but i need to read again

So, by popular demand, I wrote an ending to this post: https://holdmesamthatwasbeautiful.tumblr.com/post/164438118391/holdmesamthatwasbeautiful-sam-is-a-little-bit

(the one with the pining!wincest, if you remember it) 

I think you can read this one alone, but, yeah. Might make more sense if you’ve read the first parts.Xx-Ninni

They’re still in the car when it’s two am, and Dean’s given up on trying to find a motel for the night. He feels the fatigue in his bones, and as he pulls over, he speaks for the first time in hours.

“We gotta sleep in the car, I need some eyeshut.”

Sam clears his throat. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”

The silence that stretches between them again as Sam settles in the backseat, and Dean in the front, is much more profound without the engine running; without the soft roaring of the car speeding through the night.

Dean can hear Sam’s soft breathing in the backseat, steady and calm. He’s almost fallen asleep when Sam asks a question into the night that makes Dean’s entire insides freeze and his eyes screw shut tightly.  

“Who is it?”

Dean is too tired, of everything, to pretend like he doesn’t know what Sam means. He just begs, quietly, “Sam, don’t.”

“Come on, who is it you’re still in love with?” Sam sounds annoyed, and it tears at something inside Dean; it tears at the carefully constructed barrier he’s had many years to build within himself to keep the truth from clawing its way out of his mouth and ruin everything.

“I said fucking don’t,” Dean snarls as he gets out from the impala, slamming the car door shut.

His heart pounds like he’s run for miles, and he feels everything spiral out of control when Sam follows him out of the car.

“What the hell is going on, Dean?” Sam half-shouts, his arms exasperated in the air. “Why can’t you just tell me?”

And just like that, in the middle of nowhere, Dean’s neat barrier crumbles.

He lounges himself at Sam and fists the collar of his jacket as he pushes them both up against the side of the car. “I can’t tell you because he wore a castoff Led Zep tee,” Dean growls slowly, “And he’d just wasted his first vamp, and he fucking glowed. Because I fell in love with him in the backseat of this damn car when I was eighteen years old, and ever since that day, I’ve hated myself.”

Something drops from Sam’s face; the annoyance fades from his moonlit face and is replaced with a look of something Dean is too terrified to define, and his chest aches.

Sam’s fingers dig into Dean’s upper arms, and for a moment, everything is perfectly still. The faint rustling of the wind through the forest surrounding the highway seems to falter, and even the soft breeze around them settles.

Dean can only assume it’s the calm before the storm, and he closes his eyes.

He waits for his world to end.  

“Dean,” Sam whispers, “Look at me.”

Sam’s eyes are shiny, and his hand is very warm when he gently cups Dean’s face. “Dean,” he whispers again. “Dean, me too.”

“Don’t you do that,” Dean begs, his throat thick with distress. “Even if you hate me, please, don’t do that.”

Sam’s fingers gently curl behind his nape, and suddenly Dean can feel Sam’s breath against his mouth; damp and hot. “I was so jealous,” Sam breathes. “When you told me. That you were in love. I felt like I needed to kill them, Dean I swear, I was gonna do it. I love you, I’ve always loved you.”

Dean gasps softly, because a strong arm encircles his waist and he’s suddenly flush against Sam, who’s warm and lovely under Dean’s palms.

“Please,” Dean begs. He’s not even sure what he’s asking for; but when Sam kisses him, he knows.

He asked for this, for Sam’s hot lips against his; for their keening noises mingling together as they kiss up against the car, for Sam’s arms around him.

Dean feels Sam’s heart race beneath his fingertips, and he thinks, perhaps my world doesn’t end like this.

Perhaps, this is how it starts.

So a couple months ago someone asked me to sell them on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood because they were thinking about watching it and I never published the ask because I kept re-writing my answer over and over again and just had too many positive things to say. I feel a little guilty about that now so anon if you still follow me and are reading this I’ll just give you a one paragraph response: 

It’s universally appealing, has the perfect mix of drama, action, comedy, and raw emotion and as unbiased of a person as I try to be you’re honestly a monster if you don’t like it. Pretty much everything a “great” story needs to contain, this series has in spades. It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me spend the better half of ten hours trudging through the hell that is youtube-anime-convention-voice-actor-playlists. I’ve also rewatched it more than almost any other show besides ATLA. It’s just so freakin’ good. Also it apparently has the highest rating of any anime series on myanimelist which would probably mean something to me if I had seen any of the other anime on that list but alas naruto owns this ass. 

anonymous asked:

Have you ever drawn punk!Norway? Or, even simpler, have you ever read a punk Nor fanfic (coughcoughThe Common Denominatorcough)? Do ya ever just... get filled with so much love for an idea?

I think I’ve sometime drawn punk!Nor… Oh right a year ago? I had to dug it up. I should draw him again tho, or with all the nordics at sometime since daaaaamn I love that Idea and I also often crack up for the idea of boys being hardcore into heavy metal

( I haven’t read that and I suddenly have a mighty need)

anonymous asked:

heyyy, I'm so happy that the ask box is open again bcs i've been dying to find some fics where baekhyun is sexually harassed. are there even fics like that? i need your help so much right now plssss

Get me through the night
Old boys
Behind the wall (where the daisies grow)
The faults in Byun Baekhyun
-Admin Ellen

Fifty Shades of Park Chanyeol
-Admin Z

The fics above contain either mentions or more descriptive scenes of sexual harassment. Please proceed with caution!

happy reading! :)

Negan’s Match Part 119

Originally posted by ximaginingkaiparkerx

I followed him in to what I assume is his living room. He had a fire in the fireplace and he sat down in front of it. He licked his lips and smiled at me which sent a chill down my spine like I hadn’t felt in so long. Hader was unpredictable. One of my many gifts was reading people and yet, I could never read him. He was charming, sadistic and conniving but he was also genuine. Being around him exhausted me. I never knew what his next move was. 

“Here is the deal. I don’t want you to go, I understand you have this other community.  You don’t want me there, hell, I can’t say I blame you for that but letting you go means I will lose you again. So we need to come up with some solution.”

I sat there for a minute and took in his features.  Even after all this time he still knew how to look at me and me flush. I shifted in my chair and he noticed flashing a devious grin that I knew all to well. I rolled my eyes and it grew bigger. I sighed and smiled back. “I am going to be as straight forward as possible, I can’t stay here, I need to go back. I have someone there that is very, very important to me that depends on me.” I swallowed and hoped like hell I didn’t just fuck up in a big way.

His face changed “Like who? This guy? I thought he wasn’t important.”

“It is not him, it’s hard to say this because I didn’t think it could ever happen, but it did. I have a child. I thought after our training that I would never be able to have children, but I did. He’s my whole life. If you love me like you say you do, you will let me go back to him and forget about all of this. We will never come back and that is a promise. You will never have to see or hear from me again. Just please, let me go. I cannot live without him.”

His eyes almost seemed to darken and his expression was stone cold. Everything was silent except for the fire crackling and the sound of my heart beating in my chest. He finally opened his mouth. “How could that happen? I thought everyone was sterilized.” He shook his head taking it all in. “You were not suppose to have children. You knew better than that. You cannot be attached to anyone. None of us are. How the hell did that happen?”

I looked down, “I don’t know. Trust me, it was shocking. No one is more shocked than me that it happened but it did. He is gentle and pure. He is a light for me in this dark, sadistic world.” I moved down in front of him on my knees and grabbed his hands. I knew this was my only shot. “Please Hader, let me go back. He needs me. I cannot breathe without him.  Please have mercy and let me go. You loved me once, you told me you would do anything for me, please do this. Please Hader. I am begging you.”

He shook his head and looked deep in my eyes. I almost saw a flash of warmth. He pulled his hands out of mine quickly and I laid them on his thighs and rubbed them. “I have been through hell Hader, you don’t have any idea what I have been through. I have been beaten, raped, kidnapped, almost eaten, beaten again and again. I have lived through it all. Now I have this wonderful gift. He’s all mine. I am his mother and he needs me. Please.” I could feel a tear roll down my cheek and he lifted his hand and gently wiped it off. He sighed and bent over to kiss my forehead. 

“Out of everything I thought you were going to say to get me to let you leave, this one came out of left fucking field. I never thought that it was possible. One of my girls has a child. No one else, just you. I knew you were special. I knew you were something different than the rest of us. The man who knocked you up must have super sperm or something.” I chuckled at the thought and imagined Negan’s head exploding at the thought that he has super sperm. I felt a pain in my heart at the thought of Negan. He was probably making it back right about now. I thought of Dwight and what he was going to do to him when he finds out I am not there. I thought about my baby looking for me and finding me not there. I stood up and looked down at Hader. “I have to go Hader. I need to leave now. I need to get back to him.” I turned to walk and I heard him get up. 

“I will take you there. I will let you go back but I want to be the one to take you there.”

Shit. Now what was I going to do. If Negan sees Hader and Hader sees Negan, it will not end well. 

“No, I can’t have you know where I am. You know you will never let that go. Just let me leave.” I sighed and turned back around to leave. He moved faster on me and I reached the door. He reached me and wrapped his arms around me. I felt him breath in my hair. “I don’t want to let you leave but I will. But I cannot make any promises that I won’t try to find you. You and I have a connection. I know you feel it too. I can feel the way I make you feel. I can hear your heart beat faster when you talk to me.” He rubbed his hands all over me, like he was feeling me for the first and last time. He growled a little and kissed my neck. I pulled away from him. 

“I cannot lie, I felt that once, but I only care about one thing left in this world. My child is my only concern. Do not come after me. If you do, it will be the last time you draw breath. I will kill you. That’s a promise.”

I opened the door and walked out. He didn’t follow me. He just stood there and watched me from the doorway. Ashley was in the courtyard near his house waiting. I walked over to her. “I need a car, I need to leave.”

She looked perplexed and looked over to Hader’s house where he still stood in the doorway watching. “He is letting you leave? Just like that? What did you say to him?”

I nodded. “He is letting me leave and it doesn’t matter what I said to him. I am leaving and there is nothing left to discuss. Now show me to a car. I will have it returned along with some other things to show my appreciation.”

She looked back over and Hader nodded at her. She crossed her arms and shook her head. “Fine, follow me, I will take you over to the garage.” She walked and I followed closely behind her. She seemed irritated. She walked in to a garage where there was a few cars parked. She opened the door so I could get out. She walked over and pulled some keys out of a drawer and threw them at me. They fell on the ground and I looked up at her. Her face was red and her muscles were taught and tense. 

“What power do you have over him? I want to know, really. I just don’t understand. You left and I stayed, and still, he chooses you over me.”

I shook my head and picked up the keys. “It’s no power, I just begged him to let me leave. He’s letting me go. He’s over it. So am I. He’s yours, I don’t want anything to do with any of this.” I walked over to the car she pointed at and opened the door. 

“You are stupid if you think he is letting you go free and clear. You and I both know that he is not like that. He doesn’t just give up on things he wants. Or people he deems his property. You should know better than anyone. He will come after you. You know it deep down.”

I started up the car and put it in drive. I looked at her and she just glared at me. Deep down I knew she was right. This was all to easy. I pulled out and took off. I watched out the rear view mirror and saw him standing there, with his signature devious grin spread across his face.

This was not over for him, not by a long shot.

anonymous asked:

252. “Promise me you won’t let anything happen to him.” silverflinthamilton D:

Part 3 of Lost Along The Way

“James, what are you doing?” Thomas said softly and James froze, hand on the door. He turned his head slowly, glancing at Thomas over his shoulder.

“Something I have to do,” he said quietly. 

“How long?” Thomas asked, knowing arguing with James was futile. He had a better change arguing with a wall. 

“I don’t know. I left a letter. You should read it,” James said, looking away.

“How can you leave? How can you just walk away again?” Thomas asked, voice shaking. He wouldn’t cry, he wasn’t willing to give James that.

“Thomas, this is something I have to do, please understand that,” James said quietly. “And I need you to do something for me.”

“What,” Thomas whispered, gripping the table hard as he leaned against it. 

James turned and crossed the room, catching Thomas up in a hard kiss and tugging them together. Thomas wrapped his arms around James, kissing him desperately, knowing it would be the last for weeks, months, maybe ever if he was hurt. They pulled back, breathing hard, and Thomas refused to open his eyes, resting his forehead against James’ hands around the back of his neck. 

“I need you to make me a promise,” James said softly and Thomas took a breath, nodding.

“I need you to promise you won’t let anything happen to him. To either of you. I want you to protect each other,” he said so softly Thomas barely heard.

Thomas’ heart twisted, thinking of the way James and John had looked at each other when John had first arrived, the way they’d watched each other for two weeks before Thomas finally gave James the most pointed look he could and went for a very long walk down to the ocean and back. He’d smiled when he found them curled together on John’s bed, covered only by a thin sheet and sound asleep. 

“And if you don’t come back?” Thomas asked, unwilling to ignore reality. 

“Take care of him. Let him take care of you,” James said quietly. “I love you.”

A moment later he was gone, the door shutting behind him and Thomas was left shivering, arms closed around himself as he turned away and let the tears fall. 

fingersnapchaos  asked:

Hey hey hey I'm gonna crash in your inbox again to say HOLY SHIT I JUST READ AVI CANTOR AND I'M SCREAMING anyway if you haven't read it yet please do because I am in desperate need of more people with whom to yell about this beautiful gay trans Jewish fairy tale hOLY SHIT IT'S SO GOOD

ohhhhh my god i swear i was already going to get it like, tomorrow or the day after but. fuck. im gonna get it right nOW ok i’ve been following the author and getting hyped about this story for AGEs ok this is huge!! AHHHH

(FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS IN!! the book in question is Avi Cantor Has Six Months to Live and you should check it out!)

I return! The eclipse was the most magical thing I have ever seen and I cried during totality. Nothing I read prepared me for how absolutely beautiful it would be.

Everything got very dim and the cicadas and crickets all started shouting at once and then THE ENTIRE HORIZON LINE WAS OPALESCENT SUNSET RAINBOWS ALL THE WAY AROUND.

(Photo by my friend, but I need to paint it. It was fantastic.)

Also the sun was a black disc surrounded by a halo of fire and basically it was the best thing ever and totally worth driving from Texas to Illinois and back again even if totality only lasted for 2 minutes.

I’m already looking forward to the next one.

I FINALLY caught up on that Earth 2 Come to Earth 1 WA fic I was reading.

The angst was driving me up a wall. Like, for real…seven’ish chaps of WA never getting it quite right and both always assuming the worst…LIKE! Sometimes thoughts are worse than words. Or more stressful at least.

But I digress. It all worked out, and it was so sweet and beautifully romantic, and I am now fully ready for an update whenever the author decides to post again.

But I am badly in need of straight fluff. Or smut. Or both. I need a break from angst. For like…a while. I need things to be happy & cheery & cute & quickly resolved. That is what I need.

(which is ironic, given the next fic I’m writing is FS…where angst happens. *sigh*)

Things that fucked me up in The Foxhole Court series (warning: spoilers):

  • Every single time Andrew did something just because Neil asked
  • “He pressed Andrew’s palm to the ugly scarring across Neil’s abdomen” 
  • Dan’s entire existence as the biggest boss in the galaxy
  • “You are a pipe dream.”
  • “I am not a pipe dream.  I’m not going anywhere.”
  • Renee saving Jean
  • Renee doing literally anything
  • Wymack hating that Neil flinches away from him and doing everything he can to prove he’s the good male role model Neil deserves???
  • “You hate me, remember?” “Every inch of you,” Andrew said.  “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.” ANDREW LMAO
  • SHOWER BLOW JOB/CODDLING/ANDREW FINALLY LETTING GO ENOUGH TO LET NEIL SEE HIM FEEL PLEASURE (partly because he can’t bear to leave Neil’s side to take care of it alone FUCK)
  • “Yes or no?”
  • VIGOROUS CONSENT and Andreil knowing each other well enough to tell when the other isn’t in a good enough place to consent even when they think they are??
  • Neil calling Andrew a “drama queen” behind his back
  • Nicky getting the happiness he deserves in Erik
  • “Who’s humanizing who in that relationship, anyway?” NICKY OMFG
  • Andrew needing to map every single scar/wound on Neil’s body and Neil letting him
  • Andrew saying “I told you not to look at me like that” after Neil stares at him with fucking giant anime heart eyes when the sunlight hits his hair
  • Matt and his spikey hair (/everything)
  • Casual 3 hour bus chats where Andreil loses track of time smh
  • How fucking short Andreil is???  5 foot **nothing*** is right
  • Neil saying he wants a vacation and Andrew almost cutting Kevin’s dick off when he tries to get in the way of it
  • Honestly that whole woodland retreat with team bonding took me the fuck out
  • “The only one I’m interested in is you.”  Demi!Neil is watering every crop in my field??
  • “Thank you.  You were amazing.”  (aka me @ Nora Sakavic)
Do not take, share or search for photos of BTS wherever they are.

Please, let them enjoy this small break they have. Do not let Bon Voyage happen again.

If you see photos - do not share them. If you see the members - do not share their location, take their photo or follow them.

Please. Do not be a part of the reason as to why they feel they always have to stay in their hotel.

If they wanted to share their location with the fan base, they would have. Right now, I do not feel they want this information to be known. Thus, whatever the reasons are, I feel we can respect that.


A Court of Thorns and Roses | Morrigan

“I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You do what you love, what you need”

Go Nowhere Tonight by Anonymous for Glittermint

Written for the 1D Canon Based Fic Exchange

As always, the easy nonchalance with which he treats the rumors hurts, stabs Harry in the gut, twists the knife. Because it is hard for Harry; it’s hard to know people think they should be or are together because he wants that. Wants it so fucking badly, and it would be one thing if he could just silently quarantine that part of himself and pine secretly, but instead he’s faced with fictionalized accounts of his and Louis’s nonexistent love life and photoshopped pictures of them being coupley every time he’s on the internet. It is hard, and the fact that it supposedly isn’t for Louis functions as proof that it’s unrequited. “It’s gonna be a rude awakening for them,” he starts, gazing into his empty glass, “when we eventually come out but are dating other people. No one likes being half-right.”

Or, the aftermath of a very tense dinner party.

Oh good lord this fic is 12K+ words of total brilliance. I read it before bed and woke up the next morning still thinking about it and needed to read it again! The way this author captured the pining and the pain, while also writing such pure adoration and full on lust, and in between sprinkling in hilarious moments and truly great characterization, is just pure gold. Please do yourself a favor and read this. I really, really loved it!

anonymous asked:

Hate to admit it but honestly I'm very slow, for the therapy session, is there a way to dumb down what the therapist said to Rick?

Hey, don’t be ashamed about not understanding something, especially with a show like Rick and Morty that is so complex and fast. It’s pretty difficult to keep up with everything in it. I find myself discovering new things every time I rewatch an episode, no matter how many times I’ve seen it before. (Which is always many, many times.) Honestly, I’ve started watching things with subtitles when I can, because I miss so much. 
To be honest, I’m really nervous to answer this. Mostly because I’m afraid I’ll misinterpret something, or miss something really obvious. Or just not be that helpful. So, followers - please, feel free to add!

(I’ll literally analyse Wong’s speech word-for-word, so I apologise for any delay in replying. Thanks to @freedricksanchez for typing up the whole thing.)

Rick: Because I don’t respect therapy, Because I’m a scientist. Because I invent, transform and destroy for a living and when I don’t like something about the world, I change it. And I don’t think going to a rented office in a strip mall to listen to an agent of average-ness explain which words mean which feelings has ever helped anyone do anything. I think it’s helped a lot of people get comfortable and stop panicking, which is a state of mind [burp] we value in the animals we eat, but not something I want for myself. I’m not a cow. I’m a pickle – when I feel like it. So… you asked.

Wong: Rick, the only connection between your unquestionable intelligence and the sickness destroying your family is that everyone in your family, you included, use intelligence to justify sickness.

[Rick and Beth justify the dysfunction in their family and Rick’s poor mental health (which is the initial cause of the dysfunction) because Rick is a genius. Typically, smart people get away with things just because they’re smart. I suppose it’s natural to assume that they know what’s best in every aspect of life, since they definitely know best in at least one aspect to be called a genius. 
Higher intelligence is also linked with a higher chance of depression (IRL) - hence the saying “ignorance is bliss.” People - especially Beth - tend to brush aside flaws when they’re caused by or are in conjunction with a strength. 
Dr. Wong is pointing out that Rick’s genius shouldn’t be used to excuse his sickness, and the sickness it inflicts on the family as a whole.]

You seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force and as an inescapable curse. And I think it’s because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it’s your mind within your control.

[Here, Dr. Wong theorises that Rick can’t have a constant opinion on his own intelligence and whether it is a hindrance or a strength, because he refuses to believe he is responsible for it. Rick’s apathy for everything, including the Beth he abandoned in the Cronenberg world and almost everyone he ever meets, is essentially caused by his intelligence. His intelligence allows him to travel across universes, which allows him to see people as completely dispensable, since there’s an infinite amount of them. What Rick doesn’t acknowledge, or doesn’t want to acknowledge, is that his intelligence and ability is entirely controllable by him.]

You chose to come here, you chose to talk to belittle my vocation, just as you chose to become a pickle. You are the master of your universe, and yet you are dripping with rat blood and faeces. Your enormous mind literally vegetating [haha, that’s a good pun] by your own hands.

[Rick chooses to occupy himself in ridiculous and destructive ways. There’s an infinite amount of safe, yet entertaining ways to occupy oneself, but Rick wouldn’t be captivated by any of them (for long). He chooses to throw himself into disgusting, life-threatening situations, because those situations are the only things that can truly entertain him, despite the fact that he is, essentially, a god.]

I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I’m bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is it’s not an adventure. There is no way to do it so wrong you might die. It’s just work. And the bottom line is, some people are okay going to work, and some people… well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose.

[This part hit me hard, because I relate to it waaaay too closely for comfort. Dr. Wong describes therapy for Rick as how brushing teeth is for anyone else. It’s simply looking after the body, no matter how tedious it is. Not many people like brushing their teeth. It feels like a waste of time, and the payoff isn’t something you gain. It’s just to keep the teeth you have from rotting. Wong describes therapy as the same thing. It feels wasteful and boring, but it is necessary for some people to keep their mind healthy. It’s not fun, it’s not an adventure, and there’s no reward aside from staying healthy.
Dr. Wong also describes how Rick would rather die than be bored. This ties into the previous point - Rick needs a constant stream of activity to keep him from wanting to die. 
And that’s apparently not normal, but I wouldn’t really know????]

Anyway, it’s 2:39AM, so this is probably terribly written, and I apologise for that. I hope it helped, though??
(Again, please don’t feel embarrassed about not understanding all of it immediately! I didn’t either (aside from the last part), and I basically just got all of that by reading it just then!!) :) <3

I recently read @thecommodoresquid‘s fic One Cloud Feels Lonely and it’s literally the greatest thing ever written and America in this fic is my fav she my daughter I will fight everything for her.

also this fic is like 100% Steve angst fed to through an IV straight into your heart it’s greatlol

I’m digging through my secondary school notebooks and omg these old story ideas were hype af and I wanna draw the characters from all of them

There is a thing about fandom mentality that baffles me.
Yes, fandoms change over time and the first big boom slows down. And for haikyuu the first boom definitely has cooled down.
And as I totally get how you can be sad over passed times and be nostalgic about how things were I feel it’s unfair to sit around and mope and complain that the fandom is dead.
I know some of the first big artists and writers have moved on and as said I understand if you miss the exciting times of a new fandom. But if you only look back and look sadly behind you and at the empty spot the artists who have left the fandom have left there you will never see what is happening all around you.
There are still new people coming and creating. There are still new fics and stories and new fanart with a new style.
Some people who have been around for 1 or even 2 years are still around and providing and keeping their stories going and alive.
There are still totally new and very fresh people entering the fandom who haven’t heard or seen any of the stories yet and are excited to get to know all.
But if you only look back and hold on to the old things you won’t be able to see all the new things. You won’t be able to enjoy all the things. And this is sad. And this is what discourage other artists and writers…and in the end I feel this is what makes a fandom dead.

Some of the early haikyuu art and fics are great and they have been important and I value them and I would never talk them down.
But it’s sad to see that they are still held up to such a praise that new things often can’t find their room. Even people who joined the fandom more recently still hold up to the old things.

Go look into the fresh tags. Don’t always look for most notes but for what is new or sounds good.
There are some great artists and writers among us who have been fighting and creating for over a year now but still haven’t found their ground cause you still rather be sad about someone who isn’t in this fandom anymore.

So if you are still motivated and interested in the fandom go out there and have an open mind and search for new blogs to follow and look into newer things! People still creating and posting new stuff every day!! With this a fandom can’t be dead!