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#this is subject to change but this was fun to write
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𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ Summer Glow up: creating new habits 🎀⭐️ *࿐ ࿔*:・゚!
Hi Dolls!! Welcome Back 2 Dollies 2 Months of Summer Glow Up !! 🎀⭐️ Today im gonna talk all about implementing brand new habits in my life !!
> Hobbies !! 🎀
> Academics !! 📒
> Beauty Care !! 🧖‍♀️
> Scheduling !! ☀️
> Taking Baby Steps !! 🛼
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 Hobbies!! 🎀
…: This Summer I Plan on Taking up Some brand New Hobbies to keep my self busy and learn about brand new things bc everyday is useful!! and so i can use my time more wisely some hobbies i have in mind are…
- Yoga
- Painting
- Creative Writing
- Learning Japanese + Spanish
- Reading
- Puzzles!
- Blogging
- Learning To Code
- Doll Collecting
- Book Collecting
- Sewing + Crocheting
- Digital Art
- Piano
and obvii im already a blogger but i still added it anyways i will watching videos on how to get into these hobbies and videos on learning Spanish and more Japanese, also fun fact i’ve actually been studying Japanese sine 2021 but i stopped bc it got to hard but im starting back up!! anyways, after i watch the videos im gonna set up a financial list bc i have the fund all of these but its okay bc i can easily get money!! 🎀
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 Academics !! 🎀
More Goals of mine are to raise my grades in an academic space bc i do have decent grades but i wanna aim higher and have PERFECT Grades so in turn that means i must study more and have more discipline and not so irresponsible with my time!! and i also wanna study subjects outside of school bc its always good to learn something new!! now for learning tips so far i have..
- Flash Cards
- Practice Methods
- Teaching Someone Else
- Trying to explain it to a 5 yr old
- Study a Week Before
- watch ted talks on topics
- SLEEP
- write out notes
Now i Also Have a list of subjects i want to learn about!!
- drawing facial expressions + bodies
- Sewing Stiches + How to Hem and Crochet
- How 2 Draw Bodies + Poses
- Full Anatomy 4 Both Genders
- Japanese + Spanish + French + ASL
- Color Theory
- Learning Cursive + Improving Handwriting
- Expanding Vocabulary
- Religious Cults
- Case and Law
- Poison and Toxicology
- Astronomy
- Medical Surgical Instruments
- Matriarchal Societies
- Socialism Societies
Now i definitely won’t be able to do all of this all at once bc it would definitely we too stressful so im gonna choose as least 2-3 to start with and study them and just learn! 🎀🧁
❤︎ ໋𓈒 Beauty Care !! 🐬
📧: Now I already have my regular beauty care regime skin,hair,eyebrows,eyelashes etc. but im also more focused on getting weekly treatments & weekly beauty care habits like…
- Nails
- Hair
- Eyelashes
- Face Mask
- Hand + Foot Mask
And i wanna try and find people in my city that can do this especially for nails bc i would go to the nail salon but i feel like they won’t be able to do it exactly how i want it to be !!!
❤︎ ໋𓈒 Scheduling !! ⭐️
Now That im gonna be so busy i need to make sure i also stay organized with my time so it doesn’t lead to stress so ill have my regular school classes on my regular schedule then making dedicated hours to studying Things i wanna learn about + Language Learning!
My Workouts are always early morning before school in the evening hours before i got to bed so i won’t have to worry about that affecting my academics. With my Hobbies i feel like only some of them really need scheduling so ill also make time dedicated to those as well !!!!
Beauty Maintenance will probably always be on weekends for the stuff that weekly/bi weekly like face masks,manipedis,hair etc!!
and last but definitely not least!!
❤︎ ໋𓈒 Taking Baby Steps !! ⭐️
This whole process is still all new too me so i’ll definitely only be doing a little at a time and working my way up and i get more familiar with the change in my daily life and i won’t pressure my self to complete everything extremely quickly and just take my time with everything! bye bye dolls tysm 4 keeping up with me while doing this kisses 4 all of u!!! 🎀⭐️
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lunarsturniolo · 1 day
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The triplets do a collab with a girl and everyone on the internet is shipping her and Matt because she was lowkey flirting with him and he was being super friendly ?
Trying to get back into writing, sorry if this is shit. Please send in more short lil requests that I can do in >1000 words!! They're fun.
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“Hey,” Matt breathed out a sigh of relief, “I’ve been calling you.” 
Y/N let out a laugh, “Yeah, I have caller ID.” 
He echos a laugh, a bit more uncomfortable than Y/N’s. “Sorry about that.” 
“No worries. I was just running some errands. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to apologize-“ 
“Apologize about what?” 
Matt lets out another sigh, “Um, the video just went out, like, an hour ago, and the comments are kind of insane.” 
Y/N feels her voice get caught in her throat, “Insane, how?” She asks. 
Matt immediately catches her anxiety, “They’re not really bad,” he says. “Well, they’re kind of bad, but not bad in the way that you think! It’s just that everyone’s kind of-“ 
“Matt,” she cuts him off. 
“Sorry,” he laughs a little, “Everyone’s just kind of shipping us, and it’s getting a little out of hand.” 
Y/N left a pregnant pause, “Oh.” 
“Yeah, I’m really sorry. They just- they can’t let any of us talk to anyone without making it a thing.” 
“You don’t need to apologize,” Y/N tells him, “You’re not responsible for those people.” 
Matt lets the statement sit, “Okay.” There’s a rustling on his end of the phone, “Well, I’m sorry again. I’ll call you later, I have to go,” and suddenly the line goes dead. 
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at the abrupt ending. “That was weird,” she said, looking up at her roommate, who had a hand on her hip and a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. 
“What the hell was that?” She asks, her toothbrush bobbing as she speaks. 
Y/N shrugged, “No clue. Matt just called me to apologize for people shipping us.” 
Bonnie cringed, “That bad?” 
Y/N shrugged, “I guess so. I mean, I was flirting, but I thought he was into it.” She looked back down at her phone with a deep breath, “Another one bites the dust,” she mumbled. 
Y/N had been on a rotation of men in her life. Coming in and out as fast as a revolving door would let them. She mainly just wanted a quick fuck, or an occasional dinner to try out the waters, but she never liked a man long enough to let them stick. Just long enough to let them gain interest and for her to lose it. 
Bonnie walks over to the bathroom, spitting into the sink, “Boo! He was cute, too!” She complains. 
Y/N shrugs, “Can’t go back now. He clearly doesn’t like me,” she lets out a small laugh. 
“Why do you say that?” Bonnie asks. 
“I mean, why would he call me to apologize if I didn’t bother him?” 
Bonnie rolls her eyes, reentering Y/N’s line of sight, “Because he’s worried it would bother you?”
“I guess, but wouldn’t he have said something, or-”
“Y/N, do you even like this guy?”
Y/N gives Bonnie a playful glare, “You know I’m not incapable of feelings, right?” 
Bonnie shoots back a sorry look, “I know. I apologize.” 
With a swift change of the subject, the two girls are talking about Y/N’s next video. Amidst their discussion, Y/N’s phone lights up with a text:
Matt Sturniolo: Sorry I got off the phone so quick. Nick wouldn’t stop calling me. I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab dinner tomorrow night?
Y/N: No worries. And pick me up at 7.
Matt Sturniolo: It’s a date.
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aroaceleovaldez · 11 months
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rough concept doodles for my latest au musings (which will hopefully have a fic. im gonna try.). current title for it is “RETCON”
au premise: the gang becomes self-aware of how messed up their timeline is and seeks out the help of Chronos, primordial god of time, to set things right. The characters working with Chronos get a mark of some kind on them from him, everybody else is out of the loop and having A Time, probably.
the entire thing is ridiculously meta it’s fun.
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o-wyrmlight · 3 months
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I'm having way too much with this chapter that I was struggling on just yesterday. What the fuck. Holy fuck. This is what happens when I read a fanfic with a great narrative voice that I adore. I just start going off, I guess. This means Kim's going to be very inwardly opinionated and vocal in Chapter 6.
Anyway whoo Chapter 6 preview for A Toast To The Pigs, a fanfic where Harry didn't lose his memory in Martinaise and still has to solve the case. This preview skips the next chapter:
“…I lost you there, didn’t I?” Harrier asked, sounding disappointed. “Somewhere at the end.” Kim lifted his eyes from his notebook. He stopped flicking his pen in his fingers to push his glasses back up from where they were sliding. Harrier was watching Joyce Messier, a brow raised and a half-crooked grin plastered on his face. Some offshoot of that odd expression of his. Joyce Messier smiled apologetically, shaking her head. Ah. Joyce Leyton-Messier. Kim had almost forgotten entirely that she was there. She really was committed to just listening to his theories and not sharing anything. What was it again that spurred Harrier to share absolutely everything about his theories right here? Rather than somewhere he and Kim could go over in private? Wasn’t this supposed to be confidential? These were just theories. Perhaps it didn’t matter. Perhaps it was another can-opening. All right, big man. Wet dog. Can-open away.
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marivenah · 4 months
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Last Line WIP Whenever
hello, over the last days I was tagged by @aceghosts @nightbloodbix @kyber-infinitygems @socially-awkward-skeleton @jackiesarch and @bbrocklesnar to post a wip! thank you all 💜 It's been some time so tagging you back if you want to!
sending tags to @risingsh0t @carlosoliveiraa @captmactavish @alexxmason @onehornedbeast @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @voidika @madparadoxum @thedeadthree @shadowglens @corvosattano @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @captastra @macs-babies @inafieldofdaisies @ri-a-rose
so uhh, apologies, only original stuff this time. it's been a while. I've abandoned my boy and all that.
first one is for Snowfall
She’s barely able to catch her breath as she spots the doors closing. She jumps back onto her feet and turns her body sideways to slip through.
Sól stumbles on her last steps but makes it out of the train just in time.
The man walks up to the closed door. Calmly, as if he didn’t just try to kill her. Then, he takes his helmet off, revealing his identity to her.
A cold shiver shoots down her spine, and Sól’s heart drops into her stomach.
Not gone. Not dead. But standing right in front of her.
second one is for Outer Rim
His hand hovers over her skin, hesitating to touch her. When his eyes meet hers in a silent question of permission, Jaye nods.
Even though prepared, the skin to skin contact startles her a little. During all this time she spent in Eden, she forgot how soft touch can be.
Dex’ fingertips ghost over the lines of her tattoo. Judging by the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly, he must like the motive she chose. The Viper. Not quite as impressive as ‘King Cobra’ or ‘Death Adder’ but the danger’s all the same.
Tingles shoot through her body when his hand moves from her hip over her upper leg, softly caressing the skin. Her face grows hot as she follows his movement.
“You’re something special”, he says quietly.
Jaye looks up at him, not quite understanding the insinuation. However, Dex’ view stays focused on what he’s exploring.
Even in the darkness, she spots something she never expected from him; nervousness. He hesitates, then swallows before continuing.
“You and the others.”
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bhaalsdeepbat · 2 months
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A little durgestarion drabble just to get me writing while i think through some stuff for the fic i'm working on. just getting a feel for some body language stuff. SWF and may not actually be part of mercy's canon. i just wanted to write without a plan lol
Astarion's thumb was surprisingly calloused.
The thick, hard skin layering the pad of his thumb protectively was a rough contrast to the soft tips of fingers. Hands that had just helped the sorcerer slaughter their way through Moonrise, and then through the Mindflayer Colony beneath Moonrise's looming towers, cupped the sorcerer's cheeks gently. His left thumb traced along the scar carved into the sorcerer's right cheek. He followed the curve of it under their eye and around the arc of the deep scar following the curve of their face, then down their otherwise pretty cheek.
The two were soaking up one another's presence in the safety of Astarion's tent. Motes of dim light twinkled across the tent's ceiling like stars, Mercy's magic filling the air with the scent of a storm that would never come. Astarion was stretched out on his bed, back lounging against a pile of pillows Mercy had put together since they had taken residence alongside him in the space. The sorcerer had crawled over him to give him a peck on the cheek when he stopped them by reaching out to hold their face in his hands. They were frozen in place, bed dipping were their weight pressed into their palms, as he held their gaze.
Mercy leaned into the touch, their eyes narrowing into a contented look as a soft purr rumbled in the back of their throat. The tip of their tail twitched with the same peaceful joy that filled their expression. It was a moment of quiet, their mind silenced, pleased by the amount of blood spilled. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Astarion's lips, though the intensity of his gaze betrayed the seriousness of whatever thought was on his mind as he stared at them.
With another flick of their tail, the sorcerer's brows furrowed. Mercy shook their head, pulling away from Astarion's hold. His hands were hesitant to release them, but he dropped his arms to rest across his torso. He watched the sorcerer closely, like he was afraid to take his eyes off them.
Mercy let out a soft little huff, tail falling limp against the bed. "Don't look at me like that," they grumbled, averting their gaze.
"Look at you like what, darling?" Astarion's sly smile was plastered across his face with practiced ease. "Like you did something stupid back at Moonrise? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you did do something stupid."
Mercy scowled at him, though they couldn't exactly argue that he was wrong. They had done something absolutely stupid at Moonrise, but they had also made damn sure not to repeat the mistake after Z'rell's goading led to a lucky shot that took the sorcerer down. It was temporary, lasting all but the time needed for their companions to descend on the cultists surrounding Mercy's crumpled form.
All Astarion could do was notch another arrow and send it flying as he raced across the rafters, too far to be of any use beyond covering Shadowheart and Lae'zel as they raced to his paramour's aide.
Mercy grimaced, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they averted their gaze. They clicked their tongue against the back of their teeth dismissively. "I don't need a lecture from you. Shadowheart and Lae'zel had that covered."
"Good. Because I wasn't going to lecture you. You're not a child." Astarion's nose wrinkled in disgust as the word left his lips. He watched Mercy with clear disapproval writ in the furrow of his brow. The corner of his lips turned down into a displeased frown. "Yet, you nearly got yourself killed because you're impulsive like one."
Mercy's tail flicked like a viper's, frustration bubbling over into the whip of the appendage as they lifted their gaze to meet Astarion's. "I thought this wasn't a lecture."
"It's not." Astarion snaked his arms around the sorcerer's torso, pulling them down flush against him. He held them tightly, burying his face into the top of their head and inhaling deeply. "Then we met that vile woman. All I could imagine is your anger making you do something impulsive again."
Mercy's entire body tensed for a moment. The spikes along the sides of their tail bristled for a moment, but shrunk back down to their smaller size the sorcerer forced themself to relax into his embrace. They could feel the unnatural rise of his chest as their scent filled the empty cavity where his dead heart lay still.
"You were worried." It was a question, but it came out a breathy, surprised statement as they watched him. It wasn't like they hadn't been injured before, and it was certainly not the worst during their travels so far, but it was the first time they had taken a since his confession.
It was the first time he had nearly lost the sorcerer since making it clear his feelings for them were real.
Mercy rolled their eyes, a heavy sigh shrinking them down as the air left their lungs, making them feel small in Astarion's embrace. He gave them a gentle squeeze, their only acknowledgement that he heard them.
Astarion reclined back against the pillows once more, his gaze coming to settle on Mercy's when their head tilted back so they could peer at him. The sorcerer's eyes squinted, watching him warily for a moment, then slid their hands down to press against the mattress again. They slid themself up then took his calloused hand and pressed it against their heart, palm flat where it beat against their ridged chest.
"We've both done stupid shit," they reminded him with a pointed look that had him shrinking beneath their gaze, "but we made it. All I can promise is that I will not make that mistake twice." Mercy's eyes softened as they watched Astarion. His own concern seemed to seep out of his tensed muscles, allowing him to relax against the sorcerer's hoard of pillows.
Astarion glanced at their throat where dark crimson dots and angry red skin marked where he had supped their ichor, at Mercy's insistence. The taste of their blood still on his lips, their very essence was now touching across every sense he had. Astarion let out an exasperated sigh, though his hand lingered for a moment longer before he tugged Mercy down to nestle in the crook of his arm.
"Good. It was a waste of perfectly good blood." He licked his lips hungrily as he hummed a displeased little noise.
Mercy propped their head against his chest, mindful of the horns curling above their crown. "Perhaps, but you can't say you didn't enjoy watching that one guy choke on his own blood. You become such an excellent shot when you think I need help," they teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, yes. That was absolutely delightful." Astarion snickered, his dangerous smile widening to flash sharp teeth. "I didn't think you needed help. You needed help. Don't be obtuse." He lifted his hand opposite of the one cradling Mercy and pressed his pointer to their forehead, giving it a gentle poke.
Mercy's nose wrinkled. "I know," they sighed as they batted the hand away.
"You should probably get some rest. I doubt Karlach will carry you if you're too tired to walk tomorrow." Astarion snorted and lowered his arm to rest across his chest. He extended his fingers out to the sorcerer. Mercy slid one of their hands over to take his, fingers curling to link with Astarion's.
Mercy rolled their eyes at him, though the sorcerer snickered. "Yeah, yeah." They waved their free hand dismissively. The movement caused the lights above to suddenly disappear, dark shadows devouring everything but the glow of Mercy's mismatched eyes.
Mercy stole one final kiss, a gentle peck to the corner of Astarion's lips, before they settled against him. Eyes drifting shut, they felt both his arms wrap around them, holding their form tightly against him. He'd hold them through the night, until the moment their Urges would strike.
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mid-nightowl · 6 months
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…can i ask you to share more of your thoughts on fem!jaytim vibes
hi cory!!!! yes, yes i can :) <3
most of my thoughts come from this lil snippet and my tags.
my thoughts on fem!jaytim can be boiled down to this line: “Her successor fascinates her. She kind of wants to let him dissect her, little freak that he is.” 
like tim is a freak who would absolutely want to dissect and take jaye apart piece by piece just to get to the bottom of whatever the hell is wrong with her (obsessive) and jaye would let him bc she wants to know what the hell is wrong with him (affectionate). 
It’s almost a scientist and their never-ending experiment, but not quite?
like the dissection, its the act, the intimacy, the trust in being vulnerable and completely open on the table for them to see, a show and a sight but not a performance, it's the ‘i’m going to take you apart piece by piece, not to fix you or change you, but just to understand you’, and 'i’m going to get my hands dirty and dig into you, and it can be voluntarily or not, it can be with anesthesia or nothing but im going to know you whether you like it or not,' paired with 'you are going to have to cut me open to get to know me, it has to be cold and violent, it has to be artful and methodological.'
but jaye started off with ‘i want to destroy you, take you to the brink, the edge of despair and fury and hatred and let you go without any catharsis,’ kind of like capturing a wild animal, testing on it, and then releasing it back into the wild with a tag to see what it will do after being changed (will it return back to it’s normal routine or will it come back for more?)
and then tim kept coming back. and that's when jaye is like alright yeah, i'll let you rip me open and give me a name (or maybe give me back my name?) and tim does, and he does it carefully, adoringly, obsessively.
and i think tim’s obsessive focus, paired with the idea of the knife/scalpel = love, is what jaye would respond to best. she was raised in violence, and probably thinks that fighting and pain is caring and love, AND she’s never been a priority in anyone’s life. so for tim to obsess and know her in ways that no one else has before (or have even bothered) is captivating, exciting, and absolutely mind-boggling, and i think jaye would get possessive, like ‘this robin, this little freak is mine.'
i, hmmm. running out of coherent thoughts after this, so um i guess enjoy? <3
#asks#felinemotif#i don't write/talk about jaytim very much; ive always been a jaydick girlie#but this was a lot of fun to think about and like actually get down my thoughts in a somewhat coherent manner#i think there's another piece here about the dissection as an intimacy that only requires the subject and the surgeon/scientist#and the idea of labelling and taking photos of the parts something about learning and teaching but also remembering#another part: once the dissection is done once tim knows all of jaye does he stay?#which i think devolves into jaye going out of her way to prolong the dissection bc she thinks it may be temporary between her & tim#whereas tim is thinking okay i know all the pieces and parts which means im the perfect partner for jaye#no one knows her better than me AND no one will get to know her like i do#(the whole dissection thing too like tim is not afraid about hurting jaye whereas bruce is bc he knew her before)#(bruce thinks “dissection” would = change bad or good while tim knows it just means learning and knowing)#like it's going to be painful before it gets better and bruce doesn't want to go through the pain of knowing this version of jaye#bc it means acknowledging what he's done or not done#and tim's a fixer at heart but to fix things you gotta know what you're dealing with#problem is tim fell in love and realized fixing things would just make it worst so#he is very content with his tall gf that could kill him with her thighs and lets him do his freaky experiments<3#okay wow i was not done with the thoughts ajfkagjbsg imma stop now#jaytim#fem!jaytim
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(For that ask thing with the wips and the post one sentance)
Blue summoned up every last ounce of maturity he had and blew a big, loud, wet, raspberry at Purple.
Y'all are not ready for this flashback teehee
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raiiny-bay · 2 months
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it’s honestly kinda crazy to me that kel & co were literally the first OCs i ever made
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styrofauxm · 3 months
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Opinions on Alastor x lucifer? With (aro?) ace filter
I understand the ship, but I personally prefer their animosity.
Lucifer doesn’t know or care who Alastor is. He’s a powerful overlord, but Lucifer is the king of the realm, and more powerful than anyone else in it. Lucifer doesn’t take any notice of Alastor, and Alastor’s ego absolutely cannot handle it.
With the end of S1 especially, Lucifer decimated Adam and could have finished him off if not for Charlie. Meanwhile Alastor had to run away and admit he isn't as powerful as he likes to believe he is. I think that sets up an interesting hostile dynamic between them since they will be around each other more, vying for control of Charlie.
(Plus Alastor needs to be humbled because he’s an asshole and if they liked each other that wouldn't happen often enough lmao)
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spookyscribe · 5 months
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Who am I kidding, opening my book with an action scene?? No, no. We're getting a character-driven childhood flashback instead that will set up the themes. Fast paced? I don't know her. Plot-driven story? Never heard of it. Hooking the reader? Overrated.
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frankiensteinsmonster · 4 months
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Y'all out here bagging on self inserts??! ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ Sorry..I'm here to insert a myself into every story I write and then die. I have stories where Every character is a self insert and I am vibing, in my element, and having fun.
Every person is probably very interesting in some aspect and if you don't like a story because of Any reason, then stop engaging with it-- I really do not see the issue that is being presented to me, this is actual nonsense
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twistedappletree · 7 months
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Sect Leader Jingyi has his own ducklings now~ 😌✨🐥
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anghraine · 1 year
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It's very weird when people talk about fandom as if fix-fic were the totality of fannish practice and also a job.
I've written some, for sure, and much of my stuff has some element of at least commenting in some way on things I find annoying or objectionable in the canon or in the discourse around it. I have no issue with fix-fic in itself. But the idea that all fandom activity is or should be about elevating flawed canons through hard work and moral rectitude is—damn, I'm not paid enough for that.
"This is a hobby" is not an excuse for bigotry, to be clear, but I swear, some people talk about fandom like its entire purpose is to be a second and particularly joyless job in which you receive nothing but the righteous glow of producing morally improving works.
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wiltking · 8 months
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redownloaded q10 so i could write on a pink background on my desktop. about to go crazy
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tirednapentity · 1 year
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Brainstorming a separated au to avoid impulsively cutting my bangs again and I’m having such a good time. Cramming dysfunction into these boys like my life depends on it. Mikey and Donnie are racing to see who can kidnap each other first, everyone is kinda concerned about Leo and his truckload of not just mommy issues and Raph’s just kinda there like wow you’re all crazy. What’s a parent, they sound stressful. WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAMATO-
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