To All The Queer, Especially Trans, People Who Follow Me Or Just Happen To See This Please Please Please

hey guys 🌙💫

I have not been super active on here at all. like.. AT ALL. which I am sorry about. adulthood is demanding and laborious lol.

but I'm back !!! yay!!!

and I'm open for requests.

in my old post, I mentioned that I write for creepypasta, which I still do! but, I also write for other fandoms which include ;

gossip girl, castlevania, gravity falls, jujitsu kaisen, haikyuu, poppy playtime (the doctor, leith pierre.) cookie run kingdom, honkai impact/star rail, genshin inpact, alien stage, zenless zone zero, voltron, arcane, wuthering waves, black butler, the kid at the back, and probably a lot more I'm forgetting !

let me know what you guys want ! <3

ׂׂૢ ~ lilyana

SCIENTIST COULDN'T HIDE HIS DISAPPOINTMENT AFTER DISCOVERING ANCIENT PH...

There are so many things that irritated the heck out of me about this video. First of all nothing surprises me about people who believes in scientific racism which pins Black Indigenous People as inferior with low IQ's and if anyone believes in this rubbish is the ones with the low IQ.

Even this Black African who is presenting the video uses the word minority, what the heck did that come from? How do you get a minority out of humans in the first place unless you too believe in race science?

What is wrong with some of the Black People on earth today? Do they not do any type of research on their own? Do they even study anatomy and nature? This is very easy to realize that there's no separation of humanity no way possible can we even try to do this and be correct.

If you believe in this you are broadcasting to the world that you are a complete idiot and have no idea of how our natural world function. You missed the elementary biology class on mitosis and meiosis and how sexual selection works along with reproductive life. Yes, you will have to be the dumbest mother fucker on the planet to believe in that shit of being a different species of humans.

Only people who are this dumb are shit people who calls themselves white and those shit people who believes in creationism, no one else on earth can be this stupid.

Hey y’all, I’m gonna shoot my shot at writing fanfics again (it’s been years lol) so do ya have any requests? :3

(My current hyperfixation is Poppy Playtime, so I’d like to write some x reader’s about a few of the characters >:3)

Cocky Bastard

Heelbret

As I sat at the commentary desk, analyzing each match with my sharp wit and insightful comments, I couldn't help but notice Heel Bret's confident swagger as he made his way down the ramp. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes that hinted at the chaos he was about to unleash.

"You know, Y/n," he began, his voice oozing with charm, "I can't help but be captivated by your beauty and intelligence as you sit there at ringside. It seems you are more than just a commentator. You're a force to be reckoned with."

His flirtatious tone caught me off guard, and I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I should play along or maintain my professionalism. "Oh, Bret," I replied, my voice a mix of amusement and skepticism, "I appreciate the compliments, but let's not forget that the real action is in the ring, not in our banter."

Heel Bret chuckled, undeterred by my response. "Ah, Y/n, your quick wit only adds to your allure. But trust me, I am well aware of your ability to captivate an audience. It takes one charismatic performer to recognize another."

His cockiness irked me, but I couldn't deny the underlying chemistry between us. "Bret, there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance," I retorted, my voice laced with a touch of challenge. "And it seems you've crossed that line more times than I can count."

He flashed me a self-assured smirk, leaning closer to the commentary desk. "I prefer to call it embracing my greatness," he countered, his gaze intensifying. "But don't worry, Y/n, I'll make sure to give you front-row access to witness my victory tonight. Perhaps then, you'll understand the irresistible charm that sets me apart."

His words made my pulse quicken, a mixture of annoyance and intrigue bubbling within me. "Oh, I've seen your performances, Bret," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "But I can't say I'm convinced just yet. Actions speak louder than words in this ring, remember?"

Heel Bret's grin widened, and he leaned even closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You're right, Y/n," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. "Actions do speak louder than words. And tonight, I plan on showing you just how powerful my actions can be."

The intensity of his gaze and the promise in his words sent a rush of adrenaline through me. It was undeniable - Heel Bret knew how to work a crowd, how to draw people in with his charisma. And in that moment, he had my full attention.

As the night unfolded, Bret delivered a thrilling performance, captivating the audience with his athletic prowess and showmanship. Each move, each taunt was calculated to elicit a reaction, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetism.

With each passing match, our banter grew more heated, the flirtation more palpable. The lines between professional rivalry and personal attraction blurred, leaving me wondering if there was more to Heel Bret than met the eye.

As the final match approached, Heel Bret sauntered over to the commentary table, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Y/n," he said, his voice low and husky, "this is it. The moment of truth. Will you finally admit that I am the most captivating performer in this ring?"

I looked into his eyes, seeing the fire and determination within them. "Bret," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and defiance, "you've certainly proven yourself tonight. But true greatness isn't just about captivating an audience; it's about leaving a lasting impact."

Heel Bret's smirk faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "You're right, Y/n," he said, his tone softer now. "There's more to being a performer than just grabbing attention. It's about connecting with people, making them feel something."

In that moment, the flirtatious banter fell away, and we shared a genuine understanding. Heel Bret had shown me a different side of himself, a vulnerability hidden behind the cocky persona.

The night ended with Heel Bret emerging victorious, the crowd on their feet, cheering for his triumph. As he made his way up the ramp, our eyes met one final time, and a knowing smile passed between us.

Though our paths may have seemed at odds, there was an unspoken bond rooted in our shared love for the world of professional wrestling. And who knows what the future held? Perhaps our paths would combine?

CHINESE PEOPLE ARE SO SWEET 😭😭😭🙁

I just downloaded rednote to see what all the hubabuloo was about and bro these people are so cute, I'm gonna rip myshsbksgishihi

There was this american who posted her art and was confused on why people were saying “teacher” and the chinese people were explaining that that's what they call a good artist and then they were asking what americans call good artists, so naturally, americans were telling them that we compliment people by saying we wanna eat their art and the person replied with “oh guys let's dig in! (am I doing this right?)” OH MH GODDDDXS 😭😭😭😭😭

They are my everything.

Mr. and Mrs. Champion

Request by anonymous

I stood in the middle of the wrestling ring, my heart pounding with excitement. The crowd roared around me, their cheers fueling my adrenaline. I was proud to be the reigning women's champion, a title I had earned through hard work and determination.

Beside me, my husband Bret held his own championship title, a testament to his strength and skill. We were a power couple, supporting each other in and out of the ring. The love and admiration in his eyes fueled my confidence even more.

As the match ended and we made our way backstage, a surge of anticipation washed over us. We had both given our all in the ring, and now it was time to celebrate our victories together.

Bret gently took my hand and led me to our private dressing room, shutting out the world beyond its doors. The moment we were alone, the air between us crackled with desire. Our bodies hummed with an electric energy, a mix of excitement and longing.

His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, setting my senses ablaze. The familiar taste and feel of him sent waves of pleasure through me. My fingers traced the contours of his muscular physique, feeling the strength beneath my touch. We explored each other's bodies with a passion only two deeply connected souls could share.

Whispers of adoration escaped our lips as we surrendered ourselves to the pleasure that consumed us. The room filled with soft gasps, moans of ecstasy, and the sound of our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Hours melted away as we lost ourselves in each other. The world outside our haven ceased to exist as we indulged in a mixture of tenderness and intensity. It was a night of pure bliss, where love and desire intertwined seamlessly.

In the aftermath, as our bodies lay entwined, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. We had celebrated not only our victories as champions but also our love and connection. In each other's arms, we found strength, passion, and a deep bond that would carry us through any challenge.

As the night came to a close, we shared whispered promises of forever, knowing that our love and partnership were unbreakable. I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Bret's embrace, feeling grateful for the life we had created together—where success, love, and pleasure were intertwined in the most beautiful way.

every so often i will come across a macklemore lyric that just… catches me so fucking off guard

My name is Tarneem Sami, and I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City 🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉with my three children. My husband, Ahmed, was killed while trying to get supplies for us. We have fled from place to place, living in constant fear amid severe shortages of food and medicine, hoping only to survive this brutal war.

‎‏Please help me. Please help me to save my children from hunger and diseases. We are suffering a lot 😭🙏🏻🍉😭

https://www.gofundme.com/f/a-cry-from-gaza-a-mothers-plea-for-her-childrens-survival?attribution_id=sl:6a5086ee-18c7-4464-b69b-fab802b1e9b9&lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

Ok

joe biden, you stupid fuck. listen to me. Crimes are legal for sitting presidents as long as they’re official actions. Listen: Joe. You have one chance

do people still read grey’s fics?? idk, if u guys do im opening requests.

i will write for amelia shepherd; addison montgomery; meredith grey; jo wilson; arizona robbins; callie torres; april kepner; and lexie grey. im open to writing for others though, depending on the request.

im open to writing smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending. i’ll cover pretty much any sensitive topic because i deal with a lot of them, if im not ok with it i’ll just say no.

im masc presenting, so idk itll kinda align with that. probably more gender neutral stuff though because it seems more appropriate.

follow my main blog to see some of my works. though based around scream, i feel like itll be good for u guys to see my writing style n decide if that’s something ur into. if ur not, i am absolutely open to criticism. i’m a writer, though i’m a young writer who could improve. i would like to know how to do so.

again, check out the main blog - @scream4ash