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[ywpd-translations]

Fic rec! (part 1)

Here are some of the fanfics I have bookmarked on my AO3! I have a few more, so I'll do a part 2 of this soon enough. All of these fics are amazing, so please go read them and show the author some love!

If you have fics to recommend please share them!!

Under read more because it got long~

Makishima/Toudou (TouMaki)

Yowamushi Pedal Three Sentence Fics by mikkimouse (Toudou/Makishima / Fluff / 1282 words /Teen and Up audience. It's a collection a lovely short stories!)

Hanging on the Line by Jaela (Toudou/Makishima / 2026 words / Fake relationship / general audiences)

five times they didn’t kiss and one time they did by Yellow (Makishima/Toudou / 4003 words / 5 times / general audiences)

Aoyagi/Kaburagi (AoKabu)

reminisce by foodandfandom (Aoyagi/Kaburagi / 1253 words / general audiences /Kabu has a crush but of course he's oblivious about it /beautiful beautiful fic, I love it with all my heart)

Imaizumi/Naruko (ImaNaru)

on the west mezzanine by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 3743 words / Teen and up audience / literally one of my fave Imanaru ever!!)

your hands on my cheeks (your shoulder in my mouth) by monkeyingaround (Imaizumi/Naruko / 6115 words / Explicit / basically the nsfw version of the previous one! Just as amazing)

Your Eyes by Allen_Nara (Imaizumi/Naruko / 4018 words / fluff, kissing, touching / Mature)

Butterflies by LadyMarshmallow (Imaizumi/Naruko / 1326 words / fluff, mostly Imaizumi's thoughts / not rated)

Manami/Onoda (SanSaka)

I can still use it by sky_prince (Manami/Onoda / 3913 words / general audiences / so so beautiful, this author really has a way with words)

Kinjou/Arakita (KinAra)

ready to start by joestars for phantomdoodler (Arakita/Kinjou / 3047 words / Fluff / General audiences)

do you want to be with somebody like me? by joestars (Arakita/Kinjou /3082 words /domestic fluff, getting together / Mature / god i absolutely adore this!)

third time's the charm by kinjoy (Arakita/Kinjou / 2115 words /Fluff, first kiss / general audiences)

time to go home by softintelligence (Arakita/Kinjou / 4165 words / magical realism /teen and up audiences)

Danchiku/Kaburagi

Trial Run by GingerCinnamon (Danchiku/Kaburagi / 1749 words / love confessions / general audiences /absolutely adorable)

Urakubo/Niwazuma (NiwaUra)

a beginning colored blue by championhestu (Urakubo/Niwazuma / 1284 words / general audiences / literally my favourite thing ever basically the only fic about them I haven't written myself i own this author my eternal gratitude)

Ishigaki/Midosuji (IshiMido)

Dragonfly Circle by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 11808 words / Explicit / it's been so long since i've read this one but i remember i adored it)

A Night, Your Night by Anonymous (Ishigaki/Midosuji / 7356 words / love confessions, angst / mature)

Arakita/Makishima (MakiAra)

One Hell of a Declaration, Darling by hostilovi (Arakita/Makishima / 9834 words / pining, future fic / teen and up audiences)

Machimiya/Ibitani (IbiMiya)

It's really something by HapaxLegomenon (Machimiya/Ibitani / 1543 words / mutual pining, love confessions / teen and up audiences / a very old one i haven't read in a long while but i remember i loved it)

Onoda/Imaizumi/Naruko

and it's all in my head but– by risquetendencies (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 11792 words / getting together, feeling realization / teen and up audiences / absolutely showstopping, perfect)

Applied Research by rascals (lordlings) (Onoda/imaizumi/Naruko / 17696 words / fluff, confessions / general audiences / again, showstopping)

Midosuji/Onoda (MidoSaka)

A Cast Shadow by Anonymous (Onoda/Midosuji / 55899 words / angst, slow burn, fluff / teen and up audiences / oh god this was so beautiful i need to reread it)

Manami/Teshima (ManaTe)

One More by Anonymous (Manami/Teshima / 45712 words / getting together, banter, flirting / Explicit / i love this fic more than i love myself okay? It's not finished but it doesn't matter it's still worth reading it, literally amazing)

Various Ships

The many meanings of rival by zephsomething (Makishima/Toudou, Imaizumi/Naruko, Onoda/Manami / 1594 words / general audiences)

#ywpd fanfic #fic rec #the fanfic part of the fandom is especially dead so most of these are old #i havent read yowapeda fic in a while #the only recent one is the first toumaki - that one i read today #also i haven't included my own fics #i dont want to be too shameless lmao #btw this made me want to reread all of theeeeseeee #if you guys want rec about specific ships feel free to ask! #also please do share this by reblogging so maybe more people find it i guess?

[booksandabeer]

Rant time!

I'm so, so sick and tired of seeing AI "art" everywhere on my dash. There is no escaping it.

The awesome art noveau building front? AI. The gorgeous porcelain flowers? AI. The fluffy mushroom armchairs? AI. The supercute pre-war Steve and Bucky fanart? AI. The beautiful embroidery of blooming flower meadows? AI. The fun lettuce bed? AI. The gasp-worthy stained glass furniture made from "recycled" plastic? You guessed it: Fucking AI!

To be clear, I'm not calling out people who have unknowingly reblogged AI "art"—it's happened to me, too. Several times even. All I'm asking is that people who feel they absolutely have to share their AI "creations" with the world stop pretending and instead clearly label them as such so that others can make an informed decision as to whether or not they want to have them on their blogs. Nobody has time to put in 10 minutes of fucking detective work to ensure the authenticity of an image every time something about it seems even slightly suspicious.

I'm aware that many of the accounts that share things like the above are aesthetic blogs churning out 50 posts a day and they do not give a fuck. I am also not naive enough to believe that all this can be reversed—that we can somehow put AI back in its box. That ship has sailed. It has taken off into space, never to return.

But maybe we can at least stop lying about it? At least in our fan communities?

So. I am directly addressing the people who pass off AI-generated fanart as their own work. Please stop. Have some respect for your fellow fans. Have some respect for the many artists who have spent years teaching themselves to draw, and even more years to improve their skills, to find & perfect their personal styles, and who spend days or even weeks working on their creations. Have some respect for the new artists who are just starting out and who are still struggling and feeling insecure about sharing their work, which may not be technically perfect, but which they have put so much heart and soul into.

Have some respect—maybe at least for yourself—and stop lying.

#i cannot be the only one who's incredibly frustrated by this #i don't want to have to count the number of fingers every time i see something that looks too 'polished' #if you ever see me rb ai you are VERY welcome to point it out to me #anti ai art

[adventuringblind]

Hi I saw your requests are open you don’t have to write anything if you don’t want to but I had this idea and I wanted to share

I was thinking of meting Charles on Monaco maybe during Sumer break or something, and being a little homesick so he decides to take us to a bookstore (sorry I just like to rad a lot you can change the place) and just talking about like a book he likes and just sitting on the floor with him looking for something to read and getting romantic

Idk if it makes sense but thank you and have a nice day/night

Home is Where You Are

Charles leclerc x reader

Genre: fluff

Request: Yes! I hope you enjoy it, I thought the idea was super cute! I'm open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, George, and Daniel. Also, up for poly fics if anyone is interested. (If you have too much love to go around, clap your hands)

Summary: living with Charles is a dream come true. Longing for home, though, can strike anyone. Good thing he's there to help you through it until you can find time to go visit.

Warnings: home sickness, straight fluff

Notes: written in second person. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

Also, I've sent up my account to let tips be enabled. I was debating whether or not to say this because i dont want to sound like im begging, but frankly, people opinions do not matter me me. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider tipping my posts or my blog. I put a lot of effort into my writing, and it would mean the world to me. Obviously, I won't have my feelings hurt if you ignor this, but I wanted to put it out there.

Masterlist

You and Charles had been together for a while now. Managing to do some long distance when you couldn't travel with him.

Now you were engaged, and you said yes. Knowing you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

You traveled more now. Finding yourself in different countries for the majority of the year. But you always went back home when you could. The family and familiarity bringing you comfort.

When Charles asked you to move in with him, you'd been happy. The two of you now completely together. Ready to share your lives with each other.

You were lucky you could take your job anywhere. The traveling often helping provide inspiration for your novel.

Charles made sure you felt comfortable in his, now yours as well, apartment. Making sure you had your favorite foods. He purchased an entire bookshelf just for you. He even stockpiled the apartment with soft blanket.

It was a dream come true for you.

You loved it. Waking up with Charles. Eating breakfast with him. Not having to FaceTime him to say goodnight for half the year.

When the summer break for formula 1 came around, you found yourself wanting to go back to your home country. You'd been back in Monaco for less than a week, but the days had you missing things you didn't realize you would.

You liked it in Monaco. It's your home now. But it didn't stop your mind from wandering back to the streets you grew up on. To your friends and family. The shops you frequented.

That's how Charles found you. Sitting at the table, staring into your cup of tea. Lost in the world of your subconscious.

"Mon Amour? Are you alright?"

His voice dragged out out of your thoughts. Your eyes dragging themselves to his face as he found a spot next to you.

He knew something was wrong. There was really no point in trying to lie when it was written all over your body.

You run your finger around the rim of your glass. Taking comfort in Charles nimble fingers running up and down your arm.

"Just a bit homesick, I guess." You confessed. Sighing at your relentless thoughts. Pulling your heart deeper into its sad state.

Charles hums in response. Considering what you'd said to him. "I think I know how to cheer you up." He smirks.

Charles couldn't take you back to your home country currently. You'd been working ridiculously hard, and he'd been busy doing sim work. He'd get you there soon, but for now, he'd settle for trying to get your mind off things.

An hour later, you were dressed and walking down the streets of Monaco. Nonclue where Charles was taking you. Just giggling as he held your hand and pulled you along with him. The two of you are making conversation about anything that pops into your heads.

Charles was basking in the warmth of your smile. So much so that he almost missed his intended destination. A little corner store with a vintage looking sign reading 'Nook's Books'.

"Here we are." He smiled and opened the door for you. A little bell rang to alert the owner that someone had entered.

Charles watched as your mouth opened in awe. Taking in the shelves lined top to bottom with books new and old. "I thought you might like it."

"Why did I never know about this?"

"It's hidden away, so those who don't know the city will have a harder time finding it. It's our own little corner of peace." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was going to surprise you right before the wedding."

It didn't take long for you to grab Charles' hand and lead him down the rows of books.

You'd found many books that you liked and had picked a spot on the floor to look through them.

Charles couldn't help but admire you. On the floor surrounded by books. You looked adorable in his eyes.

He plopped down next to you and spread out his arms and legs. Inviting you without words to come rest your body against his. You happy oblige. Crawling into the safety of his arms.

You spent hours in the small store. Charles listening intently as you either talked about a book or read chapters from one.

The twobof you finally left when the store was about to close. Having spent so much time there that it was now dark outside. The streets illuminated with the orangey hue of lampposts.

Charles spun you around as you walked, Making you giggle. Completely unbothered by the nightlife of Monaco.

When you two made it to the outside of the apartment building, Charles pulled you into him.

"I know I can't get you back to your family right now, but are you feeling a bit better?"

"Yes, thank you, for everything." Your eyes met his soft gaze.

"No thanks needed. I was simply doing my job." He chuckled. Leaning in closer to you.

Finally, his lips landed on yours. A loving kiss shared between you two. But this time, when he kissed you, you knew Charles was your home.

#x reader #fanficion #f1 fic #formula one #formula 1 #racing #fluff #reader is a reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc #charles #leclerc #charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader #charles leclerc x y/n #ferrari racing #ferrari formula one #scuderia ferrari #ferrari #formula racing #f1 #cl16 #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles lechair #charles leclerc is a simp and you can't change my mind #hes so adorable #Monaco #motorsport

[musings-of-a-rose]

Falling Slowly - Chapter 9

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: So I thought this may be the last chapter. It's not. Because I'm me.

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Raiders. I’m honestly surprised it’s taken this long for someone to find us. But I thought, or assumed we’d be mostly ok, hidden as well as we are. Joel and Tommy are always extra careful whenever they have to venture out further than our property to scavenge, making sure they aren’t followed. But they’ve only seen people once and that was years ago.

Sarah and Jax move quickly into the hall closet where Joel and Tommy had made a secret hiding place behind a back panel. Tommy hands me a shotgun and squeezes my hand, trying to reassure me that it will all be ok. But I don’t see how it will be. 

The cabin is silent, but getting louder is the unmistakable sound of a truck, no, trucks. Joel and Tommy exchange a look, moving to stand by the front door but well hidden behind the shutters. Rose and I wait in the hallway, staring at each other as we listen as hard as we can. The trucks park and we can hear muffled voices getting out of them. Joel peeks through the slot on his side and whispers to Tommy, but I’m close enough to just hear it. 

“It’s Mr. Jones.”

Mr. Jones? The man who sold us this cabin? We should be ok then, right? I chance a glance around the wall and watch as Joel’s posture changes, his face hardening even though his back is to us. 

“He’s with the Raiders.”

Why is Mr. Jones with raiders? Was he captured? Why would he come here, to a cabin he’d sold us long before the outbreak? 

“What’s the move?” Tommy looks at his brother, waiting to see his reply. Joel stands another moment, watching the men get out of the truck outside. 

“Just follow my lead and stay quiet. If it goes south, take the kids and the girls and get out.”

“I won’t leave you-”

“Tommy.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but a firm warning, and by his silence, I know Tommy complied. 

Joel takes a deep breath and unlocks the door, carrying his shotgun loose in his hands, pointed down, but still ready to go if needed.

“Hey, Mr. Jones. It’s Joel. Joel Miller.” 

There’s silence for a moment before he replies. I have to strain to hear him properly. “Holy shit! Joel? It’s really you?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh! Wow, never would’ve guessed. Everyone make it out ok?”

Joel pauses for a moment, like he’s thinking how to best reply. “We survived the outbreak.”

A chuckle. “Well that’s amazing news!” There’s a slight lull in the conversation, a heavily weighted pause.

“Can I help you all with something?” Joel asks.

“Ah. Well see, I’d forgotten about this cabin, having sold it to you so long ago. Well, it feels like a long time ago. So much has happened…..anyway, I remembered we were setting it up to be off grid and I hoped you all had continued that, maybe have some supplies? I didn’t think you’d actually be here.”

“What supplies do you need?”

“All of them.”

There’s a more weighted pause before Joel replies. “Yeah, I can’t help you with that.”

“Well now, I think you can.”

This isn’t like Mr. Jones. Not the sweet man and his sweet wife who just loved the Miller brothers. Mrs. Jones especially adored Tommy, as she often told him he reminded her so much of a brother she had lost when she was younger. I can hear Tommy grip his gun harder and I glance at Rose, both of us locking eyes in the understanding that we may have to book it down the escape route rather quickly if things escalate. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones. I would be happy to trade with you, but I can’t just-”

“You know, the only reason you’re still alive is because my wife loved you guys so much. Tommy especially. He reminded her so much of her brother Gabriel. She wouldn’t have wanted anything bad to happen to you.”

“Is she ok?”

Another pause. “She…didn’t make it past outbreak day.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. She was a good woman.”

“She was. But, now you see my predicament. I don’t want to hurt you out of respect for my wife. And I’m assuming you have a lot of resources, considering I’m fairly positive your brother and your kids and wives are all hiding here too.”

“So what do you propose?”

“There’s no need for bloodshed here. There are many of us and a few of you. Still, I wouldn’t want to upset my wife.”

“Alright then. You and your men can just go and we’ll forget it happened.”

“Ah, well. I do have responsibilities to my men too. They also have families and needs…how about this: we leave you all here with your supplies, but you and Tommy have to come work for us. Only when we need you. We could use your construction expertise but also your, apparently steady trigger fingers.”

A long pause. “Can I have a moment?”

“Absolutely. We’ll be here, in good faith.”

“In good faith.”

Joel’s heavy boots tap against the floor as he moves back inside, gently closing the door almost shut behind him, his peripheral trained on the men he can see through the crack. Joel calls to use and Rose and I join our men in front of the door. 

“Well?” Joel asks, looking at all of us.

“How many men are there?” Rose asks. “I’m a pretty good shot.”

Joel shakes his head. “There’s at least 10. And they mentioned families so I think if they didn’t return, more would come.”

“We could just leave? Throw a few things in some backpacks and head out the tunnel with the kids?”

“And go where, Daisy?” Joel’s dark eyes meet mine. “There’s nowhere around for miles and these raiders are bound to go looking around. Not to mention the damn infected. We can’t give this place up.”

I know he’s right, but still. It had to be said.

“I don’t like this, Joel.” Rose takes his hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want you gone for God knows how long.” 

Joel lifts her hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. “I know. But we have to do this to take care of you. All of you. Tommy?” Joel looks at his brother, but I don’t have to look to know what his response will be. Tommy will do anything to protect Jax and I, no matter what.

“Yeah. We gotta protect ours.”

Joel nods at Tommy. “It’s settled.”

It was almost 2 weeks before they came back, just one vehicle, Joel and Tommy gathering up their backpacks, nerves visible in their features. Joel went around back to grab another tool bag and Rose and Sarah followed him. Jax was still asleep upstairs and Tommy had already said goodbye to his sleeping son. He slides his arm through the other strap and I adjust his flannel shirt, picking at it in an attempt to do something other than cry. 

“Hey.” Tommy lifts my chin with his finger and gently presses his lips to mine before pulling back to look at me. “I’ll come back. I promise.”

“Please be careful, Tommy. I love you so much, I can’t…I can’t lose you. Not again, I-”

“Hey, darlin’. I love you too. I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

He pulls me to him and I nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it permeate my brain as it tries to memorize everything about him. But then Joel walks back inside, handing Tommy another tool bag before moving to the front door. 

“Be safe.”

“You too.”

Rose, Sarah, and I stand together in the doorway, watching Joel and Tommy get into the truck, not knowing when they’ll come back.

Or if.

The first few times they went, they helped the raiders build some additions to their compound, fortifying their defenses and just general maintenance and repair. I had asked Tommy if no one there knew how to do any of this, as it seemed pretty odd that in a compound of the size they discussed, that no one knew how to do something as simple as switch out a doorknob.

“Yeah, normally that would be odd. Except, they’re all rich people.”

I look up at him from where I had been snuggling against his chest. “What?”

He nods. “Yeah. Before the outbreak, all of these people had money. I’m talking loaded. Lots of them telling stories about it. So they’re not used to doing things for themselves.”

“So the rich people are raiders?”

He shrugs. “Guess maybe they couldn’t cope with doing without. So they just started taking.”

About 6 months in, the raiders come to collect Joel and Tommy, this time for an actual raid. They promised they’d be careful, looking out for people and clickers. But I don’t like it. It was bad enough them going to help the raiders build their home. But this?

They don’t return for nearly 2 weeks. 

Before, they were gone at most 4 days. Byt the end of the 2 weeks, Rose and I were ready to go charging the base and probably would have if it wasn’t for Sarah and Jax. 

They returned in the middle of the night, the kids fast asleep. Rose and I were still awake, having a hard time sleeping without them here. But the sound of a truck was unmistakeable in the quiet and we carefully headed downstairs, peeking out the slot in the shutters that Joel had looked out before, making sure it was really them. Joel and Tommy hopped out of the truck, slinging their bags over one shoulder without so much as a glance behind them. But my initial wave of relief at the sight of them quickly was replaced by concern as Tommy gets closer and I can see the hunch in his shoulders, his eyes on the ground. Something had happened. Something bad. Rose opens the door and Joel steps inside, Tommy following behind him as Rose closes the door. They drop their packs and kick off their boots, stowing them in the little baskets we had placed by the door.

“Tommy?” I reach for his hand but he snatches it back, not quite meeting my eye.

“I need to shower.”

I was stunned. He had been on some dirty construction sites, even building for the raiders, and not once has he never kissed me when he came home. Out the corner of my eye, I see a similar conversation happening between Joel and Rose, Joel following Tommy upstairs. 

“What the fuck happened?” Rose whispers to me, her eyes on the stairs where Joel had just been.

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem good.”

I pop my head in the kid’s room, checking that they’re still asleep. I should stop calling it the kids room as Sarah is nearly 20 now. But they’re both so attached at the hip, I forget that she’s so much older than him. 

I close our door behind me, hearing the shower click off as I kick off my house shoes. I sit on the bed, quietly waiting for him. Tommy emerges from the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, his hair wet and curly, sticking to his neck and forehead. He turns to the dresser and grabs a pair of boxers and puts them on, tossing the wet towel in the basket. He sits next to me on the bed, still not looking at me. It’s almost as if he’s..ashamed?

I cup my hand to his cheek and lift his face to mine and immediately have to choke back tears at the look of defeat in his eyes. “Hey. I love you.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I love you too.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give details. But fuck, Daisy, I…we had to do some shady shit and I don’t…But it’s to keep you safe so I will, but-”

“Hey, hey,. It’s ok. We can just leave. We have the truck and we have more time now so we can load it up and-”

He shakes his head. “Joel’s right though. They’ll come looking for us. Especially now.”

“What do you mean especially now?”

Tommy looks down, picking at his fingers. “We were good at our job. Joel more than me, but they liked how good of a shot I am.”

“Tommy. Look at me.” It takes him several moments but he does, his eyes watering. “I love you. I love you no matter what, ok?” He nods but like he doesn't believe me. I place my hands on either side of his face and pull him to me, pressing my lips to his. 

And to my surprise, he melts into me, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair, the other gripping my hip as he deepens the kiss. He turns his body, pressing me down into the bed as he lays on me, kissing down my neck, goosebumps erupting down my arms. I know this isn’t a healthy way to cope but it seems to be what he needs and honestly, I need him. I need to hold him, know he’s here with me, solidly here. He pushes his hips against mine, my back arching as he nips at my neck, his hips rocking faster and faster, chasing his high. His hands are everywhere, sliding over my skin, gripping me, touching me, his lips drawing paths across my body. My fingers tangle in his curls, my legs wrapping around him, urging him deeper, faster until finally lights erupt behind my eyes, my whole body tingling as I moan his name, hearing my own echoed back at me as his hips sputter against mine. He presses his forehead to mine and takes a few breaths before he pulls out, allowing me time to use the bathroom first. When he’s done, he slides into bed and pulls me to his chest, wrapping his large arms around me, my back pressed into his broad chest, his nose in my hair. 

“I’m here if you want to talk, but I’m also here if this is what you need. Whatever you want, I’m here, Tommy.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Every time they leave, I swear a part of them doesn't come back. Joel seems more aggressive. Not to us, but just...angrier. Tommy's shoulder's slump, his smile often not reaching his eyes, staring blankly out at the trees as he relives whatever horrors he's had to do.

It's when the last bit of life in his eyes snuffs out that I decide I need to do something.

I'd always told him he could talk to me and sometimes he did. I know he hasn't told me everything they've had to do, and I don't expect him to. I've asked him to leave before, but he always said Joel never would. That he couldn't leave his brother. But after 5 years, it finally took that last little bit of him I had left. I couldn't continue on like this. We couldn't continue on like this.

I come back into the cabin, washing my hands in the kitchen sink, before I head back outside, walking down through the trees to the dock, knowing I'd find Tommy sitting at the edge of it, glass of water clutched in his hand as he stares blankly out at the water, a million miles away.

"Hey, handsome." I sit next to him, gently placing my hand on his thigh and giving it a light squeeze. He blinks rapidly a few times, coming back to present before looking at me, smiling slightly.

"Hey, beautiful."

I place my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over the bit of stubble that had grown in the last few days. "Are you here with me?"

His dark eyes meet mine and he blinks. "I am."

"Come with me?"

He cocks his head slightly to the side as I stand up, offering my hand out to him. He takes it, the warmth from his large hand seeping into mine as I lead him off the deck and back into the woods, down a path he'd taken me years ago. Albeit I was blindfolded, but I'm not bothering with a blindfold this time.

It had taken me a few days to figure it out, setting up the tent and blankets just like he'd done for our anniversary not too long after...well, after. I thought for sure he'd know where we're going but if he does, he says nothing, his fingers still laced with mine as we walk around trees and over roots. When the clearing appears and he sees the tent, he stops walking. I look back at him and am met with a blank stare.

"Tommy?"

"What..what are we doing here?"

"I thought it might be nice to get away for at least a night."

His jaw clenches. "Shit, did I miss our anniversary?"

At least he remembered why we had been here before. "No. I just...come sit with me?" I take his one hand in both of mine, pulling him slightly towards the blanket I had spread out. He pauses for a moment but then acquiesces, kicking off his boots and stretching out his long legs on the blanket. I kick off my own boots and sit next to him, hesitating before taking his hand again, feeling him lace his fingers through mine.

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

I told myself I wouldn't cry, that I'd be strong. But when I looked at him, his eyes staring at mine, and I couldn't see that light, I lost it. Giant drops fell from my eyes, splashing against our entwined hands.

"Hey, hey Daisy. What's wrong?" He drops my hand to place it on my cheek, cradling my face with both hands.

"I..can't...can't..."

He pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and I finally feel safe, secure, like he's fully here with me in this moment. It takes me a few minutes to calm down, but he's patient with me, always so patient, just holding me and letting me sort myself.

"We have to leave, Tommy."

He doesn't move, still for a long moment and so I sit up, drying my tears on the back of my hand.

"Daisy, we can't. I told you, Joel won't-"

"Every time you guys leave, a part of you doesn't come back. I know you're having to do terrible shit, more terrible than the crap you've told me about. And I've supported you as best I can, but Tommy, I feel like you're finally slipping away from me and I can't pull you to me, and I can't lose you, I just can't. Not again. I won't survive it."

"Oh darlin'. I'm right here."

I look up at him. "But that's just it. You're not. Even when you're here, you're not. This last trip. Something took the last bit of light from your eyes and I-" a sob ripples up from my throat and Tommy immediately pulls me to him again.

"You said you're protecting us. But who's going to protect us when you're gone, Tommy? Even if you're alive, you can still be gone. Please. We have to go."

A drop of water hits my cheek, but it's not my tears. I turn my head up and see tears freely flowing down Tommy's cheeks. This time it's my turn to hold him, press him to my chest as he cries. It's several long minutes before the sobs stop, the tears finally drying. My fingers are still tangled in his curls, gently patting him and lightly scratching his head. He sits up, wiping his eyes on his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Daisy. I thought I could handle it."

"Hey. You're so fucking strong. Most people would've cracked by now."

He smiles weakly. "I would have, if it weren't for Joel." His face falls. "He'll never leave, Daisy. He's convinced this is the safest option."

"Tommy, we can't continue on like this forever."

He nods. "You're right. I gotta take care of my family and that's what I'm gonna do."

"What if Joel won't come?"

"He won't. I'll make the offer to Rose and Sarah, but I'm sure they'll stay. But we'll still go."

"You sound like you have a plan?"

He's quiet again, his eyes going far away for several moments before looking back at me.

"Actually, I do. I've heard about this freedom fighting group called the Fireflies."

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GUESS WHAT WE GOT ANOTHER REPOSTER. 

You know, i came onto tumblr really excited to share this dumb doodle comic i did, now i just feel gross. Because this was reposted on an app i do not have an account for and I cannot contact them via there, I’m posting this here, so sorry to y’alls who just trying to have a good time, some people just have trouble being half-decent ig

I was not contacted by this person or asked in any way shape or form to use my art on their account. They do not credit or mention me (not that that would make this any better) and I do NOT want my stuff on tiktok. 

To this person, this is your one and only warning: 

Take. My. Art. Down. Now. 

You have reposted my art, my mutuals art, my friends art and even my siblings art. What you are doing is harmful to me and to my friends. This is disgusting and disheartening ESPECIALLY seeing my art used in such a way that makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable and I am sick and tired of seeing this. 

Think I’m being harsh? my art has been stolen and reposted and used without my permissions dozens of times and I am getting sick and tired of it. I want to be patient and kind but that’s kind of difficult when i see others not only harming me but also my friends livelihoods and incomes by stealing their art like this. And it is disgusting to see you use a minor’s art the way you did. To you it’s nothing more than a few minutes of posting and a couple of likes. To the artist you take it form it means the difference between a meal and going to bed hungry.

To anyone else who has reposted art in the past or are considering doing so now, DO NOT. It is harmful and cruel and while you’re laughing about the edits you use my art in, I, the creator, and sitting here sick to my stomach and considering never posting again because of your behaviour. I’ve got to wonder if you care about the people you consume content for at all? because from where I’m sitting you look selfish, inconsiderate and cruel. 

If you want to support an artist, REBLOG THEIR STUFF. SHARE LINKS. TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THIS COOL COMIC AND LINK THEM BACK TO THE SOURCE. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES REPOST WITHOUT AN ARTISTS PERMISSION OR KNOWLEDGE. Ask if you’re wondering if you can use art in a tribute or edit. Credit them if they say yes. If they say no, be respectful of the creator you like and find something else to use or better yet, make your own. 

to all my good followers, I love you guys, and thanks for having my back. I really appreciate your support and kindness as I create and deal with this kind of stuff. 

I’m not sure what i’m going to do about this aside from this post, and i really don’t want to make an account for this, hopefully if the reposter has any decency they’ll take down all the stolen art and stop doing this and i won't have to. 

For the time being, I’m not feeling real great, aside from being angry about this, I feel sick, so I won’t be sharing that comic I was going to post. I’m really sorry anyone who wanted to see my stuff is suffering from the actions of this person. Maybe I’ll feel better in a couple weeks or so, but for the time being I’m gonna continue being mostly offline. 

~knox

Edit (July 3 2022): as of today the reposter has taken my art down and a lot of the other reposted work down and posted an apology to me and one other artist they reposted from (they reposted the work of at least six other artists) due to some other issues that I will not be specifying I have blocked them. Again, please don't harass this person if you recognize them. Or any reposters or people who demonstrate bad behavior. Letting people know reposting is harmful is one thing, but attacking them and rentelessly chasing them off their socials is another. Thanks guys hope you're all having a stellar day o7

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ... 1/3

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . you weather the strained state of your relationship with steve by indulging in a little distraction in the form of eddie munson (spoiler: it only make matters worse)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . two / three

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, minimal dirty talk

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . i abhor cheating irl, but i had this idea and thought i would indulge a little bit--also very rusty at writing explicit content, so be gentle--like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 really considered yourself the jealous type. In fact, before Steve, you had always prided yourself on your lack of insecurity when it came to the people you dated. You never second guessed yourself when it came to them, having this ability to find a sense of confidence within yourself instead of seeking that validation from another. To you, if there was any sense of wandering eyes from your significant other you chalked it up to a them problem instead of a you problem.

But that was before Steve, after Steve was turning out to be a whole different ball game.

Right from the start, things had been different with Steve. Interdimensional worlds and girls with telekinetic powers aside, you had always felt there was more at stake with your relationship with Steve than with others; and maybe that was because you had fallen so hard from him so quickly despite originally being his wingman. You had gone into things with no expectations, just wanting to help a heartbroken guy get back with the girl of his dreams and then next thing you know you’re dancing with him outside the middle school’s annual snow ball, telling him you can’t be his girlfriend because he was still hung up on his ex.

And maybe that’s where the problem lies–you were never truly convinced that Steve Harrington was completely over Nancy Wheeler. Who could blame him? She was beautiful, smart and brave, and sure maybe you were those things too–Steve had told you plenty of times that you were–but you didn’t share the same history that he did with Nancy. She was his first love, the girl he changed for, the one he imagined a future with with six little nuggets. You had seen the way he looked at her in the RV when he spoke of what he wanted for the future, of family trips, with a beautiful wife and lots of kids. He had never been so candid like that with you, making you fear that when he looked to the future, it was Nancy instead of you that he imagined sharing those moments with.

How the fuck am I supposed to compete with that? You thought bitterly as you exhaled a cloud of smoke.

You leaned your head back, looking up at the ceiling of Eddie’s new place–a temporary housing solution his uncle worked out so Eddie didn’t have to stay at the shelter with him. It wasn’t safe after all–very few in Hawkins had been convinced that the metalhead had nothing to do with the murders or the approaching hellscape of the Upside Down; and even though there was bigger fish to fry, there were a few individuals who had taken it upon themselves to try and hunt Eddie down to distribute their own definition of justice.

Which led to now–him hiding away in your mom’s converted garage after little convincing on yours and Wayne’s part. Thankfully, your mom was pretty cool and familiar enough with Wayne to trust him when he said his nephew was innocent. Not the kind to judge someone by their appearance, your mom had been happy to help though a little reluctant due to the risks that came with harboring a wanted person. She had you after all to worry about.

Still, Eddie was there in your mother’s garage and ever since he had moved to such a close proximity to you–literally annexed down the hall from your bedroom–you had made a habit of joining him for afternoon smoke sessions. And sometimes those smoke sessions turned into all day affairs–like today–especially during your days off from work and volunteering, and when you were worrying yourself sick about the state of your deteriorating relationship.

You had seen Steve talking to Nancy at the food drive you all had decided to volunteer at yesterday; had seen the way his mouth turned up into a soft smile as she laughed at something he said. Whether it was camaraderie or something deeper, it had left a pit in your stomach that kept eating away at you. And so there was Eddie, sitting right beside you on the secondhand couch your mother had found for free on the side of the road–never mind the mystery stains and the faint smell of peppermint and tobacco that still clung to its upholstery. Eddie had this way of making everything disappear in the moment, making all your worries and problems go away so you could just exist in that moment–with him. Even when he had been recovering from the demobats, connected to all kinds of heavy machinery in the hospital, he had been the one cracking the smiles and jokes, lightening the dark reality of his almost demise.

You admired that quality in him, and as you stared at his side profile on the couch–eyes drawn to the amused curve on his lips as he let out a soft laugh–you realized that wasn’t the only quality you liked about Eddie. If you were being quite honest, the more time you spent with Eddie the more you found out you liked about him; before everything that had happened to bring Eddie into the inner circle of the Upside Down Crew, you hadn’t given the outcast much of a second thought, a part of your past you were beginning to regret. He really was a cool person to be around, and kind and funny and even though there were cracks in the armor of his confidence, he still gave off this “I don’t care what anyone else thinks” kind of attitude that you liked.

And even though they were polar opposites, you could see why Dustin had decided he wanted to look up to guys like Eddie and Steve. Despite being essentially different in many ways, the duo shared many qualities that made them the perfect role models. They were respectful and thoughtful and brave….

And undeniably attractive, you groaned to yourself.

You tore your eyes away from Eddie’s figure, looking at the lit joint in between your index and middle finger. Lifting it to your lips, you took another drag and tried to ward away the inappropriate thoughts of your boyfriend Steve and new friend Eddie. Having such thoughts while in a committed relationship didn’t exactly make you feel like a great person, especially when you were so up in your own emotions about just the speculation of your boyfriend wanting to get back with his ex. As far as you knew, Steve hadn’t acted on those emotions if they did exist and even though he had seemed distant as of late that wasn’t an indicator of guilt on his part.

Still, as far as your heart was concerned, things weren’t looking so good for Steve and you and the possibility of breaking up soon loomed over your head like a heavy rain cloud. Eddie had become a source of comfort for you as of late, your smoke sessions steadily becoming the highlight of your week. It was sad to remember how date nights with Steve had once held that title, but you couldn’t remember the last time you weren’t the one to suggest going out and doing something. You missed the reassurance of your importance in his life, in his routine, but with each day that passed it was becoming less of a stab and more of a sting in your heart.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” The sound of Eddie’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You felt the brush of his arm against yours and looked over, first at the pale skin of his forearm–the ripple of muscle and veins apparent underneath–and then up into the dark brown of his eyes. They were hooded, dark circles underneath from the sleepless nights since the battle with Vecna; you remember hearing the shuffle of Eddie’s feet as he paced right down the hall from your room–wanting to be there for him like he had been for you but not knowing how; not knowing if your heart could take much more vulnerability when it came to Eddie Munson.

So instead, you stayed up with him, listening to the rhythmic padding of his feet against the linoleum flooring laid down in the garage the first summer after your parents divorce and the indiscernible murmurings as he whispered to himself. That’s why you had matching eye bags as you looked at each other, his lips curving into a smirk as a singular dark eyebrow raised, because you couldn’t bear to leave him awake by himself. If you could offer him no words of comfort, then you would bear witness to the familiar presence of his pain and anxiety.

“Huh?” You responded, unable to formulate a proper response as your mind raised a mile a minute with all your observations. How could you possibly explain it all to him in a way that would do your inner turmoil justice?

Eddie began to chuckle, chest rising and shaking in response as he replied, “you are so baked.”

“Am not,” you muttered in mock offense even as your lips curved into a responding smile, beginning to laugh as well.

“Come on,” he snorted, shifting his position so his body was situated towards yours, “it’s me you’re talking to, doll, you don’t have to hide how blazed you are.”

He snatched the joint from your hand, the pads of his calloused fingers brushing against yours as he pulled away. It sent little shocks through the nerves in your arm and straight to the stringy muscles of your heart as it began to beat harder. Letting out a breathless laugh, you pulled your legs up onto the couch, eyes gluing to your bare feet as your arms wrapped around your knees. You were in your pajamas, an oversized shirt you’re pretty sure your mom stole from your dad in the early days of their marriage and in which you had proceeded to steal from her; your bottoms were a pair of shorts you used to wear for PE class back in high school.

Bringing the rolled up paper to his lips, Eddie took a long drag as he kept his eyes on you, even with your head down you could still feel them on you–searching for an answer that you weren’t sure you heard.

What was even going on in my head? You thought hotly, angry at yourself for being so confused–about Steve and Eddie and even yourself. What did I even want at this point?

Did you want to work things out with Steve? Could you even be honest about how you felt about him and your worries about Nancy? Or did you want something–or someone–else?

Sighing, you pick at a loose thread at the hem of the shirt, focusing on that as Eddie exhaled a cloud of smoke and leaned forward to snub out the joint in the overfilled ashtray. Not much else to do, you knew Eddie spent most of his time reading through your old childhood comics and smoking, between DnD planning sessions of course. The guy was determined to get everyone together for a campaign soon, not even the end of the world or everything he had been through recently had dampened his spirit for the game. Maybe it was his way of clinging to some semblance of normal; you knew that you had tried to do the same after your first run in with the Upside Down, which felt more like a distant memory than just a mere two years ago.

It was strange to think you’d had two years with Steve Harrington, your first serious relationship, and that didn’t seem like nearly enough to you.

The thought of that triggered an overflow of tears in your eyes, which threatened to slide down your cheeks until you quickly dashed them away as Eddie leaned back into the couch. It was too late of course, he had seen your futile efforts to stay the brutal tears, and now that he was staring at you it was almost impossible to hold it back.

And so you didn’t.

You let the tears fall as you sniffled, feeling embarrassed as you turned your body away from Eddie, “it’s nothing really, I promise.”

Of course, Eddie wasn’t buying it as he sighed and offered you a small smile, body scooting across the couch until both your legs pressed together and his hand was on your shoulder, pushing back the weight of your hair to reveal the skin of your neck. He was close enough that you felt the brush of each breath he took, causing you to close your eyes and just try to breathe. You didn’t want Eddie seeing you this way and worrying, most of all you didn’t want him to know what was really going on with you. You didn’t want him knowing because it would make everything weird between you too, and right now Eddie was one of the few comforts in your life.

“It’s obviously not nothing, doll,” Eddie added pressure to the muscle at the back of your shoulder, his thumb rubbing in a rhythmic circle. “You know you can tell me anything, so what’s going on?”

You had to resist the urge to lean back into him, pressing your back against his chest and just melting into him. It would be so easy to just forget that you loved Steve for a moment, and embrace for a moment these complicated new feelings for Eddie. You didn’t know if you even liked the guy that way, you just knew that you liked his company and found yourself thinking about him even when he wasn’t there and of course there was his undeniable good looks.

“Eddie…” you sighed, your resolve slowly fading–ready to just give in and spill your guts right there.

“Did something happen with you and Steve?” He asked, pulling his hand away and letting it fall back into his lap.

“No…why would you say that?” You finally looked at him, shaking your head as you wiped away the tears under your eyes.

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure out why a girl could be crying,” he shrugged and then groaned a moment later, rolling his eyes as he rubbed his hands over his face. Your eyes were drawn to his rings and the tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeve. “Sorry, that was probably a shitty thing to say….plenty more you could be crying about other than some boy. I mean, we almost all died there not too long ago didn’t we?”

It only endeared him more to you that he apologized. Drawing a soft laugh out, you settled your body back around to face him, your position mirroring his own as your knees touched his and your hands found refuge in the cradle of your legs. You both sat like that for a moment, silence stretching out between you, heavy with words you didn’t know if you had the courage to say. But maybe he had the right to know, and maybe just maybe he could talk some sense into you if you were to tell him about how you were feeling.

So, you took a deep breath, tearing your eyes away from the loose thread of your shirt once more and back into the concerned expression of Eddie Munson. It made your heart skip a beat–that stare–but you didn’t let it weaken your resolve as you spoke:

“Nothing happened between Steve and I,” you started off with a shake of your, “but that’s the problem. Nothing has happened between Steve and I for a long time. It just sort of feels like we’re both going through the motions of what it means to be together, but there’s nothing really….there.”

It hurt you to say the words out loud, but a part of you felt freed by the admission, especially when you looked at Eddie nodding; he was listening and taking everything in, one of his hands lifting to smooth over the growing stubble on his chin–you’d have to ask later if he wanted you to pick up some shaving supplies later, though you had to admit it looked good on him.

“And,” you continued, “sometimes I’ll see him talking to Nancy, and he’ll get this look on his face–this smile on his lips–and I can’t help but feel that there’s still something there. He hasn’t looked at me like that in forever, if he ever even did….”

You rest your head on the palm of your hand, feeling helplessly lost about to feel, and the silence that hung in the air afterwards only caused your anxieties to rise.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Instead of waiting for him to tell you how crazy you were being, you continued like the floodgates of your brain had finally been opened and there was no going back now: “I know it’s probably stupid of me to worry because chances are I’m just overthinking–being paranoid ya know? I mean, of course Steve loves me and….and I love him right?”

Posed as a question not necessarily to Eddie but to yourself, you didn’t give him a chance to reply even as he opened his mouth.

“Things change all the time. It doesn’t have to mean he still loves her, or that I….that I….”

You couldn’t finish the thought, because it would mean voicing into existence the possibility of you and Eddie. And you weren’t sure you were ready for anything to change between you and him. There was comfort in these moments you shared, and the fear of losing that safe space was too great a risk.

“That you what?” Eddie leaned forward, urging you with his eyes and then his touch; he reached out and took your hand, pressing his thumb lightly to the back of it. “Come on doll….don’t leave me hanging.”

You wanted nothing more than to hold his hand back, but even that felt like a betrayal to Steve so you just let it hang there limply between you as you contemplate your next move. On the one hand, if you kept these feelings to yourself then nothing had to change; you and Steve could work everything out, and Eddie and you could continue on with your smoke sessions and being just friends. But on the other hand, what if you were missing out on something? If you and Steve broke up, there might be a chance–even if slim–for something more than friendship with Eddie.

You wanted to be with Steve, you loved Steve, but there was a part of you that couldn’t deny that there was something in there for Eddie too.

“Eddie….” you sighed, trying to pull your hand away but he held on, bringing his free hand in to join the other one. He drew patterns on the skin of your hand, a look of patience and understanding on his face–he was willing to wait, no matter how long it took you to get the words out.

Another endearing quality of his….

There’s something to lose either way, you thought to yourself, so fuck it.

“Eddie, I….I love Steve,” you forced the words out, not willing to let yourself second guess this decision anymore. “Until a couple of months ago, I thought I’d probably end up marrying him and all that romantic shit–a part of me still wants that, I won’t lie. But, there’s another part of me that figures what’s the point? It’s so obvious that he’s not over Nancy, and maybe he never was, and I’m just trying to prevent the inevitable. And, why shouldn’t he go be happy with her, and have this brood of children….like do I even want kids?”

You were babbling now and a part of you wanted Eddie to stop, but he didn’t, just stared at you with that same thoughtful expression as his tongue poked out and wetted his lips.

“And why shouldn’t I be able to be happy and be just as loved? What if I miss out on something because I’m too afraid to let Steve go? And he’s too much of a good guy to do it himself….”

You stop, taking in a deep shuddering breath as you let the gravity of your words sink in, feeling new tears fall down your cheek as you shakily laugh.

“God, it tears me apart to think about not being with him but….”

“But what?” Eddie pressed when you didn’t continue right away–he was leaning closer, both your hands in each of his own now. You could feel the press of the rings into your flesh, leaving faded indents with each shift of his grip as he rubbed your hands.

“But maybe it hurts just as much to think about not taking a chance with you.”

The revelation was like its own entity, a third wheel hanging between the two of you as the realization of what you meant settled over Eddie. You saw the moment it crossed his mind what you were settling on, his expression going from slightly confused to surprised, eyebrows lifting as he looked at you, head tilting in an unspoken need for confirmation.

“Fuck,” you groan, pulling your hands away so you could wipe away tears and run your hands through your hair. “I like you okay? And that makes me feel simultaneously giddy and shitty.”

His momentary silence was enough to activate your flight response; were it not for him reclaiming your hands as soon as you were done fidgeting, you might just have done so but he held you gently as he tried to formulate his response. You had nothing left in you, having just spilled your guts about feelings for someone who wasn’t your boyfriend.

God, you felt like a terrible person, you should’ve just talked to Steve-

“Can I kiss you?” The question threw you out of your own thoughts and back into the room with Eddie, who was looking at you with a set expression on his face–there was nothing soft or amused about it, he was dead serious.

You hesitated–of course you did. Here the guy that you had feelings for and who wasn’t your boyfriend was asking if he could kiss you. You mentally added asks for consent to your ever growing list of things you liked–loved–about Eddie Munson. After what felt like forever, you found yourself nodding your head, unable to make the word come out of your mouth–that would only ground this moment more into reality.

“I need a yes from you,” Eddie hummed, his hands moving up your arm, leaving a path of gooseflesh in their wake. He stroked the skin of your upper arm, resting there as he waited for your next move–the ball now in your court.

He wanted this to be reality, needed it to be, you realized. The feeling of being needed sparked something in you and you found yourself nodding again as your lips parted:

“Yes, Eddie–you can kiss me.”

That’s all it took–those six words–and Eddie was leaning in. He didn’t kiss you at first, instead allowing one of his hands to cup your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb traced the apple of the bone. His eyes were wide open to your half lid, watching the expression on your face for any change as he slowly leaned and pressed your lips together.

It was just a small peck, a few seconds of contact, before he was pulling back and assessing your reaction. At first, you didn’t know how to feel, aside from a barely concealed devastation at the reality of what you had just done–kissed another guy, someone who wasn’t Steve. It scared you how quickly that guilt faded into the back of your mind however as you soon were following Eddie and pressing your lips together again, eyes threatening to drift closed. But you wanted to see him, wanted to see his reaction.

Your hands found his collarbones, hanging onto the shallow indents there gently as you moved your lips together, pulling back barely only to press another kiss to his soft lips. It went on like that for what felt like forever, just the two of you sharing kisses, and all the while Eddie’s eyes never left yours. He looked surprised at first, and then amazed, and then something else entered his eyes–something akin to the ache that was building in your stomach.

The kiss deepened and your eyes closed as Eddie’s hands came up to rest on your lower back, your shirt riding up over your knees and revealing your shorts. You felt your body being pulled closer until you were halfway on his lap, thighs parting to rest on either side of him as you returned his enthusiasm. All thoughts of Steve were extinguished from your mind as you let yourself fall into that moment completely with Eddie.

He let you set the pace, deciding when to speed up and slow down, hands straying no higher or lower than the middle of your back. You could feel the tease of his fingers at the clasp of your bra, but there was no hint of pressure in the curiosity of his touch.

Soon enough, you parted reluctantly with one last soft peck. You nodded your permission as Eddie’s hands stopped at the hem of your shirt, and he slid them under and slowly up without further hesitation. His fingers played with the skin under your bra, pulling the lacy fabric from your skin only to let it snap back in place as he looked at you with hooded eyes. His fingers rubbed away the slight sting as you sat there together, contemplating your next move.

“We don’t have to-” “I-”

You both stopped as the other began to speak, mirroring the other’s smile as you both let out an awkward laugh. The moment was short lived though as Eddie grew serious, eyes filled with lust and intention as he continued:

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can stop and go back to smoking or-or call it a night if you want. But honestly, I’d really fucking like to go down on you.”

Your mouth gaped open in shock. Eddie’s expression didn’t change, still serious and intent on your face, reading your reaction carefully as he shifted you further onto his lap. It was then that you felt it–the proof of his desire for you, the beginnings of his hardening cock, becoming an outline in the denim of his jeans and brushing against the inside of your thigh. Your pussy clenched at his admission, seeking relief against his bulge, as you shifted in his lap. Arms coming up around his neck, you leaned in for another kiss, unable to articulate how much his request had turned you on.

Pulling away too soon for your liking, Eddie chuckled and rubbed their noses together.

“That your way of giving me the greenlight to eat you out?”

You shoved your face into his neck, blush rising in your face as you tried not to laugh. Eddie’s hands pressed you closer as he waited for you to speak, fingers curving around to mold against the cage of your ribs, feeling out a path to the rippling plains of your stomach. He was patient, kissing and nuzzling the side your face, nipping at the lobe of your ear as he hummed the familiar cords of Kiss’s “Heaven’s On Fire.” You could practically feel the itch of his hips as they slightly lifted up into you before retreating, the hesitation and stutter of them drove you crazy as you tried to make up your mind. After this, there was no going back….

“Yes,” you finally spoke breathlessly, nodding in confirmation as you shifted restlessly in his lap, eager to proceed as you kissed him. Pulling back, you spoke again, “I want….”

There was no way the filthy things in your head could be given justice through the art of speaking, so instead you spoke through action. And Eddie seemed to be on the same page, because he didn’t say anything either as he returned your hungry kisses. Hands slipping from your hips to your ass, he gently tipped you back, thighs supporting the backs of your legs as he laid you down on the couch. Still kissing you, he hovered above, hands pulling your hips up as he settled between your legs. Lips parting, you felt his tongue slide begin to explore your mouth, your hand finding purchase in his curls as you returned the favor.

Moaning, he pulled back to look at you, face flushed and breath becoming uneven as he allowed himself to smirk at your disheveled appearance. Reaching for his shirt, he pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it on the floor and letting you admire his artwork. Your hands reached up to trace the tattoos on his chest and stomach, fingers unknowingly grazing against one of his nipples. Moaning softly, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. You gazed at him in barely contained wonder before you leaned up and kissed his chest, fingers stroking the skin of his stomach–the barely faded scars left by the demobats–as your lips paid homage to the nipple you had touched. You switched to the other one, giving it a quick nip as you stared up at him, watching his every facial expression.

He groaned, hand finding your hair and pulling your head back as he cracked open his eyes, lips parting as his tongue came out and wet his lips.

“Oh, you’re definitely trouble….”

Pressing you back into the cushions of the couch, head resting against the arm, Eddie pressed one last kiss on your lips before turning his attention to the task at hand. While he paid attention to the column of your neck and the exposed skin of your chest, his hands wandered; they pushed up your shirt, exposing the plain of your stomach, fingers dancing across the freckled canvas, curving around your hips in a soft grip. He moved you how he needed you, shifting your hips up enough so he could place a pillow underneath them. It made you blush as you nervously watched him work his magic, mouth finally finding your stomach as his hands teased the fabric on either side of your hips.

Your shorts went first, dragging down your legs and past your feet, they joined Eddie’s shirt on the floor and a moment later he had your underwear between his teeth. The devilish look in his eyes as he stared up your body and into your eyes nearly had your heart out of its cavity. He pulled the fabric back slightly, only to release it so it smacked against your skin. You let out a shocked gasp, eyes widening as you watched him chuckle and lean back in, fingers smoothing over the mound of your clothed pussy just barely as he pressed an open mouth kiss on you through the panties. The unexpected sensation of him nuzzling at you through the barrier sent shockwaves into your core, increasing your arousal as you let out another helpless gasp. You felt his lips ghost over your clit as his fingers parted your labia through the damp garment. He kept you there, on the precipice of pleasure, teasing you through your underwear as he explored with his mouth and fingers.

His lips formed a knowing smirk as you groaned in mounting frustration, one hand gripping your hair and the other the back of the couch. Finally he caught the edge of your panties with his teeth once more. This time however, he began to drag them down slowly, nails just barely scratching the skin above each side, helping push the scrap of lace down your hips.

The breath came out of your body in barely contained anticipation, chest rising and falling rhythmically as your eyes never left Eddie’s. You ignored the embarrassment of having such an intimate part of yourself exposed as your fingers combed through your hair, that and the hand gripping the couch were the only thing stopping you from grabbing his hair and guiding him to where you needed him. You could be patient, and good–

For now.

You bent your legs helpfully, lifting them up to make it easier to slide the scrap of clothing off past your feet where it landed on the growing pile. And with that, you laid there on the couch completely bare to Eddie’s eye. Helping your legs settle back down on the couch, Eddie gripped the calves on either side of him and simply took in your nude form. It made you squirm uneasily, vulnerable and embarrassed and maybe just a tad bit impatient.

“Damn you’re gorgeous,” Eddie smiled this time instead of smirking, a soft curve of his lips as he lowered himself down, shifting his body on the couch so his face was parallel with your lower half. “Can’t believe you’re mine….”

He mumbled the end part into your stomach, hands pushing your shirt up past your bra. Teasing under the cups, he gripped your bare breasts underneath, stroking and pinching your nipples as he pressed kisses to your stomach. His hands didn’t stay long, leaving your breasts nearly escaping your bra as they supported the back of your knees as Eddie mouthed at your thighs. He was liable to leave a mark or two with the way he nipped and sucked at your flesh, devouring you one kiss at a time.

And even though it would only serve as further evidence of your infidelity, right now you just didn’t care. You wanted the sweet sting of the marks, the memory of this moment engrained in your skin–fuck–you wanted Eddie Munson.

Thumb pressing through your wet folds, Eddie bumped and stroked against your clit before pressing harder and staying there. Your mouth hung open in a silent moan of pleasure, your head leaned back as you looked at the ceiling. You could feel him rubbing you in circles, putting the perfect amount of pressure as he spoke to you.

“Bet that feels real good, huh? Like me touching you like this?”

You nodded your head, fingers gripping at the armrest under you as you moved your hips expectantly against his touch. Too bad he seemed to have other ideas, free hand coming down to stall your movement and hold you in place. He tsked, drawing your attention to the pout of his lips as he shook his head disapprovingly.

“Use your words, and please–”

A wicked glint filled his eyes as he quickened his touch, pushing his index and middle finger through your wetness, stroking your hole.

“Don’t be shy. I want all the details.”

Your nails scratched as the couch, leaving it to cover your face as you groaned, thighs attempting to close in on Eddie’s wrist and stop his ministrations. But he didn’t let that stop him, instead using his free hand to push you open and watch his handy work. His fingers teased you, a moment later pushing in as his thumb continued to pay attention to your clit.

“Come on….be a good girl and tell me how it feels.”

Good girl? You groaned internally. God, he’s really going to kill me.

“Fuck Eddie,” you finally forced out, face burning. “It feels….never been this good before. Oh God, please Eddie, I need-”

You had no time to finish as you were cut off by Eddie leaning in and replacing his thumb with his mouth on your clit. The feeling of his tongue stroking your pussy, stroking around his fingers as one slowly made its way inside of you, nearly had you over the edge already. Thankfully, you had some restraint, and reigned yourself in as you let the sensations crash over you in waves. Your eyes closed as slowly rolled your hips into his touch, pushing him deeper inside of you with sigh.

He moaned around your clit, lavishing it with kisses and sucking on it, filling his mouth with your taste as he began to push his second finger in. His tongue teased your entrance, stroking around his fingers as you felt your muscles contract around them in pleasure. Lifting his mouth for a moment, coated with your arousal, he took in the debauchery that was your aroused form. One hand was gripping your left breast, bra pushed up past them still as you pinch and stroked your nipple; the other one itched to grip his hair as you laid it on your stomach, fingers twitching in barely contained desire as you tried to breathe.

“Eddie….”

That was enough for him to dive back in with renewed vigor, paying close attention to your clit as his fingers scissored and stretched you, hooking into that special spot inside that had you curling your toes and crying out. His tongue stroked your folds, seemingly everywhere you needed him all at once as you tried to make sense of what was happening. You couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment however as your precipice drew closer, hips lifting quicker now to chase that end.

“Oh fuck,” your groaned, hand finally finding its home in his thick hair as you tried to guide him to where you needed him most. Your upper body arched as fingers pumped faster, curling just right within you.

Eddie eagerly continued his ministrations, eating you out without mercy as he pushed you towards that climax. He wanted to see you come apart because of him, to know that he had that effect on you. Nipping at your swollen clit, he sucked it into his mouth as he twisted his fingers inside of you just right one last time. Stilling under him, your hips lifted into his face as your mouth opened on a silent scream. All the air in your body left as it tried to process what was happening, Eddie’s fingers still fucking into you–-faster than ever as he pulled his mouth away from you to watch you fall apart. He could feel you tighten around him, clinging to his fingers as you came.

Even when you sucked in a breath finally and shakily let it out, your body relaxing back into the couch as it untensed in your post-orgasmic bliss, Eddie didn’t stop. He only slowed his attentions as he felt you coming down, your pussy relaxing around his fingers as he gently fucked you, thumb pressed against your sensitive clit. Leaning down, he nuzzled through your slickness and pressed one last kiss to you, eliciting a pleasurable whimper from you as he slowly removed his fingers.

Pressing his cheek on your thighs, he laid there for a moment, and you allowed yourself to comb your fingers gently through his hair, eyes glued to the ceiling as you collected yourself. Your free hand fixed your bra and pulled down your shirt, feeling suddenly vulnerable and appreciating the shield no matter how small. Your head was filled with conflicting thoughts–one side reveling in how good Eddie had made you feel, and the other coming to terms with the gravity of what you had just done–

You had cheated on Steve.

And the fucked up part was that you didn’t regret it–at least you didn’t regret it being with Eddie. You knew that this would hurt him though, and that alone left you with the taste of regret in your mouth. You didn’t want to hurt Steve, you still loved him, and some messed up part of you wanted to still fix things–even as the other half of you thought of how much they wanted to do that with Eddie all the time now.

Noticing how quiet and still you had become, Eddie lifted his head, the lower half of his face still slightly wet as he moved himself to hover over you. His look of concern only broke your heart further, because just like you didn’t want to hurt Steve you didn't want to hurt Eddie either, but no matter how you spun the outcomes in your head someone always ended up getting hurt.

“Fuck, I messed this up didn’t I?” His voice was quiet and unsure as he moved away from you, sitting back up fully. He wasn’t looking at you, instead resting his chin on his shoulder as he tried to hide his worry. His hand lifted, the thumb that had just been between your legs resting against his bottom lip, stroking thoughtfully.

“What?” You responded, sitting up quickly. “Of course not!”

You tried to reassure him, reaching out a hand to rest on his bare shoulder, but he didn’t acknowledge your touch or didn’t care as he lost himself in his thoughts. You could practically see the cogs turning inside his head–he thought that you regretted what had just happened.

“Eddie….” your tone softened. “You haven’t messed up anything, I promise. I just-”

“You still love him,” he finished for you, lowering his head as he turned his head to look at you.

You caught his hand as he fell back into his lap, bringing it to your chest as you tried to put the right words together. The look on his face was gut wrenching, seeming so defeated in that moment–you had to fix this.

“I do,” you admitted, “and I’m realizing how fucked up it is that I cheated on him–he doesn’t deserve this.”

You shook your head, ashamed of yourself, but you couldn’t allow Eddie to carry the burden of your choices, or believe himself to be the mistake that you had made.

“But that isn’t your fault,” you continued, “and I want you to know that I do not regret this. What we just did Eddie….that’s not a mistake.”

You let that sink in for a moment before you continued:

“Could it have happened at a better time? Sure, maybe. But I’m glad it happened, and I’m glad you’re here–with me.”

You lifted your hand to cup his cheek, smiling sadly. After a moment of hesitation, you watch as Eddie leans into your touch, a small smile forming on his lips as he lets your words settle between you. Leaning in, you peck his lips, and the pair of you continue to share kisses between you. Eventually though, Eddie pulls away, eyes opening fully as he stares at you thoughtfully.

“I know you got a lot to think about,” he says, eyes ever leaving yours as his hand comes up to cup your chin, “and I just want you to know that I’m willing to wait for you to get your shit together.”

He smirks at you as you let out a broken laugh, leaning your foreheads together as he continues.

“And even though I really….really want you to pick me, I understand if that's not what you want.”

That causes you to blush, shyly gripping the waistband of his jeans as you look away, thumb stroking over the cracked leather of his belt. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he might want you to return the favor so to speak, though now the outline of his cock was gone. Your body was becoming heavy with the need to sleep, but your head was still racing with the decision you had to make. The only thing you knew for sure right now was that you had to tell Steve, this wasn’t something you felt you could keep from him.

A part of you wanted to head over to his house right now and throw yourself at his mercy, but you knew he was likely still hanging out with Robin and either wasn’t home yet or wouldn’t be in the mood to have his night ruined. You could wait until morning–had to wait until morning. You had to get your thoughts in order, really decide what you wanted, and you couldn’t do that if you were just rushing to turn yourself in.

“Could I stay with you tonight?” You found yourself asking. You knew it was probably a selfish and stupid thing to ask, but Eddie was still your friend and you’d appreciate the company right now.

“Of course,” Eddie hummed, kissing the top of your head. “Whatever you need.”

And as you both put yourself to rights–Eddie sneaking off to the bathroom and you pulling your underwear back up your hips–you thought about what it really was you needed. Or more like who it was you needed.

Steve was familiar and your first…well everything. Before him, you’d never given much thought to romantic dalliances–in fact, you had tried your best to avoid them because you’d seen what they had done to your mother both before and after her divorce from your father. The men she picked out had always ended up disappointing her, so you’d had this perception in your mind that that’s all men did. And then Steve walked in your life, all sad and forlorn over a drunken Nancy’s words that night of the infamous Halloween party. He’d asked you if you thought he was bullshit-

And you laughed.

You’d been through a lot together and you really had held hope that there was so much more to come for you two. You hadn’t been lying when you told Eddie you had hoped for marriage and maybe even a couple of kids–maybe not six but you would’ve been willing to compromise maybe at three. Now, after what had just happened between Eddie and you, that future didn’t seem like a possibility anymore.

As you pulled back the blankets on Eddie’s bed and got in, shorts left forgotten by the couch, a part of you still held out hope though that maybe you and Steve could make it through this; that maybe Steve could somehow forgive you, and you both could work on your relationship and become stronger than before. You knew it was unrealistic of you to hope he could be so forgiving–he didn’t owe you forgiveness–but still you let yourself hope.

But even as you laid there hoping, you waited for Eddie to come back, already knowing you wanted to hold him against you and play with his hair until you both fell asleep–something someone in a healthy committed relationship shouldn’t want to do. Still, you did, and the weight of that initial guilt was gone and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed of what had happened between you and Eddie that night.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the door to the garage opened and Eddie stepped back into the room. His shirt still lay discarded near your shorts, so he stood there in nothing but his unbuttoned jeans, his happy trail disappearing into the forbidden territory of his boxers as you looked on with barely contained interest. He smirked at you, kicking off his shoes one at a time as he made his way over to the bed, stopping to pull off his socks and grabbing at the waistband of his jeans before hesitating–eyes still on you.

“This okay?” He asked, thumbs tucking into the denim, ready to pull down at your okay.

You nodded without hesitation, it was only practical of course–denim was uncomfortable to sleep in–and if you got to see more of his body unclothed that was just a bonus. The thought made you smile as you settled against one of the two pillows Eddie had adorned the bed with, trying to disguise your interest as best you could as Eddie pulled down his jeans and exposed his boxers. He gave you a knowing roll of the eyes before slipping into the other side of the bed, the warm length of his body pressing against yours. You could feel him through the fabric of your t-shirt, and on your exposed thighs, his hands teasing the plains of them as they came up to rest on your hips.

Turning your body towards him, you settled your head on your arm and looked at him, a smile teasing your lips. You watched him lean in, no urge to move back as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. With just that one, he pulled back and hummed, eyes closing as his arms moved to wrap around your waist:

“I know I’m probably not making it easy for you, but I just really wanted to kiss you….”

“....you’re okay,” you finally replied softly, shifting your body so your back was to his chest. “I wanted you to kiss me….”

No response came from Eddie aside from him pressing closer, his warm breath on the back of your neck as he settled in for the night. Your eyes remained open however as you just felt his presence behind you, his legs tangling with yours, his hands teasing the bare skin of your stomach as they slid up your shirt. For only a moment you realize you should've probably slept in your room instead, a better environment to unbiasedly think about the future of either of your relationships with Steve and Eddie.

Because as you laid there in Eddie’s arms for the next few hours, listening to his breathing slow and his soft snores begin, you were unable to stop your heart and thoughts from racing. And as the first rays of light from the morning sun streamed in through the patchwork curtains hours later and you awoke from yet another interrupted few moments of rest, you wished there was a way that you didn’t have to choose between them.

#˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 : #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #eddie munson one shot #steve harrington one shot

[phdmama]

im not sure if this is the right place to ask this but do you have any advice about writing or posting fic after nearly a decade? the last time i posted fic it was a very different fandom and i was 13 ish. what i am struggling with specifically is that last time i wasnt really thinking about including themes or accurate characterisations etc. and the new fandom i want to write in is much smaller and has some incredible writers. the prose is so good with incredible diction, different styles and literary techniques.

so essentially i've stalled because im so focused on trying to incorporate these things that i just end up not writing anything. i think its also a general lack of confidence maybe?

thank you :)

Hi pal! Sorry it took me so long to answer you - I spent yesterday shoveling and today at work!!

I feel like there are maybe two different things in your ask here? There's the issue of writing (especially in a new fandom) and then there's the issue of posting and wanting people to actually read your stuff!

I know this is such a cliche but I really do actually believe this, which is - when it comes to writing, YOUR VOICE MATTERS! Sure you can absolutely emulate the work you're loving (and there's nothing wrong with that! I've certainly done it, I think a lot of us have, especially in the beginning), but it sounds like you're maybe forgetting the most important part. Which is this, in my opinion. Your story is valuable because it's YOURS. No one else can tell it. That's where all the stuff about "write what you want, for you" comes in.

What would you write if you could let go of all of the expectations you're burdening yourself with, to live up to other people's writing, and just let yourself write?

In part - it's so much easier to edit than it is to write (at least that's true for me, my fellow writers, PLEASE feel free to add on to this). The first draft is just for getting it out of your head - from there, you can focus on the craft part of it (if you want to!), really honing your narrative and characterizations and whatnot. But write the first draft and let it be ugly.

In terms of breaking into a new fandom, especially a small one, well. I dunno, but for me, I do love some very rare pairs and when I find something new, I get really excited! So I'm betting there's an audience for your work - it might be small, but dang, I bet it's enthusiastic.

For connecting with people, well. @allwaswell16 has really great enthusiasm for self-promotion (and I'm so bad at it, but she's NOT wrong) - write your fic, make a fic post, post it and reblog it. Tag it!

I know for me, I'm probably too shy to reach out to people and say hey! pls read my fic? But if you haven't made some fandom connections as like, a fan, that might be worth doing as well - not to get people to read your work, but to have other fans to celebrate with! I've made some incredible friends simply by shrieking in the comments on the fics and then stalking them on Tumblr to yell at them some more about how much I love their work. (All in complete sincerity too.)

I am pretty bad at Discord and writers groups and stuff, but maybe there are people there to connect with as well?

And like, a thing I want to be really clear about is, it's 100% okay (and like, super normal?? I think??) to *want* people to read your stuff! I write for me, I share it because I want other people to like it too. it does take time to build up those connections usually, but again, I'm guessing that people who love that pairing are going to be excited for someone who's excited to join in.

Anyway, just some off the top of my head rambling - please please feel free to come back if I can be of any other support? xox

#fic writer problems #writing

[chevvy-yates]

Something I would like to know:

As previously mentioned in this post, I'm curious if those of you who follow my blog are interested in reading further stuff about my boys such as:

lore contains full backstories but also character traits, their cyberware, humanity loss, relationships with friends/their partner(s), etc (I'm sure there's more to add).

snippets/fics as I write especially Ryder's and Thyjs' story 90% alone. I do see it as an own side story that starts in the middle of the main rp story. Ry and Thy are my own ocs, so ofc I do write 'rp' just all by myself when the two are alone. I won't post any fics on A03 but consider to post them here (long chapters will be in pdf form).

role play from the 2078 story this contains wip snippets as well as whole finished chapters (it just takes a while to convert them into a "fanfic-format") but also info that I haven't shared yet because it would maybe greatly 'spoil' the story for people interested in reading.

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Or are you rather only here to take a look at the vp and reblogs when you manage to stop by?

I'm just trying to figure out if it is worth posting all the lore or just a few bits here and there, keep the rest for my friend and myself and just share it in private chats with those interested, because it is probably going to be a lot. I know it will be ongoing for the next year(s), so it more or less is a long-term project we work on.

So if e.g. only 3 people are really interested, I would conclude for myself I to let it be and feed my blog mostly with vp than having to mess with creating posts here for hours (post creator is still a bitch). I'm always happy to answer oc asks as it helps me develope the boys further (just slow in answering) and I think I'll always share a bit of lore here and there anyways like I did before. So please consider to take a moment and klicken one of the options and feel free to write a comment as well. You may help me a lot with my final decision. <3

Another thing:

Thought about if I should tag people who are interested, so they do not miss it (even though tagging currently doesn't work right here anymore either it seems)? Or at least add their 'tag-names' (if they have some) to the tags as well so the find/see this post as they follow their own tagged name I guess? Does that make sense? idk, I never tagged names like that in the tags before but I've seen a few people do.

#thoughts #pls help me thank you #I have this on my mind since half a year now and couldn't decide #so I want to do it based on this poll #if it works #otherwise I'll stay lost :))))))

[fereldanwench]

So I've been kind of wondering for the past couple of months if doing a revamp of my posing/photomode guide for AMM would still be a worthwhile endeavor.

One of the main reasons I made it was because back in the day, posing NPCs (especially any that didn't have the generic male locomotion) was not the most straightforward thing to do, to say the least. But when AMM got the major update that had poses built into the menu, I wasn't sure if it would really be needed in the same way, which put it pretty low on my list of priorities.*

*That guide was also very time-consuming to put together, and while I was happy to do it because I like sharing and organizing information, the main reason I was able to dedicate so much time to it was because I was unemployed. Which, both thankfully and regrettably (lmao), I haven't been for a year.

There are still some quirks with how poses work in AMM (like the way the poses reset if you unfreeze or move a character), but my guess is that it's probably a lot more accessible and a lot less confusing now than a year ago.

I think the support and development for PMU have also done a lot to make posing/expressions (especially for V) way easier than it was in the past.

But it's possible that all of this just seems so much easier to me because I've also been at it for a while now. I don't really feel like I have as much of a beat on where folks, especially newcomers, are with this stuff anymore--Maybe it still feels really overwhelming and incomprehensible.

So, to get to my point: would folks find an update/revamp of that guide beneficial?

I think if I did do one, I would probably streamline it a lot--It would probably just be a refreshed version of the little practice scene to use some spawned NPCs, lights, and maybe a decor item; I think that was what most people used in the current guide anyway. I wouldn't go through explaining how to install AMM, each menu tab in detail, locomotion stuff, etc.

I've also kind of gone back and forth on doing a couple of video tutorials. They'd be a lot easier and quicker for me than writing out step-by-step instructions. But, I know for me personally when I'm learning new processes and software and whatnot, I prefer text over video--Not sure if I'm the minority here.

Poll here for quick feedback, but if anyone wants to share any specific thoughts, questions, struggles, etc., feel free to reblog/comment to do so. (I might not respond to everyone, but I'll definitely read any feedback.)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 screenshots #g: cyberpunk 2077 #t: wench.txt

[dmagedgoods]

aah I'm sorry I didn't realize you reblogged the ask game! 3, 8, 9, 17, 39 for the BG3 Act 1 asks please! 👀

Don’t be sorry! I was unsure if to do it already, but then I thought that I can answer most of it and if someone picks a question I can't fully answer yet, I'll just come back to it later. Anyway, thank you so much, those are great! 💕 3. Has your Character been using their illithid powers? (3) Answered here. 😊 8. Do you have a favorite member of the Druid Circle? Is it the same as your Character’s? (8) I have a thing for Kagha! She is so ambitious and ruthless and determined and completely overdoes it but I find her highly interesting. Also, she has a pet snake! In my Eneas run, he’ll try to talk to the snake. Unfortunately, Rowley doesn’t share my fascination for her at all. He strongly dislikes people who become zealotic in their beliefs and actions. Rowley’s favorite druid is Topaz, the little blue bird he stole the key from (btw he put it in his nest again after he opened the chest). What do you mean the bird is not a druid? 9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character’s? (9) I do! And this time Rowley and I fully agree! Zevlor! Rowley liked him immediately, even punched this one stupid guy instead of staying out of it as he usually would. (Tbf the whole situation reminded him of something from his past and Zevlor himself of an old friend.) It’s kind of funny, Rowley despises getting orders and really didn’t do well during his time as a soldier and Zevlor apparently was a commander, but he’s the rare kind Rowley could respect enough as a leader to do what he says (every now and then). In any case, Rowley offered his service as an assassin to him and Zevlor paid. But shhh, here is the thing: Rowley would have gotten rid of Kagha for free for him and the tieflings. Don’t tell him. Also, Rowley really likes the tiefling kids! Especially Mattis reminds him a lot of himself at that age. 17. What does your Character think of Withers? (17) “And to tell me that he left his sarcophagus?” “Why is he still here?” “If I try a ‘speak with the dead’ spell on him, maybe I’ll get an answer for once.” “Well, guess I’ll keep him around in case Gale explodes or something.” He can't take him seriously and teases him much more at the camp than the game allows. 😂 39. What does your Character think of Raphael? (39) I’m afraid while I am in utter awe and losing my mind over him, Rowley is much more relaxed. He found his little show delightful but not as impressive as Raphael may think. So, he took some bites from the buffet, complimented his wings, and declined the offer with calm amusement. Underneath his unperturbed attitude, Raphael’s words caused Rowley to be concerned though. He doesn't want a deal with some overly dramatic devil and definitely not to give him his soul, nor does he want to die of tadpole though - or be mind-controlled by whoever changed them for some plan he doesn't know yet. And he isn't even sure what's the worst or "best" option out of those.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav #my ocs #oc: rowley #ask games #dmagedtexts #bg 3 spoilers

[mcalhenwrites]

For what it's worth, I want to read your writing! lack of audience can really get to a writer but I feel sometimes one needs to be reminded of why they write? Are you writing for yourself or to please strangers, which I get is obviously important for motivation and as a professional worker but I guess what I'm trying to say is don't be too down about it. I appreciate your hard work and amazing stories.

For what it's worth, I want to read your writing! Thank you, anon, that means a lot to me!

I agree with "write for yourself", because you'll never please other people/have to select who you want to please, and that's never going to end well. You can't please everyone. I used to be in the Tales series fandom, and I'd have mixed feelings about some of the games that contradicted the way others felt. I liked some of the lesser known/older games for the same reasons people hated them. So as a creator, you have to think about what feels right to yourself. It's good advice, but I have seen it taken out of context. (For the record, I don't see that happening here, because you do clarify that it's harder when you're stepping into the profession. I'll get into that in a minute, if that's okay!)

That said, I think there needs to be a distinction between writing and sharing. Writing is a process for myself, but the career aspect is stressful and straining and honestly feels hopeless most days. I hate the idea that every single part of a story needs to be about the plot, because the formulaic ways of the publishing industry don't work for every story, every writer. I think the existence of fanfic is proof enough of that, actually! So many of us love fics that cover what might have happened behind the scenes or just… we'll read fifteen different stories of the same tropes for a single ship. And tbh, I think a lot of writers - including myself - really prefer to have more canon included than the publishing industry has room for.

I'm trying to find a middle balance, personally. I want to share! I'm an avid reader, and if no one had shared, what would I have read growing up? Plus the want of financial stability, which is pressure I sincerely despise. I'd happily share everything for free if I had $100k-$120k a year for the rest of my life so I could have my house, healthcare, 3-5 cats, garden, video games, and home library. xD

Sharing is actually pretty difficult for me. I barely showed anyone my work until I was in my mid-twenties. I started writing stories down at age seven. I'm now in my thirties. But sharing is something I want to do and it doesn't get easier after all this time of trying to spread my work. Past the perfectionism (I am definitely working on this and have already made improvements) and the history of bullying I've had over my writing (of which there's been a lot). Overcoming all of that is tough. Which means I feel a little extra sensitive to the idea that if something of mine isn't getting traction, it's confirmation of all the times someone mocked my writing or vaguetweeted by a BNF to make fun of fics I'd just posted. And while I'm starting to realize that some of that likely comes from jealousy - not necessarily that I'm a great writer that poses a threat, but just that my writing means that I might take attention from them in the fandom (which is not how that works) - it's still so hard to stop thinking, "What if they were right?" when I don't get any or very few likes/reblogs or kudos/comments, etc.

I have worked very hard to be a better writer, thinking I could escape that. Now I'm beginning to recognize that that hard work has paid off, but I was also never as bad as everyone made me feel (including myself). I want to keep working hard, because my standards for myself are high.

My writing makes me so happy, I can't describe how much. So even through all the pain above? I still do it. I just think that maybe there needs to be more separation between writing and the results of that ever reaching the public eye. (Most of my writing doesn't. I write a lot. XD)

Sorry to get a little real there. And so lengthy, ugh! I never can say things briefly.

Thank you for reading out, though, and thank you for reading my writing. There are more people reading my works than I know, but sometimes I fear that I'm the only one who will want what I'm making.

I've had IRL and health issues bringing me down too, which overlapped with stressing out over the editing of the next chapter of the story I've been posting. That chapter wasn't making me happy, so I'm taking a break, ignoring it a few days, and going back with fresh eyes later. So that all was knocking down my mood, and seeing only one person comment on the latest chapter, I was like, "Oh, maybe I'm just making a big old mess of this story"… perhaps because I see the mess in my head? Every possible path I threw out, every scene I want to write but won't fit in the story, every part I feel is lacking, every bit of character and world info, etc. Is that translating into something coherent on the page, I wonder, and… it's a lot to think about.

Sorry for TL;DR on this answer, and again: thank you. ;A;

[hamonique-ao3]

Writing Update

so, I never use Tumblr (well, I use it daily, but to look for journaling inspo and never post nor reblog) but I had an amazing discussion with @jasontoddisrightfuckyou and need to share, because yeah, it made me realize a few things about what happened to me during this past year.

(Also Perse, some of what I’m about to say literally are copy/paste of what I told you, because I’m shocked at how easily I can manage to put words on my feeling when I talk with you) So recently, I noticed how easy it was for me to write in other fandoms: I can write way more and longer fanfictions without even noticing it.

I tried to understand why this is happening, and I think I found out. 

I wrote about everything I wanted to write about on Batman fandom. Don't get me wrong, I love batman and I love reading fanfic, but I don't have anything else to write about since all my favorite tropes have been covered already. I should maybe rewrite my old fics and make them better since I guess I did improve during the past years, but writing about batman makes me feel like I’m doing the same thing over and over again. I have the feeling that I really want to write batfam again, but like when I’m in front of a new document, nothing is coming and I’m just struggling and being like "do I even want to tell a story?"

I don’t know about English, but in French, we say that things are being “reheated” when the same concept is used over and over again, and I feel like this is how I see my writing in the Batman fandom now. 

I started to write batman because of the server I used to be in and because I knew it was a popular fandom. I had never written in English at that time and had very low self-esteem which made me crave validation that I knew I could have in the DC fandom. Maybe also because I was in a server with what as used to see as “big names” of the fandom that made me feel like I should own my place with them and I was like "look I can write too, even if I’m younger and if English isn’t my native language” etc.

Somehow, I ended up wanting to write about other fandoms but I was like "no, I can only write about dc because I need to “make a name” in the DC fandom, and so it kind of stopped my creativity.

Now I’m not writing to please anyone anymore. I write because I like to, and I like knowing that I can write and because I might have a terrible brainrot. 

I do enjoy Batman a lot, and I love reading all the Jason whump fanfictions I can find and seeing all the comments on my old fanfictions. I love talking about DC and I love discussing Jason whump, but I think it will take time for me to write again in this fandom. I can’t find any more stories I want to share with you, and I don’t want to write because I feel the pressure to do it.

I’m now in an amazing server with amazing people that makes me want to write for myself and makes me want to be the best version of myself (as a person, but also as a writer) and I am so grateful for them all.

(Small NB since I noticed I might have not been clear enough: I’m not blaming my old server, but mostly my old state of mind of me being a people pleaser and feeling like I needed validation because I was really insecure)

You can join the server here (it’s a DC server, btw) as long as you’re respecting everyone and the rules :D

Also, you can still find me on ao3 

I have no idea how I’m supposed to end a Tumblr post, so bye everyone, and take care <3,

✧₊˚ Harmonique ˚₊✧

Most importantly, write about what you want to write about, and don’t get yourself trapped in the boundaries you created. 

#dc #jasontodd #ao3 #harmonique #writing struggles #i don't know how tags work on this app #batfam #end of my brainrot ig #watch me post 451544 AFTG fanfictions and pretend I'm fine #maybe im crazy #i probably am #i skipped uni to have this mental breakdown and write this post #also i don't know if this post is english #life is an illusion #maybe I shouldn’t have canceled my last therapist appointment #whump #whump writing #whump community

[nickywhoisi]

I just realized...that so many of my posts are getting...noticed? By other people? And it’s all been such a massive change from the isolation I had “gotten used to” and it’s so...wonderfully positive and nice? Maybe it’s dumb that I’m noticing so late, but...I would like to mention a very important factoid about me.

I have this new account, but I’ve actually been on tumblr for many years before. There was one account I used to have that I worked so hard to make so I could do what I’m doing now. But for some reason, I was never able to get traction going on it...like, at all. Nobody came around. Not a single notification had ever popped up in the whole two years I had that. It was as if I were all alone in a ghost town. I knew there were loads of people online, yet nobody ever seemed to reblog the things I was most passionate about creating, the posts I worked the hardest on. I was doing it for me, true, but I was also doing it for others too, and I considered that important. Yet I grew pretty upset that nothing seemed to be working for me to finally be a part of things, live the experience everyone else seemed to be getting and have an audience to call my very own, so I could finally share myself with the world in a meaningful way. And for many years afterward, I would be lurking, just looking at others’ blogs that I still liked, but it was pretty bad because I was always wistfully longing without using an account to talk to anyone. I was pretty convinced there was nobody who ever wanted to talk to me, or like me. It was as if everyone who ever said “there’s always someone who’s going to be there for you” was being proven wrong...and that’s how it stayed. You can imagine the bitterness that was arising from that kind of treatment. I worry that’s still coming out sometimes, as I type now.

But finally, all it took was finding the right fandom, just trying one more time at doing the exact same thing I wanted to do for myself, and letting whatever happened happen. I legitimately thought this new blog of mine would suffer the same fate as my old one (in fact, I wonder if it’s still the same as it ever was, nobody even knowing it exists) and I was ready to feel impossibly isolated again. Then maybe I would have just...sworn off any kind of trying at social media. It was my last shot, and I would have let myself get swallowed by the void of loneliness if nothing improved. But then it did. Because I guess I forgone all my past gripes and allowed myself to obtain even a little bit of happiness in the TTTE fandom. How ironic that I thought I would have been treated badly and cast out further by identifying as part of this group and so had never posted any of this on that old blog, and there was never this much activity, excitement, and genuine moments where I’ve gotten to talk to others and even achieve friendship. Now on this one, I’ve done the opposite, and it’s all been happening. I cannot begin to say how even if I really do wish I had gotten this ages ago, before this new climate has happened...it’s so great that I am getting this now, instead of never at all.

So I am trying my hardest to hold onto all memories of the good things that have been coming to my life lately, and to not let the bad things cripple me out of being positive. I hope that what...this is, this atmosphere, just stays as is and continues on. It’s beautiful to finally, after toiling for this long, be allowed to belong somewhere. I hope you’ll all reblog and talk to me often, I’ll always be eager to chat, or lend an ear. Please don’t be afraid to dm, leave a message, whichever. It’s all so exciting and I am ready to interact always, no matter what mood. Come in!

#thank goodness I'm feeling a bit better #I'm already getting my positivity back just by remembering #feels great #^_^ #ramble brambles #boy I really want to be able to post more of my art too...so much I want to do #not under read more because I finally have more positive things to say and it's so relieving

[capybaraonabicycle]

6, 14, 21 for the wip questions!!!!

Thank you so much anon <3

I have reblogged too many wip ask games so now I am left guessing which one you meant 😅 I'll go with the last one I reblogged and if I am mistaken, please lmk and I will do the correct one?

I am going to go with my beloved cat wip - I fear this continues to be all I think about. If you haven't heard me talking about it: the fic is basically "The Doctor with fam 1.0 adopt a cat who isn't a cat. (fic contains copious amounts of thasmin pining)"

6. Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?

Hmmm, there is the very obvious one with 'the cat is actually a character we have known for a long time and not a cat!' but that is a given, that's like the whole premise of the fic.

I don't know if there are many twists, the story actually moves in quite a straight line. Maybe? Or maybe it just seems to me that way because it comes from my brain. Anyway, there are a few times I am tricking the readers a little and I enjoy those.

Towards the end - so this is a bit of a spoiler now, but the question was always asking for that right? - for example, there is a scene where I 'forget' Ryan exists. So like I'll have the narrator - Yaz - comment on what everyone is doing and how she feels about that and she just stops mentioning him all of a sudden like he's just not part of the story anymore.

Which is later revealed to be by design - and I would like to think I am hinting at that earlier - but I hope the readers will stumble over it and go "hey, author, you know how one of your main characters is Ryan?! Why the hell have you stopped talking about him? Yaz is not THAT gay that she would forget about him just because she's focused on the Doctor! (and like, he's doing some important stuff rn we would kinda like to know how he's getting on with that?!)"

(Aaand I just realised I did a little bit of the same to Graham - just that with him the others actually forget about him on accident. Not that you can blame them, some REALLY weird stuff is going on while he gets left out)

14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

So I have been mentioning the plot and the length before. I am at about 42k words now with a complex-ish plot and a new alien species to fit my liking. (who I then kill off at least for now so yay 🙃 - I might have to change that actually if I come up with something better)

This fic was never meant to be long or complicated. It was supposed to be a fun little cat fic. And now the cat isn't even in it for like 3/4 of the fic 😔

(and right now I am finding the editing of what I have written most frustrating tbh, might do that only quickly and badly in the end)

21. Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.

tw suicidal thoughts mention in the cavetown song

Juno - cavetown (comforting vibes, cats <3, doing the hard but good thing for the sake of a pet, the staying alive part isn't too far off either - more for the general characterisation of 13 and Yaz than in my fic specifically but anyway) (I also find the line 'she's never done nothing wrong' brilliant in regard to Siren. Because she absolutely hasn't done anything wrong but also she's a little devil and has killed so many people)

In the middle - Dodie (I've realised I do not know many throuple songs so this is a little for lack of better alternative. But I also like the playfulness of the song. River would approve)

Brave - Sara Bareilles (one of my personal coming out songs so it holds a special place in my heart and we're dealing with quite a bit of coming out in the fic. Also the fic is about Yaz (and others) having to be brave in multiple aspects. And about the importance of open communication so yeah - they'd need a song like this)

#thank you so much for the ask! #ask game #tw suicide #btw there is a thirteen/river/missy edit on YouTube for in the middle #Which is part of why the song came to mind #I recommend checking it out if you like the pairing #It's very good :)

[scruffygruffy]

FAQs WHICH NO ONE QUESTIONS OR ASK FREQUENTLY (a little presumptive, for sure, but still)

Hello! I’m Charlie and I am an aspiring writer who will chime in on this blog from time to time. This will serve as the macro-microblog companion page (microblog at https://poweredbygay.social/@scruffygruffy). This post will be updated from time to time, though less frequently. 

1. Who are you??

Well, for one, I am an aspiring writer that is using the new year (2023) to make some changes. I have been writing fiction for the past ten years and am back at it after taking a two year hiatus that should have not been. 

2. Why are you--

I’m using this blog as a log to keep track of longer thoughts I have on the books I read as I go through the year. This, in combination with my microblog, should serve as some key accountability measures to try and read more. At least until September 17th or whatever, fingers crossed. 

3. What are you reading?

Currently, I am finished reading Ulysses by James Joyce (via audiobook) and am now reading his preceding novel A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (also via audiobook). I’ve written elsewhere that I am committed to reading the following for this year (2023):

1. In Transit by Dianna E. Anderson

2. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce

3. Swann’s Way, by Marcel Proust (yes, this is Volume 1 of In Search of Lost Time)

4. Too Like the Lightning, by Ada Palmer (Terre Ignota Book 1)

5. The Plague, by Albert Camus

6. Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen

I will do my darnedest to hold myself to read through these. Any updates here will be to address what I am reading and if I add any new titles here. This includes reading the second Terre Ignota book or delving into Volume 2 of In Search of Lost Time. 

My intention here is that I will read these books and then write up a post that delves into some curiosities that I picked up while reading said books. I guess you could call them book reports, but 1) no one would want to read them, and 2) I don’t want to write them. I promise they will be more shooting-from-the-hip, but nothing too sloppy where I feel like I miss every time. 

4. Wait, you’re a writer...will you share some of your writing??

Maybe. In writing this shortly after the new year (2023), I’m standing firm on that this blog is, unfortunately, not the place to share my fiction. At least, not yet. Maybe. 

I am working on a short story anthology and am writing almost every day, though these are adjacent short pieces. This is more or less in a daily writing prompts sort of fashion. If I’m particularly proud of one of these prompt responses and want to polish it, then I’ll probably share here. My goal for the year is to publish a short story in a lit mag or equivalent, though that’s outside the scope of this blog at the time being. 

5. Do you accept tips?

No. I’m not comfortable asking people for tips (especially through Tumblr, no offense), so I won’t for the foreseeable future. Further down the road I might consider Patreon, but that would only be if there’s considerable interest in what I do. I’m not really expecting that at this time.

6. How else can I support you if I can’t tip??

If you like what you see, then please reblog on this site, interact with each post, and share across the internet. I would really appreciate that, more than anything, to know that my ramblings have some inherent critical value. 

7. Where else can I find you?

As I mentioned above, the microblog companion of this macro-microblog can be found here, @scruffygruffy (Mastodon). I am not on the Funny Blue Bird site, as one microblog is enough and the site is currently undergoing some *changes*. I might branch out to other platforms and can update this page accordingly if I do. 

8. What are you working on now??

Well, a lot of things. Related here, I’m writing nearly daily via writing prompts and my short stories project, and am working my way through reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man after finishing Ulysses. I’ll post a thing about Ulysses on here. When I’m finished with Portrait, I’ll post a thing or two about it here and move on to the next book. 

#introduction #wrtiting #book review #fiction review #nonfiction review

[booksandothersecrets]

Hi hello good afternoon I am supplying you with wlw book recs because we all deserve them. Please reblog with your own recs because I’ve only been reading sapphic books for a few months so haven’t covered loads of amazing ones, and hopefully this can become a massive rec list of wlw books :)

Also please please please check the TWs for all of these so that you can stay happy, healthy and safe 💗.

Fantasy:

- The Priory of the Orange Tree: [“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs”] Look I know you’ve all heard of it. Now read it. Swords. Queer women. Queer women with swords. Dragons. Castles. Battles. Many many many pages of beautiful words. There is nothing missing from this book.

- Cinderella is Dead: [“I don't want to be saved by some knight in shining armour. I'd like to be the one in the armour, and I'd like to be the one doing the saving.”] Fuck the patriarchy. Dystpian. Gay. Fantasy. Cinderella is dead (wow). Badass main character. Fighting for rights and fighting for eachother. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

- Girls of Paper and Fire: [“Instead of disappearing, she makes me feel reappeared. Reimagined. Her touch shapes me, draws out the boldness that had been hiding in my core.”] We said learning to heal! We said finding safety in eachothers arms! We said fighting the oppressive government! We said fuck the patriarchy! We said fantasy women with swords! We said (kinda) enemies to lovers! We said please check the trigger warnings for this book!

- A Dark and Hollow Star: [“The number one law of the universe is choice, after all — bad things happen to the people who take that option away from you.”] Fantasy that actually uses the words bisexual and lesbian and gay and genderfluid!!! Urban fantasy. Four main characters: two mlm, two wlw. Swords and monsters and fae and powers and tension and fate. Read for the pretty cover, stay for the characters.

- Gideon the Ninth: [“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it”] This book is dark and horror-y and gory and weird as fuck. This book has skeletons and necromancy and a huge weird haunted house and everyone dying under mysterious circumstances. This book has enemies to i-dont-even-know-what. You will not know what is happening in this book but you will love it. Trust me.

Dystopian:

- We Set the Dark on Fire: [“Maybe this was trust ... Giving someone the power to ruin you, betting your life on the belief that they wouldn't.”] once again, repeat after me: fuck the patriarchy. Rebellion. Enemies to lovers. Dystopian world where every man gets two wives. Guess what happens 👀

Contemporary:

- The Henna Wars: [“I've never really thought about having a type. I guess my type is....beautiful girl. Which is a lot of them. Most of them? Pretty much all girls”]. Girl dealing with the aftermath of coming out to her parents has a crush on a girl who is competing against her in a school competition. Main character is muslim, bangladeshi and lesbian and love interest is black, brazilian and bisexual. Just read it. Don’t do it for me. Do it for yourself. You deserve to smile.

- Her Royal Highness: [“PERRY I’VE FOUND AN AMERICAN!”] Look this book may be cliche and predictable and a little ridiculous at times but it made me unfathomably happy so I don’t care. Scottish boarding school+royalty+an american. Enemies to lovers but not im-gonna-stab-you enemies to lovers (which ive read my fair share of truet me), more like why-are-you-so-unbearably-irritating enemies to lovers you know?

- Written in the Stars: [“I’ll break into your apartment and move everything three inches to the left and fuck with your flow, okay?”] Good, solid contemporary new adult romance. Enemies to lovers. Grump x sunshine. Actually has a sex scene (this might not be everyones thing i just noticed wlw books often skirt around them so thought id point it out). Ugh its just so cute.

- You Should See Me In a Crown: [“When I open my mouth, everything happens so fast—the way I can feel her everywhere, the way my hands steady instead of shake where they tangle in her hair because I’ve maybe never felt so grounded before, so rooted in a moment”] What happens when a Black queer girl tries for prom queen in a weird, cliquey prom-obsessed school? What happens when one of the other competitors is the unabashedly gay cute new girl? This is what happens. Guys. Guys. Guys. Read this one oh my god. I say this about every book but seriously READ THIS ONE. So so so so so good. Everything you could ever want in a queer coming of age book.

- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: [“You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.”] I know you’ve all heard this but you’re about to hear it again. Queer women in the 50s? Sign me up! Sign yourself up! Buy this book and then read this book! Freak out about this book! Cry about this book! Tell everyone you’ve ever met to read this book! Cry some more about this book! Make this book your whole personality!

Thriller(?):

- The Girls I’ve Been: [“There is no normal. There is just a bunch of people pretending there is. There's just different levels of pain. Different stages of safe. The biggest con of all is that there's a normal.”] Thriller. Guns. Menstrual cups. Con artists. That awkward moment when you’re stuck in a bank robbery with two murderous men, a child, your ex boyfriend and your current girlfriend. Not romance but has romantic themes (established relationship). Coming to terms with childhood trauma and abuse. This book is short but deceptively heavy with the themes it deals with so, again, please check the TWs.

Ones on my TBR:

- Last Night at the Telegraph Club

- The Miseducation of Cameron Post

- A Memory Called Empire

- This Is How You Lose the Time War

- Girl, Serpent, Thorn

- This Poison Heart

- One Last Stop

- She Who Became The Sun (omg i want to read this so so so badly)

- The Weight of the Stars

- These Feathered Flames

- Honey Girl

- The Chosen and the Beautiful

- She Drives Me Crazy

#sapphic book #sapphic books #sapphic #wlw books #wlw book #queer books #lgbtq books #the priory of the orange tree #written in the stars #the henna wars #you should see me in a crown #girls of paper and fire #we set the dark on fire #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #gideon the ninth #the girls ive been #her royal highness #cinderella is dead #the miseducation of cameron post #sappho #this is how you lose the time war #fingersmith #last night at the telegraph club #a dark and hollow star #one last stop #bookblr #tbr #lgbtqia+ #books