#If I don't do it within the next week or so someone else can btw. just shoot me a message so i can go promote :3

[aleksa-sims]

Simselfstory

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

The one hour he gave me was over, but the doors were still open. Should I stay-… or should I go?

I tried to call N., he didn't answer.... Shit, N.! Don't you care about me???... But why do I even wonder? I knew why he ignored me. We agreed on this! And well, that's N.! That's how he is. No matter what happens, he never deviates from the course. So even if I call him 100 times, he won’t pick up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😩

Before I go back to the current events, I quickly explain what Nico and I have discussed.

N. knew, as long as I haven’t cleared everything up with Daniel, D. would haunt my mind forever. So he wanted me to go to him and talk to him. And Nico and I weren’t together at the time, so he told me to do what I want with Daniel! 7 days, he said. After that, he wants an answer from me! No sooner or later! After my time with D.'s over, he'll talk to me! I didn’t agree with the 7 days, I thought I could settle this matter with Daniel within 24 hours. But well, Daniel’s answers to my questions have changed everything. So decided to stay! 7 days!

As you can see above, I just did my laundry. I had no comfy underwear here in Daniel’s and my apartment. While I was busy filling our washer, I noticed Daniel’s pills on the counter next to his things. At the same time, it rang at our door, but I didn’t care...

Shit, that’s the good stuff! The pills I was hooked on in the past... I’d love to get high. Right now, more than ever....

What the fuck did I do!???????? 😨 I’m pregnant, damn it!! What's wrong with me?.... 🤮🤮 Agh, I was damn lucky. I didn’t swallow the pill, I just had it in my mouth and I spit it out. 

Meanwhile, I heard Daniel talking to someone on our doorstep.

Daniel: I’m not interested in this job. Sorry, you got me wrong. But be honest, is that really why you came by, to offer me a job? Or is this about Alex?

Girl: No, I’m here for you. Besides, I know Alex doesn’t live here and I don't care tbh. The other day we were here, he told me.

Daniel: It’s none of my business anyway. However, I don’t need any help or a job. You're wasting your time. I'm pretty busy rn so...

How could I have done that? How could I forget I was pregnant?...... I was still standing in our tiny......... toilet-room (?). The window was open. I could hear Daniel & that girl talking about a job. Does he know I’m eavesdropping on them? Is that why he’s in such a hurry to get rid of her?... Agh, I'm such a mess.🤦‍♀️ Why am I even thinking about that girl? I want to get a divorce!! I should rather think about what I just did!!! I’m not even 24 hours here and all I care & think about is that damn drug and............ Daniel. 😖 

Daniel (to me): You know what’s about to happen. Last chance! If you don’t go, you’ll be locked up here with me tonight.

Girl: Um, I better get going. See you. 😬

Me: I just wanted to go over, to the bathroom. Who-... was that? 😳

Daniel: Weren’t you going to the bathroom? 🤨

Me: What- 😶‍🌫️😳

Daniel: Coincidentally, I want to take a shower, now! 🤷‍♂️ But we can do it together, I don’t mind.

Daniel: Come closer..... It’s been a long time.

Me: You're playing me. 😳😔

Daniel: Why do you think so? You want me too, that's why you stayed. I mean, you literally lured me into the bathroom. And you look hot, you got me horny. 😏

Me: No, I wasn’t trying to seduce you. I only wear... this, bcs I have nothing else here.

Daniel: I don’t care! We’re married and I wanna fuck you, babe.

Me: Btw, when did you get the divorce papers? 🤨

Daniel: Um..... 5 weeks ago?

Me: Exactly!.... What were you waiting for, Daniel? Why didn’t you call me, once you got better? Admit it, you’ve been thinking about breaking up with me, too. Alex told you what I said to him. And that girl earlier... Idk who she is, but I have heard it all! She's been here once.

Daniel: Yes! I was thinking about signing your fucking divorce petition. I was mad at you! Anyway, go up and wait for me. There’s still a lot we need to clear up. But this here, we'll definitely keep up tonight.

Me: Well, let's see.

Previous/Next

[neoaya]

Hot take!!! (Nuclear tbh)

People are way too shitty to the LW devs, especially Yumeno Rote.

This guy is responsible for every single piece of non-story card character art in the game, that includes units, costumes, alts, expressions, Music Video CGs, etc. Seeing as a new unit is released per week, along with 2/4 event costumes and 2/3 rebirth costumes at the end of the month, this guy is at MINIMUM drawing 8 fully detailed illustrations and backgrounds per month, for three and a half years straight.

The only other gacha to my knowledge that has one artist doing all the character art like this is Limbus Company, which even then has a significantly longer period between new art being added to the game. (I'm aware there are likely a lot more, but most to my knowledge have multiple artists)

So when I see a post criticising Lost Word, what do you think is being criticised 90% of the time?

Is it:

The fact it's a gacha game

Genuine criticism of the game itself and its mechanics or story

Hell, even criticism of the questionable work practice of having one guy do all the game's art

If you guessed 4, "near insignificant nitpick of Rote's art, AUs shown, or a VA (in a game where you can pick from 3 for every character) because it doesn't fit within their headcanon in a game about multiple different universes" you'd be correct!

Don't get me wrong, I have seen the first two plenty of times, but they're always either fair critiques or people who just don't want anything to do with gacha games and don't care which is understandable.

But for 4? The sheer amount of hatred and seething vitriol people express for details most people wouldn't think twice about is insane to me. It never seems to come from a sincere place of disappointment but rather fear to fit in, like "Oh this relates to me, I better lay in to it as much as possible since everyone else shits on it, wouldn't want to give people the impression I'm weird for liking it after all". It just seems depressing to me that people feel the need to act miserable out of peer pressure and not wanting to stray from the popular opinion.

As someone's who played the game since launch at this point I feel more than qualified to tell you it's FAR from perfect, hell I wouldn't even call it all that good. Gameplay fluctuates from playing the game for you to forcing you to have a full understanding of the meta, grinding is a chore, drop rates are far too low, the nature of the game forcing normally evil aligned characters to act more reasonably, and I unironically think the lack of representation and downright bad writing for Aya until now is singlehandedly responsible for making her drop by one place 3 years in a row in the THVote popularity poll.

So why do I still play it after all this time? Because I genuinely just want to see what they do next. I like seeing what new takes on characters they come up with, I like seeing where the story goes, what the next event will be and I love Rote's art and all the other art contributed by the JP community, I even think the Hifuu and RoM section of the story is genuinely good. It's nice to have a constant and reliable stream of Touhou media to read through in-between the wait for actual new games.

Somehow I don't feel that guy in the middle would want to come on livestreams 3 and a half years after launch if he didn't find it fun, same goes for all the artists and doujin circles that have contributed their art and music, especially those with more than one card or song.

If you want anyone to blame, blame GoodSmile for publishing this game and making this the complete extent they're willing to promote it and Touhou as a whole. (Last new character from them was a Reisen nendo from six years ago btw!)

In conclusion, I think LW has objectively done more good for the series than harm. You can not understate the fact that this game is responsible for introducing Touhou to so many new people and giving the spotlight to characters that are otherwise overlooked. Inaccurate character portrayals are rarely an issue when the series embraces differentiating itself from the source material, that's the nature of doujin culture. That and it seems silly to try and gatekeep people who got into the series through Lost Word, telling them they're experincing it wrong only serves to turn them away and I don't blame newcomers when official touhou media is still hard to come across in the west and the three most popular games in the series still don't have a digital release.

As a tangent, I used to have a problem with how Aya was depicted in a lot of fan media, even from people here, but a friend taught me I shouldn't let those alternate interpretations ruin my enjoyment of her and that I shouldn't fault them for seeing her that way. I feel others should be able to learn from that.

(I definitely forgot some stuff but this is ranty enough as is, I just wanted to get it out of my system)

[bigbroadvice]

preface: dude i have never talked to someone, kissed anyone, hugged, held hands or literally anything romantic with another person. i have no idea how to date or talk to people i like. i barely even know how to talk to new people to just make new friends.

anyway, there's this boy i like at school and he doesn't know who i am (probably) and i have a huge crush on him. i doubt he would even like me back but i just want advice on how to approach this because for one,

we've never talked, and he probably thnks i'm weird. two,

i've never had a guy friend before and, again, i don't know how to talk to people (i'm really awkward and shy) and three,

i like him so BAD and i just want him to notice me maybe a little bit. i just wanna feel what it feels like to date.

maybe this is completely stupid because i need advice on how to get out there, pretty please!

(btw don't have any socials so i can't reach out to him like that)

*me perplexedly scrolling back through my memory to figure out how on earth I ended up dating people*

Aight, I really don’t think there is one perfect way to do this, so I’m just gonna give you some examples of what’s worked for me.

1: Smiling

I noticed someone around school I was interested in getting to know, so every time I saw them I smiled at them like I was happy to see them, cuz I was, then cuz I smiled they would smile back. Had never said a word to one another, did not have a single class together. But we passed eachother frequently enough that the smiling evolved into a sheepish little wave back and forth which became almost its own kind of inside joke to the point that when we finally found ourselves alone waiting in the same hallway for something, we laughed like we were already friends, sat down next to eachother, and he was like “my name’s _____, what’s yours?” Next time I saw him I offered to show him around the art building. We were friends after that and he asked me out in about a month.

2: Asking for Help

I had recently gotten an undercut and I noticed somebody else in one of my classes had the same haircut. So I went up to them and was like “hey, wanna cut each other’s hair” and she was like “… sure?” So then we met up to cut eachother’s hair and just talked and goofed around and had a good time while doing it. It was a somewhat regular thing that needed to be done so it gave us a good excuse to hang out and get to know eachother. Her partner ended up hanging out with us and within a matter of months we settled into some form of queerplatonic polyamory.

This is a rather hyperspecific example, but I think the key thing is that I identified something we could help eachother with and work together on which is a really good way to form connections.

3: Yo! You Like Ninja Turtles?

First day of class I noticed someone I thought looked pretty cool so I sat next to them. They saw my ninja turtles cup and were like, “Yo, you’ve seen that movie?” And we just had a great time geeking out and seeing what fandoms we had in common. After that we chatted and doodled together before that class every week and they eventually invited me to come hang out with them and their friends and I invited them to come hang out with mine. This thanksgiving I asked if they wanted to come along with me for thanksgiving for some moral support (my family situation isn’t great) and as a way to avoid their family (their family situation also sucks). We ended up having a great time (us against the world is lo-key one of the best dynamics of all time) and got together the day after thanksgiving.

Baisically, look for common interests you might be able to talk about and then invite them to do stuff together. (This is easier to play off more casually if you’ve got a friend group you can invite them to hang out with, but it still works even if you don’t have one of those. Working on a school project, helping eachother study, or getting together for a movie/tv show are all good first hangouts for groups or one on one.)

I hope something in this is helpful! Feel free to ask more questions. Anybody else got any good dating advice?

[lesbiancharliedalton]

extremely confused by this person. so like i really do not expect anyone to be in constant communication with me and in fact i really do not like it at all if it's with someone i'm just seeing casually or someone i just started dating or whatever. like i don't want to talk to you all day long and frankly i don't want daily "good morning/good night" texts from ANYONE at any point tbh i don't think. like that's weird to me. BUT. .............. i went on one date with this person, it went pretty well and they said they had a great time so i asked them if they wanted to go out again. they said yes after the holidays. btw they send like one single text every few days at the very most. but they seemed excited? and finally like the day before NYE they were like oh hey i'll be free next week if you wanna see each other and i said yes that'd be great i'm free every night pretty much. i sent that on the 30th and that was all i heard until today they finally texted me again with a date and a location. and i replied within like 20-30 mins and then that was all i heard. like wtf is going on do you want to see me or not. i don't get it!! why is it one single text every 2-3 days! if you're trying to make plans that's extremely annoying cuz it's like. gonna take 10 days to make 1 single plan. idgi and i'm not seeing anyone else atm (trying to change that but haven't met anyone else i'm interested in) so all i can do rn is just be annoyed by it

[heightsofmadness]

Fifty years? Some of these are terrifyingly possible within 10 or 20.

But let's stick to 50. Rather than voting for just one, I'm going to rate them on a scale of 1-10 in terms of likelihood based on what I know. A 5 on this scale isn't a coin-flip btw, and a 10 isn't a 100% chance! It's more like, how many awful coincidences would need to line up for it to happen, with 1 being a whole lot and 10 being tragically few.

Nuke in major city: A lot of people are working very, very hard to keep this from happening, but Putin and Xi Jinping are both alive (and China in particular is playing the long game), so it's non-zero. Russia screwed itself with the invasion of Ukraine to the degree that I don't see them doing ANY other overt hostilities over the next few decades, and it's only going to get worse for them because they can't really back down, but I don't think they'd nuke over it. China on the other hand is eyeing Taiwan, and I worry a little about what they'd do if they don't get it. 3/10

Earthquake ruins a city: I'm not a geologist, I don't know earthquakes, I don't know how big an earthquake would have to be to render a city truly uninhabitable, but even with everyone waiting for "The Big One" on the west coast, I can't imagine a major city being hit so hard that literally no one can live there. 0/10

Climate Disaster in Equatorial Nation: Depends on your definition of climate disaster; if, like mine, it includes weather events like hurricanes and the aftermath thereof, then this is depressingly likely. Someone is inevitably going to get hit very, very hard. News outlets will cover it for a week or so, there will be scattered relief donations, and then the 1st world will forget about it until a few years later when people start blaming President Kushner or whatever for the price of bananas tripling. 8/10

World War 3: The fact is that the nature of global conflict, and society's attitude toward it, has changed. Everyone is aware of the horrors of war. Some people are more aware than others. Everyone wants it to be "someone else's problem." But more than that, the aggressors are starting to realize that instead of going to war, it's way, way easier to apply bottom-up pressure to foreign entities via ideological warfare. Remember when a bunch of Tumblr accounts got banned for being Russian state actors trying to influence US elections, and then they never came back because that was actually what they were? Unless something crazy happens, this is what global conflict mostly looks like now. 1/10

Fascist genocide of 7+ digits: Far-right extremists are getting more and more bold; I don't think this would be likely in a developed country, even with the US looking the way it does, but we're probably going to see a fascist dictatorship somewhere in the next 50 years. 1 million is a lot though, and requires a lot of organization, firepower, and ideological influence. Only two genocides have surpassed that since the Holocaust (Khmer Rouge and the Bangladesh Liberation War) and neither of the perpetrators were explicitly fascist. Fascist genocide in general? 9/10. Of 1 million+ deaths? Less likely. 4/10

Violent revolution in G20: 50 years is plenty of time for things to shift dramatically, and several G20 member countries are in the midst of pretty big ideological shifts. 6/10

AI/Automation economic crisis: AI/ML is a bubble that will pop within a year or two much like bitcoin did (except AI/ML has a very very small handful of legitimate uses that will stick around), and then middle-managers/corporate psychopaths will find a new grift to get rich off of. Automation in general allows for greater output than unassisted humans can accomplish; the problem isn't automation, it's the assholes keeping automation from benefiting the general public. 2/10

Pandemic 2: I don't know enough about this to judge in any direction. My gut says it's unlikely, but... eh. 3/10?

Food chain collapse: Corporate psychopaths ruin everything. Depressingly likely. I don't even think it would require a full collapse, just the perception of one, before fearmongering from news outlets push it over the brink. Remember the toilet paper shortages in early covid? 7/10

Major cities drown: Unlikely because there's too much that would need to not happen. Rising sea levels are a gradual change; unlike an earthquake or WMD, it's reactable on a scale that even bureaucracy can respond to. Major cities have a whole lot of voters and a whole lot of industry, and that means many, many people who are invested in holding the water back one way or another. 1/10

TL;DR: Overt generation-defining global conflict and total city loss seem very, very unlikely to me; tragedy born of apathy seems terrifyingly possible.

Content warning for speculation about hypothetical future scenarios of mass death and suffering

Been thinking about how repeating pattern in history seems to be that you can mark every era by its major international incidents, conflicts and disasters, singular in their impact but which nonetheless seem to happen at least once every few decades ago. I see no reason to suspect that this has for any reason stopped being true, and I am fascinated by speculating about what our future history might be, so as a slightly morbid thought exercise;

Which of these hypothetical international incidents/disasters would you believe most plausible or likely to occur in the next 50 years?

Disclaimer; these scenarios will share my western cultural perspective bias

(Reblog if you vote, as sad as it may be to contemplate future suffering I'm interested in where most people's reads are on this sort of thing)

[transhawks]

For the sake of helping me understand, what exactly are you expecting to get out of Hawks supposedly having a break down or apologizing? It would add absolutely nothing to his character, bestie believe it or not, Hawks having a break down in the middle of a war in front of All For One is such a bad narrative drive that I don’t even know how Hori would accomplish it and stay true to his character. So 🤷‍♀️ I mean sure, go ahead believe what you want to believe, but Hawks apologizing would not work for the narrative

Bro.

Bro.

All For One is about to hitchhike on a Black Bird or Gale Force Taxi. His Uber has arrived. Bye!!! He has an appointment with Tomura's body to get to, even if trying to kill blonde twinks is a hobby.

So yeah uhh where does that leave Keigo?

Idk with two landmines - his narrative foiling with Dabi and the whole Endeavor thing or he goes and deals with Toga and Twice, who are trying gto specifically kill him. Now uhh the narrative is not going to let Twice or Toga do that. Sorry but it's too late. Toga isn't going to kill anyone in this story l, she's going to be redeemed in the like next 30ish chapters. She is not killing Keigo.

Neither is Twice btw.

Now,

1. Better people than I have broken down how Hawks's fixation is harmful, and hints at something very dark. A breakdown could like mean Hawks poses a threat to Touya, prompting Enji to get off his ass and prove he loves his son already.

2. Stop thinking like a powerscaler and more like a person who realizes the overarching theme of this manga is to connect to others even if they don't think they deserve the chance. Keigo was written to fail with Jin. He was written to be the example of a hero not doing and saying the right thing and this his plot assigned villain is dead. Do you think there are not narrative consequences for that? We've been teaspoon fed for years signs of him cracking, additionally, do you genuinely think Toga can get her redemption if Keigo is justified by the plot in what he did to her friend? No.

The solution to this war is in what was not done in the very beginning - talking. It was not done. Keigo held Jin at knifepoint and told him to do as he said or else. Like I said, you can't tell someone you love them at knifepoint, which is why Toga failed with Izuku, and why Keigo failed to convince Jin he actually gave a fuck about him. Trust comes actual trust and that requires vulnerability on both sides.

Hawks's breakdown is him finally letting those walls down that stopped him from really connecting with Jin. It won't bring Jin back, but this is a hopeful shounen with a happy ending damn it, and there's no way to make this world a better place if people don't wish to change.

Listen... In a manga about giving people more chances, if we have Enji redeeming himself at the end of this and showing his son that he loves him, if we can have Deku reaching that little boy who was told he can only destroy, or Ochako telling the little girl who was made a monster for just wanting to love and be loved in turn, we can have Keigo Takami realizing that helping others doesn't mean you have to give up parts of yourself to do so.

Anyway, I'm just done with this topic when it will likely be resolved within the next six weeks.

[oh-my-damn]

BESTIE I'D ASK YOU ALL OF THEM QUESTIONS CAUSE I LOVE SNOOPING AROUND IN THAT BRILLIANT REDHEAD OF YOURS BUT THESE WILL DO FOR NOW 🥰 NO IDEA WHY IM SCREAMING BTW 😅

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

LUB YOU 💋💋💕💕

HI BESTIE

Reposted this just for you hehehehehehe

Okie lets do it !

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

Yes, ofc I have ! I draw inspiration from many of the amazing works I read, but one particularly triggered my inspiration for Highways & Heatstrokes !

It's @onsunnyside Flamingo King ! It was back when she'd only posted the first part, and I remember reading that part and just being so HUNGRY for more. Right after reading it, I just so happened to watch Midnight in the Switchgrass with Megan Fox and there's a scene with a truck driver picking up a girl from the side of the road. And that legit triggered it. I couldn't have stopped myself from writing Trucker Ari even if I wanted to, but Sonny's description of the heat and warmth just really kicked my mind right to that dusty highway. If anyone is unfamiliar with Sonny's work I recommend to go read her entire masterlist right the fuck now bc she is phenomenal.

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

LMAO you probably do know this answer, bestie ! The Stranger is a big fave of mine. I don't think I'd be able to write that many chapters if I didn't thoroughly love it. I love the story, and Chramelia, they're my comfort couple. I also really enjoy writing Diplomatic Negotiations and enjoy(ed) writing Highways & Heatstrokes (that series finished way too quick for me !!)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

I think that was my mini series for Mace ! Sunshine was one of my first works on here (actually, the drabble in that series is the very first piece of writing I wrote specifically for tumblr, and also what triggered the series). A strong contestant would also be my Curtis Everett mini series, Angel. Wrote that sucker within a weeks time, ish.

I also finished H&H pretty quick (too quick imo) but I do believe those other two were faster lmao.

OH and for one shots its definitely Guilty Pleasures !!! I wrote that bitch in ONE SITTING. Literally took an hour. I was astounded lmaoooo

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

Of course honey!! Sneak peek from the next part of Sweet Heartache coming up!

"Is that my shirt?"

His voice is still a little groggy from sleep, but his wording feels stern, which concerns you. You glance down at the button up before you meet his piercing gaze again, "Oh, uh, yeah, I found it. I'm sorry, I can go change. I shouldn't have-"

"No," he interrupts, shaking his head, "No, don't go change."

Your brows raise as you tilt your head, looking at him curiously, "Okay, I won't.. Are you okay? You seem off."

"I'm good," Andy replies calmly, and then he finally moves from his former spot, taking just a few strides until he's right in front of you. Your eyes dart down to his bare chest, taking in his defined torso and the hair covering it, trailing down to his waist as he stands before you in only his boxers.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip when you spot the large bulge, only covered by the thin fabric, and it makes you immediately dart your eyes back up to meet his.

"I like you in my shirt," he murmurs, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You look good."

You smile, "Thank you, I uhm.. I like wearing it."

"Good," he hums, large hands reaching out to grip your hips. You take a step closer when he guides you, looking up at him teasingly when he smirks.

Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, your smile teasing, "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah," he breathes out, his eyes seemingly turning darker as he watches you intensely, "Yeah, somethings on my mind."

Within a second, his lips are on yours, and you let out a surprised squeak when his hands quickly find your ass to hoist you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you kiss him urgently, his fingers digging into your ass while he walks over to the dining table.

Thank you for asking me about my fics my sweet bestie!! <3 <3

[naturalbornkillass]

delayed post from 07/10/22 - A weird week: still depressed // might need to get the “hottest girl in rehab” sweatshirt. // modern feminism // why am i attracted to older men i dont even ducking have daddy issues

The last part happened today but i’ll include it into my evenfully unevenful week

i’ve been ridiculously depressed and irritable this week. i havent touched my prescripted medicine and i probably should. i’m in no way getting better.

During the 4th of july, i got into a hugeeee argument with my dad and i ended up staying home and playing roblox w my friends. it was kinda fun, then it all hit me. I’m at home during the 4th of july, doing absolutely nothing. I was bored and depressed. I HAD NOTHING TO DO!! So I ordered some food from grubhub and it made me feel better for a little bit. Then it hit me again. I'm getting fomo. How can i celebrate the 4th. of july? and listen I’m not the most patriotic citizen, and to be honest, i’m not big on independence day. although I am big on the celebrations itself, whether or not i really give a fuck about the reason of the celebration .

i decided to try lsd for the first time, and it was def the most sensational type of high i’ve ever experienced. especially bc it was laced with some other strong ass shit, which i didn't really know until i got tested positive for other stuff. I didn't rly mind tho, i had a good time regardless. My therapist was not happy ofc, so they actually told me that they may have to send me to a 30 day rehabilitation program if things don’t improve within the next week. It’s either that, or I have to stay at a psych ward for 7 days minimum, which isnt as bad, given that it’s so easy to trick them into thinking that you’re doing well within the span of a week. But either way, i’ll be stripped away from any sort of communication with all of you. unless i can memorize all of your number. not tryna do all that.

I'm against it, obviously. I’m functioning! I should be fine.

The reason why i’m not making such a big deal out of this is bc I’m not being too irresponsible with everything. Honestly i really do believe that they’re just trying to profit off of me. No one really knows what to do in those places. None of the staff members really know what they were getting themselves into. If you’re there for the money, why cant you at least try to put some effort on the shit tht you were supposed to do?

if i do end up in one in the future, best believe i’m pulling up in the corniest fit ever

but fr tho i actually have to start putting some effort because i’m not trying to go to some goddamn facility. I have many plans for this summer and living in a place w a bunch of druggiez isnt my thing. if all fails, i hope to be grouped with cool people.

i met someone on roblox, which i’ve spent a few hours with….at night. it was fun okay, and im not for edating, but this is entertaining for me. i wonder how many ppl he’s groomed online. better yet, i wonder how many people get groomed on roblox??? He’s 21 btw i forgot to mention, and yeah he does sound like it. Thats all i can say tho.

The thing is, you’ll never know if your the groomer or the groomee. Edating is so funny to me despite the times that i’ve attempted to do so. I got out of that phase towards the beginning(-ish?) of 9th grade. After that, I’ve just started fishing for some creepy pedos online and i tried to see if i can get money off of them. I found many, but they all wanted my fucking face to be in pictures/videos and they wanted to be able to hear my voice and such, like how desperate can you be? Theyre all really fucking pathetic and it just pissed me off seeing people live like that. Discord users are really something else……..

just dont edate. It's that easy.

One thing that I have noticed is that I kinda have a problem with older men. Why am I writing about this online rather than telling a professional about this? Idk but I just felt like it needs to be talked about. No, I don't have daddy issues, which proves that it's only a common stereotype. Women have such a great amount of power, simply just by existing. Next thing you know, you've hypnotized them into throwing their cash onto you.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

A Leap of Faith (Fellowship x Reader)

This is the result of binging macha tea, Lilo and Stitch and Brooklyn 99 simultaneously. Another crackpost. Enjoy.

Pairings: Legolas x Reader—if you squint, and consider pulling on his pigtails as “romantic”, which I, personally, do. Some nice paternal! Aragorn x Reader energy going on in there too, for your comfort. 

“Cartography” is the study of maps, btw. 

Peering eyes and stolen glances, both riddled with skepticism and doubt—that was all to be found among Aragorn and Gandalf.

They each sat on a log, and warily observed the Fellowship as a whole. Both were situated within the dimmed forest by the glowing and flickering campfire.

Each of the eight fanatic Fellowship members before their eyes all naively gallivanted about in their usual bickering antics—nothing short of tomfoolery.

Merry and Pippin snickered loudly, as they each used their smoking pipe's spouts to press in a snoring Gimli's nostrils. He abruptly woke with a snort, and a Dwarvish shout of anger. 

As Merry and Pippin each ran away with boyish giggles—a stumbling and yelling Gimli hot on their tails—Sam and Frodo were sat against the thick trunk of a tree.

The raven-haired Hobbit wistfully sighed, and spoke of the Shire, whilst Sam adamantly comforted the sentimental Ring-bearer. 

Y/n and Legolas stood by the crackling fire, bickering, as usual. 

The girl held out a dirty worm towards the recoiling prince, who shouted at her to stay back. Thoughts of germs and his hygiene were on the forefront of his alarmed mind. 

As Y/n grinned and continued handing the wriggling, pink worm out towards a disgusted Legolas, Boromir bemusedly watched on.

"It's just a mere worm!" Y/n chuckled, eyes alight, and brows raised. 

"Stop touching me! Stay back!" Legolas squealed.

He promptly brought his closed fists in close to his chest, as he trained his wild eyes on the wriggling worm. 

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n childishly countered, moving the worm closer and closer towards the prince's chest. 

Fanatically gesturing both hands out at Y/n, Legolas pleadingly turned to a staring Boromir, and shouted in alarm.

"She's touching me! She's TOUCHING me!" 

"I'm not touching you!" Y/n laughed, waggling the worm back and forth. 

"AH! TOUCHING ME!" Legolas yelped in alarm, pointing one finger, held above the worm, down in gesture. 

"NOT touching!" Y/n corrected in a taunting tone.

"TOUCHING ME!" Legolas adamantly replied.

"It's free air!" Y/n countered, throwing the wriggling worm at a gasping Legolas' chest. 

The prince frantically swiped at his tunic with both hands, before he snapped his enraged eyes back to Y/n. He then took to chasing after her with a large stick—promptly leaving behind a guffawing Boromir.

Aragorn and Gandalf both winced their eyes, and curled their lips in disdain. 

These were the comrades they were tasked with to the save the world? They might've quit and let Sauron win right then and there, just to save the headaches alone. 

"It is as apparent as the hidden conditioner within Legolas' satchel," Gandalf began to muse, capturing Aragorn's idle attention, "that not all among us, though I'd much prefer to believe otherwise, can be trusted on this journey."

With a prolonged sigh past his nose, Aragorn lowered the spout of his wooden smoking pipe from his mouth, and responded. As he did so, he continuously dragged his wearied eyes along each and every member of the Fellowship—each one now a suspect. 

"You are worried one of them will try to take the Ring," Aragorn lulled, his voice more knowing than curious. 

"Worried? Indeed," Gandalf drew out, paying particular attention to Boromir. "I cannot dismiss the warning in my heart, or that of Elrond's."

As Aragorn slowly ran his calculating eyes along the Fellowship, paying particular attention to his apprentice, Y/n (of whom still cackled loudly with a fleeing Merry and Pippin—both an angry Elf and Dwarf hot on their tails, as they ran rings around the fire) he took a moment to respond.

"What would you have me do?"

Inhaling in a wearied manner, Gandalf lowly spoke. He threw a heedful glance down at the ranger sat beside him, who in turn met his urging stare.

"We are to conduct an investigation," Gandalf began to declare. “In my stead, you shall thoroughly examine each and every member."

"Every member?" Aragorn repeated, raising his brows, before his conflicted gaze ran on over towards Y/n.

Catching the ranger's torn visage and trusting eyes, as he studied his younger cartography apprentice, Gandalf flickered his own attention on over towards Y/n.

She was now barricading herself behind a log with Merry and Pippin, laughing, as she and the two Hobbits threw worm after worm at a shouting Legolas and Gimli. 

"Well..." Gandalf lulled in amusement, "perhaps not all are to be investigated."

"Perhaps not all, indeed," Aragorn gently smiled, huffing in amusement, as he studied the girl's questionable antics. 

Slowly studying Pippin next, who bore similar qualities to the chuckling girl sat beside him, Aragorn quirked a brow up in Gandalf's direction, and spoke in a slightly bemused tone. 

"If we are following that logic, then Pippin, too, should be exempt from the investigation."

"No, absolutely not. I want him thoroughly investigated. In fact, examine him first."

~

A few grueling weeks had passed the Fellowship by, and a few more taxing days afterwards had since also passed. This was all following the harrowing ordeal within the Mines of Moria, of course.

Gandalf was now gone, which left a wearied Aragorn alone to conduct the investigation. 

As the Fellowship trekked in a silent line through the thick, mossy forest, Aragorn spotted a small clearing up ahead.

The meadow in question allowed sunlight to finally stream down in open rays—a much needed privilege for the wearied Fellowship.

It was also the perfect location to thoroughly examine each and every member of the Fellowship. 

After Aragorn had pushed the Fellowship a little further, so that they all emerged into the grassy, wild flower-strewn clearing, he had called for them all to stop and take a rest.

In response, Boromir and Gimli seized the chance to light a small fire, and prepare a stew.

As the Hobbits all collapsed onto the ground in a sighing heap—relieved to grant their shorter legs a break—Y/n, too, made a move to join them on the floor.

"Not you, Y/n," Aragorn gently instructed, inspecting his sword within the glinting sunlight. 

Sharing a glance with the Hobbits, Y/n knitted her brows. She nonetheless obediently rose once more, and walker across the grass to meet with the ranger—her teacher. 

"You're in trouble..." Legolas teasingly sung out.

"I know where you sleep at night," Y/n, in turn, sung back, mimicking his melodic tune.

As she strutted by the Elf, whose face contorted in fear, she steadily made her way on over towards Aragorn.

"What is it?" Y/n questioned him. She now stood a few yards away from the rest of the curious Fellowship.

Sheathing his sword, Aragorn placed a hand in the small of Y/n's back. She was the only person there he trusted above all else, as he and her had stood the test of time together—the ranger having been training the young cartographer since she were merely ten. 

With their backs now turned to the indiscreetly glancing Fellowship behind, Aragorn quietly spoke to Y/n. 

"It has come to my attention that someone within our company is not to be trusted with the Ring," he warily began, paying a skeptical glance backwards at the seven curious members. “They could be leaking information to Sauron. The entire Fellowship is under investigation."

Knitting her brows, Y/n lightly recoiled her head, responding. "That's ludicrous! No one here is a traitor!"

"Do not take this the wrong way," Aragorn began in a wince, half over what he had to say, and half over the girl's louder than necessary voice, "but you are a cartographer...what makes you so sure of their intent?"

"Ah!" Y/n started, holding up one finger. “But it is BECAUSE I am a cartographer that I am so sure!" 

Knitting his brows dubiously, Aragorn took a moment to respond. He was quite used to her antics.

"I don't like where this is going—"

"You see," Y/n interjected brightly, "because I am good at reading maps—”

"Please don't finish that sentence-"

"I know how to find my way into someone's heart!" she finished, drawing a love-heart with her fingers.

Aragorn winced his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath.

Studying his mannerisms, Y/n pressed on—panning and open hand out behind her at every Fellowship member.

"Look, what I'm trying to say," she began defending herself and her friends, "is that I know these gentlemen—I know everything about them."

Seizing the moment to teach his apprentice a valuable lesson in the ways of being a survivalist ranger, Aragorn threw on his lecturing face—one she knew all too well.

"Well, you're a poor ranger if you don't think that people can surprise you," Aragorn tutored. 

"Not these people!" Y/n affirmed.

Finding that Aragorn merely, and rather doubtfully, quirked a brow, Y/n tutted her tongue. She turned to the side, so that she once again faced the Fellowship.

They, in turn, quickly averted their eyes—some striking up lazy conversations, and others idly whistling.

"Here, watch this," Y/n started again, scanning her eyes along the Fellowship, causing Aragorn to do the same. “I know what EVERYONE is going to do tonight."

As the Fellowship warily glanced between each other—concerned over their nightly antics being exposed aloud—Y/n began gesturing towards each and every member, demonstrating that she indeed did know her friends quite well. 

"Frodo is going to go to sleep early, so that he can wake up first," Y/n began rattling off, raising her brows at a gulping Frodo. “Simply because he enjoys having five minutes alone."

As Frodo lolled his head from side to side, considering her words—ultimately deciding that she was correct with a hum—Y/n pointed at Sam, promptly continuing on. 

"Sam is going to count each strand of rosemary within his herb container, as a way to fall asleep," she pressed on, earning a slow nod of concord from Sam. “Reminds him of home.”

Dragging her hand across to Merry and Pippin, Y/n spoke again. 

"Merry and Pippin are going to whisper weird things into Gimli's ears, because they're trying to subliminally teach him to give them both piggyback rides—”

"I'm sorry, what?" Gimli interjected. He snapped his glare across at a sheepish Merry and Pippin, who each rubbed a hand at the back of their necks.

"AND Gimli will say he's going to take the nightwatch, but promptly fall asleep," Y/n pressed on, dragging her pointed finger away from Gimli to land on a very wary Legolas. 

"Legolas is going to sneak off, and crack open his conditioner he thinks we all don't know about," Y/n exposed, causing the prince's gaze to widen. “And then he's going to douse all his locks in it to collect moisture overnight."

Humming in begrudging agreement, Legolas flickered his gaze up towards the sky in loving thought of his fragrant conditioner—nodding his head once in admittance. 

"That is correct," Legolas shamelessly confessed. 

As Boromir stoked the fire, he began lifting a silver pot of stew from the ground, so that he could place it over the fire on the suspended wooden spit. 

"AND," Y/n brightly began in conclusion, pointing at a preoccupied Boromir, "if I run, and leap at Boromir, he will most certainly catch me in his arms."

Before anyone within the temporary camp could comprehend the girl's words, she had immediately begun sprinting on over towards Boromir, who still held the pot of soup in his hands. 

"COMING IN!" Y/n hastily announced, darting towards an alarmed Boromir with fast movements.

"NO, I'M HOLDING THE STEW—”

With a crash and a clatter of the stew falling to the grass, Y/n had promptly leapt from the ground, and landed in Boromir’s arms, bridal-style.

Grinning, as Boromir stumbled backwards, Y/n sent her beam on over towards Aragorn.

"See?” Y/n began in glee. “I told you! I know each and EVERY member inside and out!"

As Aragorn bit down on his lower lip, Y/n patted Boromir on the chest thrice.

"Nothing to worry about at all! This Fellowship is legitimate!"

Promptly scurrying out from Boromir's arms, like a skittish cat, Y/n met the ground below again with a soft thud. She dusted off her hands, ignoring the sighs from her mentor.

Possessing all the confidence in the world, Y/n placed her hands on her hips and spoke one more time.

"We're going to be just fine!"

If only her words remained true. 

[fanciful-follies]

94. You're an idiot. I married an idiot. I wish you all the best things and hope you have a good day/night/something else❤ You are so skilled in writing, it is amazing. (I don't want to seem weird btw, I just want to thank you for your amazing writing and sweet personality)

By the time Aaron leaves the restaurant, he’s in a particularly sour mood. Alexander was supposed to meet him there over an hour ago so he could formally introduce him to his sister, Sally, who he had only met briefly at their wedding.

But Alexander hadn’t shown, and Aaron had spent the first fifteen minutes of the dinner apologizing profusely to Sally while simultaneously trying to get ahold of Alexander.

By the end of the dinner, with Alexander’s chair still empty, Sally had taken Aaron’s hand and promised to stop by again the next time she was in New York, and that he had no reason to be sorry, that these things happen.

But Aaron isn’t just sorry, he’s angry. Alexander knew how much this - him meeting Sally - meant. And he didn’t show. Didn’t even call to give a shitty excuse.

When his phone buzzes in his pocket as he’s walking to his car, Aaron pulls it out and then scowls when he sees Alexander’s name flashing across the screen.

“Where the fuck are you?” Aaron hisses into the phone. “I’m serious, Alexander, you better have a mind blowing reason for skipping out on this dinner.”

Alexander breathes out slowly on the other end, the sound crackling in Aaron’s ear. “I’m at urgent care,” he says. “I need you to come pick me up.”

Aaron bursts through the doors of the urgent care around fifteen minutes later, almost bumping into someone as he makes his way over to the front desk.

“Alexander Hamilton,” he says in a rush to the man sitting at the desk. “I need to see Alexander Hamilton. He said he - “ Aaron cuts off when a door opens, Alexander walking out into the waiting room with a doctor trailing behind him. “Alexander!”

Alexander gives Aaron a sheepish smile when they pause in front of each other. “Hey.”

Aaron reaches out for him, pauses when he remembers why they’re here. “Is your shoulder okay? Is it fixed?”

The doctor behind Alexander smiles, steps forward to intercept Aaron’s questions. “He’s fine,” she tells him in a calm voice. “It was a routine dislocation, and we popped it back in with no problem. He might be a little sore, but we gave him medication for that.”

Aaron nods, reaches out to take the hand of Alexander’s uninjured arm. “Okay. Okay, thank you.”

They walk outside hand in hand, Alexander surprisingly quiet as they head towards where Aaron parked.

“You sure you’re okay?” Aaron asks after a few more minutes, glancing over to see Alexander biting at his lip. “You’re unnervingly quiet.”

“I’m sorry I missed the dinner,” Alexander says, peeking over at Aaron with a worried expression. “I know how important it was to you and I wanted to go but I - “

“Don’t.” Aaron pauses, walks in front of Alexander so they’re facing each other. “Don’t apologize. You have a pretty stellar excuse.”

Alexander smiles at that, shrugs his shoulders and then winces.

“How did it happen?” Aaron asks, eyes narrowing when a blush spreads over Alexander’s face at the question.

“Not important.”

“Alexander…”

Alexander looks away from Aaron, looks down at his feet instead, and then breathes in deep. “I locked myself in the bathroom by accident. The doorknob wouldn’t turn.”

Aaron blinks at him, not understanding the connection. “Okay, that’s…unfortunate, but I don’t see how - “

“I tried breaking the door down by running at it, but I dislocated my shoulder,” Alexander blurts, all the words coming out in a rush.

“You…you tried breaking down the door?” Aaron asks, and when Alexander nods, Aaron starts laughing, starts laughing and can’t stop, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. “Oh my god. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

“Shut up,” Alexander grumbles. “This is your fault anyway,” he continues, jabbing a finger at Aaron’s chest. “If you hadn’t been freaking out about this dinner for weeks, I wouldn’t have felt the need to attempt to break down the door. And to make things worse, the fucking thing opened up after I ran at it, just swung right open when I tried the doorknob again.”

Aaron laughs even harder, but after a few seconds, some of Alexander’s words catch up to him, and he slowly regains control over himself, chuckling a few more times before reaching for Alexander’s hand again. “I can’t believe you broke down a door for me.”

“Tried and failed to break down a door for you,” Alexander corrects, but he gives Aaron a small smile and then steps forward, resting his forehead against Aaron’s shoulder. “So, you forgive me, then?”

Aaron chuckles again, shifts so he can press a kiss to Alexander’s temple. “Yeah.” Then he pulls back, waits until Alexander is looking up at him to lean in for proper kiss. “I love you.”

“Even though I’m an idiot?”

Aaron just hums, kisses Alexander again in response.

“Do you love me enough to not tell anyone about this whole thing?”

Aaron smirks. “Oh, I’m definitely telling people. In fact, I think we should Skype Sally tonight and you can tell her yourself.”

Alexander groans, but he allows Aaron to nudge him towards the car, climbing in while he grumbles under his breath, Aaron still smiling as he starts the car.

The drive back to their home takes about twenty minutes, and Alexander falls asleep within ten, the pain medication they gave him clearly making him tired.

Once they finally do get home, Aaron has to half-carry Alexander inside, making sure to lay him down on the couch on his good side, throwing a blanket over him and pressing a kiss to his forehead before walking down the hallway.  

When Aaron sees the bathroom door hanging wide open, he pauses, inspecting it closely. There’s a large dent in the middle of it, and upon seeing it, Aaron starts laughing all over again, has to lean against the wall for support when he hears Alexander yell a muffled ‘shut up’ from the couch.

He really did marry an idiot, but Aaron doesn’t regret it in the slightest, because who else has a husband willing to break down a door for them?

He can’t think of anything more romantic.

[ineverhadmyinternetphase]

Hey! Do you have any wip in which dnp are in a qpr? If not do you plan on writing some? Maybe you could base it off your relationship, that would be cute. It's just that i've felt really down lately about my sexuality and I feel like i'll never find someone who understands me. Of course don't feel any pressure or anything, i just love your fics <3 (sorry for my english btw)

Hey! Ohmygosh someone else interested in QPR phan, hiii, this is wonderful

I actually have an entire QPR verse right here! I’m going to beadding to it in the future, it’s basically going to follow the irl timeline asclose as I can and then move into the future (once I get there)

I also wrote this QPRoneshot back before I extended it into the whole verse

Aaaand the next installment in QPR verse is currently at 750 words and willbe added to and posted as soon as I can ^_^ but as QPR phan is my fave and I’mdoing prompt requests right now, I’m going to post a little thing here for itxD

I hope you don’t feel too down about your sexuality <33 if you’re acelike me, I can promise that it’s a wonderful thing to be and leads to a lot ofhappiness. I’d be lying if I said that none of my own relationship has alreadysneaked into my QPR verse xD so trust me that it’s perfectly possible to be aroand/or ace and perfectly happy in a relationship, if that’s something that youwant. You’re certainly not going to be lonely, there’s a whole bunch of us heretoo

Now for some QPR verse:

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Dan hadn’t actually expected a knock at the door.

He was curled up in his uni room, wrapped in the green hoody he’d stolenfrom Phil, and feeling decidedly sorry for himself. He actually hadn’t seen Phil in a couple of days, feeling too wretched to even attempt to leave his uni room despite the plans they’d had to see the city some more. Dan hadn’t been in Manchester for long yet, and Phil was definitely enjoying showing him around.

Dan would actually quite like Phil’s attention on him, thank you very much, which may have been why he posted a picture of himself wrapped in his hoody looking sick and sorry for himself online earlier that day. He’d maybe been attempting to curry some more sympathy from Phil, but Dan wasn’t ever going to admit to that.

He also hadn’t expected anything to actually come from it.

Phil had called him that morning, of course, because he always did. Dan had made sure to cough and splutter and sound as sickly as possible in the hopes of garnering some sympathy, but Phil had just laughed at him.

“You sound like a dying goose.”

“Thanks,” Dan answered dryly, sniffling.

“Don’t worry, it’s a good dying goose noise.”

That was very Phil - comparing him to an animal of some kind, laughing at him but also being kind. Dan didn’t quite know how Phil managed to do that. It didn’t matter quite how shit Phil might be feeling, one call from Phil and he instantly felt better.

Phil was everything to him. They weren’t traditional, he knew, but as far as Dan was concerned, Phil was his person in every way that mattered. They belonged to each other, were committed to each other, and it didn’t matter if no one else quite understood how. Dan didn’t need kisses or romantic gestures or anything more physical than a hug to know that this was the most important relationship in his life.

Phil, miraculously, understood that too. He was perhaps the only other person in the entire world who would, which was why they hadn’t bothered trying to explain to the internet. They were overt about their relationship, and a lot of people read into it in the more traditional way, but Dan just laughed at them most days. Phil could be a little more put off by it than Dan was, so Dan did his best to shield Phil from some of the worst of it. Either way, they had each other, and that was the most important thing.

The knock at Dan’s door sounded again, and he squinted at it as if that would make whoever it was go away. He was feeling even less like peopling than he usually did, and distinctly did not want to get out of the nest of blankets he’d built for himself over the past few days.

After a few minutes of silence, Dan’s phone buzzed. He glanced down with a frown to see a new text from Phil:

Hey, let me in!

Dan blinked. It couldn’t be - could it?

Within seconds, he’d fought his way out of his nest of blankets (kicking one of the more insistent ones away from his ankle) and scurried over to the door, pulling it open to reveal his very favourite person in the world.

“Took you long enough,” Phil grumbled, though his eyes were smiling. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, wonderfully familiar, and cradled in his hands was a steaming bowl of soup. “Also, I see you’ve appropriated my hoody.”

“It’s comfy,” Dan pouted, and shuffled back out of the way to let Phil in.

His uni dorm was tiny. They hadn’t spent much time together here for that very reason, Dan barely fit inside on his own, and Phil was actually a little taller than him, if only by a tiny amount. (And Dan was still growing, much to his chagrin). But they both squeezed onto Dan’s bed somehow, Phil surveying the little nest he’d built himself with a smile. “Are you broody?”

“Shut up,” Dan mumbled, scrambling determinedly back underneath a blanket and sneezing. “I’m sick, I’m allowed.”

“I know,” Phil reminded him. “You said this morning. And yesterday morning. And in the photo earlier, and in all your texts last night��”

“Yes, well, I’m sick.” Dan definitely wasn’t pouting as he threw a disgruntled look at Phil. “Did you bring me soup?”

Phil rolled his eyes, but he held out the bowl. “Figured I should come make sure you haven’t killed yourself, and also that you’ve eaten some form of vegetable in the last week.”

Dan elbowed him in the ribs, but took the bowl eagerly enough, peeking at it. “Leek and potato?”

“You’re favourite.”

“You’re the best.” Dan settled back into the pillows, legs stretched out over Phil’s lap, and slurped happily.

Phil surveyed him with an arched brow. “What, so I come all the way over from the other side of town, and you’re not even going to let me sit next to you?”

“Nope,” Dan said between mouthfuls. “You’re a footrest.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“But your favourite, right?” Dan looked up at him hopefully. He’d managed to spill some soup on Phil’s hoody.

Phil sighed heavily, but his smile was fond as he reached over to ruffle Dan’s hair. “Yes. Somehow. You’re still my favourite.”

Dan’s answering beam was radiant.

(By the way, this is based off the timeCharlotte actually travelled halfway across the country to bring me soupbecause I was sick xD)