happy 1 year of r&r :)
i know it's a lil cringe to like. celebrate the birthday of a series on ao3 but r&r is literally my child. my baby. i birthed this series. and you all signed up for this when u started reading my fics thank u
soooooooo thank u guys for all the support i've received over r&r i know it's hard to stay a consistent reader when my posting schedule is entirely non existent but i am so grateful for everyone who's stuck around this long and been with me for this journey (calling it a journey because a year ago i did not have any sort of overarching plot in mind and now we're 17? 18? fics deep and so many things have happened and i'm usually just as surprised as my readers) it's rlly u guys that have kept me going this long
ANYWAY. i rewrote this like 500 times cause i hate being like. overly sappy on this account because it's way funnier to act like a celebrity with a huge ego, but real talk i am so proud of everything i've done w this series & what it's become in the past year
i've been posting my writing online since i was like 10, so we're going on almost 9 years now and i don't think i've ever ever ever received as much support for something as i have for r&r and something about that is soooo special to me??? idk it's just so nice to see a completely self indulgent series become so loved by others, especially since the only other fics i had up before gmm&m were a little more on the "i'm gonna write what seems popular right now" side???
like shoutout to everyone who was here before/around when i started the series because my account was so empty like. 2 fics and one gets updated every 6 months. r&r pulled me out of the trench i fear. it also cured me of my very horrible disease that makes me delete all my fics after 9 months and then completely disappear from a fandom so everyone say thank you r&r
but yeah idk where i'm going with this i'm very grateful for r&r and all the friends i've made and people i've met through it because i was very lonely before i rejoined tumblr and r&r was like. 90% of the reason i made my account
AND SPEAKING OF FRIENDS. thank u to
@spidergrotto & @sapoteylx for being the first ppl i met on here to openly talk about and support r&r which i thought was so so cool even if you guys have become my haters in the past few months i've known you :/ thank u r&r nation u keep me humble and miserable (and i am very thankful for our friendship i think some aspects of r&r would be very different if we'd never met)
& ao3 user classactical because you've been here since like. a month or two into the series i think and i always always always look forward to your comments because i feel like if you comment, i did a good job on the fic LOL thank u for sticking around for so long, even if ao3 has been actively working against you for a whiiiiile
there's a lot more i want to say and a lot of people i want to mention but that would take a very long time and i always feel weird tagging a lot of people in posts so just know if u read r&r we are kissing rn. or high fiving idk whatever floats ur boat i guess
but yeah anyway tl:dr happy birthday r&r i'm very proud of this series & very thankful for everyone who has read any part of it ever u guys are so cool and hot and have amazing taste and i'm taking your kudos and bookmarks etc. as you swearing your allegiance to me and promising me your undying support no matter what (legally binding btw) thank u guys
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Louis Birthday Tag Game 🎉
thank you @faithinlouisfuture for tagging me 😽😽😽🫶🏼 mwuah!
when did you become a louie?
i don't exactly know when bc i remember for the longest time denying to stan louis (or anyone for that matter) 😭 but late feb (completely missed the defenceless project bc i didn't have twitter then lol) to april of 2021 i think... february being like, oh this guy from one direction is neat i really like his music and april being, wow i have fallen in hell in love with louis tomlinson he is the only man ever
your earliest fandom memory?
WELL, on tumblr, i remember long hair louis with a guitar walking through an airport trended. immediately after he posted the rockstar pic (april 10) of him on instagram 🙏🏽 AND THEN, as a twitter user... this is so cursed but #iheartawards #louies #bestfanarmy 2021 😭 i think i once told myself i'd only keep up with louis on tumblr but not on twitter,, but because i already made a twitter account in april (solely for voting), it just stuck and thus, after iheart voting ended, my stan twitter account was born lol
your favourite song (one off walls, one off fitf)?
i tend to pick two favorites so for walls it's fearless and only the brave and for fitf, all this time and lucky again
your favourite music video?
walls <3 and miss you when im feeling silly hehe
favourite gig?
ltwt manila 2022 😔😔😔😔😔😔🫶🏼 it meant the world to me 😭 louis was so happy and the crowd energy was so good. i don't know if anyone went live for my show but believe me when i say it was loudddd sksks louis was chatty and smiley and interactive and of course so so pretty. vocals were on point i could actually cry recalling the memories of him singing but Ugh it was 😔🫶🏼 those couple of hours were one of the best times of my life for real not even joking
favourite louis hair?
i love when louis' hair is on the longer side, live from london, walls hair or fitf but a bit longer, actual long hair louis Unstyled (now imagine how he'd look if it were styled), afhf hair of course like his hair in the documentary with him sitting and talking wearing his favorite black sabbath shirt And his hair wearing the iconic first ever 28op shirt. basically! long hair OR fluffy and messy <3
favourite louis interview?
the zach sang interviews and his interviews with olivia jones for total access
suit louis or tank top louis?
tank top 😋 but only by a tiny bit difference, he looks good in both!
favourite louis tattoo?
28! and the rogue + spiderweb is sick like the placement is v cool i think... tiny smiley on his thigh and duh the x smiley face too on his arm
favourite louis bodypart? (c'mon we all have one!)
big heart big brain big ass, the holy trinity. and actually also his hands,, and waist.... and. thighs yum...... and. ok im stopping here
thanks again for tagging me <3
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Marks, or Dots, or Spots
Very small OC drabble!! This takes place in a first contact AU, though that’s not terribly important to the drabble. Amelia is human, T’Mira is vulcan, and I’m so normal about them.
cw for vague mention of drug use
Objectively, T’Mira was beautiful. Amelia couldn’t help noticing it— she looked like one of those runway models, someone you would see on an old magazine. All harsh lines and subtle grace, not a single hair on her head out of place.
Two small moles lined T’Mira’s face; one near her left eye, the other by the right side of her mouth. Laid haphazardly on her own bed, Amelia honed in on those marks, study material long abandoned on the floor.
T’Mira must’ve noticed the staring by now, but kept her focus firmly on her tablet. In tune with the changing of a new song, Amelia ever-so slowly reached a hand out. She watched, intent, for even a minute sign that the other girl would turn away. When T’Mira didn’t even flinch, the tip of a tapered ear only giving a small swivel, Amelia pressed the tip of her finger to the mole under T’Mira’s eye. Her skin was cold, colder than expected.
T’Mira startled for only a moment, blinking rapidly before staring at Amelia from the side of her eyes. She only raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
“You know what we call these on earth?” T’Mira blinked, again, brows almost creasing. Amelia let a wide smile spread across her face. She loved it when T’Mira brow got that cute little crease. “Beauty marks.”
That time, T’Mira really startled, the tips of her ears flushing an almost green. She turned to Amelia fully, not once disturbing the hand. “I. I do not see the use in calling them anything but what they are— moles. They do not inherently make one more or less aesthetically-“
“My grandma used to call em’ ‘kisses from god’. I’ve heard people say they’re where you were kissed most in your past life.”
“I believe not in reincarnation, nor in a higher power.” Despite the clipped tone, T’Mira made no move to remove her hand. Humming, Amelia trailed the digit down T’Mira face, slowly creeping to the mark near the vulcan’s lip.
It was only then, with the skip of her red heart, that Amelia realized she had yet to tell T’Mira how humans kiss.
“Neither do I.” Her tone was nonchalant, casual, as she dared to inch her finger a bit higher. Just under the corner of T’Mira’s lip, a whisper away from truly touching. Those eyes, those dark, black eyes, stared into Amelia, seeming almost hazy around the edges. Amelia could only smile. “Doesn’t make em’ any less cute.”
T’Mira really did turn her head after that, busying herself with reading whatever the Vuhlkansu on her tablet said. Amelia let her hand fall with the motion, and yet, she truly didn’t mind. In the moment, she was far more entertained with watching T’Mira’s ear flick once, twice, thrice. She was blushing, still.
Giving up on trying to steal T’Mira’s attention for what must’ve been the 5th time that hour, Amelia flopped back on the bed. With an obnoxious stretch, she grunted, then sighed, almost peevish from boredom. The Vulcans didn’t have much for entertainment, at least, not much that Amelia could yet understand. The shoddy translator worked well enough, sure, but she couldn’t read or write Vuhlkansu for shit. She didn’t see the point of watching Vulcan media without T’Mira there to explain the context, and Amelia was hardly going to force her from whatever book she was reading. Kal-toh evaded her still, to the point Amelia had nearly given up trying. The various forms and genres of Vulcan music she’d been exposed to were balms, yes, endlessly fascinating, and she was immensely grateful for them— but, fuck— Amelia needed something to do.
Not to mention, alongside all that, her cart was far past saving. Amelia flung an arm over her eyes, almost starfished on the bed, and accepted her fate of doing absolutely nothing for the next few hours. Maybe she’d get a nap in.
“Your-“ Amelia perked up at that, T’Mira’s voice breaking past the hum of whichever Vulcan folk song was playing. “Your spots.”
“My ‘spots’? You mean my freckles?” Amelia sounded fond, terribly fond. Teasing, too, but that was to be expected from her.
“‘Freckles’… yes, your freckles. They are, well, they are quite,” Amelia didn’t move her eyes from the back of T’Mira’s head, from that elaborate, braided up-do. Gems that looked like pearls were spaced intermittently throughout T’Mira’s straight, black locks, twirled within big and small braids alike. There was an itch in Amelia’s fingers. Did Vulcan hair feel the same as a Human’s? “Quite-“
T’Mira’s shoulders were ramrod, as tense and awkward as the girl’s posture. As if she slouched for even a moment, her spine would simply snap. In some ways, T’Mira’s anxious nature is what drew Amelia to her. It certainly made her more approachable, compared to the dead-eyed stares she got from a good portion of her alien hosts. “Quite aesthetically-”
God, Amelia had gone off in her own head again, hadn’t she? Christ, what had they been talking about again? Freckles, right? T’Mira was talking about human spots, and moles, and aesthetics, which, really, could only go one way-
“Aesthetically pleasing.”
Huh. Amelia hadn’t been expected that.
“Oh, really, you’re too sweet.” T’Mira opened her mouth to combat that, obviously about to make a comment about carbohydrates and how she had no similarities with them, but Amelia placed a hand on her back to stop her. Cold, even through the clothes. “They’re fine, I guess, but thank you. I’ll always take a compliment, especially if it’s from you.”
T’Mira stayed quiet. Amelia kept her hand there, small against the expanse of T’Mira’s  elaborate robes. As the song changed again, a familiar sense of recklessness phased through Amelia, and with it, she pushed herself up off the mattress. Turning— fuzzy, human styled socks hitting the wall— Amelia rested her back against T’Mira’s, and pushed herself closer. T’Mira was cold, sure, but, eh. The ship was entirely too warm anyways.
Amelia nuzzled herself into T’Mira, closing her eyes, and let her head hit the other girl’s shoulder. T’Mira didn’t move.
T’Mira didn’t move till hours later, when Amelia had stirred from her odd human nap, with her odd human dreams. She didn’t move till Amelia had blinked the sleep from her eyes, yawning that odd human yawn, and blearily asked T’Mira what time it was. How alien, how weird. And yet-
T’Mira hadn’t moved. No, she hadn’t moved, not once, not at all.
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