I Fucking Love Fanfiction Authors.

I'll close my eyes, be ten again

I'll find the safety in a grin

That yellow boy, a tender soul

I'll find the love the years all stole

I'll clench my fists, attack the clock

Bludgeon the seconds with will and rock

I'll run to a time safer than this—

Gather up the gifts I miss

I'll shout at a god who never writes back

I'll call him a monster, a demon, a hack

Deface the altar, rip up the pews

That place isn't heaven, it's just refuse

tumblr is not instagram. likes on tumblr, while appreciated, are effectively useless in helping a creator reach a wider audience.

when you like something, it goes into your own personal folder. and chances are good that, even if it’s public, no one will see it.

likes do not get shared to the dashboard, where others can actually see and have the opportunity to engage.

liking a creation only really benefits you, and not the creator or the rest of the tumblr community!

likes are great for bookmarking, saving posts with the intent of a later reblog, engaging with certain posts that don’t need to be shared (ie. personal posts), posts that you are not comfortable sharing, and prepping a queue.

REBLOGGING is the best way to support a content creator!

reblogs boost attention and engagement. it actually allows for that content to be shared with others. which, really, is what tumblr is all about!

tldr; reblogs > likes. please don’t take content creators for granted. this site would be nothing without them!

If you don’t let me yap to you, I will yap at you. And that is a threat.

hm

— the little name · adora

why'd i feel so empty? i can call all day, i can cry until i have nothing left and use up all the light until the sun sets in streaks of blood, leaving the hours bared, stripped down, ripped away violently from their former glory — hey, just like us.

and like the sky when it pours rain and stars, the feelings come flooding in and knock me over from the floor where i’m still on my knees; on my knees from the intensity of my feelings, on my knees because the memories of you still exist, tangible, beautiful and oh, what an excellent accident of stardust.

oh, i’m high from this, i’m happy for this — that little time, those little moments that aged and turned into what we can now call the past, and now i remember them in a new, rose-tinted light.

like i said, little memories, a forgotten morning in which i’d have overlooked you, in a scene all too familiar, and the dust swirled like a storm and when it cleared . . . you were standing there saying hello.

hello again, and then our eyes locked.

and feelings unfolded. delicate, liquid glass

breakable, new

but oh, it was so,  so,  perfect.

and so . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?

mmm.

saudade. saudade, saudade, and sillage.  kalopsia. kalopsia, kalopsia, and hiraeth.

time; preserved in dust; and love; preserved in time.  oh, let me go back to what i never had . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀can i have your name?

let go. close your eyes.  look. not at what you lost, not what you don’t have

not at what you could’ve had.

but what you do. who you are.

look at your eyes, how they shine quicksilver underneath the streaming moonlight, how they glow gold in the late afternoon, when the air cools a little and you wear that deep blue hoodie that brings out the laughter in your smile.

yeah, your smile. the one that stretches across your entire face. the one that shows in your eyes more than anywhere else because fuck, i’ve never seen eyes glitter so brightly. yeah, the one that people turn to stare at because it’s just so fucking gorgeous.

fan your fingers out in the cold breeze and take pride in being who i am — know it, laugh at it and acknowledge that the laughter isn’t a satirical one, but rather one of wonder. that it’s the type born of golden sunsets and smoky stars swept aside against the backdrop of the moments that flit and make up your life — because you’re the star.

you’re my stars, you’re my skies, you’re you, and that’s exactly right.

because for a few shining seconds, you’re the sun. because i never knew the sun could exist in someone’s eyes before i met you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"can i have your name?"

230101 NCTsmtown Twitter Update

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

Not now kitten, daddy has to write fanfic about a jhutch character from 12 years ago

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you