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pinksturniolo · 6 days

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Biggest Hater - Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Part 2 of 2

Alternate version of my Chris fic: Biggest Fan

Requested by the baddest! @muwapsturniolo

Summary: You just don’t get the hype of the Sturniolo Triplets like almost every girl your age does. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that you went to high school with them and Matt Sturniolo particularly, got on your nerves more than anyone you thought ever could. In fact, it has everything to do with that. And when you run into him a couple years later, at the peak of their fame, your feelings haven’t changed one bit. No matter how attractive you find him.

Content warnings: smut, oral, angry sex, teasing, pettiness, manipulation, mean!matt (even tho he's an angel irl), ANGST AF, enemies to lovers trope (somewhat?), slightly toxic, use of alcohol, a lil fluff at the end to make up for all the madness lol

word count: 3,887

You never breathed a word to anyone about what happened that night. Losing your virginity to Matt in the back of his minivan on prom night while stoned out of your mind was not something you could exactly go about announcing around the hallways of school. As much as you wanted to let what happened possibly turn into something more between you two, you simply couldn't let one night of passion make you forget the years of anger Matt caused you.

And your feelings were only solidified when you returned to school the next week, and he pretended like you didn’t even exist. He avoided you even more than he would before, and to be fair, you didn’t call or text him over the whole weekend out of sheer embarrassment. But you figured he would at least acknowledge you.

You started to feel incredibly stupid for letting your desires cloud your judgment and wished you could take back everything you did with him. You two never spoke again, as if that night never happened. And it hurt you for a while, until you eventually decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.

But that was two years ago, and this was now.

Now you were taking shots of tito’s back to back like they were water. Zach, the mutual friend that you and Matt shared from school was passing the bottle around, more people coming in and out of the house as the night wore on, the party getting bigger.

You danced in the middle of the living room along with the crowd of bodies, your body moving to the music freely as you tried to let the invasion of memories from prom night out of your mind. The alcohol coursed through your blood, your shyness leaving. You were starting to have a good time and were happy that you hadn’t seen Matt around since he disappeared down the hallway.

Zach comes up to you, leaning down to talk into your ear. He asks how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to since high school. You’re not one for small talk but you don’t want to be rude and start to engage in conversation with him when you hear a voice over the music interrupt you.

“Mind if I steal her from you?”

You turn to see Matt standing there, his eyes briefly travelling up and down your body before greeting Zach.

“Matt! What’s up, where you been? You want a shot?” he says, grabbing his hand in a handshake.

Matt shakes his head and motions to the keys attached to the belt loop of his jeans. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”

You give Matt a dirty look before you allow yourself to check him out. His appearance has changed so much since the last time you saw him. He’s wearing black jeans and a plain t shirt, a backwards hat on his head. He has light stubble on his face, making him look a little bit older. He looked really good.

But you weren’t drunk enough to acknowledge him further, turning back to Zach. “I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You tell him and he barely lets you finish your sentence, grabbing both you and Matt by the shoulder.

“Hey, remember when you guys used to be at each other’s throats every day? It was hilarious.” He slurred, a drunken smile on his face.

You give him a deadpan look, avoiding looking at Matt to see his reaction. You could seriously strangle Zach right now for what he was doing.

“You know what’s hilarious Zach? She was pretending the whole time. I think she was just secretly in love with me.” Matt says and your jaw almost drops to the ground from shock.

Zach laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “I knew it! Practically everyone in our senior class said the same thing.”

The audacity these men had. You’re absolutely fuming, staring daggers at Matt, a stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knows you’re pissed, and he likes it. Loves it in fact. It satisfies him to no end that he can still get a reaction out of you after all this time. Not to mention, he thought you were incredibly attractive when you were mad.

Before you can fire a good comeback at him, a genius idea pops into your head. The music currently blasting through the large house now switches to an upbeat reggaeton sound, something directly in your element.

The furrow in your brows from the sour look on your face relaxes as it’s replaced with a smile, your eyes lighting up. Matt is a little caught off guard by the way your expression switched up suddenly but tries not to let it show. His arms are crossed, and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you speak to him.

“I love this song. Wanna dance?”

“Wait-what? -“ He starts, utterly confused now but you walk past him before he can protest, the fabric of your skirt brushing against his body. He grits his teeth, his heart skipping a beat as he inhales the scent of your perfume. You look back at him over your shoulder, a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Later, Zach.” Matt says, immediately following behind you. Your hips sway as you walk, closer to the dark corner of the room. Your short skirt is skintight, your lace top not leaving much to the imagination. You have on a pair of strappy heels and Matt can’t help but let his eyes linger on the smoothness of your legs and the curve of your ass as he walks behind you.

But he feels as though he’s walking into a trap, your sudden change in behavior a mystery to him. He hasn’t seen you in two years and you seem more mature, more confident in yourself. And given the way you both left things, he’s not sure why you would even give him the time of day.

You reach the corner of the room where it’s a little more private, starting to move your hips in small circles, swaying to the beat of the song. There’s a sultry look in your eyes as you lock eyes with Matt who’s slowly moving towards you. He’s drawn dangerously close to you, a few inches separating you from him. He’s hesitant but watches your body move sensually, your hair falling around your face as you run your hands through it. You look him in the eyes again, grabbing his hands to put them on your waist.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. And your only intention tonight is to make sure Matt knows exactly who he’s fucked with. There was just no way he was going to show up in your life again and try to make a fool out of you for the second time. You were going to remind him that yes, there’s an unspoken connection between you two, and an electric storm that is created when your bodies mesh with another. But then, you were going to rip it from him, the way that he did to you.

The music vibrates through your body as you guide Matt’s hands across your waist and hips, his lips parted as you have him in a trance. His eyes can’t choose between focusing on your breasts spilling out of your shirt, the sliver of skin peeking out from the hem, showing the curves of your hips or your bare thighs now brushing against him as you move even closer.

Then, you turn around and wrap your arm behind you, across the back of his neck. Your other hand keeps his on the side of your waist. You grind your ass lightly over his crotch, his chest pressed into your back. His head is leaned down by the side of your neck, his warm breathing fanning across your skin.

He moves with you for a minute, immersed in the music and the way your body grinds against him. He feels like its just you and him in this party, addicted to the feeling of you on him like he was the night he had you all to himself in the backseat of his van.

His lips brush lightly over the skin of your neck, and he takes a deep breath in to try and steady himself before things escalate further. “What are you doing, Y/N.” He mumbles into your ear. His fingers press into your hips, his pants tightening from the way your ass is rubbing onto him.

Fuck. It’s taking everything in him right now not to drag you to one of the empty bedrooms and bend you over the mattress so he can fuck your brains out.

You feel him grow hard in his jeans and smile to yourself, your plan going exactly how you wanted it to. You turn around suddenly and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips feathering over his. “I need you…”

It takes him all of thirty seconds to grab your hand and lead you out of the living room, and to the secluded hallway at the other side of the house. He pushes you softly against the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head. There’s a look of desperation on his face that you haven’t seen before.

“Y/N. Listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but I think about you all the fucking time. I swear, I’ve tried so hard to get you off my mind since that night and I can’t. I- “

“Matt, please. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just kiss me.” You interrupted and smashed your lips onto his, his shirt fisted in your hands.

What you really want to say is, you’re a liar. If you really meant that, you would’ve talked to me at school. You would’ve let me know how you felt instead of cutting me off. You would’ve acted like a grown man and reached out to me a long time ago.

But that isn’t part of your master plan to manipulate him. You needed him to think you wanted him, to make him feel the way he made you feel for months after you last saw him. You know it’s wrong and petty, but you don’t care. And you couldn’t help the fact that you also secretly enjoyed having his hands on your body again, his lips on yours like they belonged there.

Matt is completely sober but he’s getting lust drunk off the taste of your mouth, your wandering hands over his chest, his abdomen, his hair. Pushing and pulling him into you, and he can feel your pulse pounding a million miles a minute. He could breathe your air forever, could steal your kisses like it’s his favorite crime.

The desire between you two grows and grows, until Matt is convinced he could fuck you against the wall in this hallway right now and not care one bit who saw. But he knows that’s not the right way to do this. He wants you on the bed, so he can lay your body down, and devour you in the way he’s been craving all this time.

He grabs your hips, breaking the kiss and leads you to the nearest closed door, praying that it’s an empty bedroom. The chances are in his favor when he sees no one in the room, a large king-sized bed in the middle. He locks the door behind him, and you throw your arms around his neck again, entrapping his lips on yours once more. He bends down slightly and grabs your ass, lifting you up in the air. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to the bed.

Once he feels the mattress against his legs, he climbs on top, laying you down, his body on yours. He trails soft kisses from your cheek to your neck, his tongue on your hot skin, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps all over you.

You sigh in pleasure, letting him take over your body like its his. Your determination has been crumbling since he pressed you against that wall, but you fight to keep your head on straight, his mouth now ghosting across your chest as his head dips lower. He tugs your shirt and bra down, revealing your tits to him, nipples hardened from the cool air. He looks up at you, blue eyes burning with fire as he circles his warm tongue around one of them, making you gasp.

He continues, taking extra time and attention to suck, kiss and lick on each of your breasts, his eyes still on yours, leaving your now soaked panties ruined. You can feel his erection pressing into you and when he starts moving his head further south, you wrap your legs around him and grab onto his shoulders so you can flip your bodies around on the bed, this time with you on top of him.

It was time for you to regain control. You pull the top of your shirt back up and he starts to sit up, but you push him down firmly by his shoulders. You grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head as he allows you to undress him. He doesn’t protest and watches as you move down the bed, to settle between his legs. Your hands unbutton his jeans and yank his pants down and off of him. Now he’s only left in his boxers, and you’re still completely dressed.

You lay down on the bed, bringing your face to his crotch and exhaling on his hardness. His abdomen flexes and he clenches his jaw as he watches you tease him, breathing your warm breath onto him and then letting your tongue run over him through the fabric of his boxers.

You press a kiss onto him, your lashes fluttering as you look up at him. “Y/N…” He groans, his hands tangling in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

You let a sly smile appear on your lips and rub your hands on his thighs. Your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, finally pulling them down so his cock springs out, long, hard, and begging to be taken care of.

He twitches as you press your lips to the tip, saliva leaking out of your mouth and coating him. Then you finally move your head down, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth and your soft hand curling around the base. He moans, holding your hair back as you bob your head up and down, his breathing becoming shallow.

You keep the pace, letting him brush the back of your throat and look at him, his head thrown back against the mattress in ecstasy, knowing he won’t last long at which the rate you’re going.

“Fuck…” He whimpers, letting you push him to that release, your actions feeling way too good to stop you.

You pull your mouth from him, gasping for air and letting your hand continue the motions, squeezing around him with every intention to get him to finish.

“I know baby, let go. It’s okay.” You say, urging him to cum.

But once you speak the words, Matt snaps out of his pleasure, the sentence sounding all too familiar.

“Matt…” You whine, and he presses his forehead to yours, his hands on your lower back, helping you ride him. “I know baby, let go. Its okay.” He says softly and the coil that’s been building for the past 20 minutes since he kissed you, finally releases and warmth floods your body. You moan loudly and feel yourself leaking on his thigh, your hips slowing down.

He grabs your jaw, the expression on his face now hardened. “What do you think you’re doing?” He says, finally catching onto your little plan.

Shit. You really fucked up now. You didn’t think he would recognize the same words, you thought it would be an inside joke only to yourself in your twisted mind. But Matt was smarter than you realized.

You try to play it off though, not wanting to give in. “What do you mean?” You say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckles darkly and snaps his boxers back on, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up, flipping around so you lay on the bed, on your back again.

Matt had a feeling something was off the moment you asked him to dance but he let his attraction take over and his desire cloud his judgement. And now that he’d figured out what you were trying to do, he was furious. He was mad that you felt the need to mock him, to get back at him. He was mad that he let his stubbornness prevent him from acting like a mature adult and block you out of his mind, of his life.

But most of all, he was mad and at the same time obsessed with the control you had over him, over his body, over his thoughts. He never let anyone dictate his emotions but somehow you had, and right now he wanted to show you who was really in control here. He wanted to show just exactly how much he had missed you.

“Who do you think you’re trying to play with, hm?” He says as he roughly tugs your skirt down your body and off your legs, leaving your heels on. He removes your shirt and bra right after, leaving you shocked in the way he’s managed to get you naked in less than a minute.

You don’t say a word as he pushes your legs open, his thumbs digging into your skin so hard, it hurts. He slots his shoulders in between as he places his wet lips on your stomach, kissing his way down, over your pelvis, and moving to your inner thighs, licking and sucking at the crevices.

It was insane the way Matt could control you with his dominance, the touch of his hands and the feeling of his tongue on your skin. You’ve basically lost your whole course of action in revenge, allowing him to have his way with you.

He’s everywhere except the spot you need him the most, leaving you whimpering and on edge, your hips uncontrollably moving. He smacks your inner thigh, making you cry out from the sting.

“Stop fucking moving. You wanted to play this game, right? Well, let Daddy show you who’s really in control here.” He practically growls and the tone of his voice has your pussy throbbing with need but your heart pounding with anger.

“Fuck you, Matt.” You respond, glaring down at him in between your legs.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at your defiance, his eyes almost completely black from the way his pupils are blown. His fingertips dig harshly into your skin as he pulls you down even closer to his mouth, and your breath picks up as he traces his lips over your folds, not touching all the way but barely brushing.

He places a gentle kiss to the spot right above your clit, his eyes the complete opposite of soft as he looks up at you. He kisses once more and then dips down to lick one swipe through you only to move away, his tongue on your inner thigh again.

The teasing is almost too much, making you whine and squirm under him. He smirks at your reaction, satisfied with the way he’s gotten you worked up. He licks through you again, his tongue strong and warm and circles around your hole before pulling away once more, kissing the side of your lips.

“Say you want me.” He breathes against your skin, looking at you again.

You don’t answer him and he runs one finger through your folds, massaging lightly before pulling away seconds later.

“Say you want me. And I’ll give you what you need baby.” He’s looking at you with expectancy, hoping you’ll give in because as much as he’s enjoying teasing you, he wants nothing more than to please you.

You could almost cry from how mean he’s being, and grit your teeth, your eyes continuing to give him dirty looks. No fucking way you’re giving in this easily.

“I said… Fuck. You.”

There’s a brief moment of silence and heated looks exchanged before he suddenly gets up, standing at the end of the bed and then reaches up to drag you by your ankles to the edge where he is, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He would’ve had you cumming on his tongue, thighs around his face as you shook, swallowing every last drop.

“You’re gonna regret that.” He simply says and pulls his dick out only to push it into you with no warning, bottoming out as his hips connect with yours.

You cry aloud from the feeling, and you’re seeing stars as Matt drives himself into you over and over, hard. You’re moaning along with him, your head thrown back against the mattress. He watches as he slips in and out of you, the blissful look of pleasure on your face, a sight he could replay in his head for the rest of his life.

He wraps one hand around your neck, squeezing a little, making you clench around him from the feeling of arousal it gives you. The anger pours out of both of you, mixing with pleasure until it turns into something else, something you two have been holding back for a long time. This is nothing like the last time. In the van, it was sweet, innocent and new. But now it was dirty, hot and desperate.

The sounds of your bodies against each other fill the room, the wetness you make as he thrusts into you like music to his ears. He tells you how sexy you are, how good you take him, how much he loves to have you like this. Dripping down his cock, body quivering and throat raw from screaming out his name.

You both claim to hate each other but somehow ended up in this position for the second time. As you reach your release together, he lays closer over the top of you, burying his face in your neck. You hold him, nails scratching down his back as you cum around him, and you feel the throbbing of his cock as he finishes inside you. He stays there for a minute as you both calm down and he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Matt drove you home that night, after taking his brothers home first of course. Everyone assumed what you two were doing when you disappeared from the party and Chris and Nick giggled in the car, making fun of you two, much to Matt’s annoyance.

He kissed you good night. He called the next day, and the next, and the next. He checked up on you, sent flowers to your house when you weren’t expecting, he even brought you lunch to your job when you were having a particularly rough day. He made up for all the lost time.

You both had many discussions about the past. You forgave him for what happened, and it made you happy to finally say you didn’t hate Matthew Sturniolo after all. You were actually deeply, head over heels, in love with him.

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pasdasin · 7 months

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Ktober day one - Size kink - Loki x reader

a/n: welcome to kinktober! enjoy ur month of fanfics lol this is made in collab with my two of my irls @fuckmachine42069 and @honeybeedrabble! sorry if this is bad lol

cw: pnv sex, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), cussing, slight degradation, prob more

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Loki never felt truly loved until he met you. You knew him, witnessed his destruction, and still decided to give him a chance. He never knew that he could feel like this. Especially when you decided to take him to a remote cabin in the mountains, just the two of you. Just as friends.

God he hated that you just saw him as a friend. He means that friends don’t just share their darkest secrets, they don’t occasionally flirt, and they don’t get drunk and make out- but that was just a drunken mistake, right?

The snow fell outside the cabin the two of you shared a glass of wine you stole from Tony’s collection. He watched as you giggled at the silly card game the two of you were playing.

“OH! This is a good one” you looked up at Loki from across the couch.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… is there one physical trait you haven’t shown anyone?” Loki was taken aback by the question. Were the two of you close enough for him to show you his true self? The two of you did make out a lot, flirt, but emotionally? Were you more than friends? Could he truly trust you? Fuck it.

“I believe there is one thing…” Your eyes lit up with excitement at this revatation. “Before I show you, I need to know I can trust you.” His eyes scanned your face, praying to whoever would listen that you would say the words that he needed to hear.

“Of course you can trust me Loki.”

“No that’s not what I mean. I need you to be honest with me…”

“What are you asking me?” Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Are you in love with me the way I am in love with you” Silence filled the air. Loki turned his back and sighed in defeat . It was so stupid of him to think you’d be in love with him. You two weren’t more than friends who kiss. He felt his arm be pulled by you, causing him to turn to face you.

“I…I’m in love with you Loki” He leaned down and captured your lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and full of the mixed emotions the two of you felt towards each other. The kiss grew more heated and the two of you moved back onto the couch. He pulled away from you, straddling your hips and effectively trapping you.

“Once I show you this. you have to be mine. remain mine.” You only nodded your head and watched in amazement as he transformed before you. His once pale skin turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was icy and cool. His eyes turned a shade of deep, blood red. His height greatly increased as well. Your eyes scanned his body, absorbing all of the new side of loki.

“Well?” He asked nervously. Your jaw dropped slightly and he slowly felt himself getting amused by your reaction. “You never seen this before?”

“Obviously not. Just… let me” Your hands dragged up and down his body, getting used to all the new bumps and scars that littered his body. His skin was impossibly cold and only turned you on more. Your hands trailed down his abs and hovered over his cock. You looked up at him and searched his face for any signs of regret.

His eyes only encouraged you further and his hands guided your own to touch him. In his frost giant form, Loki was impossibly bigger than any man you have ever been with before. His cock had barely fit in your hand and as you continued to pump him up and down, you found him to only get harder and harder. He moved to undo his pants and free his cock from his boxers. You watched as his cock sprung free and nearly hit your cheek.

“Loki,” you looked up at him, his blue skin and red eyes intimidated you, but also made you feel a new kind of excitement. “Once we start, I don’t wanna stop”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He said, gripping your hair. You licked a long stripe up his cock from the base of it to the tip. He involuntarily shuddered and pulled your hair tighter as you moved your mouth to take in his tip. Even that felt like it was a lot. You gently started to bob your head up and down his length, trying to find a satisfactory pace. Loki had other plans, deciding that he needed more. Your eyes rolled back and tears streamed down your eyes as Loki fucked your mouth, losing himself slightly.

Looking down he realized only about a third of his dick could fit in your mouth before activating your gag reflex. He reveled in the fact that his size was making you react like this. You moaned and gagged on his cock, making him groan at the vibrations. His grip tightened on your hair.

“You can’t even take all of me in your mouth and yet you're whoring yourself for me.” You only could moan in response, trying to swirl your tongue around what was in your mouth and jacking off the rest. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm.

When he was on the brink, he pulled out of you, leaving you confused.

“I’m gonna cum in that pretty little cunt if yours.” He muttered to you, as he moved you to your hands and knees.

“Loki you didn’t-“

“I’ll be gentle” He said as he started to push into your cunt. Your breath grew labored and you started to feel the painful stretch as Loki started to fill you as much as he could. You looked up past the couch and straight into the mirror that leaned against the wall. You could only moan at the sight of his 7 foot body pressing into your much smaller frame. He was like a giant trying to fit into a regular sized door.

He was anything but gentle. He barely gave you time to adjust to his size before he started pounding into you. The sheer. size of him had you feeling his cock up and into your stomach. He was rough with you, making you believe he was chasing his own pleasure. It didn’t matter when his dick rubbed and filled every inch of your cunt. You were shaking and moaning under him, feeling as though your arms were gonna give out any second.

“Look at you. You barely can fit my cock and here you are already about to cum.” He started to pound into you harder than before, making your legs shake.

“Please- please let me. I need to-“ Loki hushed you.

“Cum for me” You felt your pussy clench at his command and a wave of pleasure wash over him. Loki thrusted harder and got sloppier until he finally came inside you. He stilled inside you and panted. Slowly he disconnected himself from you and watched as his cum spilled out onto the couch.

“Are you okay?” Slowly, you turned to face him, a fucked out expression washing over you.

“We should’ve fucked sooner”

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day 2: titfucking - mista x reader

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itaerae · 10 months

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i love her — s. ricky

pairing: ex!ricky x reader

synopsis: you knew you weren’t ricky’s first girlfriend, but you sure thought you would be his last. except what happens when he occasionally thinks of her after promising you were the only one he loved ?

word count: 0.5k

warnings: angst, mentions of being drunk, mentions of infidelity, arguments, profanity ! fyi, this is NOT how i see ricky irl, this is just a work of FICTION. (not proofread)

authors note: lowkey haven’t written angst in a while so this might be dookie, please bare with me lol. happy reading loves ! ⟡

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the clock struck midnight, yet your boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. he’d promise to come around for your weekly home date, but that promise was near broken. you were getting fed up, but decided to have a little more patience. maybe he was caught in traffic ?

calling my love 🤍. . .

another missed call. you huffed, throwing your phone across the couch. where could he be at this hour without his phone ? just then, you heard a knock on your door. torn between wanting to open it and leaving it, you went for the former.

and there he was, standing right on your porch with a plastic bag in hand. “ricky ? where the hell were you ?” he reeked of alcohol, so much you nearly gagged. but he said nothing, just side-hugging you and pushed pass the doorway, making his way onto your couch.

this angered you, how dare he just show up to your house out of thin air without saying a word ? “sorry for being so late, but i brought your favorite snack..” he muttered with a slight smile, holding up the bag that was in his hand. you raised your eyebrows curiously and picked up the bag.

you pulled out what seemed to be a box of pocky. but upon seeing the label, you were a bit disappointed. “ricky, you know banana split is my least favorite—” then the realization hit you like a truck. had he bought his ex’s favorite flavor on purpose ? was this some sort of sick joke ?

“(name), what’s wrong ?” your eyes welled up with tears. you didn’t want to believe it, you couldn’t believe it. “ricky.. are you seeing her again ? are you cheating on me, please tell me the truth.”

his eyes widened, “(name) what are you talking about ? the only one i’ve been seeing is you, love. what’s going on ?” his words pissed you off. how could he be so sincere when lying straight to your face? did he have no shame ? “baby i swear i’m not seeing anyone else, please ! you can check my phone, anything ! you’re the only one that i love, (name).”

“no.. no i’m not. tell me, you still love her right ? you still think about her, don’t you ?” you were expecting denial or reassurance of some sort. but you had your answer by the way his faced dropped, forming a guilty expression. and that was enough to let your tears flow. “was i ever enough for you ? was this whole relationship just a joke to you ? did you ever love me at all ?” you screamed at him in heartbreak.

seeing how much he broke you had him in sobs as well. only this angered you further, and you lost it. “get out.. GET OUT NOW !” you saw the way he flinched and tried to move closer to engulf you into his embrace. “(name), please i—” you cut him off, “get out of my face, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN !”

he shook, scared as he’d never seen you like this before. but eventually it dawned on him that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. accepting his defeat, he made his way to your door. but he knew he had to make one thing known before exiting your life completely.

“i did love you, i truly did, (name). believe me. but i’m so sorry, i just couldn’t love you as much as i love her.” and with that, he walked out, keeping your wish to never to be seen by you again.

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#zerobaseone #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zb1 #boys planet 999 #boys planet scenarios #boys planet drabbles #boys planet imagines #boys planet x reader #zb1 ricky #shen quanrui #shen ricky

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morally-grey-girlbosses · 9 months

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The top two characters will be eligible for entry into the bracket!

Teddy the Pomeranian is owned by the submitter's local dog cafe, and the image used was distributed on that company's public Instagram account for promotional purposes. Fira the cat is owned by @notblueferet, image used with permission. Mashed Potato the rabbit is owned by @boba-thot, image used with permission. Image used for White Gladys is an actual orca involved in the attacks believed to have been orchestrated by White Gladys, though it cannot be determined if it is the original herself. Penelope the Platypus lived and died in the 1940s-1950s and I was not able to find digitized photos of her. (If anyone has any, please send them to me.) A generic image of a platypus was used to represent her.

Propaganda under the cut.

Praying Mantis:

They murder their mates after fucking, then eat their heads. Slay. Girlboss. Morally gray. You understand.

Anglerfish:

youtube

Tapeworm:

this bitch lives inside of people for long periods of time, living off of them. aint that cool

Blobfish:

she got held by a generic white man but still stays strong, she deserves the world, Plus she lives at crushing depths in the sea and that's great too (the photo is what she looks like in her natural habitat)

Licherally just look at them. don’t tell me they wouldn’t destroy worlds on a whim

Betta:

I think that male bettas are pretty well known for being little murder gremlins at this point, but the females really deserve the title of morally ambiguous girlboss. Unlike the males, you can put multiple female bettas in a tank together and they usually won’t fight to the death immediately. And people usually assume that that means their tank is peaceful now. No, you put multiple female bettas in a tank and they are all just biding their time, ready to start the murderfest whenever they feel they’re strong enough. But they’re also really sweet to humans and if you set up the tank correctly and pay close enough attention to it then bettas sororities can work, so I think they deserve the title of morally ambiguous girlboss

Teddy:

Honestly she's beautiful, she loves belly rubs, she is plotting something. She's hbic. She's going to take over the world one day. She's sneaky but also has a love of pink chairs. She's an icon

White Gladys:

Miss Orca was harmed by boats and then plotted revenge by teaching other orcas how to attack boats and they all went on the sink yatchs <3

Penelope:

girl faked a pregnancy for extra food and ESCAPED THE PLATYPUS ENCLOSURE when the jig was up, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. girlboss behavior if i've ever seen it.

Fira:

You could say she is... Morally.. GREY (I'm sorry)

Mashed Potato:

She is sometimes so so sweet and honestly she's an absolute icon really but also she eats my curtains and that's kind of a dick move

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shiningcorazon · 2 years

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painful.

tags: tanjiro x reader, aged-up, smut, angst (you guys are just exes nothing crazy), makeup sex? hmm

a/n: finally...lmfao. College has been kicking my ass I'm so sorry! But it's done. So sorry if it's so vanilla, I am very much a vanilla girl sorry not sorry. This situation really does hurt when it happens irl...so enjoy my pain! <3

songs: shades of cool; lana del rey, i will always; the cranberries

It was almost painful.

Stepping slowly into his apartment, cautious, as if to not let yourself fall in.

You hear him lock the door behind you with a quiet thunk. You close your eyes momentarily and inhale. The air seemed so…different. You stood in an apartment you used to practically live in, and now it feels foreign.

It was painful.

He quietly made his way around you, and you were met with those big crimson eyes of his. He looked sad, but he still had a warmness to him. A warmth that was so…Tanjiro.

He studies your face, and Tanjiro can’t believe you’re here. He hasn’t seen you since the day you left him; the day he let you go.

Now standing before him, you both wonder if this was a huge mistake.

“I missed you.” The words escaped you. Tanjiro was surprised; you were never one to initiate conversation, let alone speak in such difficult situations. You even surprised yourself. Why did you say that? It was over, there was nothing to necessarily miss. It’s over. It’s over, so why are you here?

His eyebrows curled into a worried expression, but still, he smiled.

“I missed you too.”

beat.

The silence was deafening, but it was welcomed. What else is there to say?

Meeting his gaze, your mind wandered.

You remembered how you two first met. You were at the library and he offered you coffee. How he kissed you for the first time under the night sky, how his soft lifts met yours and his warmth enveloped you. How he would call you baby, sweetheart, my love. How at nights he would reach out to you, even while he slept. How he—

Heavy tears were suddenly falling down your cheek. You quickly turned around, you couldn’t bear the feeling of him watching you cry. How pathetic! How embarrassing!

“! Are you okay?” he reached out to grab your shoulder, but decided not to. Perhaps it was his presence that upset you.

“Yes, I, I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

You sniffled and wiped the tears away, for some reason the tears wouldn’t stop. He waited for you to turn around, let you have as much time to compose yourself.

“Tanjiro, maybe I should leave,” you said after some time. Still not facing him; it was still too much.

“What? No—I mean, if you want to go that’s okay but don’t feel like you need to, I-”

“Tanjiro, why am I here?” You faced him, and he looked so sad.

“…I don’t really understand wha-”

You’ve got to get out of here. “I mean, why did you call me.”

“…”

No words left him for a while. All he could do was stare back at your sad eyes. Why did he call you? He just missed you. He hasn’t told anyone, but he hasn’t stopped thinking of you since you left. Everything reminds him of you; he dreams of you. Living without your presence was driving him insane, he just needed to see you again. Was it selfish of him to call you?

“I just, needed to see you again. I missed you tremendously. I just needed to see you once more. We don’t have to keep talking after this, I’m sorry if I hurt you I-”

Your sudden embrace cut him off. You had quickly closed the distance between you two, and you pulled him into a hug. Tanjiro’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He was frozen in shock; he didn’t know what to do.

It was nice to know he missed you as much as you missed him.

Your arms squeezed tighter as you felt the tears pour out once more, and you laid your head on his chest. You squeezed your eyes shut once you realized Tanjiro hadn’t moved, did you cross a line?

It was when you felt his heavy arms reach around you that you finally relaxed. He sighed softly, and let his head lay atop yours. How could Tanjiro ever deny a hug from you?

You missed this. So much.

…

You don’t really know how much you two spent just holding each other. It was so quiet; all you could hear was the rise and fall of his breath and his heartbeat. His hands would occasionally rub your back in a loving manner, and you would melt deeper into his embrace.

“hmm,” he hummed softly and you felt his head lift up. You finally opened your eyes and met his gaze, your hands finding their own place on his chest. You don’t know what it is, but he always manages to make you feel so comfortable, even in tough situations just as this one.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice slightly raspy.

You nodded. Neither of you pulled away.

“Hm…well now we could order some Chinese—or pizza! up to you, and watch a movie or something. How does that sound?” You smiled as he spoke, he knew you so well.

“That sounds nice, Tanji.” He didn’t smile back, but he didn’t seem upset.

Tanji.

It’s been so long since you called him that. It’s embarrassing, really, how a single word had him dazed. His heartbeat began racing and you could feel it under the palm of your right hand; you didn’t mention it. He opened his mouth as to say something, but then closed it again. He did not have the words to explain what he was feeling.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and back to you.

He leaned forwards.

Tanjiro’s lips met yours with a soft intensity. You opened your mouth beneath his, swallowing his sweetness. He smelled of earth and sundried linen; it was bliss.

He retracted from you, leaving you slightly disappointed. You felt his gaze trace every one of your features. He used to constantly remind you how much he loved all of you; every inch, every centimeter. Placing his calloused hand on your cheek, he began stroking it tenderly.

“My love,” he whispered; these words he only reserved for you.

Your face leaned into his palm as your hands reached above his shoulders. They met the back of his head and pulled him to meet you once again. The kisses were rougher, more passionate. You could feel the air leaving your lungs, yet you have never felt so alive. Your hands pulled at his hair, quietly begging for more. Quiet moans left him and you swallowed each one. His rough hands traced down your figure until they landed on your hips. Slowly pushing you towards the nearest wall, eliciting a sound of surprise from you when your back makes contact.

His lips left yours, leaving you to gasp the cool air that now separated you both. His head lowered and a whimper left you when you felt his hot breath caress your neck.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke before he began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His left hand landed on the lush skin of your thigh, while his right hand grabbed your hip vigorously, pulling you in closer, closer. The sounds of pleasure that left you only made Tanjiro lust for you grow, it was almost unbearable.

Whispered praises left him between each kiss. Making his way to your collarbone, marking your lush skin. He whimpered at the taste of you. His left hand traveled upwards, lifting your summer dress. Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on the line his fingers traced towards your core. His finger curled under the band of your panties and—

What are you doing?

You two were not together anymore. It’s over, remember? This…won’t mend the past.

To be with him now, it hurt. But you loved the pain. You missed being pitied by him, being held by him. You missed being vulnerable, being weak. Right now he is basically on his knees praising you, begging for you.

“if you want me to stop, just tell me,” he murmured into your skin.

Did he truly miss you?

Does it matter?

Either way, you’d let him use you just to feel loved by him again, wouldn’t you?

“Tanjiro, please…don't stop.” How pathetic.

A sigh of relief left him as his movements continued. Fervently, he tugged at your panties, pulling them languidly down your leg. You were at his disposal. Fully exposed, body and soul.

He had stopped kissing your skin by now, but he remained within the crevice of your neck. Breathing you in, savoring the noises of pleasure that left you. You gasped when you felt two thick fingers slide against your entrance. You were so wet. Tanjiro held in a moan when he left your slick quickly cover his fingers; you were intoxicating.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes once more.

You averted your gaze away from his. But his free hand roughly grabbed at your jaw, pulling you and forcing you to look into his eyes as he slowly dips into you. Grabbing at his shoulders to find some leverage, you moan into the space between you two. He almost groans when you take him so easily.

“you’re—you’re being so good,” he panted.

Tanjiro could only stare at your face painted with ecstasy as his fingers continued to drill into you. Deciding to make add to your pleasure, or perhaps to torture you further, his thumb begins drawing lazy circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you.

“Oh-”

The pressure wasn’t enough to make you cum, all it did was make you much more desperate for his touch. His face hovered above yours, dark crimson eyes staring into yours. You leaned in, trying to kiss him, but he would only tilt backwards in response. He was teasing you.

“Tanji, please-”

Your pleading had Tanjiro’s self control hanging by a thread. Weird, how yesterday he was dreaming of you, and now you’re here, being so compliant. So good, just for him.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“More, please—I need more,”

He shivered. “Is that so?”

“Please.”

“Anything for you.”

His fingers left you, but before you could even think about complaining his lips crashed against yours, and you melt into him once more. Tongue sliding against yours, craving your taste. You pull at his hair, both of you so desperately hungry for each other.

Perhaps it was that you were too captivated in his embrace, but you did not heart him remove his belt. You only felt two strong arms grab the back of your thighs, and then those same arms easily lift you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist. A gasp left you both as you felt him rub against your folds.

He separated from you.

“Is this okay?” his voice cracked.

This was too much, too fast, you thought.

But as you look into his eyes again, who cares?

“…yes,”

Tanjiro’s eyebrows furrowed and slowly, he slid into you. You gasped while he hissed. He stayed still for a moment, selfishly savoring the feeling. After a while, he began moving once more and all the pain was replaced by pleasure.

His thrusts were ceaseless. Constantly hitting that sweet spot, leaving you teary eyed as you whined and moaned for him. All Tanjiro could do (besides fuck you mindless) was to stare at you, oh sweet and beautiful you.

You feel your release coming sooner than excepted, and you grabbed his face. You wanted to look into his eyes as you came, something you two would always do.

And you don’t know what it is, maybe the soft smile he gives you, the soft whispered praises that leave him, or the whole nostalgic feeling of this situation, but the words just leave you:

“I love you.”

His smile drops, and his movements seem to hesitate.

“Don’t just tell me you love me, tell me you need me.” He whined.

The desperation in his voice broke you, both physically and emotionally. You were at the brink of your orgasm as you managed to stutter out what he asked of you.

“I—I need you Tanjiro, oh—”

Quickly and all at once, pleasure shot through you like a wave. You squeezed your eyes closed and moaned loudly, pulling at Tanjiro’s hair almost as a thank you.

You could tell he was near his limit as well, feeling his movements hitch.

“Where—do you,” he could barely let out a full sentence.

“Inside.”

“Wha-inside? Are you sure?”

“Please Tanjiro, please,” you panted.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he sped up. You then felt his warmth fill you up, as his breath caress your neck as he moans your name.

Your eyes are still closed. A room once filled with cries of pleasure was now occupied by silence and soft panting. Remaining where you were, both of you too afraid to speak, let alone look at each other.

…

You don’t know exactly what happened next, it was all a haze really.

But here you lay, on his bed. Wearing one of his shirts; it smells like him, overwhelmingly so. With the lights out, you can’t even tell if the walls are still white. The bed shifts slightly as he lays besides you, and you jolt as you feel his arm snake around you.

He murmurs into your hair, “I love you too.”

But he didn’t say it to your face, did he?

You close your eyes and try to sleep, but you can’t. The pit in your stomach won’t go away.

You stare out the window and look at the full moon, quietly wondering if love is worth all this pain.

#WHORE!#kny smut #kny x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro angst #tanjiro smut #girl i'd let him use me again and again #yesss ruin me #my work

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wallpaper-inside-my-heart · 4 months

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💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙

IMPORTANT NOTES (that I forgot to include in todays ask):

If you aren't done with answering all your questions yet, but want to; then don't feel any pressure to do this today 🤗 Just bc it says december on the tin, doesn't mean I will appreciate getting your answer any less, if it's in late january or smth 🫶

also: I promise I will get around to looking at & interacting with everyone's responses! I promise I did not forget about you, I have just been/still am incredibly busy irl 🙈

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, buckle in folks, this is a long one 😅✨

(Split into three parts like the other asks; No pressure to any of you to do the same tho, I just really like this format and it suited my thoughts/organizing needs)

My favourite smosh related memories of 2023 (chronologically):

Tldr:

1.) Joining the smoshblr community 💚

2.) Spommy nation 💜

3.) Smoshblr December Asks 💛💙

now for anyone who is interested in me rambling way too much:

Joining the Smoshblr community 💚

I got into smosh at the start of this year bc of the Reddit stories videos (I watched a couple smosh vids over the years before, but never consistently followed their releases). They became smth I looked forward to every week and lead me to check out more smosh videos in general! I also remember checking the tumblr tag for smosh back then and being a little disappointed, that the fandom was fairly inactive, barring a few exceptions <3

And then the reunion happened and it took me like 3 whole days or so to actually realizewhat went down 🙈. Bc I saw the thumbnails for the interview and the 2t1l vids and was just like “Aww, it’s so nice that they are friends again and doing a collab! 😊 (I’ll watch these later tho…)” Little did I know that finally watching them would turn my year around in a way that I could have never seen coming!

Suddenly the Smoshblr community exploded with activity and so so many lovely ppl joined and started sharing their thoughts and feelings about the reunion. And while I wasn’t an OG fan by any stretch, it really felt like there was magic in the air/ on this platform! 😹💕

I’ve been into fandom for more than half of my life by now. But I’ve never really gotten “personally” involved in any active communities. Just someone hovering on the sidelines and simply liking & reblogging stuff from time to time.

But with this community smth just started to click for me and made me to get “more out of my shell” or whatever idioms might apply here. And this allowed me to meet so many awesome people!! 💖 Special shoutout to @wiggog-y-hecox 💜, who was literally my first friend in this community! I still so fondly remember our talks about your cool smosh AU concepts! 🤗💙 And also to @swiftllama 🩵 for discussing so many taylor swift lyrics and ianthony with me (+occasionally good omens too 😹💕) And also @japhan2023! 💚 I know we’ve been chatting on and off since the beginning, but I am also so so happy that this month in particular allowed us to grow even closer!

2. Spommy nation 💜

So we’re moving into the middle/end of summer now on the timeline for this one. I was in the middle of writing my bachelor thesis and really going through it mentally bc of that. Getting deeper and deeper into the Smoshblr community also lead me to check out more smosh fanfics in general. Which is how I discovered the fic the right side of my neck (still smells like you) - jovenshires (imdeansgirl) - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] by our beloved @jovenshires 🩷.

Now I’ve told Katie <3 this story before so I’ll keep it brief here; but basically smth about this fic was incredibly comforting to my overworked brain. And I’ve reread it more times that I’ve ever read a fanfic in my life before that. And I truly think it has forever changed my brain chemistry, and also made me very attached to this ship (aside from the fact, that spommy is genuinely such an amazingly adorable ship with incredible amounts of potential, like!! I don’t wanna downplay that bc of the chemical reactions in my brain around that time 🙈) Some more stuff happened which eventually lead me to become friends with Katie, who is truly one of the ppl I treasure the most in the world at this point 💖

But I also wanted to mention Spommy nation as a whole, bc this subsection of the fandom is filled with so many kind, creative and just generally amazing people!And I also just love all of us freaking out whenever we get new crumbs for this ship lmao 😹💕

Special shoutouts to @soupy-girl 💛, Kit! @hoohoobeanie 🖤, Mer!!! @tommybowefuneralattendee 💜, @ancientvamp 🤍 & Snel @blondeforyou 💙 for being some of spommy’s nations strongest soldiers 🫡 and also absolutely lovely and incredible people in general, who I adore so so much🫶🥰

3. Smoshblr December asks 💛💙

I doubt anyone didn’t see this coming 🙈😹

So, I had been meaning to do smth inspired by the “Shayne guesses” series for a while now (also the fact that the official smosh compilation of those vids dropped this week, near the end of this challenge, is so funny to me for some reason). But I never quite figured out how to do it, since I knew guessing for eachother would be difficult. And if I just started randomly messaging all the blogs I’ve followed with an onslaught of these questions, it might get a bit weird or overwhelming 😅…

⚠️slight too personal ramblings ahead, that I don’t wanna force on anyone without warning⚠️

And then, towards the end of November, I gotta be honest, I was really not doing well, especially mentally. (First masters semester and I was still sorta dealing with the damage I caused to my brain while writing the thesis and barely getting two weeks between defending it and starting the new semester to truly recover from it all) And I knew december would get worse, bc I still hadn’t finished all the Christmas presents for my family, assignments were piling up & I kept on catching way too little sleep.

So all of these stressful thoughts made me think “You know, a lot of other ppl are probably struggling with similar stuff rn, especially during these dark & cold times of the year. So why not try to do smth that might bring some joy or fun into other ppl’s lives?” And that’s how I literally typed up that initial post, two days before December started without having planned it for more than a literal day or so 🙈😹 (I did already have a long list of questions, bc I started doing the top 3 stuff in my friendgroup, but rearranging everything to fit the sorta 3-day cycle I wanted to do, still happened up until last week lmao; tho I always knew that this would be the last question <3)

(end of rambling ⚠️)

And I was genuinely, positively overwhelmed by how many people wanted to join in for this silly little game!🥹 I love and appreciate all of you, whether you stuck around for the whole month, might still be catching up on some of the questions (which, no worries, I know there were a lot 🤗) or just answered a few of them! 🤗💖 And as I am currently fighting the urge to tag every single person who participated in this activity, I cannot help myself but atthe very least tag the ppl that I feel like I have grown closest to/gotten to know a hell of a lot better, over the course of this month (some of which I may have known/followed for a while now, but some I also got to know mainly bc of them joining in on this journey with me in the first place: @ceilidhasworld ❤️, @fantasticduckchaos 🩶, @notthatalex 🖤, @natashasbitxh 🧡, @shaynetopps 💜, @only-frann 💛, @smoshmonker 💚, @smoshidiot 🩷, @craintheodora 🩵, and so so many more of you guys! I just don’t want this entire post to become a taglist or send this to too many ppls notifications 🙈🫶

Note:

I know that I am super behind on interacting with everyone's responses! 🙈 And I promise that I will get to each of them eventually! 🤗 I am just super busy with assignments and exam prep atm. And also get very easily overwhelmed by talking a lot to people, even if it's just online 😅 (I love and appreciate ppl reaching out, asking questions or otherwise trying to have a conversation with me tho! It might just take me a good while to respond in some cases, which I promise has nothing to do with how much I value any of you 🥹🫶💞)

PS: The month might be over, but I do have something special planned in honor of this event and everyone participating in it 👀🫶

💚 Smoshblr December Wrapped 💚

#smoshblr december asks #I'm neither a super emotional or sentimental person irl #or at least not great at getting these thoughts & feelings across in a way that doesn't sound too clinical at times 🙈#so I hope y'all know how much I appreciate every single one of you wonderful ppl in this community 🫶

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anantaru · 1 year

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Hi Yoru! I was wondering if you have any tips on growing your blog? For someone just starting out or in general?

some overall things i think are important:

— figure out what fandoms you want to write for, if you want to be a single fandom only kind of blog (like me) or a multifandom one!

— have a nice theme, make your own rules, your byi, tag system, make sure to have these out of the way first so when someone comes across your blog they can find your rules and know what you‘re comfortable with etc.

— once you got more writings, make sure to have a masterlist for people to go back to!

— tag stuff accordingly, if you write dark content, please tag it, mention it. Mention who your writing is catered to, for example: fem! reader etc. etc. + also filter things that make you uncomfortable so you don‘t get triggered.

— write for yourself and don‘t be discouraged if you aren‘t getting much interaction in the first few months of writing. You can‘t expect to post 2-3 fics and already have a steady influx on asks, for example for me personally, it took me like 1-2 months until i had a steady influx of asks coming my way. I just want to get this out there because sometimes i see writers be discouraged about that (while they’ve been on the app for less than 1 week) but sadly you can‘t expect it to happen so soon. (also i hope this doesn‘t sound like me being as asshole, but it is simply the truth.)

— don‘t look at followers, notes etc. as long as you like a fic you wrote, that‘s enough reason. If you write for validation, you do you! but don’t be surprised if you get burned out afterwards.

— tumblr doesn‘t show your followers anyways so why focus on them + even if they would, it doesn‘t mean anything!

— don‘t be jealous of other writers, this is tumblr, no one‘s better than you and you aren‘t better either! be a nice person. (also if you see a writer you don‘t like, block them and move on, don‘t subpost and be desperate, please don’t be toxic and mean, you don‘t know anyone on here irl, we all have our own dealings, we have feelings, so just be a nice person and nice things will come back to you) + the amount of people coming into my askbox showing me stuff which only made me block them too because it‘s just childish, don‘t be like that, please be nice 💗!!

— this might be a hot take ?? but mutuals are not important, follow who you like, that‘s it. Don‘t expect follows back, you can make connections with people on here without following each other. I know it can be seen quite clique?? i suppose? i personally am not really someone who likes making mutuals because i‘ve sadly had a couple of bad experiences and they have traumatized me greatly so i might come off as shy! 🫶🏻

— with that in mind, block people freely, don‘t feel bad, again you don‘t know them. The moment someone makes you feel irritated, block them! if they complain? that‘s on them, whatever! this is supposed to be your safespace so you curate it how you like!

— last but not reast, "growing your blog" shouldn‘t be something you should prioritize, ever. Again if you‘re only here for followers, okay why not?? but keep in mind you‘re going to get very burned out some day, just saying.

— have fun, seriously, this is supposed to be a nice experience, writing about your favorite characters while sharing your creativeness 💗

— writing has become a very important hobby for me and i‘m very fortunate enough to be able to use it as an additional source of income now in my real life as well, (because tumblr has helped me sharpen my writing skills) you never know what will happen, let yourself move freely and enjoy the process! 🌸

#this got quite long but i get those asks quite often so there you go #hope this helps!! 💗#𖤐 anon'#꒰୨ 𖤐 ୧꒱ answered'

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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Some more Gareth HC’s

Tw/ mention of knives, paper cuts, blood, there’s spicy content in here (NSFW, minors DNI), car accident, stretch marks, bruising, broken bones, struggles with sexuality, AIDS, Catholicism.

- like can we discuss this man’s thighs. Because….yummy. I don’t know how I’d be able to concentrate if he was wearing shorts at any point in this show. I have this picture in my mind of Gareth being forced to wear those 70s/80s aggressively short shorts out once and like, it causing a car accident because all anyone can see is the hams on this man lmao. I just know his lap is so comfy and perfect.

- ALSO, the tummy. His little pudge drove me over the edge because it’s SO FREAKING CUTE. Like imagine how warm and comfortable this man is to cuddle with. Bonus points - he probably has stretch marks that are so pretty. He’s insecure about it but they’re just like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, little opal lightning strikes up his torso <3 I know people tend to crap on stretch marks but I honestly think they’re so gorgeous - they’re so personal and they’re such a meaningful sign of growth and change and I just love ‘‘em so much.

- His hair. Just take a moment with me to picture in your mind how it would feel to run your hands through it. It probably smells like shampoo most days but after shows he smells like smoke and mint and sweat and his curls get all wet and cling to his face. Watching how it swings in rhythm when he’s playing the drums, waiting for him to flip it when he’s really feeling the music. Putting it into little pigtails and one of those fuzzy headbands so you can have a spa night with masks and all.

- Gareth strikes me as the kind of individual that’s always bruised or cut somewhere because he just attacks life at full speed. Screw knives, he rips open packages with his bare hands and suddenly has cardboard cuts. He falls while moving something and has a scraped knee. Gets bloody noses every summer and without fail gets a sinus cold every year on Jan 2nd. Once he broke his thumb and called you crying afterwards, he made you swear to never tell anyone.

- I need his ears to be pierced. I .NEED. HIS. EARS. TO. BE. PIERCED.

- Welcome to my Ted talk: Gareth’s necklace and Gwydions chains. Tell me what medieval sorcery is in that silver little chain just bouncing on his chest. I’m jealous of silver. I want that chain to smack me in the face while we’re in missionary. Anyways.

- HIS HANDS. Like you know when dudes have those slender but also muscular hands? Like the ones that have super nimble fingers and really good hand strength? Yeah. Also his nails look shockingly clean and I like to imagine him with one of those little nail scrubbers when he washes his hands. Adorable.

- DIMPLES.

- Films I think modern Gareth would love: treasure planet, coraline , the Batman movies (Christian bale and Robert Pattinson ones), the 1996 Romeo’ and Juliet, Paul blart: mall cop, goosebumps, American ultra, moonrise kingdom, the hunger games, what we do in the shadows, smallville, sharknado, big hero six, love Rosie, midnight in Paris, paddington, fleabag, marvel movies, into the spider verse, metal lords, peaky blinders lol.

- As much as I love sub Gareth, I feel like he’s a hardcore Dom or at the minimum a strong switch. Something about him radiates “I like telling people what to do” but in a soft way? Like irl he’s pretty chill, sets decent boundaries, likes to adventure and let loose. In bed though - 👀 he’s just a huge service top who loves putting you in your place. 99% of the time he’s just teasing you or pushing you till you can’t go anymore because it makes him feel so good to watch you melt.

- That being said he’s def a cuddles guy. Likes being babied when he’s sick, likes holding your hand all the time. Always has to be touching you somewhere or sneaking little kisses. It gets worse if you ever get pregnant because he’s a family guy so he won’t let you do anything alone “just in case”.

- I can see him being a teacher of some kind, maybe a music teacher? Like he’s gotta be excellent with kids, especially the stubborn ones. I can also see him being a History nut, so maybe a history teacher. Really smart he’s just not a huge school person and has some rough mental health days so he does okay but not top of the class.

- I just feel like he starts painting his nails in college sometimes just for the hell of it. Doesn’t stop, so he walks into work one day and his students are like, hey what’s on your nails? He’s just like, my wife is great at painting nails and she got new polish - and he just shows his hand and his nails are all glittery and green <3

- When he’s a dad he absolutely gets tattoos with the specific intent of letting his kids color them in. You’re just chilling and you see the two of them at the dining room table. Your little kiddo goes, “look! I fixed daddy’s tattoo!” And it’s just marker scribbles everywhere but Gareth shows everyone anyway.

- This is ridiculously specific but I think Gareths first kiss was actually with a boy. It was a dare in elementary school and he didn’t know how to process it. He started questioning real young and his family is a lot of things but not homophobic so he just tries to figure it out. As times change and people get more open, Gareth gets more comfortable with talking about it because he was bullied for so long. I’m general he seems like the kind of person who just doesn’t feel like labels are needed, he just likes who he likes and it happens to be everyone lol. Would absolutely go to pride with you if you asked, and constantly goes out of his way to make sure people know he’s a safe place if they ever need it.

- This is super depressing but I think about how with the time period, the gang probably will lose someone to AIDS. It’s super personal. I can see robin volunteering at the hospital to sit and talk with people, and Steve too. Will and Joyce donate quilts and Jonathan takes free portraits for couples so they have pictures together. Gareth volunteers no doubt, and will probably lose several close friends because the way the metal community and queer community are tied together. Freddie Mercury’s death def hits him really hard. I can’t emphasize enough that this is so serious, and as someone in the queer community I can only imagine how it would feel being queer in the 80s. Much love and peace to our fallen family, we remember you <3

- On a happier note, I feel like Gareth is someone who loves drag shows lmao. He would absolutely punch a Terf in the face and I stand by that.

- I think Gareth likes Nu Metal okay, I know that’s probably controversial but let me have it lmao

- He also loves thrash metal

- Modern Gareth is a parks and rec person over the office

- He loves those rainbow tootsie roll things

- Man’s fucking LOVES pirates. Like LOVES them.

- I’d bet so much money that his family is Irish catholic but he’s not practicing

- College Gareth owns a buttwiser shirt. I can picture it so clearly and I both hate it and love it.

#gareth emerson #gareth the great #stranger things #gwydion lashlee walton

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Long but relatively unserious vent/rant below the cut (sorry I added this in bc I realized how long this post is oops)

Being at the center of some kind of internet witchhunt (which ik is kind of buzzwordy but) is literally my biggest fear ohhh my god. Even a small scale one… I think I would Die. Maybe it’s because I had a similar thing happen with my friend group in high school where one of them convinced the others I was like evil and spread all these rumors about me… 😭 He was splitting on me but still. That’s an explanation, not an excuse. And it basically confirmed all of my intrusive thoughts about myself, and my personality completely self-destructed and changed, and I haven’t interacted with any of those people the same way since. I isolated from them for MONTHS and just loathed myself. Bleh

The reason it’s on my mind is bc I’ve seen this happen to friends and mutuals and even just people I’ve followed in small fandoms, where the whole fandom hates them bc of this little drama and like. I KNOW that fandom drama is not the end of the world, but truly I think that would destroy me for months. And I would never be able to set foot in those spaces again :’) Getting a handful of rude comments about a fucking transfem hc I had at like 14 made me stop writing fanfic for YEARS 😭😭😭 sigh. Just bc they said it was ‘out of character for him to want to be a girl’ 🙄 (<- character who canonically felt confident when dressed as a woman btw. initially for a disguise but then she grew to love it. BUT I DIGRESS KNSHFJW)

All this to say I think that’s why I tiptoe around everything I say online… I am SO scared of ruffling feathers, but I know that fandoms are places for like! Having fun! And it’s not a big deal! And it doesn’t affect my real life! But like idk.. I just hate the idea of being hated by anyone. I’m sure that I ANNOY some people, and that’s whatever; I talk a lot and make overly personal posts sometimes (like this lol) but I don’t wanna be HATED yk? And idek if it’s better to be hated and ostracized publicly or resented in secret by people who still interact with you… :( Agh. If you ever have an issue with me, please DM me instead of letting it build up into something worse!

ANYWAY LIKE.. with fandom stuff. Idk. I want to have fun! I want to write and post things on Tumblr and AO3 etc but I am just very scared of peoples’ opinions, especially now that I have a decently popular/well-liked longfic in DnDads. For some reason I have convinced myself that writing bad or self-indulgent NSFW will make everyone hate me lmao. Like girl the POINT of fanfic is to be self-indulgent……….. sigh I need to get out more

^ light-hearted… but also kinda true haha. I stay at home a lot just bc I don’t have many reasons to go out atm and only a handful of close friends to go out with. Hopefully that will change when I move next semester lol. And whenever I get interests, they’re VERY strong and long-lasting, and fanfic writing is one of my main hobbies, so I get REALLY into online communities. And rn that is kind of my little niche fandom Tumblr bubble… which is embarrassing and probably unhealthy but whatever. I just inevitably get a lot of anxiety about things that are important/fun to me (bc OCD), especially bc I’ve never really had mutuals/‘friends’ in a fandom before this, excluding my irls

Anyway this got longer and more vent-y than I intended so I will tag accordingly, and sorry to whoever is reading this lol; I just wanted to get my thoughts written down in a public forum bc idk… Makes me feel less insane when ik other people can see it, too. Helps me not take it too seriously and spiral lol.

#vent #cw vent #rant #delete later #<- like tomorrow morning I’m shre #usually I delete stuff like this immediately but I’ll try to keep it up #was talking to my mom earlier about OCD and intrusive thoughts and whatnot….#she definitely has it too. like undoubtedly #her intrusive thoughts and compulsions sounded exactly like mine #which sucks for me bc my dad ALSO definitely has OCD (in a more outwardly recognizable way) so! wahoo! double whammy #just feeling kinda defeated about mental health stuff #I feel like it’s never gonna get better #I need to go to therapy or a psychiatrist or SOMETHING #it’s been like 4 years now since I was originally supposed to go lol #and I keep putting it off out of fear (I think)#my friends (irls) have all been getting diagnoses and prescriptions lately #which is exciting for them but :( idk. I feel like there’s no way to medicate whatever I’ve got going on except SSRIs????#and I don’t really want that #mostly though I’m just scared of going back to therapy or to a psychiatrist bc I think they’ll think I’m lying or crazy or whatever #which sounds stupid when I write it out but idk #I should probably keep a journal but when I’m only writing for my own eyes I just kinda wallow in it and write concerning poetry lol #I like journaling in a way other people can see (even if y’all DON’T like seeing it lmaoooo) bc it makes it feel more real?#and out of my head.. concrete etc.#wackyposting #<- seriously need to change that tag still lol

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cuppa-ale · 1 year

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long post ahead, not about anyone I follow or who follows me.

I don't know if who needs to read this ever will. I don't know if it will do anything, or if it even matters. But it matters to me. I continue to feel so deeply frustrated by everything I've seen, and I still do not understand... why.

For starters: wanna know why I didn't just block y'all and move on when I called myself "proship" and said that people shouldn't be doxxed/harassed/belittled etc over fiction? Because we had known each other for so long, and I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to let it be your decision, your choice. I even debated talking to you about it, but I don't know if that would have made a difference.

Above all else, I could not stand the uncertainty. The uncertainty killed me, and I didn't want to live that way. I needed an answer. I guess I got it. If my thought process was wrong, if the way I went about it was wrong, then so be it. I can accept that.

But there's still so much I don't understand. Like.... why on Earth did some of y'all think it was okay to put someone's private and clearly labeled NSFW/18+ account(s) on blast, when you claimed to be "protecting" people from that content?

If you're protecting people, especially minors, from seeing this supposedly "harmful" content, why on Earth would you give people a DIRECT LINK to it in the form of a "callout"?? When they otherwise would never have seen it?

Why was it more important to express your disgust and your discomfort, instead of actually respecting someone else's boundaries between their sfw and nsfw spaces? Why would you repost stuff, even censored, that you literally compared to irl abuse material, and to your following that apparently includes minors?

Is it just because the targets you picked out were "acceptable" targets? Because you thought they were gross or weird or whatever, you had free reign to use them as a punching bag and nobody would stand up to you, or up for them?

Why did some of y'all lazily drop the username of someone who you thought was a "freak" and give a direct line to them, as if that wouldn't lead to them being harassed or isolated, and... over what? Fan fiction??

Why is your definition of "consequences" someone's life being ruined over fan art that you thought was "gross", and how do you not realize how horrifying that is? What about the consequences for stalking and harassing someone, for sending death threats, will you ever face consequences for that? What about those consequences?

Just... what was the point? What was the goal? Was it worth it?

Was it funny to you? Because it's not funny to me. Like at all.

It is so deeply frustrating to me. And I know it extends even beyond this. All of this was a symptom of a larger phenomenon that continues to happen.

I'll never forget seeing "callouts" where people apparently felt it necessary to list all the petty things they disliked about someone, down to what band they liked, as another "indictment" against them. Like... what in the actual fuck does that have to do with what the person actually did? What in the hell kind of nighest nothing bullshit is that? And what are you saying about innocent folk who also like that band or whatever, what message does that send to them?

Or the times where I saw people be like, "I never liked their work anyway" or "I always knew they were weird." Like.... okay? Good for you? It's not somehow an indictment against you even if you DID like them. What kind of performative bullshit. I still don't get it, but it was so fucking awful to be there to see some of this stuff.

What it does to you, the complexes it gives you, the paranoia and fear of being that "problematic" person that all your friends ridicule. Not to mention who decides what's "problematic'" and worthy of a "callout" in the first place. It became less "this person is dangerous / harmed someone" and more "this person drew / wrote something I don't like in their own space, so I'm going to make it everyone else's problem because nobody else can read." Or, if they did both, the "bad art" would somehow take precedent over the actual human being they harmed???

I resent growing up here because of all that. So much unnecessary anxiety and guilt and self doubt. Nobody should have to live that way. Nobody deserves that.

What's doubly frustrating to me, and confusing, is how you could easily take some of the stuff I've drawn and used it in any of those callouts. How come no one ever took issue when I did it? Was it because I was your friend? That's somehow worse. Was it because I didn't "rock the boat" so to speak? Because I kept to myself?

But all that instilled in me a sense that I could also be on the chopping block at any moment, before even knowing the full extent of what was going on. And in a way? A lot of the stuff I drew was almost like a rebellion to that. I can't quite explain it, but it was like.... a plead? A call for understanding? Because I really just drew stuff that spoke to me, that makes me feel something. But I knew that others could find it "problematic" if they tried hard enough.

Maybe that call wasn't heard. I'm fine with that. I still think my art is like that in some ways. A plead, a rebellion, a call for understanding that human beings and the art we create is so much more complex than the black-and-white veneer of purity bashing thought police would lead you to believe. It's okay for it to be ugly, dirty, gritty, uncomfortable, messy, complicated, because the human experience is all of those things and more!

Maybe that's even pretentious, but I don't care. I've already had my time worrying about that, and quite frankly I think that's a boring way to think!

I don't know if posting this will matter. If it will change anything, if it will be ignored. All I know is that it's important to me.

I don't really expect to get any answers. I don't want anything from anyone. I just think that, if nothing else, that someone needs to acknowledge this. That these things happened. That I'm not crazy, and the people who were subjected to this are not crazy.

I don't want to pretend that these things didn't happen, just because most people don't know about it. The effects are still felt by people today. They are felt by me, and all the people that were targeted back then, and even continue to be. If I'm wrong, please correct. Show me where my error lies. It just makes me feel so sick, knowing what happened and how the stalkers, the abusers, the outright bullies will probably never face consequences. If I am wrong, I would love to be.

At the end of the day, you get to log off and move on with your life. Good for you. The rest of us can't do that.

#long post #d/on't re/blog//#Xandri Speaks #I don't even want to use the discourse label for myself but that's. besides the point

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e1ectrostatic · 9 months

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30 Day Fictionkind Challenge Day 12

Q: Have you ever met canonmates? In real life or online? How did it go?

A: If I’m not misreading the question, no. Not in real life or online, and I doubt I ever will.

I’m not super sure if "canonmates” in this question just means sourcemates (fictionkin of characters from the same source/media, shared experiences may vary) or if it straight up means canonmates (fictionkin from not only the same source, but also the exact same “universe” or “canon” you lived through, however you prefer to spin it). Since the Q&A doesn’t seem to have a regular old sourcemate question, I’ll just answer for both right here because I love rambling ^_^

Going off of the literal meaning (and most likely what the question actually means), no. Imo, the possibility is highly unlikely. What are the odds of me ever encountering someone that lived in the exact same Manor that I did? That’s such a hyper-specific instance in time, and the life I’m living here on this Earth right now is an equally hyper-specific instance in time. I mean, I don’t doubt all possibility of it, but chances are less than one in a billion, I’d say. I don’t know where all the people and entities I used to know are now, but I can only assume they’ve either ended up elsewhere in the vast sea of universes or have moved on from existence entirely. Maybe it’d be for the best that I never meet a canonmate. I wouldn’t consider myself exactly well-liked back then, and even if it was someone I did get along with, who knows how we’d get along now? Maybe it would be better if my canonmates remained at peace with their memories of me rather than risk getting disappointed by or clashing with my current iteration. But hey, maybe I’ll get proven wrong one day. If not in this life, in another one.

Going off of just sourcemates though, well...this is embarrassing, but it’s still largely no. I’ve see a few here and there, but have never actually had a conversation with one. Honestly, it’s rare for me to encounter a sourcemate, especially on Tumblr, and due to being more reserved, I tend to not reach out. I’ve seen a little more sourcemates on Twitter, but the culture over there honestly doesn’t do it for me. Not to mention the general misinformation and shift in terminology that has been damaging the fictionkin community over the past while, which has made it hard for me to determine whether someone is actually kin in the same way that I am, or if they would think I’m “too serious”.

The one exception I can think of is my boyfriend, who I currently share two sources with. In regards to one of those sources, we actually both remember having been in an established relationship with each other’s kintypes in our respective canons. We met irl a long time ago and our experiences as fictionkin are intertwined with each other in some respects because we spend so much time together. It’s been a treat to experience this journey together with them, both on and offline.

Still, I’m never without hope that I’ll get to properly meet new sourcemates someday.

(If anyone who shares my source happens to see this, hi I’m Luca B., I’d love to chat. Don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or DM :].)

#kin stuff #30 day fictionkind challenge #txt #fictionkin #ignore how this is a challenge from april pls. i do what i want when i want #also i actually have a ramble in my drafts regarding my feelings about kff terminology #and how its affected my experience trying to navigate the fictionkin community #mayhaps i will post it sometime. maybe tweak it a bit too #its been in there for months

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steviescrystals · 2 months

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stream of consciousness rant bc i’ve been having one of the worst weeks of my life <3 feel free to ignore if you don’t care i just need to get my thoughts out

for context if you haven’t seen my other sad rambling posts recently, i got laid off from a job i loved this week and was given zero explanation as to why (and was specifically told i did nothing wrong). word of advice from someone who gets attached to things very easily: please don’t ever make a job your entire life, especially if you are young like me and you don’t plan on turning it into a long-term career. i made the mistake of letting a huge part of my identity and self-worth get tied up in this job, and now that i’ve lost it, i’m pretty much spiraling. onto the rant!

the cool thing about something bad happening when you have a paranoid personality is that on top of all the typical feelings this bad thing would cause for a normal person, it also just reinforces your paranoia. like, just when you think you’re becoming more self-aware and getting better at realizing when your fears are irrational, this bad thing you’ve been worrying about actually happens, and it fucks you up. because there you were thinking “i’m scared this is going to happen, but logically i know i have no reason to think that, it’s just my brain telling me to freak out when i don’t have to” and then it turns out you were right to be scared. and every fucking time (for me, at least) it leads you down this path of “well i was right about this thing, so clearly my fears ARE justified and these things i’m always freaking out about ARE likely to happen” and the stress and anxiety just gets so much worse. i spent so much time telling myself i was being irrational and had nothing to worry about (and everyone around me told me the same thing) and yet it happened anyway. i have a friend who once told me i spend too much time overthinking and dwelling on the negatives, and consequently i manifest bad things happening to me / manifest myself being miserable (side note: maybe not a constructive thing to say to someone with depression and anxiety, i know she meant well but this did very much hurt my feelings at the time). so now i feel like i’m just questioning everything so much and wondering if i somehow brought this on myself simply because i spent so much time worrying about it. but at the same time, how am i supposed to stop that when it was never intentional in the first place? everyone’s always saying you have to change your mindset, but i don’t know how to control these thoughts. i thought i was doing all i could by telling myself when these thoughts came up that i wasn’t thinking logically, but clearly it wasn’t enough because the thoughts kept coming and the bad thing happened and now i don’t know what to do or how to move forward. i feel like i’m second-guessing everything in my life and my already not-great mental state has taken a massive hit in the space of two days. i don’t really know what point i’m trying to get across here or if anyone will even read this, but i’ve just felt like i’m drowning in my thoughts and i don’t want to put all of this on anyone i know irl, but i had to get it out of my brain. if you did read this far and you related to this mess of a post in any way or have any advice, please let me know. i’d really just like to not feel so alone in this right now :)

#said this at the beginning but i’ll say it again: DO NOT let your job become your identity #i know on some level it was just a job and i was never planning to stay there forever #but at the moment this is absolutely devastating and i feel like my life is ruined #bc i put way too much of myself into a company that turned out to not appreciate or care about me at all #please learn from me bc i would not wish this feeling on anyone #vent #lj.txt

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 11 months

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306 of 2023

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?”

I, say “gezondheid“, like everyone here.

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move?

No. In my case, aesthetic attraction is very common, but never followed by sexual attraction. I don’t hit on unfamiliar people.

How many times have you been to Wal-Mart/K-Mart in the past week?

These shops don’t even exist in my country.

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future?

Coming back to work and visiting my family again.

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk to Remember? Cliche’ or worth watching?

I haven’t and I’m not interested.

Do you ever put condoms in old people’s buggies at the store?

No, but now I feel like doing it.

Name one reason you go to a pharmacy regularly for?

Picking up my meds I’m doomed to for the rest of my life lol.

What radio station could you not resist turning it to in the vehicle?

We don’t listen to the radio in our car. Spotify exists for something.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement?

A terraced house. We share the walls with our neighbours.

Do you wear sweaters in the Winter or hoodies, more often?

I don’t wear sweters, ever. I’m a hoodie guy all over.

Are you kind of a loner? Do you like being alone?

Yes, but I feel better having companion of trusted people.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers?

I don’t understand this question.

Is there an animal in the room with you right now? What kind?

Yeah, both cats.

Did you or do you still have a Furby? Was/is it annoying?

Never had it in my life. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.

What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in?

Can’t think of any. I go everywhere just out of curiosity.

Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouse’s names?

No, she’s not.

Do you hate nosy people who ask too many personal questions?

Yeah, IRL.

Name one lyric from the song you’re listening to/the last one you listened?

It’s an instrumental track.

Do you have a fax machine? Do you ever use it anyways?

I don’t, but these are cool and I wish I had one.

Does your kitchen table have placemats? If so, what colors are on them?

We own some, but we don’t use them.

Do you know how to sew? What’s your favorite thing to sew?

I know how to repair clothes, and that’s about it.

Have you ever owned a turtle? Did it ever bite you when you owned it?

Never had a turtle.

Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like?

No, his friends are okay.

Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to?

My husband lol.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it?

No, but I have GIMP and I much prefer it over Photoshop. I use it almost every day.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now?

Light beige.

Has your school ever had a lockdown? If so, for what reason exactly?

Can’t remember, but my work had twice, for gas leak.

Do you enjoy it when your school has drills? (ex/fire or tornado drill?)

I’m not in school.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of?

I’m 33, ffs. I can legally watch porn.

Do you have any siblings who still believe in Santa, and are over age ten?

Santa lives in Finland, fuck off.

What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought?

White.

Do people call you a big mouth sometimes? Or more than sometimes?

Yeah, they do. I always have something to say.

Has anyone ever stolen your survey questions before, if you make surveys?

I don’t make surveys.

Leggings with denim shorts; yes or no?:

I don’t care, wear the f you want. I wouldn’t anyway.

Do you like to burn candles?:

Yeah, there’s something so oddly satisfying about it.

Are Yankee Candles really all that?:

I’ve never heard of it.

Do you think any bands/artists are trashy?:

I don’t care, really.

What makes you tick when taking surveys?

Original questions.

Have you ever started typing something and then someone spoke and you ended up typing what they said?

Lol no. I stop typing once someone speaks.

What type of white-out do you use: bottled liquid, tape or pen?

Tape because it doesn’t stink.

What would you put on your perfect sub?

My what?

Do you have anything that’s limited edition?

Yeah, some music albums.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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hmsannlett · 2 years

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Hi, there! How are you? Anon, here! Ah, what you shared about highlighting the content in your WIP made me chuckle, because I feel less alone in this process!🤍 TBC

Also, your advice about switching the scene's POV is another coincidence! Before I read your reply, I was/am working on a long scene which is very research-heavy (the setting is unfamiliar to me!) but over the past months I've been fortunate to find primary source documents which slowly filled in the details. I was writing the scene from one character's POV (spoiler: it's not Anna or Edmund!) TBC...

I first learned from a YouTube video that I could split the one scene into two chapters/POVs I was relieved to say the least, and what I had already written worked so much better! I'm not finished with that particular scene, but switching snippets of dialogue from one POV to the other really helped! Reading your reply was a burst of Annlett telepathy joy! 🤍 TBC...

I also have a few questions for you, if you don't mind sharing your thoughts! Have you ever participated in a writer's critique group? If yes, what did you find helpful and/or unhelpful? If no, how do you get feedback about your work? I remember you mentioning beta readers as an option. This goes without saying, but I eagerly look forward to Edmund's perspective in chapter six! I hope you're doing well! 🤗🤍

Hi! I’m good and hope you are too. ❤︎ I’m glad sharing that helped!

Yes, changing POVs can make all the difference in getting a scene to work/flow! I’ve certainly shifted scenes around in AEWTTS from one chapter to another after finding that changing POVS worked best for the scene, which meant the scene had to be moved to the next chapter. That’s great that it’s working for you, too!

I haven’t participated in any writing critique groups/workshops. I don’t write enough original fiction IRL (next to none, and what I do write I’m not looking to pitch to anyone) to really merit joining a creative writing group/workshop, and I personally wouldn’t be comfortable sharing fanfic in such a group, so I’ve never made an effort to join one/look into them in detail. However, I’ve heard from multiple IRL writing friends that groups/workshops have really benefited their writing, especially in helping them feel more comfortable putting their writing in front of others and opening themselves up to critique before pitching their writing.

I actually don’t have anyone review my fics before posting. I’ve never had a beta reader review any of my fics. From what I’ve seen, most people’s beta readers are fandom friends who also write fanfic, or else writers find them by advertising on Tumblr/other social media that they’re looking for/wanting to be a beta reader. I’ve never tried to find a beta reader, since it usually involves reviewing each other’s work, and I unfortunately just don’t have the time to edit someone else’s fic as well as write my own.

You could also have IRL friends or family members review your writing, but I think most people (myself included!) aren’t very keen on telling people they know IRL that they write fanfic, since it has a bit of a stigma (although times are changing!).

At the end of the day, fanfic is a hobby for me, so I’m not too worried about having someone review my writing until it’s perfect. It’s not something I’m presenting professionally or pitching to a publication/publishing house; it’s just something I do for fun. When I read fanfic, I always assume that unless stated otherwise, the fic probably hasn’t been beta read, so I tend to turn a blind eye to the odd typo, missing word, change in tense, etc. because I know it’s hard to catch everything when you’re the only person reviewing your writing—and I think most readers (especially those who are fanfic writers themselves) are relatively forgiving about things like that.

I do try to leave at least a few days between writing and editing, if possible, in order to let my writing cool and come back with fresh eyes, so I can more easily spot issues in structure, pacing, characterization, etc. And (I think I’ve mentioned this before) I always do multiple rounds of editing and look for different issues each round. I also usually edit my writing in a different font than what I’ve written in, which helps me spot typos and missing words more easily.

That said, those are just my personal thoughts. There is, of course, nothing wrong if you want another pair of eyes to look at your writing! There’s a reason why beta readers are popular. It all comes down to what you personally are comfortable with and your goals for your writing. ❤︎ I hope that helps!

Chapter 6 likely won’t be posted until mid- or late July because I’m planning on spending the next couple weeks creating things for a couple different fandom events I’m participating in on my other blogs (and I’m finishing up working on edits for Turn Week, which is happening next week). So it’ll be just a little longer!

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