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DO YOU SEE WHAT ARMAND IS WEARING OH MY FUCKNG GOD PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY I WILL NOT SURVIVE UNTIL MAY
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An Extended Look at Season 2 | Interview with the Vampire
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 months
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Over 20k words done...
on the first draft of my manuscript.
In two weeks.
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Wild what you can do when it's the only thing you're focused on, lol.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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I am UNWELL.
They're clearly going to have time to build up to something.
Fuck.
This is going to be my undoing.
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Armand and Louis || IWTV s2 teaser
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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Even if we don't get any new footage today, we've been blessed with two new(ish) pictures of Jacob.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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Happy Full Moon
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Here's to releasing what weighs us down and welcoming what fuels us.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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Aftercare is paying attention to your partner and their needs after the sex is over, whatever those needs may be, after whatever type of intimacy has just taken place. Your partner will tell you what their needs are after sex, if they volunteer it, or if you ask them. Caring about your partner’s post sex needs and tending to them is something that should happen in all healthy relationships, whether they are based in BDSM, or are vanilla relationships. Aftercare is not a secret BDSM ritual.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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“everyone is going to hate it” someone will love it. someone will reach out to you and tell you it changed their life. someone will hold it close and treasure it forever in a way you can’t even understand. keep going
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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reminder: if you're getting an intramuscular injection (e.g. a covid booster or flu shot) and you're above 200 lbs with estrogen-based body fat distribution or 260 lbs with testosterone-based body fat distribution, you should be requesting a 1.5-inch/38mm needle. you might want to print out this sheet and bring it with you, because I have had pharmacy employees blithely tell me the 1-inch needle is fine for everyone, and I find a clear directive from the CDC just makes life a little easier.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
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A post in 2014:
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A zoom out of the same post:
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This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.
If you want more of something, reblog it.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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Just gonna talk about my current WIP
... and life. Because this is a nice cozy place where I can do that and only one of you knows me IRL.
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So, in July, I was laid off. Well, my team was laid off. One of the many casualties in the "who needs DEI" wave. I can't even be particularly mad about it because that job was horrible. I dreaded work every day and I'm pretty sure that had I stayed, my health would have suffered more than it already had.
Then came the burnout. That shit hit me like a freight train. I've spent the majority of the last 2.5 months trying to give myself space to rest as much as possible (while also job hunting because I'm not exactly in a position that I can just BE unemployed). And y'all, rest is hard. Like really hard. But we're working on it.
While I 100% view this as a time I can and must rest, it also feels like an opportunity to actually focus on writing.
Hell, if I'm being honest, it feels like the universe went, "You said you would do this if you only had time to dedicate to it. Here you go." Now I've just gotta do the thing. Which... is also hard.
I've had several WIPs bubbling away for years now. Ones I've shared with folks, ones people ask me about. But the one I'm focusing on right now I haven't shared with anyone.
It's too personal, but not in a way that folks would assume. It's not autobiographical (though it is set just outside of Boston, where I'm now calling home) or anything of that sort. It's simply that I'm so in love with the two main characters I'm nervous to say anything about the story to folks close to me until it's finished.
But no one is likely to see this so I'm gonna share a bit here:
Toni. Bless Toni. She's a little me and probably a little you too. The definition of someone running toward something even though far too many people think she's running away. She is a woman who refuses to accept good enough and deals with the repercussions of that--especially as a fat woman (a through line in most of my femme MCs). In her case, she chose to end a relationship with a man most people considered a catch--ya know a catch who thought he could convince her to have a baby she said she didn't want--and move across the country rather than allow herself to stay in a situation that made her miserable. Now, alone--save for her best friend a few towns over--she's rebuilding her life and unpacking the baggage that says she's unreasonable and unreliable for choosing her happiness.
And y'all... Cillian. Lord. He's a local boy--complete with that Bahston accent--and built like a tank. Everyone around him can see how golden his heart is, not because he wears it on his sleeve but because he has an aura of goodness that is almost impossible to miss. Were you to tell him that, he'd tell you you're full of shit. The thing about Cillian is that he's the kind of good that comes from going through hell. In his case, hell was literal war. Now, 10 years out of the military and 8 sober, he's still reconciling with parts of himself he'd rather bury. Think a little Bucky Barnes with a dash of Frank Castle and then the rest, well the rest is just Cillian: The boy who should have been a musician, not a soldier. The man who runs his family's bar and escapes to his property in New Hampshire when the world is too much. The 6'2" 275lb brick of muscle that collects floral robes and buys expensive sheets and falls so in love with a gorgeous plus size powerhouse of a woman that it undoes him a little.
I love them. I love how they're going to open up with one another, to allow the other to see the parts of them that are still bleeding and know that it will be ok.
(They also fuck like rockstars so there's that.)
I'm still working on the first draft, but I think I can have it done in the next couple of weeks. From there, revisions and then MAYBE eyes that aren't mine.
Hopefully, someone other than me cares about their slow conversations, the softness of their fall, the low stakes but high emotion of it all.
-sigh-
Anyway. That's been my world of late. Thanks for being the void tumblr.
Love ya.
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 months
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Is anyone still here?
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 11 months
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Me after six hours...
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Six. Hours. 
S    I    X
I’m about to blather on about some spicy things, so if you’re not interested, roll on. 
Firstly, the reason I’m using this space is I want to be all excited and talk to a friend about this but most folks in my life either are dealing with their own situations that have them not in a place to listen or don’t engage in this kind of intimacy so it just isn’t an option right now. 
I don’t know if it’s just because I haven’t had a consistent Dom in a while or because we both have ADHD and are currently hyper focused on this or what but good fucking god. 
Six fucking hours. Effortless back and forth of banter and play. I didn’t have to tell him when I’d reached my limit, he clocked it perfectly. 
It’s not that I forgot how much I love this shit but I think I may have forgotten how fulfilling it can be. (Especially when it’s divorced of any external influence--my last consistent partner was also a friend who was also dating another friend and was the ex of another, just very messy.) 
There’s just something so good about knowing your partner’s pleasure is your pleasure. It turns off my anxiety brain. I’m not worried in that moment if they’re enjoying themselves because I know if I am they are. It’s even better when they remind you of that. When they pin your head back by your hair, rest their forehead on yours, and tell you--while their fingers work your pussy like it’s an instrument they’ve studied for decades--that you’re going to give them another orgasm, because that is theirs. 
Or when you ask to come and they just smile and say, “No.” And you have to hold onto the edge of that cliff with everything you’ve got. 
-incoherent screeching- 
I’ve needed this so badly. I’m really really fucking grateful and having an excellent time. 
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 11 months
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fully prepared to punch anyone thirsting over young snow,, that’s literally FINNICK ODAIR’S MURDERER!!?? RUE’S MURDERER?!!!!!!THE GUY THAT DESTROYED THE BOY WITH THE BREAD!!!?!?THE MAN THAT TOOK EVERYTHING FROM THE GIRL ON FIRE AND LEFT HER SCARRED FOR LIFE?!???????????? idk but thats a bit of a turn off for me
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 11 months
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Not dead.
But not really here. 
However, I want to talk about a deliciously smutty experience and I don’t want to blow up my friends with my slutting about. So if you’re interested, enjoy. 
I moved across the country last summer. Which was great but it also meant leaving my play partner/partners behind. While my nesting partner is wonderful, he’s not into the spicier things so I spent June-April starved of the particular release that comes from some quality D/s play. 
My spring commitment was to rectify that shit and lord have I. 
Last night, I went on a third date and second play session with this lovely Dom. We spent over two hours fucking and drinking champagne. 
It was divine. 
But what really sent me off into sub space was:
Him telling me to get my glasses and then moving me to the end of the bed to face the mirror and saying into my ear, his fingers buried in my hair:
“I want you to see the faces you make for me.” 
And when I looked away (because coming that hard is distracting ok) he pulled my head back up by my hair and growled:
“No, you’re going to watch what I do to you.” 
Y’all. Undone. Like, whole body aftershocks kind of undone. 
It’s not the first time I’ve played with a mirror but honestly I don’t know if anything is quite as sexy. 
Plus the man does aftercare oh so well. 
Spring is being kind. 
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afewmarvelousthoughts · 11 months
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wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see
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