#thank you for all these asks darling

[uncertainwallflower]

Okay wait wasn't done. 14 & 19!

Okeeeeey, letzgo.

14. Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Ooo, that is in'eresting. Err...not really. I think all creative works are up for personal interpretation and appreciation. Although, someone commented saying they liked my rhythm one time, and I figuratively fell flat on my face.

19. Who is another author (fanfic or otherwise) that you admire? Why?

Madeline Miller for ripping my guts out and draining my body of tears. Vladimir Nabokov for his poetic mastery. And, like, every single fanfic writer ever? I don't think I could possibly make a short list. AO3 stories be impaling me left right and centre with their magnificence.

More Writer Asks

#thank you for all these asks darling #writers asks #athenasparrow

[shrimparts-blog1890]

In my meme era 💅

#ask me stuff #send me asks #ever after high #ever after high fanart #eah #darlapple #darling charming #dappling #darling isn’t a morning person AT ALL #idk who initially posted this but thank you 🥹🤌🏼 #eah ships #eah fanart #eah meme #ever after high darling charming #ever after high apple white

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hii, I'm here to drop a request~

Okay so, i have a thing for self-distrustive characters. Here's the idea: give me a self-harming hero who is too weak to act on it alone and willingly surrenders themselves to villain assuming (hoping maybe) they would torture them for information. Villain tho reluctant, doesn't hesitate to hurt the hero not too seriously tho. But for our self distrustive hero whatever the villain is doing is not enough to make them feel the relief they're seeking so~ let it slip out. Let them thoughtlessly cry out for more. And then give me a shocked villain. A concerned, regretful and lastly caring enough to treat their wounds villain. Give me an unresponsive to the villain's treatment hero. If you'd like to ass anything feel free <3

Much love to you friend, stay hydrated, we love you ~<33

It wasn’t like it didn’t hurt. 

It just didn’t hurt enough. That’s why the hoarse please had slipped from their tongue. And it was why the weak more followed. Judging from their actions, the villain hadn’t heard it right away but when the hero cried harder, the villain’s hands came to a stop. 

They’d broken three fingers, not to mention the shattered ankle. What had happened to their ankle had felt just but once the villain had moved on to their fingers, the hero had secretly begging them to break harder bones, like their collarbone or maybe even their ulna. It was sick, they knew it in their heart. It was maniacal and disturbing to feel like this.

Heroes were supposed to save people, even if their own well-being came in last. Saving themselves counted too.

The villain let go of their hand, eyes darting between the hero’s.

“What did you just say to me?” The villain’s hands went through the hero’s hair, getting a full grip of them, pulling them up.

The hero thought about their broken ankle. About how they wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks, maybe even a few months…? They always concentrated on the pain, rather than the period it took place in. By the time old pain faded, the hero always managed to get themselves into new trouble.

Letting injuries heal had never been an option. The villain let go of them.

It was hard. It was hard to lie there and accept their defeat, the fact that the villain had found out about their secret and more importantly, that they had stopped bruising the hero.

“Please,” the hero sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Their nose was running and their tears gathered together, falling down their cheeks like raindrops from the sky. Breathing was hard, their lungs felt frail from these past months and the world came crashing down around them.

When their sobs echoed from the walls, they felt truly defeated, humiliated, and the pain wasn’t enough to forget that. 

For a moment, nothing happened. Neither of them said anything. All that was left in the room were the villain’s questions and the quiet sobs the hero made. Feeling overwhelmed by the horribleness of it all, the hero rolled themselves into a little ball, crying into their torn sleeve. They were ready for everything. Ready to die, ready to be bled, to be beaten, anything.

“Hey, easy there.” Once again, the villain combed their fingers through the hero’s hair but this time it was much more gentle and softer, leaving the hero with the taste of bile on their tongue. They braced themselves for new pain, impatiently waiting for the lashing out and the violent actions but nothing of that sort came. Quite the opposite: the villain scratched their scalp softly. 

“Darling, what happened to you?” Their nails scraped across the hero’s skin, taking their time. It was oddly comfortable. Even though their muscles ached, they looked up at the villain crouching above them. 

“Please,” the hero begged again. “Please hurt me.”

The villain was silent, biting their inner cheek as if they were considering it. But when they answered with a tender “no,” all hopes the hero had were crushed. 

“Please.”

“You’re a mess. Hurting you seems to be what you want. I don’t want to give you what you want,” they explained. They wiped away a tear.  “Don’t mistake this for compassion. This is me controlling your desires. This is me taunting you.” 

They pulled the hero who had exhausted themselves and was completely defenceless into their arms. 

“And this is me wanting information. Why did you say that?” They held them close and embarrassingly enough, it dawned on the hero how touch-starved they were.

“I am so alone,” they whispered. They mumbled the words, not even believing their own mouth for saying it. No one was supposed to hear this.  “I am so alone.”

They started sobbing again. It was hopeless. The villain was the only comfort they had — even now that they weren’t hurting them.

“You will never be alone with me,” the villain said carefully. “I’ll make sure of that. Now, come on. Let’s treat your wounds.”

In all honesty, the hero had never done that. They weren’t sure if there were rules to it.

“If this is you taunting me,” the hero said, “then why do you want to treat my wounds?”

The villain gave them a grim look that didn’t leave room for protest.

“I’m asking the questions, not you.”

#I assume you meant destructive darling #have you ever watched beauty and the beast and seen the end titles where they thank Howard ashman for his work and have you ever called #your boyfriend after that and you were crying and he was like what happened so you told him that youre sad because Howard started the whole #disney renaissance with his lyrics and he died so young because of aids and his lyrics got a fucking Oscar but at that point he had died #already so he didnt even know that beauty and the beast had become the best Disney movie of all time past present and future and your #boyfriend just has to bite back his laugh because you didnt even know this guy and youre crying over him like #guys the Disney lore is too deep I could go on like this forever #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #whump

[pencap]

I screamed in delight when I saw you post again - I’ve had this blog on notifications for years and seeing you again is like finding your favorite jacket stills fits. Glad you’re back!!! 💜💜💜💜

For the three word prompts - black, gold, storm

So very glad to be back, darling, especially with the enthusiastic love from the sweetest people like you. Thank you for remembering me. Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for being here, then and now and always, for however long you wish.

i know that you are afraid. i know that the song of hope is too faint to hear. i know that despair is clogging your every vein. i know that warmth seems only like a distant memory. i know that you already feel six feet under. i know that. but i know, too, that even if we weep now, we will know happiness if not today— then tomorrow, or next week, or next year. i know, too, that we even if we lose today, we will know victory if not in this life— then the next, or the next, or the next. that is to say, even in the thickest storm, when the skies are sobbing fit to drown and the winds are howling their infinite rage, the sun is still golden and will outlast the thunderclouds. that is to say, even in the darkest night, when the brightest stars are hiding, and the moon is black with shadow, dawn is still coming and there will be light again. i will see you in the morning, my love, in this life, and the next, and the next.

#sylvie speaks #ask sylvie #anonymous #poetics #three word prompts #all my love to you darling #thank you for your kindness and your prompt

[inklessletter]

dOnT you DaRe RePoSt My ArT oR fEeD iT tO AI.... babes, your art isn't good enough for people to take the time to do that. You're safe. And threatening to DMCA a bunch of TUMBLR USERS for "stealing" your mediocre fan art? Classic uppity self-important Tumblr tard that starts drama everywhere but demands nO aRt CrItIcIsM and a safe space. You know that Tumblr won't do jack shit, you just like pot-stirring. It's always the painfully mid artists that kick up such a fuss. What a joke.

here, your moment of glory dear anon 😘

#inklessletter #asks #srsly if calling you out for being a thief stings so much maybe you should rethink your life choices darling #please let's keep this place free of inconsiderate assholes thank you #love you all <3

[sparklyslug]

hi! if you are still looking for prompts, steve/eddie, one of them cooking or otherwise preparing food for the other one. if you are not still looking for prompts, totally ok! either way, hope things are looking up for you.

Ask Steve a year ago what his favorite food was, he’d probably struggle with the question a little, internally. Say something simple like, a burger. Steak. Pizza. Just because he knows that’s like, what foods people like. Those are the Favorite Food Groups. And he likes them too, likes them plenty. Has just felt kind of food-neutral, honestly, for most of his life. He’s eaten fancy catering at his parents lavish dinner parties, buckets of KFC at modest kitchen tables, and his own simple chicken and broccoli standing up at the counter alone at the house. And felt kind of the same about all of it. Food was food, generally. Favorite didn’t really make sense, as a concept to apply to it. 

That was then, though. He gets it. He has a favorite food now. 

Eddie has tied his hair back with one of his banadas, shoulders on display and almost irresistible in one of the cutoff tanks he likes in the summer, this one an old Hawkins Basketball shirt of Steve’s that also has a hole right over the nipple (why he had initially stopped wearing it, and why Eddie had quickly claimed it before lopping the arms and a good four inches off the bottom of it, because he thinks shit like that is hilarious). The whole look is pretty well calculated to drive Steve out of his mind, a goal Eddie had made short work of just about an hour ago. 

He’d finally pulled himself up off Steve’s chest, face red and glowing, and shook his hair out of his eyes before saying “shit, I could eat. Grilled cheese sound good?”

It did sound good. Sounded fantastic. Sounded like Steve’s favorite food, is what it sounded like. 

So shirt’s back on and hair’s tied back, but Steve is keeping his hands to himself, just sitting back and watching Eddie at work. Head mercifully clear and nicely floaty, body feeling heavy and warm and right, and yeah, definitely ready for some food. 

He’s watched Eddie make his grilled cheese a hundred times or whatever, and he doesn’t get how it turns out so fucking good. It’s not a complicated process. Getting the pan warmed up, buttering both sides of a couple of creamy-white slices of bread. Four slices of plastic-wrapped cheese per sandwich, always, Eddie carefully tearing some of them in half to create even layers, not too much cheese stacked in the middle or at the ends. 

The butter smells amazing at the bottom of the pan. Smells fantastic when the bread hits it with a little pop, a tiny sizzle. 

Eddie’s gorgeous doe eyes are narrowed in concentration as he works, pressing the flat of a spatula down on the top of each sandwich. This is the stage at which Steve is least likely to catch an elbow, while Eddie is just watching the pan and waiting for the universe or some kitchen god to send him a signal that it’s time for the Almighty Flip. 

“Got a gig tomorrow, mmm?” Steve asks, sliding his arms around Eddie’s waist, and tucking his chin over one shoulder. 

“Eddie Munson, unplugged,” Eddie confirms. “Jesus I really have to try and find a band soon.”

“I’ll keep looking in the papers,” Steve promises, with a grin. 

“Send me on another synth-pop goose chase and I will absolutely shave you bald in your sleep,” Eddie swears, brandishing the spatula into the empty space in front of him, since he can’t reach Steve to swat him with it. Small victories. 

“Never again, I promise,” Steve lies. “Think that one’s ready.”

“It’s not,” Eddie says. “I’m nervous about playing acoustic, man.”

Steve knows he is, he’s been jittery about it ever since he confirmed with the organizer that he’d be playing the open mic. “You’ll kill it,” Steve says. Squeezes him a little tighter, enjoying Eddie’s little bitchy oof of protest. “You don’t need an amp to blow the roof off the place.”

Eddie ducks his head a little, shy and pleased. Steve presses his lips against the top notch of his spine, nosing Eddie’s hair out of the way to get to skin. 

Enjoys the way Eddie shivers a little, the skin at the back of his neck maybe extra sensitive because of how it’s covered all the time. It’s a theory Steve is happy to keep exploring for a good, long while. 

“Okay,” Eddie says, softly. “Now this one is ready.”

Steve peers over his shoulder. “I have no idea how you can tell that.”

Eddie shrugs, and Steve knows his face has got to be fucking smug as hell without even being able to fully see it. “What can I say,” he says. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Well, that’s just a fact, and Steve starts listing them in an undertone directly into Eddie’s ear, until Eddie is shifting a little in his arms, and laughing, and elbowing him out of the way just when Steve feels his breath catch, the shift in his hips– “sit the fuck down, you animal,” Eddie says, twisting enough to sink a hand in Steve’s hair and reel him in for a quick, sweet kiss. “Food first, seduction later.”

“You’re too good to me,” Steve says. It doesn’t… ah, fuck. It doesn’t come out even remotely like a joke. 

Eddie though, Eddie’s eyes just go soft. His full, gorgeous lips twist into a small smile. “Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart. Now. Plates and napkins, please.”

Steve obeys, though they don’t even really need them– Eddie slices the finished sandwiches into neat triangles on the cutting board, and hands one right off to Steve, still loitering and half-draped over him. The cheese is perfectly melted and gooey in the middle, the bread crisped just right and saturated with golden melted butter. The noise he makes at the first bite is genuine bliss, eyes closing to savor the taste. When he opens them again, Eddie’s holding the other half of the sandwich in his hands, eyes on Steve, mouth a little open like he’d lost track of what they were doing here. 

The noise Steve makes at the second bite, okay, that’s for show. And Eddie knows it, kicking a bare foot at his shin with a laugh. 

They polish off the sandwiches in no time at all. You want to savor something that perfect, Steve thinks, but it’s hard to take it slow when you know how good every bite will be. And when you know there’s a bed waiting for you at the end of it, a bed with Eddie Munson in it, and a whole afternoon stretched blissfully ahead of you both. 

Yeah. Favorite food. Grilled Cheese By Eddie Munson. No question.

#thank you darling i'm feeling much better! #a night of halloween faves and fic writing is good for all ills #though now i REALLY AM CRAVING A GRILLED CHEESE FUCK #ty for the prompt! #steddie as she goes boys #stranger things fic #my fic #prompts #asks #that's all for tonight but there are SO MANY FUN ONES STILL TO GET TO and I have time this week so that's my plan YAAAAY #mop

[bloodiegawz]

Haiii 😳😳... I believe, Aquarius would slay in 🔔 the Port Fest outfit...

Also thank you for doing my ask...

tell him he's handsome NOW !!!!!!!

(twst oc outfit asks)

#twst #twst oc #rsa oc #gawzdrawz #request #thank YOU for making the lil ask thing !!!! its v v fun :3 #this is reminding me #my two rsa students are both like. nrc by proxy lmao #WAIT ALL THREE OF THEM #BC DARLING CHANGED SCHOOLS #reject heroism return to villainy #(almost typed heroin oops) #twst: aquarius bey

[lovesickeros]

Darling: you hate me, it's written all over your face

Reader's resting b*tch face: what?

darling says it just to annoy you lbr. bc no matter how bad your resting bitch face is, the tsaritsa's is worse. darling has had years to learn how to discern the tsaritsa's mood when shes as reactive as a statue.

#asks #pale-value #sagau #tsaritsa #darling #in the tsaritsa's defense it isnt intentional shes just Like That. shes only expressive when she wants to be unnerving #bc whats scarier then blank faced tsaritsa staring you down? tsaritsa smiling. start counting bc you have seconds left #its like 99% body language and its all extremely subtle though. its an art form atp #80% of that body language btw is her ears. its why she hides them bc they give it away so EASILY. #reader being as stone faced is a challenge to darling though. like oh worm??? bet #darling thrives off chaos bc its the only entertainment they get when ur literally g-d #especially if you do not give a shit abt them being the creator. it just makes everything Worse #they r keeping you in a container like a lab rat #also unrelated but im fully taking over darling sorry comrade. my oc now /j #ive been having brainrots abt worldbuilding w darling. they arent even an unreleased character like tsaritsa. im going 2 eat a brick #WHAT WORLD AM I BUILDING HERE. MY OWN PERSONAL HELL????????? #yes. i am. thanks for coming 2 my ted talk gn

[altruistic-meme]

Abram i was curious and i don’t think i’ve asked you this before, what are some of your favorite aftg fics? you know one of mine will always be yours (wit)jitp but… what are your faves???

-miels 💜✨

hiii miels my beloved <3<3 i am always down to share some favorite fics >:D

(side note: for a lot of these, i actually am not fully caught up with them due to my shifting hyperfocus meaning i wasn't reading them when they updated, so it generally goes without saying that i am planning on rereading and catching up on these all!)

Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die) by Major_816 this is my #1 favorite fic and i will scream it's praises until the day i die. it's so so good. i am wayyyy overdue for a reread, especially since it's got a sequel that i haven't started yet, but alas that will have to wait until next month. i will say though that it is DEFINITELY not for the light of heart. it is very trigger heavy and dark, and it still holds place as the only fic i've ever read that i have had to set it down and step away from it because of one scene. the tags on the fic itself don't say much about this, but i can always go into further detail if you want :) (as much as i can remember, anyway ;; or once i actually do my reread)

Flavors of Fall by NikNak22 i know i've mentioned Flavors of Fall in the past because i will always credit it for inspiring me to experiment with the way i write!! especially when it comes to (wit)jitp!! the limited pov in (wit)jitp is a direct result of this fic!! but the fic itself is SO WELL WRITTEN it makes me lose my mind. it's my perfect type of cozy tbh. i remember following along with the updates to the point where even my MOM knew what day it updated on bc i wouldn't shut up about it skdhvskhd

Promise of an Unbroken Boy by elesary this fic hhhhhhhhh this is probably my MOST reread fic bc every time it updates i reread it!! mostly as a reminder of where it left off but also it's just so enjoyable every single time around that rereading it is a joy every single time (i am also currently rereading it!!) this fic actually also has a scene that i usually skip over bc of graphic details, not half as bad as the scene in Scared to Live, i just have already read it and can skip it since i know what happens now this is also one of the fics that i know has influenced my writing! it was a while ago now, but i remember rereading this before and going "hey this wording is familiar" only to discover i had mirrored this story in my own stories!

the upper hand by plantelty i don't remember a lot of the plot of this one (alas it's been quite a while ;;) but i remember it having these very calm sort of dark vibes? not dark like Dark but it just felt like the type of story that takes place in the twilight hours. idk. it makes me smile. not quite as chaotic as some other fics (i will cry when we finally get the final chapter)

The Butcher's House by Fire_Bear ghost neil ghost neil ghost neil i love love love the mystery and story-telling in this one. it has set such a high precedent for ghost aus for me.

i think i will leave it here ;;; like i said, i am in the process of going through and rereading most (if not all) of these fics right now bc i've missed updates so i am SO down to talk about them

#someone needs to smack past-abram with a stick for not bookmarking all of the fics he's read #i have a bad habit of going 'i will comment on this later!' and holding on to the fic and then losing it entirely #without either commenting OR bookmarking #which sucks cus it means i don't remember the name and can't rec them >:( #thank you for asking though darling ;;;; #literally everything in my bookmarks i'd recommend too!!! but these ones have left certain impressions on me #even if i can't always articulate the way i feel about them :') (the upper hand for example sfkhdgh) #also rip me falling out of the aftg fandom when all of my authors actively update I AM SO BEHIND #the second fic for scared to live has 12 CHAPTERS AND I HAVEN'T READ ANY OF THEM #a CRIME #aftg #fic recs #askers #allthefakepeople #shh ac

[shrimparts-blog1890]

Me: Yayy a dappling user :D

My head:

(P.s nice art style💕)

(Also thank youuu 😭💖)

#send me asks #ask me stuff #darlapple #dappling #darling charming #apple white #ever after high fanart #ever after high #asks like this mean the world to me so thank you so so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 #y all can send in requests too i might draw them 😉

[blindmagdalena]

S/O giving Homelander a silly gift like novelty socks just because. Do you think he'd like them, hate them, wear them in secret.

Homelander stares in disenchantment, holding the pair of socks up over the gift bag you had presented them in. He should have known by the impish way you were grinning as he opened it—or even the way you wiggled as you handed him the bag—that you were up to no good, but presents have always been his blind spot. He still gets giddy when you surprise him with them.

Maybe that's why you do it so often. He's been delighted by pretty much all of them, but this...

"If this is your way of trying to break up with me, the answer is no," he says dryly, turning the socks side to side.

You laugh, already near tears. He's sometimes envious of how freely and easily those come to you. How deeply you feel your every emotion, the good and the bad, without shame or repression. His lips quirk slightly as you laugh, though he otherwise maintains his unenthused expression. "So, you like them?" You ask, smiling cheekily.

"They're... certainly something," he says, clicking his tongue.

"Oh, so you love them."

"Have I done something to offend you recently?" He continues, holding them up to you. "Because this—this is hateful," he says, feigning severity in his tone for the way it makes you laugh even harder.

"Put them on," you practically plead, resting your head on his chest.

"Aww, babe," he coos, kissing the top of your head. He whispers against your crown, "Not a fucking chance."

They may be horrifically ugly, but—as he discovers the next day—they're actually pretty damn comfortable. So long as they're thoroughly hidden under his boots, anyways.

#the answer is all of the above #homelander x you #homelander x reader #asdfghjk #i left the socks up to interpretation but #i definitely imagined those horrific socks with like hairy bare feet and sandals on them or something fghjkl #i just thought it'd be funnier to let the reader imagine the most awful pair of socks they could #thank you anon this was VERY funny #my writing #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #crack fic

[eolewyn1010]

Since we get a new episode today: Tatort München - Ghost Hunters ‎AU ?

Ghost Hunters AU for the married old men, five fun facts, go!

Ivo has been canonically teased to have some latent psychic senses, so we'll just make that A Thing for ghost-hunting - and something Franz is anything but happy with. Ivo regularly wakes him up in the middle of the night to tell him of some dream vision, he's got full-on trance fits that leave him physically shaken and exhausted; Franz would gladly trade the advantages of Ivo's Seeing against a healthy, psychologically undamaged partner. But this is Tatort München, so I'll have my angst and eat it, too.

The reason Franz and Ivo haven't yet been arrested for digging around in graveyards, stealing stuff from tombs and museums, breaking into houses and whatever else comes their way is because they are still tied to the police force - my darling Sven, Gabi, Luca Panini, Charlie, Julia, and (of course) Kalli, their main contact at the precinct. Granted, that means they can't be his work dads the same way they would be in canon, but Kalli being, like, a young Jim Gordon in the making makes for a nice dynamic and gives me the opportunity to pair him up with Carlo and his snark instead. Also on the plus side, Carlo is not the type to be a skeptic about ghosts, so he's the first among the police to just roll with the concept of needing a special unit for supernatural shenanigans.

I just realized that the other institution beside the police they might potentially run into conflict with over the ghost business is the church. Then I realized that there's no reason this shouldn't be compatible with my Basti-and-Thorsten-are-priests AU, and I'm here for it. So while Basti blithely blesses Holy Water for the boys / lets them borrow whatever sacred item they might currently need / gives them access to the graveyard / wHaTeVs I only work here, Thorsten ist just... so done with this. He's the same age as Franz and Ivo; he has been doing this for a while. "Don't you ever run out of ghosts??"

Franz and Ivo have a Christmas tradition of watching Ghostbusters together. That's it, that's the fun fact.

There's one [1] ghost they never managed to get rid off - a mutual ex-girlfriend of theirs (let's not specify whether they dated her consecutively or at the same time; people are gossiping enough about these weirdos as is). She's not malicious, she's just... stubborn. And upon failing to exorcise her from her house, an attempt she was majorly unimpressed with, the boys decided the best way to make sure she's not up to any mischief was to move in with her. Amazingly, it works. They just have a spooky housemate now, and an old-ass house to take care of. I currently don't have a name for this lady (she is inspired by Sylvia from Wilde Life, if anyone knows the comic...), but I'm tempted to go with Judith, the name of TO München's first trans character way back when.

And that's it. Honestly, this thought play is way fun; I might have to get back to that sometime to add more ideas.

#Tatort München #ask thingie #thanks! #what do you mean I just wanna have the chance to recycle all my previous only-one-use darlings from the past 30 years? #(yes it's been a while since the episode premiere. whatcha gonna do about it? WHO YOU GONNA CALL??)

[embersofhope-if]

Don't know about you, but The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes is releasing tomorrow for my country and no one in my friend group has read it so I'm going feral by myself

omg im seeing tbosas tomorrow hehe

none of my irl friends have read it either (despite me begging them too) but! i was lucky enough to find the tbosas fandom on twitter and ive managed to make a good few friends on there and we all go feral over it together!!

im actually so excited to see this movie im fucking vibrating. I've heard nothing but good things about it. i fear i wont survive it

ur 100% allowed to ramble abt tbosas in my inbox btw if u want🫶

#thanks for the ask! #my darling charms-cat how ive missed interacting with you #if you have a twitter if 100% recommend interacting with the tbosas fandom on there!! #we're small but we're all close and its very fun #was literally talking to Clemensias actress in a gc earlier it was so much fun #not if related #charms-cat

[euphoriaslux]

i’ve re-read that art & patrick fic 7 times within 45 minutes………….. i need more of them from you i fear😭😭😭🙏🙌🙌🙏

you guys are fueling my obsession with art and patrick and i LOVE YOU FOR IT thank you for reading this ask is so sweet 😭😭 there will be more challengers content i fear …

#darling anon #thank you guys so much for reading ong #i appreciate all the likes but the comments and asks make me soo happy :’) #kisses to all of you

[its-tortle]

letter b !

ooh ✨ some of my favs include:

brando by lucy dacus

BSC by maisie peters

bloodline / difficult things by orla gartland

back to december by taylor swift

BIG BABY! by tristan

send me a letter and i'll give you five songs i love!

#theres so so many good ones actually #didnt include bachelorette by ashe or brazil by declan mckenna or bad chick by cro or begging for rain by maggie rogers #but i love all those too #ask games #thank you my darling!!!

[sherlockig]

#I have asked several people to gif this for me but no one did so fine i will have to do it myself #because i need this scene giffed #for totally honest and holy reasons that you all understand #i mean hnnng #wrecked tbs #wrecked #rhys darby #steve rutherford #Declan Stanwick #Jonno Roberts #thank me later #darling honey light of my life