#I used to overshare so much
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having tags you used to use for specific posts is honestly so weird to experience bc I do not want to see what the fuck teen me had to say about anything. anything I've said before 2022 does not exist, it's not canon, it never happened.
#never going into my archive again#that was a scarring experience#I used to overshare so much#so many thoughts that should have stayed in my brain#it's just me learning social media etiquette for like 4 years until I fully switched to twitter in 2020 and morphed into me today#it's so embarrassing and cringe but I'm kinda glad it still exists bc it was a genuine expression of emotion from a broken child#and maybe someday I'll look back on it with longing rather than cringing#anyway I have clinical brain rot now and I'm more articulate and understanding of what to say so truly ignore all my posts pre-2022#I only mostly still stand by my media criticism from back then bc I was still learning to balance subjectivity and objectivity#and it was a lot to experience in a very short period of time but it's kinda crazy how far I've come since 2017#so much growth#16 year old me would be proud and happy#I'm not particularly happy but I'm much more happier than back then#much less depressed and suicidal too#crazy how much good moving away from your insane family does to your mental health#anyway enough oversharing in the tags y'all get the point
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AâAventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz likeâ The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?
Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution
#Okay to put it into better words:#Veritas having once being a prince wanted to give everyone the prosperity of knowledge and became a civil god in the pursuit of it.#Sadly this backfires in people using that knowledge for their own greed and creating civil wars within it as well as unleashing far more#Destruction upon the land. And the other gods didn't help Veritas in stopping that bc see that's what happens when people overshare info!!#So the aftermath is just pure chaos plus banishment from being a civil god and thrown as this god of war and plague.#800 years passes and he is seen to just still be doing the same things but I a simple term. Teaching people to read and count.#Often times taking up mission and doing research on new pathogens to help cure the sick that can't afford and somehow during a reading#Lecture he gets ascended back to godhood and everyone is like ??? And even he is like ???#Well he doesn't care much about it and just continues to do what he's always done. Except that once in a while he has to take a detour#Mission to deal with ghosts and other malignant spirits. And upon one of those recurrences he finds himself aquaintanced with#The infamous Ghost King Aventurine. Who is mostly feared in heaven due to having beaten the strongest and wisest at their own games. Even#When the odds where fully against him.#As for Aventurine.#His life was harsh but as the prince had given a lot to the people#Not just education but also free them of diseases and sickness. One of which had struck his sister. He liked the prince and wanted to#Follow in giving and protecting the prosperity of the former kingdom. But the good things did not last and his family was struck in between#The many wars that took place. No matter how much refuge Kakavasha and his sister sought no place was ever#Safe enough for them.#He watched the entire world go up in flames yet somehow he could hate the prince-god for it. But rather the people who had started to#Create weapons in his name. The rest of his years he spent it as a warrior slave and then when death reached him he couldn't even go to#The afterlife since he still held so much vigor and wanted revenge to all the people who had turned his land into ashes and his family#Into bones. That is why he became a mourning ghost.#(I didn't want the kakavasha story to be so centered on ratio like it is in tgcf. Because I think it will be fun for the two of them to#Not recognize each other at first after 800 years and then when they do. Rather when aven does he's full on: oh shit it's the cute princeâ#As for who was the cause of the upheaval in the kingdom and the maker of the weapons. Idk I was debating there being more than just one#Antagonist to have pulled their strings in verita's kingdom as well as be the reason Aven's sister died. So he's more revenge seeking for t#And the genius society as civil gods just spoke to me it for so perfectly. Ling wen as Ruan mei? Yeah exactly.#ratiorine#Aventio#Dr ratio
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The Syd Poll
the topic of this poll is one that is frequently avoided in the pink floyd fandom, but inevitably one we all consider â our individual views on what we think caused syd's psychological struggles (and by extension, led to his departure from the band). I think that â at least in this neighborhood of tumblr â this is a conversation we are capable of having in a way that is civil, nuanced, and at least minimally disrespectful to syd.
So, to help facilitate this, here are some ground rules:
let's all assume we have a mutual understanding of the complexities of this. syd could never actually be reduced down to a poll, and all of our viewpoints are limited in various ways
the poll options just serve as just a conversation starter, and responses are not necessarily a statement of absolute beliefs
feel free to discuss as much or as little of your own perspective as you feel comfortable sharing.
in the case that debates break out, please try to assume good intent â and also demonstrate it (unless, for instance, someone is being blatantly insulting beyond a misunderstanding that needs correcting)
please do NOT vote if you are not actually a pink floyd fan with at least basic knowledge about what we're talking about here.
The options I've included below are not meant to be exhaustive, they are simply the "theories" that I have seen most commonly circulated. I have also decided not to include combinations. I'm fairly sure we'd all agree multiple factors were involved. Rather than make the poll too complicated, I ask you to instead select the one that you think is the "most" important to your viewpoint, and clarify further in your tags/comments as you wish.
so. here we go.
READ BEFORE VOTING ^^^^
(note of correction: "late-onset schizophrenia" should just be "schizophrenia". the typical timeline for onset of symptoms is late adolescence/early adulthood, so syd would've been well within that period at the time)
#pink floyd#syd barrett#//#I will sacrifice myself and go first with way too much detail. hopefully it will help other people feel more comfortable talking#I chose consensual use of psychedelics. mainly bc I am fairly certain that he suffered from severe hppd#it stands for 'hallucinogen persisting perception disorder' âspeaking crudely its 'did too much acid and got stuck like that'#I do NOT expect this kind of oversharing from anyone else but the reason I think that is because -I- definitely have that#its comparatively mild but I notice a lot of the same kind of impacts.#I'm more prone to dissociation and overstimulation. it takes more mental energy to communicate. my perception plays a bit fast and loose.#(again. it's not -that- bad. and NO pity for me this was a completely predictable outcome that I DO think is a little funny) but digressing#I can clearly see how if those symptoms were significantly escalated it would be just like what was described by ppl who knew syd#I think its very unkind to refer to him as a âdrug casualtyâ#but I'm fairly confident anyone who's done acid would say by about hour 8 of the trip âokay. yah. too much of this could do that to someone#in other words âalthough I'm pretty sure syd was also neurodivergentâ I do think its at least possible that the lsd couldve been enough#I'm happy to talk more about any of this in asks/dms if anyone wants. genuinely very cool with discussing it#but anyway. that's my take â obviously based entirely on anecdotal evidence tho so take that with as many grains of salt as you wish
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It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry
( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)
(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)
#I just realized I can call him dad easier than my real dad and now I understand why am I so damn attached to him#I always knew he was a parental figure for me#but now I connected the dots#How when u have an absent dad and a d34d mom a guy shows up in ur life#that tells u life advice that both of ur parents failed to do so#and makes u feel safe the first time in ur life#ofc ud become attached#i know for sure its unhealthy how much i love and miss him#he occupies most of my thoughts honestly#But how could i not cling to him so much when he was the only one who gave me hope in life#i try to keep going and even tho he is not here i keep telling myself whatever he taught me. i keep reminding myself he wants us to live an#bloom and be free#and that's what ill try to do#but you know somedays i wish i could just disappear and be wrapped in eternal happiness#its so fucking hard to pull yourself out of the slump man im so fucking tired im so so tired#somedays i wish id have the courage to off myself but i know that deep down i want to live and ive always wanted to live but i have no idea#how to live. i feel like i finally found a purpose and someone i love. but at the same time im always doubting myself and im scared of losi#g this little hope again and i know i should cherish and use it instead but each day i have this anxiety because rn i have nothing else if#lose this i seriously will lose everything atp. but ill still try bc rn its this or death so i should try im just damn tired yes anyways#sorry for being depressing some days just dont work out but thats okay#yes at the same time i want to get out of my head and try to find some friends but i cant deny that im highkey fucked up and i just cant le#go of my past and i still feel like that helpless unloved kid and idk how to form relationships this way. i dont trust myself at all so idk#how to trust others. and i feel like in order to find ppl that would love me i have to overshare abt my whole lifestory bc it still dictate#my life heavily. and since i met this band its better cuz im learning to deal w it and i want to heal from everything but yes at the same t#me who would wqnt to be friends w. someone that has like a year of life experience and 18 years of depression lol#so yes its complicated. bc i have friends but im like the funny friend. the one that is as shallow as puddle and has no problems but honest#y im genuinely sufferint qnd have been sufferinz all my life so i want to come out of my funny friend role. but that wojld mean i have to t#ll the shit i went through to all my friends but tbh it would be so random so ye. i do have a plan though. how it could work. But yes im ti#ed have been tired for 7 years now. But this time around i hope i can successfully get out of this torture cycle lol.#ok sorry this is what happens after puberty guys i could beva research case for a damn mental institute atp xdd
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#not to be a broken lil man on main#but I was on the phone with my dad for 30 minutes just now (that's a lot for a phone call with him) and like.... damn. yeah. i do have one#parent who's not horrible huh#we talked a lot about my plans for the future...... which I only now told him bcs scary and bcs........ I never ever during my 25 years of#being alive got the impression from my parents that something like this would be an acceptable career choice or something they'd support#and I mean. my [redacted] of a mother is the best example for how. not alright it is with her that I'm doing something that's not very...#traditional for this family#but anyways. my dad was absolutely fucking lovely#to the point that I get getting teary eyed and felt my throat closing up cause. huh. i guess in his own way he does love me and believe in#he asked me to send him a link or a pdf of my first conference report because he wants to keep it somewhere đđđđđđ#I'm....... ouch. ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch#you know the ghosting I am really good at with tumblr chats (sorry guys. ilu. I just suck at communication)???? i'm also extremely good at#that with whatsapp chats and just. not calling my irl loved ones#so idk. hearing him say he understands and just wanted to make sure I wasn't upset with him and like. wanted to know if I was doing okay.#damn. okay. damn#idk#this was such a good talk and he was so suppertive and non-judgemental and I actually told him about my birthday and how my mother's call#upset me and he was like. yeah. same. and like... he's basically gone no contact with her as well as it turns out#idk. I really should give him more credit and like... I feel like there's so much shifting and change and development happening while I'm n#not there and sometimes it's hard to remember that he actually /could/ understand some things. just cause I've always been so used to not#sharing anything about myself because it wasn't safe when I was younger and... idk........ lots of emotions going on rn#so glad we talked though. so glad#simon.out.#if you read all this.... idk man.... sorry for oversharing but thanks for caring ig <3
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Gentleman
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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader
Supernatural (2005), s03e02 âbloodlustâ
Word count:Â 4.6K
Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate. Â
Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.
Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.
Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx
To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasnât just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Deanâs ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as heâd died, the blood spraying over Deanâs face⊠yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations werenât really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasnât something you felt like laughing about over drinks.Â
You could see Samâs leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasnât new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. âI donât know whatâs up with you,â heâd say. âI just gotta thank God I donât develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.âÂ
Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly.Â
âWhatâs up with you two?â Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer.Â
You shrugged. Sam shrugged.Â
Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. âI swear,â he said, âthey read each others' minds. Heâs grumpy, sheâs grumpy. Sheâs happy, heâs happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, heâd be limping.âÂ
Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. âThat so?âÂ
âDean, come off it,â you sighed.Â
He shook his head, smiling. âLighten up, both of you.âÂ
You opened your mouth to say something about how you didnât think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Samâs chair cut you off.Â
âIâm not gonna bring you guys down,â he said. âIâm just gonna go back to the motel.âÂ
âYeah,â you agreed as he glanced at you, âIâm a bit tired.âÂ
Dean frowned. âYou sure?âÂ
You nodded, standing.Â
âOk,â he shrugged. âSeeya.âÂ
âSeeya,â you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. âYou want this?âÂ
âYouâre not taking it?âÂ
You shook your head. âNot in a beer sort of mood.âÂ
He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. âSure.âÂ
âThanks, Gordon.â You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didnât need to be rude.Â
He inclined his head back to you. âMy pleasure.âÂ
Samâs hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table.Â
âSammy!â Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. âRemind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?âÂ
Sam caught them with ease, Gordonâs enquiry of âsomething I said?â chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said. Â
âJesus,â you grumbled, shivering in the cold air.Â
Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didnât exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and âgentlemanâ was pretty high on the list by you reckoning.Â
âI donât know about all of this,â he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. âSomethingâsâŠâÂ
âOff, yeah.â You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest.Â
âI canât quiteââ The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didnât finish the sentence anyway. It didnât matter.
âI know, itâs a brain itch.âÂ
Sam sighed, shaking his head. âTell me about it. Seatbelt,â he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn youâd have been dead years ago if you hadnât had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadnât had much success.Â
You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you werenât sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it.Â
âIâm gonna call Ellen,â Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. âMaybe she knows him.âÂ
You nodded. âMhm, good idea.âÂ
You were still humming â the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought â as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Samâs jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen.Â
You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day.Â
âBut I thought you said he was a good hunter,â he was frowning.Â
You thought you heard her say âHannibal Lecterâ, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not.Â
Samâs back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadnât been easy. You hadnât known John Winchester well, but the time youâd spent with him had been⊠Well, it hadnât been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldnât imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.
Thereâd been one moment, just a few days ago, when youâd thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and youâd reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. Youâd laughed at it â he looked ridiculous. When youâd glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching.Â
âAlright?â youâd asked, and heâd nodded.
Youâd frowned. âWant me to drive for a bit?â
This time, a head shake.
He wasnât alright, you could see that clear as day. âSam, pull over,â you said softly.
Heâd swung the car off the road so abruptly youâd jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.
Youâd reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. âCome on,â youâd said, âout.âÂ
Heâd leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past.Â
âInteresting grass?â youâd asked, bumping your shoulder against his.Â
He hadnât smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. Youâd consider that a win.Â
âSeriously,â youâd prodded. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âI donâtâŠâ Heâd trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. âI canâtâŠâÂ
Youâd frowned as heâd shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. Youâd told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole âIâm here no matter whatâ speech a thousand times, but now you didnât really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset.Â
Samâs voice was choked when he finally spoke. âI canât lose you.âÂ
Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there.Â
âIâm not going anywhere,â you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.
âHow can youâ?âÂ
You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. âIâm not going anywhere,â you repeated. âNowhere you canât follow.âÂ
Heâd just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromatâs detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Samâs shirt.Â
âIâve got your back,â you whispered. âYou know that, right?â
âI know,â he murmured into your hair, âIâve got yours, too.âÂ
âGood.â Youâd pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed.Â
Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your âromantic momentsâ for when you werenât supposed to be driving. Youâd grumbled that he was just jealous, which heâd vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as youâd waited for Sam to get back with lunch, heâd put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side.Â
âIâm glad heâs got you,â heâd said. âReal glad.âÂ
âYouâve got me too,â youâd smiled. âAlways.âÂ
Heâd just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before heâd cleared his throat and stepped back. âThanks,â heâd muttered. ââppreciate it.â Â
Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Samâs back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it.Â
He cleared his throat.Â
You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away.Â
âOk, yeah,â Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear.Â
âMhm, we will.â His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot youâd found, the one you knew drove him insane.Â
âYep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.â A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin.Â
âOk. Bye.âÂ
You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat.Â
âKissing you,â you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, âtouching you,â as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple.Â
âMm, do I get to kiss you too?âÂ
You smiled. âIf you ask nicely, yeah.âÂ
âPlease?âÂ
âHm?â
He sighed. â(Y/N), come on.âÂ
âNope,â you laughed softly. âAsk nicely.âÂ
You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again.Â
âPretty please,â he murmured.Â
You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased.Â
âGo ahead,â you replied.Â
Before you could even draw another breath heâd turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him.Â
He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you.Â
âI love this on you,â he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders.Â
You smiled. âYou want me to take it off?âÂ
âAnd this.â He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards.Â
âAlright,â you laughed, batting his hands away. âPatience is a virtue.âÂ
âWhoever said that clearly never met you.âÂ
You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.
He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no.Â
âUh-uh,â you said, pushing him gently off you.Â
âWhat do youâ? Oh.âÂ
You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, youâd had practice. âCan I?â
âYes,â he nodded quickly. âGod, yes.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. âWell you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?âÂ
âSorry,â he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.
âAnd those.â You pointed at his underwear.Â
âYes, your highness.âÂ
âDamn right,â you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last nightâs motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the nightâs earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.
His voice was breathy when he asked, âYou gonna keep teasing me forever?âÂ
âMaybe.â You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself.Â
âIs that whatâs got you smiling like that?âÂ
You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully.Â
âNo,â you said slowly. âIâm thinking about how your cockâs gonna feel in my mouth. How youâre gonna say my name when Iâve got you so deep down my throat Iâm almost gagging. I bet you wonât be able to keep your hands off me, Iâll make you feel so good.âÂ
Samâs mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
He swallowed. âI think Iâm not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think youâre right.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âOk then.â You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head.Â
âFuck,â he hissed. âPlease, (Y/N).âÂ
âYou want me to suck it?âÂ
âYes. Please.âÂ
You shrugged. âSince you asked so nicely.â You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldnât fit. Samâs thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually.Â
Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. Youâd wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure.Â
âOh my God,â he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on.Â
You moaned, the vibrations jolting Samâs hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.Â
â(Y/N),â he panted. âShit, (Y/N).âÂ
âHm?â You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound youâd thought only existed in pornos â before you met him, that was â as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it.Â
âYou look so hot like that,â he whispered. âHowâre you so fucking hot?âÂ
You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation youâd had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that âthere are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.â Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it.Â
âIâm gonna cum,â Sam was panting, â(Y/N) oh my God Iâm gonna cum.âÂ
His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you.Â
Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldnât get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did.Â
He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry.Â
âYou ok?â you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadnât really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished youâd made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath.Â
âOk?â he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. âIâm more than ok.âÂ
You smiled back, licking your lips. âGood.âÂ
âCome up here,â he said, patting his leg. âAnd take off your pants.âÂ
âMagic word?â
âPlease.â Then, on second thoughts, âpretty please.âÂ
You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin.Â
âOff,â you said against his lips, plucking at the garment.Â
âOff,â he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear.Â
Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing.Â
âI love this,â he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. âHey,â he said after a moment, frowning.Â
You frowned too. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. âWhatâs this?âÂ
You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasnât all that visible, but of course Sam would find it.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âItâs a hickey. From you. From last time.âÂ
His face cleared. âShit, didnât realise itâd last that long. Sorry.âÂ
âDonât be,â you smiled. âMakes me think of you whenever I see it.âÂ
âMaybe I should give you more, then.âÂ
Your grin widened. âPlease.â
âMm?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âPretty please.âÂ
âOk.â He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum.Â
âNo more low cut tops, I guess,â you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another.Â
âShame,â he murmured into your skin, âI love those low cut tops.âÂ
âYeah, I know.âÂ
âIâd be insane not to.âÂ
You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh.Â
âRelax,â he said.Â
âIâm relaxed, Iâm so relaxed.âÂ
âYour heartbeat says youâre lying.âÂ
âThatâs for you,â you told him, meeting his eyes. âThatâs what you do to me.âÂ
âAnd this?â His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were.Â
âYeah,â you gasped, âall for you.âÂ
He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis.Â
âPlease,â you moaned. âSam, please.âÂ
âPlease what?âÂ
âTouch me. Please,â you added as an afterthought.Â
âNice manners,â he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit.Â
You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts.Â
âYou take such good care of me,â he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. âYou always take such good care of me.â
âCause I love you,â you whispered.Â
âMhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âOf course.âÂ
âGood.â
You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. Youâd be a mess in no time, and you both knew it.Â
âFuck, Sam,â you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling.Â
âHm?â His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh.Â
âFuck me?â you half asked, half offered.Â
He grunted softly at your words, nodding. âGot a condom?âÂ
âMhm, yeah, sure. One sec.â You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. Heâd gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole âDean could get back any minute so letâs just be as fast as we canâ element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You werenât complaining.Â
âReady?â he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre.Â
He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit.Â
âFuck,â you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet.Â
âAlright?â he asked, and you nodded.Â
âMove,â you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. Youâd do anything to make it disappear forever.Â
âYou feel so good,â he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done. Â
âYou feel good,â you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you werenât the one doing all the work.Â
âTouch yourself,â he encouraged you, âI want you to cum while Iâm fucking you.âÂ
âShit, ok,â you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasnât just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.
Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You werenât going to last long, and judging by Samâs shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he.Â
â(Y/N), fuck,â he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing.Â
âIâm gonna cum,â you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, moreâ âHoly fuck, Iâm gonnaââ You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax.Â
He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning.Â
He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving.Â
You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. âYou good?â you murmured, cupping his cheek gently.Â
He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead.Â
âHow about you?â he asked.Â
âIâm great.â Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. âYouâre so beautiful,â you whispered.Â
âLook at you,â he answered. âYouâre so beautiful.â Â
You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. âI really do love you,â you said as you pulled away. âSo much.âÂ
He smiled. âI know, I love you too. More than anything.âÂ
You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. Youâd both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasnât with you, it was best to check it.Â
Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see.Â
The text, from Dean, was two sentences. âBack in 1/2 hour. Get decent.âÂ
âScrew you, Dean.âÂ
Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. âI guess weâve got half an hour.âÂ
âIâm taking a shower then,â you said. âI saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.âÂ
âIâll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?âÂ
âDeal.â You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, âgentlemanâ was definitely high up on that list.Â
#supernatural#spn#sam winchester#dean winchester#sam x reader#smut#female reader#fluff#angst with fluff#second person narration#that means âyouâ pronouns n stuff#use of yn#hurt/comfort#oversharing in the tags#once more i have to talk about how much i just love him#i want him so bad#i need to like pat his head or something#give him a hug#maybe a little kiss#maybe lots of little kisses#got me giggling and shit#twirling my hair and everything#the things he could do to me#the things i would do to him#oh god your honour i am in love#it hasnt been this bad since my 2018 loki obsession#which coincidentally got me into fanfiction i the first place#but we don't need to talk about that#reader insert#fanfiction
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I don't know why... but from the things that they have been posting since the beginning of the year, I feel that they are becoming softer and more open about showing their relationship. The phude, the shoe pics, the hair video, and even Phil's "dinner together" album with Dan's lingerie pic. They feel so domestic yet intimate. I wonder what makes them change their mind. Is it because they decided to show us the Phouse at some point this year, and it's inevitable to somewhat expose their relationship?
All I want to say is nothing happened this year is on my bingo card, and I am loving every bit of it:)
"expose their relationship" as if there's anything left to expose :)
i think it has a lot to do with a couple of things:
- Dan going on tour and seeing how gay and accepting of him being gay we are irl (ii all over again but older and gayer);
- dnp deciding to revive dnp brand at some point. and it all started after Dan came back from Australia/NZ (say thank you to Katie @cardsagainstdnp for pointing that shift out). why the decision was made? who knows. again, the tour played a huge role in their future plans imo.
- yes, a possible forever home tour. but i think it's just a continuation of them being more open and stop lying (partially, because it doesn't work 100% anyway. partially, because they are probably so proud of what they've done design-wise, they just wanna brag about it).
- their audience grew up and stopped being problematically annoying. no matter what they do, it doesn't create a mayhem anymore. we do discuss exciting things and news but within a day or two we calm down. and we stopped bothering them directly with stupid assumptions and questions? dnp don't make headlines, and if they accidentally do it's not because of us, and we actually don't like when some magazines make weird-ass articles about them. we are on dnp's side, gay or not, if you know what i mean. and i think they are aware of it by now.
there's probably something else, but what do i know <3
#also! i think they know that we love their love. genuinely. we love seeing them happy and healthy. and we're rooting for them.#so why not show small snippets of it?#they don't give us much. a couple of pic in 6 months is nothing :) and that's good for everyone.#they don't overshare and we're not overfed#b - balance#answered#phandom#dan and phil#forever home
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Anybody got alfred thoughts or headcanons I'm going through it
#havent cried this much since my mom died đ#oversharing time#my family is very autistic#and we need help from a family that has been close with us for years sometimes#our water is out rn and i had to stay at their house#since i was literally 5 ive struggled with feeling like a parasite#so were talking about my mom to a new friend#and guess what one of them describes us as#a tumor#guess what my mom died of#so im having a breakdown over it. yaaaaay
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anyways hi this is Captain speaking. APPARENTLY i am completely incapable of piloting without overanalyzing some part of our physicality or behavior. god damn it
#captain's log#'wow captain dont you have your own sideblog' yeah i do. so what. who give a shit#i am RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS#anyways if you ever see a big long post oversharing about our physical form 9/10 times its probably me. hi#also using my own tag because im testing the waters of not masking quite so much#only online btw theres NO way in hell im going shields down in public
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Hi there. So don't mind me, I was going through your dazatsu art a while ago (both you and your husband I think?) and also saw some of the captions. You said you two met when you were cosplaying dazatsu? I don't mean to sound stalkerish so please feel free to ignore me, but that is about the sweetest thing I have ever heardđâ€ïž I would like to draw one of your cosplays as our favorite couple. You could send me a picture you like- paint over your faces if you don't feel comfortable or-
And again and I emphasize, feel free to straight up reject this or ignore it, because I know it's odd. Just wanted you to know how you warm my heart, and I love your artwork as well<3
Have a nice day or night
Hello there! First of all, don't worry about "sounding stalkerish", it's very sweet of you to drop by just to let me (and by extension, us) know about your thoughts! đ The thing is, it's not that we met when we were cosplaying; perhaps me saying we weren't a couple yet gave that impression, but since you asked, I might as well tell you the full story?
You may want to sit, it's a little long (though I'll do my best to be brief) đ
We already knew each other, we had been acquaintances for a long while, actually! We met when we were 14/13 or so (we're 31/29 now, I'm the older one). We weren't really that close, but we were on friendly terms and all that.
I'll skip the very personal bits which includes (but is not limited to) us getting closer to each other and stupidly pining mutually, but the sequence of events that led to it is one (!) of the reasons why I tend to say we're a "dazatsucore" couple. Because:
He was into me > I noticed on the spot, and did nothing > I was into him > he didn't know because I hid the fact > leads to him blurting out a confession thinking he'd be turned down > I do not turn him down but ask for some time to think things through because I want to be sure of my feelings first > not too long after I have an answer.
By the way, everything I'm saying gets even better (and funnier) when you consider I'm the "Dazai" one, while he's the "Atsushi" in this.
Anyways, about the cosplay shenanigans you inquired about; back when we were getting closer to each other (2016ish), I had become interested in BSD but knew nothing about it; I knew he had watched it, asked what were his thoughts on it, he said it was nice, recommended it, etc. He then commented that he planned to cosplay Atsushi, showed me the character and shared his cosplay plans.
I had only watched the opening so far (the thing that led me to ask him if the anime was good), and Dazai was the one who had caught my eye the most, so I said, very offhandedly, that 'hey, I'd be down to go with you to the con, I do entertain the idea of cosplaying Dazai'.
He was like 'woah, really?! That would be so fun!' but also got extremely nervous on the spot. I obviously noticed. You see, my spouse isn't really the type of person who can hide his feelings very well + I'm good at reading through people. We've always been a funny match in that regard, ngl.
From a quick Google search I did to gather references for the outfit, I could tell the two characters were a somewhat popular pairing, so I made 2+2, I also already knew he had a crush on me and just did nothing about it, like I explained above. So he had gotten nervous that people could mistake us for a couple because the two characters are (were? sadly) a popular pairing.
Which I did know... And again, did nothing about because while my suggestion to cosplay together was sincere, having no intentions of manipulating him or anything, that did work in my favor as well so two birds, one stone.
In the meantime, what I told you above happened and we started dating. And, for obvious reasons, we decided to go ahead with the cosplay plans đ I've never posted a clear picture showing our faces because we're not the best photographers out there, but here's one of the least terrible ones:
The icing on the cake, that doesn't have much to do with us, but is still something we remember about fondly: we're Brazilian, and Brazil is a very big country. The anime con we were going to attend was the biggest in our country but also some good hours away (a 9 hour travel away to the capital, to be more precise), so we took a bus ride with some people headed there as well. It's common for people to make these "con attendees" group rides and they're always really fun experiences + very cost efficient.
One of the people we befriended on the ride was this girl who, coincidentally, was cosplaying as Chuuya. Since we're a queer couple (nb sapphics who go by he/him pronouns) we didn't know what amount of gay was okay in public, but this one girl knew we were a couple, 100% sure of it and it was genuinely beyond funny seeing her and her friends waiting on us to just do something, anything, that gave the answer away.
We kissed like... once, when they were nearby, and the reactions were priceless, ngl. The euphoric I KNEW IT faces.
Back then we weren't married yet, so no telling rings or anything, but this Chuuya had gotten the vibes somehow. When I asked her how she knew before we even did anything, she said, just like this: 'it's the way you look at each other đ„ș'.
I need you to imagine Chuuya Nakahara saying this, with this expression. Makes it all 20x funnier. Also the reason why I usually write him as a wingman/enabler in my fics.
Oh, and about the "he had no idea I knew all along", I did tell him... last year đ We were reminiscing about things and he went on a tangent saying something along the lines of 'I feel kinda bad because it was selfish of me but I liked the idea of us being seen as a couple back then so I didn't tell you the characters were a popular ship'.
To which I replied: 'Oh, I knew, don't worry.'
Cue shocked Pikachu meme for my spouse's reaction. I then explained that I was fully aware of everything all along, and he was like 'thank GOD you decided to play along then because I had no idea how to charm anyone' đ
It feels good to put our silly story out there, I had told this story only to one person in the fandom so far (I won't tag her, but Katsu can confirm we're two dumbasses in love) because I don't usually talk about personal stuff publicly like this unless on a whim but also because, like I said, it's a very long story even with skipped parts.
I hope this was fun to read, at least? đ
As for what you asked about drawing us, I'll apologize, but neither of us understood exactly what you want to do. If you could elaborate more on it, we'd be grateful and could give a proper response! All in all, thank you for sending the ask, it was really lovely of you to stop by just to say that! đ
#I'll need to tag the ship because of the cosplay picture inside the read more#but feel free to ignore all the babbling if you came here just for the ship tag#dazatsu#dazushi#cosplay#+ personal story because why not#but there's only so much exposition I can take at once so I'll probably be thinking about this for a while#please be nice to me I get antsy whenever I overshare but the world must know why we call ourselves dazatsucore#and also why this ship means so much to the two of us (besides being a really wholesome ship ofc!)#ask
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one of the absolute funniest moments on scott's tour that i wasn't able to capture on camera (for obvious reasons) was at the meet and greet after the nashville show these two older gay guys mentioned they were reading scott's wikipedia page before the show to find out more to chat about at the meet and greet and like. idk if this is just because i am very familiar with scott's wikipedia page but you could tell that was the extent of their scott knowledge (which is valid not everyone is researching a documentary on the guy)
but then they asked about the poster for the lowest show, which they'd never heard of before their wikipedia reading, specifically this quote:
"The postersâfeaturing Thompson lying supine on the ground with a big wad of semen dripping down the side of his faceâwent up around the city on September 10, 2001"
and they were like "wow we'd love to see those posters hahaha" and i immediately jump in like "oh i have that photo on my phone give me like 2 seconds"
to be clear: these guys had not interacted with me or acknowledged my existence the entire conversation. they had their backs to me when they were talking to scott, i did not introduce myself as directing the documentary since i wasn't filming and they didn't ask who i am, etc. but my brain was like "oh someone wants to learn more about scott? my time to shine, let me pull up that folder in my camera roll". even scott was like jfc here they go again.
anyway i barely had to scroll back in my doc research folder so i immediately held out my phone to the guys and showed them this
it's a photo taken days after 9/11 of scott in front of the posters for his show which was supposed to open the following week
so i hold out my phone and explain this thinking like hey i'm being so helpful these guys wanted to see this aspect of scott lore and i gave it to them!! meanwhile these two old guys are like i can't even focus on the poster anymore i am standing next to scott thompson and also WHO THE FUCK IS THIS CHILD AND WHY DID THEY JUST HAVE THIS ON THEIR PHONE?
another one of the funniest tour moments was after meeting up with some gay guys in their 70s who were friends-of-a-friend-of-scott and immediately befriending both of them we were about to leave and i asked for their phone number and scott just rolled his eyes and was like i'll give you his phone number in the car as though he was saying "jfc jessamine this is ridiculous even for you". he never ended up giving me the old guy's number
#i just love old gay men so much lmao#and they seem to love me (or at least the ones in the second example did lmao)#also one of the other indicators that the first guys only knew about scott's personal life from his wikipedia page#is that they assumed the last boyfriend mentioned on there was someone scott was still dating to this day#and they were like ''oh i'm so happy to hear you have (boyfriend's name)'' meanwhile scott is like ''uh sorry we broke up 21 years ago''#meanwhile i'm like SAME NUMBER OF YEARS THAT I'VE BEEN ALIVE SCOTT!!#to be fair scott hasn't had a serious long-term relationship since then so we have joked about my birth somehow being the antichrist#but just for scott thompson's romantic life. like there's some curse that scott can't be in a serious relationship until i am#which is very funny bc both of us did in fact have a date we were looking forward to when we got back from the tour#in my case mine is with a hot nonbinary person who works at the venue where scott did his boston show and that's how we met lmao#this is also why i was pissed off that my instagram locked me out bc i have hot nonbinary person's instagram but not their phone number#and i said i'd message them when i got back from the tour. which i cannot do#tempted to just message them as mouth congress (the one account i can still get into) and send them my phone number#maybe i'll do that if i don't get my instagram back by buddy's birthday#anyway maybe this is oversharing about both my love life and scott's love life but i just find it very funny#like i was never someone in high school who went on dates and gossiped about it with my friends#and now i get to have some bizarre version of that where my peer group is goddamn scott thompson????#between this and me pulling up the lowest show pic in like 2 seconds yeah maybe we are weirdly close lmao#but i wouldn't have it any other way
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1, 33 and 70 for the âšhorribleâš ask game
1. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? No, not at all. My father avoids me most of the time, out of guilt, I think. When we all have dinner together we just pretend nothing's going on, though. I get along really well with my parent & we talk about equality & human rights & stuff a lot, but they've also put the responsibility of caring for my brother on me, and now complains to me about how they feel like they're 'neglecting' my little brother. So you know, that kinda fucks it all.
33. Do you have trust issues? Not really, but I used to & I still have a hard time opening up fully, but I do trust my friends not to secretly hate me, so that's something :) I do also have a habit of casually talking about trauma, but never the things that still really get to me :)
70. Is there anyone you would die for? Yeah :) My friends & brothers :) I have a tendency to sacrifice myself for others benefit already, so I really wouldn't be surprised if I did end up giving my life for someone. I'm trying to be better about that now, ever since I almost fainted from skipping breakfast, so my brothers could eat more & then forgetting lunch.
#asks#people#vic#oh and i didnt even mention#my parents lied to me about me being autistic#'so i didnt have to deal with the prejudice'#but theyre better than ever before currently#so thats good :)#mostly bc my father avoids me now#he used to yell at me every evening đ„°#about how he wanted normal kids & my brothers were only abnormal bc they're copying me#so i should be normal so he can have normal kids#he used to get kinda aggressive too#he rarely hurt me but he'd slam things & throw stuff down instead of just putting it down#he got mad when we made noise or just existed around him really#anywaysss apologies perhaps i shouldn't have gone into so much detail#i never know where the line is of how much youre allowed to share & how much is oversharing yknow
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Did not sleep again last night. I fear I may need to use assists tonight if I can't get to bed timely. Thankfully Ollie was there for me and she streamed like 4 of the ice age movies to the server and I at least had company while I drifted in and out.
My anxiety is getting bad again and it doesn't help that I'm in the Hotspot of my period right now where everything hurts and meds don't help.
I forgot my insurance offers a free hotline 24/7 to licensed counselors when you need to talk to someone. I called this morning and was really pleased with the conversation I had. She was able to redirect me really well and also offer a ton of coping mechanisms that I can discuss with my therapist when I see her in 2 weeks (earliest available she had).
Working is going to be really tough today, but I'm trying to take the positives. I have 24/7 access to relief from licensed counselors for free, I will be seeing my therapist soon, I have friends both in and out of my server that care enough to help me when I'm down, I have a fiancĂ© that literally drops his whole world to take care of me best he can even when he doesn't feel good, and I am manifesting that I WILL sleep tonight. â€ïž
#personal#im so open about my struggles only because i know there are people who feel rhe same#and they have a hard time opening up#and sometimes just seeing theyre not alone helps a lot#and sometimes it inspires people to open up#i used to get messages on fb going both ways#why do u overshare???#but also the ones that said thank you so much for sharing. i feel less alone. i want to talk about this with you now#so i would blacklist 'personal' if you dont want to see it#otherwise thank you for reading and i hope you have / had a lovely day!
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So anyways guess who just came back from an *checks watch* 8 hour hike
#On my old blog I once mentioned hiking with my father and how long it always takes#And how much I hated it as a kid#They thought I was exaggerating the numbers#I was not#We set out at 10:30 and now it's 7#But to be fair we ate dinner at a restaurant#And the owner drove us back the last ~10 km#When we sat out a taxi driver pulled over asked where we are going and then proceeded to telk us we shouldn't walk that#Because it's 15 km to the tourist trap he thought we were going to#But we went 2km further and then up a mountain#Got amazing pictures out of it#But climbing the mountain took an hour. Getting down took longer#Now imagine I wasn't 20 but 7 (the age I was when I first took this route with my father)#I know this is oversharing but I exhausted and proud of myself and fucking sweaty#Can't believe we did this every second day#Luckily my father's knees are awful now so he can't do it every second day either
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ive gotta stop starting so many posts with 'also' like they r not continuations of conversations or whathaveyou generally
#like they r to mem theyre thought continuations but you guys arent actually in my head so you dont follow the stream of consciousness#you know. sad day i think its why i blog so much is bc i dont like when i do or think things and theres no evidence of it occuring#bc then i dont know if i ever actually thought or did them or if it was imaginary#so i like to have evidence/witnesses. you see... something like that. Or i just like to overshare Hey btw i dont know what the fuck is with#it bc you type any word and the emoji shows up like even sometimes emojis that are nonsense for what youre typing totally unrelated fucking#emojis . i typed nonsense and anti smoking symbol came up. but i type Shrug and its like Oh no we dont know that one.. nothing there...#i have to Go to the emojis and search it manually. we have the technology i should be able to type shrug and it shows up...#maybe its bc its one of the ppl ones ig the ppl ones dont tend to show up 4 whatever reason.like if i type facepalm đ€Šââïž isnt there. ig it#has something to do with how theyre encoded since they have like. extra markers and stuff that can be added with the skintone and gender#variants.... Ok well ig they r a bit different from the đ€©đđđ„łđđđđđ„đ
đđđ type emojis. those r all the face emojis that were in my#recently used btw. the span of connor emotion#anyways Ok sorry i guess i shouldnt have complained. itis still a bit annoying but its also Just a bit of extra tapping so whatcanyou do.
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Kang Yo Han is the walking embodiment of I'm Not Okay (I Promise) and relates to Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge far more than is healthy. In this essay I will-
#twabbbiih's edit#tdj#the devil judge#tw blood#kang yohan#kang yo han#a character study via legendary emo classic Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge#I put so much effort into this I really hope the fandom enjoys it#I know I don't exactly go here in a big way but guys please#girl does a tdj rewatch for the fun of it and spirals so far into making bad edits she has to try and figure out how to just get the text#from an album cover to make a mock one like some unhinged loser who barely knows how editing software works#you guys have NO IDEA#I spent an entire night pestering mid-n0vember about how this album is perfect for KYH 2 years ago and so finally I did something about it#to the end has especially been rattling around my brain for WAY TOO LONG because that is not a house or home to KYH#it's a constant reminder of the people he's lost and the horrors he suffered due to the utter shithead that was his father#ive been debating between 2 edits i did for that song for two nights and I've ended up picking the more literal one because I didn't want#too many close up images of peoples faces for this. but just know there is a file on this laptop of kyh crying while hes literally haunted#by memories of his father#I really did try to use a shot from the knife scene for the album cover because it would have been SO GOOD as a mirror to the original albu#however my editing skills are not good enough to make the background less distracting and I'm working with not HD images so it looked worse#so a moments silence for what could have been#no one asked but its 2am and that means oversharing so#Interlude absolutely had to be the on a line by itself because despite everything else going on with KYH keeping Elijah save is Rule One#it's supposed to kind of overshadow everything else because keeping her safe and unaware of Certain Things absolutely does for him#whether it actually translates is a different matter#kgo being on his knees (yet again) is what swung it for that picture otherwise it would have been kyh looking on as jae hee grabs her
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