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us Austen fans are always like *wistful sigh* where's my Mr Darcy? But you wanna know where the fuck he is????? You wanNA FUCKING KNOW? he's at home. avoiding all social situations, watching gossip girl with Georgiana and probably still recovering that time two weeks ago when the cashier said 'have a nice day' and he said 'no I'm fine thanks'. Where else would he fucking be?

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writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

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#unapologetic grant ward apologist #grant ward #mark trent #agents of shield #found nbc

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 HAPPY MACH NINE TEN DAY!

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Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.

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Why you need to start reblogging fics:

Okay, saw a post about this, thought I would make a post explaining further. And this may make me sound like a bitch or ungrateful and that is not my intention. This is a conversation we, as a content consuming community, need to have—need to keep having.

And if you think we don’t need to have it, these are screenshots of notes on some of my fics—fics that have been posted for 7 months to 3 years. (And please keep in mind, I’ve been in the tumblr writing community for a while, so these numbers don’t even begin to correlate with new up-and-coming writers)

Does this seem right to you??? (the difference between likes and reblogs)

If you are saying ‘why yes, you are doing great. you have so many notes.’ you are not getting the point of this post—so let’s talk about it.

I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but please understand: likes do nothing for content creators.

1. Let’s first talk about why reblogging is so important:

Tumblr works on the reblog system (it’s not like Instagram, twitter or tiktok). In order for content to spread and appear on people’s dashs, it needs to be reblogged. That is the only way for content to be seen.

2. Let’s also do a quick take on why people don’t reblog (this is just what I have come across/seen people say):

“I commented, isn’t that enough?” — comments are fantastic! I LOVE to hear what you have so say, but like…you can also comment on a reblog. A comment + reblog = a marriage proposal from me, I swear. Cuz just comments tend to say: liked it but it wasn’t good enough for me to share with others (-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄_-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

“I don’t want people seeing what I read” — unless your conservative grandma is on here and you really don’t want her seeing you reblog gay smut, I’m sorry that’s a stupid excuse.

“I don’t want to clutter up my blog” — I’m sorry, what??? This is tumblr. We are not influencers on here. And if you’re tying to be, I gotta tell ya something, buddy: you’re on the wrong platform. But if it REALLY bothers you that much—I’ve seen some people make a sideblog where they reblog fics. Of course, this doesn’t give the same traction because those blogs tend to have less followers, but at least it’s something.

“It’s too much to scroll through” — bruh, that’s why writers put the ‘keep reading’ line break in their posts. And if they don’t, well, that’s a whole separate issue.

“Tags are enough for content to get spread” — this is simply just not true. People don’t always search through tags and the tag they look under might not be one that the fic has. And, even if people do stalk the tags, the content that is at the top is content that has the most engagement. This doesn’t help creators that don’t already have some traction and it doesn’t do much even for those who do. And before you say, ‘go under recently posted’ - not many people do that and, even when they do, they still miss content because ✮ tumblr algorithm ✮ (◔_◔)

3. And let’s be real—

Most of the reblogs and feedback I receive comes from other writers that I have befriended.

“Support writers” doesn’t just mean “writers support writers” it means “content consumers, support writers.”

Other platforms like AO3, Wattpad, and/or FF.NET — buddy, it ain’t better over there. trust me, I’m on em’ all.

Why do you think so many writers disappear from writing community? Why do you think so many of them stop creating? Why do you think we rarely get new ones?

It’s because they put hours upon hours of their sweat, blood, and tears into motherfucking masterpieces and those masterpieces just end up at the bottom of the void.

Yes, yes writers should write for themselves, ultimately, but it’s nice to get some validation—to get someone saying ‘hey, yeah I’m here. I’m seeing you.”

And that is why I try my VERY hardest to reblog with a large comment!

So, please, content consumers, support your content creators.

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@top-hhun these tags are on point

Boys of Summer by Don Henley is defs the theme of this wind down of Top Gun Summer 😭🫡

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Wish I could experience watching the opening credits to Top Gun Maverick for the first time again

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the end of an era 🥺

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writing should be fun.

make oc playlists. spend hours on moodboards that have no purpose. write self-indulgent fluff that’s never going to be published. scribble three lines of poetry in the back of your history notebook. draw fanart of your own characters. write stupid dialogue that your publishers might hate. start new wips that you might never finish but write those three chapters that make you happy because if you don’t write them, who else will?

writing shouldn’t always be about “will publishers like this” or “i have to reach this word count” or “how do i get the most likes”.

have fun with your writing.

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the princess diaries (2001)

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Where The Light Meets the Sea

Where The Light Meets the Sea

Warnings: Death – no way around it. There is no explanation of how the death occurs.

Pairing:  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader! Mitchell Niece

Characters: Brief mentions of Admiral Solomon “Warlock” Bates, Warrant Officer Bernie “Hondo” Coleman, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and Penny Benjamin,

Summary: Hangman dies on a mission. Part of this is the death notification, the rest is reading of the death letter- the letter military members write in case they die on deployment.

Word Count: 1,606

A/N: This was written from inspiration from the Brett Eldredge song Where the Light Meets the Sea. It’s beautiful, if you’ve never heard it, you should definitely give it a go.

Eight Days Ago-

You were sitting at the kitchen island drinking coffee while looking through your planner to see what was on the schedule for your day. The team was due back from their latest mission in two days, and you wanted to get as much done as possible before your husband came home. 

The ring of the doorbell pulled you from your focus.

Looking at the clock, you were thrown off by who it might be; it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. You wrapped your cardigan tighter around yourself before opening the door. 

"Admiral Bates," You spoke, surprised by the man standing in front of you. "Hondo," you barely whispered. 

A thousand thoughts flashed through your brain as you looked at the men in front of you. The air in your lungs felt like it was on fire as you exhaled.  

"Hey, kiddo," Hondo spoke softly, sadness seeping from his voice. 

"Come in," You stated out of muscle memory. You stepped to the side to give them room to come in. You were trying desperately to keep it together, thinking of all the reasons a commanding officer would be at your home. 

Hondo closed the door as they stepped into the entryway. Suddenly you felt like the entire weight of the world sat on your chest, unable to breathe in or out. 

"Mrs. Seresin, I wish I was here under better circumstances." Admiral Bates stated. This was the first time being called Mrs. Seresin that didn't make you smile. "The commandant of the Navy has entrusted me to express his deep regret that your husband, Jacob, was killed in action on the third of March. The commandant extends his deepest sympathy to you and your family in your loss."

You stared at him in disbelief. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Looking at Hondo, you sickly hoped this was just a terrible joke. 

"I don't," Words finally started to come out, "I don't understand. Jake is fine. I'll call him. You'll see." You tried to sound strong in your belief. "Jake is fine." You repeated to yourself. 

Another knock came from the door behind Hondo. No one moved, but the door opened. For the briefest moment, you hoped it was a joke and Jake was coming through the door. But it was your uncle's girlfriend, Penny. She lived across the street and probably saw them pull in.

"Hondo?" Penny spoke with a question in her tone.

Hondo's face twisted up and he shook his head at Penny. She looked between him, Admiral Bates, and you. She came to you and pulled you into her chest. You buried your face in her shoulder and began to sob hysterically. It wasn't a joke. Your husband was really gone.

Today- Hours After the Funeral-

"Are you ready for this?" Mave asked, holding an envelope in his hand. 

You nodded. It was the death letter. Jake had spoken to you about it a few times. Explained that it had evolved over time and promised he wouldn't ever make you read it. In reality, it was a silly promise; he had no control if you had to read it. But you made him a promise; if he died while in the line of duty and you received the dreaded letter, you would wait until after the funeral. Wait until all the public grieving was over, and you could finally take the time to yourself. 

"This came with very specific instructions," Mave explained. "The note said to give it to you after the funeral and send you to his favorite place to read it." 

Penny handed you the keys to the bar, "Just lock up before you leave. If you need a ride, text me." She smiled solemnly.  

"Thank you," You mumbled back. "Really, I don't know how I would be making it through this without the two of you."

Mave pulled you into a tight hug. You knew this was hard on him. He'd already lost his wingman once. Sadly, he knew the steps you'd need to take and held your hand through the process. When you let go, you wiped at the tears pooling under your eyes.

"I'll see you guys in a while." You spoke again, softer this time, trying to keep your voice from breaking. 

Penny kissed your temple and turned away. When you and Jake first started dating, she always ensured you knew this was possible. The job was dangerous, and death was sure to follow them. 

It was a short drive from the house to The Hard Deck. You were thankful for that since the further you drove from the house, the more tears welled up in your eyes. You pulled into the parking lot at the bar and took a deep breath. You knew he wouldn't answer, but you just wanted to hear his voice, so you picked up your phone and pressed the icon with his face. 

"It's Jake, you know what to do. Probably won't call you back, so save yourself some time and call my wife." You chuckled at how accurate the statement was. 

You opened the car door and stepped out. The thick scent of salt water and the cool breeze overtook your senses. You passed the bar and headed straight for the beach behind it. You were thankful that it was secluded and only open to military personnel. It meant you were less likely to get caught bawling your eyes out by a passer-by. 

You kicked off your shoes when you got to the edge of the sand, picking them up in your hand to carry with you. When you made it to the edge of the water, up just enough that you wouldn't get caught in the waves when the tide came in, you sat down. You had on Jake's favorite Navy sweatshirt and yoga capris. A soft breeze kicked up, tousling your hair and wafting the scent of Jake that still lingered on his sweatshirt. 

Without another thought, you opened the dreaded envelope. 

My love,

I hope this letter never makes it to you. I hope you never have to read this or feel the heartache that comes along with it. The first time I wrote this after we got married, I swore that I would do everything in my power to be sure that you never had to read one of these. But if you did, by the end of it you wouldn't doubt for a second how much I love you.

The letter should have been delivered with specific instructions, so you should find yourself where the light meets the sea, at Breakers Beach. It was my favorite spot to visit, even before I met you. Though I never thought I could love the place more, you said yes to my proposal there, and became Mrs. Jacob Seresin in that exact spot. That's when I realized heaven could be a place on earth.

You smiled to yourself, remembering the first month after you married. Jake refused to call you anything but Mrs. Seresin. You belonged to him, and he wanted the whole world to know it. You didn't mind, each time he said it you would smile like a giddy schoolgirl and beam with pride. 

By now, I imagine my voicemail is half full of hang-ups from your calling. I wish that I could answer when you call. 

I know that we had big plans with life and I'm confident that I won't be able to find the words to express the pain it causes me at the thought that we won't be able to do them together. I hope you know you are not alone just because I may not be physically by your side. I'll watch over you no matter where you go or what you do.

Words have always failed me when it comes to telling you how much I love you. From the first time you beat me in a game of pool at The Hard Deck, I knew that my life would never be the same. I would either love you or be pining for you until the end of time. With the whispers between Phoenix and Penny, I thought that you would never give me a chance. There's no easy or less cheesy way to say this – but you changed me without even trying. I wanted to be a better man to be worthy of your attention. When you refused to go out with Hangman but accepted a date with Jake, I knew I could never go back to the man I was. 

He wasn't wrong; Penny and Nat had both spent countless hours telling you all the horror stories of Hangman. The one constant that you found was that none of the stories were about Jake. You played hard to get for a while before you agreed to go on a date with Jake. 

Your ability to call me on my bullshit with just a look or the way still to this day that my heart flutters a little when you say my name. I'm not sure I'll ever understand what I did to redeem myself and make myself worthy of you.  

I hope every time you hear the air cracks of a jet engine or see a contrail in the sky, you smile and think of me. I'll paint you pretty sunrises and sunsets every chance I get. 

I hope you know that I didn't want to leave you. But I'll always be here, in this place, where the light meets the sea.

I love you, always and forever. 

Yours,

Jake

 A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3  

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this entire scene makes me insane. the basis of hangman’s callsign is that he “hangs people out to dry.” he sells them out to save himself. by all rights every other scene up until his redemption arc shows that he’s egotistical and selfish to those who aren’t in his inner circle (ie. coyote)

but this scene. he says “i can’t shoot him without shooting you.” and then whispers an apology! like this shows us so much about who he is as a person and how the name hangman is just a callsign given to him and not who he is intrinsically

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