#DONT STEP ON THE GLASS DONT STEP ON THE GLASS
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geneviveleocardius · 19 hours ago
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I dont know if you have any rules for requesting but if you do and this goes against any im sorry in advance 😞 but can you please make a Simon X fem reader based on the song “House of Cards” by BTS? That song is taking over my life
Thank you in advance đŸ«¶
i’ve never listened to BTS before, but i tried my best
the world seemed to tilt as you leaned against the doorway, watching simon through the veil of low light and cigarette smoke. his mask was off, a rare sight. his sharp features were set in a storm of emotion, and the way his hand clutched the whiskey glass felt like he was holding onto it just to keep from falling apart.
“you’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough, not bothering to turn around.
“i could say the same about you,” you murmured, stepping into the room, the worn wood creaking beneath your feet.
his lips twisted, something between a smirk and a grimace. “shouldn’t be, should we? you and me, it’s all built on sand.”
you paused, your arms crossed loosely over your chest. you hated when he got like this—tired and distant, as though the weight of the world had crushed the part of him that still believed in anything good.
“simon,” you started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head, the ice in his glass clinking against the crystal.
“we’re fooling ourselves, love,” he said, his accent heavier when he was like this. “this? us? it’s all a bloody house of cards. one wrong move, and it all comes crashing down.”
you hated how he could voice your fears so easily, how he could strip away the fragile hope you clung to when you were with him. but more than that, you hated how you couldn’t deny it.
“then let it crash,” you said quietly, stepping closer. “i don’t care. if it falls apart, at least we had it.”
his eyes snapped up to meet yours, and for a moment, the air between you was electric. his hand stilled on the glass, the whiskey forgotten.
“you say that now,” he said, softer this time. “but when it does, you’ll hate me for it.”
“i could never hate you,” you whispered, reaching for him. your fingers brushed against his, and he flinched, as if your touch burned him. but he didn’t pull away.
“you’re mad,” he said, a trace of something like affection in his voice. “you know that?”
“takes one to know one,” you shot back, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips.
he exhaled a breath he seemed to have been holding forever, and when he finally let your hand slip into his, it felt like the world had righted itself, if only for a moment.
“if it all comes down,” he said, voice so quiet it was almost a sigh, “promise me you won’t regret it.”
“i won’t,” you said, and you meant it. even if the house of cards crumbled beneath you, even if everything broke, you’d never regret him.
and in that moment, as he pulled you closer and let his forehead rest against yours, it didn’t matter if the walls were made of sand or stone. all that mattered was that, for now, they were still standing.
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continuousmeowing · 1 month ago
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wait
.its december first
..you know what that means
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youtube
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sibmakesart · 10 months ago
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luckily there was a half bottle of cooking wine left in the fridge
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oiblackestsheep · 1 month ago
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pro tip to all the INTPs out there that are sick of the nerd stereotype:
get a leather jacket
you will instantly look 1000.5% cooler, you will be indistingushable from the xSTPs, the ENTPs will no longer fuck with you after being intimidated by your absolute gigachad energy
STOP being sick of the stereotypes and START being sick as hell
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faaun · 9 months ago
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procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally
#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months#to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them#in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago.#(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought#i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are#and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it#its worth missing i think#i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over#(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year)#(hed come across the bridge on a lake)#we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared.#it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think#i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much.#and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat#they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand#how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much#i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around#something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode#arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully#last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing#and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets#and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably#have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused#blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like#i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much#my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to#music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads#i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says#what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine.#she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.
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yippie-madness · 17 days ago
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cant kill myself because someone needs to tell people that the shblr tags are not for kink and a lot of the people that use them are minors and someone needs to correct all the really awful first aid advice
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baconcolacan · 1 year ago
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Sometimes I think about how Tord uses anime as escapism to an unhealthy degree, just so he doesn’t feel paralyzed by the unrelenting terror of his own thoughts.
It probably got him into a lot of scuffles with the gang, with Tom most of all, cause Tom can relate to some of what he feels, but instead of hurting others (like Tord does, probably in his younger years, he cuts that shit out as he gets older) he often only hurts himself, and Tord lashing out at Edd and Matt angers him to no end.
Though, after the fight, they probably just sit together, silent, maybe talk a little.
“
you were shitty
”
“Yeah. What else is new about me..”
“Do you think you’re shitty?”
“What else am I?”
“Well you were. Are you sorry at least?”
“Dunno. Yes. I don’t know
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“Hah
you’re an asshole
”
“

”
“
.I’m sorry
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“Sorry doesn’t do shit, Tord. Be better.”
“
.Will you?”
“What.”
“If I’ll be better
will you try too?”
“
.Dunno. Yes. Maybe.”
“
thats funny.”
“I guess..”
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pup-pee · 6 months ago
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hi small vent
but like i went 2 get soda bc sugar & i just step on glass??
theres just glass on the floor no1 told me about
i didnt step 2 deep so im FINE BHT JUST
i was complaining how “not asking 4 help will make us end up walking on the broken glass u leave bhind” earlier & it came true i dont get this
also theres more blood but its on concrete so its fine but like cmon
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oatmealcrisp-freak · 13 days ago
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im positive ive yet to take my meds today. cus what would i have taken them with. but in the case that i have, i guess i'll find out what a double dose of my adhd meds feels like ouo
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brainrot-stitch · 6 months ago
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Guys would u still love me if my dandys world oc was a main character......
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assassinated-sunrise · 4 months ago
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Please enjoy a true story from about 30 minutes ago
Me: "Hey Google, if you accidentally leave glass in a wound and it heals over with the glass inside, can your body just like, idk break it down? I don't want to do DIY surgery at home and im too broke for doctors"
Google: ayo wtf?? Helpline! Helpline! Helpline! Infections! Youre dying! Cancer somehow!
Me: *sighs*
Me: *grabs pocket knife and tweezers* "thanks google"
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jonny-b-meowborn · 9 months ago
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I go to this support group thingy every tuesday, I love it, the therapist there and most of the people are super sweet, but last week I had. idk. and unpleasant one, I guess. I brought up my concerns about my skin picking disorder, and while I'm not diagnosed with anything I used the word dermatillomania, because I just know the name for that disorder and I'm pretty sure that's it. and the therapist mostly just dismissed it saying that everyone sometimes feels anxious and picks their skin or nails about it. I tried explaining that it's not just that, it happens all the time and on multiple occasions I gave myself an infection from picking skin, but her main giveaway was that I need to think about what makes me stressed and try to do something about it. and then she kinda went on this small, mostly lighthearted rant about youth these days self diagnosing with everything because they hear it on tik tok or whatever. and idk, the therapist is a genuinely lovely lady, so that was weird to hear her be so dismissive about this. I definitely am going to bring my skin picking with my psychologist or psychiatrist if I don't forget tho. it's getting real bad recently and I think I need some professional help with it lmao
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chilope · 7 months ago
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losing my mind about bisa butler again now. i want to take a fucking. art history class about just her. like how you can take classes on van gogh and monet and shit. i hope she writes a book someday.
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nicollekidman · 2 years ago
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for all the complaints i’ve seen from book fans that daisy isn’t “doing enough drugs” or that billy’s addiction/rehab happened too fast.... i personally think that portion is being done so well. we’ve never ever seen daisy sober, she’s functional and lowkey about it because it’s as much a part of her Normal Routine as breathing... and this moment..... billy basically asking her to tempt him and testing them both, this leading to their most intimate and truthful moments outside of songwriting before he changes his mind and runs away and leaves her to deal with the fallout.... like tbh i know where this is headed and i think moments like this do SO much to establish the hold the drugs have over both of them without being childishly preachy about it 
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comput3rage · 1 year ago
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Anybody else feel like every movie and tv show that's come out for the past like 2 years has felt kind of unfinished
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naviax · 10 months ago
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I have a love-hate relationship with my glasses. They are enchance my sight greatly and i love them for it but the frames are clear and so much harder to find when they fall off or i misplace them.
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