#userzam

i recently hit 400 followers and that’s a huge milestone for me seeing as how i’ve been barely active lately, but thank you to everyone who thought i was fun enough to follow!!! i’ve been pretty sad lately, but i figured that the best way to get rid of negative thoughts is to surround myself with positive energy, and the fandom folk are super sweet & supportive and i really wanted to give something back to them, so here i am!!!

i’ve never done this before, but i’m going to try my best. also, excuse the shitty header!

rules:

it’d be nice if you’re following your local ronan lynch stan, but you can still send in requests if you’re not!!!

reblog this post (likes don’t count!!!)

here are my creations (so you’ll know what to expect)

i write sometimes, so it’d be v cool if you’d tell me what you thought about it???

check out my animanga blog (optional)

send me an ask with what you want me to do*:

           ·   url edits* ( you can request for both ya lit & animanga edits. i’m more active in the trc/aftg/soc fandoms & the hq!!/tg/free!/bnha fandoms, but you can go through my tags lists: (i) & (ii) )

           ·   moodboards* (ship/blog/random, but please give me a theme & colour scheme to work with so i can make it v good for you!!! )    

           ·   playlists (my music taste is pretty bad, but i really love making playlists)              ·   make me choose* (characters/ships/other misc things from the fandoms listed above)

           ·   blogrates (i haven’t done these in ages, but the format will be below the cut)

if we’re mutuals, you can also join my fandom fam!!! (info under the cut)

this should at least get 40 notes or else i’ll die from the embarrassment

blacklist #drakecelebrates if you don’t want to keep on seeing the posts. i’m v cool with it!!!

*it might take me some time to get around to doing this, because uni is hard, but i’ll try to finish it all up

when you told me the news, i remember my heart aching. it wept. i had seen separation in movies, read about it in books, but in reality, it was an unfamiliar pain that a thirteen year old had to be subjected to.

when you saw me crying, you promised that distance wouldn’t matter. that you might be a day away, but the train to your city ran almost everyday and there was always hope. you told me that you’d write to me everyday and that we could visit each other when the time was right. i nodded along.

when you are thirteen, promises seem eternal.

( but so does heart break.)

- this is a work heavily inspired by makoto shinkai’s  5 centimeters per second. idk why i wrote it out, or title it “rabbits die of loneliness”. (spoiler alert: no one dies. i like my gays well and alive and in love) i guess i’m trying to explore the realm of heartbreak that stems from separation and distance. hopefully i can do the theme & the movie justice. 

we kissed when rome was burning down and when atlantis sank back into the ocean. we kissed when the stars were all out in the summer sky and my hands were seeking warmth on winter mornings. we have kissed on countless occasions, in countless situations, and yet, i haven’t kissed you.

does it, you ask.

the sky is dyed a soft pink behind us. softer than your lips, and i can feel them ghosting over the shell of my ear. it’s evening, and it reminds me of those watercolor paintings you would do for school. it’s pink and the orange that you loved about the evenings isn’t there now.

soft, soft pink.

like the roses you always get for your mother’s grave. like the lipstick stains i leave on the mirror that you wipe off all the time. like that painting you did for class when they wanted you to draw love and the first thing that came to your mind was me and soft lace.

i’m sorry, i tell you.

you don’t reply, but your body speaks for you.

you are trembling. fists clenched and eyes red. your lips are quivering. you hate that word. every time i used it in writing, you’d scowl. tell me it’s cliche. tell me that it’s boring. and right now, i’m doing the things that you hate so you’ll hate me in turn.

the pink sky. quivering lips.

we can still be friends, i tell you.

i don’t want that, you try to say.

you want me. you want me to tell you we’re fine. but it isn’t easy. it never is with you. with you, i could climb the tallest of mountains and paint dragons and see the future. you hate greetings cause they’re formal. you say that they take away the love. with you, good mornings meant you’re my world. goodbyes meant i love you. good nights meant dream of me tonight. you don’t want half-hearted good mornings and finite goodbyes. you don’t want a fraction, you tell me. you want the whole. the imperfections, the flaws, the fears, the anger, the hate, the passion. you don’t want twenty percent. it’s all or nothing with you.

the sky is still the same shade of pink. it’s my lips that are quivering now. you had the whole, but now you don’t.

goodbye, i tell you.

it just was.

in tongues

&

touches.

in a rush,

whispered hushes.

after you,

poetry took your form.

your tongue and your touch,

your rush and sweet nothings at 7 am

because you felt like it.

because you moved like it.

because it felt right.

so i haven’t exactly been online since may (?) owing to the fact that i don’t have wifi at home & also cause i was kinda in a rough patch. i had this huge plan to do summer edits, but that never really happened and i’m kinda bummed about the fact that i’m not inspired to do much nowadays (shout out to shitty mental health, i suppose???)

but i’m getting out of that and i’ve been semi active again over at @k-gune and i’ve reblogged a couple of posts over here as well. but i’m still not sure when i’ll probably make a return to tumblr. (sometime next month? when i go back to uni? i have no clue what i’ll be doing half of the time, most days i just wing it.)

but if you guys ever wanna talk, just hit me up (100% probability that i’ll be lurking)