#positivity week

[whatbigotspost]

Anyone remember when running this blog almost killed me like circa 2016 and I did pet submissions only “positivity purge” week?

I don’t know why I’m asking except that I myself just remembered it 😂

I’m so proud to not be the person anymore who started a callout blog in 2012. I guess I’m realizing again it’s nice to not have what this blog originally was in my life anymore.

And yet, on tumblr in general, I persist 😅

[artificial-daydream]

While I Breathe, I Hope

Rating: K+ Fandom: Bleach (Ichigo x Rukia) Summary: Sometimes, it is within the unsaid that the most important message is perceived.

Notes: Entry to day 24 of IchiRuki Month 2020: I love you. This might be my first ever non-AU IchiRuki fic lol. I would like to thank @ariadnekurosaki for correcting my mistakes and being an awesome beta reader for this story - if not the BEST. I learnt so much more from spending an hour talking with her compared to my entire life in English class. All hail Ari-senpai for her sacrifice.

For as long as Rukia could remember, she had always lived precariously – without a roof over her head or enough food to eat. Then, she was found and adopted to the Kuchiki Clan, one of the four great noble families in Soul Society. Whether it was pure luck, or maybe fate, she did not know – for her sister had been married to Kuchiki Byakuya, the head of Kuchiki Clan and captain of the Gotei 13.

As such, she had never been one to dwell on her emotions. Living outdoors required wits and agility to survive; she was too busy trying to sustain herself to actually reflect on her emotions and feelings. Once she was adopted, she was too busy trying to adapt to the new environment and live up to the expectations of the clan. She had dedicated her whole life to having the perfect posture worthy of the Kuchiki name and to honing her skill with her zanpakutō. Living as Kuchiki Rukia meant throwing away everything that made up Rukia of Inuzuri.

“What is your relationship with Kurosaki-kun?”

The first time that question was asked, she had no idea how to respond. She was playing a part in the Living World, pretending to be a normal human high school student, and was having a nice lunch with other girls. Now, she wasn’t oblivious. Ichigo was pretty well-known among the school with his above-average grades and skill with sports. Although he always scowled, he was charming and attractive. A pang of guilt crept through her as she acknowledged the fact that she had taken away his prospects because of an instant decision, one he would never able to turn back from.

“Kuchiki-san?”

Once she heard her surname called, her train of thought was halted as she replied with the sweetest smile she could muster. “Ah, right,” she laughed, “Kurosaki-kun is….” She began to ponder. He is an unfortunate boy who wound up in a matter of life and death and took on a responsibility he had no reason to bear - all because of me. How could she explain this relationship?

“He is just a friend,” Rukia decided to reply, her smile never faltering despite her contemplation and bitter embarrassment.

I have no right to call him that.

The topic shifted after her anti-climactic answer. Since it was a golden opportunity for girls’ talk, if the guidebook was right about what to call it, Rukia shrugged and never brought up the discussion again. She thought the subject was only a passing question – a normal conversation girls around their age would usually engage in and then forget as they moved on to other topics. Certainly, that was not the case, as she got the same exact question right the very next day while on her way to the girls’ restroom.

“Are you sure you two are just friends?”

She had blinked at the curious looks they gave her. Now she was cornered by the wall, her line of sight swarmed with inquisitive girls who apparently knew about her latest answer regarding the issue. The guidebook was right – words spread fast among girls.

“Indeed, we are,” she said with a sing-song voice, not showing a hint of hesitation in her tone. She hoped she looked easygoing enough to convince them that she was honest because truthfully, that was the best answer she could come up with.

“But someone saw you on the rooftop with him,” one of the girls inquired, “and Kurosaki-kun bought you a juice box – he even opened it for you!”

Ah, she thought, classic human teenagers.

She spent her whole time as Shinigami in the human world observing the daily lives of humans. It seemed common for girls around their age to get all giddy about romantic approach – they tended to analyze every behavior and made assumptions about what even the smallest action meant.

Rukia cleared her throat. “Kurosaki-kun is such a gentleman, isn’t he?” she said approvingly. “I was having a little trouble opening it and he offered to help!”

The squeal of the girls showed that she had won them over. She managed to change the topic and now they would be too focused gushing about Ichigo to interrogate her any further, thank Chappy for that.

“Do you like him, Kuchiki-san?”

Her smile faltered a bit towards the unexpected question. “Huh?”

“He is so different from the usual guys, isn’t he?” Another girl chimed in. “I would totally swoon if he approached me the same way he did to you!”

“Oh.” Rukia swayed, her mind trying hard to figure a way out. “As much as I’d like to continue, I have been in the restroom too long.” She chuckled, hoping she did not sound too urgent. “My friends might be wondering where I’ve been so I should get going.”

She excused herself to go outside. Thank the heavens above she could finally breathe – but then that thought did not last long as she bumped onto something, or someone, she didn’t know – she looked up and saw the worst possible scenario she could ever expected. Rukia frowned. Not everyone had orange colored hair now, did they?

“Hey,” Ichigo grunted, “watch where you’re going, midget.”

He was the last person she wanted to meet right now.

The sounds of gasps from her back made her grimace at her miscalculation. Her escape was an absolute failure. She could never get out of this now, couldn’t she?

“Well then, excuse me, Kurosaki-kun.” Rukia walked away after sending him one of her fake smiles that he hated. The least she could do was minimize the damage, and that was exactly what she was aiming to do – until she felt her wrist being grabbed by his hand, halting her movements and causing her head to turn and look at him.

The grip on her wrist was firm. “I need to talk to you about something,” he said, voice serious and eyes determined. She knew it was something related to hollows once she heard that tone – and as a result, her focus promptly switched to an entirely different matter. To hell with damage control, now she was the one leading as she gripped his arm with her other hand, rushing to find a silent place so they could talk.

Thankfully, the staircase was empty, so Rukia quickly dragged her companion to the stairs. “Talk,” she demanded authoritatively, all humor and friendly, gentle expressions she usually faked gone in an instant.

“Ah, well,” Ichigo scratched the back of his neck, “do you think Karin might end up being like me? I don’t know,” he cleared his throat, “she always had strong reiatsu and I saw her talking to a ghost yesterday in the kitchen, so I was wondering.”

Rukia’s eyes softened. Was he worried that his sister might suffer the same fate as him? “You have nothing to worry about,” she assured him, “what I did to you was against the rules. I doubt any Shinigami would have done the same thing; most of us would never break the law of Soul Society.”

He fidgeted, “Yeah, but what if she can see you guys or hollows one day? She doesn’t have any power to fight.”

“What you did was something of impossibility. Although she is your sister, I doubt it came from some genetic factor –” Rukia truthfully answered. “It isn’t rare for humans to see dead spirits, but seeing Shinigami and hollows is an entirely different matter.”

“I see,” Ichigo did not sound too convinced, but the tension of his tone faded a little with her explanation. She supposed that was the best she could do to calm his uneasiness.

“Don’t worry, if something actually happened, I would save your sister – even if it costs my own life,” Rukia promised. After all, it was her fault from the beginning everything happened - the least she could do was make amends.

However, contrary to what she expected, Ichigo’s expression hardened at her declaration. “Don’t.”

Rukia arched an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you dare sacrifice yourself, for anything,” something about his tone made her shudder involuntarily, “not even to save someone else.”

Rukia deadpanned, “That is a very difficult request. After all, it is my duty to protect humans, even if it means I need to forfeit my life.”

It was kind of ironic for him to say that, Rukia thought. His life had changed completely after she attempted to save him and his family. At first, Rukia didn’t understand the meaning of his words. Perhaps he said it because the consequences of her undoing had been so dire for the both of them, and maybe he regretted becoming a Shinigami and did not want anyone else to experience the same thing.

That was the most believable answer, or maybe the only answer she wanted to believe – that the reason he did not want her to sacrifice herself was to avoid creating another victim. She assumed that was the end of their argument, but then she took a look at his face.

He was glaring at her; she would have thought he was just angry if she had not picked up the concern in his eyes. His lips were pressed into a thin line, obviously displeased with her response but unable to order her to say otherwise because it was her life, her decisions to make. He had no right to pick her battles and override her judgements.

Her eyes trailed down to his jaw, then his shoulders. They were rigid, his arms tense and his hands fisted. “If that is the case,” he began, “I will save you each time you plan on sacrificing yourself, since I am your substitute,” he decided, eyes determined. “I swear to my soul.”

Was it his need to protect, or resolve to fulfill his duty? Rukia wished she could have concluded things that easily, but she was no fool. It was something much more than that, something entirely the same but with additional vehemence and a twist of affection. He showed her the most intense wave of emotions, something she had never seen or felt, not in the hundreds of years she had lived. Her lips automatically parted on a small exhale, a staggering realization dawning on her as she understood what he was trying to do.

He was asking for the start of something – silently, but tangibly.

She knew what this was, and he knew she understood; through the way she hugged herself with her arms and kept her eyes averted from his gaze.

Do I love him?

She wavered. Was there even enough time for them to think this through?

They had a lot on their plates. There were many things she needed to handle, and the Gotei 13 will try to track her down soon. Time was not a luxury she possessed. She had to figure out a way to get her powers back, before they found out about Ichigo and possibly involved him along this mess.

Whether I like him, whether I hate him, it’s just all so troublesome, Rukia reminded herself. Love, companionship, and friendship… It is nothing but trouble.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, she should break whatever spark this was. He was a human. Nothing should ever start between them, not even across five lifetimes. Once her power came back, she would have to leave him, and might even make him forget everything about her.

But then again, she couldn’t finish something that hadn’t started yet, couldn’t she?

So she decided not to answer – not yet. They had a lot to go through – such a fickle thing as love could wait.

“We should get going,” she croaked, “everyone else must be waiting.”

He looked taken aback, as if he did not expect her to avoid giving a certain answer. She had always been decisive; for her to dither was proof enough of how serious this conversation might be – for her, and for him.

Yet she did not reject the idea entirely, and it meant she considered the possibility too; something that might redefine their relationship. The realization flickered in him; she could see that plain as day. There was a new sentiment emerging in his eyes – one that she might regret ever giving him.

Hope for the future. And damn, was she screwed because she actually felt the same way too.

[f1-confessions]

“Alex Albon has gone through so much in life and his smile is still so bright and sincere. You can see it in his eyes. He looks like he enjoys every single moment he’s had in F1, like he still can’t believe this is his life. You better believe it, Alex, so many of us are rooting for you!”

[celinedgd]

Hello Miraculous Ladybug fandom! Today starts ML Positivity Week as of what this post says; https://yeet-noir.tumblr.com/post/625344910350041088/ml-positivity-week Today is the day to talk about our favorite artists. Well two of my fave artists in the fandom are @edendaphne and @yunyin ! Their art is phenomenal and they’re awesome people! Have a great week everyone!

[avlisthegoodlich]

Digigifts sound amazing, tbh. I've had a bit of a rough week. If you have time, I wrote (writing, it needs one more chapter) a fun little tma fic on ao3 called Chashm-e-Baddoor and would love anything related to that? I've been bummed since like only a few people have seen it and I need some motivation to finish it

Hey! I had so much fun reading what you wrote! I was absolutely cackling when I got to the letter from Smirke in the second part. 

Here is your present, something I have lovingly titled “Gertrude Takes a Hike (ish)”

(For context, this is set directly after Gertrude’s appointment with Doctor Baines. Read the lovely original fic here) 

Gertrude could finally relax, the weight of Jonah’s Sight a wonderfully distant memory on her subconscious. Though the knowledge of his discomfort stemming from her most recent appointment was gratifying, she had no intention of cutting her sick leave short. Gertrude was perfectly content to leave him simmering with his newfound insight into the art of ocular trauma.

The sky was bright, and she’d be damned if she spent it inside the Institute.

She’d left her flat that morning prepared, not wanting to waste any time collecting her things when the sun finally peaked its way out from beneath the clouds.

It took her a little while to get there, but soon enough, she’d made it to her favourite hiking spot. It was just far enough away from the commotion of daily life, and of course, with a bit of help from a Lukas who owed her a favour or two, it was quiet. She knew Peter would have loved to have trapped her in the Lonely, but the slight edge in her request the night before made it all too clear who held the cards in their agreement.

She could finally be truly alone with her thoughts.

——

Gertrude followed the many winding paths through the trees, only stopping to grab a drink of water from time to time until she came upon a small clearing.

On one end, a children’s play structure sat empty but proud, opposite a small field. She picked a space not too far out of the way and set down her pack. From within, Gertrude produced a thin blanket and a book.

Once in place, she set out her meal.

It was a refreshing break being able to distance herself from the noise that followed her life. Though she typically took little issue with the constant vigilance required from someone in her position, she knew deep down that she would grow weary of it eventually. It was difficult, but Gertrude could choose to ignore the mounting tensions in the world for a moment and enjoy an afternoon of rest.

She watched the trees swaying gently in the wind as she ate, the rustling of leaves keeping her company enough. After a while, she started to read. The trees swayed on, unfazed by the world around them.

Gertrude spent the better part of the afternoon in that clearing, feeling neither the desire to leave nor the desire to continue on her walk. It was only when the sky began to change its hue, that she realized how much time had truly passed. The sky darkened around her, and she was soon greeted by the small twinkling lights of the stars. There were so few out that night, but she enjoyed seeing them nonetheless. She began packing her things, making sure not to leave anything behind before she began the long walk back.

Finding her way in the dark had been no trouble at all; Gertrude was almost disappointed that nothing had come out of the woods to challenge her. Peter hardly counted, as he simply nodded to her when they met, the sounds of the world returning around her.

She felt better and suspected that she would have a lot of fun the following morning dealing with that pesky Elias.

[pikemoreno]

i love you 3000 positivity week

summer has begun. i’m back on tumblr. i miss all of you friends. the world still sucks sometimes. which means POSITIVITY IS BACK.

don’t have to follow but it’s much appreciated

don’t have to reblog but it’d be awesome if you did

send a 💞 + a random fact (about you, about the world, etc) and i’ll compliment you lots

send me a ✨+ your selfie tag (or a particular selfie) and i’ll reblog it/one of them and HYPE YOU UP. you deserve it.

send a 😍 + another blog (or 4) and i’ll compliment them lots

send a 💘 + a piece of writing (yours or another’s) and i’ll reblog it/compliment it

tagging some mutuals i love and miss and haven’t talked to lately but would 200% die for because they deserve this kinda love and i hope they are feeling appreciated wherever they are. (i have no idea who’s even active anymore this is the worst)

@borhapparker @pbnjparker @fanboy-tom @hazsterfield @tominhoodies @starkravingparker @parkerpuffwrites @sunshineandparker @suncitydanvers @hazhasmycoffee @lovelyh0lland @buckychrist @bigbuckyenergy

[mxndwitch]

THE AVENGERS

Since I don’t follow a whole bunch of duplicates of the other Avengers muses, I’ll just put the positivity for all of you guys in one posts to honor you amazing people and I hope that’s okay <3

NATASHA ROMANOFF

@nervvdovy // This one here is my all time fave and I absolutely recommend her to everyone out there. Her Nat is fleshed out, well written and the mun an absolute sweetheart. She’s open to writing absolutely anything and always welcomes new threads & plots.

PETER PARKER

@sensesdialed // This is my one true Peter right here <3 Wanda’s lil brother from another mother! I love this Peter with all my heart and feel blessed to have him and the lovely mun who writes him in my life. The mun is so passionate about the muse, writes Peter super well and is just a positive, sweet soul in this fandom.

TONY STARK

I don’t really interact with Tonys a lot, so I love all of those I follow equally. They are all incredible, spot on and a joy to have on my dash. If you don’t follow them, you’re losing out! @invinciblestark // @ircnego // @ironlegionnaire // @starkxsarcasm // @invincibilxs // @starkintelligence // @suitofarmxr 

SAM WILSON

@fxlconsnest // This one is a big fave right here! My one true Falcon, the master of teasing everyone and calling Wanda lil mama. I never even imagined Falcon and Wanda together, but you made me fall head first for them. The muse is absolutely genuine to canon Sam and I hear his voice in everything the mun writes. Go follow!

THOR

@thundaddy // I honestly have never properly interacted with a Thor before ( what a shame! ), but I have talked to this one ooc and love their portrayal. Thor is by far an easy character to write and to match with other muses, but the mun does an awesome job!

CLINT BARTON

@conscriptur // I honestly wanted to save you up for the multi muse dedication post, but I can’t, because Clint has to be mentioned and your Clint is the only one for me. He is so, so well written, you have such a great take on his character, his relationships and his feelings & I just immensely love you and your Clint. 

[spnaturalconfessions]