#it means the world to me

[lottee-e]

You can now buy my prints, stickers and art books in my new shop on etsy 💌🌷

#Thank you for buying things and reblogging it 🥺❤️❤️❤️ #It means the world to me #Still learning Everything about having a shop so really thank you #Thank you thank you!!!! #art #illustration #sketchbook #artists on tumblr

[mikkiina-mikina]

I've always wanted to do animations... I might reconsider tho 💀 my respect for animators just broke its limit.

Original:

#Saitama #Genos #Tatsumaki #Fubuki #One Punch Man #kyoukai no kanata #edit: PLEASE *DO NOT* tag as Saitama x Tatsumaki 😭 #I appreciate every reblog so much #it means the world to me #but PLEASE #this is NOT a Sai/tatsu post #in fact I really dislike the ship... #so just because Mirai and.. I forgot his name are dating #does NOT mean I meant this as a S/T post.. #I'm terribly sorry for any misunderstandings...

[emberettee]

Martin at the press conference prior to Porto home, 11.3.2024 ©️ Stuart MacFarlane/Arsenal FC via Getty Images

🥹🥹

#arsenal #afc #martin ødegaard #it means the world to me

[lexithwrites]

just hit 30k in my jegulus fest fic,,,,im really proud of myself wow

#ive never written this much in my life #at least not a story #and i love this story so much #it means the world to me #i cant wait to share it with you guys and see everyone elses work eeeeee #the marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black

[celluzu]

Queer players of the QSMP you mean the world to me

#seen people posting abt roier and it just #made me have a moment #bc theres just #so much there wether is the streamers themselves or their characters or fucking #capybara romance #it means the world to me #it means the absolute world to me and its one of those nights where im not #taking for granted all of the rep we get in our media #qsmp

[simplyavatrice]

the bittersweet between my teeth - final chapter

Tonight, she thinks, is the perfect night to let Ava know how glad she is to have her in her life. It’s something she’s wanted to do for a while now. To thank her, to tell her how important she is.

To tell her how she feels.

It’s scary, because she isn’t magically okay. Not every broken part of her is fixed, they may never be entirely. She thinks of kintsugi - the practice of repairing broken items with gold to make them more valuable even in destruction.

That’s what Ava is to her, she’s the gold that has helped Beatrice mend herself back together.

Some part of her likes to think she has been that for Ava too. They’ve been there for each other, built this little life together and Beatrice understands now that Ava isn’t going to leave her.

Ava isn’t going to send her away or decide she’s not good enough.

Ava has seen her at her absolute worst and never wavered.

So Beatrice wants to give Ava her best.

That comes in the form of a suit she wore once to Shannon’s graduation a few years ago.

It still fits her well, but Beatrice forgoes the tie and decides to leave a few buttons of the white shirt she wears underneath the jacket open. She wrestles for a few minutes with whether or not to put her hair up.

Then she remembers the way Ava looked at her the first time she let her hair down and the decision is made for her.

She fans it out just a bit, then pushes it to one side before looking at herself in the mirror.

Beatrice can't remember the last time she dressed up like this for anything. She put on an entirely new outfit for her first day on the dig in Spain, only to quickly realize that it was too warm for that weather and not at all useful for the physical parts of the job they did.

So this, knowing that dressing up won’t backfire, allows her to truly enjoy it.

When she steps out of her bedroom, Ava leaves the bathroom right across the hall at the exact same time.

At the sight of her, Beatrice’s heart quite literally skips a beat.

CONT ON AO3

#avatrice #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfiction #avatrice au #phew #130k words later #here we are #thank you all for the love and support #the kind messages and all the comments and reblogs #it means the world to me #hospital au's final chapter is almost done as well #but for now #here's the end of coffee shop au #thank you #love you <3

[dreamingofep]

Well, I have to announce that because of your overwhelming love and support for my story these last few days, more chapters of Sinned Awakening will be out soon🩸😈😏

#thank you for the support #Never thought so many people would love my little story #it means the world to me #i could seriously cry #elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis x reader #elvis x you #vampire elvis #sinned awakening #elvis imagine #70s elvis

[sparkly-angell]

A thank you for everyone who's helping me with the donations 🏳️‍⚧���❤️

You can help me with my top surgery donating here ☕

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“Hey, Angel.”

“Yes?” Aziraphale turned his face towards Crowley, but his eyes didn’t leave the pages in front of him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Ask away.” A page turned.

Crowley paused.

“Are you sure you won’t get uncomfortable with my question?”

“I can’t know that until you ask, can I, love?” Aziraphale patted Crowley’s shoulders and hugged him closer to his chest. “What’s bothering you?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Crowley got comfortable against Aziraphale’s chest, and since they were both naked (and what were clothes to beings as old as them) his eyes fell on the scars. They stayed there. “Just curiosity.”

And wasn’t that just what he was about? To move his shifty eyes, observe from afar and be curious? Wasn’t that why he fell in the first place? Curiosity killed the cat, but it also branded Crowley for eternity.

So he couldn’t really help himself, and by the way Aziraphale chuckled and smiled fondly, his angel knew it as well.

“Then ask away.” Another page turned.

“So,” Crowley started. “We’re both ethereal creatures, and we’ve been living on this planet for six thousand years.” Aziraphale nodded absentmindedly. “How many times have you discorporated?”

“I couldn’t tell. And I dare say you haven’t got a clue, either.”

“Yeah, exactly. I can’t. And it never occurred to me to count, honestly. Because what does it matter? If we can just get a new body with a snap of a finger.”

“The paperwork, for instance. Heaven and Hell’s resources should be used for other reasons, I should think.”

“Whatever. Yeah, maybe, but that’s a discussion for another time. The paperwork. Yes. That’s a bother–but in the end, we’ve pulled it off so many times that whatever we tell our higher ups doesn’t really matter.” Aziraphale conceded, and a frown grew on his face as he lost interest in the book.

He watched as Aziraphale memorised the page number, and closed the book. His eyes finally fell on Crowley.

“What’s all this, darling?”

“My point is that bodies, to us, don’t have the same meaning as to humans, do they?” Before Aziraphale could open his mouth and object, Crowley continued. “I’m not saying we’re not fond of them, of our forms and our looks, but they are discardable.” 

“I suppose.”

“So why, knowing all this, knowing we can have the body we want, whenever we want. Why did you get top surgery?”

The chest scars were a soft pink and weird to the touch, as Crowley caressed them with his fingers. They weren’t like the rest of Aziraphale’s skin, they were smoother, and seemed to stick out more.

“Oh, well.” Aziraphale shifted his arm upwards, finding Crowley's hair. He stayed quiet for a bit, caressing Crowley as he thought.

And how did he think. Crowley was starting to get anxious when finally Aziraphale spoke.

“Do you remember when we first met? At the supernova?”

Crowley nodded and held back an instinctive hiss. It was a bittersweet memory.

“I had just done my grand part of God’s plan. While yours had been in the universe department creating novas, I helped on Earth.”

“You created the humans, I recall.”

And how could he not? His first time expressing dooming curiosity.

“Indeed. Architecturing humans was part of my job assignment.” 

“I always thought that was what made you so soft towards them.”

“You’re not at all wrong.” Aziraphale smiled softly. “That feeling you get when you look at novas, or think about all the galaxies out there. The ones you made, with your own hands. Crafted them out of nothing creating something breathtaking and exquisite–that’s how I feel about humans.”

Crowley hummed but said nothing. He already knew all that. It was as simple as looking Aziraphale in the eye. His angel wore his heart on his sleeve.

“Back then, while crafting them, I couldn’t have fathomed how they would never stop amazing me. They are so… intricate. So plural. So different. They grew, they evolved from what I had first imagined. But still, somehow. Despite everything that has happened to them. Despite time changing them into something new– they are the same creatures I’ve created.” Crowley could see Aziraphale’s blue eyes getting glossy. “They love, they grieve, they get angry, happy, hungry, tired– they still got it all. And more.”

Crowley nodded, enchanted by Aziraphale’s passion.

“But… what does it have to do with this?” He kissed one of the scars.

Patiently, Aziraphale answered. “How could I not try to learn how they feel? Aren’t they my children, even if in a weird, kind of godly way? Aren’t I to love them all equally and unconditionally? Yet, how can I, if I don’t experience what it feels to be in their place?”

Crowley fell silent in amazement.

“The human experience is far from what it had been when I once made them. It’s shifting constantly. And I follow it dutifully.”

“Out of…love,” Crowley added.

“Out of love.”

#top surgery #trans man #nonbinary #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale means so much to me actually #thank you everyone who helped already #it means the world to me

[thepetesimp]

I saw ur post about wanting writing prompts so I thought why not lol. (This is my first time doing this 😅) but I have a few of AUs on my art blog that I would love to see expanded on like my Tall Pete/Short Vegas au, A band au with Vegas being a lead singer and Pete falling in love at first sight, or Pete being Vegas’ personal bodyguard instead of Tankhun’s. So yea if u find any of these interesting I’d love to see ur spin on it

OMG hi! Thank you so much for sending me this, I'm so flattered you thought of asking me to write sth surrounding your AUs ❤️ It kind of feels like the secret Santa event all over again, I love it haha. The timing is actually a little too perfect, because a few weeks ago, I randomly stumbled upon a YouTube short about the side couple in Laws of Attraction and I proceeded to 1. lose my shit, so much so that I decided to start watching the show and 2. write a whole page full of notes about an AU in which Pete is Vegas' bodyguard, based on the pool scene of said short. So, to give a little context: In this alternative universe, Vegas and Gun visit the main family compound for a meeting. At some point, Korn wants to talk to Gun alone, so Vegas goes to the pool area to find Porsche, along with Pete who follows him. Vegas proceeds to flirt with Porsche, as Vegas does, up until Gun suddenly appears and starts yelling at him for unclear reasons. He escalates it when Vegas asks, baffled, why he's being yelled at, by slapping him and putting his head into the pool. Pete normally doesn't intervene when Gun gets violent with Vegas, but his protective instincts here kick in and he stops Gun from literally attempting to kill his own son. As a result, Gun's anger gets redirected at Pete, who gets beaten up in Vegas' stead. The snippet I wrote for you is the aftermath of everything I described above. I hope you like it ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Silence, occasionally broken by a faint sound that resembled sniffing. Pete couldn’t tell what it was, but in his state he couldn’t really tell where he was either, so he stopped worrying about it. He tried, instead, to remember what had happened that brought him here, wherever “here” was. The last thing he recalled was the feeling of Khun Gun’s shoes digging into his forearms, which he used in his attempt to protect his head from his boss’ repeated, brutal kicks. Khun Gun wasn’t the strongest man Pete had ever met, but there were reasons he always tried to stay on his good side, and his cruelty was one of them. The cruelty that had so many times been directed at his own son. The kind he was eerily familiar with.

Khun Vegas’ face materialized in Pete’s mind. Droplets of water running down his nose, his sharp cheekbones, reaching his neck. His hair wet and disheveled, his chest heaving from the difficulty to breathe after having had his head shoved into the pool. His expression crumbling with worry, something Pete had no logical way of explaining. Fuck, where was he? Pete could only hope Porsche had protected him from his father’s fury afterwards. Khun Gun was unpredictable; he couldn't be trusted to only be satisfied by lashing out at Pete. Pete needed to go find him as soon as possible. Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge. A heavy fog was clouding his vision, and the pain that was engulfing his whole body was preventing him from doing the simplest of movements. He groaned as he shifted his torso in a futile attempt to get up, resulting in a gasp that startled him into opening his eyes to check where it came from. His mouth was hanging open as he took in the image of Khun Vegas staring at him, fidgeting nervously in the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were red around the corners and he looked ghostly pale. Pete’s breath hitched. “Pete… ?” he said, dropping his gaze to the floor. He always did that when he was feeling guilty about something. “Are you... ?” “I’m fine, Khun Vegas,” Pete replied, despite the numbness in his limbs and the headache that was starting to form. “What about you? Are you hurt? Should I take you to the doct-” “We’re at the infirmary, you idiot,” Vegas shouted, interrupting him, but his voice lacked the usual heat. “Stop acting like my bodyguard right now, it pisses me off.” That’s all I know how to be, Pete wanted to tell him, but remained silent. That’s all I’m allowed. He didn’t really mind Khun Vegas’ words. He’d heard worse things over the years, things that should have probably hurt him. Somehow, Pete had the ability to forgive him anything. The atmosphere grew tense between them. Pete had grown used to that, too, but he had never seen Khun Vegas be so self conscious before. He wondered why the sudden change. “I’m not thanking you,” Pete heard him murmur after a few seconds; he uttered the words under his breath, while staring at his feet. If Pete had a better view of his face, he’d argue Khun Vegas was pouting. Pete could only reassure him. “You don’t have to, Khun Vegas. I was simply doing my job.” It had the opposite effect. The creases between his eyebrows deepened as he lifted his head and stared at Pete. Astonished as his mouth was open agape, likely for a retort that never came. Alternatively, he turned his attention to the small table next to Pete’s bed. He stood up and approached it hastily, grabbing something that was resting on top of it, before Pete could take a closer look. “The nurse said you have to take this,” he said and extended his arm at Pete, revealing a small pill. It was probably a standard type of painkiller. Bodyguards never got any special medical treatment, especially those working for the minor family. It wasn’t worth the trouble. Pete tried to lift his hand to take it, but he bitterly realized it was impossible. He winced as he took a look at both of his arms and found them bandaged, smears of purple popping at places his skin was uncovered. He cursed under his breath. “Ah, I’m sorry, Khun Vegas, I’ll just call the-” Cold fingertips pressed on Pete’s chin. They felt even colder on his lips, the pressure just enough to make him open his mouth. The pill slipped between his teeth easily, with the help of a wet tongue he'd never thought he'd get to taste. Hot air hit Pete’s cheeks. His heart was beating rapidly. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Water traveled down his throat, taking the pill with it. Pete blinked. His head felt light, his body even lighter. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but he didn’t think it was bad. He focused, instead, on Vegas, who was standing above him with an unusual sense of confidence.  “Get well soon. That’s an order.” It was enough to ground Pete back into reality. He was thankful for it.

“Yes, Khun Vegas.” It was only then that Pete noticed how the color returned on Vegas’ face and how his slight trembling seized. “Has Pete woken up yet?” Both of them jumped at the sound of Porsche’s voice. He poked his head into the room, completely oblivious to what had transpired before he showed up. “Oh, he has. How are you feeling?” “Good,” he replied sincerely. The pain didn’t bother him anymore.  A smile spread on his lips as he added, “Khun Vegas just gave me my medicine.” Porsche returned it, though his was more mischievous than playful. “Pete, you should have seen Vegas while he waited for you to wake up. I’ve never seen him crying so hard-” Vegas punched Porsche hard on the shoulder to stop him from talking, which made loud laughter escape Pete’s mouth. It earned him a glare, one of Vegas' serious ones. It'd bring him hell later, but Pete realized he was fine with that.

#it feels so weird posting sth I wrote without having it beta read #shout out to my beautiful beta thank you for keeping me sane #sth I wanted to add but Tumblr doesn't let me is that here Vegas and Pete have a significant age gap #Vegas is 20 at most while Pete is around 28 #it's how Laws of Attraction inspired me I'm sorry people #this may turn into an actual fic if I get inspiration to write the rest of it #God it feels good to write again #I have a few more prompts to write and I will I promise #I've kind of figured them all out but it'll take a little while longer #but thank you to everyone who sent me a prompt they're all incredible #it means the world to me #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #fanfic writing #writers asks #writing prompt

[angry-roomba-army]

dad joke

#angry roomba whirrs #angry roomba draws #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk liu er mihou #im glad we all agree as a fandom that macaque likes to make stupid dad jokes #it means the world to me

[dreamingticklee]

being tickled and teased is so personal and just genuinely makes me feel the most loved and cared for 🥺

#best best best feelings #someone wanting to do it to *you* ??? #i just 😭🥺❤️ #it means the world to me

[rottenlaertes]

#amc iwtv #iwtv fanart #vc #louis de pointe du lac #your feedback on my other fanart made me go asdkfljasdf #it means the world to me #really should treat myself to a new set of copics those are all tried up

[prettygoododds]

20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks @wellbelesbian for tagging me. Such fun questions! Tags below the cut.

How many works do you have on AO3

68! Wow, I did not realize this.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

134,335

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Carry On Series aka Simon Snow fandom aka Snobaz

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

When the Ink Dries

Can I Change My Mind (this one blows my mind, how it continues to stay at the top)

Namaste Away

Every Lover Has A Little Dagger In Their Hand

We're So Starving

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or Why not?

I try to, but I'm very bad at it. It's something I need to work on.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We Were Pity Sex, Nothing More and Nothing Less It doesn't even pretend to be kind.

Also, I'm Right Where You Left Me It's short, but cuts right to the bone.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine do have a happy ending (when I go sad, I go hard). If I had to choose a few, I suppose:

Where Did the Party Go?

Believe

Namaste Away

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Had a few recommendations on how to tag a few works, or to make it more user friendly but everyone has always been very kind with those suggestions. The Carry On fandom is a really good fandom.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I'm slowly dipping my toes in that water. I've posted a few works that have smut, but I'm still very tentative about it. I don't know what kind really. Regular?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but I'm not opposed to it.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Snobaz, hands down. It's the one I come back to every time. My comfort ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have 2 WIP currently and both of those will be finished. My other WIP not on AO3 are just sitting in my google docs, where no one can see them shivering in the corner, neglected.

16 What are your writing strengths?

Oof. I'd like to think I'm good at dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and setting a scene. I'm working on it though, and that's the important bit I suppose *shrugs shoulders in Simon*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not something I've attempted. I won't say I never will, but I will probably not unless I absolutely have to

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Somewhere, in the depths of fanfic.net are my abandoned Twilight fics. And that is where they will stay until the death of the planet.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I have a few and when I'm questioning why I think I should be doing this at all, I read them to remember I started because I wanted to write the stories I wanted to read.

When The Ink Dries - I started this fic waaaaay before I ever posted it and it was the reason I decided to participate in my first Carry On Big Bang. It's my fic first born.

I'm Not A Pitch - This fic popped my AO3 cherry. I posted it before I could second guess myself. It's full of errors, but I wouldn't change anything about it.

Vibe Check - I wrote this in a few hours when I was feeling silly and it is still one of my favorites

Who Wants Ramen? - My friend and I giggled endlessly when I plotted this one out.

You Can Call Me Babe for the Weekend - I spend a lot of time listening to music and plotting out the story that a 3-4 minutes song can tell. 'Tis the Damn Season was an immediate movie in my head and as soon as I could plot it out and put it on paper (so to speak) I did.

And last but not least Sugar, We're Going Down Swingin - This is pure self indulgence. I got into hockey, I wanted the boys to be hockey players...bam, here's a fic with almost no hockey in it, but sometimes they talk about it.

I'm don't know who's already been tagged, so sorry if I double up:

@facewithoutheart @imagineacoolusername @artsyunderstudy @shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld @valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#tag game #big thank you to all who support my fics #seriously #it means the world to me #prettygoododdsfic #prettygoododds #snowbaz #simon snow series #carry on fanfiction #carry on fandom #snobaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on series #simon and baz #simon baz

[panic-flavored]

Update on my kitty!

A few weeks ago, I was posting up a storm about my kitty Scaramouche and his need for life-saving surgery. I've been updating the GoFundMe (FULL story over there!) but I haven't updated in a while over here on Tumblr, so I'm here to do that!

Scaramouche had chest surgery about 3 weeks ago at Kansas State University, and now he's back home and recovering great! Although none of the vets or surgeons that worked on his case can tell us what happened to him (or may still be happening,) he's extremely happy to be home and appears to be doing well!

It's been an extremely stressful and emotional three months, but Scaramouche has a chance to live now because of all the support we received from everyone! Getting him into Kansas State University would have been so much more difficult without the donations. Thank you to everyone who donated and shared the GoFundMe to spread the word! We're going to continue doing everything we can for him.

Donations are still extremely appreciated! We've been financially wiped out after all the vet/hospital bills, and we still have a lot of bills to pay as well as follow-up appointments, x-rays and whatever else he might need. If GoFundMe isn't your cup of tea, I have an Etsy stop as well as a Ko-Fi you can support!

Thank you again to everyone who has donated so far, and to everyone who has shared the page and spread the word! I can't express in words how much my little guy means to me, and how grateful I am to everyone who helped us save his life. Have a great new year! <3

#gofundme #go fund me #fundraiser #cats #cat #ty again to everyone who supported <3 #it means the world to me #I'm still nervous about his future health but for now we know we've done everything we can for him #we can only hope now that he continues to get better and better!

[ahkylous]

Thank you guys, I had no clue how nice people were on tumblr until recently. Especially people like @dipperpines-kin and @whoistrash . I get so excited whenever I get a tumblr notification and someone’s left a comment or a tag, it really means the world.

Merry chrimas everyone, thanks for a good year <3

#my art #art #comic #appreciation post #thank you #it means the world to me #i’m so glad to have a found a small gravity falls community #especially those who love drifting stars like me #it makes me so happy #literally me #self portrait #i speak

[frogsare-friends]

belly calls jeremiah baby, and that's real to me

#tsitp #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp jeremiah #belly conklin #belly x jeremiah #it means the world to me #jere calls her bells #and she calls him baby #tbh he's a loser (i love it) and would probably cry a bit the first time she called him it #and i love him for it #tsitp belly #it's something so personal