It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
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@magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics
It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
OMG YOU ARE ALIVE
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This is the worst timeline. (x)
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
All this does is tell me that you don't see me as a person. All I am is a content machine, and if I'm not working fast enough, you'll feed my writing into a different machine and gobble down whatever it shits out for you.
TBF this problem has been growing for a while. The rise of Generative Artificial Garbage simply makes it really, really stark.
writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier
Hey loves .☘︎ ݁
My inbox is open for good vibes, deep thoughts, and casual chats. Feel free to drop in, say hi, or share a thought.
I’m always up for a good conversation. Just keep it kind and respectful, no weird stuffs. ˚˖𓍢🌷✧˚
If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.
Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.
"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."
Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.
That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.
If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.
Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"
All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"
Recap since 12.29.2020
Hi, everyone! It's been a while... More specifically 1,523 since I last posted. I'm sorry for having abbandoned you for such a long time. It's just that life had many beautiful plans for me and I had to take that break.
In an attempt to ease things and break the ice again, I would like to update you so you understand what's been going on.
i'm not sure if you check your tumblr anymore but i just wanted to send you love really hope you're doing alright
I haven't posted on this blog for a while, but I have always been active on my other blogs and cosntantly check this one because I still get multiple notifications a day (thank you for not letting this blog die, btw).
I have to say two thing to this:
Thanks for sending me love, please know I send love back at you.
This message reminded me why I loved posting here and it is what inspired me to get back to it so thank you so much for that.
I am alright, and will post about my life lately so you all understand why I had been MIA.
Hey there! Can i request something about Sherlock but placed in the times of The Abominable Bride? Like dances and all that stuff (since Sherlock really enjoy dancing) pls? Someway fluffy if you can, that would really be so awesome! Just as all of your post obviously 😉 thxs! 💜
Sorry for the delay, a lot has happened since you sent this request.
Here is the fic you asked for! I hope you like it!
The Ball - Request
Summary: @bella-pas Can i request something about Sherlock but placed in the times of The Abominable Bride? Like dances and all that stuff (since Sherlock really enjoy dancing) pls? Someway fluffy if you can
Word Count: 2,039
Pairings: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: OOC Sherlock in some ways, also probable historical mistakes.
A/N: I'm back!!!! A little too rusty, but back nonetheless! Also, it's not precisely fluffy but still I think it's pretty cute.
I looked in the mirror. My hair was pulled into a chiffon, leaving my face beautifully uncovered. My neck was adorned with my mother’s jewels. My evening dress had the most gorgeous pink satin, the low neck made it so that the jewels were the very focal point of the whole look, though my big, puffy sleeves weren’t too far behind. But certainly, my favorite part was the lace that covered the top parts of my dress; it was ivory and had little bows that gave me an increased feminine look.
“Oh, how I love this, mother!” I exclaimed, turning around to meet her glance. She had a strange look on her face. “What is it?”
“My dear, you’re truly a woman now.” She replied as her eyes watered a bit.
I blushed, knowing exactly what she meant. Tonight I would be expected to start finding a husband among my acquaintances and whoever I happened to meet at the ball.
“I promise I will always be your little daughter,” I muttered, trying my best not to join in my mother’s crying.
“It’s time, (y/n)!” My father yelled from the foyer. I kissed my mother’s cheeks, took my ivory-colored gloves, and walked downstairs, followed by my mother.
Fangirl, Interrupted - Becca’s Saturday
Summary: Have you ever felt like you’re too far up your fandoms that you’re not really living your real life? Well, that. But more.
Word Count: 1,817
Pairings: Dean x reader, Sherlock x reader
Warnings: You’re not gonna like it. Sudden fandom changes, bit of smut which is not really smutty, lazy writing, suicidal attempt, usage of drugs and alcohol, OOC scenes.
Original A/N: Because of who I am, I like to exaggerate everything. With that being said, let me tell you that this is how I felt for many years, with multiple fandoms. I have lived a tortous life, therefore I was always seeking to live somewhere else. Almost all of my childhood and teenage years were an on-going loop between my fake life inside my fandoms and my real life. I barely remember anything now outside that make-pretend life I created for myself. Now I am living my life, in a way that I can no longer hide inside that fake life. Call it what you want. Anxiety is coming back to me, fyi, and I tried to hide there but I just can’t. This is my way of expressing it. The Girl, Interrupted theme is because I watched it yesterday after performing Lisa’s monologue at my acting class - a way of giving therapy to myself through art. Anyway, I hope you don’t read this fic. I didn’t like it at all, but I feel the need, nonetheless, to share it somewhere. To have evidence that I went through that. Probably, someone out there has too. Idk.
New A/N: I wrote this MONTHS ago, long before I got diagnosed, and I got scared of posting it because it could be too depressing. But I hate leaving drafts all alone so here goes nothing.
Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought you were moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy… Maybe it was loneliness…
Unintentional poem to a hoarder (me)
I’m sharing this as an addition to my lastest post. Sorry if it’s depressing, I just figured it would be a way of showing you guys I’ve not stopped writing at all.
“Unintentional poem to a hoarder (me)
And just when she thought she was safe,
Just when she thought she was over it,
The thing came back.
I came back as a slight tremor,
It came back as a tickle on the back of her hand
It came back as anxiety and depression.
Just when she thought she could move on,
She stopped moving.
She only walked back, senseless, to put everything away.
Away in a box,
A box meant to be thrown away,
A box she would keep forever.
She walked once more to hide everything away,
She kicked dirty clothes under the bed,
She would still use them nonetheless.
She didn’t unpack the plastic bags full of old clothes either.
No, she would keep them.
Just when she thought she was safe,
The thing came back
And it made her shiver.
She shivered for she knew
She could never go back,
She would never be safe,
She would never get cured.
As time went by,
The thing grew stronger.
Hiding in the back of her mind,
Like a beast lurking in the shadows.
It would ask for little offerings.
A napkin, a bit of sugar,
The cork of an empty wine bottle…
Little thing to keep it serene.
And she thought she could get better,
And she threw away bags of things,
And she felt like she was rising from death.
But deep inside, she knew the thing was anything
But dead.
A whole year went by,
A year she thought to be good.
But by the end she realised
The thing had done it again.
She was afraid of throwing away the bag of cookies,
It still had crumbs that she could eat.
She was afraid of eating the chips
That lay flat over her desk,
What if she needed them?
Her tubes of paint, her brushes,
Her palettes, her solvents,
They were all a mess.
In fact, her whole room was a mess.
And she realised,
She realised too late,
That there were clothes under the bed,
That there were napkins on the bedside table
That her clothes were still in boxes and plastic bags,
And not only that.
She had kept away other things in another place.
She had kept them away because she was afraid.
She was afraid someone else would take them,
She was afraid someone else would use them,
She was afraid someone else would keep them.
So she took them far away,
And neither her nor anybody else could use them,
Not then, perhaps not ever.
But she was okay,
Because at least her things were safe.
Safe, unlike her.”
Thoughts on 2020
Once again I broke my own promise of coming back and finish my to-do list. I will no longer apologise nor will I find excuses, because the truth is none of that matters right now.
I’m not writing this in an attempt to call anyone’s attention, nor am I doing it to make me feel good in any kind of way. I write this because the year is ending and I like to recall what happened throught the year and also because I need to express myself. Sorry if it triggers anyone.
Me writing fanfiction.
~ Sam’s Masterlist of Masterlists ~
[ 200 follower special ]
Hey guys! Thanks so much for 200 followers I honestly don’t know why you all have stuck around. These are some masterlists that I usually want to read from but always have trouble finding. Also, I thought you guys might want to have some author recs?
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@forever-rogue’s Masterlist
@darling-i-read-it’s Masterlist
@imagines-so-what-if’s Sherlock masterlist
@ljb-novels’s Seven Minutes in Marvel Heaven Masterlist
@klinenovakwinchester’s Safe Masterlist
- Mycroft Holmes x Reader | “Reader is John Watson’s younger sibling (it’s my favorite trope can you tell) and has had a rough past. After finding herself out of an abusive relationship with nowhere to go, Mrs. Hudson gladly rents 221C out to her. A few months have passed since the reader has moved in and taken a job at a local cafe, and all seems remotely okay. Besides her abuser making a habit of showing up at her work – oh, and her growing feelings toward a certain Mycroft Holmes.”
@stephanieromanoff’s Avenger Masterlist
@spiderboytotherescue’s Born King Masterlist
- King Arthur!Tom Holland x Knight!Reader
@poeticandors’ Star Wars Masterlist
@poeticandors’ Marvel Masterlist
@tomthesoftie’s Masterlist
@onelovewonderwoman’s Masterlist
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord’s Masterlist
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord’s Marvel Masterlist
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord’s Harvest Moon Masterlist
- Steve Rogers x Reader | “For five summers, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and you had been a trio; spending the summer at a lake with your families. While Bucky tagged along, there had always been a special bond between Steve and you. Every summer the lake had been something to look forward to until you stopped going and life moved on. Now as adults, Steve and you return at the same time, for different reasons. Can you rekindle that friendship or was it just youthful summer magic?”
@the--sad--hatter’s A Taste for Life Masterlist
- Bucky Barnes x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | “There’s a café in Brooklyn where the atmosphere is almost as warm and rich as the coffee they serve. It might be a little out of your way but it’s worth braving the Subway for, especially since it’s the only place you ever seem to get any writing done. That is, until the café owner decides to ban you from the premises ‘for your own good’. What Bucky Barnes doesn’t realise is that you will go to incredible lengths to get your next fix. With the help of a few of your friends (and a few of his) you embark on your quest the regain access to The B&W Café, wreaking havoc in his life along the way.”
@tomhollandd’s Masterlist of Masterlist
@sherrybaby14’s Masterlist
@nellblazer’s The Great Game Masterlist
- Moriarty x Female OC, Sherlock x Female OC | Jim Moriarty selected all his hostages perfectly but for his last one he wanted someone…random. Random meant your office, unfortunately.
@heroics-and-heartbreak + @ficsandcatsandficsandcats’s Punk!Au Masterlist
- Jaskier x Reader | A collaborative Modern Witcher AU, in which Jaskier, Geralt, & Yennefer are members of the punk band Vicious Mockery and the reader is a fan who ends up coming along with them on tour and begins dating Jaskier. Also features a couple of original characters and rival Valdo Marx.
@magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics’s Sherlock Masterlist
@melanoms’s Masterlist
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Thank you all again for 200! I can’t believe I got here!!
Thanks a bunch! 🖤