Winona Ryder’s fashion through the years.
rhinoplasty this buccal fat removal that for godssake watch a film produced in a country that isn’t the united states of america read a book read non-fiction learn to sew go to a pottery class go on a walk talk to old people look at medieval manuscripts do something interesting stop looking in the mirror so much someone will fuck you someone will love you and if not it doesn’t even matter that much but do something you don’t need botox you need to build muscle before you’re old and take care of your bones and take max 3 pictures of yourself per year
“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.
Music typewriter from 1936.
The 12 full moons of 2022 by loonarpix
Rules: Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.
Historical AU
Royal AU
Modern AU
Coffee Shop AU
Bar/Restaurant AU
Bookshop AU
Florist AU
Hospital AU
Dance AU
Airport/Travel AU
Neighbour AU
Roommate AU
Detective AU
Bodyguard AU
Criminal AU
Prison AU
War AU
Circus AU
Summer Camp AU
Teacher AU
Dystopian AU
Space AU
Performer AU
Soulmate AU
Fairy Tale AU
Massage Fic
Sick/Injured Fic
Proposal Fic
Wedding Fic
Holiday Fic
Birthday Fic
Pregnancy Fic
Baby Fic
Vacation Fic
Bathtub Fic
Text/Letter Fic
Coming Out Fic
Grief Fic
Survival/Wilderness Fic
Almost Kiss
First Kiss
The Big Damn Kiss
Dance of Romance
Flowers of Romance
Chocolate of Romance
Blind Date
Not a Date
Fake Dating
Fake Married
Arranged Marriage
Accidentally Married
Marriage of Convenience
Mutual Pining
Secret Relationship
Established Relationship
Awful First Meeting
Forgotten First Meeting
Accidental Eavesdropping
Interrupted Declaration of Love
Poorly Timed Confession
Love Confession
Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)
Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple
Star Crossed Lovers
It’s Not You, It’s Me
It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies
Character in Peril
Heroic Sacrifice
Flirting Under Fire
Locked in a Room
Twenty-Four Hours to Live
Stranded on A Desert Island
Stranded Due to Inclement Weather
Huddling for Warmth
Bed Sharing
Did They or Didn’t They?
In Vino Veritas
Above the Influence
Anger Born of Worry
Green-Eyed Epiphany
The Missus and the Ex
Second Love
Intimate Artistry
Married to the Job
Innocent Physical Contact
I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Aroused By Her Voice
Erotic Dreams
First Time
Unexpected Virgin
PWP
Kink
Makeovers
Hair Brushing/Braiding
Sleep Intimacy
Scars
Time Travel
Curses
Magical Accidents
Accidentally Saving the Day
Aging Gracefully
learning to cheerfully dislike other people is I think a critical component of getting along with people who don't like you. Like as soon as I got a solid grasp on the fact that there is a wide swath of humanity that gets on my nerves and that it's my problem, not theirs, it got easier to be around people I find annoying. Once that's settled, it's easy to flip the reasoning around and conclude that if someone doesn't like me, that's a quirk of their own strange and arbitrary tastes, not a judgment upon either of us as a person. You can't like everyone. Not everyone will like you. It's fine. It's not a personal attack in either direction. We can exchange cordial nods across the room and then go on with our lives