I Truly Want That, Too.

Yes!! I need to see a synthesis of your own original ideas.

If I wanted to know what the primary source was about, I’d go read/watch/play it.

Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

BELIK has some of my absolute favorite designs this season.

Maybe we’ll get to see some in JoJoLands 👀

(If they’re not already there… I’m not up to date)

BELIK Couture 2025 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

I have writer's block this weekend, so I thought I'd post my OTPs!

Some rarepairs, some popular pairs. Just a general mix 'em up.

I'll throw in some other fandoms outside my mains rn just for giggles

Stardew Valley

Haley/Penny

Shane/Elliott

Fear & Hunger: Termina

Daan/Marcoh (shout out to the five other Daarcoh fans lol)

Abella/Olivia

JJBA

Jotaro/Kakyoin (specifically in everyone lives Part 4 AUs)

Jonathan/Speedwagon

Johnny/Gyro

Rohan/basically every man lol

Suikoden I/II

(A lot of these are based on my headcanon playthroughs)

Riou/Jowy

Viktor/Flik

Leona/Hilda

Eilie/Nanami

Rina/Oulan

Death Mark

Mashita/Yoshiki

This is an incomplete list and I might come back to it later :)

Far and away my favorite trope.

Like what do you mean they’ve moved from simple friendship to deep, unconditional love so seamlessly that neither of them noticed? That their lives became irrevocably entangled without a second thought?

I’m feral for it. Rabid. Shaking these two back and forth in my jaws like a delighted dog with its favorite toy.

"Didn't know they were dating" is slowly but surely becoming one of my favorite tropes. What do you mean, these two characters who are soulmates haven't actually been in a long-term relationship like everyone thought? What do you mean they didn't know? Everyone knows!

me and my beloved reader who tells me my fic made them cry

I need a print of this to put in my kitchen I just love it so much

I had such high hopes for how much I would write this week.

But then I discovered Look Outside and put like 15 hours into that instead.

And my first Rarepair week fic ballooned out of my control.

Life amirite

Blank Notepad doc on my laptop

No planning outside of what my fevered brain holds

No gods

No masters

Just me and a brick of text in consolas regular

hello writers.

Camellia Station officially has over 500 hits!

I know that’s not indicative of people who read it in full or individual, unique users or whatever

Still though… it feels like a huge milestone and I’m proud of myself 🥹

It’s my first long fic (and my second fic since I started writing fiction four months ago). Idk just feels special.

If you’re interested, check it out on AO3!

Adorable! I love this for him.

And relatable because this is the standard reaction I get from anyone I make listen to The Decemberists.

Hi, hello.

All this recent talk about Shane coded songs made me think about Harvey a bit. I’m of the opinion that he’d be a fan of the Decemberists, and from that thought came what has got to be the most self-indulgent little thing I’ve ever written.

Look below the cut for some SFW fluff.

Contains: domesticity and conversations best suited for those of us whose musical tastes crystallized in the 2006 indie folk scene.

Harvey had a vinyl collection. It was endearing, his dedication to physical media. Mostly jazz albums, smooth and smoky, all warm and rich through his speakers.

You weren’t much for jazz. He had some other options too, but you weren’t sure those were for you either.

“Why do you listen to music about dead babies?”

You’d asked it while washing the dishes. Harvey nearly dropped the plate in his hands. “What!?”

You shrugged. “I put on one of your records and the guy was singing about a dead baby.”

“You… what album?” Harvey’s eyes were crinkled in bemusement.

“It had a boat on it?”

Harvey thought for a second, then his face lit in recognition. “The Decemberists! They’re wonderful!”

You laughed. “Didn’t know your taste was so… edgy?”

“Oh no no no.” Harvey was blushing. “That track… not a good representation. Here.” He dried his hands, grabbed yours, pulled you into his hobby room. You leaned against the door, trying to control your smile as he rifled through his albums. He made a small “ah” sound as he pulled one out. “This is a better starting point.”

Strings filled the room, and you settled in on the floor to listen. You liked this one a little better, but…

“Is this a song about a couple jumping off a cliff together?”

“…yes?” Harvey ducked his head, an embarrassed smile playing on his lips.

“I mean, I like it better than the dead baby one…”

“Hmmm…” Harvey fiddled with the player again. “They’re known for this one. Might want to sit down, it’s long.”

You appeased him, doing your best not to knock into the model that was drying on the table next to you. Harvey joined, picking up a bit of sandpaper. He worked away at a few small pieces of wood as you spent the next nine minutes trying to follow the action of a rambling nautical tale.

“So let me get this straight,” you said as an accordion reeled through its outro. “This dude bankrupted the kids mom and gave her an std or something, so the singer took to sea to kill him, but then they both got swallowed by a whale, but he’s still gonna kill him?”

Harvey nodded, keeping his eyes on his project. “Yup. That’s… that’s about it.”

“Huh.” You sat and watched him for a moment as he smoothed away at a rough edge. The track transitioned, a gentle guitar picking, the lead singer’s lowing tenor sliding through a simple melody.

You recognized it.

“I think I know this one?” You tried to place it. It sounded a little different in your head. Softer. Hummed.

Harvey was blushing again. “I get it stuck in my head sometimes. It’s one of my favorites. ‘Of Angels and Angles.’ Makes me think of you.”

“Awww…” You couldn’t help the slow smile. That was exactly it. Harvey would hum it sometimes around the house, or, now that you were thinking a little harder, when you were in bed, head on his chest, the melody rumbling beneath you as you grew up warm and tired and relaxed.

Harvey’s lips were moving, singing without singing as he brushed away a bit of dust from the wing he held.

There’s a swallow

There’s a calm

Here’s a hand to lay on your open palm today

You stood, wrapped your arms around his shoulder, buried your face in his hair as the song wound its way to its end. “Alright,” you said. “That was a lot better than the first one I heard. What else you got?”

Harvey tilted his head up at you. “Ever heard the story of the crane wife?”

You hadn’t, but now you couldn’t wait to hear all about it.