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A short, bulleted essay about the effect of media on our thoughts and why Brooklyn 99 is a Very Important Show

Howdy folks. As you all are probably aware of by now, I started watching Brooklyn Nine Nine and it sort of … all spiraled downhill from there. No, kidding, that was a joke to break the tension. But yeah, I started watching and couldn’t stop. And, in trying to figure out why, I noticed something. 

It didn’t chafe me. It didn’t set off alarm bells in my head.

Too often, I’ll start a movie or book or show that will be entertaining, enjoyable even - but then, there’s always a line, or scene, or character, or moment that has me doing a double take. That has me cringing internally. Something that’s wrong, something that’s off, something that I don’t think is necessary. It bothers me, it irks me, and it discolours the entertainment experience I’m having. And yet, every time, I push that feeling away because I’ve resigned myself to the fact that these things will appear in the media I consume, and I might as well take what I can get, because it’s either that little irk or a blatant, in-my-face smear of disgusting and (for lack of a better word) problematic attitudes. 

But it didn’t happen this time. And I was so refreshed

While the show itself can be pretty goofy, and at times even childish, I much prefer it to any of the other “more adult” media content I’ve consumed. Why? Because it didn’t have those little irks.

Not only did it not have irks - it had the opposite of irks. It had - has - anti-irks. It actually soothes the irks from the other shows.

That was partially in jest. But no, seriously. A while ago, when I’d first started watching, someone sent me an ask that read “aren’t there so many things to love about Brooklyn 99?”

And so, because you all know my love for lists, I decided to make a list. 

1)      Let’s start with the biggest one: its incredibly diverse cast. We’ve got a cast of seven characters consisting of two black men, one of whom is gay; three women (not counting secondary characters) two of whom are Latina; and two white guys, one of whom is Jewish (Hitchcock and Scully are mostly background, so I’m omitting them from the “main” cast. If their names don’t appear on the little intro, they’re not major characters). Of the seven main characters, four of them are POC. Two of those four are female. But here’s the thing – in each and every case, the audience is aware of the characters’ background without it being a topic that is either a) made the butt/punchline of a joke, b) blatantly mentioned and brought up like it’s something unnatural or strange, or, c) completely ignored. In all of these cases, the race, sexual orientation, ethnicity and culture of each individual character is treated as something normal, natural, and respected. It can be and is part of their motivation as a character, but it isn’t the be-all, end-all of their personality (in the case of Holt, for example, the constant discrimination against him as a black gay police officer is a driving force in his decisions and attitude while not completely encompassing and/or diminishing his complexity as a character in his own right). It is never seen as unimportant, and yet simultaneously it’s made known in a gracefully, bordering-on-subtle way that – and here’s the important thing – normalizes it. This show makes the harmony and love between a precinct full of people from all different backgrounds normal and natural and a good thing.

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for @dirtykipling a continuation of my other fic about them; a scene from their stay in japan with the rest of the fam.


Never mind that most of their trip has been a disaster of one type or another- eight young adults of varying danger levels and inhumanity released on a small country does not go smoothly- the quiet moments in between the explosions and espionage are downright peaceful.

Such as, one by one, the whole of their group gathering in Karai’s main base’s media room, and turning it into an impromptu slumber party.

They’ve all drifted into a cluster together, a sort of closeness Karai has never experienced before. It’s warm and comfortable, and with a G rated film playing in front of them all, it’s a lulling kind of happiness. Karai vaguely hears Shini and April chatting with Mikey- something about the uses of necklaces and how to make them with garret wires- and a murmured conversation between Casey and Raph. Leo and Donnie are quiet, similarly to Karai, and simply enjoying the atmosphere.

Karai breathes in, and sighs contently. She’s so comfortable, a part of her wants to just stretch out fully and change into her snake form. Curl up nice and cozy in the blankets and pillows they’ve amassed between them all.

Donnie is beside her, drowsing on and off. He’s always skipping sleep in favor of inventing and experiments, the silly nerd he is. It tends to catch up to him whenever they’re not in the heat of things.

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every time i see the beautiful brutus-the-fake-prostitute post it reminds me of the fact that there is zero (0) doubt in my mind that in Amy’s first year on the Nine-Nine they have to do like, a prostitution ring bust and they need someone to go undercover and initially the obvious choice seems to be Amy but she teeters into the bullpen on her heels in her sparkly gettup and looks super uncomfortable and anxious (even tho she’s ready to take one for the team but. like. yall. it’s her first time doing this stuff.) and everyone’s gathered round to Assess and they just sort of. look at her, mostly because of how incredibly uncomfortable and unconvincing she looks

and there’s this prolonged moment where Amy’s like “okay so um. I’m ready? h-how do i look?”

and Rosa just turns on her heel and looks at Terry, totally deadpan, like, 

“Sarge.”

so Terry heaves this huge long suffering sigh and says “Santiago, take that off. Peralta, go get dressed, you’re being the fake prostitute” 

and Jake whoops and jumps up to his feet with a freakni backstory ready to go

anyway, this happened

Further daily reminder that Jake Peralta grew up literally surrounded by women there is no way this boy doesn’t appreciate a good contour and can’t give killer mani/pedis I bet Gina makes him do her nails for their senior prom bc shes thrifty and when the other girls find out they offer to actually pay him and he makes around a hundred bucks out of it

(Half of which Gina claims bc “I taught u everything u know, girl”)

1. sometimes the only thing in your way is you (move).

2. you should know this by now: people will always surprise you. you are never the only one - ever. there is someone who feels the same as you (about anything, about everything), someone who will be there when you call at 2 am. people will surprise you - let them.

3. sad truth: you will blink and the moment will be gone. so you can choose: document or be in (or both, but you’ve never been great at multitasking). either way, don’t forget to live.

4. there is always hope.

5. some days are harder than others; some weeks, some months. that’s just the way it is. but you will have family, and friends, and God, and kind strangers, and good books, and sunrises, and thunderstorms - it will be hard, but you will be okay.

6. okay is enough. it will sometimes feel like you need to be doing more than okay, better than okay. but sometimes just okay is enough (sometimes it has to be).

7. leave nice, selfless, comments on people’s social media posts; strangers and friends alike. it will make your heart warm and light, and i guarantee, no matter who they are, it will make their day.

8. simple math: if you give everything and receive nothing you will be empty. so darling, use your words wisely. some people deserve paragraphs; essays, handwritten letters, poems in which the title bears only their name. but others, the ones who take and do not give, the ones that use and use and use, they barely deserve a sentence - do not waste your ink on them.

9. your daydreams are never reality. (there will be days when they come very close)

10. change is inevitable. find a way to deal with it (dance in the dark, dance in broad daylight, cry until you have emptied your soul. scream your curses against the universe, sing about the lonely that is eating you from the inside out - SING. make mixtapes full of songs that still mean something, write letters you actually send, close your eyes and pretend), do whatever you have to do. deal with it (safely. please be kind to yourself and stay safe).

11. drink water. oh man, drink so much water.

12. don’t be so afraid to love. the mixtape you gave your friends gave you, in return, text messages that said “i cried, thank you,” requests for music recommendations, and more text messages that said the things you have been waiting years to hear. don’t be scared to love, because the people you love? they love you too.

13. not everything is meant to be poetry.

14. talk to people. don’t let regret pile up only to find out it was all a misunderstanding.

15. you have a voice, a beautiful voice. you have things to say, and you have the means to say them. fear is overrated; you have a voice - use it.

16. you are alive. you are full of LOVE; you have in you the beauty that makes up sunrises, and sunsets, and mid-day shadows, and autumn leaves, and fields of wildflowers, and blurry pictures. you are alive, dear, you are proof that empty can be full, that hopeless can be turned hopeful. all the light that a full moon exists to reflect is carried within you; you hold a world of possibilities. breathe in and let the air shock your lungs; don’t ever forget, don’t ever forget - you are alive, and you are enough.

— 

Dear Me, (things i learned in 2015) / misplacedpens 

things i learned in 2014

I have seen more people defending Dream Daddy’s scrapped cult-ending than people
being upset about the cult ending

but the amount of holier than thou attitudes is so off putting?
people have the right to be upset about things if it rubs them the wrong way?? Especially for a character who’s good ending is apparently bugged to all hell in a game that is bugged to all hell whose devs havent mentioned anything about fixing them as of yet.

There’s a difference between claiming something is homophobic and being uncomfortable or just overall disappointed in something, even if it did good in other aspects.

NaruSasu Fic: A Pair of Strays

The animal shelter!AU that no-one asked for. Your classic tale of crazy-cat-boy meets illegal-rescue-centre-owner and they fall in love. Enjoy!

Dedicated to @solochely just because. *blows kisses*

 “A Pair of Strays”

{When Sasuke met Naruto}

By the time he met Naruto for the first time, Sasuke already had four rescue cats living in his apartment and half a dozen neighbourhood strays who he fed regularly. So really, who was he to judge someone who spent all his time in an animal shelter obsessing over his charges…?

Sasuke had visited the ramshackle, run-down shelter as a last resort, when all the other vets on his list were too busy to help. There he found Naruto covered in a litter of baby foxes (“Kits, Sasuke, kits!!” he’d later insist) and blessedly, he agreed to treat Sasuke’s latest rescue. And so Elizabeth had survived, and Sasuke had fallen in love (even if it would be a long time before he admitted it).

It was only a few days later, when the two of them had stumbled into Naruto’s apartment blindingly drunk after celebrating Elizabeth’s recovery, that Sasuke realised what he’d actually gotten himself into. They were already half-naked, clothes strewn from the elevator to the front door, tearing at each other’s skin; Naruto was giggling against Sasuke’s mouth and gripping his hair tight through his fingers. Naruto tripped and Sasuke fell right down on top of him, drawing even more laughter from the blonde. Sasuke pushed himself up to sit more comfortably on Naruto’s hips, and that’s when he saw it.

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I really love the idea that after Charles leaves Jake’s apartment, Jake and Amy just sit and /talk/ for almost two hours. About Holt and about work and about them, hesitant and almost shy at first, fumbling over the words and then little by little it comes more easily, more quickly, Amy’s laughs becoming less strained and more full and Jake’s jokes goofier and more teasing.

But then I also love the idea that two hours later, they’ve talked and talked and talked and suddenly there’s a lull in conversation and Amy’s legs are tucked up under her on the couch, her hand rubbing against the bare skin of her arm, and she leans her head against the couch and smiles and Jake’s heart does this funny little skip and he looks down at her lips

And there’s this kinda, like, moment-too-long of staring, the kind you can’t just brush off as “oops, spaced out there”, and Amy says “Jake?” in a hesitant voice and because Jake has Zero Impulse Control he blurts out,

“Ikindofreallywanttokissyourigthnow”

Amy blinks at him

“If, if that’s okay,” says Jake, because suddenly they’re not drunk at all and this isn’t light and breezy anymore and he thinks his heart might dive out of his chest because of how weird its beating all of a sudden

“Your heart might beat out of your chest?” Amy says, and oh my God, colour is blooming over her cheeks an -

“I said that out loud,” Jake realizes. “Yes. Well.”

“Jake,” says Amy.

“I,” says Jake, “I mean, clearly, this relationship - this, thing, okay, its super - deep, and, and important - wait, no, that was too strong, pretend I never said that? Or, maybe if you’re okay with - but you’re - you - I’m just, I keep thinking about kissing you because -”

“Jake,” says Amy

“Can I kiss you?” he says, and thinks maybe his voice is an octave higher than its supposed to be and he sort of hates how it’s doing that to him right now

“Jake,” says Amy for a third time, and leans over and kisses him.

Amy Santiago is kissing him on his living room couch and its not light and breezy and theyre definitely sober and Jake thinks that if he were to die right at that second he would die a happy man.

“Stop talking,” Amy tells him, but she’s almost giggling against his lips, and Jake doesn’t care that his brain to mouth filter has taken holiday or that his heart is trying to dive out of his chest, anymore, and he gives this little gasping sigh and kisses Amy Santiago back.

So I wrote a little thing based off texting-bts‘s Got7 Internet friend texts with Jackson Wang. I wrote it for a friend, and although I’ve dedicated it to them, I wanted to share it with everyone! So I hope you’ll all enjoy it! > u< I plan on writing more, so this is only part one! btrpotterlove, kainichiwa, this is for you!

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Title: Internet Friends ft. Jackson Wang Pt. 1
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1416
Key:
[S/N] - State Name
[Y/N] - Your Name
WP - Wang Puppy

Everyone with a friend over the internet can relate to the late nights, the Skype video and audio calls, and the dreaming of the day where they can meet. The relationship you hold with one Jackson Wang is no different.

In fact the two of you were very familiar with the struggles that came with keeping a friend from another time zone. People don’t give enough credit to those who can keep a friend who is 13 hours ahead of you. There were so many, countless times you would wake up to missed messages and attempted video chats, and so many, countless times when you’d keep him up all night due to the fact it was hard to match the free time you both had.  It was a bitch to plan the time to talk, and someone always fell asleep during a call.

Jackson was a reason to lose sleep, and Jackson felt the same about you. The two of you would spend hours at a time on Skype, talking about everything and nothing. Laughing at some fanfictions you’d come across, and you’d send to him the link so he can follow along as you’d dramatically read it aloud. Screen-sharing your computer in order to watch anime together, since you both had issues starting the stream at the same time. Dreaming together about how your first meeting would be like.

Everyone with a friend over the internet can relate to the excitement of dreaming and planning the day they would meet, and what they’d do together after they’d meet. But, everyone also knows that the chances of things like such happening are close to never.

There was a point, you can’t exactly place when it started, though, where every conversation the two of you would have ended in a fantasy of the two of you meeting, or of who would do what if they were there with the other. It made your heart flutter as you planned and laughed together. It was nice to dream, but you felt the chances of you two actually meeting were very slim, if not altogether impossible.

So when the day came that Jackson announced that he’d raised the money to afford a plane ticket to [S/N], you laughed.

“Really, Jackson, I mean, I love talking about that kinda stuff, and the idea of meeting you in person is really-“ There was a lag on your computer screen before Jackson reappeared, holding a plane ticket in one hand, and a victory sign in the other. He laughed as it caused your jaw to slack, and all the words on your tongue to roll off in one slurred trail.

“You were saying, [Y/N]? Meeting me in person is really…?” He teased, with this smug look on his face that would have probably looked better if it weren’t distorted by pixels. The egotistical behavior that would normally have you rolling your eyes wasn’t enough to tame the urge to scream and hug him – something – in excitement.

“YOU’RE COMING TO [S/N]!!” You screamed, practically ignoring his question, and he laughed again. After your little spaz attack, you laughed along with him.

“The next month is going to be PAINFULLY slow.” He admits, and you nod. Not even the eminent wait will take you down from your high right now. After your shock passed, the two of you continued talking about all the places you’d go and the things you’d do when he arrives, until you fell asleep in the call.

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After three years of horrible planning, promises neither you nor Jackson were confident in keeping, and a whole month of waiting, the day has finally come where you would pick him up from the airport. You arrive close to 1:30 in the morning, being that the plane’s ETA was about 2am. You make your way through the airport, finding baggage claim as soon as you walk in. A little farther in, past security check, you find where the flight gates are. Looking down one wing of gates, and turning your head to study the other, you pull from your purse a packet of folded papers. It lists the flight number, the airline, and the number of tickets purchased, but not which gate the plane will be arriving at.

You decide to take a seat at a bench by security check until you get another update from the airline. Waiting, you scroll through your messages from way back when, nostalgically rereading for the umpteenth time how you both planned your first meeting. Your heart pounds with anxiety and anticipation, wondering if your first encounter would go anything how you both planned, or if it would go impromptu.

It takes a half an hour for your phone to vibrate in your hands, scaring you half to death. As a reflex, your thumb taps the banner that says ‘1 New Message(s)’. Your eyes skim the message, since your mind can’t keep up with the rush of thoughts. It was an alert from the airline, saying that the flight has landed on time. Suddenly your hands feel hot, and your phone is slick from the sweat that forms in your palms. You’re completely nervous about meeting him, and almost every one of your worries being about how he’d think of you.

You lock your phone and slide it into your purse, pushing all your thoughts away. You stand up, and head to the restroom by the entrance of the Gate wing. You take the time to wash your face and breathe, until your phone vibrates again, calling for your attention. You dig through your purse and pull out your phone. Two new messages flash on the screen, and you swipe your thumb across the alert.

It’s from Jackson.

WP: Hey, my plane just landed. I have to get my stuff.
WP: You’re still alive, right?

You scoff as you read the messages, most of your tension disappearing as you reply back.

[Y/N]: Of course I am. I wouldn’t die before I met my best friend you know.
[Y/N]: I’m not that rude.
[Y/N]: So which gate did you land at?

It takes a while for Jackson to respond, but after some complaints about American flight attendants he answers with ‘Gate 20’. You suck in a breath and look to your reflection. Deeming yourself decently presentable for 2 o’clock in the morning, you exit the bathroom and head down the wing to Gate 20.

You don’t like the way your hands are shaking, and you hope it’ll pass soon, but with every step closer to the gate you find yourself trembling harder. You look out the window, and your eyes trail to the plane labeled ‘Air Korea’ outside the boarding lift for Gate 20. As you approach the waiting station for Gate 20, you slow to a stop. A few people are waiting in the seats at the gate, and you wonder if they are there for the next flight, or if they’re expecting family.

Maybe they’re waiting for a friend.

You smile at the thought of other people waiting for their reunions, and the joy of being together, before your phone’s incessant vibrations once again pull your mind back to reality.

WP: I SEE YOU
WP: YOU’RE SO PRETTY OMG
WP: AND SHORT
WP: AND YOUR SMILE IS BEAUTIFUL

You look up from your phone to see a boy with his face to the floor, padding away at his phone with a goofy grin on his face. You roll your eyes as you respond, verbally.

“Jackson, stop texting me and look up.”

It obviously takes a minute for him to get the message because he stops mid-typing and looks up to see you walking toward him. His face immediately brightens, and he drops his bags as he runs to you, taking you in his arms before spinning you around. Long after he’s done spinning you, he refuses to let you go, hugging you tighter. You laugh breathlessly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He finally pulls back to reveal the grin on his face. The smile he wears matches yours, full of wonder and excitement, and both of you don’t realize your hands are still on each other. The disbelief takes all words from the both of you, and you stand before each other, just looking at each other.

You are the first to pull away, and speak, “Welcome to [S/N], Jackson.”

He visibly melts as you speak. “It already feels like home.”

FUUUUCCCCKK

I just spent a good 45 minutes writing a good blog post and my dumb ass managed to delete it

Way to go Tamara 

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

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Any Other Way - van_daalen - Fallout (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Fallout (Video Games), Fallout: New Vegas
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Courier/Veronica Santangelo
Characters: Veronica Santangelo, Courier (Fallout)
Additional Tags: Agender Courier - Freeform, Fluff
Summary:

The Brotherhood of Steel is practically crumbling before her, trying desperately to take her with it, but she can’t bare to watch it go. In the darkness of uncertain futures, she clings to only one thing: A present she knows she can count on.


It’s been ages since I’ve written any Fallout related stuff, but I was going through @wildwildwasteland‘s blog and ended up in a huge F:NV mood, so… here we are! For the most part this is just some Courier + Veronica fluff, though it’s also an excuse for me to write about my blog’s namesake doing dumb shit (and practice writing their strange speech quirks).

anonymous asked:

Phil. Phil. I need you to talk to me about Dad!Jake Peralta and Mom!Amy Santiago

*falls from the sky playing a grand piano*

hello yes I am here to say that they’d be the most stupidly adorable parents in the universe and tbh you know what I could go into extensive headcanons but just like, imagine 

- the bedtime stories!!!! there would be like an arsenal of different characters and voices that Jake does and Amy will always chime in with appropriate reactions to the drama in the stories, huge exaggerated gasps and background sound effects and everything

- the “what is an acceptable food to eat for breakfast” discussions (surprisingly enough, Jake is the one who makes solid breakfasts; Amy canonically can’t cook, and somewhere between that evidence lockup kiss and holding his baby girl for the first time gummy-bears-wrapped-in-fruit-rollups breakfast burritos become For Special Occasions Only) 

- imagine both of them being TOTAL TEASING LOSERS when their kids bring home Serious Dates for the first time and pulling out all the We Are Serious And Intimidating Police Officers stops (”Um, nice to meet you, Mrs Santia -” “Captain Santiago,” corrects Jake, straight-faced but with a voice positively shining with glee, and their kid gives them the most unimpressed face ever) 

- and okay IMAGINE Amy being super busy with Suddenly Demanding Police Captain Stuff and not being able to take their daughter (Maya? I wanna call her Maya) to get their nails done like she’d promised but Jake having work off that day and being like WHATCHA WAITING FOR LET’S GO and getting his nails done with Maya so she doesn’t have to sit in the big chair alone (she’s like six) and just????

- cheek and tummy raspberries when they’re babies

- goofy selfies with dad 24/7

- I’m firmly convinced that when they first find out they’re pregnant they both take turns being the one freaking out vs being the calm, collected one and Amy goes through ten parenting books and Jake spends several days just rambling nonstop in a voice a couple decibels higher than normal

- (Amy’s terrified she’s not going to be a good Mom because she’s so obsessive about small things and always gets worked up and what if her kids hate her and she can’t even cook, how can she possibly be a mom, this is just all a massive disaster oh God; Jake just desperately, desperately, almost achingly doesn’t want to let his kid down like his dad did him)

- man I just keep thinking of the most inane, stupidly cute things like Amy teaching their kid how to tie her shoes 

- or Jake trying to help with homework and he’s got no idea what’s going on with that math either so they pull out Mom’s laptop and start googling math help videos online because math’s important even though it can be hard and giving up is for losers, duh (they end up making a song to remember all the multiples of thirteen and Maya sings it all the time to help her remember)

- or Maya telling Mom she wants to bake a cake to surprise Dad for his birthday so they pull out all the ingredients and spend the whole day trying to figure everything out and by the end of it they both have flour on their faces and egg in their hair and the cake is sort of maybe a disaster and Jake spends a good five minutes laughing at the icing on Maya’s nose before pulling them both into a big hug and dancing around the kitchen

- (he also eats a piece of the cake anyway, just to show them that it’s totally awesome regardless of cooking handicaps because love makes everything taste exponentially better, duh, that’s a scientifically proven fact)

- this is gross it’s disgustingly cute

- I’m physically disgusted by the amount of fluff in this post

- theIR BABY WOULD BE SO CUTE OH MY G O S H THOUGH

- help their family would just be so full of love

- everything’s fine

anonymous asked:

Ok i have a dumb question. I wanted to start writing fanfiction on my blog but like i cant separate sentences when writing text??? This probably makes no sense lmao but whenever i write it all at the end ends up like together and you cant really tell where the sentence starts and ends???? Like i cant even separate the word count from the rest of the text? My english is shit but i really need help

Are you posting on mobile? Because I’m assuming that’s how you’re posting stuff? I use my laptop which keeps the formatting I originally wanted (paragraph wise). Tumblr mobile doesn’t really let you format your post that well. I reccomend using a computer, but if you can’t, try running some test posts using paragraphs and see if extra spacing helps? I hope this helps 💜💜

schweety  asked:

i started following you bc i looove the way you write and now you're also lotor trash?? merry early christmas to me :^) (no but really i love your blog keep posting!😍)

HELO I’m so happy you like my writing (and my dumb blog)!!! 💖💖💖 And yeah kaksndnf that is…….correct……… I’ve had this url and waited in the shadows since that first s3 trailer and now it’s finally my time to THRIVE……… god I’m so glad we’re like, a cult now lmao (and that everyone got kicked in the teeth by that same exact screencap of him smirking and going wonky eyed GODDAM…)

hello!! im gonna try to keep this short n sweet, so here we go :-) i hit 8k!!! i cant believe this many people actually wanna follow my dumb blog and read my even dumber writing, its truly amazing :’) i know that i say it all the time, but im so grateful for the writing community on tumblr, everyone is so supportive, and there r people on this site that i feel so blessed to have met. sooo without further ado, here is a list of people that are super dope dank rad and u guys should all follow them!!!

mutuals r bolded :-)

#-D: @1-800-long-dong @2013ashton @2k15luke @5secondsofsummer-fanpage @5sos-writing-prompts @90sglow @a5sosdiary @acciocliffords @acuosticalum @alreadymissings @ambiliquous @anarchyaustralia @angelbecky @angelpunks @artgf @ashaesthetic @ashtonangst @assholemalums @avpor @bandgirlsclub @bangmelikey0urdrums @bassistnoise @bbyirwie @besdeyou @bitchfacecalum @blondecalum @blowjobsattiffanys @calaea @calmthehood @calsthunder @calumgirlie @calumhoodes @calumofficials @calumonthewall @calums-shrink @calumsgfg @calumsgirl @calumspiercedhood @calunn @cashtonkinks @castawy @caulmhood @celmmings @classifiedluke @clemmogram @clummyhood @cockslutmichael @colourmichael @cutevirgo @dammitbands @daywaves @deadassluke 

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Hey hey hey he Y u GUYS sometimes I think abt the fact that Karen has probably definitely unequivocally met Rosa before

I mean, there’s no wAY she hasn’t, Jake and Rosa have canonically known each other for the past FIFTEEN YEARS, and Rosa has verbally acknowledged the fact that Jake is her “closest friend in the world”. Even if they’re both weirdly cagey about family stuff in different ways, Rosa Diaz has definitely, 100% met Karen Peralta, and I have very little doubt in my mind that Rosa Diaz TRUSTS Karen Peralta, almost … Implicitly? In a way that she rarely does other people. Rosa can be and is absurdly soft and gentle around Jake a lot of the time in a way that she really is not with anyone else - and it’s been made so clear that so much of Jake’s personality comes directly from his mother. So I really, really really love the idea that Rosa has met Karen before, and in trusting Jake, trusted Karen to show her kindness and warmth without stiffening up

WhICH LEADS ME TO MY POINT AND THAT POINT IS I can’t stop thinking about tiny lil Amy lowkey freaking out about meeting Karen for the first time and Rosa, in a fit of uncharacteristic softness, puts her hands on Amy’s shoulders and cuts her off mid-“ohmygodimnotpreparedineedtomakeaFolder”

“Santiago. Listen to me. She’s going to love you.”

“I - what?”

Amy’s squeaking by this point. Goddamn, thinks Rosa, but she hates how much Santiago’s grown on her in the past few years. It makes her do dumb things like feel the obligation to comfort her about meeting moms and put her hands on perfectly ironed and pleated pantsuit shoulders.

“Karen’s going to love you.” Rosa pauses, and forces the rest of the words out. “Trust me. I know her, she -”

Amys shoulders have relaxed infinitesimally under Rosa’s hands, but she still tries to protest:

“But-”

so Rosa finishes her sentence.

“She’s Jake’s mom. Amy. Seriously. /Respira./”

Amys shoulders are fully relaxed now. There’s a ding from behind them, the bustle outside of the break room muted.

“Thanks,” says Amy.

“Your leftover takeout is burning in the microwave,” says Rosa.

(Afterwards, when Jake and Amy come to work post-The Dinner, Rosa drops herself on the edge of Amy’s desk at noon after Jake and Charles head out after a lead.

“So?”

“She’s …” Amy’s face breaks out into what Rosa can only describe as a shy grin. Gross, but whatever. “She’s Jake’s mom,” says Amy.

Rosa grins.)

Follower Q&A ft. my dumb voice!!
PT 2
Follower Q&A ft. my dumb voice!!

mysticdaddies said:
Here is my question: Do you have a most to least favorite list for the mystic messenger characters? And why are they in that number on your list ?

miyaameow said:
what’s the hardest thing you encounter when writing? (i.e. grammar, word choice, sentence structure) Also, do you ever get writers block? (if you do, how do you deal with them because that is my weakness T-T) BTW love your blog <3 you inspired me to start my blog :)\

b2stsb2uty333 said:
What’s the best thing about being a mommy?😊

pandinhamoreira-desu said:
I have a question as a mom who tries to write… How do you find time to do your awesome writing with a baby???? Like my son is 7 months old and somedays I can’t even brush my hair??? Please tell me your secret Mamapeño!

nekomas-heart said:
I have a question!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn’t Vitya the most handsomest, softest, wholesome-est, fuckable-est boy ever????????? Nah I’m partially kidding… a question…….. hmmm…. do you have a second fave manga after ranma????

obiwanmcprobie said:
Congrats on your huge following. It’s very well deserved 😻 My question: How do you find time to write? Do you do it as the mood takes you or do you wait until your little one is in bed?

xiansin said:
What state/country you live in and what do like about life there? :3

Anonymous said:
Lately I can’t focus on my job because of anxiety (being a lone programmer is tough). And also being away from my friends after graduation making it worse. Maybe your voice can help me sort things out?

draconicnights said:
What got you into writing?

kaybirdie512 said:
If you could choose any animal to ride into battle on, which one would you choose? (This can be any size or shaped animal)

Anonymous said:
Who was your first route on MM?? Mine was Zen~

kazeelia said:
Do you have a dream pet? Like maybe a exotic fish or a rare dog bread? I really want a abyssinian guinea pig •ω• ps: love your blog

etherealbatwing said:
Yo add to the content, do you have any OCs? How many? Which is your favorite? Do you have other writing blogs?