#also sorry I'm inactive af

[d1s1ntegrated]

I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

You know what? Even though they depicted Aemond as an absolute cartoonish villain, I'm actually on his side because no matter how hard they try to ruin him (and are succeeding) the fact is that he's the only one who actually wants to fight. He is basically everything that's left of TG. Also, that scene on the balcony with Helaena made me feel bad for him because I think he genuinely cares about her, sees her value and acknowledges their bond (come with me to Harrenhal, help me destroy Daemon's army) . And it looked like he had a tear in the eye? It's much more than manipulation, there is something deep age genuine between them. I'm just sad they didn't have more scenes together and that they used Helaena only to make him look worse. The actors at least tried to save something of all that mess so there's that. Also, I really hate how the fans, especially TG fans, are justifying Aegon and even Alicent to some extent, but Aemond is to blame for everything?! How about no? Moreover, I hate what they did to Aegond in the Rook's Rest, but the thing is, even with Aegon and Sunfyre, the greens would be in a great disadvantage (we saw that Sunfyre is no match for Meleys, let alone vermithor, silverwing or caraxes, and Aegon is not much of a fighter either) so they would still need Dreamfyre and Helaena. That's why his request isn't about him being a crazy monster trying to force Helaena to fight (also, would people stop infantilize her), not is actually reasonable.

I won't talk about Daemon's vision and his and Rhaenyra's scene because it's stupid and corny af, but I must say that what deeply pains me is Alicent's character assassination. They literally made her betray her side twice (in ep 3 and now,) coz she practically agrees to Aemond's (and Aegon's) death and promises to open the city gates?? . And for some reason a big chunk of TG think that her actions are more justifiable than Aemond's?? She literally killed TG. And it pains me since she, Aemond and Aegon were my faves.

Anyway, sorry if this was too long. Always love to read your opinions so I had to vent. This is also my farewell to this horrible excuse of the show.

Hello!

As for Alicent - I do love her, and I try my best to keep my frustration about the things the script had her do this season directed at the writers. But damn. The "men bad, women good" agenda destroyed her character - but looks like that's not the main things the wokes care about. To them Alicent remains a decent person as long as she is not siding with her sons (especially Aemond). And the worst thing is that basically since the beginning of this season the writers have been hammering home the idea that there is no such thing as "team Green" (marketing be damned) as a unit. In the words of TB actors (I believe it was Bethany who said it first, though I might be mistaken) "They all hate each other".

And I am totally with you on the matter of Aemond remaining the only one among TG (at least those we know as we haven't met Daeron yet) who is still willing to fight. Rhaenyra literally tells Alicent she will have to eliminate all competition for the throne - and that includes not only Aegon but Aemond and Daeron as well. And people are still claiming that Aemond is wrong for trying to make his mother understand that her actions (or inaction) put all of their family into danger.

Aemond's scenes with Helaena became just a couple of tools used to make Aemond look bad, indeed. It's literally visible through Ewan and Phia's acting that they tried to show there's more to it - but it's nigh impossible to fight against the script in such cases. Ewan utters "I could have you killed" in the most vulnerable way possible - but it's still a death threat towards his sister, and many people will see it as nothing more than that.

I mean, Phia literally said that Helaena feels safer with Aemond than with Aegon and from each and every Ewan's interview where he mentioned Helaena it was clear that he likes and cherishes her character. But writers just had to ruin this relationship as well - and in such a dumb way.

Aemond's request about her joining the war might be questionable - but, once again, to me it felt like it was not even about Helaena potentially being endangered or her trauma as much as it was about her, a woman, not wanting to fight in a "men's war".

Thank you for showing your appreciation! May your next viewing experience be much better that what we had with HoTD👿

[dragon--sage]

writing patterns

ty @cleric4vampire for tagging me in this!!! and i'm tagging @sillyliterature and @darethshirl (i'm so sorry i'd tag more of you but my brain is fried af. if you see this consider yourself tagged and i would love to see them if you decide to share!!)

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

in order from newest to oldest! click the title for the link to each.

LINES

Radiant Hopeful (bg3, astarion x tav)

“Astarion, can I show you something?”

Nightswim (bg3, astarion x tav)

It was a quiet evening in camp, and Nyana was sitting a ways off from the fire, on a hollowed-out log, working on a few rather pathetic sketches of the local plant life.

Spark That Set the Pyre (bg3, astarion x tav, explicit)

Most nights, when Astarion fed off Nyana, she tried to keep her interest and involvement as prim and polite as possible.

The Chivalrous Charlatan (bg3, astarion x tav)

Astarion was going to kill the sorcerer.

Someone I Like Better (bg3, astarion x tav, explicit)

It was night and day, how completely things had changed between Astarion and Nyana, after Cazador had been finished—after the graveyard.

Sunstruck (bg3, astarion x tav)

“Pouting? Or plotting?”

Places of Oblivion (dragon age inquisition, unfinished solavellan modern au, explicit)

Ellana, usually, did not fuck with dating apps.

No Better Waste of Time (dragon age inquisition, unfinished solavellan fix-itish longfic, explicit)

In a darkened attic with a vaulted ceiling, many cobwebs, and one industrious family of rats (who liked to keep to themselves), Ellana Lavellan sat cross-legged in front of an inactive but intact eluvian, her reflection a glaring smudge in the warped surface of the silvery glass.

Her Eyes the Stars (dragon age inquisition, solavellan)

Her eyes — Void take him — he could easily spend a century trying to capture the way their startling amber color appeared in different lighting.

Etha, Ama (dragon age inquisiiton, solavellan, explicit)

It was Satinalia — Feastday.

and bonus even though it's not within the last 10 i have such a soft spot for this fic:

Cry Havoc! (dragon age inquisition, gen fic, background solavellan)

Marquise Briala and Empress Celene were clearly arguing, but Ellana Lavellan was going to interrupt them anyway.

PATTERNS

Um these are all products of my respective hyperfixations on solavellan and tavstarion, so there's that. I see a few long ass run ons, as I expected ahahhaa, but also short, clipped ones. Only a few are in between. Some of them drop you right into the action and others are more scene-setting. The em dash (l m a o). Other than that I think I've been looking at this too long to see anything except my own questionable grammatical choices 😂

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my penchant for info dumping scene-setting run ons makes this extremely difficult but in case anyone else wants to try:

Vixstarria's additional rule: see if you can arrange the lines into a semi-coherent crackfic.

[risetmntblog]

hello!

sorry i've been so inactive on this blog. my hyperfixations have shifted between COTL, ROTTMNT and HTTYD a lot recently, and i've been super busy with other things. (mental health, volunteering, trying to make some money bc i'm broke af-)

i've been re-reading Cas's C.A.S. for the past few days, plus i have a bunch of tmnt posts saved in my likes. also! i've been following @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp ! check them out! i'll be updating the blog intro post and fic recs, too.

i'll try to get some posts queued up for the blog today, but i probably won't be as active as i used to be. sorry about that.

[norttinson]

hi norttinson i've sent you 3 asks and i'm going crazy because i cant find your fight club edit to supercut anymore is there any way you can repost i loved it so much :(

ahhhh i’m sorry my ask box/ notifs are broken af (it’ll say i have a certain amount of asks but will only show me like 2) i think bc i’ve had this blog for so long and have just gone through so many periods of being active/inactive that staff just said fuck it 😭 anyways it’s still posted here it is and i also just reblogged it so it’s more recent on my page :~)

[i-smell-sass]

Guys i am so sorry I've been inactive with writing fanfics lately stuff has just been difficult and school is beating my ass. I WILL try to write all the requests and maybe stuff i feel like in Easter/spring break!! I'll get a tablet too for my birthday probably so you'll get some art maybe! Love you guys /p thx for following and liking/reblogging my shit even tho I'm not writing fanfics rn !!

Also the homophobic guys in my class are annoying af 💀 bitches think it's a choice like yeah let me just get hatecrimed for the trend/sarc

Stupid motherfuckers

Also take my carrd bitches

[helloiamnin]

September 23 log

i'm starting a log here! hello i am nin.

i have places at instagram and tiktok too, but still inactive. for now i'm gonna show up here for daily logs. inspired by someone here that writes up their day, comfort, and uplift themselves, i too wanna made something like that.

this could easily done in a journal, like i usually do, but i'm kinda wanna try this thing. maybe i'll try to rewrite these stuff after this on my journal.

so, today.

i didn't do much i think.

morning - went out to eat and shop

i ate soto and some chicken skin satay. then we go out to a gardening/farming shop. my mom want to buy some stuff for her orchids. after that i manage to influenced my mom to visit a supermarket to buy ice cream. well, we did buy ice cream. we got those little tubs. my mom got the kopyor flavored one, i got the strawberry flavored one. we also buy chicken breasts, some baked noodles, pumpkin, sweet corn, and garlic cream cheese. once at home i make a sandwich filled with the garlic cream cheese. it was so good, i decided to make another one along with a small bowl of ice cream. the ice cream is delicious.

noon - nap i think, cooking and lunch

i think i have some nap time. i decided to cook; sauted cabbage, enoki mushroom, onion, egg, and chicken, steamed potato, a glass of cold flavored water, cut up banana and brownie.

afternoon - chores and dinner

i did my chores; turning on lights, washing dishes, watering the plants, and cleaning out the litterbox. then my mom went to the doctor for the monthly check up and medication refills. my mom came back with dinner, chicken satay and fried noodles. an unlikely pair but tasty nonetheless.

we now arrive at the time i write this up. i finished up my water bottle (2L) which is a good thing. sorry to say, I didn't touch my laptop at all today. my room is still messy af too. i just felt functional today y'know.

oh i kinda want to clean out the railings in the balcony, maybe tomorrow(?)

even if i didn't do the things i planned with my psychologist yesterday to do today, like working on my undergrad thesis, i did function well! i didn't feel so much tired. and overall the mood was okay today.

i need to wash my hair tomorrow, my hair's been oily. also my mom and i need to visit my dad's grave tomorrow.

so i guess that's 3?

3 things to remember by tomorrow i mean.

- dad's grave

- clean out the balcony railing

- wash my hair

oh also

- work on my thesis

turns out after writing all of this up, i don't have much energy left to write it in my journal so... yeah... see you tomorrow.

[maiverie]

🧀 anon joining the CIA as in Central Intelligence Agency??? 😲

AND NO‼️here we do not apologize for prioritizing our mental health and other things in life !! actually when i pressed "sent" my internet was cut off so i was kinda scared my ask was deleted/ u didn't receive it 😵

i live in vietnam !! (also for the record i didn't know u live in australia until i scrolled a bit 😗) AND NOOO UR VIET IS FINE! (most of the media i watch/ read is in english + limited social interactions so my viet is just tragic... and i literally live in the country🧍‍♀️(the "i'm turning into a white woman" audio is literally me 😭) like can u believe i only know abt the new slangs and all after downloading tiktok (DAWG THIS IS EMBARRASSING 😭😭)

TYSM cuz some of the majors i might aim for has literature in it and well over the years i've considered literature my #1 enemy... (it's literally a joke/ univeral knowledge in my family (+extended) 🥲) UR ADVICE WASN'T IRRELEVANT ‼️‼️ IT'S ACTUALLY USEFUL FOR PART 1 IN THE TESTS (where they gave you part of a poem/ a paragraph and ask you to analyze the method and ur thoughts on the message)

mùa thu ở đây mát với trời mây mây, đỡ nắng còn mùa hè ở thành phố em thì nắng nóng ko chịu nỗi luôn, mùa đông mà tối đi á gió nhiều, có mấy bữa em bệnh chỉ vì thời tiết đó 🫠

enhypen. that's it. that's the thought cuz 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (heeseung singing despacito got me 😳)

à chị cũng đừng cảm thức áp lực về việc inactive/ active trên đây hay viết truyện nha, để tránh bị burnout/ mất động lực á 💝 (im sorry if this sounds like im forcing u 😭😭 i don't know how to word it but i hope u get what i mean 🫶🫶🫶)

- em anon ☆

EXACTLYYYY im like ?? HUH??? CIA ???!!$&@

also yep i’m in australia rn 😭😭 which means i’m far away from everything 😟💔 also OMGGG whereabouts in vn do u live?? :0 my dad is from sóc trăng and my mum is from rạch giá !!! unfortunately i was born & raised here so my viet is like questionable at best (but thank u anyway for the encouragement hsjdjsjsj) and it doesn’t help that i don’t have many viet speaking friends 😭😭 i rlly gotta brush up on my viet tho (i’m actually visiting next yr hehehe) and ALSO DAWG WYS YOURE LITERALLY FLUENT ???? NOT U SAYING ALL THIS TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER I CANT 😭😭😭😭 AND HAJDJAA THATS SO FUNNY PLS EDUCATE ME ON ALL THE SLANG COS I LITERALLY DO NOT COMMUNICATE W ANYONE BUT MY PARENTS IN VIET SO IDK ANYTHING THATS LIKE YOUNG OR MODERN IF YK WHAT I MEAN 💀💀💀 i’ve tried to understand some but damn they’re complicated af like wth wdym gòy soq is supposed to be rồi xong idk if it’s just me cos i only ever speak viet to old ass people but like WHAT ??)&@$ it’s okay lucky i have u to guide me 😽🙏🙏

and omgggg no way??? so if not lit, what do u plan on studying for uni? :o ALSO AAAA IM GLAD !!! my exams for english were always the same 😭 they always gave us various texts and we just had to analyse + write essays on them so that’s what i rambled on abt devices and stuff BHSJDJJS

hahaha chị chỉ đi vn 1 lần (lâu quá r… chắc khoảng 10-12 năm? 😟). khi đó mùa hè, rồi chị kb đại sao mọi người mặc áo tay dài, nhưng sau 1-2 ngày chị mới hiểu đc mắy con muỗi ở vn là… idk … FUCKING RABID????? 😭😭💀 my GAWD chị ghét nhứt bị cắn con đó $@2@8;93&( đang nhớ lại chị bị ngứa 😭😭 aaaa thiết ha?? tội nghiệp em quá 😭😭 pls take care of urself 🥹💓💖🫶

ALSO OMG HAVE U SEEN THE NEW PICS FROM THEIR CONCERT IM SKFELFIEOIROEIRKDS (also IS HEESEUNG UR BIAS TOO??? idk if you’ve already told me or not 🫢 but it’s 2am here & my brain is half dead) also i’m not sure if you stan aespa or not but i believe they were recently in vn 🥹🥹💖

ALSO THANK U MY LOVE!!!!! aiya chị thương em quá nhiều so pls pls take care of urself and eat lots of healthy food MWAH MWAH 😽😽🫶🫶

[coffee-and-hollands]

my friend told me that she was cheating on her boyfriend with her bf's best friend (who was also my hs crush) and had been for 3 *years* i- 😂😂 they've broken up now but they were together for 5 years!! and in year 12, while they were together, my hs crush was also in a relationship 😂😂 & i'm not even surprised!! i feel so bad for him (her ex) because he was so nice and she is a dick, and my hs crush is a dick and it's like some teen movie bullshit! 😂 i'm a side character in a shitty movie 😂

ngl the first time I read this I was tired and got so fuckin confused I had to come back today and re-read it. Bro like legit wtf. That’s a shitty 2000s teen rom com right there, all the drama. 

[nightwonder7]

That’s quite a sight to behold.

[0tt-3r]

Hiii I really love your s/o start about the black phone .I was woundering if I can request one about when they are Dating someone with ADHD

The Black Phone's characters ft. a s/o with ADHD:

Including: Vance Hopper, Bruce Yamada, Robin Arellano, Finney Blake

Tw: none!

Author's note: Hii! I'm so sorry I've been really inactive these days- I'm just sick af, I think I got a flu or something 😰 Anyway, English is still not my mother tongue so don't the possible mistakes!!

Vance Hopper:

- Let's be honest, at the beginning of your relationship with Vance, you argued a lot about your forgetfulness

- Like he was always mad at you because you forgot to join him at the GrabN'Go or because you forgot his birthday

- But he always tries to remain calm and convinces himself that you didn't wanted to have ADHD! <3

- So from now on, he always slides little notes in your backpack or even in your pencil case to let you know when and where you'll have to join him or when important dates are coming up!

- I totally see him writing these notes on his kitchen table after diner, struggling to find the right words to use in order to make you remember in a few words what you'll have to do next day 🥲👍

Bruce Yamada:

- HE IS SO ADORABLE I WANNA DIE.

- Okay so obviously he knows you have ADHD and he did some research on it!

- But he found something that is really relatable to you: you capacity of being easily distracted. According to his research, he shouldn't be parenting you, so whenever you're getting distracted ( while doing a task for instance ) he'll give you a gentle reminder on what you were doing 😔🤌

- "- That's nice y/n! You almost finished your homework! I'm going to help you with this exercise and then we'll go outside, okay?"

- He' always cheering up on you, unlike Vance he isn't the type of person to yell at you because you weren't capable of finishing some stuff because of your ADHD!

Robin Arellano:

- Doesn't know a single thing about ADHD 👍 The first time you mentioned it, he was like "ADH..What??"

- He secretly finds it cute when you're zoning out/daydreaming but he also thinks that it is scary-

- One time he deadass told you that you looked like a zombie when you eating in the cafeteria, looking at an invisible dot.

- But trust me he regret it and now whenever you're zoning out, he shakes your shoulder gently ( he won't snap his fingers before your eyes because he thinks it's too brutal ) and ask what you were thinking of!

- He's always trying to make long conversations to avoid you zoning out!

Finney Blake:

- If you have issues completing tasks, Finn is the solution!

- He always give you small tasks in relation with your personal life, like cleaning your room if you are disorganized, doing your homework, doing housework and all while helping you!

- He knows that you are kinda sensitive, so he will never take you to his house because of his abusive father! And if you are crying, he is a good shoulder to cry on, trust me!

- Like he will pay your back, shushing you slowly, praising you for what you did today, even though what you did was really small!! <3

- WOULD DEFINITELY make you count stars when you're stargazing!! Each time you success to count a little more than the previous time, he always make sure to praise you! 😔

[madewithspice]

Erwin Smith headcanons I need to get out of my chest

Warnings: maybe some cuss words, mentions of smoking? Idk if that's a warning.

Sorry for being inactive for a long time. Both of us have to deal with uni. Enjoy my Erwin thoughts. I could go on and on about that man. Tell me if you want pt2

First of all Erwin has a neat handwriting. It's so delicate and sooo aesthetic. It stays neat even when he's in a rush. Such a perfectionist

He's a mirror splasher. He washes his face so aggressively in the morning that the water goes everywhere. Plus he doesn't dry his face he lets the water drip until it dries itself (hghhh so hot)

I believe he walks very veryyy fast and you have to jog in order to reach his steps. His long arse legs don't help that

THUNDEROUS SNEEZES!! You can't tell me I'm wrong I sense it in my heart that when he sneezes everyone jumps out of their places. He believes that the louder the sneeze the better you feel so be prepared

Moody when he's sick. He hates not being productive so he will be bitchy. He won't let you take care of him anddd he'll insist he's fine even if he's burning up (he appreciates your efforts though)

Not because Im greek but he's into greek mythology. Now listen to me. HE GIVES HADES VIBES and I won't take no as an answer. I believe Hades is one of his favourites because he's a misunderstood god

Not to push the doctor Erwin agenda but I'll push it. If he was a doctor he'd definitely be that one that looks serious af but tells medical jokes. Also every nurse had a crush on him at least once because he's very polite. He'd be a cardiologist I'm 100% sure no further explanation (you know dedicate your hearts?)

Sometimes he doesn't get jokes immediately and you have to repeat them. He won't get them again but will just nod and say ohhh. 20 mins later he'll start laughing alone because he got it. Definitely a knee slapper when he laughs

He sighs a LOT. For no reason most of the times. He just likes to let a deep breath

He MANSPREADS. Imagine after a long day he sits on his couch spreading those beautiful juicy thighs. One hand behind his head and with the other one he's smoking

Speaking about smoking. Yeah he smokes. Do I even have to explain it?? That man is stressed af all the times. He needs a break. Erwin smoking>>>>> everything else in this world

Winks winks winks. He does that a lot and he doesn't know the effect he has on people! One wink of his could kill me

That's it for the moment. I can't stop thinking about this man

-Markie

[goldenlandfiascos]

here’s a video that absolutely no one asked for of my cat whom i named after that one bitch in umineko

[chaotic-queer-disaster]

Hi, I'm a teen who's been diagnosed with ADHD for around 4 years now, and I'm starting to realize that I happen to have a lot of typically autistic traits and habits, and I was wondering if you have any good recommendations on places to do more research? I would like to know more about it, but I'm not sure where to start. Thanks!!

other, separate anon:

Hiya! i read your pinned so im not going to ask about anything professional, but I will ask if you know any trustworthy sources to look for more info? i cant get diagnosed for family reasons but despite that my parents *still* bring up the fact that they think im on the spectrum.

yet another anon:

hi hi! i just discovered ur blog and i rly love how so much of ur values align w mine. i feel safe here. im sorry if u've answered this before, but ive been questioning whether im autistic (or maybe have adhd) for a while now. and ik u're pro-educated self dx, so i was wondering what are ways i could do more research? idk if that makes sense. but i feel like what ive learned is not enough. i also realize i mask a lot of my traits and recently, my special interest involve people who are neurodivergent and they've made me embrace these traits more so i feel like im better at understanding myself. thank you for your time :)

~

I'm answering these together since they're all anon anyway and mostly asking the same thing. Some resources for figuring out if you're autistic include:

Resource Library - Autistic Women & Nonbinary Network (i have a personal vendetta against the phrase "women and nonbinary people", as a nonbinary person, but that aside the resources themselves seem good.)

Resource Library - ASAN (autisticadvocacy.org) (plus ASAN in general)

Diagnostic Criteria | Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) | NCBDDD | CDC -- this is the actual criteria, examining it and how it lines up to your feelings & experiences is a good place to start

Welcome to the Autistic Community (autismacceptance.com)

The #actuallyautistic tag on many social media platforms is also a space where you can see autistic people talk about our experiences and how you may relate, as well as autism-focused blogs like @.autism-resources, @.autistic-af, myself, and the now-inactive but still readable @.autism-asks, and but I caution you to not use that as your only or main resource.

You can also look for autism-friendly therapists that may help, talk to your doctor about your suspicions and have them help you, or reach out to your local autistic advocacy group (not all places have them, but some do). Preferably find one run by autistic people. I want to stress this part, because imo the best way to try and figure out if you're autistic is to talk to a lot of autistic people or autistic-friendly people who are willing to help you.

And a final note: do NOT look for answers from Autism Speaks. They won't help you, and they're inaccurate and ableist.

I wish you all good luck in figuring yourselves out!

[fatuismooches]

Hello, how have you been? I hope you are doing well 🙏🙏

Its been a while since i saw u active, i miss your rambling and i also worried about u. I hope you dont push yourself too hard there 😔

-🥝

Haha, you may be a psychic 🥝 anon, because I was planning to actually post a request later tonight😌 It's almost done, long af and a part 2 to the fragile reader post

I'm sorry about the inactivity and I miss rambling too 😭💔😭💔😭💔 But don't worry, I'm planning to make a post with a whole compilation of anon asks and answer them all because I have a lot of rambling I want to do! I'm doing fine over here, I hope you are too 🥝anon and everyone else💓💓

[casiavium]

rant in tags. personally I like reading about other people's problems. Distracts from my own akajsjagk

I'm on mobile I'm doing this instead of a read more lol