sad ghost club

Anya <3

[sadghost761]

Hi, I’m Anya, I’m twenty, and I’m a (not-so-)anonymous idiot.

I’m not totally sure which parts of my life I want to share here yet — but this is my safe space, and I don’t want to limit it to just fandom stuff.

Some facts about me:

• I’m a writer. (My ao3)

• I’m from Ukraine, but I’ve been living in Ireland for a few years now.

• I work in a nursing home.

• My last hyperfixation lasted about six(?) years — it was The 100, and I still love it.

• I have a main Tumblr blog, but it’s inactive. I’m not ready to go back to it, but I don’t want to delete it either.

• I love chocolate.

Fandoms: Right now I’m mostly active in Yellowjackets (Travnat!), but I might show up in other fandoms too.

This is my second time rewriting this because I have no idea what these intro posts are supposed to look like. Sorry. <3

[angelofverdum]

[sadghost761]

Ohh Jackie, sweetheart, no. you're on the plates, darling

[butchbutera]

MY SHAYLA

[sadghost761]

MY SWEETIE

[sadghost761]

She never knew him “before the Hunger Games”

He lost her “before the Hunger Games” forever

[sadghost761]

A cruel joke. The day before the anniversary of the war in my country, I find a drawing by my friend whose life that war took, in one of my old books.

His fingers once created my portrait. I don’t even know how long before mine held his dying body.

[sadghost761]

From: “I know he’s in love with me. Or something like that. And he really is a good guy. I like working for him — he pays more than the other winners. And he lets me draw in his studio and play with his cats. But after my father, I don’t think I can let myself get close to someone with an addiction.”

To: “Before I can even touch my mentor’s outstretched hand with my trembling fingers, I feel my legs give way, and sobbing, I fall into his arms. In those moments I realized that I would never be able to let go of them again. In the whole wide world, there isn’t another person who could understand me. I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to anyone else but him for the rest of my days. As if all my words would be swallowed by the abyss, the gaping emptiness inside me. But he will be able to hear my emptiness, because he reflects it. He understands me, and now, at last, I understand him. From now on, I will always need to keep his hand within reach — close enough for our little fingers to touch.”

Oh, my Morflings....

[annieclays]

Romcom couple

[dailytravnat]

s2e1 - Friends, Romans, Countrymen - timestamp: 46:35

[sadghost761]

I love his little smile soo badly

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Everybody loves Natalie Scatorccio

(except for herself)

[sadghost761]

It’s amazing how a short fic written in just a couple of hours gets so much feedback and people like it more than works that take days to finish

I love this paradox with all my heart, but I still can’t understand why it works like that…

[nattyscatorccio13]

Forever mourning what these two could’ve been…

[autistickiramman]

[autistickiramman]

look how his duck calms him down

[homunculus-argument]

Evidently, for the most part even the people who are pro AI will argue that AI is good for everything except the one specific thing where they have personal skill, experience and expertise in. Naturally that particular field can only be done by human hands and cannot be replicated.

Which only serves to illuminate that the techbros who insist that 100% of everything can be done by machines are just admitting that they don't actually have any field or area of human life, existence, or anything at all, in which they'd know shit from shinola.

[bakedbakermom]

if you ever find yourself writing fanfiction and thinking "this is too indulgent" that is the devil talking and he can go ahead and shut the fuck up

[abominablecreation]

benedict “please do not go” bridgerton vs sophie “move out of your house, you’re fucking up my work environment” baek

[sadghost761]

I've finished my 4 12hour shifts this week....

I'm done