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I posted 3,559 times in 2022
That's 2,631 more posts than 2021!
375 posts created (11%)
3,184 posts reblogged (89%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@serpentstyles
@oonajaeadira
@writeforfandoms
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I tagged 3,283 of my posts in 2022
Only 8% of my posts had no tags
#bee castle reblogs - 455 posts
#bee reads - 349 posts
#art - 322 posts
#pedro pascal - 204 posts
#lin manuel miranda - 177 posts
#din djarin - 173 posts
#pretty queue - 161 posts
#javier peña - 143 posts
#lovely comments - 136 posts
#quotes - 135 posts
Longest Tag: 117 characters
#do you think i'll need to bring 5 books for this 2 day vacation? even though i haven't read anything in the last year
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Secret Knock
Your best friend (and secret crush), Steven Grant, has been missing for multiple days, and when he finally appears he has a very interesting story to tell you
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector & F!Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Mention of Gus dying (the fish), friends to lovers, Steven gets a cute nickname, no beta we die like Gus
A/N: I love Steven and Marc with all my heart
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271 notes - Posted May 13, 2022
#4
you will be found
Din helps reader during a panic attack
Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader
Word count: 868
Rating: teen
Warnings: panic attack
Also on Ao3
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The lights are too bright, the noises are too loud, the pounding in your head is too strong. The beating of your heart gets quicker by the second and while you try your best to keep your expression neutral, you're not really succeeding at it as your features slowly transform into distressed ones. Din, who is walking at your side and carrying a sleeping Grogu in his arms, turns to look at you.
"What's wrong?" he asks tilting his head slightly. The words get stuck in your mouth, you don’t know how to tell him that after your last encounter with the Empire you don’t do so well in noisy towns, surrounded by strangers who could turn into enemies way too quickly. So far, you had avoided the topic, staying on the ship made you believe that if you let enough time pass then the feelings would subdue. You curse at yourself for thinking that you’d be able to handle this. You don’t want to worry Din, you can take care of yourself after all this had been your mistake.
"Nothing, I’m fine, let's go, we're almost there," you reply with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. You’re only about five minutes away from the Razor Crest, once you get on the ship and away from all the ruckus, you’ll be able to calm down. You put your shaking hands in your pockets and fidget with the newly acquired credits you got from the bounty you delivered a few minutes ago.
You keep walking and only when Din stands in front of you blocking the path, you notice how fast and irregular your breathing is, as well as the light layer of sweat covering your skin. Din places a hand on your cheek and carefully moves your head so you’re staring at him.
"What's wrong?" he asks again, his tone concerned but gentle.
"It’s too much," you finally tell him while gesturing at the busy street, not sure he’d get what the problem is, but he looks around for a couple of seconds until he spots something. Taking your hand he guides you to a nearby alley, where there aren’t any people making it a quieter place.
“Sit,” he says gesturing to a box on the floor. Once you do he crouches down and places a hand on your knee. You can feel the panic attack simmering on your chest and you know it's only a matter of seconds before it hits you with full force. Due to your breathing speeding up, there’s not enough oxygen entering your body and you start to feel lightheaded, the only thing grounding you being Din's touch. But not even that can distract you enough from the external stimuli and the internal mess.
The man seems to realize this. He places the still sleeping child next to you and takes his hands to his helmet. With a swift motion, he takes it off, revealing a concerned expression on his face. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you notice this is the first time he’s without his helmet in a place that isn’t the razor crest.
“It’s okay, breathe with me,” he tells you while taking a deep breath. You try mirroring him but the noise keeps getting louder and louder and you have to take your hands to your ears to try to keep it at bay. You feel tears forming in your eyes, and you close them in an attempt to stop them from falling. He caresses your cheek until you open your eyes again, confusion washing over your expression when you see him handing you his helmet.
"This will help muffle the noise," his voice gets to you through the racket. "May I?" he asks moving the helmet up a bit, when you nod and lower your hands he carefully places it on your head. Immediately the noise and the brightness are toned down and you feel like you can finally breathe.
"Is that better?” he asks, his gaze never leaving your eyes. You nod as he gives you a small smile and places a hand on your arm, drawing circles with his thumb onto your skin. You focus on him, on the disheveled hair and the stubble on his cheeks, on his kind brown eyes and the way they look at you as if you were his entire universe, on the feeling of his hand on your arm, his touch confident but gentle. Little by little your breathing evens out until it’s completely normal.
Once you’re sure you have recovered enough to be able to walk, you take the helmet off and hand it back to him.
“Thank you,” you tell him.
"Let's go home," Din says. Taking back his helmet from you he places a kiss on your forehead before putting it on. He picks up Grogu who stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. He places his free hand on yours and you intertwine your fingers. As you step out of the alley and into the street, there’s still panic inside you but there’s also a feeling of safety, you know that as long as you’re with Din he won’t let anything bad happen.
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#3
lost in the fire
Din offering to walk you home is a proposal you can't refuse
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Word count: 2.5k
Rating: +18, minors please go away, thank you!
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), sex, blindfolds, helmetless!Din and soft!Din
A/N: should I be posting smut at 1 am? who knows, anyway this is set after ch.5 of TBOBF but contains no spoilers for the show. One-shot
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As the night sky slowly turns into day the last people in the bar, most of them regulars, go home, their words slurring when they say goodbye and promise to be back soon. You wave at them from behind the counter like every night, a tired but friendly smile on your face. Once the last customer leaves you collapse on the nearest chair and check your communicator for any messages. You’re supposed to be meeting your best friend in a couple of hours for your belated birthday celebration. You notice a message has arrived, but your illusion and happiness are quickly replaced by disappointment as you read the words.
Work is busy today. Really sorry. Raincheck?
Sighing and without bothering to answer you put the communicator away. You wouldn’t mind him canceling your plans had this not been the third time in a row in no less than two weeks. Was his work really taking that much time or did he just not want to make an effort to see you? Locking away your thoughts and the pain nagging at your heart you decide this is a problem for future you, one who doesn’t have to wash a dozen of glasses in order to finish her shift.
You round the glasses into the counter and proceed to arrange the alcohol bottles when out of the corner of your eye you see movement. With your breath speeding up you hold the bottle as if it was a weapon and walk over there. As you approach the spot you see it’s no other than the Mandalorian, his untouched drink on the table. In the commotion of the night, you thought you saw him leaving a long time ago but guess you had been wrong.
“Just because you’re a semi-regular client doesn’t mean you can sleep here, sorry,” you tell him, plopping down on the opposite seat. A couple of seconds pass and he doesn’t move, making you wonder if he has already dozed off. What are you going to do if he has? It’s not like you can leave him here, your boss, who wasn’t particularly fond of the man, wouldn’t appreciate that decision.
“I’ll be on my way,” he replies startling you out of your thoughts. After your initial surprise has worn off, you reflect on the sadness that tints his otherwise neutral voice. He reaches into his pocket and places some credits on the table, more than enough to pay for the untouched drink. He is about to stand when you stop him by resting your hand on top of his. He looks at you in surprise, but you pretend not to notice, picking the glass with your other hand and turning it around, letting the liquid flow from one side to the other.
“I don’t know what you’re dealing with, but whatever it is this could help.” He nods and takes the glass from you. “Just you and me here and I’m going to the back for a bit so feel free to you know, take that off,” you motion to his helmet. Tapping his hand one last time you stand up.
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” you grin. “Anything for my favorite Mandalorian.” You blow him a kiss and could swear he softly chuckles in response.
There’s really nothing for you to do in the back, inventory is not due until next week. You decide to count until one hundred, that ought to be enough time for him to drink his beverage in peace. You’re only one-third of the way there when your thoughts shift from numbers to the man in the other room, the memories of his hands on your body making your heart race, you’ve always had a good time whenever he was in town. Perhaps your best friend canceling on you was a gift in disguise, guess you’ll find out if he’s in the mood for a more friendly interaction. When you deem enough time has gone by you announce you’re coming back.
“Better?” you ask taking the empty glass from the table.
“Yes. Thank you.” You stay in silence for a solid minute, neither of you making a move until he finally speaks. “May I walk you home?”
“Of course.” You eye the still dirty glasses on the counter and the one you hold in your hand, resigning yourself to come early next shift to finish the cleaning. You go out closing the place behind. The two of you walk side by side in comfortable silence as you watch the sky change colors into different shades of pinks and oranges. You are home in no time, which depending on what happens next could be terrible or extraordinary news. “Thank you,” you tell him with a smile on your face.
“It was my pleasure.” You stay there looking at each other for half a minute more until he speaks again. “Do you have any plans for today?” You can’t help but grin at his attempt of being smooth, he may have numerous strengths but that one isn’t one of them.
“Just relaxing in my cozy warm bed all by myself—” You let a couple of seconds pass, the tension between you rising, before continuing “—unless you want to join me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he growls. You place a hand on his chest, the metal of the armor cold against your skin, and slowly lick your lips.
“Then what are you waiting for?” you lean forward until your face is an inch away from the helmet. “Are you afraid?”
“Never.” He pushes you until your back is against the door. “Are you opening the door or are we doing it here?” he whispers and your heart pounds at the question. He places his finger against your left breast and trails a path down your body until your pants, fishing a key from the pocket. “Your choice.”
You snatch the key from him and open the door. Once inside you waste no time getting to the bedroom. “C’mon off with the beskar.” You sit on the bed ready to enjoy the show. He takes his time taking the armor off piece by piece and carefully placing them on the floor, only leaving his helmet on. You appreciate the outline of his muscles against his clothes. Your gaze never leaves his body as he gets rid of each piece of clothing except for his underwear, which clearly showcases a growing bulge.
You stand up and walk to him. You trace the scars on his chest with your fingers, your lips placing a kiss on each of them. Once your hands reach his boxers, you slip your fingers between them and his skin. Going down to your knees you pull the underwear to his feet, your face ending right in front of his cock. You stay there for a moment with a smile while he keeps perfectly still wondering what your next move is. Placing a kiss on his lower belly and casually brushing your hand against him you stand up, causing a whimper to escape his lips. The way this usually stoic man responds to your touch intoxicates you.
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#2
unseen smile
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader
It's your first anniversary and Din wonders if he should take his helmet off
Word count: 900
Rating: teen
Warnings: none
Also on Ao3
It was still early when Din slipped out of bed and sat down to drive the Razor Crest. Of course, there was no real need for him to do that, you were in one of the safest parts of the galaxy and autopilot was more than enough. Still, he needed something to distract himself with. For the past few days, there had been something bothering him, and no matter what he did it would not go away.
Today marked the anniversary of your first year together, it hadn’t been the easiest of rides, but you had made it work. Din looked at the necklace in his hand, a couple of weeks ago he thought it would be the perfect gift, but right now it didn’t look like enough. You deserved so much more.
This past year had been the best of his life, but there was something that kept haunting him, you had never seen his smile. The one that appeared on his face every time you looked at him. You didn’t get to see how happy you made him. So, here he was, considering the one thing he had never thought about before, not when it was bothersome, not when it would have made life easier, and not even when he was in pain. He wanted to take his helmet off for you.
It was not because you ever asked him to do it, in fact, you had made it clear that you’d never want to put him in a position where he had to choose between his beliefs or you. And he appreciated that more than words could convey. The first time he had expressed his concern about the topic to you, your response was that you loved him for the person he was, not for how he might look under the beskar. And even though your tone had been loving and cheerful he couldn’t help but think there was a sad undertone to it.
It wasn’t fair for you to love a faceless man.
He kept thinking about how his heart would break if he wasn’t able to see your smile or those beautiful eyes anymore. Who was he to deprive you of that experience? He wouldn’t do it, not anymore, he loved you too much.
The Mandalorians were his family, his religion.
But you.
Oh, you.
You were his entire world, his goddess.
So he made his decision.
The moment you saw him coming down the ladder, that smile he loved so much appeared on your face. You stopped what you were doing and approached him, placing your forehead against the helmet.
“Happy anniversary my love,” you said looking up. He knew you couldn’t see his face, you were only looking at your own reflection, yet you smiled as if you were able to see him, which only reinforced his decision.
He loved you more than anything or anyone in the galaxy. You had taught him to love and to laugh, had given him the happiness he had lost long ago. Now he wanted to give you in return the most important thing he had: himself.
He reached for his helmet and at the sound of clicking you immediately took a step back, confusion written all over your face.
“What are you doing?” you asked, worry seeping into your voice. He stepped forward, closing the space between you while whispering your name. “Din?” you asked again, closing your eyes when he started taking off his helmet. “Din you don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to choose.”
“It has never been a choice; it’s always been you. It will always be you,” he replied.
“Why now?” he thought he knew the answer to this question, he wanted this to be a present for you, but he realized there was something else, he was also doing this for him.
“I want you to see me, to really see me,” he answered in a whisper that sounded like a plea. His breathing was fast, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it if you said no.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he took off his helmet and put it on the floor. Din placed his hand on your cheek, making small circles with his thumb just like he knew you liked. As you leaned into the touch, a grin appeared on his face. “Open your eyes,” he said softly, but you still seemed hesitant.
“How do we know you won’t regret this?” you asked, your eyes still close.
“Because loving you could never be a mistake,” he placed his lips on your forehead and gave you a kiss before taking a step back.
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losing patience
david santiago/reader, based on the prompts:
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
@serpentstyles come get y'all juice
warnings: f!reader
"Come on, you admitted that you liked the movie last time."
You could see his lips curling, even as he lifted his to-go cup to his mouth to try to hide the smile. He took a sip of his green tea (the cafe manager, bless her heart, kept a separate brewer just for him due to his allergies) and gave you a carefully engineered flat look that did absolutely nothing to hide the amusement in his eyes.
"I said that because you were making those big, sad eyes at me," he said, setting his cup down on the table in front of him but keeping his hands on it. You'd had to take an outside table with the cafe being so full, and the fall air was brisk. "Also, you told me flat out that if I didn't say I liked it you would take personal offense and cry real tears. Those were your exact words."
"I said no such thing!" Your voice pitched up on your protest and he laughed a bit, lifting a hand when you got a bit too loud to try to calm you. Of course you had said exactly that but you would never admit to it, and he knew it very well if the way his eyes twinkled were any indication. You gave him a brief sour look, but were quick to relent again to try to wheedle him some more. "Please, David, you need to do something to unwind this weekend."
"If I say yes, will you come hiking with me next week? You said you would when the weather started to cool down again," he said, giving you that wheedling tone right back.
It really was an absolute sin that he had such pretty eyes, and such a pretty face, and such pretty hair, and such a pretty voice. You really never stood a chance when he asked you for anything. How you'd remained friends with him for this long without losing your soul to those deep brown eyes was an absolute mystery.
"Absolutely," you promised, knowing that Future You was going to regret that decision very much.
It was still worth it to see the delighted smile on his face. Maybe you had lost your soul somewhere down the line after all.
He picked up his phone to check the time and you swore—just for a second as the image flashed by—but it couldn't be. That would be ridiculous. This was David, after all. The golden child, the Lieutenant, the most perfect man in existence. You shook the notion out of your head and gave him a wry smile as he told you he had to go.
"I know, I know, duty calls," you said, waving him off. "Go save the world from drug dealers and murderers, and I'll save you from boredom on Saturday at seven. Don't be late!"
He promised and left, and you absolutely did not think about how for the briefest moment you thought you'd seen a picture of yourself for his lock screen.
Saturday arrived more swiftly than you would have expected; your weekly activities thankfully kept you better distracted than you normally would have guessed. Knowing David's preferences, you skipped out on microwave popcorn for healthier snack alternatives most of the time. This week you had gone with a bit of a lazier route of veggie straws and the fancy organic gummy bears his partner had once clued you in that he liked. The movie was a standalone thriller, no franchises for the pop culture baby, nothing to do with cop work just to keep his mind at ease. Simple, casual. Friendly. Just like always.
(You were not thinking about his lock screen.)
He arrived at two minutes before seven with a smug smile on his face, as though he'd done it specifically to show you up for your comment about being late. (Thinking back on it, you wouldn't have been surprised if he had.) He had a container of your drink of choice and a wide grin on his face, and when he saw the baggie of gummy bears on the table he pressed a kiss to your temple that had your cheeks heating.
The movie went mostly smoothly, in that your streaming service didn't crash while it was running. Everything else seemed to be going awry.
You were hyper aware of David through the whole run of the movie, which wasn't necessarily unusual. as like any fan of movies, you loved to watch for the reactions of your friends. Tonight, though... it felt like every single time he moved or breathed or, hell, every time he blinked, it grabbed your attention away from the movie. You'd long known that you couldn't beat down your attraction to him, but it was getting to be a bit much.
Every time he shifted in his seat your eyes would flick over to his legs as he readjusted. Whenever he moved to lean on the armrest of the couch you found yourself fixated on the flex of his fingers under his chin. He laughed at a joke and your heart soared, and he crossed his legs and you just—you couldn't help yourself peeking—
"You alright?"
His voice broke through the fog you'd been in when he'd uncrossed his legs and hooked his ankles together instead, and your eyes jumped back up to his face.
"Yeah, sorry! I guess I'm a little tired," you said, giving him a soft smile. "Maybe we can take a quick break? I need a new drink anyway."
You lifted the drink he'd brought for you and he nodded, groaning a bit as he stood. "I'm going to run to the bathroom, then. Meet back in a minute."
The two of you separated to take care of your self-appointed tasks, and it wasn't until you got back with your refill that you saw that David had left his phone on the arm of the couch.
It was too much to resist. You didn't hear the toilet flushing or the sink going in the bathroom, yet, so you knew that you had at least a few seconds. That was all you'd need to disabuse yourself of this wild idea, right? Just a few seconds to confirm that you'd seen some model or some kind of group precinct photo or—anything but your own face underneath the time display.
But when you raised the phone, there you were.
It was a photo of you that had been taken at a Santiago family gathering, you remembered. Everyone had been out by the pool, and you had been convinced to wear a top that was more revealing than your usual fare. The arm around your shoulders in the picture had been David's, but everyone else was cut off but you. It was just your smile, your laugh caught in the moment, and you jumped out of your skin when you heard David calling your name behind you.
"What are you doing with—?" he started to ask, but you turned it around to face him before he could finish the question.
"Why am I your lock screen?" you said, voice hoarse.
He blinked, and something passed through his eyes that you didn't fully understand.
"You weren't supposed to see that," he said softly, and he held his hand out for his phone. You didn't want to hand it over quite yet, and you held out for a moment longer. He said your name in that same quiet tone. "Please."
"Is this some kind of joke?" you found yourself saying, even while you knew in your heart it couldn't be true. Not David. Never David. But it was the only explanation you could think of. It was the only thing that poisonous little voice in the back of your head would let you believe, because this was David. Amy's sainted brother, the golden child, the perfect one.
"What? No, god, no!" He looked at you incredulously, obviously insulted by the mere suggestion, and he ran a hand over his face and for the first time since you'd known him he looked genuinely irritated. "You know that's not the reason."
"I don't see what other reason there might be," you said, voice pitching up as your anxiety started to rise. There was no way this meant what you thought it meant. It couldn't possibly—
"What reasons would a man have for making a woman he's close to his lock screen, do you think?" he snapped, and when you were finally able to meet his eyes again they were absolutely blazing. "What reasons do you think he might have for taking a beautiful picture and putting it somewhere he can look at it as often as he likes?"
Your throat felt tight all of a sudden, making it a struggle to swallow, and your hand holding his phone shook.
"That's something you do for a girlfriend, David," you said after a long moment. "We're not—we're just—"
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!" It was the first time you thought you'd ever heard his voice raised outside of work, and while it didn't make you flinch you were definitely surprised. He seemed to see it, because he calmed himself again and took a deep breath. "This has been going on for too long, and I'm starting to lose my patience. I knew that you could be skittish—"
"Skittish!" you said in a squeak.
"—but this is a bit much," he finished, giving you a bit of a flat look for the interruption.
He approached cautiously, like you were truly a wild animal he was afraid of frightening off, and he gently pulled his phone out of your hand to stick in his pocket before he reached up for your shoulders.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he said, watching your face and smirking a bit to himself when your eyes widened. You hated and loved how satisfied with himself he looked all at once.
"Okay," you breathed, and he smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.
#david santiago x reader#david santiago#lin manuel miranda x reader#lin manuel miranda#lmmpositivity#baby's first brooklyn nine nine fic#please be gentle on me i haven't written for other people in like over a year#beth fics
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Bias tag
I was tagged by @incrediblybiased
The rules are to list ten of your biases from ten different groups and list if you have a particular type or not. (I don’t think I stan that many but let’s find out. )
I don’t think I have a type but some are cause they have a personality close to mine and some are just cause it was love at first sight 🤷🏽♀️.
BTS - Namjoon
Exo - Sehun
NCT - Renjun (I actually have like 4 biases but I’ll only name one for this)
GOT7 - Jackson fucking Wang
Stray Kids - Changbin
Day6 - Jae
Ateez - Yeosang
Yes I know the length of this list is sad. I probably forgot some too.
I tag: @jksloser @ggukl @serpentstyles @hoe4hobixo @jisinging @yellowhyunjin
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hiii, I just want to send you a hug. I missed seeing you around. I hope that comfort will find you when you need it most in this upcoming time period 💕
thanks babe, i appreciate it 💖
#rachael’s void speaks back#serpentstyles#i could cry literally when people say they missed me???? little old me????#so sweet so kind fr
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Thanks for making me aware of that account that is stealing gifs etc !! I feel like I should be used to it by now but it's still frustrating every time it happens... sigh.. anyway, yeah. I reported the account so I hope tumblr does something but who knows. thanks again 💕
No worries. I'm sorry this has happened to you again. And yeah, hopefully Tumblr sorts it out soon.
Thanks for all the content you create.
❤️ Rabbit
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Your profile picture xjxbnmznzbxmsmzbxbzmMzbxb
HES SO HOT
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I think it'll be atoms ✨ It's in line with their theme so I'm crossing my fingers
It sounds cute
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Hiii. I made a side blog for my studyblr yesterday but tbh I don't even know how they work. Can you please explain the basics to me? I feel like an idiot lol. I thought it's just tracking your daily studying so I thought to do that to keep myself motivated through my senior year in high school but from what I saw from your advice to beginners it isn't exactly that...
yooo i gotchu fam
it’s actually not that complicated, the entire goal of a studyblr is basically for you to run a blog that helps you study better, stay focused or motivated, find friends or people with similar academic interests, etc.
so the stuff i can think of off the top of my head for starting your studyblr include
following other studyblrs!!!
a lot of what we reblog is studyspo, or study inspiration. most people reblog notes, journals, aesthetic photos, etc etc from others! and the way we usually go about doing that is getting to know other studyblrs and following them, etc.
there are lots of different types of studyblrs, most are generally the same and keep the “study” vibe, but studyblrs can be categorized into a lot of categories, like school (ms, hs, uni, etc.) or major or classes one might be taking, or subject (physics, math, literature, etc.)
posting content!
so a lot of studyblrs post what we call original content.
original content now mostly consist of people take photos of their notes, journals (bullet journals (which are a whole ‘nother beast, etc.), papers, homework, etc. or masterposts (basically reference posts that can include links and information about a certain subject)
i’d highly recommend posting stuff that you make or create!
and a tip on how to get your posts “out there” are using the tags on tumblr! tag blogs. a lot of blogs track tags, (like i track #obsidianstudy) so if you tag the studyblrs in ur post, your post is more likely to be seen and shared.
intro post!
you should definitely write an introductory post!
an intro post is just saying that you’re new to the studyblr scene, people include lotsa things in their posts, but most posts include
name, age, what subjects they’re interested (or if they’re in uni or hs, etc.), interests, likes, hobbies, and studyblrs that they admire!
also mostly studyblrs are a great way to make friends!
i’ve made some precious friends by being in the studyblr community, they’re all amazing and i wouldn’t have ever gotten to know how great they are if i hadn’t joined the community!
all u gotta do is approach them, i promise none of us bite! (you can msg or send an ask, tag them in posts, etc.)
aaaand i’m drawing a blank on anything else, but lemme throw my (really really really) old masterposts on studyblrs at you, hope they can help you more, love!
(the more technical aspect of) starting your studyblr!
making your own original content
if you have any more questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out, lovely! i know i haven’t really covered everything that exists under the sun, so if u have any questions or want clarification, just hmu and i’ll be happy to explain or help!
yours,joce
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hay fever
You and David and fluffy autumnal vibes ✨
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You’d thought it would be a cute idea. It was only a couple hours’ drive out of the city to get into the upper state where the orchards were and they had all kinds of fall activities going on. Apple picking, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, hay rides. You were desperate to do something fun and autumnal and David surely needed a break from work.
You just hadn’t counted on your allergies.
“Hey, there you are.”
You blinked at the sound of David’s voice and sat up where you were perched on the open hatchback of his SUV to see that he was approaching, thermos in hand. He gave you a soft smile as he got within touching distance and lifted a gloved hand to swipe some hair away from your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest at the gesture and you gave him a wry grin of your own.
“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” you said, wincing immediately at how nasally you sounded. You didn’t miss how David bit his lip, clearly amused, and you huffed, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from your face. You didn’t let it go, and he squeezed your fingers. “What’s in the thermos? I didn’t think you brought anything with us.”
“I didn’t,” he said, and he offered it to you. “The venue owner offered it from her own kitchen, since you were feeling so poorly.”
“She did not,” you said incredulously, but David merely smiled and shrugged and again held it up for you to take. You did, because you couldn’t refuse such a kind gesture, and the thermos was even warm. You still couldn’t get over how people acted around David sometimes, it was like he was from another world. You pulled the cup off the top of the thermos and even before you could unscrew it the smell of chicken and herbs hit you. “Oh my god, how do you manage to do it?”
He laughed and took a seat beside you on the hatchback, shrugging back into his coat a bit to ward off the chill air. He was close enough that your arms were brushing and his elbow gently nudged yours every few seconds.
“Do what?” he asked, digging his chin down into the warmth of his scarf and absolutely melting your heart in the process. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was entirely innocent. But you did know better, and you could see that his eyes were twinkling with mischief.
“You bewitch people, David,” you said, nudging him back with your arm. “Like that girl at the cafe who does your green tea in the mornings, she set aside a brewer just for you because of your stone fruit allergy.”
“It wasn’t just for me,” he said, but you gave him a flat look in response.
You unscrewed the top of the thermos and poured some of the soup out into the cup, handing it over to him. He murmured in thanks, holding it in his hands for some heat, and you took a tentative sip from the thermos itself. It was delicious, of course, because the universe just worked out like that for David. You sighed, turning your eyes up to the sky. The light pollution wasn’t as bad upstate, but the stars were still a little sparse.
“I’m sorry about all this,” you said softly. You fidgeted your fingers where you were holding the thermos, passing the screw cap back and forth over your knuckles. “I guess I hadn’t been around enough hay before to know I was allergic.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” David said, almost immediately. He leaned into you, pressing your arms together from shoulder to elbow. His voice was pitched a little lower as he tried to soothe you and it gave you a shiver that had little to do with the cold. “You didn’t know, or else you wouldn’t have suggested the hay ride. And you know I know how allergies can be.”
You pouted against the rim of the thermos. “I still ruined the night. We’re having to go home early because the Benadryl made me dizzy.”
“Ruined—?” He gave you an incredulous look and set down the cup of soup in the trunk behind him, reaching out to take one of your hands. “Baby, you didn’t ruin anything. So we’re going home early. I can’t think of anything I want more than to lay in bed with you for the rest of the night. Sounds like the perfect way to unwind to me.” When you still looked disbelieving he lifted his other hand to your face. The leather was warm against your cheek, but his eyes were warmer. “It’s really okay. We can always come out again another weekend. We’ll just skip the hay ride next time.”
You bit your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Are you sure that’ll be okay? I know it kind of killed you not to go out to the soup kitchen today...”
He gave you a melting look and leaned down to kiss your forehead with a soft sigh against your hairline. You couldn’t help smiling, and something in you finally broke as you closed your eyes and leaned into those gentle touches. His arm slithered around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.
“The soup kitchen is always going to want volunteers, and you have spent as many Saturdays as you’ve had available going out there with me,” he said, hot breath wafting across your forehead. He gave you a squeeze. “If you want to come apple picking another day, I’m not gonna say no.”
Some of the tension finally started to relax out of your shoulders and you sighed, leaning into him and wrapping an arm around him in return.
“‘Sides, the venue owner promised us, like, a ton of apple butter if we come back.”
“...bewitched, I swear.”
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#rachael's void speaks back#I'M MAKIN THE TIKTOK ANYWAYS HECK U#also pls i'm writing i cannot sleep now#the writing gods allow this#serpentstyles
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It's tru. I've been living the fangirl life since my womb 🤧
Same tho 😭😭😭
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