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There's a big difference between going to sleep healthy, then waking up sick, and waking up healthy, then progressively getting sick.
It took me a whole 7 hours to go from perfectly healthy to a full-blown head cold, and the process was pure torture.
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not to continue to be very salty, but I emailed the librarians in guilt about my overdue books (very hard to return books when you are stuck in bed) and they were kinder and more understanding about it than my frickin' boss was
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flannelepicurean · 1 year
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Tfw you can't get ur goddamn brain cells together, and ur head hurts from squinting and trying to remember... things... ANYTHING...all goddamn day, and other parts of ur body are like, SURPRISE, BISH, I CAN DO PAIN, TOO!!!
But somehow, in the fog, u manage to scrumble out a really nice little Johnny x OG Cobras/Lawrusso one-shot, in a SINGLE GODDAMN DAY...
But then you get around to posting, and your brain slips a gear and goes, "Wait. Wait... hold on. One...two...ohhhh...oh, GODDAMMIT!!! NOBODY MOVE!!! EVERYBODY HOLD STILL!!!" Because one of those little fuckers is missing. AGAIN. Vanished into the recesses of a cluttered brain, like ferrets into a hoarder house.
So, off ya go, flipping over couch cushions and shouting obscenities. Johnny and Dutch are sitting in a corner, dutifully sneaking snacks and stealing bottle caps or whatever. But those other rascally fuckers done fucked off to who knows where, and now there are feathers and plot lines and dialogue and spilled beverages EVERYWHERE, and ur swinging a broom in the middle of the room, sobbing, "WHY WON'T YOU JUST SIT STILL AND KISS EACH OTHER?!??!??"
Every fuckin time.
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trumpetnista · 2 years
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ANOTHER 1000 POSTS
211K and counting! Thank you to all 2,679 of you guys(plus everyone in my activity chart area…) for following, enjoying, and tolerating LiveLoveWRITE for all of these years (as of 5 January 2022, it’s been 12 years since I joined Tumblr! Wow!) down various fandom rabbit holes, through The Great Tumblr Purge of December 2018 (which didn’t work properly to nobody’s surprise. JUST DELETE THE PORN BOTS, PEDOPHILES, AND THE NAZIS, YOU IMBECILES! PROBLEM SOLVED FOREVER.), through the latest change of owners/dubious U.I. changes (I give it 6 months to a year before they give up on their “investment” and leave with their tail tucked between their legs…) and my ongoing evolution into a pale blog with a heavy focus on cottagecore and its various branches nowadays.
I would also like to give a very special shout-out to The Walking Dead/Richonne/Carnid folks who have welcomed me with open arms into their post apocalyptic world (what’s left of it after all the absolutely EXCELLENT writing…), the GOTHAMITES who have welcomed me as a lifelong citizen (the show may be over now but Gotham will always be my home!), and as always, mad love to all of the Gladiators who still follow me despite the show (mercifully!) being over and those who keep enjoying my mashups on here and my ongoing efforts at clever (usually not, but it’s funny 9 times out of 10…) live and before/after the show commentary on Twitter for both old and new fandoms. The acceptance from everyone makes things infinitely more fun around here! Here’s my favorite owls and some other appropriate pics and here’s to at least a thousand more!
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violetsiren90 · 4 months
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Pairing: dom!Hoseok/sub/brat!f!Reader
Genre: Oneshot; hard smut (eventual fluff 😂); BDSM lifestyle; friends to fwb to?; canon-compliant (idolAU)
Summary: You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.
Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); hardcore BDSM themes/relationships; full consent and safe-words ❤; Hobi is a hard dom; MC is a brat (mostly); dominance and submission; elements of primal play; sexual degradation (deg-play use of the word "b*tch"); mentions of MC's hair and hair pulling; rough physical contact in a sexual context (manhandling); mentions of drinking; kink-outing; Jimin is a menace lol; Hobi in the studio 👀 (The full oneshot will come with more specific warnings - a looooong list lol)
Mood board here! ⛓🖤
Release date: Christmas? 🎄
Author's note: Hey, y'all! I am catapulting out of my comfort zone with this one and, honestly, having the time of my life. I've been in my Hobi era lately and when the concept of dom!Hobi possessed my mind I knew I'd have to write it out or else. 😅😂 I hope to pop this under your trees around Christmas! Hope you enjoy the teaser, and as always, if no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜
Also, a big thank you to @orchidyoonkook for beta reading this - you are the real MVP! 💕
If you want to be alerted via the tag list for this when it drops, let me know!
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  "What?" Hoseok's wide grin stretches further as he regards your flustered face with giddy anticipation.
    You groan into your hands, willing the cushions of your friend's leather couch to swallow you like quicksand.
    "Fucking Jimin - I'll kill him!" you whine, pressing your fingers to your temples, and keeping your eyes glued to the hardwood of the studio floor.
    The rapper laughs as he swivels his baseball cap to sit backwards on his fluffy brown mop of hair. 
    "Come on! Tell me!" he insists, sprawling back in his rolling chair, the tips of his fingers touching deviously together as he regards you with twinkling eyes. 
    You sneak a glance at him before sighing defeatedly, which only earns another chortle of laughter from across the room.
    Park fucking Jimin. You really were going to kill him. Too many bottles of soju the week prior saw you blacking out at the BTS member's pad, the one he shared with your mutual friend, Jung Hoseok. You woke up the next day, memories of the night before obscure concepts of debauchery merely alluded to by the taste of bile and the dull cranial throb of dehydration. When Jimin rather gleefully handed you, along with an iced americano, one of the booze-fueled revelations you had let slip, you begged and pleaded with him to erase the memory from his brain...or at the very least to take it to his grave. He made no such promises. And now, you are facing the man of the hour - the subject of your divulgement - who had apparently been informed that you harbored certain strong opinions in his regard. Humiliating.
    You flick mildly irritated eyes back up to your friend who waggles his brows in a way that makes you want to crack a smile and sock him at the same time.
    "Before I say anything, I want to know exactly what he told you," you demand, crossing your arms defensively, no cracked smile to be found.
    He rolls his eyes up to the corner of the ceiling in recollection.
    "He just said that you had gotten wasted and admitted something kinky...about me." 
    At the last two words he drops his voice dramatically low and pins you with a grin that is sickeningly predatory. Your pulse begins to hammer and you have to remind yourself that you are, in fact, capable of speech. Fuck, you think to yourself, it's happening. You can feel sweat starting to bead at your hairline. Maybe if you get it out there, just say it aloud, it will lose its power. Maybe the spell will be broken. Maybe he will laugh and you will laugh and you'll order lunch and keep irritating him while he's supposed to be working on a track. You're both adults, right? You whoosh out a breath. 
    Hobi is still looking at you, his bottom lip pushing up and the corners of his mouth tugging down in one of his little inverted smirks while his right leg bounces a little up and down. It is just Hobi, after all, you tell yourself. Just Hobi. You are roundly aware that it may be a lie, but it seems to allow you just enough courage to jump.
    "Okay, okay!" you practically shout, and he giggles and stomps his feet, which admittedly makes revealing this particular chestnut a bit easier.
    "I told him...I said..."
    "What?"
    "Oh, Christ! Fine!" And the rest comes out like water from a fire hose. "One time I came to drop off Jimin's charger and you were in dance practice and you were watching the guys and you had this look on your face - like you were pissed or something - and it was so unlike you and I got turned on and ended up having a fucking wet dream that you were stepping on my mother-fucking pussy, okay?! Are you satisfied now?!"
    You heave a sigh and throw yourself back against the cushions, hands over your face. How you just mustered the courage to form those actual words you haven't even the faintest notion - but it was going to be you or Jimin, and it might as well be you. After your heart has begun to return to its resting rate and you've heaved a few deep breaths you steel yourself against the certain impending onslaught of Hobi's laughter and general mockery...which doesn't come. You peek through your fingers to see that your friend has shifted in his chair, facing a bit away from you toward the inside of the room, leaning forward, his hands gripping the ends of the chair's armrests. His face looks a little troubled, or pensive, you can't tell which. You sit up and really look at him, suddenly worried. Did you just fuck things irrevocably up? That was an incredibly bizarre and intimate thing to admit. Shit.
    "Hobi?" you squeak, barely over a whisper, as you regard him.
    He tilts his head suddenly to look at you, quick like a bird, and when those dark eagle-eyes regard you in return, you feel like a small, helpless creature scurrying across the tundra. Nowhere to hide. A bead of sweat escapes its perch and slips down from your temple. As he utters his question of response, the air suddenly becomes as thick as the tropics.
    "Is that something that you'd want, Y/n? To be treated like that? To be...put in your place? Put down?"
    You don't answer him. You can't. Your words, your breath, your coherent thoughts are stuck, inert, useless as your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall in heavy swells. Your eyes are locked on his face as if by magnetic force. He stands, his baggy Louis Vuitton tee falling over his grey sweats. He shoves his hands in the pockets and takes a step toward where you sit. His posture is relaxed. His gaze is anything but.
    "Is it?"
    You want to say you don't know. That you'd never considered it again. Never once recalled the image of it - of him -  standing over you as the sole of his shoe punished your throbbing sex.
    "Fuck..." you breathe, and when he doesn't take his eyes from your squirming form, you relent. "...y-yeah."
    He takes another step toward you, slowly. He's crowding you now, as he looks down, and the proximity is almost more than you can bare.
    "You see," he remarks musingly, "I thought you were gonna say something funny - something ridiculous," he tilts his head to one side, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, "But that's not funny, Y/n. No, that's not funny at all. Because, as it turns out..."
    He leans down, his breath fanning over your face as he speaks. Mint and espresso. You shiver and close your eyes.
    "...that's something I can do."
...what? He can...h-he can....
    "Hoseok..." you whisper shakily, because it's all you can manage.
    You hear him laugh darkly and you don't look at him.
    "Hoseok?" he mimics, "Not, Hobi, huh? Hoseok when you're like this, is it?" 
    "When I'm like...what?" You practically whimper in complaint, eyes still pressed shut as your last line of defense.
    But any manner of defense is in vain as he answers your query, the words dripping from his lips slowly like honey, sickly like venom - 
    "When you're a filthy pathetic little slut."
    A whine escapes you at the complete and utter shock of his words. Suddenly you clamp your thighs together (to provide friction or obscurity to your quickly dampening cunt you are unsure), and that's when he takes your jaw between his fingers and roughly jerks your chin upwards, your eyes fluttering frantically open. 
    "Is this what you want?" he hisses, "For me to have my way with you like a needy whore?" Fuck, is this happening? This is really happening. Your mind reels, but that's alright - it stopped doing the thinking when he got up out of that chair. Something primal in you had taken over, something that's been starving for so long, something that longs to feed.
    You do your best to nod with your chin in his grip. He swallows thickly, his eyes darting to your lips, and then back up to yours. His pupils are blown, his eyes almost wholly black as they trace over your face. Suddenly his hand slips from your chin to the nape of your neck where his hand tangles in your hair and his head drops to the side, his gaze softening.
    "I need you to say it, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice so, so low but without the edge that sends ice through your veins. His voice. He's asking you as someone who cares about you, cares what you want - your friend. Do you want this? No...you don't want it. You need it.
    "Yes - yes, Hobi - I want this," you find yourself stumbling over the words to get them out.
    So quickly and so assured. Have you ever been this certain of anything in your life? His fingers dance against the nape of your neck and you sigh as his eyes travel all over your body. You want to hide. You want to strip down. You want to run and you want him to chase you. You want him to punish you when he catches you. You are sick with want.  
    "A safe word, baby, we need a safe word," he nudges your racing mind back into the current moment with his words.
    You blink, your mind running up against the sudden saccharine pet name (which he has admittedly called you before) as it scrambles for something obvious and yet not ridiculous.     Something simple maybe...a flower...?
    "Foxglove," you say, and he raises his brows with a grin.
    "Foxglove it is," he acquiesces. "So if you ever want me to stop, ever - okay? You say that. Foxglove." 
    You nod.
    "Say it for me," he whispers, you shiver again. Fuck.
    "Foxglove." It's slow and thick leaving your mouth.
    "Good girl," he purrs. Butterflies erupt in your rib-cage and your eyelids flutter. "How hard do you want it?" He asks, "How rough?"
    You scramble to find your voice.
    "Pretty rough, I think," you posit, a bit unsure of what that means.
    He hums in response, his brows knitting in thought. You were going to have to give him something to go on, you could see that.
    "I..." you stammer, "I want you to...to punish me. I want you to...to hurt me a little."
    He raises a brow - looks at you, just stares as if considering. Then suddenly you know what to say.
    "See...I'm not a good girl," you insist tilting your head back a bit haughtily, a bit defiantly. Being a good girl had gotten you butterflies, but that's not what you wanted right now. That's not what every cell of your body was screaming for.
     He's grinning wickedly again - his other hand is slipping out of his pocket and the one in your hair is gripping at the roots.
    "Hm. You're not are you?" he asks, his voice as dark and cold as the Pacific once again.
    "No, Hobi," you whisper. And suddenly your world is tilted on its axis as he tightens his fingers against your scalp and yanks your head back, sending a searing pain shooting through your skin as he stoops to hiss in your ear.
    "That's Hoseok, you pretty little bitch."
    You let out a whimper so needy it's nearly a sob. Your heartbeat is pounding between your legs. He lets go of your hair as roughly as he grabbed it and goes to lock the door and your stomach flips - you are totally and completely at his mercy. It's a little bit terrifying and completely exhilarating. When he comes to loom over you again, you decide just exactly where you stand in all this. You know exactly what you want. You glare up at him. He narrows his eyes.
    "You gonna listen, hm?"
It's not a question, you know it's not - it's a command. But you have one, just one, of your own...
    "Make me."
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tobiasdrake · 18 days
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Going deeper into the House of Change can wait. There are more important matters to attend to: Break time!
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I don't like different. Different usually means a rock smushes my face into substandard beef chili. The kind that makes everyone at the cookoff give you this quiet look of disapproval until you pack up your things and pretend you're just there to eat.
But if y'all are sure nothing is going to explode and kill me, then....
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You know what, you're right. We just fought a boss. Now's a good time to stop and eat. (And maybe I'll catch one of you ripping bread.)
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Valuable lessons being taught here. We are all competent adults who are more than qualified to be responsible for a grade schooler.
...which sounds sarcastic but honestly this group is fine. Out of all the parties I've adventured with, this might be the party most suited to taking care of and providing adequate role models for a growing child. We can be a little silly at times but everyone here has their shit together pretty well.
It's almost like we're at the Final Dungeon and everyone's undergone their full stretch of character development already.
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@_@ Madame Odile, I did not take you for the kind of person who is... uh... who is interested in... in, uh....
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Fun. Like. I genuinely thought you were violently disinterested in merriment of any kind. What is--
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Ohhh, okay, now that makes a bit more sense.
...wait. Shit. Nobody tell Bonnie but this might mean their sister is screwed.
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WHO TOLD BONNIE
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Good job, Isa. You lie to that child like your life DEPENDS on it. So help me, if Bonnie starts crying, I will slit my own goddamn throat right here and now in the middle of snack time. And then I will go back in time and punch Odile in the fucking face before she flips her stupid coin.
I am deathly serious! Nobody will have any idea why that just happened. Everyone will think I flipped out for no reason and I will have to lie like I've never lied before.
But in the commotion, Bonnie's childish idealism will be spared.
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Crisis averted. Snack time may now commence in earnest.
You know, I've never had plantain chips before. But I've been curious about them ever since I started eating dried fruit. I should give them a try some time.
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I mean. I come from an eventful but delicious home, where the food is amazing every night but also we have a lot of family emergencies and crises and insecurities to worry about. I would kill to reach a point of boring-but-delicious stability.
Don't knock it, Bonnie. I know you're still young and the idea of a tumultuous future sounds exciting, but as you get older, you reach a point where you just want a warm hearth, a nice roof over your head, and a soothing plate of orange-flavored cinnamon rolls.
Tolkien was right. Boring but delicious is the domestic ideal.
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Bonnie, I appreciate that you care so much about being multicultural that you'll eagerly prepare food you can't even pronounce. That attitude will take you far in life.
Also, Odile deserves this after that stunt she just pulled.
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Well. I, for one, salute our Sovereign of Snack Time. Regent of Recipes. Monarch of Meals!
Truly, we all know who the real MVP of this team is.
(It's me, but I'll let Bonnie have this moment. *nods sagely*)
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blackvelveteen1339 · 5 months
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I've been fighting for my life in The Walking Dead and The Last of US smut fandoms🥵😩🤌🏽 They both have me in absolute chokeholds
Who knew sex could be so filthy whilst surviving through a zombie apocalypse? Kudos to all the fanfic writers cause y'all are the real MVPs 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾🎉🧨
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tragedicna · 8 months
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feeling real sappy tonight so here's a little small promo but also big APPRECIATION towards them <3
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@ambivalent-auguries
            the woman i'd commit tax fraud with . . . jk  .  unless . . . no  ,  just kidding  .  the light of my life  ,  i am so glad to have met you and had the absolute pleasure of writing with you  .  i love all of our character interactions and i love how you push me to write better  .  thank you for always being there for me uvu and listening to my stupid rants  .  i love how you always indulge me in ideas and don't hesitate to start new things with me to keep me on my toes  <3  .  you're the best  ,  vanda  .
@luvdive & @wcvensouls & @ashcrows
            you guys are the ones i've known the longest and i appreciate y'all a whole damn lot  .  i've switched blogs so many times  ,  changed up my roster so many times and yet  ,  you've stuck with me <3  .  thank you so much for the support  ,  i'm so glad to have gotten to know the two of you  .
@elysiumtouched & @thecircusfreaks & @txnichtgut & @constellaris & @heincus & @solivcgant
            the people who always indulge me whenever i want to use a muse or write a specific plot  .  you all are the mvp of my writing careers  ,  y'all are always so willing to let me throw muses at you even when i don't even have a full grasp on said muses  .  i'm so glad to have y'all as my hype people that always push me to do what makes me happy and knowing that i'll always have someone to write against when i just need someone to help me figure out what direction i want to take my muses in  .
and the inspos of my life  :  @killerhubby & @vonerde & @villain-he & @hembralfa & @v-iciious
            the work y'all put into your metas  ,  your edits  ,  and overall the effort and dedication y'all put into your muses is awe-inspiring and i admire all that you do  .  i am so glad to have met all of you and am so honored that i get to write with you  !!  i love seeing y'all on my dash and absolutely love the amazing content i see .  
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soleilnomoon · 8 months
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“the sky flashes. the sea yearns. / i myself am in hell.” — ocean vuong
// for all the lovers tied together by the red string of fate //
“horrifying, the very thought of you, / whoever you are, / future knife to my scar, / stay where you are.” — carol ann duffy
// for those destined for ill-fitted romances & endings //
“so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter
// for the forbidden & the star-crossed lovers //
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this collab is about fighting against the rigid parameters around fate and love, no matter the odds; about taking control of one’s destiny to bring about your own desired ending, by all means necessary; about the obsession, the painful yearning, and the purest form of heartache and agony that accompanies romance. it’s about proving that you can and will do what you need to do to ensure that you get the ending you want.
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♾️ hihi ♡ this is the second part to my 1.3k+ followers milestone ty to everyone that follows me & entertains my nonsense really y'all are the real mvp. i meant to do a collab eons ago but yk how life is (also my memory is terrible, as we all know). but! i am excited to present the ❥ꔛ.゚༝ | it’s you, not me collab! there aren’t any rigid guidelines, just that you write something that relates to taking control of one’s destiny in regards to love/romance (or life, it’s pretty much open-ended you don’t have to take any of this literally i just like being dramatic and love a good theme).
♾️ whether you end up with a good or bad ending is completely up to you, i’m just excited to see what everyone comes up with.
♾️ the collab is open to all fandoms (anime/manga only, and if you want to write for games like genshin, honkai star rail, obey me, etc. that’s cool too). you don’t have to follow me to join, just make sure you are 18+ (mdni pls & thx) and that any character you write is adult-aged for the fic.
♾️ sfw & nsfw fics are allowed — if you decide to write dc please check my rules for what i will/won’t write and tag it appropriately. minimum word requirement is 500 words (there is no maximum, bc i’m long-winded as hell).
♾️ repeat characters are allowed.
♾️ multiple submissions are allowed.
♾️ you can write character x character, character x reader, or character x oc! whatever works for you.
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♾️ send me an ask/dm of what fandom & character(s) you want to write, whether it’s sfw, nsfw, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc., if there’s a specific trope, au, or prompt you’ll be using, and whether your reader will have a good ending, a bad ending, or an unknown/open-ended ending.
♾️ example: hiii i'd like to write a modern au, fluff/angst fic for usopp x reader (one piece), with an unknown/open-ended ending.
♾️ deadline to join is 09/02/23. deadline to submit your fic is october/november (no real hard cutoff date tbh).
♾️ when you’re done pleaaase link/tag me in your fic (i am v nosy & want to read & reblog to promote your work 😊💕)
♾️ i’ll be tagging everything as ❥ꔛ.゚༝ | iynm collab.
♾️ the masterlist.
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seokmins · 2 years
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*taps mic* ahem, my name is elv and I love one man and his name is Lee Seokmin - *gets thrown offstage and pelted with tomatoes*
Jokes aside, it always seems like every milestone and anniversary, the universe makes sure I'm too overwhelmed with other things to make a post. Also this cute thing called ✨ social anxiety ✨ as well numbers not meaning much to me anymore. As per usual tradition, life is quite busy so this will be the most boring milestone post a content creator could make but it truly means a lot to me that a little over 1k of you choose to let me spam your dash (daily tears over dokyeom and weird rambles), become my mutuals, and consider you as my dear friends 🥰
I've spent a lot of time, effort, and love curating and growing this little sideblog and it's seen the growth of not only my kpop experience but also the content I've created for a little over two and a half years. From writing fics, running networks, and to learning how to gif, I've gained an appreciation not only for both sides of consuming content but got to meet so many wonderful people, especially through the pandemic. Although time seems like a faint blur now, the growth of this blog has both helped and harmed my mental health tbh 😂 BUT positively speaking, the kind words you've spoken to me have always made a bright smile cross my face every day.
A special shout-out to the folks of caratblr obviously. I've found a lovely little home of encouragement in caratblr that I try to pay forward everyday and it's just a little over a year since I've declared Seventeen as my ult group 🎉 Without all of you and the support of those in my beginning, I'm sure this blog would not be where it is today.
And to my old old mutuals, gosh... thanks for still sticking by and touching base every so often. Y'all are the real mvps 😘
As stated above, I really don't have any plans to do anything fun for this milestone but if you have anything you'd like to see or want from me, feel free to hmu <3 to my mutuals (new and old) and darling followers, if it isn't clear by now, I love and appreciate all of you so so much.
With love (elvranghae), (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
tumblr user dokyeomblr aka elv ☀️
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corner-stories · 8 days
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Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut
Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines. Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!
I fully believe that, in all my years of fic writing for fandom, this one lil 800 word Jeankasa one-shot called "Wishing For More" is my Magnum Opus.
This was in the era where the Marley arc was happening in the manga but SNK was on people's mind because S2 and S3 came out. While pics of Reiner looking depressed/hot and Zeke memes dominated most of the fandom, I was in that little subset of people wondering what tf the Island Devils were up to.
And remember, this was months before the reveal of the post-timeskip Scouts so I had no idea what anyone looked like or how the characters changed after 4 years.
I fell into the category of people who believed that Jean and Mikasa became some flavour of lovers at one point or another so that's where Wishing For More came from.
The entire plot is just Jean and Mikasa spending time together in a room at an inn and Mikasa observing the scars he sustained from the Retaking of Shiganshina. I liked the concept of writing characters with various scars back then and I like it now.
At the time I had this whole lil scenario where the Scouts were stationed at an inn for weeks and were just told to be on standby, so unless they were needed they were largely left to their own devices. It lead to me writing a lot about Jean and Mikasa either seeing each other a lot in the hallways of the inn or spending time together in their respective rooms.
All I could assume about Mikasa at that time was that she was wrangling with the mess of emotions that come with realizing your childhood BFFs will succumb to the Curse of Ymir in 8/13 years, as a result she's more on the quiet introspective side bc her thoughts are constantly plagued with what the meaning of life is if it can end so cruelly.
And this was definitely what started me on my "Mikasa deserves to be happy" agenda because post basement reveal I could already anticipate that her life would just get more distressing from that point on.
Is it a surprise that I was compelled to write her finding comfort in the arms of the hot funky horse man? Or write a scenario where she sees the collection of scars on his shoulders and back before gently running her fingers across them? Or have her slowly realize that unlike the resident Titan Shifters, Jean is a normal human who can't heal from traumatic injuries?
Anyways, thanks for the ask bc I've read too much JK hate on twitter and needed a palate cleanser. And also thanks to everyone who kudos'd and commented on the fic over the years. It means a lot to me, especially now since I'm starting to trolling comments on my fics. Y'all are the real MVPs.
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turningtoclown · 2 years
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I sincerely wanted to thank all of the authors that has been writing fanfic in Tumblr. and if y'all happened to see me commenting or rebloging or liking your post I am genuinely obsessed with your writing and you should probably write whole fully thicccccc book. I will forever be grateful for your talent and for whisking me into a world where I can be anything, with anyone, and literally be everything I wanted. you have no idea how many times y'all have save me from my own thoughts and I'll forever be grateful for your impact in my life. y'all are the real MVP and I will cherish you. sending hugs <3
ps: please write more and don't stop! (no pressure of course)
p.p.s: I will forever hold you on a pedestal and will think yall a superior writer(and you are! I don't want to hear y'all saying you're not!) because honestly I cried sm on this app :")
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dandydemidoesfandoms · 11 months
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The LITA Boxset spoilers being dropped are giving me life.
Y'all are the real MVPs.
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riri-is-alive · 8 months
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y'all i'm gonna be real honest right now, i have no idea what the difference between 'mvp' and 'superstar' is, and im about close to just giving up on ever figuring it out. like, is there one???? or have i just been led to believe that since they have different names they are therefore different titles?? is my entire life a lie???? MIKU PLEASE JUST GIVE ME SOME REASURANCE
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trumpetnista · 2 years
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ANOTHER 1000 POSTS!
209K and counting! Thank you to all 2,674 of you guys (plus everyone in my activity chart area…) for following, enjoying, and tolerating LiveLoveWRITE for all of these years (as of 5 January 2022, it’s been 12 years since I joined Tumblr! Wow!) down various fandom rabbit holes, through The Great Tumblr Purge of December 2018 (which didn’t work properly to nobody’s surprise. JUST DELETE THE PORN BOTS, PEDOPHILES, AND THE NAZIS, YOU IMBECILES! PROBLEM SOLVED FOREVER.), through the latest change of owners (I give it 6 months to a year before they give up on their “investment” and leave with their tail tucked between their legs…) and my ongoing evolution into a pale blog with a heavy focus on cottagecore and its various branches nowadays.
I would also like to give a very special shout-out to The Walking Dead/Richonne/Carnid folks who have welcomed me with open arms into their post apocalyptic world (what’s left of it after all the absolutely EXCELLENT writing…), the GOTHAMITES who have welcomed me as a lifelong citizen (the show may be over now but Gotham will always be my home!), and as always, mad love to all of the Gladiators who still follow me despite the show (mercifully!) being over and those who keep enjoying my mashups on here and my ongoing efforts at clever (usually not, but it’s funny 9 times out of 10…) live and before/after the show commentary on Twitter for both old and new fandoms. The acceptance from everyone makes things infinitely more fun around here! Here’s my favorite owls and some other appropriate pics and here’s to at least a thousand more!
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anairbri · 9 months
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thank u to everyone who commented and liked and reached out yesterday. y'all are the real mvps and I appreciate it more than you know 💖
(cw: mental health shit, SI mention)
I'm still sleeping far more than I should and I'm not capable of much other than the basics of keeping myself alive. BUT I started some new meds that will hopefully help me get out of the depression-anxiety paralysis hole and let me function again. I feel less like I want to die any moment I am alone, which is often and scary and I think brought on by another med that I've since stopped. no idea if I can go back to work or not next week, though.
this is super hard to write bc I'm not one for public displays of vulnerability. but y'all have been really kind and supportive so I figured I'd say what I can about it. and to let anyone else going through similar shit know that you're not alone and to prioritize taking care of yourself. reach for the support you have available and don't be afraid to ask for more when you need it. your life is the most valuable thing you have and worth every bit of what it takes to keep it going 💜
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