#its not a queue from LONG ago but its from when i deleted all my old blogs and queued up their content on here

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

unpaused my giant queue, shuffled it, and put it at 24 a day which is the fastest it's ever been.. lets see what comes up

#chitra.txt #housekeeping #probably still mostly runaways #its not a queue from LONG ago but its from when i deleted all my old blogs and queued up their content on here #so it got rlly long #but its all stuff im still into

[24-7-testing]

For The People Who Are Still Alive...

Hey Portal Friends and Followers,

I hope you're all doing well! Lately, I've had something on my mind that I think it's time to share with you all. Over the past year or so, my life has taken some significant turns! Major events have included graduating from college, starting my career in Design Engineering, and getting married! Life has been an exciting roller coaster, and I'm enjoying all the fun new things.

However, among all the changes, I've also been contemplating my relationship with the Portal games and the Portal Fandom. Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been active on this blog for quite a while. The Testing Queue still goes out daily but, beyond that, I haven't been sharing new artwork or engaging as much. My YouTube channel, where I used to make Portal videos and build robots and props, has been on a long hiatus too. Everything Portal-related in my life just doesn’t seem as captivating as it used to be.

These days, when I think about Portal and all the things I used to do in the fandom, it conjures a strange feeling in me. On one hand, I still hold the story and characters dear, and I fondly remember all the fantastic fanart, interactions, and stories that I’ve seen as part of the fandom. But on the other hand, the fervor and eagerness I once had seem to have softened. It's like my passion has transformed from being a passionate superfan to a calmer and more passive enthusiast.

Has anyone else experienced this kind of transition in their fandom journey? If so, I'd love to hear how you dealt with it and any insights or suggestions you might have for me. Feel free to reply or DM.

These feelings have left me with a dilemma: what to do with my blog. I don't want to abandon it or delete it, but even refilling my queue is starting to feel tiresome. Plus, without active effort I'll eventually run out of posts to queue from my archive, so maintaining the queue alone is only a temporary solution. I've been toying with the idea of inviting someone who’s more active in the fandom to become a Moderator for the blog and keep it alive with fresh content, but I'm still uncertain about this option. If you have any feedback on that idea, please reply or DM.

So that's where I stand now. My life has taken me in a new direction and, while I still love Portal, I don't have the same time and energy to invest in the fandom as before. I'm eager to find a way to keep this blog alive in a way that feels authentic and will keep the content you all followed for going for the foreseeable future.

If any of you have encouraging words, suggestions, ideas, or thoughts, I'm all ears! Your support has meant the world to me, whether you've followed 24-7-testing since its inception in 2016 or if you just followed a few days ago. Please don’t be shy about replying or DMing me. I'm genuinely grateful for each one of you!

Rock On Portal Fandom!

- 24-7-testing

#24-7-testing rambles #aperture science #aperture laboratories #portal #portal 2 #portal fandom #life events

[pancakeke]

I wrote a bunch of paragraphs about nothing in particular again so here it is under a readmore so it doesn't take up space.

like 8 years ago when people used tumblr more via desktop browser than its app, I put a 3rd party metric tracker in my desktop theme that logged how people were referred to my blog. it also captured what pages of my blog people viewed.

at one point during this time I reblogged a piece of pixel art from a japanese artist. they came to my blog through their activity page, and then searched my blog in a couple different ways for the terms "ドット" and "ドット絵" ("dot" and "dot art", as in pixel art). I checked those search urls myself to see if they found anything but there were no results because I never used those terms or specifically tagged pixel art in any other way.

ever since then I've made an effort to tag all pixel art I reblog with the term "pixel art". that artist was probably hoping to find more art to check out and it bums me out that my tagging system wasn't thorough enough to help.

this is why I have my current specific tag system lol. it keeps evolving but having the ability to find stuff you're into without jumping through hoops is really handy. (the site-wide post and tag searches return sooo much bullshit. it's a slog sifting through thr noise whenever I use those to fill my queue due to the sheer amount of manga caps, polls, liveblogs, personal posts, and fics posted without readmores...)

if only the way to view all tags you've ever used still worked. I think it caps at 500 or 1000 now and is also chronological so the first 500 or whatever tags you ever used show up in the list. then there's a hard stop and it does not update as you delete posts or use that mass tag editor to remove certain tags for your blog entirely.

I went through my used tag list earlier this year to unify certain tags and remove tags that I stopped using in favor for other ones, but I only got like 400 tagged terms down the list. maybe downloading my blog data would show more. the trick I mentioned uses your desktop blog's archive page. the tags are in its code so you can use "inspect element" to view it. I remember scrolling a lot to load a bunch of posts on the page but cant remember if this was required or I just did it to see if I could access more tags.

it's formatted all fucked and hard to manage but you can copy and paste the long chunk of tags into one cell of a spreadsheet and then use Data options to split them into columns by commas (or whatever punctuation separates them, I forget). a wide list is a huge pain to view so from there you can click on a cell containing data, click ctrl+a to highlight all data in thr row, copy, then paste special as "transposed" to turn the copied row 90° so it pastes as a column. the spreadsheet will wide as fuck from the hundreds of columns so honestly its easier to paste the transposed data into a new tab and delete the original vs clicking in the column to the left of your transposed data and then pressing ctrl+ shift+right arrow to select all rows to the right, then deleting the extra rows.

if you're in Excel you may have to use the "delete rows" option from the "home" tab and then save the sheet using "file > save" (do NOT save via the save button on the upper left corner or ctrl+s). this returns the sheet to a manageable size for scrolling (plus reduces its file size). this piece of shit software usually retains the sheet width/length even after you delete hundreds of columns/rows unless you use this trick of deleting specifically via home tab + saving specifically through the save menu.

I got a round number of tags when I did this which makes me think there's a cutoff.

[magmacavern]

Hero and Partner Week, Day 7: Free Day!

Last up for the free day today is a little drawing of my own team! After I made all this art of Neo and Skitty (now named Penelope) for this week, I decided that I should actually try to come up with unique designs for them. Now all of my previous illustrations of them are officially outdated. Oops.

I'd gotten attached to the depictions of them in my previous Hero and Partner Week drawings, so I didn't want to change them too much, but I still wanted them to be recognizable as original chararcters and not just general depictions of an eevee and a skitty. I'm pleased with Neo's redesign, but I would like to make Penelope a little more unique in the future. If you're interested, you can read more about them and their alternate universe under the cut!

This will be my last submission for Hero and Partner Week. I had a blast drawing and writing for this event over the past month, and I really enjoyed seeing what everyone else created as well. Thanks so much for hosting this amazing event! I'm already looking forward to participating again next year and seeing how much I've improved as an artist by then!

(Also, apologies if this posts twice. It disappeared from my queue sometime after I scheduled it, and I'm not sure if it's still going to post. I decided to just rewrite it in advance, and if the other version turns up, I'll delete it.)

@heropartnerweek

Neo

Neo is an odd-colored Eevee who woke up in the Tiny Woods one morning unable to remember who she was or how she got there. She occasionally dreams of a strange Pokemon atop a frozen mountain, and after learning about the legend of Nintales, she comes to the conclusion that she must be the human in the story who angered the deity and abandoned her partner Pokemon, Gardevoir. She feels obligated to help save the world because she's (allegedly) the one who brought about its destruction long ago, but secretly she feels she's not capable of it and is hoping for a way out. Neo can most easily be described as cowardly. She lacks courage and prefers to run and hide rather than fight and stand up for herself. She doesn't wish to hurt others and cares deeply for many Pokemon she knows, but when push comes to shove, her strong sense of self preservation takes control and she always puts herself first, even at the detriment of other Pokemon. She also lacks confidence, and this causes others to be distrusting of her and lack belief in her abilities. Neo tends to make promises she can't keep because she either doesn't think it through all the way or just wants to help and please others, which makes her seem more unreliable to those she lets down. Her hastiness also hurts her ability to think for herself. Neo can problem solve well when she is forced to slow down and reason out the situation, but when she rushes herself, she doesn't consider all the possibilities and can come to the wrong conclusion. Neo came to trust Penelope quickly because Penelope was there for her when she didn't have anyone else to turn to, but she also sometimes regrets forming a team with her and wonders if it was the right choice because of her struggle to show bravery and do the right thing like Penelope does.

Penelope

Penelope is a young Skitty who was raised in Littlegrove, a town on the sea northwest of Pokemon Square. Her parents, a Meganium and a Delcatty, tend to a pecha berry orchard and a small garden of other berry and herb plants, and her mother is a skilled weaver who makes scarves and other textiles using the plants grown in town. Penelope and her younger sibling Orion were often tasked with travelling to Pokemon Square to sell Delcatty's scarves to the Kecleon brothers and the many rescue teams that visit town, but since a mystery dungeon formed within the Tiny Woods, Penelope has been making the trip alone. When she learns that she and her partner must be the ones to save the world, she immediately rises to the task because the lives of her family are on the line and she's determined to save them, even at the cost of her own life. Penelope is courageous and quick-thinking with a strong sense of integrity. She's highly motivated by her commitment to and love for her family, especially her younger sibling Orion, and she'll never make a promise that she thinks she can't keep. Her strict moral code often makes it difficult for her to be understanding of those who act selfishly, and it also makes her prone to overworking herself or throwing herself into danger if she thinks it will help someone she loves. She is highly confident in her beliefs and her decision-making abilities, which allows her to act quickly on instinct. However, this also makes her stubborn and unlikely to follow in other Pokemon's footsteps or take their advice without good reason, and because she's still young, her beliefs and decisions aren't always backed up by experience or knowledge, leading her to make some poor choices. Her personality is often at odds with Neo's cowardice and self-interest, so they have a rocky start to their relationship.

One early spring day, Penelope was travelling through Tiny Woods with a new stock of her mother's pecha scarves when she came across an odd-looking eevee named Neo who said she had lost her memory. While she was distracted by the stranger, Gengar of Team Meanies snuck up on Penelope and attacked her. Because of her Normalize ability, Penelope was unable to fight back and Gengar stole most of the scarves she was carrying. Neo fled in the commotion, and Penelope chased after her, assuming she was working with Gengar to steal the scarves.

Penelope found Neo at the entrance to the Tiny Woods's mystery dungeon, which appeared as a deep chasm in the forest floor. She confronted her while Neo couldn't escape, but Neo claimed she didn't know anything about Gengar or his plans to attack Penelope. As they were arguing, they were approached by a Butterfree who needed help because her child, Caterpie, was lost in the dungeon. Penelope agreed to help and forced Neo to come with her because she didn't yet believe that Neo and Gengar weren't working together.

After finding Caterpie and reuniting him with his mother, Penelope took Neo to Pokemon Square where they decided to stay the night at Kangaskhan's inn because Neo didn't have anywhere else to go and Penelope didn't know how to fix the problem of the stolen scarves. While in Pokemon Square, she asked Neo to form a real rescue team with her in order to help earn back the lost money.

#pmd #skitty #eevee #heropartnerweek #heropartnerweek2023 #fanart #shiny #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #mine #magmacavern

[wildflower-rain]

long post with just my musings about nothing. more a journal entry than anything else. all lighthearted stuff.

dont know if im in a mood but im considering stepping away from this blog and the internet in general for a bit.

been on here to much lately or something plus some other stuff. idk i may disappear briefly.

hesitant to do so because i think my unintentional attempt to keep stuff in this blog's queue is why my brain hasn't just rejected it. like thats not a big consideration point but it is there.

tbf there aren't many points here at all. i just kind of started thinking about this like two hours ago so yk, i may wake up and forget i said anything.

been less engaged in some ways anyway. and more in others. been on here for long periods but i normally try add a bit of commentary in the tags if only for my own memory and amusement. but i haven't seen much that ive really wanted reblog to begin with and ive had nothing to say about anything. also as i think i said in the last two posts here now i just dont have anything to say at the moment. nothing understandable and shareable at least. got real life stuff happening too. had a lot of work to do. and a lot of stress. not actually that much stress probably , not compared to normal because like every situation is a high stress situation to me. just how i work. but i may well be forgetting how stressed i've been. i'm not sure.

idk. this blog does help me sort out my brain some. which is a point to the the other side. this post is basically a journal entry. and thats really how i use this blog most of the time. rambling about random stuff. its more consistent than any journal i've kept or have tried to keep. wondering if it would be unreasonable to make a private sideblog to actually just use as a journal because apparently tumblr gets the thoughts out of me.

i should make a journal tag. maybe. i don't know. for some reason i have more faith in tumblr not losing all my stuff than my other digital note taking and journal stuff. and generally i think better in typing. i do have a physical journal. i just don't think as freely in it, my hand gets cramped or i cant write fast enough for my thoughts. so i like digital stuff. and apparently my brain sees tumblr as more likely to not lose my stuff and die than anywhere else. at least out of places that i like the format of. don't like the idea of dumping this all in a word doc for some reason. it would make more sense. i could stick things on a usb but no, instead here i am with my billion word tumblr post that anyone can see. maybe ill start copying things into word docs after the fact idk.

i dont know why im so afraid that all my shit will be deleted. i really havent lost that much digital stuff over the years, nothing important to me i dont think. not accounts, not saved info, not my own pieces of stuff.. maybe one or two things i dont remember. i dont know why i just dont trust stuff to not get lost becuase of some screw up. idk. its 3:30am i'm going to sleep now. i had more work to do but im tired and i need to do more stuff tomorrow so i might as well get some sleep.

goodnight tumblr. or goodmorning or whatever time it is when this gets released, imma queue it.

#lol this does not need to be public #but it's here now so i guess it's staying here #they them #en end #or something idk

[hclenshivers]

1. Stop assuming people on Tumblr immediately know everything and every problematic famous person ever. I don't. I didn't know about Steven, I did know about Camila and honestly thought I had purged her from my queued posts.

2. When informing someone of something, be kind, calm, and awesome. Stop assuming people on Tumblr immediately know everything and every problematic famous person ever. Don't be aggressive when messaging others, people do not have to follow someone's life to like their face.

I don't live in the US

I don't consume American media, or even media, all the time

I don't have time to follow up on people's lives, I legit have a job that is consuming me 24/7

3. Provide context, proof, links, whatever.

4. For the love of God, BE KIND.

5. This blog has been running on queue for SO LONG, every once in 20 months I am dumping some edits and shit, but things are queued, 5 queues a day, so its running slow asf. I'm not always around. I don't have time to go through 1k+ queued posts and search for what I've put there like 3 months ago. If it comes out and I happen to get into tumblr at that moment, I'll delete it, if not... tough?

#rosa.txt #honestly #the steven yeun one had me on edge #aljdwalksjdlakjsd #gonna turn off anon real quick #aka forever #also this is a rant #no tags and pls dont reblog <3

[natura-est-sacellum]

Sooo, I've been thinking...

Lately, I've been contemplating leaving this blog and starting over, for multiple reasons. First off, this isn't my primary blog, it was a secondary, which means I can't reply to any post, merely reblog it. This is incredibly annoying for me, especially because my "main" doesn't represent me as I've grown anymore.

Secondly, I want to focus on aesthetic posts as well as domestic/housewife stuff. Less politics, more things that bring me joy: pretty pictures, quiet music, my home, my family, and of course, God.

Thirdly, the God part is a big one. Remember, when I started this blog (and my main), I was still a pagan. A pondering, tentative pagan, who was being called to God with every passing day...but a pagan nonetheless. I have since grown in my faith journey, and changed this blog to suit to the best of my ability. I feel, though, that who I was a year ago has tainted some people's view of me, my blog, and all its contents. I am not that person anymore.

Fourthly, the domestic part is also a big reason. When I first started this blog, I just wanted aesthetics and to talk with fellow housewives about domesticity, cleaning, cooking, some mild fashion topics, and on point political takes. I feel the last one has outshined everything else...and not for the better. I need to go back to basics, back to what I know and what makes me happy and mentally healthy. Focusing on politics really makes me angry. And to quote Andrew Klavan: anger is the devil's cocaine. And I just don't want to feed into that anymore, for me or anyone else.

Fifth, in trying to cut back on swearing, and I have done so with success, relative to where I started when I began this blog. But those earlier days...oof. Like a sailor on shore leave, I swear. I want to start over and have a second chance at not appearing uncouth or ladylike.

Sixth, and this one is the hardest one to articulate, especially because I don't want to call out anyone...but I'm beginning to notice some feminism and mainstream feminist ideas trickle into my little corner of the world. And some of that is okay, like sex work isn't actually empowering, and abuse of women isn't okay even if it's "culturally accepted", as examples. I still hold a lot of the same beliefs as a lot of my mutuals and followers.

That being said, I am trying to turn more to the Bible in my personal life, and follow a male-led, Biblical marriage, because that's when I'm happiest and healthiest in my own relationship. And recently, I've noticed more people, even some Christians who are pro-Biblical submission, echo some feminist sentiments like...fairness in a marriage, saying things like "what does HE do for you" for example. And I've even begun echoing these ideas in my personal life and in my relationship...to much internal disharmony on my part. And I need to get back to being grateful for everything my husband gives me, and giving him what I can in return.

This is something I have struggled with in the past month or so, and it has not brought me happiness. I need to return to that which made me happy.

So, with all that being said, I don't know when I'm going to make this new blog. I don't want to start over from scratch on followers and mutuals, especially because I do so enjoy interacting with so many of you...but at the same time, I want it smaller and more intimate. I may even post videos about cooking or cleaning tips or even some theological thoughts...we'll see how comfy I am with that idea. But I won't delete this blog; I have too much on it that I believe is of value to my personal journey, and to some broader discussions on conservatism, feminism, etc. I also have a long queue left to go through on this blog, so instead of deleting all of it, I'm just gonna let it post and run dry. Way easier.

I guess, ultimately, if you've read this and want to follow me on my new blog, knowing it's gonna be more Biblically feminine, less political, more aesthetic, and more geared toward domestic arts and family, then send me a message or an ask saying "count me in" or whatever, and I'll let you know when it's up and running? I think that'll work? Lmk

#Also I think I can do private blogs that are allowed to be followed by invite only? #Is that something I wanna do? Maybe? #Idk #I've got a lot to think about

[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

---

Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

---

He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

---

It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

-

LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

thanks for reading and uhm come join my taglist if you liked this little chapter? I'm definitely looking forward to writing this one.

do tell me what you think about this, lovelies! i'm kinda excited to see where this goes

-haney

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[sexydreamgirl]

hi hera i hope i dont annoy u and u can understand what i mean bc english isnt my first language 🥺🥺💕💕

so i have this problem with manifesting.. those past years i have been so depressed that i lost my idenity and idk what i like and who i am, and it makes it harder for me to manifesting since idk what i want exactly. i feel if i had this big realization/existental crisis when i found abt the law i would get my shit together or realize what i want but literally nothing has changed like idk how to benefit from knowing the law. i have tried commanding my sub for answers but i never get one.

also ive turned 17, 2 weeks ago and everyone keeps telling me that this is the last year im a kid and i shouod mature and all that and it hurts me bc i feel like i didnt enjoy my teenage years enough and i dont even have friends now and idk what to do, should i manifest friends and live the life that i wanted now in a year or slow down time like im so confused.

i also feel weird abt wanting to manifest specific things like stuff i was suposed to already have for example when i was younger i could speak russian but now i forgot and i used to be a dancer and now i cant dance and its like i wish i didnt have to worry abt manifesting it and just mentaining it yk? and the other thing js that i feel weird manifesting being pretty like yes ik i can do that but when i was little id get conpliments abt my looks and my body but now nothing and it makes me think that id get all those conpliments just bc i was little but even i was its like i lost it just the other things i mentioned earlier.. i just wish i was born pretty like the other pretty girls without having  to manifest it yk?

Hey! Just thought you should know, I received all of your asks. Yes, all seven of them! I got the one from two days ago as well as the ones I got today at 3:23, 3:36, 3:44, 3:50, 4:01, and 4:45! Yup, I got ALL of them! Funnily enough, the first one you sent was already sitting in my queue with a response but given your disrespectful entitlement I made the decision to delete it. It was frustrating because I did provide a reasonably long answer and it went to waste but I don’t think it’s fair for you to get one if you’re gonna bother me this much. I also find it quite ironic that you started with “I hope I don’t annoy you” and managed to do that anyway. Congratulations! You’re welcome to reach out to someone else for assistance because I will not be doing that for you ♡ 

[eberles]

Visiting

Anthony Beauvillier

Request: this was requested, but i accidently deleted katie’s ask, but the gist is tito comforting you after a not so good trip back home to see your brother.

A/N: this is on queue because i’m not sure when my anesthesia will wear off from my dentist appointment...thank you for reading, i hope you guys enjoy it!!💖💖

Warnings: mentions of family troubles

three days. you were leaving for 3 days. you can do this, it won’t be too bad it’s  a short trip and then you can come back home to tito and the dogs.

“baby, babe...” tito spoke, waving his hand in your face bringing your attention back to what he was saying.

“sorry, i’m sorry, what were you saying?” you pouted apologizing, feeling bad knowing this wasn’t the first time that had happened today. you just could not get out of your head about this trip with your brother.

“it’ll be good. you need this, he needs this. don’t stress about it.” tito said quietly, resting his hands on your face cupping your cheeks gently. you nodded your head picking at the skin around your nails and sighing deeply, looking up at him. “i can still come with you if you want?”

“no, you can’t. thank you but it’ll be better if it’s just the two of us.” tito nodded understandingly, leaning forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, both cheeks and finally your lips. “i have to go, it’s a long drive.”

•••••••••••••••••••••••

it was in face the longest 3 days of your life, but you were happy you did it. you had been meaning to visit that side of your family for some time now and even though your brother annoys you, it had been a while since you last saw him. you were finally home, ready to put that weekend behind you and all of its irritating moments. pulling into your drive, you were happily greeted with tito and your puppy waiting on the porch for you.

 “hi baby.” tito said, holding his arms open for you so you could jump right into them. and that’s exactly what you did. stepping out of your car and running up to him landing in his open arms letting him spin lift you gently and spin you around. it felt like you had been separated for 3 months not 3 days. he put you down feeling your puppy jumping up on both of you, begging for your attention.

“i missed you guys so much!” you gushed, bending down to pet your dog letting him lick your face. you stood up walking inside your house, tito grabbing your bag from your car and following you inside. you walked in laying face down on your shared bed, feeling tito sit on the bed next to you and rub your back.

“i missed you, love.” tito laid down next to you on his back, lifting his hand from yours feeling you flip your body around. you took the opportunity to crawl into his side, burying your face in his chest, feeling more relaxed when tito wrapped his arms tightly around your frame. “do you wanna talk about it?”

“no...i don’t know. he makes everything so difficult like it could’ve been such a good weekend if he wasn’t the way he is.” you breathed in deeply, holding back some tears. “it’s fine, i’m just happy it’s over and i actually went through with it.”

“i’m proud of you.” you looked up at tito, smiling softly leaning up to kiss him. “do you wanna take a bath to help you relax?”

“will you join me? i don’t wanna be away from you right now.” you hugged yourself tighter to his body, never wanting to let go of him. he probably knew this, but he was your rock. your person. and you could never get enough of him. 

“of course, baby.” tito kissed your forehead, which was something he did often, before getting up and starting the water in the bathroom. you used the spare few minutes you had to pull out some comfy clothes and lay them aside for after the bath. tito came out, holding your hand and brought you into the dimly candle lit bathroom. tito got in the bath first and held your waist to make sure you didn't slip in and you sat down making yourself comfortable against his chest. the two of you sat in a relaxing silence, enjoying each other's presence and you eventually felt yourself nodding off. you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you felt your body being moved and you opened your eyes slightly. “you fell asleep, love.” 

“I wasn’t even tired, i don’t think.” you yawned out, feeling a warm towel wrapped around your body and tito placed you on the bed, helping you get into the comfy clothes you laid out. you guys ended up in matching grey sweatpants and islanders sweatshirts, both outfits belonging to him. “can we watch a movie?”

Tito turned on a movie you guys have been talking about watching recently and he climbed into the bed next to you, your puppy always following closely behind him. the three of you snuggled up together under the blankets, watching the movie tito had turned on for the evening. 

“i love you, goodnight, my love.” the movie ended a little while ago and tito could tell you were right on the brink of falling asleep in his arms.

“Goodnight, thank you for being you. i love you.” you kissed tito’s neck where your head was usually held while you slept. you felt him smile and your puppy moving up in between you guys making sure he was in maximum comfort, both of you giggling quietly. 

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tagging some hockey moots: @fav-imagines @jmaybanks @softboybarzal @stfukie @stargazingstarkey @anxietyandtacos​ @brock-mcginny​

#anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #tito beauvillier imagine #tito beauvillier #ny islanders #ny isles #nhl writing

[scxrsgxrd]

Office Hours // Subby!mickey

Part One

Hello there! This idea came to me as I was thinking about the work aspect of Mickey’s girlfriend’s life, and how a very bratty Mickey slots into that. This will be the first of two parts, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you endlessly for reading <3

There were emails upon emails to sort through. Multiple numbers to call. Leery men in their ridiculously expensive suits to set up meetings with. And it was only 9am. 

She took in a deep breath and let out an almighty sigh, leaning backwards in her chair and staring at the open laptop on the desk in front of her for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been two minutes. Two minutes. Her hands reached out to the front of her desk, latching onto it as she pulled her chair forward and began to aimlessly scroll through the mountain of emails clogging up her inbox. 

Her mind began to wander as her fingers absentmindedly tapped against her keyboard, sucking in her bottom lip between her teeth as lurid memories of the previous evening quickly pushed aside any notions of productivity for the remainder of the morning. A smirk rolled its way across her lips as she remembered the delicious sight of Mickey laid on their bed, legs splayed as his hands fisted the bedsheets while her special gift to him was positioned near the base of his cock. 

As if on queue, her phone pinged on the desk next to her laptop. Her hands grabbed the device quickly and her eyes scanned over the text from Mickey. A lump formed in her throat as she glared at the screen, her eyes ticking back and forth over the message as she felt her toes begin to curl inside her heels.

I miss you, mommy. And I miss your gift too😘

The text itself wasn’t what had her so riled up, rather the image that was attached. Mickey was on their bed, mirroring the position he had been in the previous night; his legs splayed apart with his back rested against a few pillows propped up against the headboard. He was naked, fully erect, and had his hand wrapped around his cock. Only this time, he did not have her permission.

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her jaw clenched. Mickey knew she was booked full of meetings today, that she couldn’t slip off early. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the consequences that would eventually follow.

Another ping, but this time there was a video. She ghosted her thumb over the message, chewing on the inside of her cheek for a few moments before she pressed play. He had scooted over to the edge of their bed with the mirror positioned in front of him, one hand snaked around his cock as the other held his phone. From the reflection she could see a glint in his eyes as he smirked mischievously, cocking his left eyebrow before beginning to stroke up and down his cock.

She silently praised herself for shutting the door to her office earlier that morning as a string of moans and whimpers left Mickey. The volume button on her phone was on the highest level and his moans only increased in frequency as he grazed his thumb over his tip, his hips rolling toward the mirror as he made sure to put on a show for her. She felt her mouth fall open as she watched him collect a string of pre-cum and then bring his thumb up to his plump lips, gazing into the mirror as he began to suck and lick his digit, swirling his tongue over the liquid as he maintained his smirk.

His thumb then left his lips with a quiet popping sound, and Mickey only antagonized her further as he trailed his glistening thumb down his chin and then halfway down his chest before he changed direction. The grip she had on her phone tightened as she watched Mickey’s thumb graze over her his nipple, a drawn out, guttural “fuuuuuck” blasted from her speaker as he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch his nipple gently. And with that, the video ended.

Her chest was heaving and her thighs were clamped together as the video reset to the thumbnail of Mickey staring almost mockingly into the mirror with his hand poised around his cock. Each sentence she typed in response she deleted before she could hit send. She knew the video was meant to provoke her, that Mickey was toeing the line because he knew she couldn’t just leave her office and shoot off home like she would any other day.

“Ma’am? Uh, hey? Hello?”

Her assistant, Kate, stood awkwardly in front of her desk, gazing at her boss imploringly as she anxiously gripped onto the multiple files in her grasp. 

“Your meeting with Mr Cooper started ten minutes ago.” Kate’s gaze flicked between the clock and her boss as she sucked in a deep breath. 

“What? Oh, Kate. I’m sorry.” She shook her head and locked her phone, whatever response she was searching to give Mickey would have to wait. From the look on Kate’s face she could tell that Cooper had taken out his rage over her tardiness on her assistant.

She grabbed her laptop and began to hastily walk her way over to the glass encompassed meeting room, where Mr Cooper was sat glaring at her through the transparent wall, his fingers tapping on the table as his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Ah, Mr Cooper, thank you for your patience.” She flashed a disingenuous smile and held out her hand as she entered the room. Edward Cooper was renowned for his ill-temper, and was therefore the last person she wanted to deal with today. Her patience had already worn thin, and a meeting with Cooper required a lot of patience.

“Finally, she gets here.” He grumbled and ignored the handshake she offered, instead spreading out various documents onto the table before them as he muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t make out.

Her heart rate was still accelerating as she sat down, the video of Mickey was playing on loop inside her head as the man opposite her droned on about his expectations for his company’s next ad campaign. After less than ten minutes she had zoned out completely, her nails digging into the palms of her hands as her inability to reprimand Mickey for his disobedience ate away at her.

Normally she kept her work and home life separate, focusing her energy on her professional duties during her office hours before unwinding from all of the day’s frustrations once she arrived home. But today was different. Mickey’s texts had thrown her off balance and the thought of the painfully long day she had ahead of her only increased her agitation.

“Are you even listening to a damn word I’m saying?”

Her head snapped towards Mr Cooper as he slammed his hand flat against the table, causing a few members of his team to jolt upright in their chairs as his fiery gaze was set on the woman before him.

“This is what happens when you get an account executive who’s a-” He cut himself off abruptly, flicking his gaze back down to the papers on the table while adjusting his tie.

“Do go on, Mr Cooper. An account executive who’s a?” She pushed her chair away from the table and rose to her feet, watching intently as Mr Cooper’s cheeks began to redden.

“As I was saying, the budget may be a little tighter this time, but I don’t think that’s a problem, given your talent and experience.” He began to fumble with the wad of graphs his assistant handed to him as his voice became more strained, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he cleared his throat.

She began to scan over her copy of the figures when she chuckled and set them back down, she was in no mood to deal with Cooper’s internalized disdain for her and the other women he had been delivering suggestive glances to during their presentations. Not today, and not any day after that.

“I think we’re done here, Mr Cooper.” Her voice boomed around the meeting room, interrupting the still red-faced man as he peered over the top of his glasses at her.

“Done? But we’ve barely started allocating funds for the advertising.” His irate tone had returned, and he flicked to the next slide on the screen at the head of the table, opening his mouth to continue when she took hold of her laptop and strode toward the door.

“Excuse me, missy, but I’m the one here making you the money.”

His sneer sent a shiver through her whole body.

“Money is not my concern, Mr Cooper, but if it was I might point out that I have plenty of other clients that generate a lot more money than you do. So if you wouldn’t mind, get the fuck out of my meeting room.” Her voice was calm, and she flashed him another smile, only this time her smile was made up of pure, ear to ear satisfaction. Once he and the rest of his team had gathered their belongings, she held the door open and gestured toward the elevator with her arm.

His roaring voice could still be heard as the elevator began to descend to the ground floor, demanding to be put into contact with HR to file a discrimination complaint. She shook her head and gently kicked the meeting room door shut, blocking out the quiet whispers and wide-eyed stares she received as she made her way back to the peace and quiet of her office.

Once she was in her chair she kicked her heels off and leaned backwards, letting out a small sigh as she relished in the feeling of accomplishment. No longer would she have a reason to dread Tuesday mornings. She grinned and dug into the pocket of her jacket for her phone, there was no way she could wait until the end of the day to relay the news to Mickey. Mickey.

She had completely forgotten about the texts prior to her meeting, but now her initial rage had manifested into something much more devious. She couldn’t get to Mickey, but there was nothing stopping Mickey from coming to her. 

I miss you too, baby boy. Why don’t you come over to the office at lunch? 

#subby!mickey #mickey stuff #mickey drabble #villains 2019

[mikonezz]

Ask game!

thank you for the tag @spider-plants ! :) took me a while but here it is

1. Why did you choose your url?

I used to be itsabrightnight because I read a poem by Sylvia Plath I think(?) which I really liked. But I eventually changed it because nobody recognised my main blog when I liked/ followed blogs soo.. I just put another z there, which I wanted to change to something better but I haven't had any good ideas yet

2. Any side blogs?

My art account @mikonez and another that I made when I was 14 with a cringy superwholock reference. Fortunately I lost the password to that one :')

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I created this blog on 26th of August 2015!

4. Do you have a queue tag?

No, I'm too lazy

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

UMm Harry Potter and Starkid fanart (and superwholock but shhhhh)

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Oh my bisexual icon? Because Mona the vampire is a bisexual icon.

7. Why did you choose your header?

My header is actually a photo I took of Dresden! I just thought it was prettee

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Uhh on this account? I have no idea, probably a spn shitpost? But I genuinely don't know the stats don't go that far back

On my art account its my asexual jon art which got 12000 notes?? for some reason?? I am very overwhelmed by that.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

uMM a handful? not many people follow this account honestly

10. How many followers do you have?

109 :) but a lot of them are inactive

11. How many people do you follow?

513 blogs but a lot are inactive too

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

yea most of them were about supernatural rip

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

hmmm I properly scroll through like once a day but when I just posted something I check the reblogs a lot

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

never, that's my personal nightmare. A few years ago when I got an even somewhat negative response to something I said on the internet I immediately deleted whatever it was lmao. It honeslty became a really big issue, I was genuinely terrified for over a year of leaving comments anywhere in fear someone might not like what I said. I'm getting better at that though!

So no, I don't think you'll ever see me argue on the Internet lol

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I really don't like when people tell me what to do so usually I will do the opposite djdj

but I did reblog the duck that saves me from those "reblog or something bad will happen" posts so I suppose I'm good!

16. Do you like tag games?

Yeee! I'm always surprised when I'm perceived by people, it's nice when someone thinks of you :)

17. Do you like ask games?

Also yeee!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

UHH many of them tbh. Mostly really amazing fan artists!!!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

YES all of them >:) <3

tagging @pyrrhlc @notorious-wanderer @artsytrash @therealpercyreed @dropinart (only if you want to ofc ♡)

#tag game #mieke rambles

[sonofaraven]

check-in tag

vera tagged me! @dependsonwhospitching hii i will indulge u a bit

1. why did you choose your url?

Its a ref to all the media w crows that i liked back in the day, we’re talking classic tmblr ya lit... the foxhole court and the raven cycle.. also it was my sports anime era (karasuno). its mainly about ronan tho (son of a bitch + raven). i dont rlly wanna give it up.. also corvids r pretty

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

this is my only side blog, n the one i use the most since im chronically online, i have a main obv but its a secret xoxo ( you have to go tru the trials and tribulations of figuring it out by yourself )

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

maybe since 2015? i made this one around 2016

4. do you have a queue tag?

i dont tag it but i have a queue n also i schedule posts randomly

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i wanted to keep most of my obsessions apart from my main, especially the anime posts

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it’s from my “i know the end” zayn comic, its pretty vague at the same time, i think i dont exactly wanna define myself as a 1d blog even tho i am rn, but hey i try to draw. smtimes

7. why did you choose your header?

fun story, to me. i chose it as an aes pic ages ago. i rlly like those tones n i matched them to my blog color. it was a couple years later when i realized it was from a ts 1989 shoot n now im a swiftie, so it stays

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

probably a fanart post from ages ago (probably from m*rvel) or that meme i made ( +ty for being best friends. -we literally never interact ) that every1 hated but loved to rb n i deleted after a bit

9. how many mutuals do you have?

that i “kind of” talk to, like 10 :)

10. how many followers do you have?

just a bunch, keeping a low profile on tumblr dot com

11. how many people do you follow?

444 (lots are artists pages or only post once a month or are inactive)

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

“a relationship should be 50/50. im a thief and you call me a thief.” but not often not.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

mental illness

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i dont have fights, no body has a problem w me n im always right anyway

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

hate. but i get where some of them r coming from sometimes

16. do you like tag games?

yes<3 even if i dont do them its like getting a little hi and a heart emoji from a mutual  whats not to like

17. do you like ask games?

i like the free compliments ones and i like sending them numbers, i dont often like answering questions tho

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

evryone of them is more famous than me  peace and love

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

yes but you dont know them. they go to another Blogging platform

20. tags?

not today. do it if u like, tell em i sent u ⭐

#sonofaraven talks #tagged #ty<33 this blogs been tru a lot idk what itll be next #lately im rlly into. rbing audio posts. n im hoping to get into reading more again

[sassykittynoir]

The Fashion Rebellion of Adrien Agreste || Part I

Pairing: Adrinette (Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Adrien Agreste)  Warnings: Mention of alcohol consumption. Words Count: 1,8k words. 

A/N: I would like to say a huge thanks to my dear friend @smileytrinity for her infinite patience and help and support, as well as @helgabatwrittings who motivated me to write this. @miraculouslyinloveagain, @sparklesfriend4700-blog I hope you’ll enjoy this Adrinette. Well, I hope everyone does. <3

His plan was devious. If Plagg's giggles were any indication, Adrien would say he had crossed the line between mischief and Machiavellian by a long shot... alright, maybe it was  an overstatement.

"What you’re doing is more dabbling into little shit territory than being an evil menace.” Plagg drawled over his shoulders, only to shrug in disinterest when Adrien remarked that Plagg's barometer was skewed when it came to chaos and mischief.

Evil misdoings or shenanigans, Adrien couldn't bring himself to care or feel an ounce of guilt. After all, a taste of his own medicine wouldn't kill his father.

The whole thing had started a few months ago. He didn't know how such an innocent idea had gotten so out of hand. But, could anyone blame him for wanting to get back at his father when his actions were marred by his malicious intent?

Adrien had once believed his father was an overprotective parent, but, as the years went by, gone was the blind trust he had placed in the adults of his life. The Lucid maturity replaced the juvenile naivety. The perfect family facade had long since shattered, a cold truth seeping inches by inches in its cracks.

The idea blossomed into a fully-fledged plot almost overnight. Mere hours after his father  —  well Nathalie  —  had informed Adrien that he couldn't attend Marinette's picnic because his schedule had been modified to accommodate a last minute photoshoot. He had been so irritated that —

“ — I really want to get back at him.” Adrien hissed, plopping down on Chloe's bed. He felt bad for the glare he directed at Mr.cuddly. The poor bear didn't deserve it. 

“I’m not going to pretend I understand why you want to attend this dwee — Marinette’s” —   Chloe relented at Adrien’s pointed look —  “Marinette’s picnic.” Chloe rolled her eyes in disdain, applying the finishing touch to her makeup: a glittery peach lip gloss. ”But this is utterly ridiculous. You're eighteen! You should have the freedom to go wherever you want to. You’ll have wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”

Adrien couldn't help the small huff of amusement falling past his lips. He took a deep breath in order to calm down. The last thing he needed was to be akumatized before the charity gala he was attending even began. At least Chloe — whom he considered his sister — would be attending as well.

“I have the perfect solution!” Chloe wiped out her phone, typing furiously until she reached the homepage of Versace’s online shop. “Retail therapy helps wonder. Care to put a dent in daddy dearest’s fortune?” She turned to face Adrien a grin on her face, the skirt of her haute couture dress swirling in a flurry of sequined organza.  

“You know he doesn't care about my shopping sprees, Chlo. I wouldn't have a climbing wall in my bed room if he did.” Adrien sighed suddenly deflated and laid his cheek atop of Mr. Cuddly’s head. He did give the best cuddles.

Chloe’s only answer was an noncommittal hum and joined Adrien’s on the bed. In an uncharacteristic gesture of comfort, she rested her hand on Adrien’s thigh “Do you know what he cares about? Your pretty face.”

“Go on.” He encouraged, cocking one eyebrow up in interest, mood perking up.

“What could make a designer angrier than seeing the face of his brand, his ambassador, publicly endorsing another brand?”

 Adrien could have kissed Chloe in sheer gratitude. “Chloe, you're a genius!”

“Yeah, I know. I'm just misunderstood.” she scoffed, one hand twirling a curl of hair framing her face.

—

“We don't have all night! Post it or don't, but make your decision. All this hesitation is ruining my appetite.” Plagg whined. How he could manage to sound so childish yet so disdainful at the same time was beyond Adrien’s understanding. Yet, the kwami had no trouble accomplishing such feat while sitting on Adrien’s shoulders, a slice of Camembert between his paws.

“Thanks for the moral support.” Adrien muttered. So what if he had been sprawled on his bed for the past hour, phone in hands debating whether he should be posting the video or not. To be petty, or not to be? That was the question. An existential question, one might add, as his finger hovered the share button on his screen. Teeth worrying his bottom lip. Should he really listen to the little devil on his shoulders? Should he even consider his opinion when his brain was still muddled? He had too many cocktails, tonight. 

“You’re thinking too loudly.” Plagg complained, words stretching around a yawn. “There!” he hissed, flying over Adrien’s shoulders to press share. “I posted it for you. It’ll teach your old man a lesson.”  

“Plagg!!” Adrien whispered, venom lacing his tone. “I can’t believe you did that! Two minutes in the drawer of shame!” He spat, opening the top drawer of his nightstand. 

An indignant scoff bubbled out the kwami’s throat. He titled his chin up in defiance as he plopped down on the plush pillows installed in the drawer of shame. “Just so you know, I’m going there on my own volition. A drawer full of silk pillows is hardly what I call a punishment.” he declared, petulant. 

“For someone who is supposed to be offended, you're certainly not eager to delete the video.” Plagg delivered the coup de grace in a disconcerting nonchalance, before eating his slice of cheese. As frustrated as Adrien was with Plagg, he had to admit, the idea had not crossed his mind once.

“I'm deleting it now.” Adrien declared just because he could, yet he made no effort to move.

"Huh huh. Sure you will!" Plagg retorted back. It took Adrien all the force he could muster not to dignify the tiny cat with an answer. He would be the better person. 

—

It had taken 8 hours of beauty sleep, for Adrien to wrap his head around the fact that he posted such a video of himself. He almost regretted his decision not to delete it upon waking up. Almost, but his head was pounding and he was never drinking alcohol ever again. After all, he did post, on Instagram, a 1:06 minutes long video of himself — two dry martinis away from drunkenness — singing along, no, belting along the lyrics ”Versace On the Floor” by Bruno Mars featuring Chloe’s judging looks, just to get back at his father. And yet, Adrien couldn't fight the feeling of satisfaction surging through his body when he noticed that #Versace was trending on all social media. 

The video going viral in a matter of hours? Expected. Fans sliding into his DMs?Anticipated. Nino freaking out over texts? Typical. 

What he hadn't counted on, however, was his video being broadcast on TV.  Adrien watched with stupor as a journalist reported — with supporting images  — how crowds of fan girls were waiting in queues outside of Versace’s boutiques to buy a dress. “Versace sales skyrocket after model video goes viral” read the words in bold yellow letters. He chocked on his eggs Benedict, eyes watering as he forced the food down his throat. 

“Oh, I’m was screwed. Father is going to kill me.” Adrien whispered to himself, voice barely audible over Plagg’s laughter.

—

”Dude you decided to kill the internet overnight? Were you drunk? Are you sure your old man isn’t going to kill you? You were on the news! The news, bro! -- every girl been gush-- ”

Adrien was trying to pay attention to Nino, he really was, but his attention was otherwise diverted by Marinette and Alya’s conversation. 

"He looked like an angel, so handsome. The disheveled look with the undone bow tie, and open dress shirt.” Marinette sighed. Adrien could hear the smile in her voice.

”Yeah, I know...” Alya interrupted, somewhat amused. ”-- He looked so good in his suit. His pant hugged his ass so perfectly. You've been gushing about him for two days, Marinette, two days.”  Adrien knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but who was Marinette talking about? Not that he cared, really. It was none of his business who Marinette was crushing on. She was just a friend. But why did he felt a sudden pang in his chest at the thought that a boy had caught his friend’s attention. ”I get it! Sunshine was stunning in that video.”

Wait. Hold on. What?! 

If sunshine was Adrien and Adrien was sunshine, did it mean Marinette had been talking about him? The Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Beautiful, creative, kind, intelligent Marinette? Marinette who was standing in front of him and currently paying for her caramel macchiato with a dash of cinnamon? That couldn’t be possible. 

Adrien.exe had stopped running. The epiphany short-circuited his brain. His eyes widened ever so slightly as the information finally sank in. His heart squeezed, then skipped a beat. And — 

 His train of thoughts came to a skidding halt.

"Dude, it's rude to stare at Marinette's butt like that.” Nino whispered in his ears and despite the fried synapses in his brain, Adrien still had the presence of mind to let out a noncommittal hum as an answer. Then, Nino’s words registered. A second too late if the knowing smile tugging at the corners of Nino’s lips was any indication. Blood rushed to his cheeks, tinting them a soft pink.

"You're totally blushing too! Are those thoughts appropriate?"

"I- I - I wasn't checking her out! ” Adrien stammered. Head shaking in disapproval. ”Marinette’s just... a friend. Yeah, a friend!” He forced the words out of his mouth in a breathless pant. ”Is she really though?” A treacherous part of mind wondered. Adrien didn't have to be a psychic to know — from the smug look on his best friend’s face  — that Nino was about to ask the same question.

”Oh shut up, Nino.” He mumbled, words devoid of any real vehemence. He was definitely not checking out Marinette’s butt. Not that Marinette’s butt wasn’t worthy of being checked out. She had a nice butt, and the way her skin tight jeans were hugging her in all the right places, leaving almost little to the imagination...Her legs, her toned, long, legs that seemed to go on for miles... Marinette was just perfect... From a perfectly platonic friend’s point of view, of course. It was just a friendly observation. Those were cute jeans, as a model he was bound to notice them. 

”You're still doing it.” Nino teased a second time, in his ears. The look Adrien threw his way was cold enough to freeze over the arctic ocean. Global warning solved with just one look.

A few minutes later, when the four of them were walking to their usual table in the coffee shop, drinks in hands. When Alya asked him “what’s got you so flustered, Sunshine? After the hip trusts in that video, it be must be quite something if it impresses you, huh? Adrien knew he was never getting out of this alive.  He was royally screwed.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrinette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #chat noir #ladybug #plagg #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #Moon writes

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

#did i have an announcement tag #announcement #also regarding work hsjkdfsd the company i work for didnt give my location the opening for the full time position i wanted #my managers all agree id be promoted if we had it but we dont so i . hee . #anyway um i hope everyones doing well #some of my moots changed urls while i was away and now i have no idea who anyone is #its like when you see your familys friends and theyre like omg youre so big now! i remember when you were a baby and youre like 🧍‍♂️ #and you have to play along bc apparently they remember you hskdfsd #im not very funny in this post but i figured id rather be honest considering my lengthy absence #consider this my comeback stage

[thxngam]

thank you @thumbllebee!

1. why did you choose your url?

it means gold in tamil and is something my mother calls me often. it’s sweet and it has personal significance so i figured i wouldnt outgrow it or something if i changed fandoms/hyperfixations. also its cute! i wanted just plain ol’ thangam but that was taken so i just put an x in there lol

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

nope! i suppose i should for like ~organization~ but no my followers are just gonna have to deal with me possibly taking a hard left into a different fandom 

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

idk? i had one when i was like 13 and i deleted it bc i never did hw bc i was always on tumblr. and then i got it again like a year ago? maybe longer? idk

4. do you have a queue tag?

i think so but i don’t use it very much lol

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i wanted to talk to people? i mean mostly its because there are a lot of gifsets and other content relating to fandoms i liked so i was into that and then people started sending me asks and i randomly reached out to people i liked on here (i have no filter on tumblr when it comes to starting conversation. i am very awkward irl but online my inhibitions are gone.) and suddenly i like. had friends. which was very weird bc this has never happened to me before but i love it!

6. why did you choose ur icon/pfp?

it’s me! the picrew i got tagged in was adorable (sorry i forgot who did but whoever it was thank you!) and i liked it so much that i made it my pfp!

7. why did you choose your header?

i liked the colors? i changed the whole theme of my blog to oranges and yellows to match the pfp and the header was with pretty colors and matched the rest of my blog. so. 

8. how many mutuals do you have?

idk actually? but i love all of you sm.

9. how many followers do you have?

125. but im sure some of them are p*rn bots and some of them are from when i was really into the mcu so. tww followers are probably less but i will say i am more vocal in tww than i was with the mcu.

10. how many people do you follow?

194! im not actually sure i care about all 194 people but i might? idk i know some of these are remanents of stuff i dont really interact with anymore

11. have you ever made a shitpost?

nope! but i love reblogging them!

12. how often do u use tumblr each day?

uh depends. when i was in the middle of school, not actually that often but now im so burnt out that i can’t really bring myself to do anything so its more often than i should. also i like talking to people so the temptation is high.

13. did you ever fight/argument with another blog? who won?

no i don’t think so! i mean. ive gotten weird anons and annoying commenters on ao3 but i don’t think ive ever straight up gotten in a fight. 

14. how do you feel about the “you need to reblog these” posts?

i do not like them at all. and then there are all these other people like ‘hey this actually happened to me!’ and im always like no. it did not happen bc of this post. the universe was smiling upon you but that picture of a goat you reblogged from a deactivated account did not help. they just cause stress and anxiety and i just--ugh. nope. 

15. do you like tag games?

yes! see this tag game for example lol. 

16. do you like ask games?

yes!! i love asks. they really bond fandoms too, so its not just people throwing their content into the void. asks allow people to get new ideas and get other creator’s thoughts and create relationships and i just. asks are so fun. ask games doubly so. 

17. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

idk? im not sure i know anyone? i think within subcategories of a specific fandom there are acknowledged ‘this person is amazing at this kinda fic/ship/trope’ but overall idk? (@claudiasjeancregg you are the queen of cj/toby and @jessbakescakes and @hufflepuffhermione you are both so damn good at josh/donna. @cauldronoflove you’re amazing at samjosh. i know without a doubt i am missing people and ships i care about but seriously. so good.)

18. do u have a crush on a mutual?

nope on account of never having met any of you irl but i love you all (platonically) anyway! 

tagging @claudiasjeancregg, @cauldronoflove, @welcometo-yourworld, @hufflepuffhermione, and @jessbakescakes!

#tag games #this was fun!