Not To Vagueblog But Some Of You Are Definitely The Sweetest Souls And I Think Of You Fondly

Welcome! Is the mic on? Hello? Jk. I'm Trace, 22, and I never learned how to read use tumblr in a participatory way.

My interests include a bunch of things but I'm currently pouring all my feels towards anything RWRB. Haikyuu and BNHA both stay at the top, though. (main ships include: Matsuhana and Kiribaku) I love them, would die for them, live for them. Normal stuff, you know.

I hope that covers a lot of first small talk things. I'm not sure. (I can be loud, which, I guess this could serve as a disclaimer for that.)

That's all I can think of right now, but hello and hi to whoever. 🫶

All Those Christmas Clichés: Advent 2023

Because I'm the emperor of terrible decisions... fuck it, let's do an advent fic. Daily triple drabbles, set 1-25 December 2023, using the prompt list from @youneedsomeprompts found here.

All Those Christmas Clichés

December 1st: Making an advent calendar for a friend/loved one

2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex

3. ATLA AU

feral for both of these tysm xoxoxoxoxo

HEHEHEHE HI ROOP. Thank you for asking about these babies. OKAY. SO.

2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex

— is basically the five times all signs point to Alex's reputation of being a frat boy, and the one time Henry finds out the truth behind it himself. (The truth being that he's just really an animal shelter volunteer who obtains all kinds of possible scratches and minor injuries from animal-related activities. LMAO.) It's mostly light-hearted and meme-ish. Here's a snippet instead since I've been sharing a bunch of this already.

The second time Alex's bad boy reputation is brought up, it’s when he makes his way through the cafeteria door with a number of bandages on one side of his face. Donning them like they were little scars of triumph.

Now, Henry is only about twenty percent convinced Alex is actually some mafia/biker gang/fraternity member — he's still adamant on not falling victim to everyone else's opinions about Alex's true nature, lest Alex is actually just a gravely misunderstood individual who actually has a heart of gold beneath his varsity jackets that always wrap around his figure.

3. ATLA AU

— As the working title¿ states, YES I MEAN Avatar: The Last Airbender. I'll give you some of the details about it since it follows the show's progression, which I know YOU'RE already familiar with a Good Amount. It will be multi-chaptered so I don't have an estimate on when I'll ever finish this yet, just that it exists (partially) as of now.

Characters:

Aang - Alex Katara - Henry Sokka - Bea Toph - Nora Zuko - Liam Appa - David Ty Lee - Pez June - non-bender

Parts I've written for Book One so far:

The Southern Air Temple Kiyoshi Island Fortune Teller Waterbending Master The Claremont-Diazes in the Iceberg Fire Nation Dispatch

ANYWAY. Yes. I don't know what to put here but thank you again ILY. 🫶

MOTHERRRHRUHHHHRRRRR.

Hi y'all! I'm commandeering today's weekly roundup, for some important reminders:

Drink water and wear sunscreen! Your skin will thank you in the future if you can make it through our monster-fighting years.

If you're like Alex and could kill a cactus, give your plants a water. Most of them like that. Even succulents need it every once in a while.

Listen to your older siblings, they generally have good advice. Yes Alex, I'm talking to you. You can give your opinions on it when Pez lets you take over.

Make good choices,

June

For Super Six and the Siren's Call, co-written by @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine and @happiness-of-the-pursuit. Credit for the amazing picrew maker to @elena-illustration!!!

I haven't seen enough people talking about Vico in military uniform (last episode) and honestly the lack of it should be a crime.

vico is a drag king irl too 🥰🥰

Last Line Tag!

Thank you my beloved people for the tag, as always. @littlemisskittentoes @read-and-write- @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @rockyroadkylers 🫶

Here's the last line I've written in my Exes to What? fic (gave it a working title and all). Hehe. Cheating a bit with the enclosed line but pls don't perceive me.

Karaokes were always the easiest way to loosen up a Henry Fox, even his favourite drink could never give him enough liquid courage to do so, but give him a mic and a dream and you'll have Henry in his element. (Alex is not entirely sure why he knows that, or still knows that; it's been over a year since they broke up.)

Tagging @blairwaldcrf @affectionatelyrs @later-2-dae @user-anakin @inexplicablymine @clottedcreamfudge @movetoheavens @mudbloodpotter05 and every who hasn't done it yet! Open tag!

Six Sentence Sunday!

It's still MORNING here, y'all. Look at ME, posting my part in the MORNING. Don't get used to this haha.

A million thanks to @kiwiana-writes for always greeting me with a tag on these Sunday mornings and forever blowing my mind that someone as wildly talented as you actually wants to read what I write, and to my lovely @ssmtskw for being the sweetest, loveliest human and for giving me a tag this morning as well! I adore you both, and I thank you so so much.

Without further ado, here you are!

“You remember last Christmas?” Of course he remembers. While not the first time Alex had rung him at an ungodly hour of the night, his voice providing the perfect soundtrack to another waking stretch of twilight hours looming ahead of Henry like a lonely, abandoned path that he frequently traversed alone, it was the first time Alex had sought him out for counsel. The first time he’d been made privy to the inner workings not of Alex’s brilliant mind but of his equally brilliant heart. His first glimpse not at the perfect First Son of the United States, all charming smiles and clever quips, but of a youngest child who wanted nothing more than a quiet, peaceful holiday spent with a family fractured into two pieces years before, their jagged edges still capable of wounding all who ventured too close. It was the words of a son tired of straddling the ever-widening chasm between two pieces of his heart. Henry wouldn’t forget that night, couldn’t forget that night, and all of the private thoughts and fears that Alex had entrusted him with, for as long as he lived. “I do,” is all that Henry manages around the lump in his throat.

Going to toss out some tags for: @whimsymanaged, @indestructibleheart, @littlemisskittentoes, @suseagull04, @statueinthestonetoo, @rockyroadkylers, @affectionatelyrs, @heybuddy-drabbles, @anincompletelist, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @ships-to-sail, @inexplicablymine, @leaves-of-laurelin, @cricketnationrise, @clottedcreamfudge, and @vanillahigh00

I NEED to see what y'all are working on, so please tag me in your posts!

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

...yes this is another fucking new WIP, no I am not making good choices. At least the WIP tag/current doc name is really, really unsubtle.

It's also significantly more than six sentences, if that helps?

“Look, man.” Alex grips one wrist with his other hand and brings his arms behind his head as he leans back, t-shirt riding up and exposing a thin strip of what appear to be very firm abs, and Henry is suddenly very much regretting ticking ‘no’ on the part of the form that asked if he wanted to engage in reciprocal sexual contact. “I had to sign a whole NDA that didn’t have your name on it just to get access to the one that did—obviously I’m not asking so I can turn around and put your fetishes on blast on Twitter. But you’re doing this here, not back in the UK, which means—unless y’all are planning to recolonise us and I missed the news—this is gonna be a one-time thing, or at least not super regular. Right?”  The back of Henry’s neck warms up thinking about regular—about a standing appointment in his schedule, obfuscated as carefully as his therapy visits are in case of anyone snooping but there nonetheless, a stretch of next times promising Alex’s hands on him—but Alex has already identified the exact reason why that won’t happen. And besides, he’s yet to experience Alex’s hands on him this time. “Right.” Alex leans forward with a lazy, promising smirk that has heat pooling in Henry’s gut. “Which is why I want to make sure you get exactly what you need out of this time. You went to all this effort; might as well make it one to remember, sweetheart.”

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

do you like apple pie

Bestie what if... I tell you I haven't tried it yet.