thirteen🌛

writer (sometimes) || 🏳️‍🌈 || 21 || pisces || She/Her

[thir10th]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ welcome ࿐ྂ

Sometimes I write, sometimes I don’t. I always take requests but I can’t promise you I will write them all, you are welcome to try tho

This is a queer blog so if you’re homophobic go fuck yourself

I do write (very crappy) smut

Right now I’m only doing Emily Prentiss but that could change in the future

There are some kinks I won’t do tho. Nothing wrong with them at all, I just wouldn’t know how to do it and I don’t want to get it wrong or offend anyone

- Anything to do with piss/poop/vomit etc - I’m not the biggest fan of angst unless it’s /confort - Anything that has to do with rape/sa or anything related with mental health problems like self-harm / eds - Although I’m not the biggest fan, I would consider writing something related with pregnancy, but not too explicit. - Won’t do Emily with a penis, I’ll be using straps ofc - I can’t think of much else rn so in doubt just ask!

Masterlist °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

smut: ♥︎ fluff: ❀ suggestive: 🎵

One shots:

honor among thieves ❀ 🎵

52 pickup

ciao, bella! ♥︎

You’re too sweet for me ♥︎

jealousy ♥︎

will you? ♥︎

Drabbles:

some extra help 🎵 ❀

are you in? ❀ 🎵

dating Emily ♥︎

clingy ♥︎

clothes ❀ 🎵

sneak out ❀

Series:

The getaway:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[galaxywarp]

once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)

[thisbird-hasflown]

The Bear, s1e8 x Seymour: An introduction by J. D. Salinger

[thir10th]

Seymour. Seymour the oldest child. Seymour the poet. Seymour the professor. Seymour the prodigy. Seymour who loves his siblings so much he loves the pranks they play on him. Seymour the arhat. Seymour the prophet. Seymour who still has the yellow mark of Charlotte’s dress on his hands. Seymour the best marbles player. Seymour who won the race. Who loves his wife’s mom because of how much she loves her daughter. Who shows Buddy’s cubist portrait. Who had so much pain he could only hurt himself and talk to god. Seymour who had to be so careful to change his socks so his mom wouldn’t notice he hadn’t been sleeping. Seymour who threw the rock. Who needed the fat lady and so he invented god.

[thir10th]

Do you ever see people praying, kneeling, praising the church, (the institution itself, the pope, a priest, idc) and you think would you still do this if you knew about Jude St Francis?? Would the act of coming across a story like that make you change your mind?? Would you be braver??? Would you still forgive them??? Would you still kneel??????

[fairycosmos]

when avoiding the task doesn’t even free you from the obligation of it because youll still be thinking about it fucking constantly

[fairycosmos]

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

[she-loves-you-like-a-dog]

oh and if anyone cares im STILL mad as fuck that no one mentioned Seymour in the "haunting the narrative " tiktok thing that was trending last summer

[thir10th]

that moment when you’ve been depressed and isolated for some time and then you finally spend a whole evening w your friends, and they’re driving you back home, music full volume, they’re all laughing and yelling over one another, and you understand what Hanya Yanagihara meant with the “healing power of friendship” even when it isn’t enough to save you

[she-loves-you-like-a-dog]

oh and if anyone cares im STILL mad as fuck that no one mentioned Seymour in the "haunting the narrative " tiktok thing that was trending last summer

[thir10th]

Seymour and Buddy Glass by JD Salinger are the best representation of gifted children I’ve seen in my short experience as a diagnosed gifted person myself

[uncertainlys]

MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE

[thir10th]

Do you ever wish someone you’ve lost out of spite had passed away, because that way the hole in your heart would make sense? Because that way you could find a reasoning behind not being able to ever see them again? Like yeah, I know exactly where you are and who you’re with and yet I’ll have to miss you forever

[avantgarden-er]

I am pathologically always speaking in a manner of jest

[adlibtorture]

"i miss jude st. francis", i say, staring wistfully into the distance for the 400th time this week, as if he was someone i personally knew.

[speerlied]

i wanna know what ppl who condemn a little life for being exaggerated 'trauma porn' have to say about half the world being exposed as pedos and the existence of a child sex traffic ISLAND, + the protection of said criminals. Say what you want about yanagihara's controversial ways of writing certain topics, i wholeheartedly agree - but i will never get behind discrediting the book as unrealistic. the events of jude's life are literally statistically true. his reality was and is lived by millions.

[alittlepassionfruit]

Thinking about JB and Jude lately…

JB, who was Jude’s first friend. JB, who carried Jude to the college hospital when he witnessed him having an episode in their dorm.

JB, who shouted and made a scene in that same hospital until a doctor finally saw Jude - and that doctor was Andy, the only physician Jude ever allowed to care for him for the rest of life.

JB, who helped Jude move into the apartment he shared with Willem on Lispenard St. JB, who brought along his friend Richard to help that day. Richard, who later sold Jude his beautiful apartment on Green Street that Jude loved so much. Richard, who secretly looked after him more than Jude ever imagined, who at one point saved his life, and at another point reminded him his birthday was worth celebrating, when Jude himself had forgotten and his world was bleak.

JB, who envied his life, his looks, his career, his relationship (even his limp!). JB, who saw him as competition, rather than someone to pity. JB, who thought he was beautiful, who thought killing something small and adorable was worth it if it meant looking like Jude.

JB, who brought him to parties, who showered him with laughter and provocations.

JB, who asked too many questions and wanted all the answers but got none of them. JB, who then asked Harold to back off from asking all the questions and wanting all the answers as well.

JB, who captured his life in galleries, on canvas, on film. The good and the bad.

JB, who’s art invaded and celebrated and decorated. JB, who’s art froze Willem in time for him.

JB, who was Jude’s last friend. JB, who Jude resented, who Jude hated, who Jude never forgave, who Jude wanted dead.

JB, who found him at last, who put away his suits, who handed out his letters.

JB, who outlived his friends, who was left alone, with his pictures, and his paintings, and his pain.