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"I'm not like other girls." Well, that's good for you, but I am. I love reading books and fanfics. I love obsessing over fictional characters and screaming music at the top of my lungs. I love fangirling over celebrities and getting overly invested in ships that will never be canon. I cry over sad endings and laugh at memes no one else understands. I love getting way too excited over small things, daydreaming about impossible scenarios, and staying up late to finish just one more chapter. I love getting lost in fictional worlds, losing sleep over them, and rewatching my favorite shows a million times. I love spending hours scrolling through fan art and feeling alive through the stories, music, and love for people I will never meet. I love being like other girls.

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At this point I don’t even care if death is sweet #personal

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I am so done with life. Because I don’t have one. If anyone has any suggestions about how to actually enjoy and live life please let me know.

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Love

Summary: Namjoon wants to be closer to you.

Genre: mostly fluff, mild angst but it’s resolved by the end

A/N: This my ugly baby fr. I based this off If I was your girlfriend by Prince cause Namjoon deadass has this vibe.

If I was your girlfriend, would you remember

To tell me all the things you forgot when I was your man?

Namjoon feels deeply jealous of anyone who knew you before him.

He knows you love him; you married him. It still bothers him that he doesn’t know you fully.

You have secrets; ones that you can’t share with him. Ones that you can only share with those who have been there before him.

Would you let me dress you

I mean, help you pick out your clothes before you go out?

You went shopping with your sister, leaving a pouty Namjoon at home.

He could help dress you; he could make you feel gorgeous as you made him always feel.

Not that you’re helpless

He brings it up the next day. You stare at him, baffled.

“You saying I can’t dress?”

“No, I just want to help you with little things sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Like, fuck, I don’t know. Your nails, helping you pick out clothes, finding a tv show, bathing—y’know that shit.

You give a hearty laugh.

“How ‘bout you help me with dinner then.”

But sometime, sometime those are the things that being in love’s about

He wants to be more intimate with you; to care for you in a way that only he knows he can.

If I was your one and only friend

Would you run to me if somebody hurt you even if that somebody was me

Namjoon has only seen you cry a few times. First, when Moni died; second, when you said your vows; lastly, when he bought your shared home.

He never saw you cry about anything small until now. It was a small argument; still, it made you feel small and insecure in a way you couldn’t describe. It was late and everyone you trusted had fallen asleep except for Namjoon.

You both lay in your bed as you sniffled into his shoulder. His head was turned to you giving you occasional soft kisses on your forehead.

“This is so silly to cry over.”

“It’s not. I had no idea I upset you this bad. I’m such an asshole.”

“Honestly, it’s not even about you, I’m just a mess.”

“You’re not. Even if you were, I still love you.”

You stayed silent as you slowly breathed into his soaked pjs.

“Come on, let’s wash up and go to sleep. You need it.”

“Ok.”

He releases you from his firm grasp to start the water.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Sometimes, I trip on how happy we can be

That night, at 3 A.M., Namjoon felt closer to you; sitting in the bath, you back towards him as he gently washed your scalp while humming a soothing tune. Your tears long had dried to be replaced with a comfortable fatigue.

“Let’s spend the day together tomorrow. As an apology.”

“Ok.”

“Good. I’ll make us breakfast when we wake up.”

I want to be all the things you are to me

Surely, you can see.

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Sometimes I wish I could evaporate into nothingness. I wish there was nothing left of my body for even a gentle breeze to lift because even then I don’t want to be touched. Sometimes I wish I could flash forward all the way to the end to witness my last moment so that I can stop looking at the clock and wondering how much longer I’ll have to wait. For someone who loves writing so much, I look forward awfully a lot to a blank page. Crumbled in the trash and forgotten. Unused and purposeless. In death as in life.

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Please God. Save me.

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This trump presidency is only the beginning.

He was angry he lost the last election. That he was charged with all these things.

So the writers of project 2025 approached him. Here we will help you win. Just do everything we say.

Thus he wins because his supporters are dumb and uneducated.

Let's jump to 2028. Who will be running. Jd Vance. Jd Vance and his wife will start becoming apart of the spotlight.

We will see more wealthy celebrities celebrate the fashion sense of the wives.

Easily influenced those that love the Kardashians, etc etc.

This is how project 2025 is beginning. They're going to cause another outbreak of a disease. To get rid of the poor and those that can't afford care.

Climate change. Well destroy the country and cause more people to die. Lose their homes and jobs. Make certain places unliveable.

Get rid of immigrants. If they're not white.

They know what they're doing.

Also look at many of the writers of project 2025. They all went to ivy League colleges and Universities.

Lots of these billionaires did too.

I know I'm the oldest person on Tumblr. Though growing up. I remember learning about secret societies that exist at these places.

I know conservatives are always saying illuminati.

Though do you really think that all these people don't know each other for a very long time.

Don't underestimate the writers of project 2025. They're not dumb. They know how to manipulate. Highly educated and they're using trump too.

I bet they're using the billionaires as well. These are not dumb people. They know what they want. They've been planning this for awhile.

Please keep safe everyone. Don't give up. Be happy out of spite and live out of spite.

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I’d like to get off this sinking ship

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the whole tiktok situation is EXACTLY why media literacy and education on propaganda is so important. the notifications about tiktok going down and then coming back use VERY propagandistic language, and with a literal fascist coming into power in the us tomorrow we need to be even more critical of the information we’re consuming and stay on the lookout for political stunts like this

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If yall can’t see the catastrophic shift that is taking place in this country to literally turn us all into mindless slaves with no empathy or compassion, then please pull your head out of your ass.

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Slavery. Class slavery.

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in his every gesture...

the one where minho lets the little things speak

lee minho is not a big fan of words. yes, he writes and sings several songs about love and its hardships but he'd rather express that creatively than outright tell you. so your friends are concerned since they find it a little difficult to tell whether or not he really does love you at the end of the day. but you've never doubted his love before and you never will. because you realise slowly that there's more to the man you wake up with every morning than words of endearment.

because minho loves you.

when you wake up to the sound of eggs sizzling on a hot pan on a saturday morning, he loves you. when you're clutching your bag, desperately waiting for the rain to stop, he's there for you holding an umbrella in one hand and a drenched kitten in the other. he loves you. when you pounce out of the car and encourage him to join you in the rain for a dance, he rolls his eyes. while you stand enjoying the rain albeit with a pout, he's there when you return, a towel in the dryer, and a warm mug of tea when you return from your shower. because minho loves you. when you're hunched over your laptop with tired eyes, he silently picks you up, saves your work and takes you to bed. minho loves you. when you realise you forgot to stock up on your favourite icecream but unexpectedly find it in the fridge, minho loves you. when he warms your cold hands with his own during winter walks, minho loves you.

when he sacrifices the last bite of his kimchi jiggae because he knows it's your favourite part, minho loves you. when he turns down the volume of his music when he's practicing dance in your shared home because he knows you're focusing on work, minho loves you. when he silently untangles the wire of your earphones, minho loves you. when he pretends not to notice your bad hair days and instead fixes them for you, minho loves you. when he chooses to stand on the bus so that you can have the seat while you two pretend like you're strangers flirting, minho loves you. when he memorizes all your favourite karaoke songs to sing with you, minho loves you. when he teasingly proposes after a playful argument, "marry me and you can always win", minho loves you.

when he silently fixes something in you that you didn't even know was broken, minho loves you.

minho loves you for all that you are and all that you ever will be. and the only day you'll doubt that is the day he stops breathing.

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you know a fic is good when it has this

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Feyre noticed something that stayed with her for a long time, so much so that she felt the need to paint it. The image consumes her for days, the colors calling to her as her brush races across the canvas.

When she finally finishes, she feels satisfied, stretching before deciding to tuck it away to gift at the right moment.

That moment comes during the grand dinner party celebrating Elain and Lucien accepting their bond. Feyre gifts the painting: a twin set.

One depicts Elain gazing at Lucien with a softness in her expression when she thinks no one is watching. The other mirrors it, capturing Lucien looking at Elain the same way just moments later.

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I can’t believe I’m wishing to go back in time when all I wanted was to go forward.

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Just a little bit longer