#✫ ┊ AREN'T DISTRACTIONS WHAT'S BEST? — ⋆˚࿔ (load file.)

[starshccter]

tag dump

[rowretro]

𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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[gaypirate]

adhd day

decided to open the etsy order i'd received like a week ago

couldn't find it

tore everything apart looking for it

found some fandom prints i'd bought hidden under some stuff on my desk

decided to put the prints away in the box i'm putting all my fandom stuff in until i can get a good display

the prints are just sandwiched between cardboard so i wanted to print out the invoices so i'd know what it was without opening it up

spent a while trying to combine the two invoices into one page in affinity publisher

realized that my printer currently has A5 paper loaded up and it's a pain to change the paper size, so if i was gonna change it i should also print all the pages of my fanfic wip like i've been planning to, because i have an easier time sorting through my thoughts on big projects if i can physically move things around

the fic is spread out between 33 notes in my notes app and combined it would be dozens of pages so condensing it all into one thing, removing white space and making the font smaller would be wise

try to figure out the best file format to export everything from my notes app to get it all into word

eventually come up with a solution but now need to figure out how to remove the white space quickly but the methods i'm finding online aren't working so i have to fight with that for a while

at this point i had to pee and was torn out of my fugue state, looked around and realized i had the contents of the fandom box and as well as piles of mail all over the place and hadn't even opened the etsy package (which at some point during all this had found behind the drawers by my desk)

i don't understand how people without adhd can just do tasks without getting distracted by 500 other ones

[getitinbusan]

Namjoon:

The Grammy Sessions

18+ smut part of The Studio Sessions

It's not a Grammy award but I hope it's a little distraction for you all until the performance. Written for @jungkookbabyyyy and @etherealxjiminx thanks for the love 💜 I hope you like it.

"You all look so handsome."

Gushing over the five men in front of you was easily one of your favorite  pastimes.

"You need to be out of here in 5 minutes, where's Jin and Joon?" 

"I'm here," Jin walked in tucking his arm around your waist. "But there's a little issue with Namjoon," he whispered not so softly in your ear. Everyone looked at each other nervously. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Yoongi vocalized what everyone was thinking. 

"It means he's a little freaked out. I've never seen him like this." Jin was usually Namjoon's support and if he was saying it, it wasn't good. 

Jimin pulled out his phone, "Should we call Sejin Hyung?" 

All eyes turned to you, waiting. "Why do you think I know the answer?"

"You always know what to do Noona, you take better care of us than anyone." Jungkook flattered while looking worried. 

You looked to your boyfriend, "He's not wrong," Yoongi shrugged.

The wheels turned in your head as you tried to formulate a game plan. 

The doorbell rang, "The cars here, what are we going to do?" 

You looked them over analyzing  who would be your best accomplice. "Jimin put your phone away, i'm going to handle this."

You tried hard to sound confident. "You're going to stay with me. Everyone else go get in the car. If we're late, you're going to have to do press alone." 

The looks of terror that befell them made you sigh. "Seriously? You all speak perfectly fine English. Stop being such cowards and use it." You kissed their cheeks one by one as they filed out. Jungkook was last.

"You've got this baby, I promise. Your English is so good now, you can do it."

"Do whatever it takes Noona, just get him there." 

"So why am I here? What exactly is my role in all this?"

You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm gonna need you to drive." 

"That's it? I could be drinking free champagne at the virtual pre show but instead I have to be the chauffeur?" 

"I'm sorry but Guk or Jin would be messy, we've gotten too close and they'd be hurt having to watch."

"Watch what?" 

"Me fucking Joon in front of them.  God Jimin, keep up we don't have much time." 

He stood puzzled. 

"Taehyungs a pervert and he'd get too turned on and try to make it about himself. There's no way Joon would fuck me in front of Yoongi and Hobi is just a shit driver." 

He didn't even bat an eye. "So your plan is to bribe him with sex?" 

"Can you think of a better option because I didn't see you suggesting  anything."

He grabbed the keys from their hook and shrugged, "I guess I'll be waiting in the car." 

"Joon?" You knocked lightly on his door, turning the handle before he could answer. 

He was in his own world pacing the room as if he was lost in thought. 

"Hey sweetheart." You startled him. 

"You know you can't skip this right?" He sat down onto the edge of the bed with his head in his hands nodding. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" 

Kneeling in front of him you pulled his hands away from his face. He looked tired. 

"What if we don't win?" 

"Joon what's really going on? You never worry about things like this."

"This is our ultimate goal, everyone knows. There's so much riding on this and it's all on my shoulders as the leader." 

He began pacing again. "If we lose I'm the one who has to tell everyone it's okay, i'm the one who has to calm the fans and I'm the one who has to console the members." 

"But what if you win and you're worrying about this for nothing?" 

"Thats it though, the one thing nobody's thinking about. If we win tonight we've reached our highest goal, where do we go from there?" 

"Namjoon," you couldn't help but smile in fondness, "you think too much." 

Wrapping your arms around him you gave him a squeeze. "Shut your head off and try to live in the moment for once." 

He kissed your forehead, "I wish you could come tonight." 

"Well your car already left so you've got me until we get there."

You picked up his jacket and flung it at him. "Now let's go before you miss anything."

He went to open the passenger door but you pushed it closed. "Don't worry Jimin's got this under control. You're going to ride in the back with me and relax." 

His hand was clammy and he kept squeezing yours like morse code.

"What are you doing?" His eyes were clamped tightly shut and his lips were moving but no sound was coming out. 

"I'm practicing my speech in case we win. I'm sorry I just can't make my brain stop." 

"So if you can't shut it off…" You let go of his hand and palmed him over his pants. "We'll just have to find a way to distract it." 

He looked at the front seat towards Jimin. 

"Don't worry about him. He's going to keep his eyes on the road and make sure we get there on time."

He was growing firmer with every stroke, straining against the fabric that held him in. "Doesn't that feel better already?" 

He smiled with a nod.

"I just want you to sit back and enjoy the ride."

Sliding to your knees in the back seat you carefully undid his zipper. Gently lifting his semi hard dick out of his underwear you leaned in for a suck.

"You have the nicest cock Joon." It twitched at your flattery. 

He wrapped his hand into your hair and pushed you closer to his swollen member. You could feel him relaxing under your touch.

"Suck it for me." 

Wrapping your lips around him you embraced his shaft with your suctioned movements. Wet lips worked him in and out of your throat while your other hand burrowed around his balls squeezing them gently. Small sighs escaped him, the sound of tension leaving his body.

"What are you thinking about?" You licked the head of his cock. 

"How good your mouth feels." 

"Umm," you hummed. "If you're still thinking I'm not doing good enough." 

You sat up and leaned against your side of the door spreading your legs wide open you fully exposed yourself. 

"You're really not wearing anything under there?" 

"I wasn't planning on leaving the house." You pulled the oversize sweater you were wearing as a dress over your head.

"I was just going to stretch out on the big couch and watch you perform." You dipped your finger into yourself and his jaw dropped.

"I figured I'd be so turned on and none of you would be there to satisfy me so I'd have to take care of myself." You grinned sinfully, "Undergarments just get in the way." 

Catching Jimin watching in the rearview, you circled your clit, teasing the little bud for your audience. He shifted in his seat while adjusting his hard on, "Eyes on the road please driver." 

Namjoon reached forward, wanting to explore you like your own fingers were. "Go ahead, put in."

His index finger slid in beside yours and he slowly pumped it in and out matching your movements. "You're  so fucking sexy." 

"I want you to fuck me Joon, my pussy wants more." 

He pulled his finger out and you grabbed his hand, holding it still.

"We should tip the chauffeur, give him a little sample don't you think?" 

Namjoon was hesitant, unsure, until a soft, "please, let me taste her," came from the front seat. 

Namjoon reached around the headrest and he held his finger out. Jimin's plush lips latched on greedily sucking it clean, running his tongue around the tip for good measure. "You taste so fucking good Noona." 

Eyes totally glassed over, Namjoon was desperate for satisfaction. 

"What are you thinking about now?" You bit your lip. 

"Pounding that pussy into the car seat until you can't walk anymore." 

"Yes please." You used your legs to pull him in closer, "get over here and fuck me."

He slid into your wetness with ease, your excited pussy drenched in anticipation for his meaty cock. His body had you pressed into the leather seat while Jimin sat staring at his ass pumping furiously into you.

Catching his eye and holding contact you smiled and moaned louder. You wanted him to have to sit there, horny, counting down the minutes until he could find a release. Knowing he'd be thinking of ways to punish you for putting him through this the entire show made you even wetter.

Wrapping Namjoon tightly in your thighs you whispered, "Cum in me Joonie please, I want you dripping out of me all night." 

Ramming himself into you with a newfound energy the car shook as he shot his load deep inside you and collapsed. 

"Namjoon baby, what are you thinking about?" 

He started laughing from where he was tucked into your neck, the vibrations tickling, making you squirm under him. 

"Absolutely fucking nothing." 

With Namjoon safely delivered you turned your attention to Jimin. 

"Why aren't you getting out of the car? You're already so late."

He looked at you in the rearview mirror,  "Don't smile at me and pretend that wasn't intentional. I need a minute,  I can't exactly walk in there with a boner."

You couldn't stop laughing. "My poor Mochi. I'll tell you what, I'll make it up to you when you get home."

He pushed the door open to get out but came and leaned into your unrolled window.

"Win or lose you'll be getting something later."

Walking away he grabbed his dick and winked at you.

"You'd better be waiting up for your prize." 

[kpopimaginee]

"THE BANK MEETING"

●PART 1●

This fanfiction contains violence, guns, knives, and scary things!! So if you don't like it, this fanfiction is not for you!!

If you want to read it- then enjoy!!!

🃏

You have been working in Gotham's bank as a bank clerk for 4 years now. You are known for actively participating in helping with the development of this big bank's company.

You have quite good respect from your co-workers and they are always amazed by your graceful appearance and manner.

Today you have eaten your breakfast and dressed up in your classy knee-length navy blue dress because your work requires an elegant choice of fashion.

You got out of your red car in front of your job building.

As your high heels make tapping sound on the street you said hello to your acquaintances. Walking through a big solid door you sighed and told yourself that it's going to be a good day.

You sat in front of your desk preparing your papers and files while your computer was booting.

There he comes; your boss rushed in your way to greet you.

"Good morning Y/N, how's your day doing"- he said.

"Good morning Mr. Graham, it's going well, I hope you are as good as mine, has something happened?"- you said sensing something bad from your boss's voice.

"Actually yes, we will have an unexpected elementary school trip to our bank. I wanted you to take care of welcoming them and showing them how the work is done here. Of course, you will get raise for this day."- he said seriously.

"Boss, we have so much to do, we get so much phone calls from sales representatives I don-"

"You need to do this or else I will lose trust in you as one of my best employees."

I hate school trips, those children are so comprehensive. Besides, I will need to rush my work and I probably will need to stay after hours to catch up with everything.

But I will not lose my face as a hard-working employee. I will show that I'm capable of multitasking.

With my head high I fastly and with grace returned to my work, I needed to focus as hard as I can to manage to do everything just in time for this school trip.

*After 2 hours*

"Bill, can you hand me those papers about Mrs. Clementine's Cleves loan from June 24, please?"

I was really busy with all this paperwork and customers endlessly coming to our bank. They were all served by me with a smile. I didn't show that I'm in a really big time rush.

"The school trip should be there soon, you should get prepared"- my friend Adam said worriedly.

"Thank you, I'm ending"- I replied.

I ended all the task I needed to complete before this school trip. I'm proud of myself and I started to clean up my deck and place my papers to my folders.

I was almost ready as I heard a loud bang on my right and then a lot of screams.

I turned my head to the right to see what happened as I saw a few men with guns running towards my colleagues and me. They had clown masks, each of them different, and suits with huge bags on their shoulder. Everyone rushed to run and hide somewhere but I was so surprised that I stood there not even flinching focused on the thing that just happened.

When they were getting close to me I heard a huge explosion and I saw a bus halfway in the bank wall.

My first thoughts were- "Bus driver rode into the wall? but how is it possible?!"

It distracted me from those men who they aimed the weapon at Bill and dragged him through his desk.

Then I quickly hide under my desk. They started to rob the bank.

I prayed for safety as they started dragging all my friends near their desks and told them to not move. I started sweating but I did my reality check and I started listening to what's going on and wait for an opportunity to run. My mind was covered in different thoughts and plans. I could hear my heart race.

"Put your hands up!!!!"

"NOOO!!"- my friend Jane screamed in fear.

I couldn't move at all since my hiding place was really small.

"Obviously, we don't want you doing anything with your hands other than holding on for dear life."

I was more and more hopeless as I knew I couldn't run because so heard walking through the whole lobby.

"On the ground, stay on the ground!!!"

I covered behind a huge trash bin under my desk. I heard gun noises that were carried by one of the men near me. I wasn't moving. I forced myself to not breathe. I could feel him looking underneath my desk but I stayed with my head down, not moving, not breathing.

He left. I released my breath.

But he quickly dragged someone underneath my desk too, but the person was so scared that he didn't notice me.

"Don't make me come here, stay down!!!"

*BANG SHOT AND BROKEN GLASS NOISES*

"Someone shot one of the bad guys!"- I thought as I saw one of the clowns quickly hiding next to me behind my desk. I didn't know if he saw me or not so I started to panic. I could literally feel his deep breath as only one piece of thin wood separated us from each other.

I covered my mouth with hands so the person next to me couldn't hear me breathing in case he didn't saw me.

I heard a gun loaded, probably from the one that shot this bad guy just seconds ago.

Then the guy that loaded the gunshot in the direction of the clown that was hiding next to me. It hit my desk and I screamed. The clown runs as I picked through my desk for a split second and I saw Adam walking with the gun chasing the man with a mask.

A couple of more shots were fired as Adam yelled:

"You have any idea who you're stealing from?! You and your friends are dead!!"

I heard one more shotgun shot and than a couple of shots from a much faster shooting gun.

I heard someone fall down.

I was trembling.

"Where 'd you learn to count?!"- I heard someone shouting.

I heard my friend Adam grunting in pain. "Oh no, it must have been Adam who got shot!!", "I need to help him now!!" I thought while I had no time to think really.

"If this guy was so smart he would have had us bring a bigger car."- the same guy from before said.

I'm betting the Joker told you to kill me soon as we loaded the cash."- he added.

I crawled through my hiding spot, trying to sneak unnoticed next to my desk so I could help Adam.

"No. I kill the bus driver."- one man said with a deep voice.

"Bus driver? What bus-" *SHOT*

I was trying to sneak behind to my friend who still was laying on the floor shot.

"What happened to the rest of the guys?"- the third voice said. *SHOTS*

As I was close to coming right behind Adam but I backed as he said to the clown that was earlier running from Adam's gun:

"Think you’re smart, huh? Well, the guy who hired you's just do the same to you . . . " - Adam mumbled.

"Sure he will. Criminals in this town used to believe in things..."

Clown turns back to Adam without saying any words. Crouches over him.

"Honor. Respect. What do you believe, huh? What do you bel-"

Clown slides a grenade into the man's mouth. A purple thread is knotted around the pin.

I wasn't moving, I was just looking shocked.

"I believe that what doesn’t kill you . . ."

Clown pulls off his mask. Adam gasps.

"...simply makes you stranger."

Adams's eyes go wide. Clown rises, strolls towards the bus, the purple thread attached to the grenade. He was ready to go but then I went for a laying gun, run to my friend and screamed:

"NO!"

while I was aiming a gun on a strange looking man who had clown makeup on.

The man turned around.

"Put your hands up"- I screamed.

He put his hands up and started to walk comfortably but silly towards me:

*smack* *smack* *smack*

"Hello, beautiful."- he said to me getting more and more closer to me.

"Aren't you a brave one?"- he mocked me.

I focused the gun on him, I was really scared.

"And you are beautiful. You look nervous- it’s the scars isn’t it?"

I stood there trying to not get carried away. I reloaded the gun.

"Try to shoot"- he said.

"Push the button"

"I bet you can't sweetheart"- he mocked me even more, still with his hands up and walking through my comfort zone.

He stood there and waited. Adam on the floor bleeding grunted:

"Do it Y/N, DO IT!"

The men in front of me smacked his lips and tilted his head to the right.

I pushed the shooting handle but there were no bullets inside.

He quickly grabbed me and pressed a knife across my cheek.

"Wanna know how I got these scars? I had a wife, beautiful like you. Who tells me I worry too much. Who says I need to smile more. Who gambles. And gets in deep with the sharks. One day they carve her face, and we’ve got no money for surgeries. She can’t take it."- he whispered to me.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too tight. He pressed his knife to my cheek even more and started to play with it on my face:

"I just want to see her smile again. I just want her to know I don’t care about the scars. So I put a razor in my mouth and do this to myself . . . And you know what?

(laughing)

She can’t stand the sight of me... "

*He started delicately drawing a smile on my face with his knife*

"l See, now I see the funny side."

"Now I'm always smiling."

*He widely smiled to my face*

His big hands gripped my arm:

"I will take you with me"-he said.

"I think you will be useful in the future"

Then he took me captive to his bus unraveling grenade's pin that was put in Adam's mouth from the purple lining of his jacket as he walks. He climbs into the bus, shuts the rear door, TRAPPING THE PURPLE THREAD...

I screamed.

We drive away.

THE END OF PART 1

[aewrie]

distractions aren't working so

(yelling into the void to get this out of my system but seriously tread carefully if you're sensitive to topics of abuse/ c/sa /mental health crap)

i'd be looking for a therapist but am not exactly in the headspace to do so. my old one was overall great and i'd be contacting her but she was basically useless when it came to this topic. think she was more confused and conflicted at the idea of a child being the abuser than me. which. that's not gonna help. and by the time i'd trust myself to see through that ordeal idk. i could probably use it anyway but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

could use it right now. i've been crying on and off for like 3-4 hours, while teetering on the edge of another breakdown

took me what, 10?? years before i felt ok using the word trauma in reference to being bullied for years. even after i kinda knew how fucked it all was. only after a health professional was like 'yeah, that's trauma you've got going on' after hearing the tl;dr of my life i felt i was allowed to. (she then proceeded to recommend therapy lmao). bc it wasn't so bad. boy i'm good at rationalizing all that away. other people always have it worse! and it's not like there was obvious violence, so obviously it doesn't count.

same fucking thing when i got diagnosed with depression and anxiety. i was passively suicidal & heading into worse direction and i was only willing to admit that i was sad & anxious. probably. surely not anything that would warrant treatment.

and now this thing i've filed away under 'miscellaneous shit that was not ideal probably, but surely it wasn't' That Bad, other people have it Worse':

yesterday i checked out this vr interview stream dealing with abuse right before i had to go sleep (the best idea ever. clearly) and at the point i started watching the discussion made basically no sense so i figure i go to the start and watch from there. and the interviewee describes the abuse, and i'm fine until a particular detail comes up and then it kinda unraveled from there. i had to pause just to get a breather. i watched maybe a few minutes more idk.

i've looked into child psychology and sexual development before bc ever since i bumped into the term child-on-child sa i've been stuck with the whole 'but does it count if x y z' (mostly: can someone so young even be an abuser, bc obviously if he didnt' intentionally & maliciously do it, i am not allowed to feel upset), even earlier that same damn day! but nothing unequivocally said yes or no. so of course i'm going with the safe answer of no, i'm not allowed to call it abuse.

but after that Moment i looked at some more stuff and found a couple of videos, one from a therapist knowledgeable on the topic, and one first-hand account, read some comments to boot, and then i'm having the sort of crying episode that leaves me feeling physically sick for a full day at least

at work today I was distracted the second i was not properly busy, then i managed to keep it together for a bit when i got home and now here we are. fuck i'm glad i'll have multiple days off now. on the long run this is good to process. but def not feeling it right now lol. at least i'm not stuck in a corner of fandom where loaded buzzwords get thrown around like they mean nothing, i knew that fucked with my head even back during the vl/d heyday and i was just getting around to the 'ok that Happened and maybe it was messed up, but Not abuse' stage of denial

good news i might be done crying rn so i guess that helped

i guess this was gonna be happening sooner or later bc i've been somewhat actively thinking about all that for months but rip it came out of nowhere

(and gonna throw it in here just in case; i'd rather not have 'i'm sorry' messages or similar, 9 times out of 10 i just feel awkward as shit. more neutral (not sure what's the best word?) is fine)