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Top 10 one direction fics that you might not have read but I feel like you should.

Nice long title for you there, but a pretty simple concept. Ten fics that I love and that I don’t think got the love they deserved. I think all of these have a hits under 5k. I’ve also linked to peoples Tumblr’s where I have them =) So if you read the fics and want to hit them with some praise, GO FOR IT. (Or comment on Ao3, that’d be a lovely thing to do.) 

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trickthekick  asked:

Hey Pascal I've been a supporter for ages (and Cosplayer of Cliff) And I was just wondering what you used for your domain/set-up for your webcomic? I have a friend interested in starting one but doesn't know how to start.

I’m on Hiveworks, and they provide hosting.

If your friend is brand new to webcomics, I think they should try either tumblr’s webcomic setup or something like tapastic (or both!). Cross-posting when you are starting out is super important to get your work out there, and both of those options are free. If they do their comic for about a bit, and really enjoy it, and want to take it to the next level, then maybe it is time to think about self-hosting and getting a domain. :)

Gayzytown on Ao3 !!

I’ve finally updated my ao3 with all of my stories and requests!! It also has a more updated version of chapter one of Match Made in ???, so check it out if you’re interested in that series!! chapter 3 should be up very soon, but until then i have lots of stories right here on the site! If the link doesnt work for you, the psued is Gayzytown, same as tumblr !! and the link is


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anonymous asked:

it's incredibly stupid i'm very sorry but i don't know how to blacklist tags

it’s not stupid at all, don’t worry!

if you wanted to avoid someone’s posts/comments/messages all at once, you’d just need to go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/your-username and add them to the “blocked tumblrs” list at the end of the page.

for tags though, you have to install xkit.
it’s available here or here. now, one of them didn’t work for me, but i’ve been using it for so long i can’t remember in detail. just choose the one which suits you better.

once properly installed, it should appear at the top among the other icons (it can be slighty different from mine).

just click on the xkit icon and go to the store, aka the “get extensions” section.

now, search for “blacklist” and install it.
go back to “my xkit”, where you should find your extensions on the left.

this one is easy to set up. you just scroll down until you find “add new”, click and write down whatever tag you want to block. 

now, this type of block applies to everyone.
let’s say, if you blacklist “blood” you won’t see any post tagged as such, regardless of the source.

in case you want to blacklist a tag only from a specific user (for example, if you don’t enjoy the nsfw one of your followings posts, but you don’t want to block ALL “nsfw” post on tumblr as a whole either), you’ll need a different extension called “servant”.

so just go back to xkit store and install it.
once opened, click on “add new servant”.

and set it on “post contains” and “hide the post”

then click on “add another” right below “post contains” and choose “the post is from” 

confirm clicking on “add servant” at the bottom and you’re done.

if you have some problems, feel free to ask! 🌼


        “What’s on your mind.. Y___?” My phone
yaps.I respond with something unintelligible
under my breath. I should have just said
loneliness, it’s the only thing that’s ever really
on my mind nowadays. Right now I was seeing
how many other words I could rearrange the
letters into. The only other anagram I could
come up with was “lion lenses,”and I wasn’t
completely sure that worked. Did loneliness
have two e’s or one? My prescription to
Adderall needed refilling. My sister is getting
married in June. My brother has a streak of
grey hair. My dad loathes Michael Moore. My
mom still tries to pass off Stouffer’s for ‘home
cooked.’ My girlfriend is a bottle of Everclear.
None of this was vocalized, of course. 

A young lady saw me sitting on the grass, a copy
of Animal Farm strewn across my lap, and
decided whatever I was daydreaming about
was interesting enough to warrant
conversation. She was wearing sunshine
colored rain boots, a skirt, and a face full of
freckles. She was, in a word, adorable.
“You look like your thinking ’bout
something interesting,” she hi-ho’d in a
singsong rhythm that made me want to cough
up this afternoons lunch. I didn’t bother with a
reply, I knew she didn’t care for pleasantries, I
fiddled with a pebble between my thumb and
forefinger and spat out a riddle instead:

“Does a rosebush have thorns, or does a
bush with thorns have roses?”

She didn’t hesitate before answering with
“Well you can have the rosebud before it
blooms and you just get a bush with thorns, but
you can’t have a rosebush without thorns so I
guess it’s the latter.”

“I forgot to set my TiVo to record Mad
Men,” I said disgusted.


I flicked the pebble at her feet, it bounced
off the golden rain boots and landed with a soft
plunk in the high grass. She giggled and sat
down next to me, a glob of wet leaves jumped
out of the way. Someone should be taking care
of the lawn, but no one seemed to care.
She whispered something amorous and
put a hand up to my face. It felt warm, but
unnatural; she still had her clothes on. I’d been
naked for about a year now, and the worst
decision I’d made in that year was canceling
my Netflix subscription. Of course, I always
had clothes on. Today it was a windbreaker
and slacks, but my train of thought was
interrupted by a slow, wet kiss on my cheek.


The alarms in my head went off, a total
violation of my personal space just occurred. I
couldn’t tell you why I was so disgusted, she
was gorgeous, but I think she sensed she’d
erred when she felt me pull away.
“What’s on your mind?” She tilted her chin
and looked up at me with dreamy eyes of light

“There are two kinds of people on planet
Earth. Writers and readers.” I started off
slightly amused, “Writers don’t have to write,
don’t get me wrong, but they are the curious
breed that lives in a world they can create.
The writer sees the world through a lens of true
novelty, everything is original and everything
has meaning. It’s poetry. Writers know the
freedom of a world without limits, but the writer
lives in a world full of people so dramatically
different from him he has to hide his true
nature. He lives in a world full of people so
different from him, that he can’t dare speak of
all the fun he’s having. And he has to with the
weight of that secret everyday, a gnawing
tension that sloshes around the gut. But not
readers, they know the world and how free
from worry and pain it can be. Life is simple,
all you have to do is listen to what works.
Readers digest the information given to them;
it’s passive, it’s automatic, and doesn’t require
any thought. The reader, lives in a world they
can discover. The reader gets to walk around
happy in the world they live in, comfortable,
they don’t have those shadows hanging over
them. The tough questions, they don’t spend
any energy asking them, they could care less.
They’re comfortable and in life you’re one or
the other - either you see the world as
something you can create, a beautiful
landscape of infinite possibilities which makes
you both free and a slave, or you see the world
as something you can discover, a world before
you that is just waiting for it’s journeyman and
the journey will always be comfortable. That’s
the difference between us; you’re a reader, I’m
a writer and we don’t even live in the same

-lp (2013)

anonymous asked:

In post 159704358591youre implying that gay male experiences are the default in all media when that's not true.


fair enough, i didn’t stick the landing on that one. i should’ve been more specific: the broad ~*~man narrative~*~ that i was talking about isn’t gay by a long shot.

everyone is in the same mine making gay content out of the same Het McMasc coal seam. imo it’s unreasonable to say that lesbians and bi women have no skin in the game when comes making good gay stories out of the same source material, and acting like they have no concept of the deep mystical rites of, uhhhhhhhh mutual pining and a quick handy* is pretty limiting when you can’t avoid the cultural seepage of, idk, nick fuckin’ hornby’s legacy of sad newly single manchild in a brown sweater looks at records and gets a sad one off the wrist while listening to a rare white sleeve vinyl pressing.

and i’m being glib but as far as i’m concerned this avenue of concern trolling doesn’t deserve more than that because saying that gay/bi women can’t possibly understand any gay narrative that isn’t 1:1 to their own life is stupid as hell. it’s ‘men are from mars, women are from venus’ given a fresh coat of misogynistic lacquer and polished up by a few spins through an echo chamber that thinks ao3 is representative of all media.

i really don’t buy that it’s impossible for anyone who isn’t a gay man to remix the dude foghorn that dominates het media without it being instantly harmful or fetishizing or w/e, especially when the slashcourse dictates that permission has to come from the same people who are arbitrarily administering these unrealistic ideas of what’s permissible in the first place (i.e my original post about the deliberately impossible inclusions that must be included in amateur meatbeat gay fic to not have some pompous yaoicourse blog write off all women m/m authors as f*jos or whatever garbage term is the new hotness this week).

when talking about making gay content from overwhelmingly het media everyone is filling their bowls with the same unflavoured oatmeal base; acting like the cinnamon i’m putting on it to make it more to my tastes somehow becomes completely different when my friend uses it to improve her own bowl of bland het mush is duuuuuuuuuuuuumb.


Wait for me to come home. - 24/1/16

Listen Sarah J. Mass fans

I think there needs to be a common understanding that when ACOWAR comes out no one should post spoilers on tumblr for AT LEAST 2-3 weeks. Gives everyone the chance to get the book and digest every bit.( if I takes longer leave a comment about how long you need, tbh I can read a 700 page book in less than 2 hours cuz I read fast lol) Idk about you guys but I’d prefer not to come on tumblr and the first thing on my dash is like the biggest spoiler alert EVER


I don’t know when, why or where did your love for me go but I do know one thing for sure - it is gone.

And I’m not going to beg you to find it and come back to me.
You can go too.
You already have.
But now I’m letting you go from my heart too.
And my love for you?
It hasn’t turned into hate or resentment. Not even regret.
It’s just up in the sky like a dead star.
Our love is officially dead.
But it’s past is shining like it should.

—  creatingnikki 

If people will be named after colors, I’ll call you purple. The kind of purple that melts in the sky when the sun is about to set and take a rest for awhile. The type of purple that makes my heart jumps a little and lits up the excitement in my eyes.

If people will be named after flowers, you’ll be my rose, no matter how painful your thorns. I’ll embrace you with my arms open wide and cage you in a warm tight hug. Even if it makes me bleed red that’ll surely tear my heart apart.

If people will be named after seasons, I’ll choose Summer among all of those four. You’ll be the sun that kisses my skin, and made my day goes lighter along the way. You’ll make me love the ocean more, and dance to groovy songs. You are the season which will never get tired of warming my heart when Winter tried to cool it with its cold breeze and snowy hands.

If people will be named after places, I’ll call you home. Not Paris, nor New York. You are the place that will always make my heart aches when I’m away—because I’ll surely miss you the moment we took our separate ways. You are the shelter that protects my heart, the one I will always run to no matter what I’m feeling. Happy, angry, sad, jolly, grateful or in love. Because you always understand and know the real me. You’ve seen me— on my ups and downs, and still accepts me— for who I am. I’ll name you after a place that doesn’t have a fancy name, yet will always be the one that will tell me that it’s okay to feel. That it’s okay to be me.

You will always remain in my heart no matter where I go.

And because people have identities, and so are things.

But you and your name will always be my favorite.

—  ma.c.a // Maybe I should Call You Mine
→ nudes, not flowers (pt. 2)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings  → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

☆ summary   →  you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

→  pt i | pt ii (final) 

☆ a/n   → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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ashinan  asked:

Listen. Listen. I got an amazing Voltron AU headcanon idea for you but you CAN'T GO RUNNING WITH IT MISS ONIONS I KNOW HOW YOU DO THINGS. From me to you: a Star Wars AU.

Predictably………..this is the longest one.

(I SCREAMED when this showed up in my inbox. Thank you for this gift, my friend. I hope you enjoy.)

(As a thank you to my followers for 100+, I took a handful of AU prompts in celebration! Prompts are quite closed, and I’m proud to present the culminating and final piece of this milestone series. Thank you all for choosing me on your dash!)


00. Lance has wanted to be a Jedi his entire life.

It’s his deepest, most sincere and heartfelt desire.

A Jedi is belonging.

A Jedi has purpose, a path and a place in life. A Jedi looks after others; a Jedi takes care of people. A Jedi is a protector of the galaxy. It’s a longing and a calling Lance has always aspired to.

A Jedi is great, and a Jedi is kind. A Jedi is a keeper of the peace. A Jedi has the Force, wide open and beckoning, bright and true. Lance has loved the Force and the Light for as long as he can remember.

A Jedi looks out for others. A Jedi looks outs for their own.

A Jedi belongs.

Lance is going to be a Jedi.

Little Lance, a handful of years old and toddling on tiptoes in the creche, pudgy face smushed against the transparisteel of the creche window. Stubby fingers leave messy prints, watching all the ships come and go in the distant hustle and bustle of Coruscant night traffic. That’ll be me someday.

Little Lance, older, peeking out from amongst his crechemates as they travel the halls. He watches the robes of the great Jedi Knights swishing about their ankles, Padawans rushing to catch up. That’ll be me someday.

Little Lance, sneaking out to the Temple Gardens late at night to watch the waterfall play, closing his eyes and listening to the Force gurgle over rocks, splash onto stones. The soft breeze of the Force through the grass, the flowers, the trees. The Force is everywhere. A pair of Jedi sit in the grass nearby, quiet, heads bowed in meditation. The Force swirls around them gently, a stream in its own right. Lance hides by his waterfall and observes, content. That’ll be me someday.

Lance, even older. Finally a Padawan himself, following at the heels of his Master as they head down to the hangars for their first mission assignment. Looking over his shoulder at all the other Jedi embarking on ships, returning from missions of their own. A hub of galactic peace, in and out, busy keeping the galaxy safe.

That’ll be me someday.

Lance, at the conclusion of his Trials.

Jedi protect.

Jedi belong.

Lance is going to be a Jedi.

01. Lance and Hunk have been best friends since the days of the creche.

“Are we getting anywhere?” Lance asks, leaning on the engine. The sleeve of his robe swings down and nearly smacks Hunk in the face.

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And I hate to break it to you
but you will have to save yourself
because no one else
is going to do so.
And if I know a thing for sure
it’s that you can do it,
you are brave and you are strong
and you are worth it.
A hero
should never be a support actor,
so be the one of your own story.
—  // pain is never permanent
  • Jay: *Phone starts ringing*
  • Kai: *Looks at who is calling* You still call your dad "daddy"?
  • Jay: *picks up phone and locks eyes with Kai*
  • Jay: Hey Nya, what's up?
  • Kai: *Chokes on drink*
an apology letter to my muse
—  i am sorry that i made a poetry out of every word you said and i am sorry that many a times i painted you as the villain of my stories when you probably were the hero. i am sorry that i told the world your secrets that you shared with me at 2.17am on the nights when it rained a little less and at 1.39am on the nights that were warmer than usual. i am sorry that i talked about you to complete strangers and that i knew more about you than you yourself did. i am sorry if someone ever comes up to you to ask about why you broke my heart, because you didn’t break my heart, i did that and put the blame on you. i am sorry if i made you stay up nights with me because no one could calm down the voices in my head like you did and no one worried about me like you did and so i told you my problems and sometimes made them yours. i am sorry that i talk to my friends about you and sometimes things get out of hand. i am sorry that i never told you how much i love you because i can’t bear to lose our friendship and i can’t bear rejection. i am sorry for all the times i cursed you at 3am because my stupid brain couldn’t stop thinking of you.
i am sorry that i kind of used you to break my heart over and over again even after it was already broken just to feel the pain so that i could write about it all. i am sorry that i couldn’t let go of you when i should have, i am sorry that i am still holding on, i am sorry.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I want to ask advice.I'm learning fine art at a university, and try to do my best, but every day I feel like the fandom groups/facebook etc. slowly but surely kill my passion for 3 years. Ignorance, humiliation, disregard. I'm at my wit's end. I dont know what should I do, I want to keep drawing, but I feel like its pointless, and no matter how hard I try my artwork is useless. I feel like I'm making a mistake by believing, I can work as an artist, and I should search for something else.

This message kind of makes me very sad. 

There’s one thing I can advice. Quit the groups and fandom circles that make you burn out so much. There is no way every single fan in a fandom you love is ignorant, or humiliating, or disregarding. Find YOUR people who will support you and re-charge your passion. 

I feel like it’s in a way how I feel about tumblr recently. I see so many posts on my dashboard that either make me super bitter or annoyed…I kind of feel like a sea of salt after I spent too much on tumblr, but whenever I’m out of it I’m back to the ray of sunshine. I guess there are blogs and posts I feel no longer connected to. And it’s normal.

SO. Try finding someone you connect to. Having a one loyal friend in a fandom you can always talk to is much better than seeing the art (even if it’s great art) from a person you don’t understand. 

There is absolutely no way that your artwork is USELESS. I generally feel that the main point of art should be bringing YOU joy. If you draw there should be something you love about it. I guess it shouldn’t really rely on recognition only. 

Also, I might sound like Katara, but hey, faith pays off. If you truly believe in something it’s going to get you there eventually. 

Favorite Fanfics Forever

Guys. Look at that alliteration in my title, it is definitely intentional, I hope you appreciate it as much as I do. 

Anyway, I have listed my all time favorite Bucky x Reader fanfics that have accumulated since my ascension into the Marvel fandom and the lovely authors accompanying them. This list had twenty fics, I scaled it down to six. Boom.

Story: Heart On the Line

Summary: (Smut, phone sex, NSFW) You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.

Why I love it: It is clever, it is funny, it is fascinating, and it draws you in. Take a look at the first chapter, you’ll see what I mean. 

Author: @buckysbackpackbuckle - An omni shipper, and Team Iron Man, Dahlia is one of the most creative forces here on tumblr, if you ever need a good read, and you’re craving smut worth your time, she is definitely someone you should follow and extend your support too. Not only is she lovely, she is brutally honest, opinionated, and absolutely stunning. 

Dahlia’s Masterlist (Make sure to check out Heavy and Hollow, it’s another fave, and I have yet to read something that will ever top it.)

Story: Catch Me

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Why I love it: It is so well thought out, the premise of the story, Reader’s exasperating tendencies, and Bucky’s equally exasperating antics are so entertaining it cheered me up on my lowest day. 

Author: @buckyywiththegoodhair - A total babe and a proud feminist that doesn’t let dramatic anons bother her, she is one of the best authors on here, she reblogs the funniest, and most accurate nonmarvel posts on here, and reblogs some of the best marvel related stuff. She is witty, kind, superbly helpful and one of my all time faves!

Check out her masterlist here and her tips for first-time writers here.

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Oblivious Husband
  • Me: *Surfing tumblr*
  • Me: *reblogging daughter's Drarry fan art*
  • *Husband shows up smiling*
  • Husband: Honey, I just had a heart to heart conversation with our daughter, she was talking about something called tumbler, on which people post stuff about otp( one time password) and talk about serious issues of shipping. How well we have brought up our daughter. * obliviously smiling*
  • Me: * looks at daughter's recent post of a smutty Johnlock fanfic*
  • Me: *Looks at husband with pity* *should I burst his bubble or not*