Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333
bitches be like i'm fine and then cry about dead gay wizards from the 70'
...anyway have some wolfstar
(me january 2022) seriously though its time to pull my shit together
(me november 2022) seriously though its time to pull my shit together
Hot take: every teen drama would make 100000x more sense if it took place in college.
Never in class?
No one goes to class during college.
No adults see what’s happening?
There’s no parents in college.
Everything is near each other.
You could ask different majors or professors for advice.
Everything makes more sense.
Can you imagine if ao3 did a Spotify wrapped thing?? I’d have to hack the site and shut it down my history must stay in the dark
soft asks to get to know people
- what song makes you feel better?
- what’s your feel-good movie?
- what’s your favorite candle scent?
- what flower would you like to be given?
- who do you feel most you around?
- say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
- what color brings you peace?
- tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.
- what calms you down?
- what’s something you’re excited for?
- what’s your ideal date?
- how are you?
- what’s your comfort food?
- favorite feel-good show?
- for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.
- compliment the person who sent you this number.
- fairy lights or LED lights?
- do you still love stuffed animals?
- most important thing in your life?
- what do you want most in the world right now?
- if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?
- what would you say to your future self?
- favorite piece of clothing?
- what’s something you do to de-stress?
- what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)
- what movie would you want to live in?
- which character would you want to be?
- hugs or hand-holding?
- morning, afternoon or night?
- what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
this shit with the tumblr app and apples censorship and the internet censorship feel a lot like a major library burning if im being honest. like here is the internet, a collective of human history, literature, and art all being collectively blocked from sight forever just so people can make shit more marketable. This isn’t even user friendly because so many users are being excluded for having non conforming views and opinions. This is straight up companies governing and manipulating thought and speech. Could you imagine this happening back when queer content was less supported by the general public??? Hell a lot of the words now banned on tumblr are things that pertain to mental health and have helped people find support when their on the edge. Like who the fuck is apple to say what should be allowed to be discussed publicly by its users???
STOLEN FIC
Hey guys so someone stole my Clingy as They Come (Bucky x Reader) fic.
I love when people reblog my work but to copy it and portray it as their own creation hurts. So please don’t do this to people.
To be honest it’s really fucked up
Please don’t copy and paste other people’s works and then portray it as your own. This is not cool. It takes so much time and energy to write a fanfic and then to have it stolen really hurts. Especially when the person who steals it says the don’t like the fic much! If you don’t like the fic don’t steal it! Stop plagiarizing other people’s hard work
How to find out if your story has been stolen:
Copy a paragraph from your work. Make it something relatively unique to the story. Three or more lines is best.
Paste it into Google and hit search. You can also add site:tumblr or site:wattpad for example on the end to search for specific locations.
Anywhere that exact "code" statement is uploaded will show up as a search result.
I also HIGHLY encourage authors to do a weekly or monthly browse of Wattpad, especially looking at works titled "One-Shots, Imagines, Collections," ect. Users often group the stolen works as individual chapters, which makes them hard to find.
I also very much recommend that everyone sends Wattpad a feedback report (you do not need an account, just make up a username when it asks) and report that you'd like Wattpad to adjust their DMCA and plagiarism process so that anyone can file a report providing sufficient evidence. OR that you don't need an account to file a report, only sufficient evidence.
It's happening across Teen Wolf, BTS, Good Omens, Supernatural and every other fandom right now. Over 2million words worth of fic was reported this week so far.
Thank you so much for this information!!
Unfortunately this plagiarizing fanfiction stuff keeps happening across various platforms but mostly authors from tumblr or ao3 getting their work posted on wattpad without permission and I can’t believe people still do that in 2021.
Reblog to spread the word!
Hey, I saw your requests are open and was wondered if I could request? Something extremely angsty with a fluffy ending using this prompt: “ Don’t you see that I love you?” I understand if don’t want to do this :) keep up the good work! 🥰 thank you I’m advance!
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned toward him, instincts tilting your head to the right angle, pulling you toward the warmth of his skin, toward his mouth—
“Stop,” the Doctor whispered. The warmth was gone.
You opened your eyes, saw that he was across the room now, had bounded to the other side of the TARDIS console. “Doctor, don’t—”
“You don’t know what you’re doing.” His voice was low, almost a growl. He pulled levers, pressed buttons. It all looked impressive, but you knew that nothing was actually happening. “You’re young, you’re tired. It’s been a long day. Got a little caught up in the moment.”
“I’m ‘young?’” you echoed. Your body had gone cold. Crossing your arms didn’t provide any extra warmth. “Doc, I don’t understand—”
“Course you don’t,” the interruption was delivered with so much nonchalance that it stung. “Wouldn’t expect you to. Go to bed, Y/N.”
You bristled. “Are you serious? You’re telling me to go to bed now?”
The Doctor finally looked at you again. It didn’t last long, and he trained his eyes back down on the console. “I’m asking you.”
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
“I’m old, Y/N,” the Doctor snapped. The engines groaned, and he hastily flicked another switch, realizing he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing. “Terribly old, much too old, and I don’t do that.”
“What, kissing?”
“I don’t kiss you,” he snapped. “Not you. I—can’t. Please, go to bed.”
You flinched, glared at the floor. “Didn’t realize it’s such an unappealing prospect, sorry.”
“It’s not.” The words were barely a whisper, more of an exhale, but they made your head shoot up, made your eyes study his body, trace the outline of his suddenly broken silhouette.
“I’m not,” you faltered. “I’m not playing some game, Doctor. I’m not asking for this lightly. Don’t you see that I love you?” It wasn’t a question, more of a demand. Vulnerable, goosebumps and clenched fists level of vulnerable, you added gruffly, “You big idiot.”
The Doctor watched you through the TARDIS , blue eyes piercing through the glass. His expression was blank, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed. His eyes—you couldn’t explain it; they were dark and bright all at once, and they didn’t so much as look through you as cut through you.
You fidgeted. Something crept up your throat. Inadequacy, maybe. Silliness. A silly little human looking at something ageless and wonderful and impossible and demanding something you didn’t fully understand. “You’ve never made that face before, so I need you to say something.”
The Doctor crossed the console room. His finger and thumb toyed at the sleeve of his jacket, to keep his hands from shaking. “Okay,” he said simply. “Okay.”
“Okay?” you repeated. You took a step back. “I say ‘I love you,’ and you say ‘okay?’”
“No, you asked me to see it,” he said, unable to stop that familiar, pedantic little lift of his eyebrows. But his eyes kept burning, and he kept moving forward. “And I do.” He was less than a yard away, now. A foot. A step. “You asked me to see it,” he breathed, “and I’m saying okay. I do.”
You tried not to sound small. “What am I supposed to see?”
“Me,” he muttered. The step was gone. “Do you?”
It felt like a test, but it also felt warm, the earlier hushed warmth of your almost-kiss finally creeping back through you. You scanned his face. Those worn lines, the thick eyebrows, the quick mouth that trembled—trembled—when looking at you. “I always have, Doctor.”
The tremble stopped.
Then, quickly, with a sort of reverence that you could somehow feel, he kissed you.
Migraine
Words: 1481
Pairing: Gil Grissom x Reader
A/N: not proof read but I hope you enjoy. I remember being pretty happy with this after writing it. This can be read as if the reader and Grissom are purely platonic or if there’s something more.
Request: I saw that you write Grissom in your who I write for list. Could I get a Grissom x Reader where the reader gets a migraine while at work and he takes care of her and makes sure shes ok. I love your csi writing by the way and binged all of your stuff for it - Anon
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“I think I’ve watched this same clip around a thousand times now.” you commented as Grissom came into the room