#leave me and my stupid captions alone

[moonstruckme]

hey :)) first off, i love the hozier caption in your bio. second, I’ve been reading so many of your fics recently and i think you’re sooo talented! i wanna be like you when I grow up (im 20 almost 21 lol)

anyways, I’ve never really requested anything but i wanna give it a try. I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader fic or a just remus x reader fic where’s she’s driving and accidentally hits an animal and is really upset about it but they’re there to help to her move it and comfort her.

i just hit a cat and im not taking it well. we think it was just a stray cause I left my number with it in case but no one has called. my family kinda, but not really, made fun of me for being so sad about it and i kinda just need something with the guys being so affectionate and loving with her after everything.

it’s totally okay if youre not up to it! I understand that it’s such a hard topic so I won’t be offended if you don’t feel comfortable writing in this.

thank you again and im sooo looking forward to youre future work!! you’re talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before (lady gaga)

Mwah mwah mwah <3<3

-aves

(sorry this is so long)

Hi sweetheart, thank you so much! (Is your username a Lizzy McAlpine reference? I love that) I'm really sorry you went through this, I've been fortunate enough to have never hit an animal but I've seen it happen and it's so horrible, I'm really sorry you've been dealing with this :(( I think you did the right thing by leaving your number with it, and I hope the weight of that trauma and grief is starting to lift off you my love. Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of killing an animal, reader feeling guilty

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k words

James hears the door and is up instantly, bounding down the hall to greet you and Sirius. 

“Hello!” he calls ahead, eager for company after being left alone in your flat for over a half hour. “You guys took your time today, I thought even Remus might beat you home. Was traffic a riot, or…”

Sirius is looking at him with panic in his blue-gray eyes, clearly trying to convey one of those telepathic messages James has never been great at interpreting, and you…you’re looking at nothing. Your gaze is distant as you work off your shoe, the area around your eyes puffy and gray with smudged mascara. 

“Hey,” James breathes, then feels stupid. It sounds like he’s accusing you of something. He tries again. “Is everything okay?” 

Sirius gives him a look that says What do you think? and crouches beside you to help with a stubborn knot in your shoelace. Your hands are trembling, James notices. Dread settles like a stone in his stomach.

“I’ve got it,” Sirius murmurs to you, fingers gentle as they intercept your own, but the alarm doesn’t leave his expression as he watches your face. Ah. As much as it kills James to see you upset, Sirius will have no idea what to do with you in this state. Tears have always set him on edge. 

James squats, joining the two of you on the floor. “Hi, sweetheart.” He does his best to keep his own anxiety out of his voice as his hand finds your ankle, fingers wrapping around the bit of skin between the hem of your jeans and your socks. “Has something happened?” 

Your eyes meet his already full of tears, and James braces himself. Sirius does too, by the look of it, his shoulders tensing as he watches your face like you’re about to crumble away to nothing right here on their doormat. 

“I—” That’s all you get out before you have to bite down on your lip to keep from crying. A tiny whimper escapes, and spider web cracks spread across James’ heart. A sluggish tear leaks from your right eye. 

“It’s okay,” he swears, though he has no way of knowing it. You press the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to quell the sobs that shake your frame even with no air to feed them. “Oh, honey.” James leans forward, wrapping you in an awkward but very heartfelt hug, your knees between his chest and yours but your head crossing the distance to wet his shoulder with your tears. 

A sympathetic pressure builds in James’ sinuses, but he does his best to breathe through it. Stability tends to help you more than sympathy in these situations, and since Remus isn’t home yet, it’s left to James to be the reasonable one (Sirius would have all sorts of jokes to make about that, but he doesn’t seem to be feeling up to them either). 

He gives you a few moments of reprieve, a few passes of his palm up and down your spine, before trying again. “What’s going on?” he asks, gently as he can. “You guys are scaring me. Sirius?” 

Sirius’ brow pinches like he almost doesn’t want to say it either, and the anticipation in James’ chest heavies. “We were driving home,” he says slowly, keeping a wary eye on you lest he worsen your upset, “and a rabbit ran in front of the car.” 

Relief nearly chokes James at the same time as a sympathetic sorrow takes ahold of him. He pets the back of your head. You tremble with the force of your crying, leaning into his touch greedily. 

“She was driving?” he asks quietly, though he’s nearly sure. If your reaction isn’t enough to go off of, he already knows that you usually pick Sirius up from work and drive the both of you home. 

Sirius nods. 

“It doesn’t sound like there was anything you could do,” he murmurs to you, cupping the back of your neck to encourage you to look up at him. You do, sniffling as your lip quivers, and James uses his thumb to brush a wet streak of mascara from your blotchy cheek. 

“It must have been so scared.” Your voice breaks on the last word and James’ heart along with it, leaving a throbbing wound in the center of his chest. 

“I doubt it had time to be scared, honey,” he tries to reassure you, but his own voice is fraught. He looks to Sirius. “Did you…do you know if it…passed?” 

Sirius is half hiding behind his hair, a sure tell of his disquiet, and it brushes his shirt collar when he nods again. “We weren’t sure at first, so I got out to move it off the road. It was dead.” He winces at his wording, and you bite down on your lip harshly. His tone softens as he addresses you. “I really don’t think it felt any pain.”

You look nowhere near ready to believe him, and James is preparing to offer to make you a cup of tea and let you sort out your grief at your own pace when the front door opens again, stopping when it hits Sirius’ side. 

“Oh.” Remus pokes his head through. “Hello. Why are we all sitting on the floor?” 

Sirius scoots the rest of the way out of the door’s path before deciding to stand instead. He speaks to Remus in a low voice while James runs a hand up and down your side in an attempt to soothe you. He locks eyes with Remus over your shoulder, watching as the taller boy’s gaze takes on the weight of understanding. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Remus wraps Sirius in a half-hug, kissing his surprised boyfriend on the temple before stooping beside you. “That must have been awful to have to see. Let’s get you up, yeah?” He wraps a spindly hand around your forearm, more encouragement than anything, and James grips your other hand as he stands to pull you up with him. 

Neither of them seem quite willing to break contact with you, walking you over to the couch like a newborn fawn despite your murmured I’m okay. Sirius follows close behind. The both of you look like you’re perching rather than sitting, unable to completely relax even now that you’re home. 

“It must have been quite a scare,” Remus sympathizes, sitting on the edge of his favored armchair. 

“A bit,” Sirius mutters, and your throat bobs. 

Remus cocks his head. “What’re you thinking, darling?” 

James almost wants to look away at the rawness in your expression as you raise your eyes to meet Remus’. “I just…I can’t believe I killed it. I’ve never” —your voice pitches, and you swallow again— “I’ve never killed anything before.”

 “It was an accident,” James tells you, beseeching. 

“You couldn’t have stopped,” Sirius says. His voice has an odd, desperate quality to it, and James sees Remus notice it at the same time as he does, both boys leaning forward to see Sirius better. For the first time, James notices—had he missed it before, or has it only just started?—that Sirius is trembling slightly too. James’ free hand twitches instinctively toward him, but his dark-haired boyfriend is only touchy when he’s in a good mood. He’s not keen on physical comfort; no matter how many years James has worked on him, Sirius has always preferred to keep his struggles internal. “Or avoided it,” he goes on. “It happened too fast.” 

Remus nods at you. “As awful as it is, these things happen sometimes. Hopefully,” he adds when another tear slips down your cheek, “never again to you, but selfish as it is, I’m glad you didn’t slam on the brakes or anything else that could have gotten you and Sirius hurt instead.” 

You glance at Sirius, and he gives you a weak smile, taking your hand and squeezing gently. 

“Nothing you could have done,” he whispers. 

Your lips tremble again. James watches as panic flashes in Sirius’ eyes, but he keeps it together. “I’m really sorry,” you tell him, voice wavering. “I shouldn’t have made you take care of the bunny by yourself.” 

James' chest aches as Sirius takes a steadying breath. “You were frazzled. Understandably upset,” he corrects himself, squeezing your hand again. This time you squeeze back. “It was a one-man job anyway.” 

You make a soft sound, leaning your head on his shoulder, and James has the sense something has settled a bit in each of you. He raises your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of yours as Remus’ eyebrows furrow. 

“Have you had a chance to wash your hands, love?” he asks Sirius, who blinks.

“No. I forgot.” 

Despite the heavy atmosphere, James actually feels the beginnings of a smile tempting his lips as he watches Remus forcibly quell his horror. “Right, then. Why don’t we go do that in the kitchen now, and I’ll make us all some tea.” 

“Good idea,” James says heartily, swiping his thumb back and forth over his own kiss on your hand. “Hey, could we take out the good cookies as well?” 

Remus hums what James chooses to interpret as assent, shepherding Sirius into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to James once the other two are out of hearing. 

He looks down at you. “What for, sweetheart?” 

You shrug, your shoulders remaining just a tad too high after the motion. You’ve stopped crying, and James is grateful, but he doesn’t think this shameful look is a vast improvement. “I feel like I’m being dramatic. And Sirius is the one who had to see it. He had to drive home too, I was too upset.” 

James’ battered, broken heart wells for the both of you. He forgoes his attentions to your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders instead to tuck you against his side. “You’re not being dramatic,” he promises, “okay? You and Sirius were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you both had to witness something awful.” Your head sinks onto his shoulder, and he rubs your upper arm. “I think it’s alright to be sad for a while. For yourselves, and for the bunny. Just, don’t torment yourself, alright?” He withdraws enough to see your face, and you tilt your gaze up to his. “Please. You don’t deserve the guilt.” 

Your eyes cast down, contemplative and a bit shy, a moment before your head comes back to its spot on his shoulder. “Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No thanks necessary, babe. You can cry all night if you need to, I’ll be right here. Just do me a favor,” he lowers his voice, glancing toward the kitchen, “let me sit between you and Sirius if you do. Many more tears and I think he’ll have a heart attack.”

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hi!! can i request a miguel x jealous reader? this has been stuck in my head for quite some time now..

it is no question that spiderman 2099 was hot, even if the people of nueva york haven't seen his face.. his huge frame and voice will of course gain him some fans. one day, reader overhears a group of young highschoolers, fangirling about spiderman 2099 and how hot he was. even showing off some pictures and videos to each other.

of course, reader feels proud since spiderman 2099 is their husband. but also can't help but feel jealous knowing that others also want miguel. they push it down though since getting jealous over a bunch of highschoolers was silly.

however, reader is more bothered about it than they thought and miguel eventually notices their sour mood. after some denying and coaxing, miguel finally gets them to spill the beans. he is extremely amused, and even finds it a little funny. however, he's still going to reassure reader that he is only theirs like the great husband he is.. 🥰 ending can be smutty or fluffy, up to you!!! ❤️

hii!! sorry for the hold up for this. this is cute I love it!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

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SUBTLE ENVY

miguel o’hara x f!reader

word count. 644

There was no doubt that Spider-Man 2099 was the talk of the town - his towering, masculine physique often the main focal point. When you'd overhear strangers on the street conversing about the masked menace, your husband, you'd be overgrown with pride - listening in on their encounters of being saved by him.

Many things made you feel proud to know Spider-Man so personally - to know the real man under the suit and mask. Though, some things about the title of the wife aren't as easy to stomach.

Daily, you'd see hundreds of comments online about how handsome your husband is - see fan-made videos and edits with questionable captions. For the most part, you enjoyed them. You loved to watch clips and compilations of the man you love, loved to see how liked and appreciated he is by the people of Nueva York. 

However, sometimes the comments would get the best of you. You'd see teenage girls swooning over him online - talking about how they wish to replace his wife. At first, they were small, inconsequential remarks, but over time, they changed how you saw yourself. They made you question if you were good enough for Miguel. You kept your issue to yourself - deciding your husband had enough on his plate and didn't need you complaining about something you could easily ignore.

You kept your problem hidden until one afternoon at your local coffee shop; you overheard a group of high school girls talk about what they would do if they had a minute alone with Spider-Man 2099. What they said should've easily rolled off your back, should've been something that you laugh off, something you silently agreed with, but no. They caught you in a vulnerable mood where you were sensitive to their infatuation, already feeling insecure, and all you could do was leave the queue and head home.

You return to your apartment and change into something comfy, slumping onto the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you. You put on your show and cosy up.

"Cariño?" Miguel calls out from his office doorway. "I thought I heard you," his tone warm and comforting as he kisses your cheek from behind. "How was your day?"

"Good," you absentmindedly reply, keeping your gaze on the tv ahead.

"Is that all? Querida? Are you okay?"

"Mh-hm." 

"Pms?" he asks, joining you on the couch.

"No," you chuckle, cutely shaking your head. "Don't think so anyway."

"You seem sad."

You smile sincerely. "It's nothing— it's silly, really." 

Miguel's head cocks to the side, sweetly looking at you with softened eyes. His large hand reaching for yours. "Nothing's too silly," he shakes his head, trying to emphasise his statement. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"Miguel, it's stupid," you warn, suddenly embarrassed. "Like, really stupid."

"I don't care."

You exhale, turning to face him. "I was getting coffee and heard a bunch of girls swooning over you," you confess, your words quietening.

"Baby..." he hesitates, an amused smile lining his lips.

"I know it's childish, but it just bugs me sometimes—it's not funny."

"Of course not," he reassures, his posture stiffening from your soft scolding. "But you have to see the humour in it, no?"

"How so?"

"Cariño," he sweetly coos. "I'm here... with you. No one else gets to see me like this. Only you see me without the mask," his smile widens, looking at you in endearment. "You're the only one I want. I don't care about the girls on the internet or in coffee shops, just you."

Your smile mirrors his as you lean into him, nestling into his comfort. "Thank you," you say, your words muffle into the buff of his side. "I appreciate it. A lot."

"Of course," he chuckles, draping a blanket over himself - getting comfortable. He kisses the crown of your head. "Always."

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[diorsluv]

casual , part 2

“ ‘cause i’m still hanging around ”

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next chapter notes ) like stated in the description under the au on the main masterlist… EXTREMELY SUGGESTIVE so let this be your warning 😭 yall r freaky bitches tho bc I REMEMBER THAT ONE CHAPTER IN FEATHER 🤨🤨 the influx of notes i had on that chap was insane also this chap’s a short girlie butttttt hell week is incoming so im either gonna have more short chaps or less longer chaps 😓😓

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust

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[woso-fan13]

Whumptober 2023: 10

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

It’s the last night of camp, and tradition states that a team movie must be watched. Everyone had gathered in the room that you were sharing with Georgia, sprawling across the beds and onto the floor. 

You weren’t even sure what movie was playing, too focused on your phone. You wished you hadn’t started looking at social media tonight, now unable to look away. The more you scroll, the nastier comments that you read. People were saying horrible things about the way that you played both in the last game and in general. There were compilations of all of the mistakes you had made- both recent and from your time on the U teams. It was awful. 

One post in particular was your breaking point. It was a photo that you had shared of yourself playing football as a toddler, a giant smile across your face. The caption was heartless, talking about why this little girl would have made so many lives better if she had quit. 

In a fit of emotions, you throw your phone at the wall. You’re desperate to get those awful things out of your head. 

All of the eyes in the room immediately lock onto you, watching as you struggle to process. Georgia stands up from her bed, walking over to sit next to you. She puts an arm around your shoulder and wordlessly pulls you into her side. 

You turn into her shoulder, sobbing. Everyone else watches on- shocked. Eventually, Leah gets everyone out of the room, leaving you and Georgia alone. She didn’t know what was going on, but she figured you didn’t need an audience. 

“Shh, bug, what’s going on?” she asks you softly. 

“I- I-” you stutter, “they’re right”

“Who’s right?”

“Everyone- the people online. I’m not good enough, I made stupid mistakes and I caused the team to lose.”

It’s quite for a moment, Georgia processing what you said. 

“Oh, my love, you didn’t cause us to lose. You know that, football’s a team sport- win together, lose together.”

“Yeah, but I was bad. If I had been better, the team could have been better.”

“You were perfect, sometimes we just lose. You can’t listen to those people on the internet, what do they know?”

“They have proof, tons of videos of me failing. G, help me,” you’ve dissolved into tears again. 

Georgia pulls you into a tight hug, knowing that the words she has to say won’t affect you right now. Instead, she focuses on pouring all of the love she can into you from her embrace. She rocks the two of you slowly, occasionally making a shushing noise or pressing a kiss to your hair. 

“I know, I know, it’s awful. Just get it all out, we’re going to figure this out.” 

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[heejayy]

JJk || Crushing pt. 2

Warning •

Genres • suggestive

Characters • Nanami, gojo, Toji x Reader

a/n: Toji and nanami were hard characters to write for. I pulled this shit outta my ass! I tried to make it accurate as possible to the characters and their personalities 😭😭

Nanami

Nanami oh Nanami 😌

If he’s taken a liking towards you he’ll pay more attention to you.

He’s so slick with it, he’s the type to woo you with his actions

He’s very observant, he finds out what makes you tick, what makes you laugh, and what annoys you.

He also likes to surprise you with gifts.

Say if you mention running out of your favorite makeup product, he’s going to get it or posting a pair or shoes or a dress on your Instagram story captioned “must have 😍” then you will have it!

He also likes to treat you to lunch and dinner.

“Hey if you’re not busy tonight do you mind if I offer to take you out to Luce’s?”

Some high class Italian restaurant

Something simple and classy, omething that screams Nanami

You two had a wonderful time at the restaurant he picked out and he ordered the best wine.

When the wine was starting to kick in you found tipsy Nanami 1,000 times sexier. He was more loose with his words, with a slightly unbutton dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his cheeks tinted pink.

Instead of him having an intense crush on you it’s more like the other way around.

God you wanted to pounce on him and he knew it too.

You enjoyed his company and he enjoys yours but you ended up leaving before you could consume anymore wine.

When he dropped you home he watched as you walked into your apartment building.

Hips swaying side to side made something twitch in his pants.

Boy does he have plans for you

Gojo

Man whore! (Only for you)

Like I said in my other hc you could never tell when he’s flirting he’s literally flirts right everyone!

But you? You are so fine to him!

The way you walk, talk and your attitude…the man is obsessed

He says and does the stupidest shit just to piss you off.

Like every time he sees you he makes a stupid pickup line

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” Goja smirked leaning up against the kitchen counter

“Gojo leave me alone, don’t you have students to train?”

“One more, one more!” Stupidly you stopped walking to hear what he was gonna say “if we were squirrels would you let me bust a nut in your hole.”

“GOJO!”

Gojo is just dirty lol

But aside from him playing around he truly does like you

He the type of person that’s gets a crush and immediately cuts off everyone he was talking to, like he knows he’s going to end up with you.

The way he really locked you in is when you two were sparring one late night, you left open a weak spot, he hit you causing you to fall but you had strong grip on him so he fell with you…in the most questionable position

Gojo liked it while it made you flustered.

Had you weak in the knees…literally!

In all honesty the man just wants you to pay attention to him and take him seriously…even though most of the time he’s not being serious.

After that night you couldn’t stop thinking about him in the most vile way

He knew he had you then

Toji

*sighs* Toji…

He’s a tough one because Toji doesn’t fall easily.

Matter of fact he doesn’t fall at all

Toji? With a crush?! L O L

But it was a different story when he met you. You both were hired to assassinate a well known sorcerer and whoever killed them first got the money.

To your luck you finished the job first and Toji wasn’t happy, he was set to kill whoever took his money.

“Tsk tsk tsk you were too slow handsome, you like to take your time while I like to get the job done quick and easy.” You figured he’d be upset and come after you so you kept an eye on him.

God he wanted to be mad but he couldn’t. He eyed you up and down salivating at the mouth, he wanted you.

He watched you draw your weapon expecting a fight, but instead he raised both hands surrendering.

“Sorry love I didn’t know it was you, you’re right you won fair and square” he backed into the shadows where he came from

You thought that was it but he didn’t leave you alone.

The man stalked you…

On missions, at the grocery store,…through your window!

You’d think Toji wouldn’t care about someone this much but see I said he doesn’t fall easily when he does he falls HARD

I mean he’s obsessive and possessive

The man doesn’t even have you yet and he considered you his.

“I know you’re there Toji quit stalking me!”

“I just want to give you a little present doll face.”

You soon gave in to his little kind act and you two started to take jobs together.

He couldn’t get enough of you. Your scent, your smile, the way your eyes twinkled when you were about to do something evil.

He loved it.

And this might be bold to say…but he might even love you-?

nvm it’s Toji we’re talking about 🤨

JJK Masterlist

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[trashprinceward]

EVERYONE LISTEN UP, THIS IS IMPORTANT!

I'm going to talk about the history of Tumblr, the current state of Tumblr, and why you should get out.

And you can call me a hypocrite, sure. But as an artist who depended a lot on commissions and art sales, I only came back to Tumblr because this is where the audience and active fandoms are. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be here.

So, you've probably heard people calling tumblr "the queerest place on the internet". Probably more ironically that sincerely, lately. But the reason for this is that, at one point, it was true. Tumblr was synonymous with gay shit, all over the internet. That was this site's reputation. To the point that what the right wingers call "woke" these days, used to be called "tumblr shit". Tumblr was the BIGGEST resource for LGBT+ communities, information, advice and connection. That was here, on this site. Ask boxes thrived with friendship and fun games, artists got regular commissions and their work was shared. And, as much of a cliche as it may be to say this, Tumblr was a 'safe space'.

Then everything changed in 2018. I don't know how many of you were here for that, but that's when all this started. That's when we had porn bots. They'd start reblogging random posts, adding pictures of straight up porn. Naked people, straight up fucking. No tags, no warnings. Just uncensored porn and those stupid "click here to fuck me" captions. They were everywhere, constantly. And staff did nothing about it. No moderation, no kind of adding verification or new accounts. They just let the problem fester. Why should they care? Until they were threatened with being kicked off the app store, at least. Then they moved to do something about it.

So, instead of pulling together a human moderation team, or temporarily limiting new accounts, or doing any kind of intuitive policing of these spam bots, they just decided to make a blanket ban of all NSFW content, the enforcing of which would be carried out by AI bots. This, as you can probably guess, was a monumental failure. Anything that remotely looked like naked flesh was tagged as mature (a particularly infamous example features a picture of sand dunes being tagged as mature). And perhaps most tellingly of this failure, it didn't get rid of porn bots.

What it did get rid of though, was artists. Myself included. I was a mature artist. I had a NSFT sideblog. I sold commissions, I made money. It wasn't exactly career level, but I made enough that commissions helped me to eat when all my money went on bills. Then that was gone. Even SFW art wasn't entirely safe, because if the bot decided that your art had too much "skin" in it, you were flagged. (And at the time, I drew a lot of Jojo art, so I was screwed on that front.) So I had to leave. To find a new site where I could post my art, and try to continue selling commissions. The problem with this? Only a handful of people followed me offsite. I had roughly 300 followers on here. About 5 came with me to twitter. And then about 2 came with me to pillowfort. I had lost everything. Artists all over lost their following, lost their support, lost their income. All because people couldn't be bothered to boycott their funny fandom website.

But that wasn't all. Because now staff saw they had an opportunity. This bot they had created, was going around flagging anything mature, sometimes outright deleting posts or banning blogs that were too 'NSFT'. So... What group is often inherently seen as NSFT or sexualised? Yep, you guessed it. The queer community. And so that's what they did. They struck it all down. The biggest LGBT community on the internet, and they used the "porn ban" excuse to start flagging and deleting blogs. Never touched the nazi blogs, or the white supremacists, or that one blog that would doxx gay people in homophobic countries. Nope, they were left alone. But the most prominent, notable and well known queer blogs were gone. And again, the majority of the userbase was ok with this. They stayed.

I left this site for 5 years. And I tried to make it work elsewhere, I really did. I went to twitter. But over there nobody retweets work, nobody comments on your art. I only had like 2 regular supporters. I haven't gained followers in YEARS. Literally the only reason I still post to twitter is because Airdorf retweets FAITH fanarts. I tried going to pillowfort, which is honestly like a BETTER version of Tumblr. But, it was empty. Nobody was there. I even offered to give out free invite links to pillowfort so other people could join up too! Nobody ever responded to me. So I gave up. After 5 years with almost no interaction, almost no commission sales. No friends, nobody to talk to, nothing to do, nowhere to go... I came back here. And interaction is so much better (even though it's still a struggle to get people to actually talk to me). But I hate being here because I know what this site is like.

Also I know how complacent people are. The things they did back then, they're still doing now. Flagging trans women as mature, straight up banning them for no reason, spreading around campaigns of hate. Its STILL happening. And you're all still here sitting "oh this is awful, this website is transphobic" and then go back to reblogging memes. I saw a poll recently that asked what people would do if tumblr closed down or kicked them out, and the majority answer was just "give up social media completely" and it's like, really? There are plenty of alternatives out there. Artists and creators, and LGBT activists and whoever have been BEGGING you to join us, but you just wont. People would rather sit in this sinking ship till it goes down than make the leap and follow us into the lifeboats.

And I'm saying this again now because there have been talks about tumblr making a deal with midjourney. Because they want to feed all our art, our selfies, our hard work into the AI slop machine. So history is repeating itself again, and once more artists will be begging you to please come with us. Please get off this site. Please come to a place that isn't actively trying to get rid of us.

Me... I'll be staying here as long as I'm able because this is the only place I have any kind of audience. But if you can, if you care about friends, if you care about artists, if you care about queer people. PLEASE come with us. If the worst comes to it, then I'll be leaving for pillowfort. Please, PLEASE come with me. I have invitations, I can send you one so you can join. Send me a message and ask me. Just please, don't die with this place.

#tumblr #artists on tumblr #transphobia

[clearlyclairesblog]

Okay I have something that's probably not going to make it to AO3 so I'll post it here because it's short but sweet and I really like it?

I'VE GOT THE MOVES, A LESTAPPEN STORY.

The both of them wake at the exact same time, each to their own phone ringing.

Max reaches for it sooner than Charles, so he's the first one to hear his agent screaming in his ears.

"I-we what? Who d- Lando? Christ."

At the other side of the bed the same conversation is being held in a mix of English and Italian.

"No we didn't want to co- Cazzo (shit). Non ci credo (I can't believe it). What do we do now?"

They hang up and sigh. The simmetry of their gestures would make them laugh in any other circumstance but they're just too upset to bother.

They look at each other, trying to read the other's mind.

"I'm sorry."

Max is the first one to speak. He knows this is going to affect Charles way more than himself.

"I shouldn't have invited you to that stupid party."

Charles doesn't say a word. The expression on his face is hard to read. He looks as if he wants to speak, but each time his lips part they soon find each other again and no sound comes out.

Max's phone rings once again, breaking the silence.

" It's - uhm, it's Lando. He probably wants to apologize. What do I do?"

"Put him on speaker. I want to hear what he has to say."

His tone is cold and Max doesn't like it one bit. He does as asked.

"Lando. Just so you know, you're on speaker mate, Charles is here listening as well."

"Guys fuck. I'm sorry. Like, really sorry. I didn't mean to post that picture. Shit I wish I never took that at all. Charles I'm - fuck, I don't know what to say. I'll delete it stat."

"Don't. Leave it there."

Max looks at Charles with a frown of confusion on his face.

"Everyone saw that already so what's the point."

"Charles I really am sorry. I wish I d-"

"Yes Lando, you said that already. You wish you hadn't posted that. Still, you did."

"Lando, mate, we appreciate your apologies. Don't do anything. We'll call you back."

With that, Max hangs up and crosses the bed to reach for his boyfriend.

"Hey. Talk to me. Let's analyze the situation together, yes?"

"What's to analyze, Max? Lando outed us. Not that I didn't want to but, shit, I wanted to at least tell my family first?"

"I know schatje, I know. But we can either face it or let it destroy us and I don't honestly want it to affect us more than it should."

"Ferrari is going to hate me."

"Well, I'm sure Marko is somewhere having a heart attack right now. I'm dating a man and that man is Charles Leclerc? Oh he's probably dead by now."

That puts a little smile on Charles' lips.

"How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm not. But I am worried about you more than I am angry about this whole thing."

"I want to see the picture. Did you see it?"

Max shakes his head as he grabs his phone and opens instagram.

"It's on Lando.jpg right?"

"I hope. It's normally just Carlos that ends up on his main."

Charles is hugging Max from behind, his head resting on Max's left shoulder to look at the phone.

The first pic on the post is one of Charles alone, dancing to the music. There's a caption, too. <<He got moves ya know.>>

Typical Lando, really.

Max is scrolling the other pictures but what really captures Charles' attention is the comment section.

-Daniel.jpg: Omg. I'd never top this thread, that's for sure.

-Estebanocon: I didn't know but I'm happy.

-georgerussell63: Should have posted me and @ alex_albon but alright.

"Well, at least we look cute?"

Charles kisses him on the head.

"Of course we do, it's us."

"What th- did you known people actually gave us a ship name?"

"A ship name? Like.. Like, Ferragnez?"

"No idea who they are but I guess, yeah."

"Man, if you're going to publicly be my boyfriend you have to learn more about Italy"

Max chuckles at that. It never ceases to amaze him how Charles fused himself with Italy, Italians and all things related.

"I stopped eating pineapple on Pizza, I think that's a start. Anyway, there's plenty of comments about us where they call us Lestappen."

Charles reflects on it for a second.

"Lestappen?"

"Yep."

"I don't like it."

"I do."

"Of course you do, it's your surname basically."

"Someone's jealous."

"I'm not je-shit Max, look at this."

f1: we knew it from the Austrian podium 👀

"Is that admin for real?"

"To be fair we did almost forget we were not alone on that podium."

"Schat, you won. I couldn't care less about what others would think. Like I don't right now. I love you and you love me, so fuck everyone else."

"We still need to fix this, tho. Deleting it won't do it, we just need to face it properly."

"You want to schedule an interview or something?"

"They will probably make us do one anyway. But like, we should address it."

"Give me the phone."

Max pulls the phone from Charles' hands and starts to type.

"There you go"

maxverstappen1: you should see the other moves he got.

"Max!"

"What? It's true. You got the best moves in bed, babe"

charles_leclerc: I know I got the moves. Thanks for letting everyone know. @ maxverstappen1

pierregasly: @ yukitsunoda0511 you owe me 20 bucks.

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen

[bug-eyed-bum1234]

🦢Twitter Snooper 🦢 (Fem! Y/N/Tim Klitz) (1/?)

Word count: 837 (I know its short! Sry!)

Tags: Mature, profanity, overall pervy-ness from Eli, no actual use of Y/N, reader works for Onlyfans, fairly tame!(so far...)

"Hey guys!! Merry Christmas! I bought a set just for this season. I hope you all enjoy <3" The caption read. You were posed in a cheeky, lace lingerie set with green and red accents. You had been posting on twitter ever since you turned 18. You caught many peoples attention quickly, and it helped you realize a path you hadn't thought of until then. OnlyFans.

Twitter would be the perfect place to advertise it, and you would be making money off of something you already enjoyed doing.

That's how everything started. Klitz’s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt.

“Hey Klitz, you good man?” Eli chortled, eyebrows askew. “Yeah you seem a little shook up” Matt agreed.

“Yeah I’m fine! Just another stupid thing Elon is doing.” He wittily replied, coming up with a lie as fast as he could. Eli was the one who suggested to scroll Twitter when he got bored of the porn tapes he “studied” for film school.Klitz’ s eyes shot open, mouth hung, pupils darting from Eli to Matt. Klitz agreed just to get himself away from watching it with his friends on a big screen, at least this way he could have a little bit of privacy. That is when he came across your picture. He didn’t even recognize you until he opened up the picture fully just to see your face greeting him.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get a drink, want anything?” He timidly questioned the tripod.

“Yeah just a Dr. Pepper.”

He shifted his way towards the kitchen. Phone still open in his hand, hidden against the cloth of his khakis. He opened the fridge door, a little more security between him and the living room. He lifted his phone, opening your profile. He inspected your bio, profile picture, and even your banner just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. Your profile pic was you with a soft, pink filter wearing a bikini top with pastel, heart shaped cups. Your banner was a pattern of those candy hearts with phrases like “Lick me” and “Cutie”.

Your bio simply said: “Miss me! Miss me! Now you gotta kiss me! ~<3”

He stood there trembling, feeling so hot even in the cooling air of the open refrigerator. He imbedded your username into his memory, taking a screenshot just in case. He grabbed the drinks and headed towards the living room.

• • •

Klitz’ s phone buzzed. At first, just a quick *bzzzt* then silence, he decided to ignore it when suddenly the buzzing became rapid. Klitz gave in and opened his phone, greeted with Eli’s name sprawled across his screen a numerous amount of times. He opened the text.

(Eli:) Dude “something with Elon”??? Bullshit. What good shit did you find??

(Eli:) Im being dead serious dude, what did you find??

(Eli:) Istg answer me dumb fuck

(Eli:) wait, was it someONE?????

(Eli:) OH MY GOD DUDE WHO WAS ON TWITTER?

(Eli:) ARE THEY INTO YOU? ARE YOU GOING TO FINALLY NOT BE PUSSYLESS KLITZ???

(Eli:) wait. No i cant lose my virginity after YOU. Im coming over.

(Klitz:) First of all, no girl was hitting on me. Second of all, dont come over. Im studying and dont need more of a distraction than you are already providing me. Third of all, Its my phone, my business, my shit. See you at school tomorrow.

Right as he hit send, the “bing” was accompanied by the “ding-dong” of the doorbell.

He opened the door to a playfully aggressive Eli and perplexed Matt. Eli pushed Klitz into the living room and onto the couch, spewing out ridiculous accusations along the way.

“You can’t lose your virginity first, that’s not happening, I’m not going to let that happen!” Eli spat, pacing the room, punctuating the sentence with pointedly wagged fingers towards Klitz.

Matt’s ears perked up.

“Wait, Klitz do you have a girlfriend?” He interjected between the interrogation scene.

“Guys, no. I don’t have a girlfriend, no one is hitting on me, I’m no where close to losing my virginity soon! Leave me alone Eli, and check your texts, geez.”

Klitz put his hands up in defense and defeat.

Eli’s eyebrow quirked up.

“You still haven’t answered if you saw anyone you recognized.” He prodded.

The room fell silent then erupted with wise words from Eli.

“So you did see some puss!” He whisper shouted while scrunching Klitz’s shirt, shaking him about on the couch.

“Ok! Ok! I will make a deal with you. If you leave right now and don’t blow up my phone, I will tell you at school. Deal?”

Klitz bargained with the horndog, which was immediately accepted with full enthusiasm as a hand came down to Klitz’s, shaking it jarringly.

“Deal!” He exclaimed with immense force. He quickly hurried Matt and himself out of the house, feeling as if they got out fast, the truth would get to him faster.

Klitz flopped sideways on the couch with a sigh. He opened his phone and into his twitter.

He had a lot of “studying” to catch up on.

Authors note: This was supposed to be posted around christmas, sorry it's so late! This is just one chapter! Im not sure how long the series will go on. I hope you enjoy! :)

#paul dano #danonation #tim klitz #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #klitz x y/n #klitz x reader #klitz x you

[waiitiridge]

✨️Don't mind me, just peptalking myself and spewing it into the void ✨️

Its really strange having a following on social media. I've made so many friends and gotten opportunities I wouldn't have without it. Overall I think I've found a little slice of heaven online. Its 90% kindness in my corner and the other 10% is inevitable. I think the hardest part has been seeing the numbers. It's ingrained in us to view these numbers as a currency. More = better, less = worse. They aren't really numbers though, they are (mostly🤖) people.

I would never expect the attention of hundreds of thousands of individuals. I wouldn't even expect a room full of a dozen to all pay attention to me so why does it feel like rejection when the numbers drop? I know it's just people's tastes changing, people growing, or expeting something different. Why does it feel like someone is saying "I don't like you"? Why does it feel like something in my life is actively leaving me when I don't even know the username, let alone the person, leaving? I hate that I have to see the stupid numbers when I go to my profile to find a video in my saved folder. I don't want to know "how many people left me" last night. There is always this voice in my head that it means I've done something wrong, that I've harmed someone to make them leave but I will meticulously crawl through my videos to see what could have been misinterpreted or left without explanation and I can't find anything that stands out. I start to wonder if maybe I'm just too stupid to see it. Too ignorant. Too cold hearted. If maybe I'm not meeting the expectations of kindness I set for myself. Maybe I'm not funny, just strange. Maybe it makes people feel uncomfortable. I should dial it back. I should think about dialing back personality to make sure I'm more palatable... but if people don't see the real me, who would they be following?

So I do it. I put myself out there. I make the silly videos with my authentic dopey self on display. I put together a little video, a slice of my day, like a diary. I love capturing all the bits. The lighting, the flowers, the bees and trees. The way my ducks waddle after me or the food I made. Marbles sleeping and her paws twitching. I love film and photography as an art form. Finding the angles and lighting to capture the feelings the moment is giving me in a way I can share with others. Part of it is so my daughter will have a way of knowing me and how I saw the world when I'm gone. I would give almost anything to have something like that from my own mother. To see how she saw the world and maybe have some clues for the unanswered questions she left me with. Outside of art and memories, film is just fun. I love finding music that's inspiring and seeing how each sound can change the entire energy of a clip. Like lining up words for laughs or tears. I would do it all again and again even if no one was watching. It's like a game where I'm trying to find the story in my day and pull out just 1 second from each moment to tell it in a way people who weren't there might enjoy watching with no context. Sometimes i win and people love it! Sometimes I think I've got something really great but no one sees it so I don't get to know whether it was watch worthy or just average. Sometimes people do see them and just dont like them, which I personally find better than not knowing.

Social media is a fickle beast. You have algorithms crawling captions for trending words - Heartfelt messages that use descriptive language beyond buzzwords wont do. You have filters looking at the videos themselves for clips that match what it's looking to push - Was every shot photo perfect? Was the lighting good enough for the filters to pick out my face or cute animals? The sound suits the video perfectly - but is it trending? What's the like to view ratio, what about comments and is that enough or are they weighing saves or shares more? Did I leave a comment somewhere or interact with a post that was too political? Am i off the fyp because of it?

I love data and being able to look for trends but statistics tells you not to play lotto, not how to win. As with gambling, it's about learning your limits and sticking with them. Knowing what you're willing to lose and never going beyond that point. If I win a bit, great! If I lose, I lost what I expected to lose and hopefully had some fun in the process ($10 on lord of the rings slot machines when in vegas was a $10 experience I was willing to pay for, plus they gave me a drink!). While I feel that sense of rejection when seeing the numbers, I know I have lost nothing. Making and sharing the art with the friends I've found is worth the sense of insecurity. Absolutely, everytime, YES. When I think about it objectively, outside of my profile page with my social currency on display, I don't care at all about the numbers. It's about the people. I love seeing what my friends have to say about the ducks this morning. I love chatting about what to grow next season or seeing all the ideas for crafts I'm thinking of. I love hearing other people's stories of their own similar experiences. I love the recipie ideas. I love finding people who want to sew and helping them find the right patterns or machine or troubleshoot. I love talking about tinyhomes and what works and what doesn't. The friendships I've made are invaluable. I get so much warmth, love and support. They don't wax and wane with the faceless numbers. This is why I continue. This is the part that matters. This is what the social mediabexperience is all about, actually socialising.

#social media #pep talk #spewing my thoughts into the void

[sickiebabytae]

If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things. 

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do. 

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up. 

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :( 

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself. 

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please." 

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up. 

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob. 

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you." 

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so. 

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat. 

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

#hello..? #😀😀😀 #im here! #its been so long im SO sorry #please forgive me 😞😞 #but im back!! (hopefully) #i really want to try to get more fics out after this because i really do miss writing #until then tho #emeto tw #emeto #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon #(ive also never really written joon before so this was fun for me) #okay bye! 💗 #i also havent completely proof read this so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes 🙏

[velvetstreets]

I had a story idea where jack is in a relationship with the reader biy one night he gets really drunk and sleeps with some girl and he forgets to ask for nda and her phone and she sneaks a picture of him and post on IG and there’s a big scandal going on how he’s a cheater and when he finds out he goes straight to the reader and finds the house empty well her side he knows he fucked up and the reader just disappears no one heard of her or nothing not even the reader parents she was just gone if you wanna add like years later she re appears however ending you want it 🫣

A/N: AHHH FIRST ANGST FIC LETS GOOOO, I hope y’all like 🫶

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You body was stiff. You couldn’t tell what you were feeling - anger, pain, disgust, disappointment. A mixture of all of them really is what you felt as you sat in your shared bed, which was currently empty and alone of your boyfriend’s presence.

“Jack Harlow caught cheating on girlfriend with random girl!” Read the headline. You wanted to cry but the tears were caught in your throat instead. You could ask a million questions as to why, who, how, but it didn’t matter anyways. He still cheated, that was the point. He cared so little about you that he went and had sex with this random girl, instead of coming home to his girlfriend of 3 years. You weren’t gonna wait around to hear shit from him. He wanted to be out all night and not come home, leave no texts or calls, and fuck some random bitch? Then you decided you wouldn’t give him the chance to ever explain himself, or try and charm his way back to your good side.

You got up and started packing your things. Pictures, clothes, shoes, toothbrush, trinkets that commemorated memories with Jack, all of it. By the time you were done, it looked like you have never even entered the apartment before. It looked empty and alone, just how Jack had left you. You opened the door to leave the apartment and looked back at it one last time. You held back a sob, your heart clenching at leaving something you once recognized as home and love, was now just an apartment.

Jack’s POV

Jack woke up in a bed he didn’t recognize, and a girl he didn’t know who was in the process of putting her clothes on. His head was throbbing at any sound and the sunlight that peeked in through the window was excruciatingly bright.

”Morning, baby.” The girl smiled at him.

“Fuck.” He thought.

“Don’t call me that, I don’t even know who you are. This was a mistake, it meant nothing.” Jack glared at her.

“Don’t try and pretend you don’t know who I am now Jack, you were moaning my name all last night.” She smirked at him, putting a heel on.

“Shut up, just leave.” He told her, the guilt eating away at him.

She frowned at him, grabbing her purse and walked out the hotel room. As the door closed behind her, she looked back at it as she waited for the elevator. She looked through her camera roll, selecting one from the previous night with Jack. “Hmm we look cute.” She smiled at the screen before posting it on instagram, with the caption “he came home cause the kids missed him 🥰”. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened as she smiled and walked in, letting the doors shut as chaos was about to arise.

Jack was about to call you when he got a mass income of texts and dms. He opened them, and his heart sank. A picture of him sleeping with his arm wrapped around the girls waist and his head nuzzled her neck as she wore a cheeky smile.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! How could I be so fucking stupid, the fucking NDA.” Jack groaned, hitting himself in the head. Not only did he cheat, he didn’t have the decency to keep it on the low before he told you; now it was out everywhere. He couldn’t imagine how embarrassed and angry your must’ve felt.

“Y/N-“ Jack gasped from his silent sobs. He distraughtly grabbed his phone, pressing you contact number several times, letting it ring before hearing your voicemail and then repeating the same actions.

“FUCK!” Jack yelled after several tries, knowing that he couldn’t get through to you because you had now probably seen the headlines. He wiped his face from the tears that had slipped. Jack took a deep breath before grabbing his keys and phone before heading out the door. He jumped in his car, speeding to your shared apartment as he continued to try calling you. Once he pulled up, he jumped out and sprinted to the door, his thoughts all jumbled but ready to work this out with you.

“Baby?” He called out, taking his keys out of the door. The living room looked a little bare, which confused Jack as he continued further into the apartment. He finally made his way to the bedroom and that’s when his heart officially broke. You were gone. All your clothes were gone from the dresser and the closet. Your hair and skin products gone from the bathroom. Pictures, jewelry, perfume, trinkets, any and all signs of you were gone.

“Baby, n-no.. she- it was a m-mistake..” Jack let out a broken sob as he sunk to his knees. It wasn’t until he saw the gold plated “J” necklace he had given you on your 6 month anniversary, that Jack broke down. You never took it off, never went anywhere without it, it was a token of your love - that you were Jack’s and he was yours. And now it sat here on the bed. He knew you were serious, and well within your rights to be. Jack felt he could just talk to you, explain everything, he’d be able to fix it. He called your friends, parents, anyone he knew to figure out where you went. None of them knew, or refused to tell you - which was valid.

“I’m so sorry baby, s-so so sorry, Y/N.” Jack’s voice cracked as his words floated around in the empty apartment.

4 Years Later…

Y/N POV

“Which popsicles do you want, baby?” You said as you turned into the frozen aisle with your cart.

“Orange!!” Your 3 year-old daughter cheered, and you laughed.

“Orange! I thought you wanted Cherry!” You teased her and she stuck her tongue out in response.

“Eeewwww no, mommy.” She said and you smiled at her. You opened the freezer door and grabbed the orange popsicles and tossed them in the cart. You looked down at your list before a voice brought you out of your trance.

“Y-Y/N?” His Kentucky accent shining through as ever. You froze and slowly turned around.

“Jack?” You uttered out in confusion. What the hell was he doing here, and not in KY or Atlanta?

“HIIIIII, my name’s Imani!!!” Your daughter cheerfully waved at Jack.

Jack’s eyes widened as he waved back.

“Is she- is she mi-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“No.” You said sternly, the hurt still present from his actions from 4 years ago. You hoped he didn’t notice the way her curls were extra curly, the way her dimples dug into her cheeks, and how her laugh was just like his. She was like him in every way, which broke your heart a little to see so much of Jack in her, but she got his best qualities so you were nevertheless so in love with your little creation. You found out you were pregnant a few weeks after everything went down. At first you didn’t know what to do, your emotions all over the place because of Jack, and now the growing baby that was in you. Eventually you decided she was something that you wanted, with or without Jack. Yeah you should’ve told him, but you figured you wouldn’t see him again and it was better for the both of you to be without him.

“Look Jack, it’s good to see you, but we have to go, I’m sorry-“ you stammered, turning to push your cart with your child away from Jack.

“No wait-“ he gently put his hand on your arm.

“Even if she isn’t mine, I’d still treat her like she is. Please y/n, let’s just talk.” Jack pleaded with you.

You looked up at his blue irises that you had secretly missed so much. Tears brimmed your eyes, and you bent your head down, shaking it.

“I can’t. I can’t Jack, I’m sorry. We both did things we shouldn’t have, and defiantly didn’t handle them well. But I’ve moved on, I can’t deal with this now, I’m over it.” You exhaled.

“Shit, I can’t do this right now. I gotta go.” You turned again, turning your attention back to Imani as she had started to open snacks you hadn’t paid for and babbling at Jack even though he wasn’t paying attention - being more preoccupied with you.

You stated to walk away quickly, before he called your name again.

“Please. We don’t have to do this now, but if you ever want to, please just call or text me. Anytime y/n, I’m serious.” He said giving you a piece of paper with a new number on it. You nodded, taking it from him and shoving it in your purse.

His hand lingered on yours for a moment.

“I still love you..” he whispered. You felt the tears rushing to your eyeline again, and decided you had to get out of this, immediately.

“You should’ve thought about that when you were fucking some other girl.” You said harshly, with a twinge of pain at the end. “Goodbye, Jack.” You said before pushing reaching in the cart to pull Imani out and exiting the store, leaving all your un purchased groceries there.

Tears streamed down your face as you made your way to your car.

“Mommy ok?“ Imani softly asked, looking at you.

“Yeah baby, mommy’s okay.” You smiled at her. She leaned in and kissed you and you let out an emotional giggle, not understanding how such a perfect human came from you and Jack. You buckled her in her car seat and got in the drivers seat. You looked at your purse which had Jack’s scribbled number peeking out of it, taunting you. You shook your head as you started the car and pulled out the parking lot, confused about what steps you’d take next, if any at all, with Jack.

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#anon #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb

[kninedlog]

I swear I think that Wooly is not just Sam (in my game theory bag, Mat was really onto something I'll give that video that at least.) but also Jordan Cook, the poor little brother that was "kidnapped" and taken away from Joanne Cook. The woman Riley's aunt Kate was getting letters from in the beginning of the game.

THIS THEORY IS REALLY STREATCHING BUT IM PUTTING MY THOUGHTS OUT THERE IN THE POND OF IDEAS TO GET IT OUT MY HEAD, more under the cut. This is very very very long and I refuse to split it apart into seperate post.

- I say this because again, not only was Wooly showing off parently behavior like GT said, but I also see the behavior of just a mature child.

[Small tanget to justify up above: Speaking out my ass here but when I was growing up, (and I'm talking about single digit ages) I had a simmilar personality to the sheep, where if the people around me where taking the topic to inappropriate places or dark themes, I tried to either tune it out or redirect it to more child like things so that the adults around wouldn't be suspicious or so that we wouldn't get introuble. Kids aren't stupid.]

- I don't remember which update it was from the game jam version but y'all remember that picture that was beside the TV of the two kids, with the boy giving the little girl a piggy back ride. I forgotten about this too until I was watching the first GT video about this again fun and now I'm here. Keep that image in mind.

(now stay with me here please)

- Go to official Amanda TikTok and give them a follow and then check out this specific video, where the caption is only praising the truly fire sound accompanying it, but watch what the two are doing! https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT81JtDrw/

- A piggy back ride like the children's photo from that one update!

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I'm speaking out my ass, but please let me cook!! Hear me out!

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- I suspect that Jordan might one of the first ever victims (other than Rebecca) of HaMelN Entertainment doing their whole demonic shizz.

- With that in mind, think about this; what if before they "tested" it out on Sam and put him in the show as Wooly, they were so confident in their chances of success for summoning whichever of the demons they wanted, that they just started the whole shebang and plopped Jordan right into the whatever and made him Wooly after luring him away.

- But to their surprise, they find that Amanda (Rebecca) is fighting back way harder in turning the evil possession away because of the comfort of having another child around to experience this scary stuff with her. She's not alone and she feels confident enough that she and whoever she can see is inside of Wooly can figure this out and maybe get out too.

[Incoming Tanget: Throughout the game her efforts to try and fight back the possessions or the influence of whoever demon is in her are so lack luster and dry; with the exception of the "What's a family?" tape where's she's actively crying and screaming while undergoing the transformation; that I believe she's mostly given up when Riley is around and we as Riley are seeing what's happening.]

- After some time though, Amanda (Rebecca) starts to loose hope and control leaving it up to Wooly (Jordan) to still try and tell whoever is watching to help them, with subtle hints and clues.

- He can't speak about it directly or else Amanda will cut him off or hurt him. And we only see her actually hurt hurt Jordan Wooly.

[Another Tanget: You might be thinking, No we see her hurt Colton Wooly too, and to that I say, Nay! Because With Colton Wooly all the actions are cut off screen, yes, but that pertains to both, AND the aftermaths with Colton Wooly that we see; talking about the "What's a family?" Tape again; is a thousand times tammer than what happens to Jordan Wooly in vr1 of "Uh-oh Accidents"]

- I personally see two distinct types of people in Wooly depending on how deeper you go to finding secrets and getting to that final Amanda tape where she tell you that she, Rebecca is still out there.

(After finding out that each base tape has at least three different versions based off what you do and say on it, this is what I concluded)

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- Wooly 1 (Jordan) is the Wooly that we see durring,

Tape 1: In the kitchen) All versions - Where everything goes as planned and they player/Riley answers everything correctly. Where the player/Riley is disobedient and gets Amanda upset. And when the player/Riley burns the kitchen down with the toy oven.

Tape 2: In the neighborhood) All versions - When the player/Riley plays as intended in both scenarios. Where Amanda is sending a package to Kate and then the one for Wooly's birthday. As well when the player/Riley is disobedient for both.

[Tanget: The question Wooly asked "Uh, Amanda, maybe some of our friends can come back to the neighborhood?" Implies that they weren't the only kids there in the past. And then when the player/Riley continues to type anything else but Wooly's name at the end of it, the "???: Gosh, I guess you really forgot..." Helps me out on this case too]

Tape 3: Uh-oh Accidents) vr1 - The one where Amanda hurts Wooly knee, in all possible scenarios when the player/Riley is being helpful or disobedient

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- Wooly 2 (Sam Colton, Rebecca's Dad) is the Wooly we see in,

Tape 3: Uh-oh Accidents) vr2 - Where Amanda drugs Wooly and tries to attack him with medical equipment.

Extra EP tape 4: Everything Rots) All Versions - Where Amanda is being grossly fascinated with death and rotting things and Wooly, kinda like a parental figure is trying to pull her back in line kindly until he can't anymore.

Extra EP tape 5: What's a Family) All Versions - Where Amanda and Wooly go to the Zoo and Amanda starts to talk about family slowly making Wooly regress into a mindless animal.

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In conclusion I think Wooly has two minds/souls/spirits(?) In him and that's why throughout the game you can see him sometimes being whimpy and more afraid of Amanda than anything else, and other times sticking up for himself and calling out Amanda's (more so the demon taking control of his little girl) BS

Thank you for taking the time to read my insane ramblings!

💖 It means a lot!

Bonus: The joke tape for hackers of Wooly just sitting there for 10 min, is truly nobody. It's actually just Wooly the character before any soul was put into it to give the character a real personality.

#speaking out my butt #amanda the adventurer #slight theory again im just talking

[craw-dacious]

Review of made weak by time and fate, but strong in will by dialux

Summary: I really really enjoyed this fic, the characterizations made me actually like the characters like A LOT. Some characters were underdeveloped, but thats alright because it’s such a lily/James focused fic. Ending was good but a little unfulfilling. I do think some of the dramatics and action became more confusing than true plot devices, but it would have gotten very very long with full transitional throughout the book. Criticisms aside, incredibly well written, amazing prose, and truly beautiful symbolism. I read this in about 24 hours.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter by chapter review, from someone brand spanking new to marauders fics (not harry potter)

Chapter one

Wait why is lily calling him Jimmy is that a thing

This chapter is long asf

I need to read up on how magic works, I know Lily is a super good witch but this seems unrealistic even for her

But also the hurt comfort is going to go crazy I already know

Just leaving your baby and almost dead husband alone in the woods is wild

I sincerely hope Snape still sucks complete ass, I hate him and his little monologue does nothing to help

NO WAND BRUHHHH

Overall: I am currently crying. That poor girls mom is dead. Am I confused about pacing? Yes. Am I cringing at the little “I am Thanatos” line to end it? Yes. But, overall the vibes are fantastic and I’m loving it.

Chapter Two

OMG lightning scar!!1

Thor as a wizard is funny bc im imagining like the marvel actor with a big fat wand

Literally how did they forget about Sirius bruh

Calling him Jimmy is getting on my nervesss like I guess its cute but it just does not fit his vibe

Why am I crying again

“Courage dear heart” my mommy captioned an insta pic of me chopping my hair off with that when i was like 9

Recap: the lightning is throwing me big time, like im so confused by what it means. Seems very symbolic and shit but also cool as fuck for James

Im excited for Sirius to be involved

Chapter 3

Crying again bruh Sirius never found out abt regulus in canon so sad

Recap is just that the fic is fire, I like all the dynamics other than thinking remus is a little underdeveloped and I dont understand the earth magic stuff. Excited to see baby harry again

Chapter 4

Crying AGAIN this regulus bullshit is so sad

Wtf are remus and James up to bruh

Lily is so convincing like she’s a genius

I really want to understand lily more as a character. Had a dream we were friends during my sick nap today and she was just Gracie and I called her a mudblood :/

This ritual magic shit is cool as fuck, im sure its not as prevalent in other marauders fic but its slaying

Remus and Sirius being so gay but not enough brother

Recap:

Huge plot shit,, how could this possibly get wackier sillier love it. (I know it’s like scary I just like the creativeness a lot) worried about Narcissa and craving some redemption/mention of Draco bc Im me. Need to see harry. Need to see harry baby harry

Chapter 5

THEY’D SAY HARRY DID IT I FORGOT IT WAS HER MAGIC THAT KILLED VOLDY

Threatening to raise Malfoy as not racist and it working is insane

James is actually so dumb racism is always bruh

But Severus is stupider how does he think his poetic shit is going down in Lily’s head??

HOW DID SIRIUS NOT DIE

HOW DID NO ONE DIE

No baby harry is criminal. Like actually criminal. Im losing it.

RECAP FULL:

I really really enjoyed this fic, the characterizations made me actually like the characters like A LOT. Still feel like Remus was underdeveloped, but thats alright because it’s such a lily/James focused fic. I do wish we’d had some sort of epilogue, I want baby Harry so badly. I do think some of the dramatics and action became more confusing than true plot devices, but it would have gotten very very long with full transitional throughout the book. Also Lily definitely told Petunia shed leave Harry for a couple days and then was gone for weeks. Like its insane.

Numerical: 8.2/10, lost one full point for "Jimmy"

#marauders #wolfstar #fic rec #fic reviews #jily #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew #harry potter #gay shit #remus lupin

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Don't Die on Me - by Cmakesp - Rating: Explicit - Words: 1236

Summary:  After a near-death experience, Geralt and Jaskier comes to blows, and later...to an understanding. [Subtitled/Captioned Video Inside]

Your role - by Ineedtherapy (gethelp) - Rating: General - Words: 1643

Summary:  A month had passed since Geralt had finally found the courage to kiss his bard. He’s bad with emotions, but the Witcher is very happy to have his lover by his side: But is that also how Jaskier sees it?

“You’ve also told me several times how much you wish for me to leave you alone and be out of your life. You’ve not asked that of me a single time since I started spreading my legs for you.” Jaskier finally broke eye contact and shrugged. “It’s not the way I’ve hoped for, but seems like you found some use for me.”

Penance - by tupti - Rating: General - Words: 2342

Summary:  Because Jaskier deserves a proper apology for the mountain and proper treatment for his burned hand and also a proper hug.

It's Not Fair How Much I Love You - by Fireshadowktreva - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 2780

Summary:  I started with let's send Jaskier back up that mountain to yell at Geralt like he deserves and it just kind-of went from there. Jaskier is angry, Geralt is sorry (but won't fucking say it), the dwarves are good friends. Summaries are hard.

The Tentakel - by Cmakesp - Rating Explicit - Words: 2899

Summary:  A monster gets too handsy ( or more like tentacley) with Jaskier...much to Geralt's annoyance.

i'll list off all the ways i love you (but i won't say a word) - by  haleofStilesheart - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3067

Summary:  Geralt's searching through Jaskier's bag for a recent contract when he finds a list instead. A list full of warnings Jaskier's written himself and they're all about Geralt.

Here We Are - by Cmakesp - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3320

Summary:  Jaskier's flirtatious attitude pushes Geralt to admit his attraction to Jaskier. [Fully voiced acted Podfic]

What you deserve - by Wians - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3506

Summary: When he and Jaskier become lovers, Geralt doesn't expect it to last. Or, Geralt's insecurities and self-loathing meet Jaskier's flightiness in romantic relationships.

Get Used to It - by Melimelo - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3705

Summary: Jaskier was used to be asked to leave, or shown to the door without sparing his feelings. So it didn't surprise him when Geralt finally snapped and pushed him away, at the top of a mountain. Didn't surprise him in the least. To the witcher's credit, he'd stayed the longest.

take my heart and make it strong - by deadpooled - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4185

Summary: Jaskier actually understands maybe a quarter of whatever the hell just happened, and that’s being generous as is. Call it shock considering, as used to near death as he is from all those years chasing after a Witcher, having the Reaper herself flaunt in front of his face on several occasions in just a few minutes is a bit more draining. And there is the unspoken topic of what to do with him now that he doesn’t have a use.

Music is no solution - by TheCrownprincessBride - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4318

Summary: “The same people who just insulted you, sang ‘Toss a Coing’ with me in chorus just a few moments before that. Do you understand? I’m casting pearls before drunks! The stories I’m singing about, the messages I want to convey, they…” he gestures at his head, “they don’t stick. Lost in ale and stupidity.” He lets himself fall backwards, and Geralt winces when his head thumps against the wooden floor. “I thought I had the solution. I believed in the power of words, the power of music. But it’s a lie.”

*Jaskier has self-doubts, and Geralt is there for him.

he loves me, he loves me not - by jaskiers - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4898

Summary: “Your boyfriend has gotten really good with his weapon.”

Geralt hums in agreement. “Hm. He’s a very fast lear– wait, what?”

“What?” Vesemir repeats.

“That thing you just said… about Jaskier being my boyfriend.”

“Yes?”

“Jaskier’s not my boyfriend.”

There’s a pregnant pause.Vesemir blinks. “Oh.”

(or the one where everyone realizes Jaskier has feelings for Geralt... except for Geralt, because of course he’d be the last to catch on.)

(Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself) Will it ever get better than tonight? - by xianvar - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6250

Summary: Geralt looks down at Ciri with his face so soft that Jaskier knows his own smile must go dopey, but, well. He can’t really be blamed, can he, with a display of such open affection in front of him? It makes his chest go all weird, so painfully sweet that he just wants to keen. Geralt meets his eyes, still with that same soft expression, and Jaskier — Jaskier has to look away, because otherwise he’ll do something stupid, like walk over to Geralt and kiss him, or confess his undying love, or all sorts of things that could destroy their newfound friendship in a heartbeat.

born to blossom (bloom to perish) - by MissDinahDarling - Rating: Explicit - Words: 6458

Summary: Jaskier thinks he has a pretty simple relationship with sex. Until he begins sleeping with Geralt. Until he begins falling for Geralt. Until. Geralt says the wrong name in bed.

Of Idiots, Icicles, and I Love Yous - by onwardorange - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 6787

Summary: When Geralt shows up at Kaer Morhen one winter with Jaskier in tow, Eskel and Lambert assume they're in a relationship. The only problem with that assumption is that Geralt and Jaskier are not, in fact, in a relationship. Or, the one in which everyone at Kaer Morhen is an idiot.

Purple Honeycombs - by TheBobblehat - Rating: Mature - Words: 7249

Summary:  After a particularly disgusting tussle with a water hag, Geralt takes a bath in a nearby stream, leaving Jaskier to wander in his leisure time. He finds a beehive chock full of the most delicious honey he's ever tasted. Soon after, however, he begins to feel funny. And Geralt, naked in the spring, had never looked so positively scrumptious...

I’m Following You - by jeffersonshattricks - Rating: Mature - Words: 7330

Summary:  Jaskier has been traveling alone since the mountain. Moving from town to town, never settling, always alone. Refusing to deal with his feelings, and what happened with... the witcher. He's been wallowing in his feelings, drinking, being sad. Until one night in a tavern. He turns around, and Geralt is there, looking at him. Jaskier wants nothing to do with him. But Geralt won't. Stop. Fucking. Following him.

well, maybe we got lost in translation - by rcfthns - Rating: Not Rated - Words: 7900

Summary: They sleep with each other a lot more times after that. It always ends the same way. Jaskier has yet to stay with him in bed; as soon as they finish, he’s gone, taking care of himself, leaving the place next to Geralt cold and empty. He’d lie, if he said, that it doesn’t hurt. Geralt thinks, they’re in love. Jaskier thinks, they’re just sleeping together.

Sex Spices (Grounded) - by cortexikid - Rating: Explicit - Words: 9228

Summary: “You’re fine, it’s fine,” Jaskier muttered under his breath as molten heat began to warm him from the inside out, “it’s just some...some silly magic, you’ve had worse. Gone through worse. You can—" Geralt leaned down to speak to the inn-keeper, stooping over at an angle.Jaskier’s eyes locked on the line of his shoulders, trailed down the length of his back to halt over his ever-surprisingly bountiful derriere.“Shit.”

aunt flo(wers) - by PenAndInkPrincess - Rating: Mature - Words: 10513

Summary: Jaskier is twelve the first time he doubles over to retch and brings up only flowers. His nanny comes running when she hears him screaming between mouthfuls of petals, and she clicks her tongue when she finds him doubled over in a pool of flora, eyes wide and streaming with tears. He’s convinced he must have done something very naughty and been punished by the gods for it. He had felt a new way when he saw a new stablehand through a window, and the gods must have thought he was being bad, and now he’s going to die from flowers of all things.“Oh lovey,” his nanny says sympathetically, rubbing his belly where the muscles ache already, “it just means you’ve got a very special heart.” Jaskier gags again, spitting up daffodils and forget-me-nots into a basin, the entire room filling with a cloying floral scent. “I don’t want it,” he says firmly. If this is what having a “special” heart means, he wants one that’s mediocre. He’s never seen his sisters throwing up flowers. He wants one of those hearts, instead.(Jaskier has had an affliction that makes him vomit flowers since he was a child). (He finds the entire thing obnoxious, frankly).

Revived Promises - by frogcryptids - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 12212

Summary: Jaskier took a step forward, almost bumping his knee to Geralt’s. He handed him the deep brown box, unaware of how familiar it had become to Geralt’s eyes. Without another word, but with one last small wavering smile and glance at him, Jaskier turned around and left. The door softly clicked into its lock after it closed behind him. — Jaskier came back one spring carrying a small box he tries to hide from Geralt. Geralt’s curiosity won’t let it go.

Morning Star - by coffeeandcas - Rating: Explicit - Words: 12635

Summary: Jaskier and Geralt have parted ways, for the final time as far as Jaskier is concerned. Hurt and bitter, he wants to forget all about Geralt of Rivia and move on with his life. The trouble is, Geralt just can’t let him. Set immediately after the events of S1E6, Rare Species.

Pale Shadows Of Forgotten Names - by kissesntea - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 12935

Summary: He knows Geralt came back for him, knows he was at least not lying when he said he missed him (though how much is anyone’s guess), knows he trusts him to travel with his…his little family, to help keep them safe or at least not make things worse, but he never assumed it went beyond that. — In which Yen is a good bro, Geralt Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore, and Jaskier loses his mind. And Ciri sleeps through it.

With a Sigh and a Smile - by SoldierOfMyShadowyMind - Rating Teen and Up - Words: 14043

Summary: “If you’ve twisted your ankle, pride won’t heal it.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he wants to bite his tongue at his harsh tone. His punishment is instant. “Pride?” Jaskier echoes sharply and a flicker of pain passes across his face when he turns around and puts too much weight on his right leg.Geralt knows that Jaskier won’t come to him if he’s hurt. The knowledge sits bitter in his mouth. Slowly, he reaches out a hand and takes a step forward until he can touch Jaskier’s elbow. “I merely worry.” After a moment, Jaskier nods but then tired blue eyes meet his and Geralt doesn’t know if it isn’t all slipping out of his grasp. “I know. I wish you wouldn’t, sometimes.”

Or: Jaskier decides to learn how to fight. Geralt doesn’t take it well.

place your hand in mine (how long can this last) - by Curlscat - Rating: Mature - Words: 15089

Summary: "What does the spell do?” Jaskier asks desperately. “Other than make Geralt cling to me, I mean?” “Nothing else,” Yennefer says. Saintly. Smug. “You’ll be stuck with a second shadow for a week or two, though.”“You can’t fix it?” Jaskier asks. Geralt’s hand is firmly inside Jaskier’s chemise, now, and he tweaks one of Jaskier’s nipples. Jaskier slaps at him and says, “Stop that!” // Jaskier accidentally gets Geralt cursed to want to touch him at all times. Since they still haven't really talked since Geralt broke Jaskier out of jail, this means Jaskier is doing a lot of pining. Geralt's probably having a rough time, too. Not that he'll say it out loud.

Sun & Moon - by ontheskyidance - Rating: Mature - Words: 16619

Summary: Geralt has allowed Dudu the doppler to escape in Novigrad. Months after, this decision comes with consequences.

Or: The Witcher and The Bard are forced to realize they have feelings for each other.

Notes Too Low To Play - by WithThisShield - Rating: Explicit - Words: 16923

Summary: “Jaskier,” Geralt says with thinly veiled exasperation. “Tell me you did not inhale it.”“I didn’t inhale it…?” Jaskier laughs nervously. Geralt sighs. “For a bard, you are remarkably unskilled at lying.”He can smell the pheromone shift already, as the spores take effect inside Jaskier’s body. The scent clouds his thoughts, and he struggles to focus on anything except… well. Gods-damn, it’s going to be a long night.

religion's in your lips (even if it's a false god) - by rcfthns - Rating: Mature - Words: 18192

Summary: “Fuck,” Geralt groans, “You’re beautiful.”“Eh,” Jaskier dismisses, as he gets up. “He’s fine, but I wouldn’t go that far.” The witcher gapes at him, his mind going blank.“…What the fuck, Jaskier?” he chokes out after a long pause.

Jaskier hasn't been himself as of late and Geralt is afraid, he knows just the reason for it. (No, he doesn't.)

louder and louder - by smolpot8o - Rating: Explicit - Words: 37852

Summary: Geralt tries to puzzle out why Jaskier keeps following him into danger after danger... completely missing the obvious. There's too great a gulf between what his witcher senses pick up, and what his damaged heart is willing to accept.

// "The bard’s heart always beats faster whenever the witcher draws near. That isn't unusual. So do the hearts of most humans he encounters. Not only do they blanch and recoil at the sight of his white hair and amber eyes, but they begin to sweat, the stench of their fear a sour tang at the back of his throat.But the bard never seems to reek of fear."

What for do you yearn? - by s_a_b_i_n_e - Rating: Mature - Words: 25575

Summary:  In the aftermath of the fight against Voleth Meir, Geralt is busy cleaning up the mess around him and planning his next moves. Too busy to realise that a very important part of his plans has disappeared—Jaskier.

overcome - by PenAndInkPrincess - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 38136

Summary: “I’m not planning on leaving you,” Geralt says on their fourth evening. The witcher doesn’t look up from the bestiary he’s been scrawling corrections in, a pastime of his that Jaskier knows drives other people crazy when they get their books back.Jaskier blinks at him in surprise. “Since when was that in question?” He asks, slightly alarmed at the idea of it.Geralt makes a noise of frustration.“It wasn’t,” he says, his face creased in the way it always is when he has things he wants to say but doesn’t know how to. He sits back and gestures at Jaskier with a vague hand gesture. “You’re just…clingy. Like you’re afraid I’m going to try and leave you.”

(Drawn by a competition but afraid of a dark figure from his past, Jaskier manages to convince Geralt to attend with him) (Now if the witcher would just stop asking why)

Value - by didoandis - Rating: Explicit - Words: 43184

Summary: “Seriously, brother,” Teodora says, “you’re wanted for treason, what in Melitele’s name did you do?” “Nothing,” Jaskier tells her. “It’s just that my soulmate’s the warlord of the north.” She stares at him, open-mouthed. And then she begins to giggle. “Only you, Julek,” she says when she finally has some control back. “You did always like to be dramatic.”

The four lives of Julian Alfred Pankratz: noble, sex slave, soulmate, bard.

No Chance, No Way - by faghalforc - Rating: Explicit - Words: 43327

Summary: A year has passed since the mountain. Since he last saw Geralt of Rivia. He's been... coping, how he can. Then, he helps Yennefer, and gets locked up because of it. Now, all Jaskier wants is out of this god damned cell.He gets out. Just... not how he planned.

Refuge in Lettenhove - by Descarada - Rating: Explicit - Words: 65566

Summary: Geralt and Ciri are on the run from Nilfgaard. After a narrow escape from certain death, they seek refuge in a Lettenhove court. Geralt is shocked to find that the viscount, (and secret leader in the resistance) is none other than the man he scorned on the mountain. But Jaskier is acting as though he’s never met him before in his life.Is this is the chance Geralt needs to set things right?

Cause with You, I'm More than Good Enough - by DianaMoon - Rating: Explicit - Words: 67654

Summary: "Every insult, every criticism will be marked upon you, forever reminding you that you are nothing but a simple, pathetic human, who thinks too grand of himself." Well, it was a good thing young Julian was already used to being criticised on a daily basis. "If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!" Jaskier wasn't sure if the pain crackling through him was from the curse or his heart breaking.

Or: How Jaskier was cursed from childhood, and manages his way through life, seeking a cure, and finding the White Wolf instead.

Series

lost souls and reverie - by  glorious_spoon - Words: 5248 - 2 Parts (1 is Mature, 2 is Explicit)

Colors of Attraction - by senashenta - Words: 8597 - 6 Parts (1 - 5 are Explicit, 6 is Teen and Up)

Flora - by chaya - Words: 55253 - 3 Parts (All Explicit)

#geraskier #geraskier fic rec #geralt/jaskier #geralt of rivia/jaskier #fic rec #fic recommendation #witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher fic rec #witcher fanfiction #geralt of rivia #julian pankratz #jaskier

[inkedmyths]

S1: E12 "Faith"

Brought to you by Crepe bribing me with Flight Rising money

[ Kayla asks if it was worth it to sell your soul to capitalism. Crepe said yes. I agree. I may have to endure on but now I have more money for my dragons. This will, unfortunately, always work on me. ]

Cuz you gotta have faith-uh faith-uh faith-uh

Oh we're starting out with the Winchesters? No mysterious deatb if some random person?

[ Kayla interjects with Carry On My Wayward Son. I get flashbacks to playing it on repeat when I initially began this journey. ]

Oooough closeeeet Dean I'm sure you're scared of that

[ Kayla asks Crepe if Dean does any homoeroticism in S1 aside from being too happy about getting pinned to a car. Crepe says no. This does not matter to me, I will make the joke anyways. ]

There are children! Hello children!

Ew what is that

UH Dean buddy that canNOT be healthy

HOSPITAL

HEART ATTACK???

Hi Dean! You look like shit!

:(

Dean you are too chill with your mortality but also Sam is WAY too not chill about it

JOHN WINCHESTER PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE. BITCH

Sam. Sam no

I mean I know Dean is still sround for however many fucking seasons but

DEAN DID YOU BREAK OUT OF THE HOSPITAL. MORON

Why are you both stupid

[ Kayla says this is the parentified child vs child he parentified effect. Which. Yeah fair. ]

Dean: Sam what kinda crazy religion place are you bringing me to

DEAN STOP FLIRTING WITH EVERY LADY YOU MEET. DUMBASS BITCH

[ Kayla says that he's a whore and to leave him alone. That the sluttiest thing a man can do is be an older brother. Kayla is this some kind of kink for you. ]

GOD NO I DIDN'T EVEN GO TO ONE OF THESE KINDS OF CHURCHES BUT. HRGH. HORRIBLE. I want to leave

LMAO CALLED OUT DEAN

LAUGHING im sorry watching Dean get throwm on the spot. Poor dumbass

Go up Dean this is your personal hell now

[ Crepe says no, wrong season. Lovely. ]

Dean having that face that I feel so deeply in my soul whenever someone tries to preacg Christianity to me

FUCKING. HAND AGAINST HIS HEAD poor Dean's face shshshs

UHHH WHAT WAS THAT. WHAT WAS THAT FIGURE

Oh. Oh my god it traded his life for his

O h n o

This is interesting and good but its also so fucking spooky the vibes

Ohhhh something. Something wanted Dean to live.

[ Kayla and Crepe go back and forth about how Supernatural is technically a horror show, though this is dropped somewhat in later seasons. What the fuck did I get myself into. ]

What the fuck is up w/Layla (Leilah?)

Oh :( poor girl

And Dean was the one who got healed so he's :((

"Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter?" man

Dean's like 😟

Chick in the woods? Girl whats up?

Girl is abt to die for this old guy

A REAPER?

The music shdhdhdhsh

Thats pretty banger ngl. Whats this song anywas.... Death In The Valley?

NOT ME LOOKING IT UP ON SPOTIFY AND GETTING A PLAYLIST FOR SPN SOUNDTRACK?

DOG LEASH ON A GREAT WHITE

SCREAMS the guy handing out pamphlets "Roy is a fraud"

Dean: Amen brother

Sam: You keep up the good work!

Man: Thank you

God its so interesting storywise but also the vibes are Upsetting

Sam committing breaking and entering all by himself good for him

IS THE CHURCH GUY MURDERING PEOPLE HE DOESN'T LIKE BY SAVING OTHERS

HE IS. HOMOPHOBIC! LITERALLY

GOOOOOD SHIT FUCK nooo i dont wanna watch anymore I don't like confrontation and oough BAD VIBES

Im turning on captions hold on

LAYLA I KNEW IT

Noooooooooooo besties I Cannot

Guys this is UPSETTING

I keep pausing 😭

I'm like stop starting bc I would rather read than hear WHASGSFAFAF

[ Crepe is grinding in Coliseum on Flight Rising to pay me more so I watch more. I can't tell if I'm genius for this or not. ]

Oh the poor guy screaming and Sam being like WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT

Oh I stopped started so much Netflix crashed LMAO

Hrrrgh yeah yeah ok compelling but I want to crawl up a tree

Oh shes still praying

AH YES DEAN GETS TAKEN AWAY. ARRESTED. AGAIN

Ohhh its his wife.... his wife couldn't stand to lose him.... oh.......

"God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work." hey who gave this show the right

[ Kayla says "Remember when I told you this show was sometimes really good?" I tell her to fuck off. She says I'm only proving her point. I call her a bitch. This has no effect. ]

SAM BESTIE U DID IT TO SAVE DEAN CAN U NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONFLICT HERE

LMAO DEAN JUST YELLS AT THE COPS AND THEY CHASE HIM THATS SO FUNNY

A+ plan buddy

Godddd the vibes are so ick and tragic but man

MAN I LOVE WHEN THINGS TAKE CHRISTIANS AND MAKE THEM FUCKED UP

Dean buddy get ready to run again

"The Lord chose me" NO IT FUCKIN DIDN'T

Sams gonna like smack her huh

Oh that Reaper did NOT like being bound

Something something metaphor for controlling death

Winchester Patented Guilt Complex

Oh she still has faith even when she's got a bad diagnosis :(

GODDAMMIT NO DONT

; - ;

So like Dean Winchester Aetheist Extraordinaire saying "I'm not much of a praying type... but I'll pray for you" is something that can be so personal actually

Don't. Don't touch me go away

Fuck you guys for making me watch this show I'm tearing up I hate you all

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In conclusion: OKAY DEAN WINCHESTER LIKERS MAYBE I GET IT. But also fuck off fuck all of you I hate it here goddamn you AUGH I WASNT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP OVER THIS FUCK YOOOOOOOU

#on the highway to superhell #ink actually has an emotion about spn count: 1 #god fuck all of you. im watching another ep

[slutforsfender]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐚𝐦

"Boy's I'm home" I hear my mam say as she comes in the front door.

"Just me mam, Liam went back to his flat," I say, pressing the kettle on.

"Just us then like old times. Make me a cuppa won't ya darlin?" She says, earning a nod in reply from me as I reach for two mugs.

I quietly make the brews as my mum sits at the table while my mum tells me about her morning in town.

"You'll never guess who I bumped into pet in the cafe," She says as I finish her drink.

"Oh yeah, who?" I say, handing her the drink.

"Arabella" She answers, making me stop in my tracks and freeze.

She has to be kidding. I carry on casually shaking my head.

"Yeah right mam, she hasn't been back here in ten years," I say, leaning against the counter with my cuppa.

"Sam I'm not joking, I wouldn't do that. She's back, she took a month off so she's here seeing her grandparents" She explains, looking me in the eyes.

"Well, I bet that's nice for her then," I say, acting casual.

"I'll leave you alone for a few minutes darlin," My mam says, patting me on the shoulder.

She gets to the doorframe before turning around, "She looks as beautiful as ever Sam" She says, before actually leaving the room.

Before I could stop myself I was putting the cuppa down on the counter and taking my phone out of my pocket, opening instagram. I quickly searched for her name on the app.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't looked at her account every once in a while but it had been a while since I had last checked.

Soon enough as I clicked on her profile, there was a new post. It was her holding a bunch of flowers at the flower shop. Phoebe had obviously taken it today after they had been to the cafe.

My mam was right had never looked so beautiful and I cursed myself so much for leaving her that day. I have never forgiven my stupid sixteen-year-old self for that day.

The thought that we hadn't been in the same town at the same time in ten years suddenly crossed my mind as I scrolled through the posts.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as much as I tried. She was living her dream life, she looked so happy. I glance at one of the captions and I wince at the words.

'No longer his rose'

"How come you have roses everywhere?" I ask, glancing over at her on her bed.

She had her head leant against her knees, which were pulled up to her chest. Her hair swept to one side as she watched me looking around her room.

"It was my mum's middle name, and I have lots of memories to do with her and roses. I love Belle from Beauty and the Beast and she always said I looked like her and always called me Belle which is why Pheebs calls me Bella. To give me a small reminder of her without taking over her thing. So now my grandad always buys me roses on special days like her birthday, my birthday, and her anniversary. They're my special thing" She explains, a small smile on her face as she talks about her mum.

"She wasn't wrong you do like Belle. Your brunette hair and eyes. And you love books" I say as I brush my fingers over her book collection.

"Oh that reminds me I did some more doodles for you," She says, pointing at my phone case which had the first ever ones she did in.

I sit down on her bed next to her as she reaches over to her nightstand, grabbing them, and passing them to me.

I flick through them with a grin on my face as she studies me. I couldn't help but smile more at the little details she did in them with the little things about our relationship.

"I love these Arabella. Thank you" I say, placing them gently in the pocket of my jeans. "Come here," I say, as I lay down and make room for her head on my chest.

She places her head down and I instantly start playing with her hair and kiss her head.

"You're like a rose," I say, after a while of silence.

"Yeah?" She asks in confusion.

"Delicate but beautiful" I explain.

"I love you Fender," She says, making eye contact with me.

Her green eyes made my heart melt.

"I love you Rose" I smile at her.

I put my phone away, coming back to reality. Downing my cuppa, wishing it was something stronger. 

My heart raced at the thought of seeing her again.

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finally a Sam pov. who else is dying over Sam's nickname for Arabella? hope you guys enjoy the update. love you all x

#sam fender smut #sam fender imagines #sam fender one shot #sam fender x reader #sam fender #fanfic #wattapad #imagines #imagine