone has a request for me to write id loveee to. js like a short one shot here on tumblr. and yeah ill write smut if that's what you want, js be a bit specific so i don't write anything you dont want in it. thank youuu <3

CHAPTER EIGHT OF MY FIC IS UPPPPPPPP and theres an announcment aswell lol mb

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GUYS NY FUCKING CHAPTER IS OUT IM SO DAMN PROUD ALRIGHT SO GO READDDDDD!!!!!

and also i like hella overshot it and it was at 9000 smth words when i hadn't even finished. so i cut it in half and uploaded the first bit and the next part SHOULD be out by by next week!!

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man have y'all ever FELT yourself become more confident? like literally FELT it? bc OHHH what an amazing feeling. the other day i wore a tank top and jeans and realized that im wearing a fucking tank top. in public. and i hadnt ONCE thought smth negative. and i js felt so fucking amazing and happy and it was so exhilarating and then another day i wore a cutesy little peplum top and ONCE AGAIN i felt AWESOME and i was js so happy. bc knowing that if you were to show me from not even a year or two ago but me from the beginning of this year a photo of me wearing the tank or the peplum top in public and id freak tf out and i did that shit IN PUBLIC WITHOUT GIVING AF???? OHH THAT FELT GREATT

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

reading books is so fun omg. even though it's the author that's wrote the words and the author directing how the story plays out, it's my mind that comes up with how the characters look and how the setting looks and how the characters talk and everything. no matter how well they describe it, my mind can make "beautiful brown curly hair that flows past her shoulders" look like a million different things. and so can yours. how fucking fun. even if we read the same exact book, it's gonna look different for everyone.

and people still say that reading is boring.

"maybe in another life."

shut the fuck up. shut the FUCK up. 'maybe in another life', motherfucker WHAT OTHER LIFE???? THIS IS ALL WE GET.

we have this life, THIS LIFE, and that's it. so if there's something that you want to say or feel or whatever the fuck, then do it. fight for it. and fight hard and passionately and make sure that your fight is known.

we get once chance. bitch.

introduction!

1-15-2025

hi!!! my names my-little-universes but you can call me gabi. idk how to do this but imma wing it. okay here we go.

fandoms i like!

the maze runner (down badd)

marvel (also down bad)

harry potter (also down bad pt.2)

stranger things

gilmore girls

the outsiders (also down bad pt.3)

hamilton

billie eillish

stray kids

other random shit!

age - why tf you wanna know...???

music - billie eillish (!!), kendrick lamar, adrianne lenker, conan gray, chappel roan, megan thee stallion, mj, stray kids, and more.

oh im a girl. and very bi.

i curse a lot. im trying to get better, swear. (im not.)

lovee to read. and write. currently in the middle of writing a tmr fanfic!

into politics a little.

hate the living shit out of school.

my online name is gabi cuz that's what my spanish teacher used to call me when she couldn't pronounce my real name 😭

not a fan of math.

my ao3. dont expect regular updates. i try but i edit my shit wayy too much.

tags!

this bit is like the constitution, she's an alive document. so whenever i think of/get new tags ill add em.

so farrrr the only tag i have is "a little universe" (get it? cuz of my name?) and its used when i talk about my fic!

okay idk what else to add. bye!

i be grieving my past present AND future

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

a work of art.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU