#DO NOT READ

[depressedcoffeeobsess]

Baking with Nott (gone wrong)

warnings: none

type: fluff

summary: you and Nott were baking— as friends.

theo nott x reader

(Very very short)

It was saturday , a day that's supposed to be calm and refreshing. they say you're supposed to do things that make you smile, with the people that make you happy. in other words for her it was the Nott boy.

"that's salt not sugar!" She claims screeching at the boy with disappointment. "Get the flour for me will ya?"

"Where is it. And how am I supposed to know its salt when you don't have anything labelled?" He asked still calmly patient. "Largest cabinet, left corner."

With that they start baking mixing ingredients here and there. People were still in awh that they were just friends. Like how could not be? They were friends since second year of hogwarts. None of them in a relationship.

She flipped through the thin pages of the cook book in order to find the right page as Nott had been frustratingly distracting. He was staring at her with awh of how good she could cook and bake. It was like every man's dream. A lady who can cook and clean, looks so pretty yet has so many disapproving manners. How could he not look at her so lovingly.

"Nott you've got to stop staring at me and focus on that damn bowl you're mixing" she said clearly frustrated. This was her day , Saturday. She couldn't be such a mood today.

"Then you've got to stop standing infront of me love. My eyes are only attracted to pretty things" He qoutes in a lovingly tone. On the outside she looks like she doesn't even care but on the inside she's squealing and squirming.

"Oh Nott keep doing the work you've got plenty of days to stare and dream at me" she mumbles flustered.

He immediately stops stirring and looks up. Then suddenly he stands up taking the wisk and placing it far away. He reaches for the girl but she steps away, occasionally slipping on something. "Oh really can we do that now?" He asks tempted. With a second move he lifts the girl up in his arms bridal style. "I'll show you that there is plenty of days left to bake".

"N-nott the cookies!"

[ahiruartist]

"Do not read"

[knight-in-sour-armor]

[blorbocedes]

we NEED to bring back shame

there's like f1 tiktok that directly lifts their discourse/thoughts from tumblr. (stuff from my blog has ended up there and I don't even have a tiktok. hi person who posts nicology verbatim from here 👋) but then people fucking read and reference fic stuff (5 million word martian, a/b/o) and it gets a bunch of views cause younger zoomers r more open about fic culture/ao3. but this is rpf, there's actual drivers on the app, social media teams following on the fanbase trends (ferrari admin saying sebchal, carlando etc) and you can't filter content that shows up algorithmically. there used to be a social contract, esp in rpf contexts, that you Do Not post it where the real people involved can see it and keep it in your pockets of the internet, and tiktok does not follow that 😶

[azuuraaan]

God fuck there's this really cute queer lady that comes into my work every once in a blue moon and I really love talking to her and she's so sweet but we were chatting tonight and apparently she has 3 girlfriends so I guess I will actually die alone. I mean I knew I didn't have a shot already but 3 girlfriends? Game really was rigged from the start huh. Still hope she comes in more I really like talking to her

[velvetporcelain]

lover,

i can’t look at myself, it’s bad luck. — it’s like I need to see myself without looking. — do you understand? things come to people when they don’t want them. so if i were you i would stop wanting the things that you want. — if that makes sense. george talks about it in a Seinfeld episode, the parking garage one —

as soon as I stop wanting to be beautiful, i am beautiful.

hockey game was a success. so many more things to watch than just hockey—- the people are fascinating and there are a spectrum of looks. —- there was an unspoken togetherness- and I think that’s why people like sports, the one thing that will bring us together, — but - it was fun to admire them all. look at them a bit longer than usual. talk to neighboring fans-

driving to Chicago this week, — trying to be excited about the drive, and the only drive that excites me is the one that wants to see my family. i miss them dearly, i know this internal impatience will fade once i am on the road- it will keep me going. and i will have plenty of time to think.

i don’t know how I wake up everyday and am capable of pushing down all the horrors of existence. if i think about it too much i can get anxious.— but i think being a woman has me prone, instinctively i am always the prey. — you can say that we all are but i think you know what i am implying.— or maybe admitting that we don’t give a fuck because look at us, obsessed with true crime —- evil men, murder and sex — i swear to god woman have sexualized their submissive instincts. — we have this attraction to bad men and bad is subjective to the woman. we this we can mend and heal them and they would then commit deeply to us for the rest of their lives, but poor them— they are committed to —- to—- what are men committed to? i really have a hard time finding even a far fetched, sarcastic response for that— i would have to start asking questions. —- maybe women admire from their shadows how men can be so committed to themselves. and that’s been the fight all along, it’s not equal rights it’s finally being so helpless we decide to commit to ourselves as women. and that’s what i have been doing— is that selfish in a vow of marriage? fuck no, this is different and you know it. a commitment to self because the world says commitment requires selflessness??? well that doesn’t seem right — maybe there’s a cap for commitment, maybe at a certain level there doesn’t need to be anymore definitive proof, just pure trust.

i am recognizing when i am falling into a victim mindset. — i almost did tonight, on the way home— looking at a photo of my husband and i- that victim mentality tried to convince me that he is miserable with me. — and it almost made me cry, and the image of his potential was showing in my mind, the version of him that i want him to be—- i was subjected to my own bullshit. — hence why I think there is a dark side to romance, it can bring great sadness for something that will always be imaginary, fabled, or unreachable. — shake that image out of my head, this is reality, this is the real him, unexpressive but so fucking expressive. — why won’t he let me save him? — maybe I already have and that’s why he is committed to me. — sometimes I think this version of man that I daydream plagues me into thinking I am a neglected woman— tell me this makes sense. — or am I compensating for the lack there of ——-????? fuck, i want to say i am lost but i cant, i wont put that into my body but i will inhale a cigarette, and eat sugar, fuck— see. — articulating too much at once my love. — so much to say, so much i do not understand, but like i said, if you want it to come, do not call it. ☎️—— maybe some would argue with spiritual propaganda that would be the opposite of manifestation, well no this is something different, this is letting what’s yours find you, you’re running away from it trying to find you and it will always be five steps behind, you will just miss each other— i don’t know how to explain this any other way, so i won’t.

still believe something about me is cathartic- still believe the man at the gym is completely fucking mad and I have to find a way to get rid of him, he’s a parasite sucking the teets of my divinity. i think i am going to take this moment of clarity to switch gyms, i have better shit to do. i want to commit to cleansing my brain and body and soul and stand face to face with myself. it is winter after all, what divine timing, a season of death, chill, stillness, and clarity. just as the snow lights up the darkness of night—- there is always something so beautiful about something so ugly, and as long as it has big enough eyes we will try to save it.

i know what i look like on the outside, —— i want to know what i look like on the inside— and i am finding out it’s a house, of mirrors.

-x

[ari-koro]

Do not read the hat fic. It actually sent me into hysteria before I hit the halfway mark

[notelcol]

Foreshadowing in the 100

I’m so sorry to anyone who reads this😬

I finally got to watch the last two seasons after them not being available in my country and after watching that I went back and watched season ones first episode again. I noticed some interesting foreshadowing that has led me to come to the unhinged conclusion that the writers knew where the show was going all along. I will explain below😵‍💫

So the first thing I saw as the episode started was Clarke’s drawing of a scorpion. Now stay with me on this one. In season 7 when Bellamy is on the mountain with Doucette, he eats a scorpion right before the scene where he prays and sees the shepherd. I personally believe that his vision was actually a scorpion venom induced hallucination, and the shepherd appearing was down to Bellamy only having a photo of the shepherd and his book to occupy his mind for months. Which brings me back to Clarke’s drawing in episode one. That scorpion foreshadows Bellamy’s death. (Making it a tiny bit more bearable more me.)

My next point is regarding Octavia’s line to Fin. “Rescue me next.” Yeesh. This just takes my mind straight to when he goes to rescue Clarke and massacres an innocent village.

This one’s a bit silly but Clarkes face when Octavia strips off was the shows way of hinting to us early about her being into girls. She flat out just stands there drooling for a second before going back to default Clarke mode.

The next two are both about Jasper….Monty says “note to self: next time save the girl.” While patting Jasper on the shoulder….Now I know the shoulder pat was a way of saying well done but I couldn’t help but think yikes, next time he does not save the girl…..

Then when Jasper is about to jump the rope Fin says. “I knew there was a badass in there somewhere…it’s okay to be afraid Jasper the trick is not fighting it.”

Then Jasper replies with “see you on the other side.” And yes I’m totally aware this is probably the100 trauma but that whole exchange just encapsulates what Jasper becomes. The see you on the other side cut deep.

Finally, we have the final line of the episode. “We’re not alone.” A classic line in media that usually references aliens. After watching the last two seasons, i cannot see this line as anything but foreshadowing for the discovery of aliens and eventual becoming of aliens.

The end conclusion of this messay is that I will forever remain delusional rather than admit the ending was bad. Despite the bullet holes on the Mount Weather sign showing that the writers weren’t fully committed to the ALIE setting off the bombs storyline meaning that they couldn’t have planned the whole story from the start, I will choose to ignore that.

Side note: I am very traumatised after finishing this show 💀 I should have stopped at season 5 like the streaming services wanted me to.

[borscht-and-beets]

My favorite activity is to spread anti wings of fire propaganda to my friends because I hate this shitty book series so much

[ahiruartist]

Inspired by the song DO NOT READ

By halfy draws (Man they are so awesome😍)

[voice-of-mischief]

You’re being unwrapped. The skin peels away. The meat inside slumps out. The lump of it floods red. The floor, ruined.

You are being released. Removed from your casing. The bones break. The eye sockets creak, then buckle, crunching. The shell is thick. It cracks. Red and pinkish gray stick to the halves, draw thin, then drop. You are exposed to the air. You cannot feel it. The brain has no nerve endings.

Fingers scrape the inside of your tomb. Reaching down, curling under. You are lifted out. The stem that connects you to the rest strains. It is cut. You are free. Free of the pulp that stuck to your hardened frame. Free from the confinement of the white cradle.

You feel nothing. At last, you are free.

[blue-flower-lady]

Fallen Angels

loosey based of hazbin hotel what do think?

[eunchancorner]

[velvetporcelain]

futile attempt

hello lover —- i have no place to be so here i am with you— the safety of your limitless love — tell me what you are thinking and i will chew it for days, weeks, months—- eternity— i will swallow your words with no shame. You are my heart but just a different shade of red— darker- like dried blood on the ground. I wanted to know if you were still alive and you said partially and i understood. burning in water and drowning in fire— you don’t want to be saved because you said it would kill your creativity— so you walk around half dead thinking thoughts that are full of fear and that makes you feel more alive than you thought. i know, it hurts but you don’t know how much you mean to me. — i think i am going crazy but then again I’m still human—- i know nothing makes sense but if it were easy we would all be the one percent— perceiving the world through intellectual intercourse is all we know for now and I don’t mind that. you fell off the end of the ocean and called Columbus a liar as you clawed your way back upward, but no one ever taught you how to swim and it really doesn’t matter when you are left in a pool of your own blood that big. i visit our grave everyday and thank it for the wisdom — sometimes with resentment and sometimes with grace- it depends on the day and what face i am wearing but that was your favorite part about me — my ability to see through the peep holes of your mind— attracted to the masochist pain because at least you’re able to finally feel something. — my hands hold a thousand memories because I don’t know how to let go, no matter how hard I try to imagine them as white doves they still keep coming back and swarming me like they know nothing else but my divine femininity— please don’t stop me from being able to breathe, we need each other more than anything and I would hope that you agree— but hope only brought me disappointment because if I said that i loved you— you would let go and leave.

-x

[pressedalliums]

strange things happen! for no reason!

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