4-hour follow-up to ‘Can I make your life better?’: ‘I’d love to.’
I’m humbled and overwhelmed in the best way.
My beloved @elrhiarhodan summed it up perfectly: “Tumblr is anti-community. It’s all about pissing in the wind and hoping that someone else gets wet and dirty.” Anti-community. That’s the perfect word for it. It’s been there every time I checked my dashboard. I didn’t see communities; I saw islands.
I was one! I used to pride myself on being accessible, but by the time I left, I’d shuttered my windows and locked the doors, insulating myself from “fandom.” But I am fandom. So are you. Every nerd you’ve ever met, every person who has ever participated in a work of art and been moved by it, they’re part of fandom, too. That is what a fandom is: a group of people with at least one thing in common. The level of participation varies, the level of dedication changes, and the responses range from critical to unconditional, but ultimately, if you consume it, you are part of it.
I love writing fic, and I love incorporating meta into said fics, and my love for The Flash hasn’t dimmed. If anything, it’s grown. So one question finally occurred to me: “Why am I barring myself from a thing I loved?”
Because I didn’t know why I was here. I got lost. But I knew why I came back: I came back because of you. The best parts of this experience have always been you. I say “you” in particular because it’s not about numbers – it’s never been about numbers – but it’s about being able to say, “I am so glad you exist.”
I love that I can make you smile. I love that my adventures have a positive impact; I absolutely love sharing them. (Looking at you, my wonderful @notenoughtogivebread.) It’s made me a better person because it encouraged me to practice better habits: I looked for silver linings. I looked for a way to spin a situation, however ridiculous, however wonderful, in a way that made that moment in time fond. It worked. I’m still grateful for the impact that’s had on my life. You – not Tumblr; you – have made me a better person. You have made me happier.
You have given me so much. Your love is overwhelming. I’m genuinely humbled and will never be able to properly convey how much I appreciate your warmth, support, and kindness (if I were to list everyone who’s shown me love in any context I’d be here for days, so I’ll draw on my newest friend, @tamnew09, and their lovely remarks about my works as just one example).
I love what you’ve empowered me to do: to become a better person, every day, in little ways. To get back up no matter how many times I stumble; to keep going no matter how far away the other side of a dark storm seems. To strive to be the next-best version of myself, the culmination of all my learning experiences, of all my old and new aspirations, my values, my dreams.
Love is what I’ve always tried to give you (and still you reflect it a hundredfold! <3), not because I felt obligated to, but because I wanted you to feel as loved as you deserved. I wanted you to feel so loved that you felt like you were a good person, because you are. I wanted to show you love as if you’d never done anything wrong, as if everything in your past was forgiven and we could start fresh every day, and you could mess up as many times as you would and I’d still be in your corner. That we could disagree, we could lose touch, and still I’d leave my door unlocked for you.
When I say I want to make you a little better, a little happier, my goal is simple: I want to help you reach for and achieve the best possible life you can. I still do. I’m a team player: I spent the past nine years mentoring and working with a wonderful, evolving family at the zoo, the preceding three years leading another gang to a national competition for the first time in our twenty-plus year history, and I’ve been part of some team or another ever since I could walk. It’s always mattered to me that as many people as possible were having a good time, win, lose, or draw.
In that context, I hope you can understand why it’s been an on-and-off thing for me to walk away from Tumblr. You’re family to me. You’re my mentors, my peers, my partners-in-crime. Whenever the amorphous thing we call Tumblr gets me down, you keep my spirits up, remind me why I stayed, and indeed show me why I’m coming back.
Because yes: I am coming back. Things are going to be different, but I’m hoping to make them different in a good way. I want to keep growing with you. I want to make my relationships here a priority. And I want to make something magical of this, because whatever else Tumblr is, it is a way that I can talk to so many of you, people on the streets I’ve never met before, people in other countries, people in contexts I’d be unlikely to encounter in real life (e.g. parents!). I know I’m just one stranger you may or may not ever see IRL, but I’m still here, sitting behind a computer screen, writing another breathtakingly long remark to say something very simple:
I love you, and I look forward to loving you more in the future.
do you watch friends? there was a scene where phoebe complains that she's 30 but still hasn't had the perfect kiss. joey runs out of the coffee shop, kisses her & then says "now you can say you've had your perfect kiss." it was quite sweet. can you write a mini klaroline prompt based off that?
Thanks for the prompt nonnie and I’m sorry this took so long to do, I actually had it half written then managed to delete it and have had trouble getting the motivation again. And yes I adore Friends and this scene : )
I also want to tag @thenerdyunhealthybrit who gave me a Friends drabble prompt AGES ago and I never got around to it. Hope this will suffice, luv : )
I’ll Be There For You
“Well, that’s three months of my life I’ll never get back,” Caroline sighed, flopping onto the café’s couch next to Bonnie defeatedly.
“And another one bites the dust,” Enzo murmured, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper as Kol began to hum the melody of the aforementioned Queen song.
“It’s a little too early for your poor excuse of a comedy duo sketch, isn’t it?” She scowled in their direction. “Urgh. What’s wrong with me?”
“Well…” Kol began.
“You’re not being helpful,” Bonnie chided, giving her boyfriend a knowing look.
“She makes it too easy,” he argued, poking out his tongue.
“I meant,” she replied tersely, choosing to ignore his usually childish behaviour. “Why do I always pick the wrong guys?”
“I thought James was perfect relationship material,” Elijah offered, mimicking her premature and totally unfounded predictions and calmly taking a sip of his tea. “If I recall correctly he’s a lawyer, Harvard Rhode Scholar, has an impressive stock portfolio and likes the opera.”
“You really should have known from that opera nonsense,” Klaus interjected.
Caroline turned to give the middle Mikaelson a weary glance. When they’d first met the Mikaelson siblings after Kol and Bonnie began to date all those years ago, his crimson lips and dimples had disarmed her briefly but then she found out just what an arrogant smartass and womaniser he was and the spell was well and truly broken.
“It’s times like these I wish you’d not listen to anything I say just like your brothers,” Caroline said to Elijah, while choosing to ignore Klaus. She figured that unusual perceptiveness he possessed was due to Katherine’s influence over the eldest brother since they’d recently begun dating.
“Well, he must have done something wrong,” Katherine observed, snatching the last salted caramel macaron before Enzo could get his greedy hands on it.
“Oh yeah, he did.”
“Oh, let me guess,” Rebekah offered. “He couldn’t dance like that Max fellow with the two left feet?
“Yeah, you had bruises for weeks from memory,” Klaus shared.
“No, it has to be Sam and his questionable fashion choices,” Enzo observed. “But between you and me, I don’t mind a good turtleneck. It can get a little nippy in New York City in the winter, after all.”
“Turtlenecks haven’t been in fashion for a long time and anyone who’d pay so little for a suit needs to have his head examined,” Klaus interjected again.
“No, it had to of been the laugh,” Kol chuckled. “Do we all remember Nathan and that weird noise he emitted that sounded like a dinosaur dying?”
“How in the world do you know what a dying dinosaur sounds like?” Katherine baulked.
“I concur with Kol’s comments, just this once.” Klaus mumbled. For someone who showed zero interest in her love life certainly had a lot of unexpected opinions.
“You have to admit, it was pretty bad,” Bonnie whispered, not quietly enough though to avoid a dirty look from her best friend.
“Is my love life really that entertaining to everyone?”
“Kol, zip it,” Rebekah warned, slapping him across the head for extra effect and some sisterly revenge. “It can be very difficult to find a good man, believe me.”
“Well, when the woman in question is your bossy, big sister then it’s not that surprising,” Kol shrugged.
“Enzo? Are you going to defend me here?” She baulked, looking to her boyfriend who was still immersed in his newspaper.
“You let him get to you every time, darling. You know just saying,” he murmured, his hand finding hers comfortingly.
“Don’t take any notice,” Katherine said. “He’s hopped up on caffeine. As soon as he’s coming down from his high we can all pester him incessantly and pepper him with retaliatory insults.”
Caroline wasn’t unfamiliar with their usual banter and while she mostly found it entertaining, today she wasn’t in the mood. When would she find the guy who was going to change her perception on things, challenge her daily and give her the perfect kiss she’d craved? Call her a pathetic romantic but she’d been waiting for that kiss for almost thirty years and right now wasn’t sure it would ever happen.
Her birthday was coming up in a month and it had taken all her strength to stay with James to that point. Yes, he was perfect on the outside and she was pretty sure would kill any job interview or parental interrogation but she wanted more. She wanted her perfect kiss and couldn’t wait any longer. She was running against the clock, after all.
“Care?” Bonnie interrupted waving her hand in front of her face. “We lost you there, which isn’t entirely unexpected in this crowd. What was wrong with him?”
“It doesn’t really matter. I suppose he just wasn’t right for me,” she mumbled, feeling the hot water welling in her eyes and dreading having to explain her sudden reaction. “I actually need to get to work.” Before anyone could object she left, pulling her coat across her chest to ward off the winter chill.
“Caroline,” he shouted, she’d know that familiar accent anywhere given its ability to cause a few niggling sensations down below. Why did her name have to sound so good rolling off his tongue? “Wait up.”
“What do you want Klaus?” She growled, turning around on her heel quickly and somehow finding herself rubbing against his chest teasingly, those necklaces in full view peaking out teasingly beneath his familiar henley.
“What was wrong with him?”
“You didn’t say, no doubt due to my brother’s lack of tact as usual.”
“Oh come on, it’s growing on me,” she shot back sarcastically.
“That’s when I know you’re delirious,” Klaus joked. Caroline was trying to ignore just how handsome he looked in that charcoal, fitted jacket and dark jeans.
“And you must be too wanting to know about my latest relationship, I mean you’ve barely batted an eyelid.”
“Not sure where you’ve been all this time, love,” he smiled. Moving closer and fastening a stray lock of hair behind her ear, surprisingly her slightly. “Now, what did that ass do exactly and should I kick his ass?”
She was momentarily winded, struggling to breath because he felt so warm against her body and his spicy aftershave so enticing as it filled her nostrils.
“All I wanted was the perfect kiss before I turned thirty, let’s just say he couldn’t oblige.” She noticed a slight tugging at the corners of his mouth, afraid she’d summonsed the arrogant monster from within.
“I can’t promise perfect but I’d be willing to try and help you out?” She was frozen now, wondering exactly what this would mean for their friendship but his close proximity only made her want him more. She figured you were only thirty once and as his mouth covered hers she realised just how good it felt.
His lips massaged hers, slowly at first, almost like Klaus was relishing in the initial contact as Caroline melted into his embrace. She felt his tongue slip into into her warm and waiting mouth. She groaned against his lips unable to stifle the unfamiliar feelings he’d caused from just one kiss.
The sound of a car horn broke them from their reverie and moving apart, albeit reluctantly. They continued to stare, their blue eyes unwavering their breathing slightly ragged.
“I suppose I should, uh, get going,” Caroline said, finally managing to find her voice.
“I suppose you should then, love,” Klaus smiled, those dimples making a sudden appearance. She managed to tear away her gaze and make her way down the sidewalk even if her legs felt like jelly and her heart was racing that much faster.
Fast forward three years and her friends relished in telling that particular story at their wedding reception but both the bride and groom liked to argue who really was the one to make the first move and if in fact it was the perfect kiss.
Caroline liked to play her cards close to her chest to avoid inflating that already impressive ego but Klaus figured he had the winning hand given she’d agreed to marry him at all.
I’ve been neglecting one shots on this blog cause I’ve either been writing the next chapter of a long fic or just neglecting writing completely. But please accept this one shot I wrote back in June and never posted as an apology.
This is a “sorry that text was meant for someone else but hi there who are you” au
Maka stared at the text she had received from an unknown number, completely confused by the context of it. She didn’t know anyone who owned a black cat. Nor did she know anyone who owned a black cat that specifically enjoyed going to neighbors apartments and begging for food. Maybe she had seen the cat pass by her once or twice, but it mostly liked to stop at the doorstep of the girl who lived opposite her. It never stopped at her place.
So why had she received a text from a stranger about it?
Summary- When a trip to Gravity Falls to see their Grunkles ends up sending a 17 year old Dipper and Mabel, plus Pacifica, back in time, they think of it as the perfect opportunity to fix their Grunkles messed up lives. Just pretend to be someone else while you get closer to the Stans, and then prevent Stanley from breaking Ford’s device. Easy, right? Not exactly… Everyone knows that if you change the past, you change the future, and the future they return to might not be one they like. Includes Dipifica with a teeny tiny bit of one sided Mabifica
Based on @artsycrapfromsai ‘s AU idea. All of the credit for the great idea goes to her, I just tweaked it a bit. Hope you enjoy! Rated T because, well, they are teenagers and they might get up to things *eyebrow waggle* nothing bad though.
The rain wasn't ever going to let up, or at least that's what it seemed like. The dark gray clouds covered the sky, and seemed to go on for miles.
Dipper jammed the button for the windshield wipers again, annoyed that the automatic version had gone out literally a day before they had to leave. He had to hit it manually every so often, and it was getting really annoying.
The car slowed to a halt at a red light, and Dipper glanced into the backseat for the hundredth time to check on Mabel.
Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, but Dipper couldn't tell if she was asleep or just intently focused on the audio-book she had loaded on her iPod that morning. He could just see her purple ear-buds sticking out among her short brown hair, and the blue iPod that was connected to them via a purple and blue cord was lit up, indicating that it was on.
He turned back towards the road as the light turned green, and eased the car forward. Drives like these always worried him, especially during the rain. He had inherited his Dad’s old car, and, while it was an impressible car, and he was having fun restoring it, it didn’t work too well. He was always worried that it would slip off the road during a rainstorm.
“You are now entering Oregon." A sign came out of the fog, and he smiled. They had been driving for a long time now, but that sign meant that it was almost over, and Dipper was very glad for that.
He glanced back at Mabel again, and rolled his eyes. She had promised to take half of the driving, but after she had put in her ear-buds, they both knew that she wouldn’t. She didn’t really like driving anyway, but it was still annoying that Dipper had to take the entire drive to himself. He didn’t even have her to talk to, because she was so determined to finish her audio-book.
He sighed as he took the exit that would eventually bring them to their destination. A small, sleepy town called Gravity Falls.
Dipper hadn't seen Gravity Falls since he was 12, mostly because he was a bit scared. sure, he had kept in touch with his friends and great-uncles, but he hadn’t had any desire to go back.
I'm SO happy you want to write drabbles, because I'm dying for another Marcel/Harry&Louis-story (because I know you also love Marcel). I'll give you some numbers, but you could write literally anything with Marcel and I would love it! Here it goes: 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 23, 29, 33, 35, 39, 50. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3
Okay I decided to do #4 for this, since you listed 50, which was author’s choice. Sorry for being selfish, I hope it turned out okay! MARCEL FOREVER!!
4. “Do you…well, I mean — I could give you a massage?”
This was the third consecutive night that Louis and Marcel had stayed late at work together. Louis was used to staying until 5:30 or 6:00 every once in a while, but with their software conversion project going live at the end of the week, they’d been stuck in Marcel’s stuffy office until 7:00 or 8:00 at night lately, powering through dinner as they worked out bugs and ironed out last minute details. It looked like tonight they’d be staying even later than ever.
Louis sighed. He’d run out to get sandwiches for dinner, and he felt a pinch of concern as he stood in the doorway, watching Marcel work. Marcel was hunched over his computer with a deeply furrowed brow, his heavily gelled hair breaking free of its forced taming and falling into his face. Every few minutes he’d rub at his back and neck, wincing, but getting right back to typing and scrolling.
He needs to fix that chair. Louis thought, shaking his head in frustration. He knows he needs better lumbar support.
OKAY OMG jikook where they hate/have a rivalry with eachother IRL but on tumblr they're /BEST FRIENDS/ and talk all the time and have crushes on eachother but dont know who the other is IRL O R!!!!!!!! Yoonmin where yoongi is like the coolest kid on campus and everyone kinda fawns over him so when new transfer kid Jimin shows up and is like "I don't really see why everyone likes him so much??? He's just some guy??" Yoongi's like "i'll MAKE him love me" but then falls in love with jimin himself
asdfghjkl yeees i love these ;;;; I’ve split them into two posts though so this one is jikook and >> this one is yoonmin <<
When Liam Payne inherited his great aunt’s mansion, he never expected it to be haunted. With the help of famous ghost hunters Harry and Niall, Liam is hoping to evict the ghost and sell the house once and for all.
There’s just one problem: Louis has been in that house for a hundred years, and he doesn’t much feel like leaving.
Alternatively; come for the ghost sex, stay for the feels.
“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.
Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.
With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.
Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.
As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?
and last but CERTAINLY not least, I want to give a huge shout out, thank you, and hug to every author, artist, and moderator involved with @30daysofsmut. You made October a FANTASTIC month, and gave so many people something wonderful and smutty to look forward to every day. Congratulations on your massive success, and I’ll be patiently (read: not patiently at all) waiting for the next edition :P
“Dad, you’re so embarrassing,” Ila mumbles, but Dean barely hears her.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he’s roaring, waving a flag in the air. “Run faster, you git!”
Jay tugs on his mother’s sleeve, his bottom lip stuck out in a tragic pout. “Mum, what’s so exciting about this game? Everyone’s on the ground —”
Parvati hushes him. “Just pretend it’s Quidditch without the brooms.”
“Still boring,” Jay whines.
Something happens on the field that makes everybody around them groan. Parvati cranes her neck to see the aftermath, but the man in front of them keeps shifting, obscuring her vision.
She sighs, unsticking her shirt from the nape of her neck. She’s sweating and uncomfortable; she hardly even knows the rules of football. This morning, in a fit of foolish vanity, she put on a pair of large gold earrings that are now tugging down heavily on her earlobes, making them ache. By all rights, she should be miserable.
But as she looks at her husband bouncing eagerly on the tips of his toes, one corner of her mouth lifts.