🌸 eleanor 🌸

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32, UK | brb, i'm in a love-hate relationship with my own writing

tumblr user trektaalik asks in the replies to a post “If Count Binface wins, will he have to give up his title to sit in the Commons?” op tumblr user penny-anna replies, “I was looking this up earlier & seemingly no but he might not be allowed to wear the bin”
two astronauts in space looking at earth with the one on the left pulling a gun on the one on the right. the one on the right is saying you’re a reylo? while the one eye the gun answers always have been
an orange cat lies, belly exposed, in a grey dog bed on top of a white blanket patterned with black labradors and the cat is looking into the camera with a vague air of annoyance at having his sleep disturbed
an orange cat stalking towards the camera by an outdoor swimming pool
an orange cat lounging with his front paws tucked together and a white mug with the words word nerd in all caps printed in black is next to him
an orange tomcat very intently makes biscuits on a reddish brown faux fur throw
an orange tomcat sleeping on a burgundy red sofa and he is snuggled up against a bright pink knitted jumper
screenshot of my bluesky profile
greg davies on taskmaster saying powerful homoeroticism i really enjoyed it
alex horne sternly says “series, jason” while the taskmaster greg davies giggles
aidan quinn as investigator gary hallet from practical magic, looking devastatingly handsome and holding a red rose. it is as if you are destined to fall in love with him
frenchie and kimiko from the boys (season 3 because amazon are dicks and do not let you screenshot the current season)
a grey dining table with four chairs, decorated with a floral table runner and flower-shaped candles along with a vase of tulips. A black display bar is over the table and it has a garland twisted around it with pink wisteria hanging from the ends of the bar
dominos of increasing size falling meme with the smallest domino labelled the volcanic eruption of 1815 and the largest domino labelled no cheeses for us meeses
an orange cat sitting peacefully in a herb garden
captain holt from brooklyn 99 saying and you’ll hear it again with shakespearean level emphasis
Black and white photo of Daisy Ridley
Picture of the 2026 Eurovision mascot Auri. I’ve seen somebody describe it as Gritty’s non-binary bisexual cousin and you know, they’re not that far off. The mascot is covered in fur and its colouring is an ombré mix of pink on top going through purple, navy and down to blue. It has a purple snout and a tuft of yellow hair which matches its rather fetching yellow headphones. It also has its own crossbody purse, which is red and in the shape of a heart.
a tiny brown and white kitten is being held by a woman and the subtitle says butternut is a master of psychological manipulation
Quote detailing the Vimes “Boots” theory of Economics: The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles. But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.
An orange cat sleeping on the sofa. He’s lying in a way where his upper half is on the sofa but his bottom is on my lap.
roger allam as peter mannion in the thick of it, saying “i’m bored of this. i’m going for a twix.”
a screenshot of a youtube video, which shows a clip from the prime video show young sherlock. two white men are in the thumbnail and they both look vaguely similar with long jaws and sharp cheekbones. one is wearing a graduation cap, the other is wearing a flat cap and that is what i am using to differentiate between the two characters
A white cat that looks like it’s sobbing
Picture of a very good spoon in my hand.
The “do not blow this for us” meme from Brooklyn 99, featuring Andy Samberg threatening a grinning corgi.
Rowan Atkinson as Edmund Blackadder from the second series of Blackadder. The one where a beard and a pearl earring made him super hot.
Poster for my fic, "the rest of you, the best of you (belongs to me)". It's made up of a black and white photo of rumpled bedding with a shadow silhouette of a couple reflected on a white wall - a man and a woman. The woman is tenderly cradling the man's face.
The miranda priestly “florals? for spring? groundbreaking.” meme but she’s saying “hot people? dry humping? groundbreaking.” instead
A white Westiepoo looking curiously out between some pink curtains at the world outside the window
Screenshot of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary’s 2026 word gif. The word is “opulent”.
A white Westiepoo with the roundest Disney eyes I’ve ever seen. Think of the cutest dog you’ve met. Times it by 100, and that’s how cute this Westiepoo is.
my spotify wrapped for 2025. my top artists are florence and the machine, hozier, pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky, bts and ramin djawadi. my top songs are big god by fatm, taste by sabrina carpenter, transformation (from beauty and the beast), shake it out by fatm and candy by paolo nutini
screenshot of a partial quote from terry pratchett: “poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet. this was the captain samuel vimes boots theory of socioeconomic unfairness”
close up of the painting the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel, focusing on lucifer’s face and the tears coming from his eyes
The “I don’t know” party meme, but the caption says they don’t know I’m a dirty reylo
After a lifetime of pain, the brain learns how to suffer. I knew how to stay conscious through a beating. I'd had years to perfect my technique. The key was tensing your core and but-tocks. Humming. And nihilism. Also, role-playing as a tortured nine-teenth-century musical prodigy in the imaginary throes of writing a violent opera helped. A haunting melody started playing in my head. Only I could hear the music.
Technically, there was another child-Medusa—but she was incarcerated in the underworld, which was the infamous maximum-security Spartan prison.
Gingerly, I settled into the cardboard box that functioned as my bed.
The main character meets a giant invisible snake and makes friends with it. It sounds cool. It’s not. It’s awful.
Someone needed to take care of his mental health the cheap way—hit him over the head with a shovel (that was what they'd done to neighbor Paul: whacked him when he wasn't looking). "You can hear me, can't you ... what-are you?" the invisible voice said next to my ear, and I jolted with fear. Great, I'm being haunted by a ghost. I looked around warily. Barbed wire fence glinted at the distant tree line that surrounded the trailer park, and a tattered white flag hung off a branch displaying the crest of the House of Hades —a horrifying skeleton dog with burning crimson eyes. It was a hellhound.
To address the growing divide, the federation enacted a controversial marriage law. Chthonics immediately sought to undermine it.
A solid page of nothing but exposition that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever and makes me regret reading this book
They knew nothing of conflict, greed, or jealousy. All was peaceful. Then humans arrived.
Extract from my post-TRoS fic, no grave: “Rey, when I saw your past, I didn’t know Palpatine was part of it. I thought your parents were strangers, drunks—” “Palpatine,” Rey bites on the name, “was a liar. He lied to you, Ben. I went back to Jakku, and I found Plutt. Gave him enough of my credits and promised more to know that whatever he told me about my parents would be the absolute truth. Not words from a power-crazed Emperor.” Ben searches her face, his own features sinking into a frown. As she talks, sorting out the tangles in their story, his eyes darken to the point that she knows, if Palpatine wasn’t already destroyed, he’d go this minute to Exegol and plunge a saber into his chest. “My parents, it turns out—they were just drunks. Nobodies that came to the planet for parts and eventually died in the sands. Plutt even gave me their names, which he had in his books as a record of the transaction when they... when they sold me. Beren is my father’s name.” She’d brushed the sand off the pages she took from him—low tech meant no awkward questions, that was Plutt’s philosophy— and there it had been, in Basic, written by the hand of Plutt himself. She can see the three sentences now. Less than 10 words total. Simm Beren. Product: Daughter, Rey. Price: 20 drink portions. Rey swallows thickly. She continues. “I made sure to ask around. See if anyone who might've been around could corroborate the story. Five scavengers recognised me as that little girl, left sobbing at Plutt's side. They all assumed I remembered. That was that. No bounty hunter, Imperial or otherwise, ever came to Jakku to hunt them down. The memories we saw, together, were constructed by Palpatine. He wanted a new body and for the last Skywalker to die. He used this thing between us to trap us, Ben.” An awful silence surrounds them, the cottage. The ocean is calmer outside and the wind has died down but Ben’s Force signature thrums with anger.
Rewrite of the Tava and Kylo kiss from the comics, but Ben is written as a panicking Victorian apologising to Rey and assuring her his heart is hers and they can be married without scandal. Rey reminds him they’re enemies.
The fjor nodded. Covering his amulet with his left hand, he passed his right over the soldier’s forehead. A serenity filled the soldier’s face, shining out through the blood with a beatific smile. Astrid had never seen it before now, but she knew of it. The fjor’s victim was now gone, lost in the memory of a dream. It could be of a girl back home; it could be the taste of his mother’s cooking. It could be a triumphant swing of his sword against an enemy’s armour. His mind chose the memory—the Draumr magic merely guided him to it. Until his captor decided to release him, he would be trapped in that sweet euphoria, the pain packed away in a box and pushed into a corner of his mind.
A very fat aubergine with dark purple flesh and a long green stalk right at the tip.
The Community “Darkest Timeline” meme. I’ve added labels to describe this particular situation I’m discussing, but the meme is the point – young people wandering into a fandom where they know nothing of the history
Two panel screenshot from The Golden Girls. Rose (Betty White) asks “Where are you going?” Dorothy (Bea Arthur) answers “To get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.”
She had to sink her fingers into his hair and reach up onto her tiptoes to kiss him. With one hand, he grasped for her waist, while the other frantically waved the candlestick to and fro, seeking a place for it to rest. At last, he found the mantelpiece. Smiling against his lips, Rey took him in her arms again. Touch—certainly, romantic touch—was not something she knew much of. But there was something exhilarating about having his hands around her waist. Despite their mutual fear, their inherent clumsiness, she, at last, felt secure. In this world of treason, he felt like an anchor. Her head filled with ideas, images of a farmstead and waking up drenched in sunlight, his long body stretched out beside hers, his arms toned from honest work and wrapped around her belly, keeping her in endless delight with his lips on hers. It was a reality that could never be, and she never wanted to let it go.
A blue sky, with only a few wisps of cloud. At the bottom of the picture is a palm tree (I think, I’m not a gardener I just rent from one)
Photo of a page from Fear the Flames by Olivia Rose Darling. The (very obvious) love interest is described thusly: “He's dressed like an assassin in a black leather chest guard, and a cloak, pants, and boots to match. His staggering frame is clad with weapons. Several knives line his legs, a short sword and axe are strapped to his waist, and a broadsword rests across his back.”
A yellow Labrador lies sleeping in her bed. An orange cat sits in front of the bed, staring the Labrador down in an attempt of intimidation. The dog keeps sleeping.
winter was a savage, untamed beast when it came to Heimdar. The wind roared, the ice clawed, and the snow climbed up the walls of longhouses, cabins and even palaces, seeking entrance to its prey—the meek and cold humans inside. But Heimdarians were strong. Stronger than the winter. They stoked their fires, killed their cattle and prayed to The Five that they would outlive the beast. When the beast finally gave up, the Heimdarians opened their doors and enjoyed the remnants; the snow drifts that became an armoury for snowball fights, and the icy rivers that grew thick enough for even the broadest warrior to don his blades and skate upon them.
Astrid always dreamed the same dream—and if she sat there in her cot daydreaming any longer, she would be late, and her family would wake. Holding her breaths, praying to The Five that she would make no noise, she dressed quickly and tiptoed past the extinguished hearth. Once she got to the door, she sat on a stool and made a fumbling grasp for her boots. A warm guff of air passed over her the shell of her ear as one of the goats wondered if her hair would make for good hay. Astrid ducked, and the goat lost interest. Standing, she threw her thick cloak over her shoulders, fastened it, and headed out into the light.
Photo of the book Fear the Flames by Olivia Rose Darling. I’m on page 8, and things do not bode well. One of the lines is “We’re lined with weapons but no armor, for the sake of blending in as travellers.”
Screencap of KPop Demon Hunters. From left to right, there’s Mira looking ready to fight, Rumi rolling her eyes and Zoey with a mouthful of chips looking ready to fight God himself for interrupting her snacking