I'm Shelley. She/Her.
Over 40 and still fangirling.
No side blogs, y’all, this is my thunder dome.
Look. Sometimes I use tags as a Greek chorus, for ephemeral context.
Sometimes I use tags so I can find things on my own blog, later.
Most of the time, I use tags because I know some of y’all have things blocked and I don’t want to annoy my friends while we’re sitting on our bedroom floors playing dolls together.
It’s a balance.
And sometimes I get really excited about something and blurt it out without tags because I’m an awkward, weird kid and that shit runs deep.
your assigned ilya of the day was displaying loverboy tendencies since day fucking one, don't let him fool you
I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu
I love the idea of Ilya, a city boy down to his bones, having to get accustomed to the various wildlife surrounding the cottage every summer.
He’s just outside, chilling in a hammock and smoking a blunt and hears the most haunting, human-like scream coming from the woodlands to the back of the house.
He jumps out of his skin like a cartoon cat getting electrocuted and runs inside where Shane, ever the long suffering husband, has to explain to him how foxes fuck.
‘You never sound like that, Hollander. Fuck, maybe I am doing it wrong.’
@accol-fics had to reblog with these tags
Aabria and Travis’s Reaction Corner is one of my favorite CR things. They both do this on their own but when they sit together it’s extra good.
I love them so much.
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