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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Stranger Things
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reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful
sketchbook tour 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
some sketches and experiment i made last few months :)) i bought a new charcoal pencil a week ago and I received some acrylic markers for christmas!! my job has kept me quite busy (and so fucking tired) so I haven't had time/energy to use them, but I did some testing!
it's mcr brazil concert tonight right? have fun brazilian friends! <33
Frank just nods, exhaling some slow, drawn out breath that fans out across Gerard's lips. And at that point he basically can't take it any fucking longer, so he tilts his head to the side and presses his lips to Frank's—soft and gentle and completely wonderful all at once. Like some impossibly relentless weight had been lifted and that fidgety nervousness had dissipated between them—leaving behind just the two of them there, now.
Gerard parts his lips ever so slightly and can suddenly feel the metal coolness of Frank's lip ring against his own, which is both so perfectly him and a little jarring at the same time. Though, he figures it would be something that he would just have to get used to. And even the thought of kissing him again, some other time in future, was enough to make that terribly warm feeling in his chest rise again.
Frank eventually pulls away after a few more moments and rests his forehead up against Gerard's, panting a little as his dark hair falls into his eyes, "So...uhm, did it hurt?"
Gerard laughs lightly, keeping his eyes closed as he takes a few seconds to just sit with it all, thinking of Georgian poetry and Austen and half-agony, half-hope before he eventually just says, "No, definitely not."
Full time job at the yearning factory
HOLY SHIR okay stalked and you are . i am genuinely absorbed within it your writing style is so intelligent and intense and it actually shakes me to my very core . please never stop updating i wait every day in patience to find out what happens next.
Omg this is the best compliment ever thank you so much!! 😭 don’t worry I’ve already mapped out the entire story and will definitely finish it :)
hi odd question are you the one who wrote contrition
Yes lol!
Gerard says nothing in response, killing the line before letting out a long, clearly overdue groan. He figured, it was moments like these when absconding away to Maine to become a reclusive, semi-deranged poet seemed like an incredibly propitious idea. And of course, he would take Frankie with him. And they could sit out in the warm summer sun by the lake and read and talk until they got bored of that. Then they’d wander into town and buy local honey and jams and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to share at dinner. And they’d end the night staring up at the dark black sky—though if they were far enough away from the city they could probably see the stars. Gerard’s knowledge of astronomy was fairly underdeveloped but he had thought that was the sort of thing Frank just knew. So, alright, Frank would tell him some anecdote about nebulae and Orion’s Belt and he’d eventually have to shut him up by kissing him.
Then they would fall asleep together just like always—except you know, much closer.
(Sneak peek from next chapter! I’m nothing if not a professional yearner)
Does anyone else have to re-read the previous chapters they’ve written because the voice is so specific that you need to be in that headspace hours before you can actually continue writing 😭
Every night when I close my eyes to go to sleep I pray that I wake up in 2004 but I’m like 22 and I’m in New Jersey and don’t ask why—
Friendly reminder that yearning is not limited to romance— you can totally yearn for stuff like a cottage in Maine or a slow afternoon reading by the beach
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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
the authors who write "sorry for any mistakes" at the end of their 200k word fic that's better than half the published books I've read. bestie you just gave me a whole novel for free with perfect characterization. I'll forgive a typo
Getting back into the things I was unhealthily obsessed with when I was sixteen is going really well :)
mary oliver, the pond
Emma. (2020)