#I WILL TRY HARDER

[sirfetchd]

i wish i interacted with people more >_< i feel like im always asking for attention and interaction without giving any in return. Guys is it morally evil to reblog an ask game without sending one first

[stariikis]

I dun know if you did this already. But imma spice it up.

7 moots you wanna get closer with + why? Annnnd What was Your first thought on their texts / blogs / asks wtv.

Feel free to do This if you want orrr if you dont

hiiiii sorry this is late i'm for real a pro at procrastination TT thanks for the ask bb I don't have 7 people tho haha

@ashtxrie - babes I really think you're the sweetest angel, my imposter syndrome slips away bit by bit every time u reblog my fics ! really hope we can talk more

@rikiws - I think you're so cool and so niki coded broo like lowkey our themes are matching too cos green :p

@sugariricookies - your user really suits you like you give off wony vibes SOO strongly, and you suit pink glitter and sparkles and confetti I think you are a cutie patootie

@suhiiiies-blog - why are we the same person in a diff body?? we need to talk more I think you are super cool and it made my day when you reached out to me via asksss

sorry guys just know that I would be ultimate besties with u guys (I love you all) if I didn't ghost ppl so much

[ian-the-existential-crisis]

I just realized it's been a month.

83 chapters in a month. It could have been more if I weren't so lazy, but still. I'm unfortunately not the machine I pretend to be.

And for those of you about to say that's not lazy. Let me show you February to March. The difference of a month is painfully obviously

[sunrisesunsetqueen]

Fictober Day 1: “It’s not too late, let’s go.”

Alright this is my first fic so be nice. I'm trying this out for Fictober but this part of a much longer fanfic centering around Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, my OC Willow Howard. This is a small piece in their timeline and it is before they "meet" Eddie. all of the other fics for this month will focus on different vignettes in the timeline of my larger story. (BTW Willow is plus sized and she is black. if you don't like it, don't read <3)

Word Count: 1752 TW: Insecurity, Menstruation, blood (only a little, nothing graphic), body dysmorphia

November 1985

She goes to lock the last door. Having pulled a double, Willow was exhausted from the stress of a release day at the comic book shop, and it didn't help that Max had called off again for the 3rd time this week. She was constantly concerned about her but at this moment, she didn’t care. Her feet and her back hurt from running around all day, standing up to check people out and to restock shelves that would quickly run out after she was done.

It also didn't help that she was on her period and the heaviest day of it as well. She felt every ache and cramp that her body had to offer her, so much so she thought she was going to cry when she got to take a five to go to the bathroom and replace her products. All she wanted was to go home, shower, and just lay still in bed. 

It was about 9 pm on a Saturday, which was usually the time that she would be over at Steve’s house, watching a movie with friends or just relaxing together, but because the shift went on longer than she wanted and her body felt like it was trying to kill itself from the inside, all before noon, she called him to cancel during her fifteen.

“But Will, you have to come, I haven't seen you all week” Steve whined. This was the longest time they had spent away from each other by themselves. Only stolen kisses before they would clock in and a few hugs during their breaks which were always around Robin or the kids or customers, never when they were alone. 

“I know, I know, but Stevie I'm so tired and my body is killing me, and I've had the worst cramps of my life today. I just can’t handle being around them right now. I promise I will make it up next week” It hurt Willow to even say no to spending time with Steve or the kids, but all she could do was maybe drive to her house, before she passed out on the front lawn, let alone be around the kids and put on a fake smile.

“I love you, I'll talk to you tomorrow, baby” She hung up the phone before he got a word in to protest. She didn’t want to be disrespectful, but she was exhausted then and now that she was leaving at the end of the night, she felt even worse. 

When she got to her house, she trudged through, dragging her body where it needed to go. When she got to the kitchen to grab a cup of lemonade, she saw a note on the refrigerator door that read:

“Willow,

We left to go visit Aunt Ivy in the city. She tripped and hurt her hip…again. Your dad and I will be back tomorrow afternoon. We left some money on the counter for food tonight.

Love you Honey,

Mommy”

She looked at the note her mother had left and huffed out. It's not that her parents leaving for the night was upsetting because she did want to be left alone, but it just felt like she had been abandoned by another person today, which she found annoying. Was it justified? Not really but with her emotions being out of whack due to her period, she took it as a small grievance she had.

She set the note down and walked off to the bathroom, completely forgetting the reason why she went into the kitchen in the first place and headed to the bathroom. When she turned on the lights to look in the mirror, she saw herself for the first time today since she clocked in. Her curly hair was in a mess in her scrunchie. Her eyeliner was much more smeared than it usually was and her face looked drained. It probably didn’t help that she barely had anything to eat or drink all day because she was running around catering to everyone else's needs. 

She touched her normally chubby, round rosy cheeks that now looked a little slimmer due to being dehydrated. She rubbed her eyes before trying to take the scrunchie out of her hair which took a lot more effort than it was worth. She started to tear up. The day had truly been draining and terrible. 

She went to the kitchen to grab a cup of water and chugged it because having a headache and then crying would only lead to a migraine and she couldn’t let her day end that bad. She walked back to the bathroom and began to slip her clothes off and turned on the water for the shower. When she gets down to her underwear, she notices that she has bleed through them. Her eyes started to well up, but she wiped them away. 

“It's okay, it's just underwear. I can clean them and wash or just throw them away, it's no big deal, it's no big deal” she tries to calm herself down. Once the water is warm enough she hops in the shower and cleans herself off of the sweat, grime, blood from today. The warm water feels nice on her skin, relaxing her muscles. She takes her time in the shower, wanting to savor the feel of the water, she sits on the floor of the shower.

She's probably in the shower for 45 minutes before it starts to get cold, the warm security water slowly turning to a chilling rain. She gets out of the shower and dries off and puts another pad on as she gets dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of Steve's shirts that she stole from his house. The soft cotton only has the slightest hint of his scent left, but the feeling of it makes her feel safe.

After she gets dressed, Willow looks into the mirror again but the full length one in her bedroom. She looks at her body, picking out pieces of herself that she hasn't been insecure about herself in a while. Looking at how bloated she looked, touching her cheeks again and seeing how drained she looked. Her hair was a mess, her small coily ringlets were wet and dangling in front of her face in a mess. She hasn't been able to take care of her hair at all in the last 3 days, nor has she felt like it. She puts it up in one of her scrunchies, deciding that it is a tomorrow problem.

She begins to cry, thinking insecure thoughts of how she's perceived, of what everyone must say about her all day; what they say about her when she’s with Steve. She touches her thighs and hips. Her arms and her stomach, they all felt like too much, too big for what she thought Steve deserved; what she thought he wanted. 

Insecure and anxious thoughts fill her head as tears start to stream down her face. She goes to lay on her bed, tired of picking herself apart to nothing when she hears the phone ring. She reaches for it and picks up the phone blindly. 

“Howard residence” she answered, not caring how she sounds.

“Will?” Steve’s voice is soft and sweet. He knows that something is up just by her attitude.

“Oh,” She wipes her tears even though she knows that Steve can’t see her. “Hi” she responds softly, she can’t help it, but she also doesn't want to concern Steve even though her attempts are failing.

“Baby, are you okay? You didn't call me when you got home. I was worried about you, plus you don’t sound okay. Honey, what's wrong?” Steve says with so much concern and care in his voice.

Willow can’t help but burst into tears when Steve asks 'what's wrong?’ The second that he asks her all the defenses she's had up all day come crashing down.

“I–I had a terrible day. I dropped 2 boxes of comics and they spilled everywhere. Max called off so I worked all day. I had to close. I'm on my period and everything hurts. My feet hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts, my uterus is trying to kill itself. I bleed through my panties and my body feels weird and I look dead and my parents left for the night. And I haven’t seen you in so long and I didn’t want to come over because I love the kids but they're so loud sometimes and I couldn’t handle that, but you were there and I wanted to spend time with you, but I was going to be late anyway an–and” Willow rambles as quickly as Robin does on a regular basis. Steve’s heart breaks for her. His poor girl had a terrible day and she's all alone with her thoughts. 

“Honey, would you like me to come over?” Steve says calmly

“What about the kids? Are they still over there? You're still hosting, I don’t want to bother you”

“You’re never ever bothering me. And I don’t care about the kids, I care about you. They can go over the Wheeler's for the rest of the night. Nancy and Robin can babysit them.”

“Okay…only if you want”

“I would want nothing more. I've missed you so much this week”

Willow blushes. She knows that Steve loves her and cares about her, but something about her saying he would want nothing more than to see her after she sat and picked herself apart thinking about how Steve views her even though none of it was true, makes her feel warm inside.

“Will, have you eaten, yet?”

“No…”

“When did you last eat?”

“One…” She whispers on the phone

“Willow!!” Slightly upset that she hasn't taken care of herself but knowing that she was probably too busy to do it.

“I'm sorry, time got away from me!” 

“Well how about this? I can come and pick you up and then we can grab a pizza and some ice cream…and I can bring you back here so you can sleep in my bed with me and I can cuddle you all night until you feel better. How does that sound?” 

“Are you sure it's not too late?”

“I promise It's not too late, let's go, I'll come and pick you up at 10.”

Willow smiles ear to ear. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. I love you, Steve Harrington”

“I love you too Willow”

[separatist-apologist]

How do you determine what asks to answer? Not including rude ones or ones you’ll delete of course . Could you detail what asks you don’t answer/what you don’t want people to ask you about?

I don't have a system. It just depends on how I feel, I guess? Of course I generally don't answer things that are rude unless I can think of one snappy response. If I catch myself typing paragraphs I'll delete unless I think it needs to be said.

I also usually ignore requests to update or asking me to write more chapters to oneshots. Anything that is personal and sometimes a lot of overtly sexual asks will get ignored too.

And then it's just chance, I guess? It's not anyone doing anything wrong so don't feel like you stepped on my toes. Some days I'm just fatigued and I don't feel like talking and I'm grateful for what I'm sent but I just have nothing I feel like I can say, and other days we're doing asks all day long. I'm trying to find a polite balance between not flooding people's dash, too.

And also, I REALLY like keeping your positive words for me all to myself. Maybe that's like, self absorbed? But especially this week and last where I've been burning myself to embers at work, I sometimes scroll through and I'm don't feel like I'm a failure everywhere. Not that I feel like I'm a failure at work but I feel so much pressure right now I'm like one of those little toys in the squisher thing, you know?

[skullchicken]

If you have achieved something, please remember to observe a mandatory period of basking in the warm glow of your achievement like a lizard on a stone, lest you teach your brain that effort is futile, actually, because it didn't get to enjoy its happy chemicals, so, naturally, nothing good ever comes of trying. (And no, avoiding punishment is not a reward!)

I recommend, like, 5% of basking time in relation to whatever time you invested into achieving the thing minimum. And if you can't make your own bask, friend-brought is fine (= tell your friends!).

[sparkleofstardust]

in light of the recent news that Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi has been found dead after a helicopter crash you might be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why are so many people celebrating his death??' and i'm here to answer that!

to fully understand what's going on we need to look into Iran's history: when the Iranian revolution in 1979 happened the authoritarian king who was ruling at that time was overthrown, but the ensuing power vacuum lead to the islamic regime seizing power and establishing Iran as an islamic republic

the following years were incredibly cruel to the Iranian people; thousands of people (especially minorities) have been protesting against the strict islamic regime leading to many being jailed, tortured and executed.

and this is where Raisi played a big part: in 1988 he was part of a committee that ordered the execution of thousands of political prisoners who were protesting the islamic regime, earning himself the title of "the butcher of tehran"

do not be fooled by what the state media wants you to believe, the Iranian people are celebrating his death. he was a cruel mass murderer who has destroyed the lives of thousands of people, his death should be used as a time to mourn for all the suffering he has caused, and bring new attention to the political prisoners still being held in Iranian prisions today

because sadly the fight is far from over. many of you have probably heard of the murder of Mahsa Jina Amini back in 2022, causing a new wave of nationwide protests and establishing the "woman, life, freedom" movement. the regime has gotten increasingly cruel in their treatment of the Iranian people, especially women, but the people of Iran are not deterred and keep fighting for a free Iran.

if you want to know how you can help, please keep talking about us. the one thing the regime hates is international attention, and in the past it has been proven that international pressure has stopped the regime from executing various political prisoners. people like Toomaj Salehi are under imminent threat of execution and spreading their names could save their lives. so whether you share social media posts or talk to your family and friends about what is happening in Iran, anything helps 🙏🏼

jin, jiyan, azadi ✌🏼

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

I’m cooking rn

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF game Vanessa is doing her best to play nice,,

[xpupslxtx]

a moment of appreciation for when they’re so hard their t dick starts twitching

[spyroid101]

One thing in the Ruin DLC that I don’t see a lot of other people talking about, that hit allll my creepy buttons, is the fact that every once in awhile, the objective tool tip text on the pause menu will, um, stop being a regular UI tool tip that explains what you’re suppose to be doing, and... get very chatty-

Also leads to THIS, not so much creepy, but interesting little thinker tidbit:

Whoever Cassie’s dad is, he seems to be important enough that Cassie got to demo attractions that weren’t finished and released to the public... Or our girl’s got some false memories going on.

[ionomycin]

Swim free

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[araneapeixes]

playing around in krita teeheehee