my feet don’t dance like they did with you @zairapvrker - Tumblr Blog

hello everyone! i just wanted to tell you all that i am not, in fact, dead and will be resuming writing shortly!

i know this isn’t an excuse but over the last two months i’ve been very wrapped up in my move to a whole new ass country in the middle of a pandemic and just didn’t have time to focus on writing. now everything is settled and even though term is starting soon i’ll do my very best to keep writing.

thank you for still reading my stuff even if i randomly disappear from time to time, it means the world to me!

#im a mess #im alive #not thriving #still sleep deprived

jahmyaa

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

zairapvrker

i hate these i hate myself UGH

if you’re going to continue writing teeth, can I please be added to your tag list? I absolutely adore this series and don’t want to lose a thing about it 🤩

sure you can, hun! thank you so much for reading, i’m glad you’re liking the series☺️ i’m sorry updates are coming in so slow, but i’m just drowning in essays atm, i’ll try my best tho!

#teeth 5sos #5sos teeth #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings

bob-belcher

hanghenfil

petition-please help UK trans people!

hi tumblr-the conservative party is back at it again.

currently, the GRA (gender recognition act) says to transition “legally”, trans people have to:

get two diagnoses of gender dysphoria (including one from an NHS gender clinic, which have a 2-3 year wait time currently),

prove you have lived as your chosen gender for 2 years,

swear to live the remainder of your life as such

and do all of this in front of a “gender recognition panel”, a process which is very humiliating and largely depends on people deciding if you are “trans enough”.

in 2018, the idea was put on the table to progress the rights of transgender people in the UK. Including:

allowing them to self identify as their chosen gender (including 16 & 17 year olds, who have previously been denied the right to)

demedicalising the transition progress, no doctors would need to diagnose gender dysphoria to transition.

removing the cost to have your gender legally recognised

allow non-binary identities to be recognised

it has recently been leaked that the current government has scrapped these ideas [source source]. Our equality minister, Liz Truss, is horribly transphobic and wishes to backpedal on the few rights we have.

trans people have said for years that the GRA is outdated and in need of reform, and have had the tiny ray of hope that it may be changed ripped out from under us behind closed doors.

petitions on the parliament website are legally obligated to be responded to at 10k signatures and have to be debated in parliament at 100k signatures. please note you have to click a confirmation link in your emails before your signature is counted!

only british residents can sign this, but if you are not from the uk, please boost it so your british followers can see!

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/327108

thank you-and fuck the tories ✌🏳‍🌈

i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

kurokoros

Dear Fanfiction Readers,

If you’re afraid to leave a review/comment because you think it’ll sound stupid, don’t be. Just leave an incoherent reply in all caps. We love that shit.

Sincerely,

A Fic Writer that needs constant validation.

dhamienscho27

This

thesleepy1

Wait really? Because for the past three years or so I was too afraid to leave comments and I still am, but I’ve gotten better at it so when I really like something I just comment < 3 Are fanfic writers really okay with, “OMFG I LOVED EVERYTHING EVERY MOMENT EVERY WORD I LOVE YOU FEEL MY LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR YOUR CREATION YOU BEAUTIFUL DYING MORTAL.”? I need answers.

antique-scarecrow

Listen to me. Fanfic writers love that shit. The idea that someone liked what u created to the point of incoherence is extremely validating. Also, I have literally left (what I thought was) incoherent walls of text & had writers tell me “I was putting off updating this but then I saw your comment and remembered how excited I was to write this”

tldr u don’t have to be coherent to express excitement & all writers want is to know someone out there is excited about their work

yespolkadotkitty

We love that shit.

hello!! i've just binged all your work and i especially liked teeth and i was wondering if maybe i could be added to your taglist? pretty please with a cherry on top?🥺

sure you can honey! thank you so so much for reading, it makes me happy to know you liked my writing <3

Hola, could you do a Calum x Reader is Puerto Rican, where they are in getting to know each other and Reader start speaking Spanish. Please & Thank You.! -D98

this is kinda shitty considering it took this long to write but i tried my best! i’ve been studying spanish for like 6 years and the half of it is still a mistery to me. nonetheless, thanks for requesting hun and espero que les guste! (if something’s wrong pls let me know!)

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Calum was purely fascinated by it, to put it simply; the way in which, from time to time, the words would slip out and you wouldn’t notice until people started to look at you slightly confused. You’d blush, say sorry, and then repeat in English. He didn’t think you should apologize, the way the words slipped from your lips was mesmerizing to him. You hadn’t known each other for long, just a couple of months, but you had Calum hanging from every word you said.

“Cal, ¿puedes pasarme la sal, porfa?” you and him were over at your place and he’d offered to help in the kitchen. Busy with stirring, you hadn’t noticed how you’d asked the simple question in your mother tongue. Calum didn’t budge, however, and handed the salt over with a soft smile.

“Gracias” you smiled back, taking the salt shaker from him, this time noticing the slip up. “Thanks” you quickly added, your cheeks dusted in pink.

He just smiled wider, winking. “De nada” His high school level Spanish was a little rusty, but he tried nonetheless.

“Y yo que pensaba solo supieras decir que te llamas Calum y eres australiano” you laughed, genuinely surprised he knew more than saying he was Calum from Australia.

“Estoy practicando” he shrugged, going back to cutting his vegetables.

“Me pregunto por qué” you teased, still looking as he nonchalantly kept up with his work. You saw him lifting a brow, finally looking at you.

“Para quién” he shot you a Cheshire cat like grin, finally handing you the plate with the cut vegetables.

You took it, wide, genuine smile on your lips. “Thank you”

The day went on like this, you teaching him new words he didn’t know how to say and him asking you about your favorite memories from childhood and Puerto Rico.

You found it a little funny how he tried his best to roll the r’s and miserably failed everytime, just how he found entrancing every little word you said in Spanish.

“Say it again” he pouted, his puppy eyes making it hard to say no.

“It’s literally just a word!” you reasoned, feeling your resolution fading the more you looked at his big brown eyes.

“But you say it so much better than me”

You rolled your eyes, blushing at the way he was looking at you; and you knew in that moment that his pleading eyes would win against your reservations every time.

puedes pasarme la sal, porfa = can you please hand me the salt

gracias = thanks, de nada = you’re welcome

estoy practicando = i’m practicing

me pregunto por qué = i wonder why

para quién = for who

sulkysnape

reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there

jupitersmusings

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

overlord-fire-bubble

THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.

can I request a coffee shop AU with michael? But like one of them visits the other at this cafe they work at? Just a soft loving partner check up thing? Is this too generic? Sorry 🙈🙈

so cute!! thanks for requesting hun, hope you’ll like it <3

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Michael was used to checking up on you at the coffee shop whenever he had a break, either the hour long lunch one or the fifteen minutes ones he had in-between guitar lessons.

It wasn’t a long trip, just down the street from the record shop he worked at - where he was the part time guitar teacher. Really, only a two minutes walk and completely worth the while.

Whenever you noticed him walk through the doors of the quiet coffee shop, a sweet smile automatically opened up on your face and you had to start focusing more on the task at hand. He often had music sheets in his hands and a pencil resting behind his ear, the same one he kept his lonely earbud in. Michael would always absentmindedly walk until he reached the line and only lifted his green eyes onto you when it was his turn to order.

His smile was always bright and wide when he saw you already looking at him dreamily - you’d admit.

“Hi, love” he’d salute, chuckling lightly at the small blush that’d creep on your cheeks. Mikey you gotta stop that! My coworkers always laugh at me when they see how smitten I am with you! You’d said to him once; it’s safe to say that he never did.

“Want your usual for lunch?” you’d ask then, booping his nose and basking in the feeling of having him blush at such a simple gesture - it was payback.

Michael would nod, winking with a grin, before paying and waiting for you at the table you’d always sneak a reserved plate onto so you could have it for yourselves - thankfully no one ever said anything.

Lunch breaks would be his favourites, because he got to spend more time with you to talk, or complain about insufferable students and rude costumers, or ramble on and on about this or that - since you asked for your lunch break to be in the same hour as his - but you liked it better when he’d make surprise visits.

Seeing him jogging down the street in the drizzle just so he could steal a kiss and a cookie, watch you interact with costumers and the jog back to the music shop. Or seeing him come in all frustrated because his last student had been a handful and he just wanted a hug.

Michael would always make sure you were doing okay too, asking if you needed anything or if he needed to scold some fourteen year old who’d tried to steal candy from the jar you kept near the till.

At the end of the day you’d halfway down the street, just in the middle between his shop and yours. Michael hugged you tight, like he couldn’t do when he came to visit, and kissed you until you both needed to catch a breath.

“Should we head home?” he’d ask, grinning from ear to ear.

“Lead the way” you’d say, stamping a kiss on his cheek as the both of you chuckled.