It Me

it me

Sooo my friend found my tumblr

something i like to do a lot is get into fandoms i know absolutely nothing about.

so whenever i get bored i just browse through the genres, choose an interesting title and swan dive into whatever hell is waiting for me.

i like to call this fandom hopping.

this can result in a few outcomes

i'll become hyper focused and obsessed with the fandom, losing sleep and reading as many stories as i can. the ship doesn't always matter

speaking of ships, i have a bad habit of shipping notps, rarepairs or nonexistent pairs. it's awful, i find either abandoned/hiatus fics or non at all. if im really lucky i can get a few pieces to read.

crossovers. you can find them in almost any fandom, whether it be cameos or intertwining storylines. the problem with this? i get interested and then i lose focus on the first fandom just to jump into a second fandom. then i keep jumping back and forth between them, maybe even another one due to another crossover. now i have 50+ tabs open and i lose interest for one reason or another and go into yet another fandom just for the cycle to begin again

i lost track of where i was going with this

sometimes, i wont even find something that holds my interest and continue to fandom hop. or i'll find something and not be in the mood for it so to the tab graveyard it goes. heck, i can be so concerned with finding the right fandom that any others i was previously in will be discarded without a thought only for me to freak out when i cant remember them or find them anymore.

will go into almost any fandom, doesnt matter if i dont like them or if i have never heard, watched or read any of their media. if im interested im interested, if im not im not.

i find a lot of porn fics, which y'know isnt bad but i crave more than just that. give me their happines, their pain, the good times and the bad. let me see them grow and mature, let me see them struggle to overcome whatever obstacles come their way. i want to see the successes and the failures. if i wanted to just read porn, because sometimes that's all that it is, i'd filter my tags.

So years ago, my nephew and best friend used to constantly fight over one girl in our friend group and now, years later, we come to find out that they were gay and into each other.

Good morning...

Waking up early was always a struggle. You never seemed to rise with the sun, despite how soon you had gone to bed the night before. Rather, you'd typically wake to the slow chill overtaking the once warm cocoon you had surrounded yourself in; The morning light no longer kissing your figure, not even a trace of warmth left on the empty space beside you.

Other times, you might wake to any number of energetic dolls scrambling onto the bed and into your slumbering embrace. Their joints pinching and pulling your skin in their mad dash to you.

But today was different, because when you sluggishly cracked your eyes open dawn hadn't quite broken. The birds weren't chirping yet and there was no pattering of feet hurrying to your door.

There was, however, an arm thrown delicately around your waist.

You smiled happily, humming as you grabbed the hand cradling you in a possessive hold. "Hello, my love." You whispered, kissing each fingertip softly.

It was incredibly rare for you to wake up before the Lady of the house. A workaholic through and through, she went to bed late and woke early.

Taking care not to wake her, you turned to face her.

There was always something breathtaking about seeing your lover without her ever present veil on. Maybe it was her alabaster skin, soft to the touch with only a long, jagged scar pinking her skin and splitting her brow. Or maybe it was the way those same brows relaxed from their constantly worried furrow, unashamed to be bared in front of you. Possibly, it could be, the slight twitch of her nose or even her parted cupid's bow.

You love her, your mind whispered.

Cupping her cheek gently, you rested your forehead against her own.

Maybe you don't wake up to her every morning, true, but you love her all the same.

"I love you," You promised, letting sleep overtake you once more.

It was a good morning.

what if we touched tips i say as i swerve into oncoming traffic

i can’t insert myself in reader stuff bc i’m too ugly lmao it makes it even more unbelievable