#ain't nobody else like me

[dol1isa]

I'm just telling the truth

[yaz-the-spaz]

everybody's talking about Liam's pink bear hat but nobody's talking about the fact that the bear is literally ass up

[calamity-death]

Fnaf OC - Erra. Currently writing about them in my fic - Ain't Nobody but Me.

[blk-xniverse]

This year's just... yearing.

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

[damnprecious]

every time someone asks me 'are you single' my brain blue screens and I sit there thinking 'I mean yes but also no' and 'I do not subscribe to the term single' because I feel so detached from the concept of being 'single' because I feel like it always implies the possibility of being 'available'

[firesmokeandashes]

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity <3

So, I've had this in my drafts for a while now, and I feel bad that I haven't answered it!

So, I shall answer it now and send this to others to (hopefully) make their day a little better by asking about things they like :)

Anyways!....

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1. Reading a fantasy adventure book that has good world-building, plot, writing, and a healthy dose of romance (preferably a slight slow-burn between childhood friends, strangers to lovers, or [my favorite] enemies to lovers). I just love reading those types of stories. They always help scratch an unexplainable itch in the back of my brain when I read them.

So, if anyone would like some recommendations, please don't hesitate to ask! I will gladly answer and recommend some of my favorite books to read. And please give me some of your recommendations! Im always looking for more books to read!

2. Writing a story and then showing it to other people, and the people I show it to actually telling me they liked and WHY they liked it. Idk about other writers, but I love it when someone tells me they liked my work and the exact reason they liked it. Like a specific scene they liked, a character, wording I used, or a plotpoint that just loved! It makes me feel good about myself and my writing as well as more confident in my ability to write.

Plus, then I get to talk to them about that thing in my writing they liked, which will usually lead to them telling me why they liked that thing, and encourages me to write more stuff like/with it.

3. Seeing artwork and fan-made things of my favorite ships from tv shows/anime/manga/books! It always makes me feel extremely happy when I see stuff about my ships because not only do I get to see my favorite bbys in a new way that I had never thought of before, but it also lets me know that I'm not alone in liking the characters and wanting to see them together! ^^

4. Seeing other people happy!

At a birthday party, at the mall, at the grocery store, the park, the pool, a family gathering, in the comment/reply section, a group of friends walking down the street in mid-conversation, a homeless guy being treated kindly on the street corner, a couple basking in the others presence and adoring each other for being themselves.

It doesn't matter what it is, who it is, or why it is. Just seeing others happy, a smile on their face, a laugh escaping their lips, a twinkle in their eyes, or joyful tears falling down someone's face at reuniting with a loved one, it has always and will always make me happy to see others happy! ^.^

5. Kittens.

Need I say more?

[otogariado]

don't get me wrong, walt is terrible. but for all the shit walt puts jesse through, for the way he treats and talks to jesse, walt makes so much of a point to emphasize how much he "needs" jesse to keep him alive. be it from gus or someone else. and he doesn't want jesse to do something that's gonna end up getting himself killed, either.

"without us, you have nothing. you kill me; you have nothing. you kill jesse; you don't have me."

like. the way he words this out is so deliberate it's kinda driving me nuts. "you kill jesse; you don't have me"?? what on earth does that fucking mean

[becca-alexa]

✨personal so read if you want to✨

the people in my immediate circle all think i'm crazy for saying i'd want to be in a relationship for 2-3 years before talking about marriage and i think they're all insane for it but then i remember the average time from strangers to married for them is around 6 months

[deiscension]

It is of the utmost importance to me that all of you know as pretty and sanguine and effervescent and every other syrupy word for being beautiful and decadently surreal there is, Xie Lian is also exceedingly messy. He collects trash for a living. He has two cursed shackles. He could break your spine with his pinky. There’s about 800 years of poorly processed trauma up in that noggin of his. He just likes being nice. He prefers being nice. He has chosen violence, vengeance, isolation, and ruin before-- it brought him nothing but sorrow, and though it was sorrow he believed he deserved (and sorrow he rightfully deserves, to a degree), and sorrow he still wears, it’s kindness that fills his day to day. His heart is not pure, but it’s been washed off and revitalized. He doesn’t stand for senseless violence, but who is he to deliberate on what is and isn’t senseless to the one whose hands have deigned it necessary to dye themselves red? Who would he be to turn down those same hands if they reached out in despair, in need? His promise to save the common people may go unfilled on the grander scale, he refuses to give up on the sentiment. Because the sentiment is not about saviorism, but saying if heaven will not look at you, then I will; if not even the ghosts will have you, then let me hear your troubles; if even the very earth we walk upon forgets your footsteps, then let me remember. It’s not because he’s a god. It’s not because he’s a good person. It’s because he’s just Xie Lian. He’s fallen from great heights and knows the taste of mud, blood, grief, and vengeance. He can’t promise much of anything because he really is quite a joke of a god... but at least then he can give you a much needed laugh, right? His mess isn’t something he’s in a hurry to untangle. He’s still deeply entrenched in it, but he won’t let that blind him to those who must also bear the ordeal of existing under such fickle laws of heaven and nature.

[dol1isa]

nothing to say

[weareuniqueandimportant]

WHEN THEY SAY GET HELP THEY MEAN I DON'T CARE I GIVE UP I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ANYWAYS.

[anarkhebringer]

I got called it earlier and had to fume about it for a few hours. If your pasty ass tries to bring me into your White Autism Mom Speak(tm) TikToker censorship lexicon again I will do things to you that'd even get me nuked here for hate speech.

[applejarjar]

Wild how ppl can have completely different takes on a situation

[hotpinkstars]

DAUGHTER - boothill x reader

- boothill brings home a baby girl he found in the grass one late night.

- read boothills lore and SOBBED. NOBODY TALK TO ME RN. anyways i had to write about his adoptive daughter but if he had a spouse at the time bc dad boothill is so precious imo cryingngnfsnakskf anyways..

- pre cyborg boothill, major boothill backstory spoilers, written before release wc 582

Boothill was home fashionably late tonight. He never specified why though, leaving you to your thoughts on his ranch. 

You both agreed to buy a farm together, considering he grew up around horses and cattle. His fathers taught him how to tend to the animals, taught him creativity, and overall gave him a fine life. 

You both had talked about having some children of your own, but that thought hadn’t become a reality due to your busy schedules. That was, though, until he walked through the door of your shared home, cradling a baby in his arms.

She was a pretty little thing- with pale blue eyes and white hair poking through her scalp. She seemed to be a newborn, with how tiny she was. 

“Look what I found, just sitting in the grass,” he said in a slight whisper, not wanting to startle the baby. “She’s pretty, ain't she?” 

Your eyes widen slightly as you sit up from your place on your shared bed. You take a sharp inhale before motioning for Boothill to hand you the baby. He carefully rests her in your arms, sitting down on your side of the bed as you hold the fragile being in your grasp. You coo to her as Boothill watches you with adoration.

“She’s gorgeous,” you smile, looking down at the girl who was happily clapping in your arms. “Do we know her parents? I’d hate to just take someone's child…”

“No parent was in sight. I also highly doubt someone would jus’ leave their kid in the middle of nowhere,” he said, patting the girl on the head. “If I find a parent, we’ll give her to em’.” 

You nod in agreement, allowing the baby to grab onto your pointer finger. She seemed so happy, you almost didn’t want to let her go. 

You both soon took her into your bathroom, running a lukewarm bath in your sink and putting the lightest type of soap you could find into the water. You wanted to give her a little bath, considering he found her outside, and you didn’t know what she’d have on her. You also didn’t know how long she’s been outside. 

You unwrapped her from the makeshift blanket Boothill tore from his shirt and set her down slowly into the water. She didn’t seem to fuss, so you proceeded to wash her body. Boothill stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at something on his phone. You finished cleaning the tiny girl before wrapping her in a soft, warm towel. 

“Babe, where are we going to find clothes for this poor thing? She’s probably freezing!” You stress, crossing your arms and sighing as you watch the little girl squirm in the towels hold. 

“I’ll head out tomorrow morning and get some necessities. ‘Was thinkin’ about those things too, like how she’s gonna eat and all that.”

“Ugh, that’s another thing to worry about,” you turn around, facing him. “Babies her age don’t eat, and I can’t produce milk.”

At this point, it was late in the night. Who knows what time, all you know is that you should be asleep. But instead, you’re up caring for a little girl who wasn’t even yours.

“Is she just going to sleep with us tonight?” He asked, getting ready for bed.

“I mean, where else would we put her? We don’t have a crib!” You lightly picked her up, placing her on your lap as you rocked her to sleep.

[starbcrnes]

Just gonna say that if you willingly racebend ocs or use barely legal idols, literally unfollow me now