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can you write something about reader not feeling like anybody cares about her anymore like pau has been distant and her friends have been excluding her and stuff? just a lot of angst as im dealing with some friendship problems rn.
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It had been there for a while, that nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t particularly one thing that made her feel like that. It was everything.
After her semester was over and she had a break for a few months, she expected herself to go out and enjoy herself. But now halfway through this vacation all she did was sit at home, away from everyone.
Not on purpose though, all she wanted to do was be around her loved ones. But it seemed like the feeling wasn’t mutual. Her friends, who had been there with her through her whole life, almost seem like a distant memory now.
All she sees is pictures of them all together, hangouts that are hidden from her, an invitation never sent her way.
And Pau. Oh Pau. He was always her person, even before they started dating, he was the only person who was with her all the way.
But something changed. The phone calls started getting shorter and the messages she sent were left with no replies. She didn’t understand what had happened. It was like he was slowly pulling away and she didn’t even have the courage to ask him about it, afraid she might lose him for good.
The day everything went down began like every other day. She always had that little glimpse of hope that she’d wake up to one of Pau’s ‘good morning’ messages, that were a part of her old routine, but again all that hope shattered when she stared at the picture of her and Pau on her lockscreen, no messages, nothing.
The picture now mocked her; how she kept all this foolish hope even after everyone made it clear they didn’t want her around anymore. But she didn’t want to believe it, not now.
She sat on her bed, the house quiet after her parents left for a while, something about a family funeral all the way across Spain.
Usually she loved some quiet, but now it was suffocating. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, opening her messages app.
She hesitated before opening her friends’ group chat, the one that had been silent for a while, which made her realize that another one exists; one she wasn’t a part of.
Her fingers typed out the message, and before she could reread it, she hit send.
y/n Hey, does anyone maybe wanna go to the mall?
The message was left with no reply for about an hour, with most of the girls seeing it but not replying. She let out a sigh, the hole in her chest deepening as she once again felt invisible to everyone. The hope in her came back when one of the girls started typing.
Isabela I'll go if Gabriela goes
Her heart dropped once again as she read the message. She didn't wanna go for her, she wanted to go if Gabriela went.
Her phone buzzed once again, more messages from the group chat
Gabriela fine I'll go
y/n swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, forcing herself to type out a response.
y/n cool. let's meet there at 2
She dropped her phone on the bed, already regretting it, but she needed the air outside the house.
It was 2:30, they were late. She had been sitting there just scrolling through Instagram, seeing the recent pictures of Pau in training.
His carefree smile, how he didn't seem to focus on anything besides training, not even her.
“Sorry we're late, we had more important things before,” a voice said, making her look up at the two girls. Though her voice lacked any sign of guilt, y/n smiled and stood up.
“It's fine. where should we go first?” she asked, clutching her bag tighter.
“Isa?” Gabriela turned to the girl who thought for a second before answering.
“We should go to Zara. I've seen some things online that are perfect for tonight's party” she said, before Gabriela nudged her quickly.
y/n's smile faltered, before forcing it back again. Another party she wasn't invited to.
“Let's go,” she mumbled, though the girls had already started to make their way to the shop.
In the store, she felt like a ghost again. The girls were going through the shelves, suggesting clothes for each other, helping each other choose the perfect outfit for tonight.
“I think this color looks good on you” she tried joining the conversation, smiling at Isabela.
The girl gave her a look, before turning to her friend, making y/n's smile fade again.
“Gabriela? What do you think?” she asked, giving her a spin.
Gabriela inspected her dress for a second before shaking her head.
“No, I liked the one before better,” she said. Isabela nodded and went back to the changing room.
y/n opened the door of the house, dropping the keys on the nearby table and rushing to her room.
She thought a day out would make her feel better, but all she felt now was worse, and all she wanted to do was talk to Pau.
He was always the one to make her feel better, and she hoped, just slightly, that he'd answer her and listen to her.
She opened her phone, hesitantly typing a message to Pau before pressing send.
Hey Pau, I had a really bad day and I just wanna talk to you, please
She stared at the message for what felt like an hour, just waiting for something. anything.
After about an hour, she opened her phone again, only for her to see that Pau had seen her message. no reply
That was the last straw. Tears welled up in her eyes quickly, and before she could stop them, they were already falling down her cheeks.
She just wanted to feel visible for someone. She wanted to believe that she wasn’t alone; that someone cared. Her family. Her friends. Pau.
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Personal take: One of the weirdest things Veilguard did, outright baffling, in fact, is how it feels like they reset the status quo of the world to Origins - even further back, if anything.
The game avoids (at all costs) meaningfully delving into exploring what these events/lore reveals mean to the world and characters at large. But the entire time I was thinking: holy shit this is bad.
What happens in game has very, very bad implications for the rest of Thedas and how they're going to look at groups like the Elves and Mages. I'm looking at this from the perspective of someone whose played all three previous games, not from the perspective of datv which really brushes over all moral complexity and sociopolitical issues. Of course, it's just my interpretation but its based off what happened in previous games.
Elves
The Elvish Gods of legend came back, blighted, and ended up wiping out the majority of the South - I find it hard to believe that the elves would not be 'roped in' as being responsible somehow.
Elves could sneeze in a previous game and people would blame them for causing a plague and purge the alienage -> life is shit for an elf and the events of datv would have absolutely made life a thousand times worse.
Would there be purges of alienages? Are there groups like the chavaliers or mobs of humans going about an killing elves because 'It's your Gods. It's your fault.'
Obviously, it isn't. But there are plenty of examples in Thedas' history of people acting rashly/cruelly out of terror and anger - and it's the most vulnerable people, like the Elves and Mages, who are targeted.
The Dalish Elves, what remains of them, would likely be perceived as 'Blight/Old God worshipers' - people would chase them off for the 'crime' of living too close to them in the woods in DAO.
Terrified, angry people would not care if the Dalish said they had nothing to do with what's happening - there would be bloodshed.
If anything improved for the elves from the time of Origins -> Mahariel, Tabris, Lavellan, or Briala...it's likely back to ground one as the best possible outcome, and closer to the Exalted March on the Dales at it's worst.
Mages
Mages could, potentially, have been living a life of unprecedented acceptance if Leliana was Divine -> along come the Evanuris, mages, who are allied with the Venatori who are causing devastation in Orlais and the Free Marches specifically.
Missive - Message from the Front -> The Tide Turns "The Venatori and the Orlesian royal armies clash daily in Orlais. Val Royeaux is now under control of the rebels, and from there the Venatori launch attacks as far east as Kirkwall."
The original magisters (evanuris) wielding the Blight and Old Gods 2.0 x2.
Any templars who remained, who had the old mindset and outlook of how mages should be treated, absolutely would be pointing at the venatori and saying "we warned you what would happen without the Order."
Normal people wouldn't give a shit that it's only a 'few' mages -> their entire home is gone, their families are dead, and the people responsible are wielding magic.
Fear of magic would likely be at an all time high - If the Order doesn't exist people would likely be demanding for them to come back.
The mages - whatever goodwill they earned - are likely being faced with suspicion and terror because this is proof of what magic can do in the hands of power-hungry douchebags.
Maybe they help to fight and people don't get so suspicious of them - who knows! This game doesn't want to address the previous games so it's in limbo.
Spirits
Other people have done great posts about how the spirits were completely tossed aside in this game. Three games worth of humanizing spirits, with Justice and Cole, only to go back on it with Solas reinforcing the Veil and...maintaining the status quo?
He so earnestly discussed with us his perspective on spirits and how they're just as 'real' as those on this side of the Veil - we saw it with Cole firsthand. But I guess they can all chill in the Fade till Solas dies or whatever.
I'd argue that the elves and mages are in an even worse position than they were in Origins. It's just not fulfilling, to me at least, to see the World I got so invested in just regress to the status quo after three games of challenging it. For it to not be meaningfully discussed or spoken about in-game, just brushed aside...I may not have liked the decision to do this but it could have been interesting (at least) if they actually discussed it.
Also, people don't just 'band together' because of the Blight - Origins showed us very well that in times of strife and pressure peoples petty/deeply ingrained beliefs, prejudices, and values come to the forefront. Alistair's comment about “You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together" -> was him being snarky about how everybody as Ostagar was on the verge of throwing hands with each other. They were united in cause not in belief - the cause being to eradicate the darkspawn.
It's just so grim, and with how they handled sociopolitical issues and moral complexity in datv (not at all) I have no hope that they'll be able to address this at all, if they even bother to and don't just...ignore it, I guess.
Maybe this is what the devs meant when they said that the 'tone' was similar to Origins - just straight up erasing whatever strides was made in the previous games and setting it back to square one lmao
#i will never stop thinking about southern thedas bioware - yes i probably am thinking about this too hard#no epilogue - this is not a story of triumph or victory -> this is very very bad and i am not happy >:(#hard to put into words the empty feeling i got in my stomach when the game ended#i'd argue that the elves are worse off than origins - way worse off. like closer to exalted march of the dales quo than origins quo.#not to mention the Crows remaining the same and the Tevinter still slaving away#I guess the wardens get to retire now though - so we got one win? lmao#actually back to the Crows - Zevran being erased and the crows 'winning' means they're actually better off -> thanks game#what a choice to make the game you sold to us a sequel as the 'soft/scorched earth reboot' of the series#once more -> it's my opinion - maybe ur look isn't as fatalistic as mine but this is very grim to me :(#going to be real - i have no expectations that DA5 will ever happen -> bioware as a studio is too messed up and unwilling to reflect#Bioware is literally 'the Studio of Theseus' at this point#datv critical#bioware critical#veilguard critical
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Anything For You: l.mk
Anything For You: Mark Lee drabble
Content: Mark Lee is completely devoted to you. He would do literally anything for you. Warnings: A very brief mention of gods but not actual religion if that makes sense
a/n: my drabbles don't do as well as my text imagines but i find them more fun to write >:) also i worked a longer week than usual this week and i am exhausted!!!!!!!!! so this work is actually an older piece that i wrote for someone else that i just adapted for Mark
Mark realized now that he definitely should have written down his idea as soon as he had it, because now, of course, he doesn't remember. He always thinks of little things, little inspirations and prophecies, and he’s learned that if he doesn't write them down immediately, they’ll inevitably escape his mind just as quickly. And he’s only had so many more thoughts, inspirations and prophecies since you’ve come into his life. He doesn't remember what the thought was, but he knows it was beautiful. Maybe it was a message he wanted to send to you in prose, or maybe a single line to write an entire story from, to create a narrative that could only attempt to be as captivating as you.
He doesn't know what wrongs he’s righted, which gods he’s pleased, what universal forces he’s satisfied to result in you entering his life, but he knows that he is so grateful for you. He doesn't know how he’s managed to move along before your confluence, but he knows that to live without you now would be a miserable experience; to just know that you’re near is enough to keep him sane. He didn’t realize how little he cared for anything. He just floated, drifted, traveled in a haze that clouded his eyes from the beauty that the world holds. Now everything catches his eye, every piece of art makes him feel something, every bird sings a song he wants to hear. And his newfound love for everything that has existed right before him since the beginning of time is entirely on your shoulders (of course, don’t forget, there is perhaps nothing he loves more in the world than you).
Mark feels like his life didn’t truly begin until he met you. He believes that in 50 different lives, 500 different worlds, in 5,000 different dimensions, the only thing that makes the truest sense is you and him being together 5 million times.
So he’s determined to figure things out for you two. He’s determined to get to work. He’ll save up all his money and not spend a penny on anything that’s not for you. He’ll make sure you get to live in the world how you want to. You’ll have a life together, with a nice house and a few kids, and maybe a few pets too. You’ll have friends that you see whenever you want, places to go whenever you want, and you’ll have time to do whatever you want, and do whatever you want together.
And truly, if you’re as devoted to him as he is to you, he could build an entire country of palaces for the two of you on a foundation formed purely from love. If you love him, he will do it all for you.
Mark would do anything for you.
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Moth to a Flame | F.W
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Pairing: Weasley twins x reader
Summary: You’re two-timing the Weasley twins, and it all goes well. Until one day, they decide you need to be punished for this.
Warnings: 16+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, blowjob, masturbation, orgasm, praise kink, dom male, switch female, hickeys, kissing, two-timing
A/N: ik Hogwarts doesn’t have any phones but let’s just assume they do here lol also I was kinda inspired by the song Moth to a Flame by the Weeknd so yeah 😅 PLZ excuse the smut I don’t write too much smut so not that experienced with it
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The morning light streamed softly through the curtains, casting golden rays over George’s peaceful face. His ginger hair was tousled, his expression serene, as he lay beside you in his bed.
You watched him for a moment, the rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotic. He looked beautiful like this, vulnerable, calm, utterly unaware. His dorm mates were also fast asleep, you were glad that you managed to draw no attention to yourself so far.
Carefully, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, the faint glow illuminating a new message.
Fred: Can’t wait to see you later love. Study session at library after lunch? ❤️
Your breath caught, guilt settling like a stone in your chest. You glanced back at George, still sound asleep, oblivious to the chaos you were carrying. Quickly, you replied to Fred then turned off your phone.
You: Sounds perfect, see u then 🫶🏼
The twins didn’t share a dorm, thank Merlin, which made slipping between their rooms seamless. Spending the night with either was simple enough, as long as neither suspected the truth.
Slipping out of bed, you kissed George softly on the forehead, his lips twitching into a sleepy smile. Grabbing a piece of parchment, you scribbled a note:
“Went to breakfast with Hermione. See you later, handsome x”
You left the note on his nightstand before tiptoeing out of the room.
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In the Great Hall, Hermione sat waiting, her arms crossed and her expression laced with disapproval.
“You’re playing with fire, Y/N,” she said the moment you slid onto the bench beside her. As she was the person you trusted the most, Hermione was the only person who knew about you two-timing the twins. Well, it started off as an innocent mistake but who knew this knot would get so messy.
You groaned, helping yourself to some toast. “Don’t start, ‘Mione.”
“You’ve got to tell them. This��whatever this is…it’s cruel. You can’t keep dating them both.” She whisper-yelled, leaning closer to you, and making this conversation was as quiet as it could be.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen!” You counter, glancing around to ensure no one overheard. “I…I didn’t know how to say no to either of them, and now, I love them both. I couldn’t just reject one of them, they’re my best friends!”
Hermione raised a skeptical brow, “You can’t keep this up. It’s going to blow up in your face.” "But the thing is, I told the each of them I wanted a private relationship, to keep it solely between me and each twin, and they agreed, so I'm certain the twins don't know I'm two-timing them." Hermione stared blankly, "And what happens if there's an event that you need to attend as their "girlfriend" and they both need you, what then? A duplicating spell?"
You exhaled, taking a large bite of your toast.
“Look, I’m worried about you Y/N. It won’t just hurt them, but yourself too. This could take a toll on your metal health, keeping up with two relationships sounds exhausting.” She placed a hand on your back.
“I’ll tell one of them,” you mumbled, biting your lip. “Eventually…when the time is right.”
Hermione sighed, shaking her head. “The ‘right time’ doesn’t exist for this. The longer you wait, you’ll only dig yourself deeper.”
You nodded slowly, concurring. She gave you a soft smile, “But honestly, you do look good with both of them. You’ll make a fine couple with whoever you end up with.” She giggled, before the both of you continued eating then changing the subject.
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Later that afternoon, you found yourself tucked away in a quiet corner of the library with Fred. Books lay open between you, though neither of you had made much progress. His hand rested on your knee under the table, his warm touch making your mind foggy and filled with inappropriate thoughts, too inappropriate to be having this early in the day.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You’re awfully distracted today, love." He began planting peppered kisses on your neck, sucking on a particular sensitive spot you had, you bit your lip holding back a moan.
"Just tired, I guess." You managed to croak out, once he stopped and picked up his quill to continue studying.
Fred’s eyes then searched yours, and he tilted his head. "Where were you this morning? I stopped by your dorm, but you weren’t there."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Oh, I woke up early," you lied, keeping your voice steady. "Thought I’d get a head start on studying."
Fred frowned slightly, but before he could press further, George appeared. He dropped into the seat across from you, flashing his lopsided grin.
"Fancy seeing you two here," he said, his eyes lingering on you just a moment too long before unpacking his notes. "Couldn't find a spot in the library for ages, it’s like everybody's suddenly interested in studying today."
Your stomach twisted into knots. Sitting between them felt like balancing on the edge of a knife, the tension suffocating. It never felt this way before, but now that you were essentially dating both of them, you constantly felt wary.
"Yeah we're lucky we even managed to find a table." Fred replied, before the twins carried on studying. As you were reading your textbook, Fred placed his hand on your thigh again, inching his hand further up your thigh with each paragraph you read. The words were becoming blurry, none of the text registering, you mentally cursed, knowing you'd have to revisit these pages again. Your breathing became heavier as he stopped at your entrance. Wearing a skirt granted him easy access to your undies; he teased your folds over your undergarment, slowly stroking with two fingers. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, desperate for him to just plunge inside you. You glanced at George, who appeared to be immersed in taking notes, looking back and forth between his parchment and the Potions textbook. You then turned to Fred, who, to your surprise, was poker-faced, reading through some study notes. Fred smirked to himself, his fingers making their way through your undies and coming into contact with your folds. You inhaled sharply, looking at him but he carried on reading. He rubbed circles around your clit, your eyes fluttered, back arching involuntarily, but you played it off as stretching. Without warning, he plunged two fingers into you, pumping slowly and then picking up the pace gradually.
You grabbed his thigh for support, squeezing it slightly. It took everything in your power to not moan, especially because George was sitting opposite you, and the library was quiet. Did I mention quiet?! Dead silent. "Yes!" You thought aloud then hummed, you needed to vocalise something, to let loose. You could feel yourself getting close, but you did not want to come in a library so for the sake of your dignity, so you slowly pushed Fred's hand away. Fred stopped, turning to face you, so did George. "Finally understand this paragraph!" You toned it down, laughing slightly to play it off. A few moments later George's leg started brushing against yours, stroking your leg with his from under the table. Again, you felt yourself melting at his touch, wanting more. You made eye contact with him and bit your lip, but shook your head forcing yourself to stop. Thank Merlin this table was huge, you could barely see what was happening underneath, making it easy to camouflage your actions. You froze when you came into sudden contact with both of them at the same time. Fred's hand back on your thigh, and George's leg interlocking with yours.
Taking on one of them was easy, especially with the other distracted. However, both at the same time? You can bid yourself farewell. You stammered something about needing to check a book and practically fled the table, leaving Fred and George behind. “Um yeah, I’ll catch you guys later!…” you mumbled before scurrying out the library. Not once turning around to look at them, you mentally slapped yourself for being so hasty. ———
You found Hermione and Ginny in the courtyard, their chatter a welcome distraction. Ginny was practically bouncing with excitement as she shared news of a party in the Ravenclaw common room that evening.
"You’re coming, right? Luna said she'd love to have us there." Ginny asked, nudging you playfully.
You hesitated, then nodded. "Sure. Why not?"
You needed a distraction. And this was definitely it.
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The party was everything you needed, loud, lively, and carefree. Harry, Ron, Neville, and a bunch of students from every house were there too. Music pulsed through the room, and laughter echoed over the clinking of butterbeer bottles. You found yourself relaxing as you chatted with Luna, Cho, Hermione, and Ginny, letting the chaos around you drown out your worries.
Until you received a note.
"Meet me in the 7th year study room upstairs – your fav Weasley ;)"
You laughed softly, folding the parchment. Of course, it had to be Fred. Or was it George? The handwriting wasn’t distinct enough to tell.
Excusing yourself, you made your way to the Ravenclaw study room for 7th years, as the twins were 7th years you supposed they were allowed in those study rooms. The door creaked as you pushed it open, and your heart skipped a beat when you stepped inside.
Your eyes went wide, you momentarily froze, eyes darting back and forth from the two figures seated in front of you.
Both Fred and George were there. George was seated casually on the edge of the table with his arms folded, and Fred leaned back on one of the couches, manspreading. Their identical grins stretched wide, their eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Y/N," George drawled, standing and walking toward you. "We’ve been waiting for you."
Panic set in as the pieces clicked. "I uh-... I should go," you stammered, turning to leave, but George was quicker, his hand catching your wrist.
"Not so fast," he murmured, his voice low.
"You’ve been naughty," Fred added, standing now, his gaze fixed on you.
Your stomach churned. "What are you talking about?"
Fred chuckled, stepping closer. "Don’t play coy, love. Two-timing us? Did you really think we wouldn’t figure it out?"
They both now towered over you, George shut the door behind you and you gulped, your only opportunity to exit, gone.
"I..." Words failed you as Fred cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin.
"You’ve got us all tangled up, Y/N," George said, his voice softer now as he moved to stand beside his twin.
Your knees felt weak as George leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple.
"We should be angry," Fred whispered, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
"But we’re not," George finished.
They both smiled, their warmth almost overwhelming.
"Because we love you," Fred said.
"And we’ll share, if that’s what it takes to keep you," George added.
Before you could respond, Fred’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss, George’s hand resting gently on your waist.
Your heart raced as their affection enveloped you, leaving you breathless and utterly lost between them.
“But we’re not going to let you off that easily…” George spoke.
Fred pulled away from the kiss, which left you slightly disappointed, “…You need to be punished.” He finished George’s sentence.
“What? How? Please���guys, this isn’t necessary. I was going to come clean I swear-” You pleaded but George interjected,
“Relax, we’re not going to hurt you love. Just, follow our lead.” George found you amusing, all flustered, like a prey about to get eaten by its predator.
George walked behind you, while Fred stood in front, pressing his body against yours.
Your core began to heat up, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the two boys were mere inches away from you.
George began kissing your neck, sucking on your sensitive spot but with extra pressure, leaving love bites. “Mhm, George…” you moan, tilting your head back as you grab hold of his neck behind you.
Fred massaged your breasts sensually, his hands roaming every inch of you then slid down your body, slowly making his way to your core.
“Wearing a short skirt to the party tonight eh? Who are you trying to look good for hm?” Fred teased, as he began massaging your throbbing core. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, craving more of both their touch.
You were too lost in pleasure to respond, head thrown back while George continued kissing your neck, making his way up to your jaw.
“Answer me.” Fred demanded, before forcefully shoving two fingers inside your entrance which earned a unholy groan from you.
“You-...both of you.” Your breathy responses and subtle twitching resulted in a satisfied hum from Fred, he continued pumping his fingers in you, which were now coated because of how wet you were.
“Don’t stop Fred, please.” You moaned, as he picked up the pace, pumping faster.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your climax mere seconds away.
“You feel so good around my fingers, so tight for me love.”
“Fred…” you hummed, moaning again. “I’m getting close, please, I’m so close.”
Eager to make you come, he continued pumping, “That’s it come for me. Come around my finger.” Fred cooing into your ear was your tipping point, sending you over the edge and finally you were done. Your walls clenched with arousal as you reached your climax, a cloud of ecstasy and pleasure washed over you as you groaned.
Fred removed his fingers from you and George stopped, both of them now moving to stand in front of you. You felt all to powerful, the two twins at your mercy now.
The twins looked at you, smirking. As though you read their mind, you spoke, “Alright alright, now it’s your turn I suppose.” Your shirt was tight and revealed your cleavage, you smirked to yourself as you bent down, exposing more of your breasts to them.
You saw George shift slightly, adjusting his pants. “You, sit.” You pointed to George. “…And you, watch.” You addressed Fred.
George sat on the couch, and you knelt in front of him, unbuckling his pants, exposing his length, which was now fully hard and dripping with pre-cum.
Fred leaned against the table, stroking himself to the sight in front of him.
You planted kitten licks on his tip, which earned a low groan from him. Slowly, you slid your tongue down from his tip to his base, doing so a few times to tease him.
“Merlin, Y/N…” George threw his head back, breathing heavily.
You then took him, slowly bopping your head up and down his length, you glanced at Fred who was busy pleasuring himself, and made eye contact with him as you sucked George off.
Fred groaned at your eye contact, “Bloody hell Y/N when you look at me like that…” You swear you could hear him mutter your name under his breath a few times while he continued pumping his length but you brushed it off.
Satisfied, you hummed looking back at George, gazing up at him, his eyes were half-lidded, lost in pleasure but he managed to gaze down at you, while he guided your head.
“Faster…” you bopped your head faster. Your neck was hurting slightly from how fast and hard his dick was hitting the back of your throat but at the same time, it felt too good to stop. You wanted to be the reason he was moaning under your touch.
“Fuck you feel so good, your mouth looks so pretty around me.” George moaned, and you felt a rush down to tour core, being praised like this gave you all the more motivation to continue.
You began sucking harder and faster, and George bucked his hips, “Shit I’m getting close, I’m gonna-…”
George let out a loud moan, “Fuck.” He grunted, releasing down your throat. You swallowed the warm liquid and he gently wiped your mouth while you looked at him.
Fred finished seconds later, “Bloody hell…” he muttered.
You sat down, collapsing on the floor, underestimating how much energy this would take from you.
Fred smiled warmly, walking over to you and picking you up bridal style, “Is my Y/N tired?”
He gently placed you on the couch next to George, then brushed out a few strands of hair from your face.
“Let us take care of you now. We’ll take you up to your room yeah?” George hummed softly before placing a kiss on your forehead.
#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley#george weasly x reader#george weasley#george wealsey imagine#fred weasley imagine#harry potter#hogwarts fanfiction#weasley twins#weasley twins x reader#fred x reader#george weasley x reader#weasley family#imagine#x reader#harry potter imagine#harry potter fanfiction#x you#smut
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Gina, I want to tell you I have been reading your blog for a couple years now. I’ve never sent an ask to anyone. I first came into the fandom when I watched Harrychella and I thought hmm this man isn’t just flagging he is screaming at the top of his lungs. Then I watched the Cosmic Leeds videos and I fell down a rabbit hole. I am not someone who believes “conspiracy theories”. I am however old enough to know closeting has been proven to exist in the entertainment industry. I’m also from a rural area of the U.S. where homophobia is the norm, so unfortunately I had no trouble believing closeting still exists. I went into full information gathering mode about Larry Stylinson, but it was more than that too. I fell in love with 1D and all the boys’ solo work, especially Louis. I loved his voice, his songwriting, and his ‘real’ personality (when he allowed it to shine through all the media training). I read through every tumblr I could, you and Daisie provided a wealth of information that can not be ignored. I feel certain that Larry was real and I hope they are still together. I’m not one of those people who never doubted. It would be hard not to second guess things in this fandom with all the gaslighting that goes on. I write all of this to say that I’ve never felt so sad and like there is no hope for change as I do right now. It feels like Louis’ fandom is falling apart. There is so much division, hate, and intolerance of any idea that doesn’t conform to someone’s own. Louis pr strategy honestly baffles me. A divided fandom is so tiring. It seems less like pr and more like intentional sabatoge, which I guess it could be. I just don’t see any way out for him or Harry. I think Harry’s extended break is partly because of this too. I think he was overworked and emotionally drained for many reasons, but closeting most of all is exhausting. If I’m feeling this way as a fan I can’t imagine how they must be feeling. It breaks my heart. Sometimes I hope I am crazy and Larry was never real because the story is just too sad. Don’t even get me started on bbg because it is the shittiest situation ever. I think I need to take a step back from the fandom for a bit. But this brings me to my point. I’m pretty resilient, I can not be the only person feeling this way. It makes me so worried for Louis’ career and for both Louis and Harry’s mental health. I guess I don’t really have an ask. I just wanted to say thank you for all the information you have provided over the years. And, I needed to get this off my chest. If I posted this on twitter I would be roasted and I’m not strong enough for that right now. I meant it when I said I fell in love with their music, so I will continue to support all the boys. I’m hoping there is a master plan that will eventually set them free. But, I just keep coming back to the line
‘Said I had a plan for us Time had came and changed it all We had to disappear 'Cause nothing gets through here’
I will add one more thing. I believe there are more Larries than people think, but we are tired of the gaslighting and the hate, so many of us step back or hide. This is why the industry wins most of the time. 😥
Hi, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I'm sorry it feels so overwhelming right now. I do think taking a step back is probably really healthy for most of us. I've actually never seen the fandom in such shambles.
I don't know what Louis' plan is in terms of his fandom or his future plans. But I have dozens and dozens of sad, confused, and angry messages in my inbox, and that fucking sucks. I really don't see a way forward at the moment. I will say, though, that some of the upset stems from some people's tendency to lean into worst-case scenarios and amplify their own worries by jumping to conclusions. Then there are the shit-stirrers who try to make things worse by sending in fake receipts or theories. It's hard to stay grounded when there's insanity whirling around you.
As for Harry and Louis, I do tend to believe they're still together. I don't think their relationship has been as easy as many of us would like to believe – I don't think it could be, given their ages when they met and the conditions they've had to live with. I do think they're soulmates... soulmates don't always end up together, but I tend to think these two will make it. I certainly hope they do.
Our fandom never does well when the boys aren't active. I think if you want to get your sanity back, now is as good a time as any.
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Discord Drama below the cut. This is kind of me just making it clear that I want to be left alone.
Y’all understand y’all can leave my discord without making a statement that shows you have no idea what you’re talking about?
People can solve their OWN issues out in DMs, but when they’ve made people uncomfortable more than once, that becomes another issue. That’s when people get banned.
I do not want to talk about this anymore, I’ve blocked everyone that could be involved besides the ones I can’t find in intros.
Not going to mention who I’m talking about because it really doesn’t matter. The individuals don’t matter, I don’t think they’re bad people but they were banned because I GOT SEVERAL COMPLAINTS! Some from my own mods who didn’t feel comfortable after a certain incident occurred.
Here’s me talking about this to one of the people. I even SPECIFICALLY said that their partner/friend was not welcome back. The person DID come back and I banned both of them afterwards.
Sharing these screenshots to show I explicitly told them why the other person was banned and that they WEREN’T welcome back regardless.
Yeah they can apologize to each other and that’s good, but that doesn’t erase the discomfort they caused by doing that shit IN MY SERVER!
I hope everyone involved does well but leaves me alone. Before I got that message in vent I didn’t mind y’all still following or messaging me, but now I’m uncomfortable. Please, leave me alone. I do not want anything to do with any of you. I don’t hate you, but I’m also deeply uncomfortable with this situation.
The 10th rule btw
Anyways anons are off because this part of the vent message feels vaguely threatening. Idk if that’s intentional but it genuinely freaks me out(this message is cropped to remove any names, they basically just talk about the situation.)
But yeah I’ll be taking the server link down for a while. If you didn’t mean anything threatening then sorry but getting this message at 3 am is quite scary considering the harassment I’ve faced before for banning people. I just want to be left alone. I don’t deserve to feel afraid for banning people from a discord server.
Please think before you send messages like this, and leave me alone. I do not like having to make posts like these because I don’t hate any of you! I genuinely would have just moved on with my life if you wouldn’t have sent this message! You could have left the server without making me feel afraid, intentionally or not.
I’m also not here to go “WAHHH they’re threatening little ole me!”. I’m just pointing out that message was unnecessary and can be easily misinterpreted as threatening, and because you decided to send that message I have to lock down my discord as a precaution. I would rather be safe than sorry, and I would prefer to think that people in my community would not try to hurt me because I banned them, but it’s already happened before. 🤷♀️
I understand not always agreeing with the way I handle things, but I do it for my own safety and peace of mind. You don’t have to like it, but in a world where I receive nasty asks, comments, threatening dms, and all kinds of harassment just for existing, this keeps me safe.
With all that said, I genuinely wish y’all the best. Just because you were banned from my discord doesn’t mean I hate your guts. It’s a discord server, with rules and people that sometimes don’t get along with each other. It happens.
Sometimes we find each other annoying or get uncomfortable with the way that others act and that’s fine, because people are different. Each server, community, etc is different and have different rules, jokes, and ways of talking that sometimes go over other’s heads.
But finding someone annoying or not meshing with them doesn’t mean you dislike them as a person. Just because you break some rules in a server and get banned doesn’t mean I all of a sudden hate you. It just means you got banned.
What makes it bad is when you keep coming back and bringing it up after I already expressed that I was uncomfortable. That’s what makes me not want to continue interacting with you and what leads to me blocking people.
I don’t want to interact with any of you any further, leave me be. I’ll take any further interaction as harassment.
You don’t need to apologize, I am not angry, I am just tired. I have expressed a boundary and we are all adults. Leave me be and I’ll leave you be.
I’m going back to sleep. I’m sick, cramping, and exhausted. Send me some nice asks if you’d like, I’d appreciate it
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Hi! Idk if u take writing/drabble requests but I'm chronically ill and have wondered how the LaDS boys would treat a chronically ill MC. Thank u for reading!
Hey! I've never taken writing requests (primarily cause I have no idea if I could do them justice or offer what people are after). As a chronically ill person myself, and as someone who writes their main mc as chronically ill, I'm a little bias, in that I personally think the boys would treat their partner with understanding, love and affection regardless of who that person is or what they're dealing with!
For basic pov overviews though! (All chronic illnesses represent differently! I'm working mostly off personal experience without being TOO specific.)
- Zayne is probably the most initially knowledgeable about the nature of chronic illness. He'll have seen plenty of people struggling and managing their own around his job. He's also shown to research topics that are important to him. There's very little doubt in my mind that the man would pull up every medical document and every study done, working late into the night in his free time to make sure he has a specific understanding for what you'd be going through.
- He's also probably the one who pushes more to make sure things get done. Medical appointments, any medication that's required. He's harsher on things that can harm you, cause a flare-up or increase the strain on your body. He cares and he worries, and he just wants to help alleviate what he can.
- It can be frustrating and overwhelming, he's not perfect, no one can be when it comes to offering support, especially for things that have no cure. If you explain to him how it makes you feel, he walks back and tries to find alternatives. Softens his approach somewhat. He's a logical man so he'll always jump to trying to give a solution, but he cares so deeply, if you say you just need an ear. He'll be there.
- Raffy is interesting because his reactions to his lemurian biology make my brain go 'oh he probably gets it' but instinctually. That sometimes things hurt more, sometimes days are just harder, sometimes it takes more energy and willpower to exist than expected. Thinking about his recent card especially, and the way his health dipped in and out. The way it was obvious he's weaker and gets sick without moisture or water. It's a different reasoning, but he understands to some degree.
- He's the king of creative solutions and the one most likely to focus on trying to inject joy and laughter into your life. He's also a man who doesn't care about money, canonically this boy is the 'what does it cost 10 dollars'. So whatever you might need, he's bought before you've even thought about it. (Even if he does tend to buy those really useless trend items that absolutely don't help with your condition and they're just a scam... so so many out there.) He may not have the best ways to help, but he'll never ever treat you differently. Love in his eyes, a masterpiece in his heart. Raffy will absolutely never stop wanting to paint you no matter what.
- His words can be harsh, he might say something that hurts without meaning too, a joke that doesn't land, or a tone that itches more than you'd like. Somedays you aren't bothered, somedays it hurts. He'll always give a heartfelt apology, and adjust the way he acts so it doesn't happen again. I can imagine him making a mood tracker, how are you feeling today? Move the smilie face if you know.
- Xavier is the one who sits you down and wants to talk about it most. Not because he won't do his own research, he's happy to, but he needs to know how you feel above all else. He needs to know how to support you, especially out in the field. He's your combat and mission partner. He's also incredibly observant. He'll notice when a flare up starts. He'll notice if your mood is dropping. He'll notice when you're starting to feel like you're drowning. He's also nearby, at all times. He checks in on you constantly. Through messages or just dropping in. (He promises the food he brings is takeout and not a remnant of a burned down kitchen.)
- Do you want someone to keep you company at night so it's less lonely? Do you want him to stay around and help ease aches and pains. He and Zayne especially know good massage techniques. Xavier because fighting can destroy your body without good upkeep. He'll go out and grab things for you. He'll assist you happily. He totally didn't buy more cleaning robots so you can worry less about the stuff around your house when you can barely leave your bed.
- He's wary on the battlefield, probably initially treating you like glass. It's because he worries and he cares. He doesn't want anything to happen to you. Sometimes that bothers you though. You live with this, you have for years, and you know how to live with it. He's protective by nature, but he also trusts you to tell him when you've hit your limit. While he's always ready to step in, it has to be by absolutely necessity or your permission.
- Sylus is a researcher too, but unlike Zayne, he has no basis to work off. As evidenced by his stories and texts, however, he will learn ANY skill in order to help the MC, or make his own life easier to control. This is no different, I think the only difference would be, his first instinct is not to go to medical documents and studies. He goes to people. Finds leading experts, no matter the cost, learns from others with conditions similar or as close to yours as he can. He wants to be able to have a proper conversation with you about your chronic illness, so feels like he has to have a good basis of understanding before he starts. He wants to be able to ask important questions, to piece together context. To sit you down and give you OPTIONS. Because sometimes it's really hard to know what you need, and sometimes someone telling you what they can offer is better to give you somewhere to start.
- He's also another 'throw money at it' kind of person, but he will buy you the kind of equipment to help that hospitals use. This man buys top range shit, that he KNOWS will have some effect on lessoning your strain or alleviating some degree of pain. Is there a tool the doctor suggested that you think could help? He bought it yesterday, he got five, he doesn't want to leave them in his other bases incase something happens but he's willing to have Luke and Kieran bring them to you wherever you are. Will set up grocery shop orders for you, doesn't care how much it is, does it make your life easier? Alright, it's done. While admittedly he leans a lot on money to help, it's the best way he knows to help.
- Probably struggles initially with his job, with the stress of his general life, his degree of injuries and how stress and strain can directly impact a chronic illness. It probably causes him to pull away a little bit. He cares a lot, and because of that he worries he'll be a hindrance more than a help. Would be the type of person to try to help from afar, forgetting how deeply important it is to have a support system that's available and physical to help. While he'll try to keep the worst away from you (I don't want to give you anymore nightmares of me), he'll listen and stop pulling away when he realises that him being there means everything. So becomes far more physically present as well, though the amount of money he wants to spend on you probably does not go down.
Fundamentally though, the boys are all people who even with their flaws, would listen and learn and attempt to be as supportive as they possibly can be. Days are hard, and life can be tough, and chronic illness is exhausting to combat. It could never make them love you any less, they're in to the long haul. They just might occasionally need a little nudge to really understand what you want from them.
Every last one would understand things like cancellations because of bad days or mood swings and low moods, would be willing to do your grocery shops, would go to doctors appointments with you, assist with physical therapy if needed, so this is less about how they'd treat you, and more the methods they go about it.
I hope that was kind of what you were after! 💖
#zayne#zayne x reader#rafayel#rafayel x reader#xavier#xavier x reader#sylus#sylus x reader#love and deepspace#lnds#lads#wonder writes#Zayne lads#rafayel lads#Xavier lads#Sylus lads#wonder asks#I now have to go to bed#I genuinely am awake at 1am trying to get this out#chronic illness fucking sucks#so I hope this gave some joy comrade in shit arms 😭
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OMG
Fanfic writers. If you want some source material.
I start this post off that way because full disclaimer this show was cancelled on a total cliffhanger.
But holy crap.
The POTENTIAL. The thousand interwoven plotlines and character arcs.
The vibes
Please PLEASE go watch Night Sky.
It moves slowly especially in the first 2-3 episodes but, at least to me, not in a boring way but in a ‘creating tension’ way and boy does it pay off. Except that….it sort of doesn’t
Meaning it absolutely starts to take off and you’re suddenly SO on the hook and then…well it was canceled after episode 8.
I have literally never been motivated to WRITE fanfic before. I have wanted more of a media franchise and gone to ao3 to READ loads of fanfic, but this is the first show that made me go “I viscerally need to explore this universe creatively”
So if you’re already the sort to write fanfic, this show will probably be like straight cocaine to you.
#Night Sky show#fanfic writers#night sky#idek how to tag this to get it to the specific people who would go feral over this show#it’s got older protagonists which started me off loving it#I eat up older/elderly main characters every time#the show does address mental illness in a sideways manner and suicide in a more direct manner#so#suicide tw#god it’s just so good tho#elderly protagonists sci-fi plot Spanish speaking protagonists multi generational issues#cult-esque plot points?#but like they never finished expanding on it so holy crap the fanfic potential#is it a cult? is it an alien empire? WHO IS THE GOOD GUYS#I would read literally any branch that the writer decided to go in#i know what I would write tho#sort of#I guess#I’ll find out!!!#the specific audience for this show is so very On Tumblr#and I just want to get the message out to them that This Exists#holy crap it’s so good yall#night sky amazon
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g guys …,,.??:!; GU YSGUYS ….
a little rant in the tags bcs im Emotional™️ and so full of love rn
#yeah so i read the messages on my tree …#what the hell man#WHAT THE HELLLDNWNFBSN#/pos btw#WHY ARE YOU GUYS MAKING ME CRY#ITS LIKE BARELY 8 AM#yall are responsible#for the amount of pillow sheets i have to change#DRENCHED IN TEARS I TELL YA#/hj#i love u guys so much …#CHAT I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH#i wouldve screamed it out loud at the top of a building if i could#but alas im just a shy potato#why do u guys think i usually use ily instead of the full sentence ….#SKJWHDJSJS IM SO AWKWARD AND CRINGE PLS IM SO SORRY#(btw im always down to chat abt anything !! no matter how shy i am to start anything lol)#but yea i pray that everyone here#will get everything theyve ever wished for COME TRUE !!!#kithes and smooches and hugs for u all#i recorded your msgs btw#wanna keep them to myself like a dragon hoarding its precious treasures <3#u guys r my treasures fr#would want to frame them and put em in my room too if i could hm#or maybe make a scrapbook#wait thats actually a good idea :o#anyways yea i love u guys sm#and i appreciate every one of u here !! thankyou sm for existing !!! and coming into my life !!! <3#💬 rye rants
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#idk i just. it would be so much easier to do Anything if i had any idea what amount of love is acceptable to show to other people#hanging out with people! talking to them! doing activities together! i like all of these things and i like the people i do them with#but it's always so hard to figure out where The Limits are#i know other people often aren't nearly as open to affection and closeness as i am#and i Very Much Do Not Want to make anyone uncomfortable with unwanted advances#i'm not sure how to communicate 'i will not get any closer than you wish me to' without the message coming across as 'i wish you didn't#come any closer to me'#because i feel like that's what i'm doing most of the time! pushing people away so they know i'm not trying to offend their personal space#and then i end up feeling miserable and left out and abandoned because no one gets as near me as i wish them to#idk idk just feels bad man#and like as much as i crave physical intimacy with people this also applies very much on emotional distance#generally i'd like to be a lot closer to the people in my life in every sense of those words#and i don't know how???#giving a compliment or offering a hug or inviting someone to a thing always makes me feel like some sort of monster#clumsy and unwanted and clueless about their horrid existence that is barely tolerated#why aren't there any clear rules to these things i could learn! so i could Fucking Communicate with people!!!#euuogggggh i'm just tired and frustrated and sad and haven't slept properly and it's been a long week at work#i think i'm doing better than what it sounds like here#maybe#sussitalk
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First off I apologize for the reblog spam. Finally had some time to clear some of my drafts.
Second, I want to thank you for taking the time to make Hayray gifs. I only started watching Hollyoaks live in May after someone (apologies, I don't know whose gif this is) posted this gif
and it showed up on my Twitter timeline. I had to know who they were, then binge watched all their scenes on Youtube. I was hooked. I try not to get deep into fandoms anymore to protect my mental health so I lurk mostly, but I will reblog and share everyone's creations as much as I can. Who knows I might open up Photoshop again and make some fanart again. Hayray has been my go-to soap opera ship since all my US soaps are boring me currently. Watched their couples era live over the summer. Now I'm strapped in to watch their second round of angst. Thank you again.
Heather
Wow, this was such a wonderful message, thank you so much.
Please don’t apologise for reblog spam :’) you made my day, honestly. I just went through and read all of your tags and it’s the best thing in the world to feel like you’ve inspired some kind of feeling with a gif or a piece of art. Thank YOU so much for sharing my gifs.
Hayray are something special. I’m the same as you. I have tried to stay out of fandom for quite a while for the same reasons as you but something about them just managed to totally enthrall me this year. It’s been really nice to dust off photoshop and google docs and make things again after taking such a big break from fandom. I’ve met some truly lovely people too and it’s been the best thing ever to be able to share my love for them (and my stress over them!!) with others.
Thanks so much again for being so lovely. I really look forward to seeing your art if you ever decide you want to create some for them. ♥️
#replies#hoosiergal86#I can’t express how lovely this was thank you#it’s easy to get myself down especially when making gifs bc the fandom is basically non existent on here#and sometimes it feels like shouting into the void#so I thank you very much for getting something out of them ♥️#if you ever wanna chat about them please feel free to send me a message#I totally understand why you would want to stay out of fandom but sometimes u just gotta scream about something you’re passionate about#♥️
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guess whos not going in at all this week, actually
#MY MANAGER EMAILED LIKE 2 HOURS B4 I HAD TO GO IN#she finally changed my schedule (1 day) to the night shift today#(i emailed her to be safe just kinda casually reaffirming im going in at the new time & then asking if any other shifts wanted 2 be changed#bcs that sounds great to me whstever option she goes with#she ignored that question & i get a new email from her asking if i completed a training. lets called it DOC#basically a long time ago she said 'i will send you DOC instructions soon' .. a few days pass and i get three 50 paged packets#one is called NAVIGATING DOC#im like oh ok cool that must be the DOC training shes talking abt bcs the other 2 packets were abt various trainings#NAH BRUH. APPARENTLY THE DAY IM SUPPOSED TO GO IN. SHE MESSAGES ME SOME ENTIRELY ALIEN PROGRAM#and is like 'u completed this right? cus if u didnt u cant come in today.'#LIKE?? MAYBE I WOULDA IF U SENT THE SHIT#but it's also like. dam i shouldve emailed prompting her to send what she said she would n clarifying BUT FUCK#WHY DO I GOTTA?? IM NOT THE MANAGER#she literally told me the name of the program rn thru email so i type it in and see like four hour long modules to complete#mind u i aint never even been informed a WHISPER abt this new program. nothings even labeled DOC TRAINING#but my struggle is. was i notified this?? and i just didnt see??? was i supposed to clarify with her what the DOC training was exactly??#the only thing ive heard abt doc training b4 this is 'i need to send u DOC training soon' in EMAIL. so i expected an alert#abt THE DOC TRAINING... in an EMAIL notification. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS#idk man#i dont even care bro like im busy as hell & the work is just to build clinic hours so i dont care abt the money factor#it's just like. can we get this first day jitters thing over with already?? im so over this bro#yaddayadda i emailed her an apology n ill be on that ASAP shit. but i did let her know i am basically justnnow seeing this site#n if there was any email or notif that couldve/tried to inform me of its existence 2 pls let me know / figure out how to find it#so the issue doesnt occur again & i dont have to keep botherinher which im so srry of bcs med is stress n shes just trying to get by#but still bro im a lil miffed bcs she probably thinks im stupid now and now im wondering if i AM#bcs WDYM ONLINE MODULES. AINT NOBODY SAID SH IT EVEN ABT THE EXISTENCE OF THEM!!! i wouldve pressed harder 4 clarification#if i knew it was an ONLINE MODULE i had to look out for on some randomass site i didnt even know the name of until now#instead of the EMAIL UVE BEEN 'COMMUNICATING' WITH ME ON#ARREGHHHHHHHH IM NOT STUPID. I SWEAR IM NOT STUPID FUCCK MY BAKA LIFE
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Got ghosted by the person we were gonna meet to potentially adopt a dog. Now I am sad :(
#we been trying to get a dog for over a year#we really though this might work out#but we got all the way there#and they never even read the messages or responded to attempts to contact them#i guess i just hope they and the dog (if said dog actually exists) are okay#but man that was a rough one#waited over an hour before calling it#and poor Bean was so sad#and also told us it ''made her feel very grumpy and upset''#so we all had some whine about it time in the car on the way home#anyways#i just want a dog man is that too much to ask??
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#i'm done i'm so fucking tired#i want to burn the internet to the ground#i want to destroy my computer chuck my phone into a river and go live in the middle of nowhere#no wifi no 4g no nothing#i want to die because we cannot fucking escape this shit#meta using my art to train ai and refusing my request to stop#my computer not being able to run glaze or nightshade or any of those ai poisoning thingies#spam emails and text messages and whatsapp messages and bots in the comments#and just EVERYTHING TRYING TO SELL ME THINGS WHILE ALSO STEALING WHAT'S ALREADY MINE#i hate it i hate it i can't fucking stand it anymore#and you'll be like ''then why don't you go offline then... nobody's making you have an instagram account''#and you'd be right... if it weren't for the fact that i chose the one fucking career that DEMANDS online presence#i already struggle to find work as an illustrator WITH social media and POSTING MY ART ONLINE#how the fuck would I do it if people don't see my art?!#and sure people have illustrated books way before the internet existed... sure... BUT IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT ANYMORE#i'm so fucking angry and tired and frustrated that there's no way out of this#the internet is becoming unusable yet life demands it#my only option right now it to fuck myself and my beliefs and let companies steal my hardwork for the benefit of..?#having no notes in my posts except for the bots commenting ''see 👀my hole 🍑 daddy 💦 kitten 😻 ready 4 u 🤤 subscribe🔥 pay 💲 me''#i'm sick of this#i don't want to delete everything i ever posted online because A. at this point that's useless and B. again. how the fuck would i get work?#also even then... emailing my clients their finished illustrations goes through google drive or gmail...#do we think google is nice and doesn't steal images to train generative AI?#''talk to your representatives they need to make laws about this'' my fucking president is currently chumming it up with elon fucking musk#while people here are starving to death#we're literally going to freeze this winter because the genius goverment has fucked up our gas supply and that's used not only for heating#but for ELECTRICITY PRODUCTION#so we won't have a wat to heat our houses cook or even fucking SEE AT NIGHT#and you want me to ask them to make copyright laws?!#i want to die
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I want to write something but I can't quite decide on any good ideas for the things I want to right. So here's some things from the squip horror au
Jake Jason has been having weird dreams and memories that are surely not his own... right? Ever since meeting the blonde guy at a party...
#1
I met this guy. Briefly, might I add. He’s close with one of the cast members. Christine’s friend, I believe. Dirty blonde hair that gets in the way of his eyes. I couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were. Maybe brown? It was dark. It was a party with the cast and friends. I managed to slip away from my management team for a while and that’s when I met him. He had purple in his hair. There was just something about him. Like I’ve seen him before? I haven’t. I didn’t even catch his name. I would like to see him again.
#4
I’m having nightmares. Every night seems to be a loop or continuation. A fire. And I’m always running through the fire and it’s like I can feel the flames. And I’m always looking for a blonde boy with red in his hair. He’s holding the matches. Sometimes I reach him, sometimes I don’t. It feels all too real.
#9
I don’t know why I keep track of these. These dreams just seem too real. And Rich is in all of them.
#10
Since when did I know his name is Rich?
#19
Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is this?
#20
I don’t remember that last note. I don’t think I remember anything from last night.
#lohst.txt#bmc#be more chill#jake dillinger#rich goranski#richjake#< vaguely#squip horror au#i wanted to write something horror. maybe something vampire#(royal pains vampire au my beloved....)#or the thing I said i wanted to write about richjake and violence because of that one boat boys animatic#but i couldnt figure it out so here's this instead#anyway i don't think jake would be leaving himself messages on his notes app but oh well#jason would. especially when things start getting weird. when jake's memories start bleeding into his own and he starts questioning things#just thinking the horror on both sides. jake realising something has taken over his life#jason realising that there is someone else in “his” body. or that this body isn't really his#neither of them feeling like they have any sense of control#but jake wants his life back and jason doesn't want to disappear#im actually still unsure on the jason thing#on one hand i could play it like this. like a genuine consciousness (not sure if that's the right phrasing) has formed#it has thoughts and feelings. it could be just like any other person#except it was never supposed to exist#and then i get to play with the conflict between jake and jason#or jason is purely the squip. like. literally just the robot wearing jake's body#i get these sound similar but i imagine the second option is less someone finding out that this isn't their body#and they never actually existed#(goddammit tumblr and the 140 character limit in tags you keep ruining my train of thought)#and more the squip purposefully trying to keep jake's consciousness suppressed#every action from the squip as jason is very calculated and nothing is really genuine#whereas if jason was less squip then any action/reaction/emotion is genuine
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a relationship so terrible you end up questioning your entire sexuality and everything about yourself
#i think i’m genuinely still upset about our ex (i say our because he was dating five separate people)#not even ‘i think’ — i KNOW i’m still upset.#and it’s making me wonder why i keep turning to emotionally unavailable masc people who VERY#clearly are trying to take advantage of me and very clearly demonstrate the fact that they will not be there in the way they should be#because in the moment of those Times i find myself giving people the benefit of the doubt in the way i wish people would give me the benefit#of the doubt. and i find myself forgiving them because that’s how love should be.#but i’m forgiving them for things that are so unforgivable that when i look back on it…. i get upset and angry and want to defend myself and#tell them that what they did is wrong. and they should apologize for it and own up to their shit.#but i know they never will and then i feel like i’m standing in front of my parents begging them to see me and hear me out and treat me -#like they should. i find myself repeating cycles that shouldn’t even exist all because i love. i love and i forgive and i trust and i give#and i confide in people who make themselves seem trustworthy#just so they can get their fresh hit of dopamine from someone new. and i feel like they mean it.#until i look back again and see that it’s all the same. every time. it’s the same thing when i read between the lines of their messages.#i’m not even just talking about one person. it kept happening and i’m always left feeling like i did something wrong because#i just wanted them to love me. and i loved them. or i could’ve loved them in a very real way.#i never know if they leave because they’re not interested or if i’m too much or if they were TOO interested.#i don’t know. but i’m still mad. i’m upset.#perpetually pouting.#if you care.#still gay as fuck obviously. just routinely questioning if i even like men. idk idk idk.#h.txt
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