#and i just - im so BAD at expressing my feelings

[mattscoquette]

reader going through perv!matt’s journal

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

[elliesanqel]

pt2 to stay quiet pleassseeee 🙏

need to ruin ellie when we get home

keep screaming

part 1 — stay quiet

sypnosis; after teasing your girlfriend and teaching her half a lesson, you take her home and decide to teach her the other half. warnings; sub!ellie/dom!fem reader, strap use (referred to as a cock), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, praising, not proofread, mdni. a/n; sorry for not posting…i’ve been getting through the first week back at college😔. tysm for your req anon! i don’t normally do more than one part to my oneshots (so if this is bad im so sorry😭), but i realllllyyyyy wanted to make another part for stay quiet, so im glad you asked! i did decide to keep this one short ‘n sweet. also, after posting this i’ll be releasing my masterlist early!! anyways hope u enjoy!

your hand curled around ellies wrist, dragging her up the small pathway leading to her cabin. you had plenty of ideas in your head and although ellie was already riled up due to your denial back at the event, you could promise you were more riled up than her. images of that girl who was all over her flashed in your mind which only fuels your anger which you knew you couldn’t help but take it out on her. oh you were gonna ruin her. and she didn’t even know.

her expressions faltered every so often as you dragged her, as if she couldnt figure out if your grip on her was hurting her or turning her on further. you gripped the door handle as you reached the door, throwing it open as you took ellie in quickly. you shut the door behidn you, locking it as you did. she stood there, a bit dumbfounded, if she was honest. she had to admit, she was angry with you for not letting her cum when you’d got her so riled, but she knew better than to dominate you when you were like this. and no matter how embarrassed she felt when she was submissive, she loved being a loser like that for you.

however, you knew deep down that her loser facade was not just an act, it was genuinely who she was.

you left no time, you quickly back her up onto the bed, pushing her down forcefully as her back meets the soft matress. her eyes blink, looking your pretty figure up and down. “baby…” she began, looking up at you through her lashes as she tried to prop herself up on her shoulders, her voice low as she went to continue, but you didnt let her.

“dont wanna hear it. i swear, im gonna fucking ruin you, williams.” you command, your voice very serious, and she knew how serious due to her face faltering. you’d been here before, but not many times. where ellie was submissive—she didnt like to admit she loved being that for you. but normally when you’d fuck her, her face would be down and squished into the pillows while her ass would be up. but not this time. oh no. you wanted her back to stay against the bed so you could actually see her raw reactions instead of them being muffled into the sheets, her tits boucing, your cock hitting her stomach, the way you slip in and out of her slick pussy. you wanted to see all of that.

you force her further onto the bed, standing inbetween her legs that were now apart and her knees were up. well well well, isnt she a good girl for doing that without being told? she bit down into her bottom lip as so looked at your hands that pulled her skinny jeans down her thighs and off, along with her boxers that had a wet patch—likely the precum from earlier at the event.

you grin at her gleaming pussy, and you swore you could see it pulsing. fucking hell she was so hot, what a dork. her strap was already sitting on the edge of the bed, but you decided to wait for that. you slipped your own shorts off, along with your panties. her head fell back at the sight of you, a small whine of desperation coming from her parted lips. you slowly got down of your knees, positive you could feel the heat coming from her cunt. it gleamed with precum before your eyes and you raised two fingers, dabbing at her enterance before slipping them in and immediately curling them.

“uhhh! fuckkk, baby. oh my god—” she chokes out, her moans coming out desperate and needy. her hips raised further, trying to cause more friction. you grinned at her reaction, seeing the way your fingers pump in and out of her slick heat, it was such a pretty sight.

you curled them more, hitting all the right spots. “shit, shit, mmm!” she whimpered, sounding like some needy whore. she was already riled up enough before this, so she could feel her body shaking, her stomach clenching as she felt herself about to cum.

“oh baby—ohhh! g’nna cum, fuck, yeah…g’nna cum.” she moaned out desperately as if it took all her willpower to say that. you decide to be nice, pumping your fingers further. her face contorts, but you couldnt see her reactions yet as you were still on your knees. you give one last curl before her whole body shudders, her hot, sticky cum squirting out and coating you hand. as she did, a slutty moan dragged out her throat, her eyes still shut so she couldnt see you licking up her release off your hand.

you stand up slowly, nowhere near done with her yet. before she could even open her eyes you’d already grabbed her strap, sliding it on and your hands rested against her knees, spreading her legs apart which did cause her eyes to open.

she looked at you in confusion, her brows furrowing as you aligned your cock at her entrance. “what…what are you doi—” she starts, but before she could finish her face completely falters as you slip your cock inside of her pussy, wasting no time in completely bottoming out inside of her.

“ahhh…mmm! jesus fucking christ.” she desperately whined out. your eyes stayed on her face, wanting to see all the pretty faces she makes. her eyes rolled back, her lips parted as moans fell from them. you werent gentle, though. no way were you going to be gentle. you thrusted inside of her, seeing the way you slip in and out of her so smoothly, the way your cock hits her stomach and loving the way it bulges through, the pain almost proving too much for her as your pace never faltered.

due to how worked up she already was, she was very fragile by now, and the pain mixed with pleasure of your thrusts only edged her further. “got one more for me, baby? gonna tell me who you belong to now?” you tease, your words coming out at the same time as every thrust.

her face contorts, her eyes squeezing shut. “ohhh! fucking hell, you! ohhh, you, baby…” she screams, her voice scratchy. you thrust harder at her words, determined to get her there.

“s’ too much…cant, cant…” she cries out in pleasure. oh she definitely sounded ruined now. “yes you can, come on, baby. one more for me.” you urge her on. you knew there was slight pain to your thrusts now, but the pleasure overpowered it more.

she felt her stomach tighten once more, and you swore you could feel her tightening around your cock too. “go on baby, cum for me. you’re doing so well—mmm…you’re all fucking mine.” you sigh out, pushing her as far as you could.

the overstimulation seemed alot for her, so her body shook alot more vigorously this time, her pussy walls clamping on your cock as her sticky cum shoots out, coating it completely as her body jolts.

“fuckkkk!” she cries out in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. you took a deep breath, taking in her state. you pull out slowly, a whine coming from her at the loss of contact. her stomach heaved up and down as her legs flopped down, and you moved beside her, taking her shivering body in your arms. “you did so well, baby. i love you.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead covered in shiny sweat as you let her arms fall around you now, finding your back as her nails dug in slightly.

she moved her lips to the crook of your neck, resting her head there as she still tried catching her breath, her eyes fluttering shut.

“its always been you, but fuck, you own me.” she whispers breathlessly against you, her breath warm and ragged as it meets with your neck.

[odileeclipse]

o h hj j h my goodness i just found your blog and words cannot describe how much im OBSESSED with your writing style.... its so poetic and the metaphors you use are just *chefs kiss*

uhmm.... if its not too much trouble... could youuuu do a PV (either awakened or not) with a Y/N who,,, has a bad habit of overworking and tends to put off sleep👉👈

its been a rough few past weeks and this man has. unironically been one of my only sources of serotonin/lh

The Gentle Weight of Love Pure Vanilla X reader

The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows over the scattered papers and half-empty ink bottle at your desk. Your vision blurred for the third time that evening, the words in front of you melting into illegible smudges but you shook your head, willing yourself to push forward. Sleep could wait. There was more to do. Always more. A deep sigh behind you sent a shiver down your spine. “My dear,” a voice as soft as spun silk called to you, laced with quiet concern. “Still awake?” Pure Vanilla Cookie’s steps were nearly silent as he approached, yet his presence wrapped around you like a blanket. His warmth pressed at your back as he leaned over your shoulder, eyes scanning the mess of work you had yet to complete. His breath fanned over your cheek, gentle but unmistakably heavy with worry. "You should be resting," he murmured, reaching out to touch your wrist. "You've been pushing yourself for too long again, haven’t you?" You swallowed thickly, avoiding his gaze. "I'm fine," you insisted, though your voice cracked at the edges. "I just... I need to finish this." His fingers curled around your wrist, not to pull you away, but to anchor you in place warm, steady, unyielding in the tenderness he offered. "And when will you be finished, truly? When exhaustion chains your body? When your thoughts blur so much they cease to be your own?" You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your tongue when he moved, kneeling beside your chair so he could look up at you. His hands, worn by time yet still impossibly gentle, cupped yours, thumb brushing over the ink stains on your fingers as if trying to soothe the burden they carried.

"You are not meant to bear the weight of the world alone," he whispered. "Nor are you a machine to be worked until nothing remains." You exhaled shakily, your resolve beginning to fray under his kindness. "But there's still so much to do... I can't just stop." Pure Vanilla Cookie’s expression softened even further, and he lifted your hands, pressing them to his chest. You could feel the steady, unwavering rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips. A quiet, patient reminder that you were here. That you were not alone. "My beloved," he murmured, "even the sun must set to rise again. Even the strongest trees bow to the wind’s embrace. You are no different. To rest is not to surrender, it is to give yourself the kindness you so readily offer to others." Tears pricked at your eyes, hot and stinging, because deep down, you knew he was right. Still, the fear of stopping clung to you like a shadow. "But what if... what if I fall behind?" "You won't," he assured, his thumbs brushing away the tears that slipped free. "I will be here to catch you, always." A shuddering breath left your lips as the last of your strength crumbled, and before you could think, you were in his arms. He pulled you close, tucking your head beneath his chin as his hands traced slow, soothing patterns along your back. His voice hummed against your hair, a lullaby woven from love itself. "You are enough, just as you are. Even when you are still. Even when you rest. I promise you, the world will not fall apart because you chose to take care of yourself." His words wrapped around you like the softest cocoon, unraveling the knots in your chest. And as your body sagged against his, the exhaustion you had been ignoring finally settled in. He smiled against your temple, pressing a kiss there as he murmured, "Let go, my love. Sleep. And when you wake, I will still be here." And so, cradled in his arms, you let the weight of the night carry you away knowing that, in his embrace, you were safe.

A/N I meant to post this a lot earlier I thought I had posted it

[newkatzkafe2023]

Cartoon eh???

Hehehehehe I wanna see Wukong's meeting a SpongeBob Y/N

I'm insane :')

IM READY!!!!!-SpongeBob Squarepants

(Lmk Wukong) You both would have the most childlike and wholesome relationship, to where everyone is jealous. You both are just big kids together getting into all kinds of shenanigans and giggling fits, you are just Wukong's ball of sunshine and being so cheerful to have around him. However Wukong would grow paranoid because of your less flattering traits to your personality, for example your cluelessness and Naivety that could potentially effect your judgment. Then you being accident prone also doesn't help especially when you ran with a sleep mask on and trip over a old chest, then finally your horrendous driving skills as you drive like a maniac and Wukong would literally see his immortal life flash before his eyes. Though dispite the cons of your relationship Wukong fell in love with you anyway, cause you remained him that with the dark their's the light.

(NR Wukong) He had met you a while ago at your job giving him a krabby patty and didn't mind flirting with a hot freckles lady, and you can be Chaotic and hyperactive as him as well. It's always fun with you and he never knows exactly what your gonna do next and it never gets old with him. Though here's the unfortunate part................OH MY GOD!!!! HE WOULD ALSO THINK YOUR TRYING TO KILL HIM WITH YOUR DRIVING!!!!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!!😵😱😰😨☠️ Wukong bike was being fixed by Li so the poor old bastard had to ask you to drive him places, that was the biggest mistake of his immortal life. The second he got in your car his life had flashed before his eyes, I mean you always got to where you need to go but now his fur is white and years of his life was shaved off.

(HIB Wukong) Great an extra child just great, but you would always tell him your just a kid at heart. Wukong would feel his eye twitching because of your everyday antics, especially when you seem to be as clueless and Naive as his son Luier is. However what made him gravitate towards you was how loyal and caring you are, not to mention selfless as you make sacrifices for him and his kids. you would get extremely scared for Wukong and the children, and how you would jump into action with your karate skills defend Luier and Silly Girl. Wukong also blushes and loves hearing you laugh as you teach the children to catch jellyfish, making sure they are safe and loved by you overall your an inqured taste but not a bad one.

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh noooooooo if your SpongeBob then he's your sqiudward, due to how jaded and grumpy personality. Even though you would drive him and everybody around you to the brink of madness, he feels that with you, life isn't so terrible. You know things can be bad, but you never let it get to you and would even try to share your sunshine side view with him at least to make him feel better. Wukong would be baffled by your behavior and personality because you seem to be the type to be positive about everything, and kind no matter who mistreats you not to mention accident prone. This made Wukong very protective of you as you even easier to trick than even the monk With that, but you remained loyal, kind, and respectful to you dear monkey king. Wukong appreciates you for everything you do for him even though he would never admit it.

(Netflix Wukong) To be honest with you, he didn't want you at all at first, but you quickly became something he needed. You were very annoying to him, and Wukong felt your stupidity can make everything worse for him. It's even more embarrassing and irritating when you don't seem to understand him. You would give him whatever support he needs joining him in fights which is when he learned you know something called karate apparently, the finally straw was when he went over his head and you had pulled him away from danger. Boi did Wukong spend hours lashing out and yelling at you as you stood and took it with a worried expression as hugged him. That's when he realized that he eyes were red and he was actually crying, you sticked with him even though he tried to push you away and get rid of you. You offered nothing but kindness and unconditional love, and care and he finally realized he loves you as much as well.

(BMW Wukong) Oh man he would be a god awful influence on you, especially to someone young, impressionable and basically innocent like you. Being with Wukong would tend to get you into alot of trouble, and with that you would try to be his moral compass, because your naive traits Wukong gets away with alot. However he didn't like being told what to do, but over time he didn't disappointing you either as you would give him sad eyes everytime. Wukong is extremely protective of you since your clueless and Naive to people trying to trick you, and with that quick to defend you from the threats and danger. Wukong loves you sure you were goofy as all hell, but he didn't mind having you being his moron.

(Destined one) You are the most selfless and loyal person the Destined one's ever met, and your determination to help him in his endeavors no matter what. You are relatively smart helping thr destined one make battle plans and making sure to make him lunches and dinner to help him in his journey. However being at the same time clueless the Destined one had to pull you out of danger a good few times, since your clueless at times and reckless considering not seeing the danger at times. Dispite that you would do anything for the Destined one and have no problem helping him and he loves you so much for that.

(Lotmk Wukong) Awww your like that little kid couple that people found in a kindergarten schoolyard. Your so happy-go-lucky and cheerful and Wukong immediately opened up to you, and you Quickly became friends. You both love to spend time together and enjoy playing games and catching jellyfish, Wukong does worry about your naive nature and being occasionally accident prone. However he's not a hypocrite because he got the wool pulled over his eyes too, not to mention how innocent and well meaning you are to everyone. With that knowledge of each other your both extremely protective of each other and battling enemies together, since you know karate and fought his enemies. The point is you both have each other's backs sharing the same selflessness, you have for each other and everybody around you.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG 😄

[voidyellingback]

...alright, I did it. I wish I was coming here with better news. I don't have bad news necessarily. his reaction was in the realm of my expectations, but it was more negative than positive.

he expressed support for me, said he'd love me no matter what. he cracked a few jokes, saying that we'll have to start playing baseball and going fishing together. I did like that.

on the other hand, he was heavily HEAVILY insinuating that I'm only trans because I'm mentally ill. says that I shouldn't be making such big life decisions while I'm not "sound of mind", like I'm not all there. I've been feeling this way since long before 95% of my mental health struggles surfaced. he wants me to focus on my other mental health struggles before transitioning, even though I conveyed to him that gender dysphoria is worsening all of my other problems.

he said some hurtful things. told me about his friends who believe that being trans is a mental illness that can be "cured". he called me his daughter.

overall, I'm feeling kind of... heartbroken? very discouraged and very very sad. I feel very vulnerable and rejected. I feel like a fool. I dont know why I thought it would go overwhelmingly positive. im trying to hold onto hope. he is gen x and just isn't very educated about trans issues, but he is usually willing to learn. at the same time, he always needs to be right, always needs to have the last word, and he is deeply skeptical and adversarial toward anything unfamiliar. I don't want to have to be an activist. I don't want my ability to transition to hinge off of whether or not I can perfectly wordsmith my emotions into sound waves to please him.

im grateful that he expressed support. but I know that I have a lot of work ahead of me. things may not go according to plan, which is devastating. I may not be able to transition as soon as I would like. there is no female future for me. why should I wait to pursue what I am going to pursue on my own anyway?

i cant keep living this way. I need to transition, I cant stay in the closet. it is killing me. I've been waiting to finally be myself for years and years and years, how much longer do I have to wait? how much longer can I safely wait?

it is not just a parental support issue, but a cost issue, too. we don't know how much hrt will cost. I live in one of the reddest states in the country so I'd have to travel to the nearest blue state in order to even be consulted. fuck, get me out of here

i know this isn't the update that a lot of people were wanting. it isn't what I wanted, either. I don't know what else to say. thank you for listening.

im coming out to my dad as trans tomorrow!! wish me luck, i will reblog with an update!!!

[puppppppppy]

horrible truth bomb dropped on my head 20 min ago

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[felassan]

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[stormyrainyday]

apologies this is far from a coherent shower thought but i think it's time we like. decided to detach our identity a bit from the things we do. it's fine to just read. you don't have to be a reader. it's fine to just game. you don't have to be a gamer. you can be those things but i feel like in a quest to find ourselves and open our hearts, especially to others online (because i know, the first thing we do when on a new platform is say hi im [name] i like these things we should talk, i know, i do, my pinned post is literally that), i feel like we forget that we are more than the things we do and even the things we love. we, to borrow words from slay the princess, contain it in our multitudes.

it's a sentiment i've felt for a long time as someone who has been on the internet and in fandom spaces for a good decade now, and like. i find when we hold these things so close that they become us, we become too defensive over them. how many minor fandom disagreements spiral into threats, name calling, doxxing even? i find, especially younger users in fan spaces, tend to take even small differences of opinion and take them personally. saw someone blow up and call people awful names over believing only one person could top in a genshin ship. another left a server i was in because they disliked a popular character, and other (respectfully), decided to share why they did like her. i get that things like rejection sensitivity are a thing, but i think this failure to recognize the self as an entity apart from the things you do and the thoughts you have definitely contribute to this. phenomenon i suppose.

it's genuinely slay the princess that has given me the vocabulary to express and understand this thing i was already thinking. i think, though we are not gods, it's important to understand that we are not things so easily defined. we consist of our thoughts, our actions, our perceptions, our beliefs, and more. even the outside world's perception of us reflects some part of our nature. but not all of it. it's impossible to define oneself in one, two, three words or even an essay.

because like we don't exist in a vacuum. part of our existence is defined in our interactions with others. but not all. never all. there is no one who can truly know you, and we cannot truly know ourselves. our principles bend to the whims of circumstance no matter what we tell ourselves otherwise, so we can't decide what we are or what we would be in a situation for sure, ever. and that's not a bad thing, but if we can't ever truly know ourselves, then how can we assign such great importance to something as superficial as the things we enjoy sometimes?

we are both a constant and the capacity to change. and to take just a handful of things and call it your identity, even subconsciously, is a disservice to the self. in an effort to be seen we break ourselves down into easy (i hate to say it but) marketable pieces.

take being a reader for example. it has always felt like vague slang for booksmart, thoughtful, likely quiet and introverted as well, just as much as it means "i like to read books". theres an aesthetic to it involved, and a whole subculture. do you write in your books? do you keep them museum-fresh quality? do you read smut or classics or high fantasy or satire and what does it say about you? if you say audiobooks aren't real literature, are you signalling to others about quality and sophistication, or are you a pretentious asshole, and ableist to boot? these connotations assigned to such an otherwise benign thing about someone are i think are reflective of the construct of identity and perception. i could go on about it in a way that's more coherent but i, a student, have other things to do right now.

(does being a student make me intelligent? does it impress you to know i study medicine? what if i told you i average Cs in my classes? what if i told you i dislike patient care? what if i told you i'm not here for the money OR to make the world a better place, and that i'm here purely to serve my curiosities about the way the body functions and to absolve my obsessive need to understand just what are we? does this change what you think of me? does it matter? what if you knew the guilt i felt for seeing so much suffering, but still hating patient care enough to worry endlessly about being stuck in it as a career? am i better for it? but i have not acted on this guilt. it is a mere feeling that only i know. knew. is it different now that i've confessed it? does it matter? does any of it change who i am, fundamentally? or am i a thing detached from it all? or. as i like to believe. is it both? your shifting perceptions of me and the way i change shape and form (so much like our beloved princess in slay the princess) in your eyes, they make up me just as much as the soul or the self or whatever other philosophical name you assign to it. at the end of the day, isn't the most important thing that i am just me? both devoid of and constituted of the sum of my parts? what is found in the spaces between my cells? impulses and chemicals. is that me? is it all me? can i ever really know it? and why, why, why define it at all?)

[sharpsuite]

please chishiya hates this icon so much i'm laughing

🎄MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE / MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎄

I know many people are going to be pretty busy today & tomorrow and in general during this time so you might see this post a few times, but I want to make sure everyone or as many get to see this as possible. I want to take time to say MERRY CHRISTMAS and/or HAPPY HOLIDAYS to everyone here who celebrates this, or anything else you may celebrate. Or even if you don't celebrate !! I hope you're having a wonderful time. Whether that's with friends, family, your pets, or just yourself & all of us here on the digital space on the phones and computers.

Genuinely though, I really do want to take some time to say thank you to everyone whose followed and interacted with this blog. I had absolutely NO IDEA if I'd get any interactions at all with how nonexistent the rpc seemed. But everyone's made it such a wonderful experience to be here. It has been an absolute pleasure to get to know you and your muses. Whether we chat a lot ooc or not, if we interact a lot or not, it's amazing to see you around. I love seeing your OCs, your canon muses, your ideas for the future. I love seeing your passion for muses even if I don't necessarily know them, but I'm always happy to learn!

2024 has....definitely been a rough year for me, and I know many others have also had a rough one. But we're here! We made it. And I've made so many new and wonderful friends. I hope you can feel that and know that in this time that can be both fun as well as hard and taxing. This is a little sappy, and funny enough for all the writing that I do, I'm not always the best at expressing myself. But please know that I adore you and your presence here, and I look forward to so many interactions and chats with you in the future. Stay safe this holiday season, have fun, make sure to take care of yourself, and know I'm here to support you. 💖

[xxplastic-cubexx]

just read the new mutants issue where Charles chose to stay behind in space and my god the juxtaposition between Charles trusting Erik and Erik joining the hellfire club and wondering at his own trust worthiness. I wonder how much of Charles decision was him ultimately trying to avoid the fact that his first class had seemingly betrayed mutant kind and not be willing to face them and how much of it was Dani and Illyana's reaction to him having Karma mind control Illyana. the fact that Illyana was depending on him to ease her mind through limbo and in choosing to stay he forced karma to do it instead, probably fucking up their relationship in the process.

I love him, this is crazy, how much of this is him trying to runaway and how much is this him not trusting himself to fix things and how much is it just him trusting Erik?

i keep trying to put into words my exact thoughts about the sitch but there really is a lot for one issue aintit... oh charles you and your brain...

[loneliestpeopleinnewport]

The Best Chrismukkah Ever, 1x13.

The Perfect Storm, 3x05

[cent-scratchnsniff]

from a bit back. sorry to you yesod in particular the bees called

[sunfloralchaos]

On being told you're too loud, too emotional, too much - either directly or indirectly and getting stuck having to unlearn the urge to just disappear as a result

[hiswrlds]

My fatal flaw is wanting sonic team to adhere to Sonic's core character traits while not adhering to them myself mostly due to my inability to write smart funnier dialog or even understand quibs or comebacks sometimes

[masterfuldoodler]

girlbossed too hard.... unless...