#and I just want me and her to be friends and super close

[shouyuus]

What about... Vi teaching you how to trib, as a friend of course... I don't know why I'm obsessed with the idea of her being all flustered when you ask her to show you since you've never done it before.

with friends like these

violet; super duper 18+, smut/fluff, lesbian pining, college roommate!vi au (kinda)

"f-fuck -- fuck, vi -- mm -- ngh --"

"j-juuuust like that -- c'mon --" vi is panting, her cheeks so warm her head is starting to spin, and she's not quite sure how she got here -- well no, she knows exactly how she got here -- but she can't quite think for the way she's got you trembling beneath her, your sodden cunts sliding against each other as you dig your nails into her arms, your head thrown back into the lumpy material of her pillow, her name on your lips like a curse or a prayer.

she groans, rucking her hips against yours, shifting her leg to find a better angle. you keen, mouth falling open in a soft pant, your finger scrabbling at her arms. she grins -- a half-feral thing, as she leans down, if only to watch you fall apart for her from as close as she can possibly get.

"vi, vi, vi!"

"yeah? gonna cum for me, pretty girl? gonna show me how good this feels?" she breaths, grunting as she hoists your thigh over her hip and fucks herself down over you all the harder.

it'd been a strange sort of conversation to have on a thursday night, you and her, drunk and high (respectively), sprawled out on the old couch in your living room, vi chuckling as you stutter yourself into a deeper and deeper corner --

"it's just -- i've never understood how it works --"

vi takes another long hit of her j, blowing out smoke, "what? scissoring?"

your blush darkens as you crinkle your nose.

"y-yeah! like how --" you place your mug of box-wine on the table and hold up both of your hands, two fingers extended as you try to simulate the motion, "it just doesn't seem like it'd be -- pleasant?"

vi grins, a bit too wide, reaches out with one of her hands to catch yours, tugging you closer.

"it's not like that -- chill -- chill -- relax your fingers, or -- legs -- whatever --" she giggles, head tipping back as she tries to wrangle one of your hands between both of hers, trying not to think too hard on the way you let yourself be manhandled into her lap, how easily you give into her instructions, how your skin smells just a bit like pastry bread, sweet and buttery and utterly, mind-bendingly delicious.

she swallows, frowning at your hand in hers --

"usually, you're like --" she tries to show you with her fingers criss-crossed with yours, "face to face, but like -- your legs are crossed --"

you giggle, watching as she tries to slot her fingers between yours.

you grab her hands in yours, shaking your head, tipping back even as she tries to yank you back into her.

"at this point, it'd be easier for you to just show me --"

your breath cuts off as vi's hands tighten around you, hauling you up and over her lap, so that somehow, you end up straddling her, your arms propped on her shoulders, your thighs on either side of her hips, her palms warm on your waist as you fight for a breath that she's long-since stolen.

there's a storm brewing behind the horizons of her ocean eyes, and lightning strikes against the flintstones in your stomach, setting your body ablaze as she bites her lips and looks up at you, her eyes going dark in the static-ridden light.

"yeah? you... you want me to show you how it's done?"

you swallow, saltwater and caramel, slick and sweet down your throat as you search her eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

you find none -- only the hard-lined want you'd become oh-so familiar with as the days went on. the way you'd catch her watching you sometimes, right after you shower, the way you'd find yourself watching her, when she's trying to show off how well she a can flip a pancake in the pan, in nothing but boxers and a tank top.

"i-is that weird?" you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

vi lets out a soft groan, her eyes darkening as she catches the gesture.

"no -- i mean -- we're friends, right?" she asks, her voice so laced with want she can almost taste it.

you nod, your eyes caught in the net of her gaze, almost in a trance as you let your eyes slick down to her lips.

she leans up to kiss you; you lean down to let her.

it's simple after that -- and so, so easy -- her hoisting you up easy as anything, the pair of you tumbling into her bed, her asking in a voice that's almost a whisper (as if she's afraid she'll wake one of you up from this tender, tenuous daydream) --

"is this okay?"

you nod, eager, fingers sliding into her hair as she groans and peels the sleep shorts from you, tugging down your underwear along with it.

it's only been ten minutes, but vi thinks that it's been centuries, or perhaps only the span of a few seconds. she can't think when she's got you pinned beneath her like this, and she knows she must look a bit unhinged from where you are, sweat shining on her skin as she works her hips down over yours, intent on finding just the perfect angle.

"vi -- oh -- that feels --"

"a-ah fuck, princess -- holy shit --" vi jerks above you, a familiar coil tightening in her stomach as she tries to slow down her pace, to draw it out -- she wants to savor this, to remember this --

"vi -- vi -- mmngh -- th-that's s-so good -- you're making me -- oh god --" you're tugging on her arms, fingers looping around her wrists like bracelets, squeezing her tight as your head tips back and vi leans down to sink her teeth into the bared skin of your throat.

"shit, shit, shit -- no one's gonna -- gonna make you feel this good, hm? pretty g-girl -- no one but me -- fuck --" she rolls her hips, a breath hitching out of her as she feels your swollen clits catch, and then you're squirming beneath her, wetness slicking down your puffy pussy lips, the slick of it nearly throwing her off-pace as she sucks a dark hickey into your skin.

"o-only you, vi -- fuck, please, please, please --" you cum with a hard spasm, fire eating through you as vi whines into the crook of your neck, her own orgasm hitting her half a second later. and it's all you can do to reach out and hold her to you, letting her ride out the waves of her pleasure in soft jerks and heavy pants against you.

"h-hoooly shit..." vi puffs out a laugh against your collarbones as she pushes herself back up. you blink blearily up at her, a tired giggle bubbling out of you as vi pulls back and you both grimace at the soft shluck of your bodies coming apart, sticky with cum and sweat and whatever else.

"w-well --" you say, "i -- that was -- i think i get it now --"

vi stares at you for a second before breaking into a fit of laughter. you join in a second later, reaching for a wad of tissues from her bedside table and handing her a few. she takes it from you with a wide grin.

"and you thought it wouldn't be pleasant."

you crinkle your nose, making a face as the pair of you try in vain to mop up the mess between your bodies. vi holds out her hand for your tissue and you hesitate for a second before dropping it into her open palm.

"thanks," you say.

vi shrugs, biting her lip, her nose ring glinting in the warm glow of her study lamp. she turns to toss both wads into the trash bin by the door. you whoop as they fall in, one after the other.

"what are friends for, right?" she asks, turning back around with a loping grin. there's a kaleidoscope of color caught in the rings of her eyes, and a sadness that you don't have the time to unpack. so you shove back the wince that threatens to shake apart your composure at her words and smile right back.

"y-yeah -- right -- friends."

but you're pretty sure friends don't do what you and vi just did. and friends definitely don't wander back to their own room later that night, the smell of her still on your skin, a pulsing want echoing between your legs, a threading need ticking beneath your ribcage at the thought of her name.

[glossykissies]

clark and his gf who’s all sad because her friends keep ditching her and he’s trying to make her feel better.

love you so much on both blogs!

i like this as bsf!clark who’s in love with you so he hangs out with you and all your girl friends and is basically apart of your group — just so he can be near to you.

you’d planned a girls night, and clark was fine with that because… well, he had stuff to do around the barn anyway. you’d been excitedly rambling about it all week — buying facemasks, ordering pizza and pulling out the best girly romcom dvds to ensure a perfect night… until they all cancelled.

you were a sweet, sensitive soul who didn’t take well to disappointment, so clark’s heart sank when the phone rang, your best friend picking up only to be met with your snivels.

“look, hey, don’t cry — i’ll come over, okay?” he coo’s, his natural instinct being to coddle you and just hope it didn’t come off as patronising. you usually seemed to like it.

“what— what about the barn? ‘said you were busy with it tonight—”

“ah, the barn can wait.” he blows it off. you can’t see him but you know he waved his hand as he said it as if to convince you even more of its unimportance. “my old man’ll understand. he thinks you’re a total angel. infact i think he’d be more mad at me if i didn’t go to see you.”

you sniff, twiddling pathetically with the phones curly wire. “well… if you’re sure…”

“completely sure. i’ll be over there as fast as i can.”

clark was a little too excited, having to convince himself not to use his super speed.

he didn’t expect you to be so upset however, ending up beside you on the couch with a hand on your back as you cried. he knew it would be rude to ask if your emotions had anything to do with your menstruation cycle, he wanted to slap himself for even thinking of it — but he wondered if that had a part to play.

“i just feel like i always put in effort with people but there’s always something more important.” you rant, swiping beneath your eyes in frustration. clark shuffles closer, tentatively placing a hand on your back.

“mhm?” he urges you on in a gentle tone, hoping to ease you into a more relaxed mood.

“i was excited.” you pout, turning to face him — seeming to be at the end of your meltdown. he presses his lips together with a sympathetic smile.

“yeah, i figured. i mean, look at all this effort you went through setting this up.” clark validates you, lifting a hand to gesture to the way you’d decorated the living room with snacks and movie options, blankets strewn across the couch creating a comfortable atmosphere. “i suppose we’ll have to enjoy it just the two of us.” he grins, mindful of his tone — not wanting to seem like he wanted to take advantage of this situation, even if he secretly did.

“you’ll even do facemasks with me?” you let a smile slip, peering up at him through wet eyelashes. he grimaces like he’s pretending to think about it as you giggle, now being the one to shuffle closer to him.

“you gonna put cucumbers on my eyes?”

“oh yes, the full spa experience.” you tease, and clark can’t help but reach up and brush the final tear off your cheek with a fond smile. you lean happily into his hand, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i’m lookin’ forward to it.”

clark effortlessly takes your mind off things, a natural at distracting you with dumb dad jokes, debating over pizza toppings and lastly making silly observations about the rom-com you’d landed on.

you’re sleepy — clark had noticed you always got sleepy after eating a big meal, and after tearing through copious amounts of pizza you’d allowed yourself to lay on his chest, tired eyes glued to the screen as he strokes your back, afraid to even breathe wrong incase you come to your senses and crawl off him.

you couldn’t help it, he was just so big and warm — it would be a waste for him to take up all that space and for you not to use it. you figured you were close enough to cuddle anyway, thigh cocked up in a half straddle on his lap, sleepily giggling at a point he made.

“i just don’t get why the main love interest is being played by a forty year old.” he shrugs and you chortle harder against him.

“y’so warm.” you muse out of nowhere, drunk on tiredness. it had to be nearing 2am at this point; and you’d totally let your guard down. you feel his heart skip a beat against your ear.

“uh— really? oh, well… thanks. i think?”

“s’a good thing clarkie.” you shift until you’re looking up at him, faces inches away, body to body. clark licks his lips, brows furrowed slightly as tries (and fails) not to glance at your mouth. “thank you for hanging out with me.”

“y—eah.” he rasps, voice breaking at the low volume. he clears his throat, and you take an extra second longer to look at him before dropping your head back down, body getting heavier over the minutes that pass as you slowly succumb to sleep. clark stays awake, unable to sleep a wink, too consumed by the feeling of you on top of him.

[hermetichulijing]

this is so true. anyone can be abusive, and hell it doesn't even have to be physical. people can use verbal abuse just as much as physical. I have lived in an extremely controlling household, my mom never let me talk to anyone, even my sister. I couldn't speak without her putting the words in my mouth so I could spit them back out how she wants. Abuse, in all its forms, is very real. It doesn't matter if it's a boyfriend, father, girlfriend, mother, sister, brother, partner, sibling, friend, anyone of any gender and any role in your life can be abusive. If someone tries to force you into behavior you're not comfortable with and threatens to leave you if you don't obey, that's abuse. If someone threatens to hurt you, that's abuse. If someone pins blame on you for things that aren't your fault, and gets mad at you about it, that's abuse. Putting super strict limits on things you can or can't do, and screaming at you for hours if you disobey? Abuse. And abuse can hide behind friendly faces. People who are abusers can act super kind in public, and be a monster behind closed doors. If anyone tells you they're in a bad situation, or they're being abused, believe them. You don't know what's going on in their life when you aren't around.

women are capable of abusing men, people gotta snap out of this.

my sister is 13 years older than me. i've always had an estranged relationship with her, but once i learned about how she has treated her 2 husbands, i became utterly disturbed. her first husband was a very kind, quiet man who put together computers and played trumpet. he had big dreams to become a professional trumpet player. not only did my sister constantly mock him for this, but she also mocked him for having no interest in sex. he was very likely asexual and she tormented him over this

her second husband was also very kind and she treated him like absolute shit as well. he has since passed, but while he was living, she would threaten to physically assault him when he got on her nerves. once in the car with her, she told me she told him "If I snap and hit you, nobody will believe you. You can go to the cops all you want, but they'll laugh at you and won't believe you for saying you as a 6' tall man got beat up by a 5' 4" woman."

my sister is not physically weak. she does a lot of DIY projects by herself. she very well could injure someone gravely if she tried. my sister also constantly misgenders me and talks down to me for being a man and not wanting to call me that. i am physically disabled and she has yelled at me before for not shoveling snow for her, and telling me that if i'm a man i need to "Act like one" which in her mind meant do physical labor. she would get pissed off at our neighbors who were men because they wouldn't automatically try to help her with her yardwork and chores.

this isn't accounting for the shit that my mom did, either. i have one very vivid memory of her smacking me so hard my jaw clicked out of place.

women can be assholes. women can be abusive. we have to stop pretending this doesn't happen because the victims of this abuse never get to talk about their experiences. we can't continue to let shit like this happen. women can hurt people. acknowledge this

[electricneonvalkyrie]

I think it's worth noting that when we sleep facing someone, it often indicates emotional closeness and trust.

I'm not sure if it was intentional to have Manny next to Abby here, but it makes sense when you consider their overall connection.

Abby's decision to stay in the library while Manny has a guest over is intriguing to me.

It feels like such a layered choice.

Abby is highly regarded within the WLF. Interactions in The Stadium and FOB demonstrate this. Although she values deep connections over superficial ones, and maintains a close-knit inner circle, Abby is clearly loved by many.

If she needed a comfortable couch to crash on, or a more secure and private place to stay than the library, she'd absolutely have that option.

Here's why I think she picked the library:

🌙She’s suffering from continual, intense nightmares that border on night terrors.

From personal experience, I believe Abby is likely feeling shame and embarrassment about this. Early in the game, while in the Jackson lodge, Abby asks Owen if she’d been sleep talking. It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but it clearly bothers her.

My suspicion is that she's only comfortable sleeping alone, or near Manny, her trusted friend and roommate, and avoids the proximity of anyone else while she navigates this crippling experience.

🌙It might be emotionally overwhelming for Abby to ask to stay with someone, even a close friend. Despite their willingness to help and spend time with her, she probably doesn't want to be a burden. She likely wants to avoid awkwardness and imposition, and the library offers a safe emotional distance from others.

🌙Abby's exhaustion is palpable; the effort of social interactions probably feels monumental as she struggles to balance her responsibilities with her deteriorating mental health.

🌙For Abby, solitude is a sanctuary, a place where she can escape the noise and replenish her frazzled mental and physical state.

The quiet allows her to recharge. Her agonizing, slow rise from the makeshift bed in the library, accompanied by her pained groans, shows just how far she is pushing herself. How far Isaac is pushing her. It's heartbreaking to see her taken advantage of by her leader, a situation perpetuated by her attempts to escape her own thoughts.

🌙The library might represent a sense of normalcy amidst the violence and chaos.

The books and literature surrounding Abby likely offer significant sensory comfort, perhaps even evoking positive memories of her father and the stability he provided amidst her turbulent childhood.

Because truthfully, being a Firefly was no walk in the park either. I'd be pretty engrossed in any stories written about their time in The Fireflies, as I'm sure there's trauma attached there as well.

🌙I wonder if to some degree, isolating herself from others acts as a self-imposed penance, keeping herself at arm’s length from her friends.

The crushing weight of her Jackson decisions, the relentless, gnawing pursuit of revenge, and her suffocating isolation all point to a subconscious battle, perhaps a silent, self-inflicted form of punishment in a sense.

Which makes me super sad for Abby, because as someone who also lives with PTSD and nightmares/night terrors, I fundamentally understand how painful this can be at times.

I think her friendship with Manny is unique and their dynamic is incredibly well written. When she loses him, it's devastating... although as players, we don't necessarily get to see the depth of it.

I wouldn't be surprised if Abby and Lev spent many nights by the campfire rehashing old memories as she moves through her grief.

[sinnabarmoth]

The LI's Sisters

I had this idea for a headcanon and can't stop thinking about it! If the LIs had a sister how would that sister interact with MC/you? I also came up with names for all of them just because I could!

Zayne: Zayne has a younger sister by about 2 years named Eviana who is just polar opposite of Zayne. Where he's sorta quiet and serious all the time Eviana is loud and high energy. You met Zayne and Eviana at the same time when you were kids. Eviana immediately called dibs on you as her best friend and would not let Zayne hang out with you two and whenever you did hang out with Zayne she was constantly blocking him from you. Then they moved away and you didn't see them again until you were adults. Eviana was the first to reach out and you got reacquainted with Zayne sorta through her and shortly after started dating him which kind annoyed Eviana. But in that way that your friend says she thinks your brother is hot and you look at him and see just an annoying creature.

"You're in love with my brother?"

"Yes."

"Really?

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"She's sure, Evi."

"No one's talking to you, best friend stealer!"

Xavier: Xavier and his sister are actually twins, his sister's name is Izarra. Now you met Izarra way before you met Xavier. You two went to the same university and met in class, became quick friends, you were also co-workers at this part time job at a little on campus cafe. She's a lot more bubbly and extroverted compared to Xavier. You knew that Izarra had a twin brother but you didn't really ever see pictures of him so you didn't know what he would look like outside of being a male version of Izarra. So when you met Xavier and started dating it wasn't until Izarra was trying to make birthday plans with you that you realized the boyfriend you had been telling her about is also her twin brother.

"What do you think of going to a club for my birthday?"

"Sounds fun! Wait, your birthday is the 16th, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Dang it. That's my boyfriend's birthday too!"

"You're kidding. You know I've never actually met this super hot boyfriend of yours now that I think about it."

"Oh right, here's a picture of him. His name is Xavier."

"...that's my brother."

"What?!"

Rafayel: Rafayel has an older sister named Damita who is a lot like him, has a lot of sass to her, a bit dramatic, but is more mature in that way being the eldest sibling/sister makes you. You met Damita before Rafayel when she stepped in to scare off a creepy guy hitting on you at the bar. Damita actually introduced you to Rafayel because she thought you two would get along really well. Despite introducing you two and being happy that you are dating she likes ragging on Rafayel and finds it hilarious when she ends up cockblocking him.

"Dame! You cannot keep barging into my house whenever you want!"

"Oh? Because you're busy making your masterpieces or because you might be fucking?"

"Both!"

"Hey, be nice to your big sister."

"She is only 14 months older than me! We are practically the same age!"

"And yet the only way you got a girlfriend is because of me."

"I'm gonna come to your house in the middle of the night and steal your wi-fi router and all your towels. I swear to god I will do it!"

"For fuck's sake..."

Sylus: Sylus has an older sister that is like 5 or more years older than him named Juno. Juno is 5' 11" naturally but 6' 4" when in stilettos, basically a carbon copy of Sylus personality wise with a resting bitch face that is absolutely terrifying. You didn't even know Sylus had a sister until he was lying in bed with you and he got a text from his sister telling him she was dropping by for a visit. Honestly, that is the only time you saw Sylus get close to scared. Juno adores you, spoils you when she stops by for visits, even flirts with you and you're not sure if she's joking or legitimately trying to steal you from Sylus.

"This shade of lipstick is absolutely perfect on you, my darling. Makes it hard to resist such pretty lips."

"Thanks for buying it for me. I normally wouldn't pay that much for a single tube of lipstick--"

"Think nothing of it. A beautiful girl like you deserves to splurge. I mean, when was the last time you went bra shopping? I bet you're long overdue and I could come with--"

"Juno, stop hitting on my girlfriend right in front of me."

"I'm just offering to take her shopping. No need to be so defensive." leans in closer to you, "But if you ever do decide my baby brother isn't doing it for you--"

"Juno! Knock it off!"

[desiredlvr]

is it casual? - B.E

warnings - cheating & smut ᡣ𐭩

991 words

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you and your girlfriend of a couple of months are on your way to billie's party. your girlfriend doesn't like billie, but she made the exception because that's your friend. or so she thought.

you guys arrived, and your friend evelyn opened the door.

"omg hey y/n! you look so good, girl," she says while hugging you and then saying hi to your girlfriend.

after you guys say hi to everyone, your girlfriend sits down on the couch while she talks to a few of your shared friends. while she does that, you and eve go to the kitchen to get drinks.

"have you seen billie?" you ask in curiosity.

"um, i actually haven't in a few. i thought she would've came to introduce herself to your girlfriend," she giggles as she knows that your girlfriend doesn't like billie

" babe, a whole fight would happen if that was the case," you say as you giggle as well.

you both giggle as she gets a drink. you just grab a water as you're not that much of a drinker. you both talked for a while, until she looked behind you, and she looked at you and said,

"hey girl, ima leave and go find the others," and quickly leaves.

you turn around, confused, as you can't see where exactly she's going. billie's house is super crowded, and it's hard to even tell. you walk over to a corner of the kitchen and sit on the countertop while drinking your water. you look down at your phone as there are so many people there it causes you to feel almost claustrophobic.

all of a sudden, a figure appears in front of you; you look up, and it’s billie. she's smiling and says

"hey pretty, are you enjoying yourself?" with a playful grin

"billie, what did i say about the nicknames?, and yes i'm enjoying myself," you say as you roll your eyes.

"sorry, ma, i can't help it," she smirks.

you roll your eyes and push her away and make your way to the bathroom. little did you know that she was following behind you; you walked into the bathroom, and as soon as you went to shut the door, she was there.

"billie, what are you doing following me?" you ask

"just wanted to see where you were going. it's a little crowded for you to be walking by yourself," she says, and she makes eye contact with you.

you immediately avert your eyes to the side and say

"okay.. well, i'm just going to sit here until i feel like leaving."

"so then i'll join you," she says and grabs your waist as she pushes you into the bathroom and closes the door with her foot.

"what are you doing? we can't be in here together alone. people are going to think we're fucking” you slightly yell in stress.

"so what, mama? it doesn't matter, does it really?" she says as she starts to come closer to your face. you start to back up until your back hits the sink, where you're cornered by her.

"b-billie," you stutter out.

"hmm?" she says as she puts her hands behind you on the sink to completely corner you. she starts to lean in closer and says

" is it really that casual, mama? does she know that i have you screaming my name as i finger you?"

"billie, what if someone finds out about this? what if someone hears us?" you say in fear

"well better be quiet then, baby. do you really want me to stop? " she says as she starts to slowly kiss your neck.

"no," you say softly as you close your eyes, fighting off the urge to moan.

"good.. now be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah?" she says as she starts to softly suck on your neck and leave open-mouthed kisses on it. she slowly starts to move her hand down to the bottom part of your dress. she starts to pull it up and softly touches your closed area that's begging to be touched.

"please.." you softly gasp out as she continues to play with your clothed pussy.

"please what baby?" she says as she moves away from your neck to watch your face unfold from her touches

"please touch me, billie. please i'll be quiet," you beg out loud without realizing that it was loud.

"shh mama, i will just stay quiet," she whispers, and she begins to pull down your panties and slowly rub your pussy in painful strokes.

you shudder at the feeling and push your hips forward for more friction, as her bare touches weren't enough. she smirks and holds your hips in place, giving you a daring stare to stay still. you listen as she slowly pushes her fingers into your tight cunt.

you let out a soft moan; she immediately uses her other hand to place it over your mouth, and she slowly moves her fingers inside of you. you eyes begin to roll back as she continues to move her fingers. after a while, she begins to move her fingers faster and keeps her other hand on your mouth.

"such a good girl, baby. you're doing so well for me," she exclaims while looking into your eyes.

she can start to see that you're going to cum soon by the way your body is reacting to her fast movements. your eyes roll back as you're so close to your climax. but all of a sudden there's a stop, and you look at her in confusion.

she takes her fingers out of your pussy and looks you in the eyes and licks her fingers.

"what the fuck was that for?" you say, panting.

"well you're not mine just yet. so why would i let you cum?" she says with a smirk, then kisses your cheek and leaves the bathroom.

what a fucking bitch, you think to yourself.

hi loves! so sorry for my disappearance; i made this to make it up. i hope you guys enjoyed itttt! 💋

[chaeryeos]

hey guys... uhm update: i hit way more than 1k ! im serious, i did not expect this i'm like super shocked rn. i'm also super upset because i didn't get a screenshot of exactly 1k (i'm too meticulous) but i'm like freaking out.

also update: i might be takin a lil break ! :3 erm my grades be flopping (it's just my math grade) but once one goes down they all go down. so i was gone for a few days to take time for myself and do my best for my school life and etc and honestly i think it's good for me ! so uhm i might be on a lil hiatus or something but dw! i will come back !

but anyway guys i'm scared how'd i get 20+ followers in only a few days. i'm seriously thinking up a whole ass heartfelt message but i'm honestly too tired to write it heh... (here we go anyway)

thank you all so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sooooooo much for 1k+. i seriously never expected this .. so there's these other people who hit 1k way before me and have only started like a few months ago! i think this is because our community is so welcoming and friendly, so we make friends fast and we help each other grow. i'm really grateful to have started making moodboards here... i never regret it.

i'm grateful that i'm not someone who got instant fame because it was nice learning from others and seeing others grow because i sincerely love all my moots and all these amazing blogs! y'all are so sweet and deserve every follow. i started a long time ago (holy... was it two years ago?! 😭) and i was super small from the beginning (y'all do NOT wanna see my first moodboard. it's shameful.) and i barely got any followers or notes.

nowadays i get many followers a day and although i feel i don't deserve as much as others do, i'm super grateful for it. i still cannot believe it and i'm shocked honestly. to all my moots who were there since the beginning, @hseungbi hey dude, you got a new account so uhm. y'all follow her pls. she my twin and we go WAY BACK (ily) @kiyeuo BRO i still remember ur lanaontop era it ate hard. we are the #1 crazy duo. @hourlyhoon ...i don't remember a time when you weren't hourlyhoon i'm gna be honest. ujhm.. but i'm willing to withstand seungho just for you. @prettias wya bro. come back. i'd keep the list going but uhm.. they were my biggest supporters (and like. my only friends back then i love y'all + also legal line on top?!) so thank you so so so much, i have you to thank the most for this.

and to all my st moots, @hypndiary you're literally a GODDESS, i'm glad to be here with you from the beginning of your journey (you deserve the world! ily!) @artoruu PLEASE FOLLOW HER AND MAKE HER UN-NUGU ik she ain't active but she talented (ariel i love you) @gyubnz rao.. we are the cups and we will conquer dw. @melonitos we had memories back then that we do not remember but we have reunited now. @gyarulise ok ik we aren't close but i wanna be closer to you (pls) and thank u for being there o talented one. @toreveluv rei i look up to you and you're so sweet like my sister or something thank you... @chaeneuu hey queen we are like not close but i really really appreciate you :3 @yejitopia777 my queen! where are you istg?! i miss talking to u heh.. ily lots and lots!

so to all my moots that i met on here later on in my journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart! you guys are the world to me. i love you all so so much and thank you for 1k (y'all why'd i write a whole ass essay is under 5 minutes)

i don't want to tag my moots because this is so long and i don't wanna bother them 😭😭😭 if you see this, you see this! i love you all so so muchhh bai bai gn im eepy

[atlaskrr]

Just had one of my worst break downs ever and here i thought i was getting better 😃 i cant tell if its some weird ass anxiety attack, if im genuinely on the course to developing bpd (praying on my life not cause that shit will ruin my life frfr) or if im in a rlly shitty depressive episode recently and this is just its LOWest point.

[innielove]

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[faaun]

lmao looking at her insta highlights was a mistake

[varjopeura]

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[madegeeky]

31 Days of Horror Recs: Are you truly besties if you're not willing to spend some quality murder time together?

A play on slasher movies as well as teen movies, Tragedy Girls is just a really fun watch. McKayla and Sadie, best friends forever, are just trying to live their best lives and that just happens to involve murder. The movie loves to play around with conventions of both slasher and teen movies in ways that are not just entertaining but actually interesting to watch. The small touches are where it really shines in my opinion. There are several minor things the movie does that aren't integral to plot or characters but that were obviously just done to play around with the genre and tropes and I really appreciate that this movie was willing to take the time and energy to do them.

Synopsis: Two death obsessed teen girls use the internet to send their small town in a frenzy in an attempt to become famous.

[llycaons]

that 'little stories about love' post is going around again and most of them are quite sweet but I have to say if my grandmother stalked me across the country and called me when I was on my vacation to demand attention from me I'd be not only pissed but extremely creeped out. I'm sure the submitter has a different relationship to that experience but um. I find that super invasive personally

[pprodsuga]

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[thebigqueer]

i saw her friend today and in a way i think it really ehlped cuz she was the one who was being so kind and like 'how are you doing i know this must be hard but i still want to be friends' and it really touched me cuz iw as stressed cuz i was paranoid they were talking shit about me or smth. she also told me she was also shocked when she found out that she broke up w me so i guess it feels good knowing im not the only person kept in the dark i guess but its like if its something she couldnt even tell her friends about then what made her do it. cuz when i asekd her friend 'did she ever seem concnerd about the relationship or anything' her friend was like 'no.... not.... not really?' which idk if i fully believe but i dont think she was totally lying cuz she did seem to at least consider it. so if she wawsnt lying then i still dont understand what compelled her to dump me

[shadowedvales-gone]

just another day where i am out here thinking about ghost jane! after closing the gate, and the impact it had on her physically and mentally, she's forever connected to the upside down, even when it's sealed off completely. due to jane's abnormal genetics and weak immune system due to what she was submitted to in the womb, her body begins failing her when she's nineteen years old, [after a specifically harsh winter day where she gets stranded at a bus stop for three hours, and is stuck in the cold, and gets sick with a slight fever. then that sickness turns into pneumonia, which leads to her spending six weeks in the hospital under owens' care]. when she's twenty three, her body begins fully shutting down, and she eventually dies at twenty five. her death is peaceful in a sense because it wasn't violent nor unexpected, but it is tragic. even more so, because she's reincarnated into a ghost, who can never move on because of the upside down imbedding itself into her skin, into her body when she was a child. she can venture outside hawkins, and isn't specifically tied to a place because the upside down is ancient, it spread amongst the whole world, and even though it's sealed off, still exists below. wherever the upside down is, active or not, jane can tread, but she was never given the real chance to ever leave hawkins, and knows very little of the world outside the small town. even in death, it frightens her to venture beyond. she's stuck in the town that she loves as much as she hates, wandering around as a mere echo of herself, reclaiming that lost black cat status who doesn't really belong to anyone or anything. there are people over the years who can slightly sense her, or see her completely so she isn't alone forever, but those people eventually move on after their death, where she never can.