Ahh, That Guitar Intro... Then The Saxophone Outro! ♥︎

most book series: same thing repeated for 10 books because the author (/publisher/etc.) wants money

aftg: Nora crashing down from the ceiling announcing spinoffs because the characters are haunting her, then scurrying back into the vents

Clone trooper round up!!!!! I now have over 30 clones and I can only post 30 images in a tumblr post so let’s see how this goes. If your fave clone isn’t here, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Shop is here. (And yes, they're all 30% off right now for May the 4th!)

Not pictured: Season 2 Crosshair, Season 2 Hunter. <3

Shop is here. Love y'all!

mr. pipe dream and his 5’0 goalkeeper boyfriend. whatever

THIS! I wrote a oneshot on the site one time and it got deleted halfway through (I went to get food and my laptop shut down) I was devastated. And that was only a oneshot. I was like 200 words in.

people who write their fics directly onto archive of our own site do not fear death by the way

in all seriousness, please always keep backups of your works, write them somewhere else (google doc is a good choice) then copy and paste onto ao3 when you're done, because ao3 itself does not automatically save your works for you, meaning you can lose all of your progress

i was just on ao3 because i wanted to read some dew & aurora causing mayhem around the abbey and… i could find nothing?? is there something wrong with my phone or are there genuinely no dew/aurora OR dew & aurora fics??? bc literally one came up and i’ve already read it. i’m not a good writer either so it’s not like i can do it.. i need you good writers to get to it. please i’m begging.

i have officially reached a new level. i stared reading omegaverse fanfics. idk how i got here and idk how to feel about it. it’s all for the game fics if you were wondering.

neil being rail thin at the beginning of tfc and gaining weight throughout the series so important to me...physical evidence of his healing process and increased comfort at the foxhole...

Gentle hands and harsh words

nobody knows what that does to me

words don’t leave marks

at least not that others can see

he holds me soft while tearing me down

no bruises on my body

but his words were crafted to cut

his hands are soft

kinder than any others have ever been

i’m told to accept the lesser of evils

the man hitting me with words instead of fists

why should i have to settle

is there no life without bearing the judgment of a man who will never truly love me

i am not a doll to be dressed up and played with

my soul means nothing to men

i will keep it for myself

i will hold myself with a reverence that no man can know

i will speak of myself with a love no man will ever feel

gentle hands mean nothing when they are a scheme to create obedience

obedience is an evil that will never know me

i will not obey a man who believes he owns me

no man is entitled to my body or my mind

i own myself

and i hope any who say otherwise suffer until they die

got rlly sad thinking about baby neil who slept in a bullet proof vest bcus he was so afraid of dying post getting shot vs 18 y/o neil who spends the entire time coming to terms with his death and grieving his life/future

I will never ever deadname a person but goddammit I will deadname Twitter until the day I die