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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɢᴇʟᴇss ʙʟᴏɢ/ᴍɪɴᴏʀ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ
ɪɴғᴏ + ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs
𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬
© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ sʏᴅs ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏᴅɪғʏ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴜsᴇ
i write for female reader, sometimes genderneutral makes an appearance, but the reader generally changes as a write, if they become [short, tall, thick etc.] for some reason then whoopty doo • this writer does not take criticisms •
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Hi, sorry if this is an intrusive question but can I ask what happened to your blog? I remember reading all the fanfics you wrote here and I’m sad I can’t revisit them…don’t answer if you don’t want to! I hope you’re doing okay and all is well in your life
i don't feel comfortable sharing my fics with anyone anymore if i'm honest.
feedback and reblogs are scarce and there's only so much an aspiring writer can do to inspire others to share their content. point is, tumblr has been changing and so has it's readers. it's harder to be seen and, there's no way of knowing how many people actually revisit old writing, so writing felt more like work and i think this is the official shut down post for the writing part of this blog.
sorry, love. writing isn't what it used to be for me. if you'd still like to read my works feel free to message me. i still write but in private.
you were one of the first people to ever comment on my writing and THATS what made me keep going
i’m literally so sad to hear you’re leaving, i haven’t read your writing but from just the way you interacted with my post i could tell you are an amazing person
good luck to you love!!😊
i'm not leaving im just dormant😂😂😂
hey yeah, its me huhu. your writing is phenomenal and you seem like this badass writing machine i totally admire that but (if youre looking) for a quick cool down from asks, write a little something about how about your favs go to you for comfort (maybe their day was hard or maybe they just missed you). remember to unclench your jaw, go have some water, and read something new, dearest writer
hi darling!! first off, thank you so much!! i’ve been so on and off with tumblr. i’ve mentioned this before but i used to have two other blogs before this one & now i’m just kinda here and write whenever i feel like it!! but i’m glad that the work i do put out is stuff that angels like you enjoy! it really makes me happy so thank you so so much 💓
and hmm my favs 🤔 let’s see let’s see… i’m gonna put everything under the cut bc i kinda went off on this LMFAO
Hi, sorry if this is an intrusive question but can I ask what happened to your blog? I remember reading all the fanfics you wrote here and I’m sad I can’t revisit them…don’t answer if you don’t want to! I hope you’re doing okay and all is well in your life
i don't feel comfortable sharing my fics with anyone anymore if i'm honest.
feedback and reblogs are scarce and there's only so much an aspiring writer can do to inspire others to share their content. point is, tumblr has been changing and so has it's readers. it's harder to be seen and, there's no way of knowing how many people actually revisit old writing, so writing felt more like work and i think this is the official shut down post for the writing part of this blog.
sorry, love. writing isn't what it used to be for me. if you'd still like to read my works feel free to message me. i still write but in private.
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Syd, i take full responsibility for the Toji thirst.
everything is in disarray, idk what to do. all i can see is this man's tiddies and fuck i-
it's too late. it's settled. i'm thinking about him in a button up that's not even buttoned. i mean he probably invites ya over for dinner and he's got this button up on and none of the buttons are in their slots.
he's a slut who's leaning in the doorway bare-chested with nice shirt that really has no reason to be on his body. that syrupy smile he gives when he sees the reason for you coming over is in your hand. he gives no shits about that tupperware container full of whatever it is you're talking about as you walk through his home. he's smiling, leaning down to hear you and making sure you feel just a bit of his breath. it's minty, he's pulling all the stops for your attention.
but somehow there's traces of the gentlemen who you bunped into at the park one sunny evening. his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the dining room table like you don't know where it is. taking your jacket and asking if you had any trouble getting here, but he's really just working you up with the small traces of his fingers up your spine.
you smile at him and he politely asks to kiss you, then there's joke of him getting it backwards, but your thoughts blank when his fingers cup the back of your neck and brush those baby hairs back there before you lean up to kiss him. he makes you say that you need him to kiss you.
from there dinner's forgotten. you're against the wall, laid on the table, bouncing in his lap, it's all a blur of pleasure and stumbling desperately while hips are stuttering together like magnets. sloppily kissing, marking down your neck and gripping your waist because from that day in the park he knows you're what he's wanted.
this perfect fucking body, not some tupperware dinner.
you knew it, too.
he's a little disappointed there's nothing in the tupperware dish, but how can he be when you were just as eager to fuck him as he was when you first met. but oh well. I FUCKING LIKE THIS ASSHOLE NOW
ma'am the fuck. i also literally never thirsted for him, I wrote that snipped that got to you for a friend who likes him, but I think we're both down bad now, yeah? :D
Syd, i take full responsibility for the Toji thirst.
everything is in disarray, idk what to do. all i can see is this man's tiddies and fuck i-
it's too late. it's settled. i'm thinking about him in a button up that's not even buttoned. i mean he probably invites ya over for dinner and he's got this button up on and none of the buttons are in their slots.
he's a slut who's leaning in the doorway bare-chested with nice shirt that really has no reason to be on his body. that syrupy smile he gives when he sees the reason for you coming over is in your hand. he gives no shits about that tupperware container full of whatever it is you're talking about as you walk through his home. he's smiling, leaning down to hear you and making sure you feel just a bit of his breath. it's minty, he's pulling all the stops for your attention.
but somehow there's traces of the gentlemen who you bunped into at the park one sunny evening. his hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the dining room table like you don't know where it is. taking your jacket and asking if you had any trouble getting here, but he's really just working you up with the small traces of his fingers up your spine.
you smile at him and he politely asks to kiss you, then there's joke of him getting it backwards, but your thoughts blank when his fingers cup the back of your neck and brush those baby hairs back there before you lean up to kiss him. he makes you say that you need him to kiss you.
from there dinner's forgotten. you're against the wall, laid on the table, bouncing in his lap, it's all a blur of pleasure and stumbling desperately while hips are stuttering together like magnets. sloppily kissing, marking down your neck and gripping your waist because from that day in the park he knows you're what he's wanted.
this perfect fucking body, not some tupperware dinner.
you knew it, too.
he's a little disappointed there's nothing in the tupperware dish, but how can he be when you were just as eager to fuck him as he was when you first met. but oh well. I FUCKING LIKE THIS ASSHOLE NOW
baby you just liked my post so imma drop some sakusa on you okay? this is for you-
Toji is bad news but the cock is just too good. You don't really care, not like you're looking for a relationship with someone this fucked up. He thought he could play you. He thought he could just fuck you a few times, take every piece of you and smash it until you were a misshapen reminder of yourself - but it's him who's losing it. He starts coming to your place later and later every night, drunker and drunker. You don't care at first - he fucks just as savagely and deliciously. He rambles about life, about love, about how you cracked his skin open and seeped inside him - you don't care. But when after a rough, mindblowing fuck he tucks his face in the crook of your neck, actually cuddles you - you freeze. And he rasps in your ear, nuzzles into your hair. Baby, my baby. Don't ever leave me. Say I'm yours. You glance at him, shocked, but stroke his back nonetheless. Are you crazy, old man? You ask. He laughs shakily. Leans up for a sloppy, needy kiss that makes you both throb. Your old man, yeah? You don't answer at first, but when he flips you over, spreads your legs, presses you into the mattress, his hot breath on the back of your neck, you gasp for him. I'll think about it.
been thinking a lot about starting up my arcana blog again, i miss those supportive folks
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Start Unconditional Basic Incomes (UBI) throughout the EU
https://eci.ec.europa.eu/014/public/#/screen/home
23/04/2022
https://eci.ec.europa.eu/014/public/#/screen/home/allcountries
If you’re not an EU citizen or can’t sign please pass the info to EVERYONE you know, so they can help spread it!
(That means reblogging this, not just liking it … )
If the EU manages to get this implemented, it could really improve quality of life for everyone not just those living in the EU.
If this get’s of the ground no western governemnt has an excuse to not at least try the UBI!
to be clear this isn’t some random change.org petition that doesn’t matter, this is the formal proper way for EU citizens to influence what the EU commission discusses. if this gets enough signatures they HAVE to seriously consider how to implement universal basic income across the european union.
Reblog to make the person u reblogged this from comfy n cozy
Why on earth would you not watch sports??? Who would want to miss moments like this??
Babies don’t forget there’s an Etsy boycott from April 11-18 to protest the higher service fees recently instated for shop owners despite the fact that the company reported record profits last year. Etsy is usually one of my go-tos but I am absolutely going to stay off for the week. Without its vendors (many of whom are independent artists/creators) Etsy is literally nothing, and if these new policies are undermining their ability to stay on the site without risking their financial stability then they 100% deserve our support. No Etsy this week!!!
i used to want the love that drives you crazy. the passionate fighting and making up and fighting and making up. the pull and push back and forth. the high of the uncertainty and mixed emotions. but then i learned love doesn’t have to make your heart ache. it can be exciting without being nerve wracking. it can be beautiful without being a tragedy.
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Hey guys!
Kaizu and I will be participating in the Etsy strike coming up from April 11th to the 18th!
Our shop will be put on vacation mode so sales will not be possible.
The Etsy strike is to protest the recent increase in fees. Etsy has announced record profits but still increased fees by 30% and have over the last few years been making the site inhospitable to small creators.
Please help support this strike by not buying anything from Etsy during the week of April 11th.
Here's a link to a petition outlining the exact demands from the strike and also more information on how some changes have harmed small creators.
Thank you!
Please spread the word if you can! Crim and I are putting our shop on hiatus— and if you’re a creator on Etsy, and can afford to do so, we hope you do the same!
I’ll also be putting my shop on holiday mode!
I’ll be participating in this too! Please spread the word - this late-stage capitalism lark is getting ridiculous!!
literally if you’re new to tumblr: reblog shit
“it wont fit my aesthetic” make a sideblog. reblog to it.
“i hate tagging” don’t tag then. reblog it anyway.
“but my likes are public” ppl here dont fucking look at your likes. they dont do anything anyway. reblog it.
“you just want attention” jokes on you, I dont make shit anymore. I’m talking about other artists.
“it’s embarrassing” tumblr is an anonymous platform. make a sideblog if you’re too cowardly
“but on twitter its fine to have lurk accounts” well they suck ass here and are assumed to be bots. reblog.
