I posted 203 times in 2021
94 posts created (46%)
109 posts reblogged (54%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 1.2 posts.
I added 96 tags in 2021
#shitpost - 18 posts
#lumity - 13 posts
#the owl house - 11 posts
#wlw - 10 posts
#dark academia - 8 posts
#klance - 8 posts
#vi - 7 posts
#arcane - 7 posts
#catradora - 7 posts
#incorrect quotes - 7 posts
Longest Tag: 116 characters
#everytime something new comes out about west side story i make it my personality for the week like i'm so exited omg
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
yall ever wonder if Dana terrace woke up one day like “I’m going to become gen z’s god by making a kids show so gay that not even Disney can play it off”
168 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 00:10:51 GMT
#4
Hey hey! I have a request for you!
Vi x reader, cuz I’m obsessed, and smth angsty but comforting cuz I’m depressed (rhymes are fun :))
Basically, vi is back in the lanes, accidentally runs into the reader and reader starts crying :(
Hope this is alright, drink some water, stay healthy and safe! You are loved!
- Rose
absolutely adore this scenario!
Ugly Crying
Vi x GN! Reader
The Lanes were your home. always had been, and probably always would be. they were the root system that helped you grow, and would continue to help you grow, even if your proverbial plant was withering. and for good reason too. the lanes had never been quite the same after "the incident".
the lanes had never been the same after Vi disappeared.
The good thing about living in the undercity, is that anything goes. And this fact had happened to save my life.
A life in The Lanes was a difficult one. A life in the Lanes almost guaranteed that a child would grow up a criminal and an addict. it was an inescapable fate. I had thought that maybe I was exempt when I’d been taken in by Vander.
those had been the best days of my life looking back. I would have trade anything in the world to be sitting around the back room of The Last Drop with Mylo, Clagger, Powder...and Vi. They had been my family, more than my parents ever had been when they were alive. and just like your parents, they were gone far too soon.
all good things must come to an end, I suppose.
The Lanes were always perpetually hot, and tonight was no exception. And I was where I usually spent my evenings, trudging through the streets, looking down, acknowledging no one. If they were worth my time they’d come to me. And they only ever approached me for one reason. They think I have what they want. Money. Sex. Revenge. Shimmer. that’s how it was in the Undercity. It was full of the strongest of the strong and the weakest of the weak. It was almost never worth my time. A rare lucrative payout or enticing offer would sometimes come along.
I’m an opportunist, no different than those shiny topsiders. the only difference is that I’m willing to get my hands dirty to achieve what I want. The topsiders hired someone else to do their dirty work. Hell, sometimes they hired me. Mine was not a particularly honorable profession, but if it pays the bills..
“Oi it’s your turn” Raunder slaps the table, rattling the empty glasses piled precariously around the too small table.
“sorry, I zoned out..” I shook my head, glancing at my card. I don’t really remember the game we’re playing. Nor do I actually care. “I think I’m actually going to head out”
I braced my hands on the table, standing up. “I didn’t want you to feel bad when you lost anyways.” I drawled, leaving the winning hand face up on the table ignoring the enraged shouts from Raunder. I pushed my way though the Thursday crowd feeling suddenly feeling stifled by the smell of alcohol and smoke. There were too many bodies and too many memories and The Last Drop was so different, so changed, but it still felt exactly the same. It was stifling. I bumped into a slight woman at the pool table, huffing as she spilled her drink on my leg and boot. “Watch it, bitch” she barked at me, turning around to line her pool stick up. I nodded a quick apology to her, and continued trying to push my way out.
I stumble through the doors gulping down the cool, thin air. I smelled like booze and tobacco and sweat, and my clothes were dirty and home was on the other side of the city. And I don’t know what was in my drink, but my head is fuzzy and my spirits are low, and the wall of the alley is digging into my spine, scraping against the fabric of my shirt as I breathe. I can still hear the roar of people coming out of the last drop, swirling around in my ear canal and worming its way into my mind. I sigh, dragging my dirty hand over my dirty face. “Fuck,” I glance around where I am, noting the group of scrappy teenage boys watching what I was going to do next. There was a brothel nearby that let you stay the night, but I really needed clean clothes. It was a two mile walk, but I'd walked here earlier today and tonight I'd walk back.
Cause and effect, right?
I walked with my hands shoved deep in my pockets, watching the sewer rats scurry around the sidewalk, running on autopilot
Right
Right
Left
Right
Lef-
“Hey watch where you’re going”
“You watch where you’re go-” pink hair. Bandaged arms. “Vi?” and there it was. VI. right on her face. I couldn’t tell if this was a dream or a nightmare, but I don’t want it to end.
“Y/n.”
“I thought you were dead, they said you died in the explosion- they all said- and now you’re here and you” I choked back a sob, “and you’re-” Vi was in the same state of disbelief I was, Eyes wide with shock. The hands she’d held in fists for so much of her life went slack at her sides. I said nothing, staring at her, At Vi, Vi who was alive, and Vi who was here, and Vi who you thought died all those years ago.
“I’m going to hug you now,” Vi spoke softly, in soothing tones. Like I was some sort of skittish bird. I nodded slowly. And it was there, Tucked into Vi’s body that I finally felt something. And then I felt a lot of things. Disbelief, Anger, Surprise, Anger, Sadness, Anger, Longing, Gratitude, Pain. I liked to think that I’d let go of the events that happened the night of the explosion, and for the most part I have, but losing Vi had been harder than anything else, and I didn’t think I could ever get over it. And yet, here she was. Holding me, as I sank to my knees on the asphalt, heaving heavy painful sobs. I felt Vi start rubbing my back, gently “Hey,” she breathed “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here, and I’m real” And she was. Vi was here and she was real and she looked different. She was taller and her hair looked...better than it had five years ago. She’d bulked up, and gotten tattoos and her voice was deeper but it was Vi. after all these years. And i didn’t know if I should keep hugging her, or punch her or… I don’t fucking know.
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171 notes • Posted 2021-12-10 16:23:45 GMT
#3
Imagine your otp✨
231 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 02:03:00 GMT
#2
She-ra: princess of curse words
Adora will regularly say shit, it’s her favorite word ever. You can usually hear her screaming SHIT in battle or when she stubs her toe, she knows all the shits. Shit (derogatory) shit (affectionate) even shit (neutral)
Glimmer is a big believer in combination curse words. Exhibit a) “fucking shitballs” and “motherfucking bitchass pissbaby” Angela once heard her say that one and she was grounded for a week.
Bow doesn’t like to curse but he has definitely had to tell everyone to shut the fuck up. We don’t talk about that though.
Catra…catra has some words. she knows every curse word there is, and says them regularly. fuck is definitely a favorite though.
Scorpia accidentally said damn once, she had to clean her mouth out with soap.
entrapta says fuck between every single word, especially when she’s exited “and the fucking first ones tech just fucking- *cackle laugh thingy she does*
perfuma tries to stay spiritually positive and pur, but when she snaps she does not hold back. However, purging negativity can improve ones mindset :)
mermista‘s “UGH” are just really long FUCKKKKKs. Definitely calls seahawk manwhore
frostsa is the worst of all of them she rules her own kingdom and says every curse she knows with childish glee
Angella curses behind closed doors “What the fuck am I doing wrong” *sad mom tears*
micah said fuck once when he almost dropped baby glimmer. He blames himself for glimmers cursing problem.
Lonnie curses at Kyle. And also everything else in her line of sight.
Kyle said fuck once to be cool like catra, he cries for a hour afterwards.
double trouble says bitch for theatrical emphasis. “its double trouble, bitch” like adore they are an expert on every type of bitch, affectionate and derogatory.
sea hawk is just like.. “ADVENTURE, BITCH”
(let me know if you want me to do anybody else!)
405 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 03:54:17 GMT
#1
“there’s only one bed”
now I present,
”there’s only one braincell”
596 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 23:55:10 GMT
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