#written in 2014

[naoa-ao3]

The Intimacy of Kindness

He doesn't need her help. But he wants it and she wants to give it. It started out as as a necessity. He'd broken his wrist and she'd had to help him bathe but it was sensual and it was kindness without reward and somehow that was it's own reward. Somehow that was better. Now she helps him bathe whenever they're alone with the chance. He doesn't need her to wash his hair but she likes to. She likes to run her hands through it when it's full of soap and likes to feel him relax beneath her and he likes to feel a gentle touch just as much as she likes to be able to give it.

She hasn't told him how damn much she likes it. Doesn't want to make it awkward. It's not even sexual to her but it's a kind of stimulation just the same. It's a kind of vulnerability she never allows herself and he understands exactly because it's the same for him. They're practicing kindness because in life they've never been able to give much and somewhere deep inside they're both scared that they'll lose the ability. Maybe it's something maternal, she can't have children and so she thinks that's what it is. A weird blend of maternal instinct and sensuality and she lets herself feel all these strange emotions because when they're together in a tiny bathroom full of steam, naked and bare to the world, bare to just each other it's a kind of intimacy that surpasses sex.

It's intimacy of the purest form, two people together. Past the childish blushes and second guesses, past trying to figure each other out. He trusts her and for him it's about receiving kindness just as much as it is about giving. He lets her with total trust, a kindness in it's self. She thinks he doesn't realize how much she enjoys these moments but he does and it makes him happy because it's a chance for him to be vulnerable too. A chance to let another person have the upper hand. His nakedness in the bathtub is only a physical manifestation of his vulnerability to her but it's a part of it. When he closes his eyes and lets her rinse the soap out of his hair, it's another. It's so intimate that if they let it it could easily turn to sex but somehow the moment seems too sacred and it only seldom does.

Sometimes he pulls her into the tub with him and once her clothes are gone and she's settled they sit and enjoy one another's company, enjoy one another. Enjoy the fact that there are two of the, that there's another person to enjoy at all. To share enjoyment with. Sometimes they don't talk and the intimacy of it becomes overwhelming. To the point where they don't want the moment to end or break and the one who breaks it will hate them-self for doing so. Sometimes it ends with tenderness and that's the most beautiful thing in the world. They go to bed, glowing form the moment of gentleness, glowing form the knowledge that they can both still give kindness. Happy that they have each other to give that kindness too. Happy that there is kindness left to give.

#buckynat #bucky barnes #black widow #natasha romanoff #marvel #comics #ed brubaker #written in 2014 #old fic #romance #fluff #angst #fluff and angst #one shot #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic

[ffc1cb]

i’ve always found it peculiar how during meeting the chargers cutscene the game just assumes your character automatically understands what krem is talking about when he mentions binding (though, granted, it’s all very unsubtle). like, this is a roleplaying game. what if i want to play a character who just doesn’t get it

#dragon age #cremisius aclassi #inquisitor trevelyan #at least give me an in game explanation of why the inquisitor would Know this right away #it's not like transgenderism is a widely explored topic in da lore. the most you can find about it in inquisition specifically excluding #krem and seras countless transmisogynistic lines is one codex that mentions that some previous divine mightve been a trans woman #and the way it's written sucks ass. the infamous sex in thedas codex also mentions nothing on the topic of transness. so like #whats up with that #art stuff #before anyone says anything i fully realize how i look critiquing a bioware game that came out in 2014 on its faulty queer representation #please trust me i know. im just thinking out loud #ALSO. in case it isnt obvious. parsley transed they gender. the joke is that theyre a nonbinary femme now #its hard for me to show it through art because it would involve misgendering them but they dont actually start going by they/them pronouns #until after halamshiral. so like technically if i made them refer to themselves as he/him at any point before that it would be canonical but #its not like my art is chronological by any means and cannot be taken out of context by virtue of it existing as an individual post online #if someone were to reblog an art of them saying hi im a dude theyd go cool! hashtag male inquisitor. or something #the tragic case of sacrificing narrative in order to not get second hand discomfort at seeing parsley misgendered #ANYWAY..........

[noirleo]

confession hcs

bayverse tmnt (aged up, dont be weird <3)

mikey

mikey has confessed his feelings for you at least twice a day since you first met. he was convinced he was in love with you from the first meeting, and it wasn’t until several days later that he realized he was so caught up in planning your entire future relationship that he didn’t actually get your name.

which, of course, just presented an excellent excuse to need to see you again. and again.

before you even realize, you have a very talkative escort to and from your apartment at night. late night walks graduate to movie nights at the lair, and before you realize it, you’re spending every weekend at the lair, watching old horror movies or carefully curated playlist of funny youtube compilations he put together just for the two of you.

you didn’t take his flirting seriously at first. mikey flirts with every person he meets as surely as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west—hell, you’ve seen him make passes at casey once or twice. you brushed it off, taking his declarations of love all in good fun.

slowly but surely, though, your feelings for him crept in, burrowing their way under your skin and stubbornly taking root in your chest. you found yourself anticipating his “come over???? :)” texts and buying him little trinkets and things you think he might like when you go shopping with your friends. the two of you have become inseparable over the past several months; the brothers claim that they never really see one without the other anymore.

tonight you and mikey are crashed out on the couch, facing each other with your legs folded over one another’s gracelessly. a bowl of popcorn balances precariously on your entangled legs, and mikey’s eyes are glued to the screen, excitement lighting up his features as he mouths the words in time with the actress on the screen. it’s the third night in a row he’s chosen terminator, and at this point you could probably quote it backwards without having to spare a glance at the screen.

you tell yourself that’s why you’re staring at him again—you’re just bored, no other reason— but you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from his face to look at the tv.

“see something you like, babe?” mikey asks cheekily, not even turning his head away from the tv. you take a piece of popcorn and throw it at him; it bounces off the side of his head before he turns back to you, mouth dropped in mock disappointment.

“aw no, wait, i wasn’t ready that time! go again,” he pleads, and you toss a few pieces high into the air. he snaps them up and raises his hands, waving to a fake cheering audience. you giggle and kick at his leg, which he easily catches, pulling you closer to him. your breath catches as he pulls you onto his lap, still giggling, and you wrap your arms around his neck without thinking.

“when are you finally gonna kiss me, ‘angelo?” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. emotions flash across mikey’s face within a split second before his usual, wide grin spreads across his face.

“you saying you want me to, angel face?” he asks, not even trying to hide the hopefulness in his voice. you don’t even respond, glancing from his eyes to his lips, before he pulls you into a kiss.

the movie you were supposed to be watching ends at some point, but the two of you are much to busy to notice.

#i refuse to use correct capitalization #i like the idea that mikey flirts with you so often that he doesnt even realize hes doing it its fr just how he talks #anyway i havent written in like three years so forgive me if im a little rusty #im lazy and going to break it up into 4 parts for each turtle #moon.txt #my writing #tmnt bayverse #bayverse x reader #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse mikey #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016

[foursaints]

what did you think of ttpd!! we gotta know

#a #ME AND THE THREE OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE OVER THE MOON THAT ITS ABOUT MATTY HEALY... oh I knew. ohhh I knew!!!!!!!!! #obviously i think he's a terrible person & don't endorse him whatsoever. BUT WITH THAT SAID #13 year old me would have burned my world down for one chance with that man too. the lore is compelling. HER TUMBLR LIKES????? #what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind etc etc #this is my favorite album of hers I think! and not just because I am mentally ill about their history. the 2014 backstage photo. #the Halsey mirror sex poem. TEN YEARS. #I want to do a bartylily ranking/writeup for this album. it's theirs #my favorite tracks were ttpd & guilty as sin & clara bow

[ladywaterfall]

Remember that time years ago when I posted about how much I loved g3 and their designs, and some brony commented how I totally made the post specifically to troll and get attention from bronies? bc I couldn’t possibly just make a sincere post about loving what I collect?? wild times to be a collector

#I was a bit too late to the game to be truly targeted by the obnoxious part of the brony community #I started this blog in 2014 and it took some time to amass followers #so I wasn’t active in the worst heyday of previous gen hate #and man am I happy for it #this is the only time it happened to me I think #also reminds me of that fandom I used to be in that shall not be named #but it had one giant ship in it #and I shipped a small ship instead #and people made posts about how people who shipped the small ship #just made content specifically to spite the major ship shippers #like do you think I would have written fics for a very small ship to troll the majority of the fandom?? #why would I waste my time and energy on that?? #anyway that fandom was truly wild too

[iriswestallenn]

The discourse on Saltburn is so interesting to me because you either choose to take the movie as a fun romp or a movie "that had nothing [new] to say." Or that things happened just for shock value.

While there's definitely an argument to be made that this film had nothing/little to say, (as I am struggling with some themes they seemed to drop halfway through as well,) I just took this movie as a fun romp haha. You have to sit back and remember... they drew curtains back after a major character death and the entire room was RED! They isolate their black family member. They put a deer costume on Oliver during his bday party. A DEER. This movie was never trying to be subtle.

I've seen some crazy takes like "rich people good?" lmao Felix is arguably the 'nicest' family member right? Jacob Elordi and the script honestly do a really good job showing he's just as shitty as his family. After telling Oliver about his life, he asks Oliver, what about you? Cmon, what else? Siblings? ANYTHING interesting about you? Oliver should not have lied... if he didn't though, do you actually believe Felix would have kept talking to him? Felix gathered his family around and told them exactly "what happened" to Olivers mom and dad. No one would DO THAT! Especially if you've invited this person to your home!!

This internet age refuses to accept multiple things can be true at the same time haha when Felix learned from Farleigh that Ollie and Venetia hooked up, Felix STOMPED to the breakfast table. Folded his arms, ignored Ollie, made no eye contact. Then admitted he didn't want Ollie to be with Venetia, he had a problem with THE LAST GUY he brought to their home being with Venetia. They bring a new "poor" person their home every damn Summer. Multiple truths: 1. Felix shouldn't have been friggin killed. 2. Felix was a shitty person. Jesus

I understand the shock value critique. None of the three big scenes came across like shock value to me personally. I think it's because 1. It was all coming from Oliver. Oliver slurped the tub water, he fucked the grave, he put the period blood back in Venetias mouth. I think if everyone in the family was also doing weird fucked up shit, I'd be like, oookay. Now how is everyone here a weirdo? lol but it was just Oliver. 2. I thought this was a cannibalism movie lmao so I was actually expecting worse!

Obviously people can have different opinions but this movie and its discourse have been super interesting to me. I really enjoyed this movie but my main negative is that it does present itself in the beginning of the movie as though it has something to say but it doesn't have much to say? You're also not made aware that Olivers main objective was the house. Or if it wasn't the house at the start, at what point did it become about getting everything from the family?

Remember the friend Ollie had at the school that he later dropped? That friends last words to Ollie were, "he'll [felix] will get bored of you." Or something like that. That was so dumb lmao Venetia says this exact thing later in the movie. Why not make that friends last words to Ollie about status? Tie that into what Farleigh begins to tell Ollie and make Ollies goal clear to the audience even before the "plot twist."

That scene in school with the tutor. Oliver read the whole summer reading list. He came to college ready to go by the rules and succeed. There's no clear turning point imo. When Farleigh gets there late, doesn't care, definitely didn't read the reading list, and the tutor is like, "I knew your hot mom. We weren't friends, I just admired her from afar." I wish there was more focus on Oliver realizing following the rules would get him nowhere he wanted to be.

I ended up enjoying this movie because I'm satisfied with how fun it was, how GORGEOUS it looks, and how great the performances are. Not good, great performances truly. It's so sad that this could have been a 'no plot, just vibes' kinda movie. But instead there is some semblance of a plot lol it's just not fully fleshed out. I still think people are taking it way too seriously and the genuine distain for it is odd but there's a tug and pull here for sure.

#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #like i don't think the movie boyhood 2014 has a plot #and i did not like boyhood lmao but so many people identified with it #so it's like damn were the vibes in saltburn just not enough for people #did the hint at an actual plot that was never fully realized kill the vibes for others completely? #long post #idk it's 2am this isn't super well written but i was compelled #films

[coldgoldlazarus]

It's just frustrating to see the discourse around Legend Of Korra is stupid as it was ten years ago, even if now dressed up in leftist language. AtLA was a lot better put-together than AtLoK, but it wasn't perfect or untouchable. Korra was messy and sabotaged and its attempts at political commentary were definitely a product of the obama-era neoliberalism of its time, but it wasn't the crime against the original show so many people are apparently still desperate to paint it as.

I want to engage with good-faith critique of its genuine problems, but far too often the people critiquing it wind up showing their asses and admitting (whether outright or implicitly through comparison) that they just hate Korra for the terrible terrible crime of checks notes not being Aang. (And I love Aang! I also love that Korra is so different!) Grow up.

#not a reblog #atlok #avatar legend of korra #legend of korra #or just refusing to take the show in its 2012-2014 context #even while using that as a cudgel against it #pointing out the mindset it was written under #but still acting like there is some malicious reason #for it not being up to date with the very different place #that the discourse is at here in 2022-2023 #anyway yes the Red Lotus are strawman anarchists #yes I love them anyway

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

This Poem is a Trick

Just like the garden, this poem is a trick. What seems, at first, so natural and free Is just the clever artist's sleight-of-hand. With all the awkward phrases weeded out, And punctuation paving stones swept clean. Just turn your back a moment, then you'll see: True Nature has a way to claim her own. The poetry they handed you in school To memorize, and analyze, recite, Will cross pollinate and then, bear fruit And Dickinson and Shakespeare will entwine And you'll forget-- Who wrote the one about the hen and the wheelbarrow? Scraps of conversation overheard Will drop, like seeds, from a passing bird Onto the farmhouse roof, And Virginia Creeper, like illuminations In the margins of the page Will curtain down your windows and frame the scene As garden transforms to enchanted wood Where tadpoles, covered in fur, and web-footed mice Swim in the frog pond, And men sprout beards of leaves And goat beginnings end with fish's tails Like the punch-line to some joke. And Red Riding Hood seeks flowers that never grew On her mother's windowsill Where, once upon a time, Rapunzel, her hair cropped short, Banished from her tower, built a house of her own. And did just fine. With her son and daughter toddling at her heels, She harvested acorns for their bread Until the blind, despairing, Prince Stumbled to her door, And carried her home to a royal garden Always tended, never free. I wonder: did she ever crave a taste (as her mother had) Of her own green namesake, That grows, unbidden, amid the stubble of last year's wheat? ...Do you?

#my own poetry #written November 2014 #for the “Art Garden” #(a 'literary magazine for the stage') #final performance #Theme: ''harvest"

[picascribit]

Word Count: 960 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Poppy Pomfrey Additional Tags: Friendship, Secret Crush, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Canon Compliant, Animagus, Gender Identity, i haven't fully decided what this means for sirius yet, but sirius doesn't really know either Summary: On the Marauders' first night out together under the full moon, Remus notices something unexpected about Sirius's animagus form.

Excerpt:

Sirius hung back. "You're really OK?"

"Yeah. Just tired and achey." Remus gave Sirius a sleepy smile. "Thanks. For ... you know ... doing all this for me."

Warmth bloomed in Sirius's chest. "Yeah, well, I -- we had to do something. Couldn't let a mate go through all that rubbish alone."

It had all been worth it -- the sleepless nights -- the months of research -- the dozens of failed attempts -- for Sirius to see that sweet smile on Remus's face, and know that he had helped lessen his friend's suffering, at least a little.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #animagi #pica's fanfic #oops my hand slipped #just a little something i daydreamed on the drive home from work #a conspiracy of cartographers #maybe #for the record this is the first wolfstar i have written since 2020 #and the first canon compliant wolfstar i have written since 2016 #the first g-rated wolfstar i've written since 2014

[berryinparis]

the way that I would let this man &@&$@&&!@#

#james bond #female manipulator #007 #daniel craig #feral #male gaze #written by a man #girlblogging #2014 tumblr #femcel #black and white #daddy #tumblr sexymen poll

[naoa-ao3]

Confession

SUMMARY: While in prison in Ryker's, Matt goes to confession and tells the priest he wants to kill someone. The Punisher disagrees.

Set during The Devil in Cell Block D by Ed Brubaker.

The man in the confessional takes forever and Matt can hear his confession and it makes him angry. He tries not to listen but with his hearing it's almost impossible not to. The man stumbles over his words and makes a poor attempt at trying to sound genuine. He doesn't want forgiveness, doesn't even care about his crimes or his sins. Or his soul.

When the man leaves he takes his place inside the confessional. He kneels and folds his hands but his hands aren't folded in prayer, they're clenched tight in anger. "Bless me father for I have sinned." He says. "It's been over a month since my last confession."

"What are you confessing to, my son?" The priest asks. He's young and he tries to make his voice sound older but Matt can tell, he can tell by the timber and by his heart beat, it's young and strong. He can tell also that the priest doesn't like his job, he probably wishes he was anywhere else on earth. Poor man probably never even imagined being a prison chaplain when he first entered the seminary. Yet here he is. Here they both are.

Matt hesitates then he says: "Father, I think I'm going to kill someone."

The priest swallows hard. "W-who do you think you're going to kill?" He asks. Matt can tell that he stumbled over the question, fought between it and a myriad of others. His voice shook, he probably hasn't been a priest very long.

"I don't know." He says quietly.

"Why do you want to kill?" The priest isn't able to make his voice sound older anymore. He sounds young and inexperienced. Christ, he sounds like a kid!

"Revenge."

"I see. W-why are you confessing to what you haven't done yet?"

Matt thinks. He doesn't know. "Can I be forgiven me thinking about it?" He asks instead.

The priest does a better job of keeping his voice level this time. "It's up to God," He says. "not me. But remember, if it's revenge you're seeking did Christ not tell us to turn the other cheek?"

Matt knows it's true. He nods silently to himself. The priest is trying to dissuade him but it's useless. All of the teachings against murder in the Bible have already gone through his mind. He wants to kill and a scary part of him is beginning to not care about forgiveness. His fists shake as he clenches them together more tightly. "He did Father."

"Then will you deny Christ?"

"I don't know Father, but I don't want to."

"Then why do you want to kill? Why even entertain the mere idea of killing? Isn't there enough killing in the world?"

"There is Father. But someone important has been taken from me."

"Can you see another way?"

"I don't want to want to kill, Father."

"I see. Do you think you would be honoring your friend's memory if you killed in his name?"

"No. I don't know. Either way I still want to. Can I be forgiven?"

"For thinking about killing? Maybe. For killing I don't know."

"I don't want to kill a good man, Father."

"God loves all of his children, even those that we find deplorable. Killing is still killing, no matter who you kill and God will see it as murder."

Matt is silent. This is what he wanted. Not scripture quoted, not verses rehashed, he wants to be told that he won't be forgiven. He wants to be told that there lines he can't come back from.

"You're right, father."

"Will you promise me you won't kill anyone?" The priest sounds panicked. He did well for a while but he's still young and couldn't be expected to hold out forever.

"I'll try not to but I can't promise that I won't do it. I don't want to lie before God. Is there any penance you would have me do for entertaining these thoughts?"

The priest swallows. "Pray. Think on Christ's suffering. Think on that and ask yourself if you're willing to throw that away. If you think your revenge is greater than His sacrifice."

His words have more effect then he probably thought they would and for once Matt fears that a growing part of him will not care. He fears that Ryker's is taking his faith. "May I pray in the chapel, father?" He asks.

Before the priest can answer the confessional door is opened and a hand reaches in and grabs him. In shock it takes him a moment to realize who it is. Frank Castle. The Punisher. He's pulled out of the confines of the box and into the light he cannot see.

"Times up." Frank says.

Matt's stunned. "What are you doing?" He asks.

The priest emerges and looks petrified. "We're going to pray, father." Frank says, dragging Matt to a pew and forcing him into it. "Kneel." He says, looking back at the guards near the door. The priest has retreated back into his confessional. Matt does as he's told and kneels like he's praying. "You're not killing anyone, Murdock."

Matt feels outrage. "You were you listening?" He demands. "How much did you hear?"

"From about the 'bless me father' bit." Frank sneers

"A confession is supposed to be between you and-"

"Don't try and tell me about confession. I was in seminary once, I know what a damn confessional is."

Matt is stunned. He didn't know that and it's a point out to how much Frank cares about keeping him in line that he's willing to divulge this bit of information. "You had no right to listen." He mutters lamely.

"I've got all the right I need." Frank glances up at the crucifix at the head of the church. He's never sure how much Matt can see, not entirely sure how Matt can see but he hopes he knows it's there. Hopes it weighs on him like a conscience. Like the conscience he's losing. "Priest wasn't bad for a kid." He says. "That bit about Christ's sacrifice at the end was pretty good. Guess he knew how to get under your skin after all."

Matt sits stiffly. "I think I'm losing it." He says softly. Frank doesn't say anything and it's maddening. "I don't think I care if I'm forgiven or not." He realizes vaguely how hopeless he sounds.

"You still care or you wouldn't have come here."

Matt looks back at him and realizes that he's the only one kneeling. "Why aren't you. . .?" He asks, glancing back at the guards. He doesn't want them to come over.

"I don't pray like you do, Murdock. I don't go to confession and I don't ask for forgiveness. If I believe in God, I don't believe he's going to forgive me and I don't want him to. I'm doing what I think is right. I don't need forgiveness. His or anyone else." Matt's brows furrows, he's a little offended by Frank's words and Frank knows this. "Does that make you angry? Good. You're not going to stop caring about God and you're not going to kill anyone."

"You don't know that." He sounds petulant and he regrets his words.

"The hell I don't, Murdock. I'm not going to let you.

"You can't stop me."

"Do you wanna try me?"

Their attention is redirected to the priest who's finally exited the confessional. He's shaky and nervous and he avoids them. "You can talk to him if you want." Frank says. "But he's a kid and he can talk about life and death and God and Heaven all he wants but he's never killed anyone. He's probably's never even wanted to. Now you've lost a lot of people and if you wanna go ahead and lose yourself too then you go right on ahead and do it. But you can't get yourself back once you do." Frank stands. He's said his part and doesn't have anything else to say. "Cross yourself and lets go."

Matt does. He stands and tries to leave the pew when his feet are kicked out from under him. "Shoulda put of the kneeling rail up." Frank says, gripping his upper arm to pull him back to his feet. "Act like a damn blind man for once." He hisses in his ear.

The priest scurries away from them. He may have been listening but they'll never know.

"I came here today because I'm going to talk to Fisk." Matt says quietly, stopping outside the doors.

"Do you think you're going to kill him?"

"I don't know."

"Try not to."

Frank lets him go and heads back to his cell. Matt heads to the yard.

#daredevil #matt murdock #matthew murdock #frank castle #fanfiction #angst #religious anst #the punisher #written in 2014 #i was reading a lot of daredevil comics then #a lot of ed brubaker in general #fanfic #confessional #revenge #wilson fisk #comics #marvel #religious debate #kinda #old fic

[somethingoriginal127]

A partially lengthy rant on effy stonem and why you’re totally allowed to like her because she’s a cool girl, duh. and the controversy surrounding her and her likeness :)

The narrative you can only like effy stonem as a character and have her be your favorite of all the skins kids because you “want to be her” “romanticize mental illness” “are annoying” etc is so odd to me when she is one of the most well written characters skins has ever spat out. she has a very tight and full circle storyline and everything she does heinous or lovely makes perfect sense for her. This is why she’s a favorite because they write her in a way that makes sense. She’s so unbelievably flawed but we know why, her motivations for her actions are clear without the show spelling it out for us like we’re stupid.(unless you maybe sort of lack basic media literacy skills which i’m learning lately more and more people do.) i can watch something happen to her, see the wheels turning, and understand where her character is coming from and it’s fun media to consume for that reason. You guys are boring and obsessed with being socially correct and aware which is wild in itself but especially wild in the context of fictional worlds and characters.

You’re allowed to be annoyed by her but the implication anyone who sees her as a favorite is simple minded and only likes her because she’s pretty is so boring and tired and lacks so much nuance. YAWN, NEXT!

#i like well written characters #and that’s that on that #pls cry about it #you guys are SUCH a snooze fest #i’m so bored bored bored #skins uk #skins #effy stonem #tony stonem #morally grey characters #you people act like she murdered someone #granted i guess she could’ve killed katy lmao #romanticizing #may have been true of everyone in like 2011 #but we’re grown now<3 #hope this helps ! #effy skins #2014 tumblr #character analysis #skins gen 2 #media literacy

[loquaciousquark]

IT IS DONE

i emerge like the shadows from plato's cave, blinking in the sunlight, except clutching fistfuls of manuscript pages instead of mathematics and deductive logic

shorter than i thought, but not by much! time to sit on it for two days, pretend that’s enough to forget it, make one good-faith pass at a clean edit and then send it to @jadesabre301​ for summary execution

NOT BAD for fourteen days, i tell you hwat

#quark rambles #this fic idea was born in 2014 and i have now written it #it was all-consuming and it was FUN #even to the end #it came out like it was easy and it never stopped except for a few tiny places #so much to be said for both reading a bunch of things i loved first and also momentum #ugh tumblr what if i don't WANT my image to be huge

[diamondsandcigarette01]

#diamondsandcigarette #2014 tumblr #coquette #girlblogger #girlblogging #model aesthetic #pink pilates princess #soft aesthetic #ottessa moshfegh #written by ottessa moshfegh #emmakrochelle

[worstloki]

From 2014

#and he’s still right #Palestine #reading things written about Palestine from decades ago and it being a repeat of what’s happening today is always sad #I know this is from 2014 but the sentiment remains the same #the struggle has been ongoing

[fitzrove]

I'm having a normal day with The Life and Times of Scrooge (2014)

#its a xmas album to me cos it was the first music album i asked for as a present 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 #also my first album composed and written by tuomas holopainen #xmas 2014 was a Turning Point for me musically #music