#and i’m fucking tired of it and i deserve better and people need to realise how good i actually am

[diaz-fox]

you know what, i’ve had enough of being sad. i’m pretty fucking great and if the people i love and care about can’t appreciate that then that’s their loss tbh

[ba9go]

guard dog katsuki

katsuki being protective of you when you wear a short dress out on a date with him

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader (sfw) just a teensy bit suggestive but mostly fluff

katsuki loves it when you dress up on dates.

partially because you’ve dolled yourself up for him, doing your hair all nice and spritzing that damn perfume that katsuki’s addicted to. but even more so because he loves it when his girl’s feeling all pretty and confident. as you should, always.

it’s a friday night and katsuki’s picking you up from your place to bring you out to a really nice restaurant for dinner. it’s been a long, tiring week, and you’re a real sight for sore eyes, in that little black dress that sits tight on all your curves.

it’s gorgeous on you. you look absolutely ravishing in it (and katsuki has every intention of ravishing you later tonight), so really, katsuki has no complaints about the dress.

but god, katsuki hates the way these extras are looking at you.

katsuki glares at every guy who walks past you with their eyes clearly glued to you. as if his arm isn’t wrapped securely around your waist. as if it wasn’t already clear that you belong to him.

“katsuki, you okay?” you ask, looking up at him sweetly. “you’ve been kinda quiet.”

“my bad,” katsuki mutters, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. he’s busy staring down some depraved fucker who’s shamelessly staring at your ass from across the street. “m’listenin’, jus’ keep talkin’.”

but you’re not dense, and you quickly realise that katsuki’s irritated by all the unwanted attention you’re receiving.

“sorry, kats,” you grimace as you pull down your dress in an attempt to make it seem more modest. “i left my jacket in your car, i should’ve taken it with me to the restaurant.”

“you cold?” katsuki asks. you shake your head. “then what d’ya need your jacket for?”

“to cover up a lil.”

“why? ya not feelin’ comfortable?” katsuki asks almost demandingly, like an overly concerned parent, and you can’t help but laugh.

“i’m okay, katsuki, but i feel bad. you’re like my guard dog, glaring at every sketchy guy we walk by. this wouldn’t be a problem if—”

“if people weren’t freaks,” katsuki finishes for you. “s’got nothin’ to do with you, darlin’. you look beautiful tonight, as always.”

“thank you, katsuki.” you smile. katsuki tightens his arm around you and looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky tonight.

“i got you covered princess.”

katsuki does indeed have you covered. a drunk guy asking for your number almost knocks into you and proceeds to get kicked to the curb by katsuki.

BONUS:

“hey, dollface! can i get your number?”

“hey, fucker, want mine instead?” katsuki snaps so quickly you have to hold back your laughter.

“woah there, buddy, calm down!”

“this is me being calm, dipshit. can’t you see my girl’s holdin’ my hand right now? that’s the only thing keeping me from going over there and fucking you up, so you’d better hightail it out of here before i kill you for even thinkin’ that trash like you could ever deserve a chance with my gi—”

“katsuki, enough. he’s already running away, see?”

“…yes, ma’am.”

“good. thanks for being such a good dog, ‘suki.”

“the fuck did you just call me?! …not in public, dumbass.”

say “woof” katsuki! 🦴

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[dumplingsjinson]

List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 3)

“Truth be told? I miss the times — the me — before I fell in love with you.�� 

“You know, I can see myself in, on top of, or under you. What do you say?” “I can see you buried six feet under my very feet if you don’t stop joking about this shit with me.” 

“Was there a point when you fell out of love with me?” “There was a point when I fell in love with you, but never out.”

“When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

“Right person, wrong time… What if this is the right time? We’re just the wrong people for each other.”

“You have me wrapped around your fingers. Crazy part is, I don’t mind it.” 

“Don’t forget this: I made you. I can easily break you if I wanted to.” 

“I shared pieces of me, with so many people, and none of them kept those pieces safe, and I don’t know if I can risk that with you because it would devastate me if you turn out to be the same as them all. I would be completely destroyed.” 

“Don’t give me that look.”

“You okay?” “No. I need hugs. From you. I need you to hug me.” 

“I just wanna fucking get over you so I can be okay again.” 

“Stop trying to remind me that you’re still in my life. I’m trying to not think about you, for God’s sake.”

“I wanna kiss you so badly right now but we’re in public and I know you hate public display of affection—“ “I’ll allow you to do it this time.” “Wait… Really?” 

“I make shitty decisions and you’re a testament to that matter.”

“I have things to do, and most of them include me trying not to think about you.”

“I’ve never cried because of someone, you know? I didn’t have anyone to cry over. You’re the first, and you’ll also be the last, or so God help me through this embarrassment.” 

“Breaking up with me does not mean you had to kick me off your Spotify playlist, you know? Because damn. As much as I’m upset, your list had some bangers.” 

“You don’t get to do decide my feelings for you.” 

“I’m not bitchless, you fucking dickhead. Take that back!” 

“Every little thing reminds me of you, which sucks because you’re not in my life anymore.”

“It’s kinda weird not seeing your name on my phone when I wake up. It’s gonna take me some time to get used to this.”

“I think I knew this wasn’t going to last when I realised it’s not that I trust you. It’s that I don’t care what you do, and who you might be fucking around with.”

“One text from you has me happier than a child whose mother bought them their favourite candy. It’s not okay.” 

“I don’t share my Spotify playlist with just anyone. It’s like a secret love language of mine, reserved for those I want to let in. You’re one of them, yet you’re here thinking I don’t feel the same way about you?”

“I dunno, I just… Kinda fell for you.”

“You’re the reason why I fell in love with you. You, as a whole.” 

“There are some songs that I can’t listen to anymore, because they remind me of you; of all the times we’ve had together. And it sucks because some of them are great songs. And you fucking ruined them, you asshole.”

“I’m tired of acting like I don’t care, because I do. I fucking do, and that’s what makes this even worse.” 

“One thing you should know about me is that I suck at letting go.”

“So you’re telling me I’m supposed to sit here and give a fuck? You couldn’t pay me enough to do that. I have places to be and things to do.” 

“You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“You deserve someone better than me—” “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“You ever think about how good we could have been together?” “Yeah. I think about it all the time, and then I remember how badly you fumbled. So yeah, good job.”

“You’re blushing.” “I’m not.” “…Then I guess I’ll have to give you something to blush over.”

“I lost myself while trying to find the good in you.”

“I think it’s comforting that they’re somewhere out there… Even if we never speak again, you know? They were a part of my life, even if it was only for a little while. They made me feel good, even if it was only for a short amount of time.” 

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” 

“If we break up, I’d look for you in other people and be reminded that they are not you, and that I’d never find someone like you again. And… I don’t think I can bear the thought of that.”

“I give you permission to break my heart.” “And I give you permission to end me if I ever do break your heart.” 

“I have things to do—“ “And I’m one of them.”

“You’re only saying sorry because you want to make yourself feel better, so you can go shove that sweet apology up your ass because it doesn’t mean shit. I hope you continue to feel like shit over what you did, because I’m never forgiving you.”

“I had expectations for someone I knew couldn’t meet those expectations, so that’s my fault for expecting anything from you at all.”

“You? Breaking my heart? It’s funny how you think you even have that power over me.”

“You were like a routine that I loved and it felt… comfortable. But I guess that’s not the case anymore.” 

“You fell in love with the idea of someone that wasn’t even real. You fell in love with your own projections. How are you so foolish to think that it would have worked out?”

“I’m fine. Of course I’m fine.” “Everything about this interaction is telling me you’re not fine — not even close.”

“The idea of us was perfect. Blame me for thinking it would turn out into something good and as fantastical as what I made it out to be in my head.”

“Because no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s about to drive me to the very brink of insanity, so if you’ll excuse me for not wanting to be near you, that would great.”

“I would not be who I am today if not for you.” 

(pt 1.) | (pt. 2)

[ryuzakemo128]

A letter for you

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x you, female reader

Content Warning: SA mentioned. Implied verbal abuse. Manipulation. The whole nine yards of deep and dark. Toxic parents.

Words: 623

Masterlist

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

Note: Sequel to the headcanons.

You had to do it, didn’t you? You just had to do this shit to me. Even though you were having a taste of your own medicine. You had to make yourself into a martyred victim of some kind. Don’t try to deny it. I know for a fact you’re sitting there, reading this letter with a cocky smirk or grin, thinking, ‘I have him where I want him.’ No you don’t. You will get nothing from me.

Ever.

I heard you were running your mouth again. Saying shit about me behind my back. You wanted a reaction so badly to make yourself into an angel from the soul of an endless devil, I won’t fall to my knees and beg for you to come back. Crafting an angel from your bones when we all know you’re unfit to become one of your own accord.

I have grown since I left you. I have grown since I told you to leave my fucking apartment. Don’t lie about shit when you can’t help but suck cock while I’m gone. Don’t spin the truth like the records you trashed one afternoon, lying about it being a mistake.

You made vile comments about my past as a sexual assault victim. You made me hate myself more than I ever did. Fuck you and the horse you ride on. Or in your case cock.

Not only that, but you lied when you said you stopped seeing him.

Not only that, but you are a natural-born snake. A liar. A thief. I only just managed to steal back my heart you took from me when we first met.

I haven’t decided whether I want to forgive you. Maybe I’ll decide that forgiving you isn’t worth it. Maybe I shouldn’t forgive you anyway. Forgiveness is too good for you. You didn’t work to earn it. You didn’t bleed for it. Furthermore, you didn't sweat hard for it. You did nothing to get the right to be given it. I don’t want to hear more excuses, and for once in your life fix your god-damn plumbing issue with your shitty second toilet.

Come find me when you’re done fucking up the people around you. Come see me when you want to learn to grow the fuck-up and deal with the real world. As I have. As the rest of people down here. Until then, stay the fuck away from me.

Until you realise you are the cause of your own mistakes. I can’t take you back. I can’t risk my heart getting torn to pieces. My patience with you has officially ended, and my claws are about to come out. You have fucked with the wrong person. Don’t mistake this letter for a last kiss or last hurrah. I don’t have time to fucking deal with your mistakes. Fix them yourself, you petulant fucking child.

Go to therapy.

Make better life choices.

Actually, live a life instead of coasting along with whoever’s dick is inside of you right now. It won’t fix your so called ‘personality’. People will eventually get tired of your shit and leave you behind.

Fix your fucking front door lock. It’s loose and someone could easily break in to steal your shit. Fix it.

Instead of blaming your exes for leaving you. Question as to why they left you to begin with. Have some self-respect, woman, and look inward instead of outward.

Cut off your toxic parents. They don’t actually care about you, they just want to lord over you and insult your choices. Cut them out. Go no contact with them. Block their numbers, block them on social media. You don’t need them in the same way they need you. Cut off your toxic parents.

What we deserve and what we get are two different things.

Yours, in annoyed yet carefree, pleasant solitude, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

[rreskk]

Hello mother of Trevor smut!

Do you write for Michael? And if so... I am in dire need of Micheal fucking reader in front of Trevor (reader is dating Trevor) and reader moans Michaels name so Uncle T gets mad.

Thank you!! -Anon

A good old angsty- drama AND smutty fanfic??? Yes!

Summary: His best-friend made you feel way better... And he hated it.

TW: -Smut -Drug use

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Michael Townley (slight /Trevor Philips as well)

Word count: 2226

Back in the North Yankton days, it wasn’t uncommon for the boys to share girls for good sex. You’ve seen it yourself when chilling in their motel rooms. While you and Trevor would share smokes and watch crappy movies through this static TV, Michael (or Brad) would have this prostitute in the background, fucking her pussy stupid. They’d take turns as well.

It was hard to get used to considering you’ve never seen people so open and shameless about their sex addictions. Even Trevor’s sex-drive was a complete shock to you after every night of sex, he’d wake up horny still. You were constantly bouncing on his dick whenever he wasn’t hiding from authorities or doing God knows what with Mikey and Brad.

However, this one night had changed everything.

Trevor had brought you along to this fairly cheap, shitty motel room. It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally.

“Bro, I’m telling you,” Brad was in a middle of an argument with Trevor, “I’m looking at this fucking map and there’s no booze store or strip-joint nearby.”

You were holding both yours and Trevor’s rucksacks as they continued to bicker heatedly. It was a normal thing.

Michael had sat down beside you with a tired expression. He ogled you for a moment before smiling. Your relationship with Mikey was sweet and close. He always looked out for you in such ways that made you feel… Important. Although you loved Trevor, he didn’t have that “boyfriend material” to him. Unlike Michael. He was pure “husband material” from the way he’d help clean all your clothes, protect you from Trevor’s occasional tantrums, drive you places, steal you period products (etc…)

“You’re a fuckin’ prick!” You heard your boyfriend cry as he’d storm over and snatch his bag from your arms. He hurried through it, pulling out a stash of cocaine and stomping to the small bathroom.

Sometimes… Just sometimes you looked at Michael and wished he was your boyfriend instead.

And sometimes… You think he knows that.

“Great, he’s in a bad mood – “ The bathroom door slammed shut, “… Again.” Mikey muttered.

“He’s a fucking asshole!” Brad attempted to correct Michael’s vocabulary.

“He’s not that bad.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, [y/n]. You deserve better.”

You sighed. Michael was right.

“I’d get myself a proper man, if I were you.” Remarked Brad who kept his concentration on the small map provided by the motel.

 “He is nicer when we are alone.” You tried to comfort yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We cuddle, watch movies together… And, uh… We do other things as well – “

“Have sex, yeah. We know,” Mikey exhaled, “Trevor tells us everything.”

“He does?” You felt your heart ache a little bit. Your nights alone together, you thought it was romantic and sentimental. Now you’re realising that he sees as nothing but a stress relief.

“Yes. Is date nights really just blowjobs and handjobs?” He’d ask.

Being honest was painful. When you nodded, it was basically telling Mikey and Brad that Trevor ain’t worth shit.

“I don’t suppose you know if he actually… Loves me, right?”

Michael was hesitant but kept his composure.

“He does love you. He just struggles with expressing it,” He’d tried to explain, “He does think of you a lot, trust me. He knows he ain’t the model boyfriend, but he can’t help it.”

“Right.”

“He’s a bit loco, [y/n].” Brad whistled.

“Listen, [y/n]… I know it’s hard being around him. I mean, I’ve known the dickhead for years and he’s always been pretty manic.” Michael was sitting close to you at this point.

“Well, yeah, he’s literally snorting coke right no – “

“Brad, shut up!” Mikey groaned, his hand hesitantly touching your thigh as he returned his attention to you.

“He’s emotionally unstable.” You’d whisper.

“Very…”

Silence overcame you both. Your eyes drifted to his hand-placements, finding yourself happy when he fondled your legs and sit as close as he could. When making eye-contact, you both smiled warmly.

“I still can’t believe that lucky bastard managed to charm you.” He’d whisper before leaning close, sight fixating on your lips.

You had the temptation for a while, now it was within your reach. The risk… He was only in the other room filling himself with every drug imaginable. You hoped if he was to see this, he’d be too high to see or function.

Bradley noticed the increased tension of you both and sucked in his lips. He decided – last minute – to turn his back and “pretend” he wasn’t aware of what was going on (a cowardice action to avoid confrontation since… He didn’t want to be the target of any fury).

Then he heard shifting on the other bed and cringed. Trevor’s totally going to kill Michael.

You were lying under him as he leaned closer before your lips touched. Your hands touched his shaved head, clasping his jacket, feeling his jaw when you both grew very indulged throughout the kiss.

Michael would continuously peer over his shoulder before you both began stripping clothes. He was anxious as well, you could tell. You didn’t want this to disturb his performance so you guided his lips against your neck and begged him to carry on. He was quick to react and made love to every inch of your exposed skin until you were a hopeless mess. 

“You don’t want him to hear…” Mikey murmured in your ear, his hands removing your shirt and bra.

“Guys, c’mon… If you’re gonna fuck, I ain’t gonna stay around!” You heard Bradley murmur as he stumbled out of the motel room.

“Good riddance.” Michael’s voice rumbled against your neck, his tongue leaving trails of his saliva, reaching your collarbone and lower.

No matter how good it felt, each moan shook with guilt. He was only in the other room, you boyfriend, well… Unconfirmed boyfriend (thanks to his possessiveness), and now you were getting freaky with his best friend.

“Oh, fuck – “ You’d struggle when he kissed down your stomach.

Then a deep ruckus occurred in the bathroom, the sound of things being dropped and whatnot. It was followed by a deep, slurred voice (after the digestion of cocaine).

“Baaaabbeeee!” Trevor called from behind the closed door, “Where’s my fuckin’… Lighter? It ain’t in my fuckin’ bag!”

Mikey froze and gazed up at you. He mouthed something but you were too busy panicking.

“[y/n]? Answer me, baby! I want to have my weed!”

“I- I think… I think it’s, uh…”

“Argh, I found it! It was in my fuckin’ hand.” Shouted Trevor as Michael breathed out in relief and continued kissing your tummy pouch and hips.

His lips reached your pantie lines and your hand itched, grabbing the back of his head for support. He’d grunt in response before pulling down your panties and looking up, waiting for your signal.

“What if he…” Your words trailed off when you stared into his blue eyes. It instantly melts you.

“[y/n], it’ll be okay.”

And with that, you nodded and lifted up your hips for him to confiscate your panties. Michael smiled warmly. He threw it aside and hovered over your naked body. He skipped the usual foreplay you were used to with Trevor. It was weird not having him suck your boobs, leave huge marks on your neck, make out until your lips were swollen.

It was refreshing… Yet when he pulled your legs up to line himself with your wet cunt, it was just hard to miss that extra loving.

“Ah, yes!” Your thoughts about Trevor were washed away when Michael pushed into your pussy. He caressed your thighs when thrusting in and out, holding your legs over his shoulders.

“There we go…” His words were comforting and soft, the opposite of him.

“Oh, God… It’s so good, Mikey! – “

You both were unaware of the bathroom door opening. Facing the bed, Trevor’s high-state quickly crashed down. He held the blunt in his mouth and stared at Michael, who was making you moan louder than he’s ever heard.

The betrayal, jealousy. He was ENRAGED.

“Fuck, fuck!” Your whimpers combined with Mikey’s grunts sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Trevor.

The shock he felt made it hard to speak. He just stood there, weak. He let the blunt drop from his mouth as he watched his best friend fuck his girl. Trevor ogled the way your body shook when being fucked. He watched you stare up at Michael with nothing but pure lust and admiration. The jealousy quickened after your moans only increased in pitch.

“Mikey!”

Deciding to make his awareness known, Trevor stepped closer to the bed and make eye-contact with you. You gasped and held your breasts, as if that helped the situation.

“Uh, yeah… Oh, fuck – what? Huh?” Michael noticed your shocked expression before he peered over his shoulder and saw the murderous glare from his best buddy, “Shit, Trevor, bro! – “

“The fuckin’ fuck! Are you fuckin’ my girl, Mikey? What… [y/n]? What the fuck is this!” He’d outrageously shout, eyes burning with Hell.  

“Trevor,” You breathed as Mikey continued to thrust despite being caught, “Please, Trevo – Ah! Michael! Yes!” Then he found your G-spot, ruining your chance of an explanation by pathetically moaning his best friends name.

“Sorry, Trevor.” He’d pant through the cycle of hitting your G-spot until you were both on the edge of a good orgasm.

Even though he was completely furious and psychotic, whenever Trevor watched you moan, it was arousing. He held his tongue. He developed a boner, raging like his anger. He wanted to yell, he wanted to punch Mikey, but most of all, he wanted in. He tried to ignore this fantasy by screaming insults at you both.

“YOU ARE BOTH JUDAS!”

Yet it toned down after he couldn’t contain himself. Michael, using his thumb, rubbed your clit as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your pussy. He worked hard to see you so beautifully shaken.

“Mikey! Ah! Yes!” You’d moan unconsciously.

Trevor leaned against the wall, pulling out his erection and rubbing it raw. His glare remained fixated on you. He jacked off to you being fucked stupid dumb. He pleasured himself dry, wishing he was in Michael’s place. The jealousy. He was in anguish knowing that you were receiving the best sex of your life.

“I fuckin’ hate you both.” Trevor growled from the wall, his hand beating his cock until it was bruised and swollen.

“I’M GONNA CUM, MIKEY!”

“I fuckin’… hate you…” Your boyfriends voice turned into harsh whispers as he was intensely motivated on jacking off.

“[y/n]… [y/n]…” Michael breathed and jerked his hips into your, crying out your name. His penis shivered and soon enough, you gasped as you climaxed, cum caking his dick that was begging for disclosure.

“AH! YES!”

He fucked you through the orgasm before pulling out and touching his tip, encouraging his semen to squirt and paint your tummy. He squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled. The climax, for Michael, looked much needed since he stumbled onto his knees and placed a hand on your breast, struggling to breathe.

“Mmm.” Trevor huffed when witnessing the hot-mess. He clawed his cock, even though it was burning with brutality. He whispered your name and when he made eye-contact with your guilty face, his mood grew more hostile and his masturbation got increasingly heavy.

Michael quickly stood up and tucked away his length, deciding that he had tortured his buddy enough. He gave you knowing glance, a signal to maybe… Get dressed and leave the room to give him some space.

“I thought we were done with sharing her. She’s my girl, now.” Trevor grunted at Mikey, his hand suffocating his cock.

“She needed some real love.”

“Fuck you, Mikey. Fuck you. FUCK YOU!”

“Sharing is caring…” Was the last thing he could say before a lamp was thrown his way.

You took that sign and dressed yourself, following Michael’s lead out towards the door before he called your name.

“[y/n]… Don’t fuckin’ leave. We ain’t finished here.”

“Trevor, I’m sorry, I really am – “

“Save it. Just stay here. I ain’t gonna let that cunt touch your pussy again, you hear me?” He hissed.

“I am sorry though.”

“Oh, yeah. You looked it.”

“Trevor – “

“I don’t do forgiveness. You can’t even earn that shit from me. But I’ll get my way.” Words barely made it out clear as he was close to his orgasm as well, masturbating with pure stamina due to the high drugs in his system.

You sighed, shame making you feel sick.

“C’mere…” He’d order.

You hesitantly walked over before he came all into his hands, moaning your name in the process. He made you watch as his dick squirted semen against his shaky palms.

“Yeess…” His groans were low-key, almost sounding angry itself.

Then he wiped all that cum onto your face with a sick grin. He rubbed every inch until you were covered.

“There we go… I feel a tiny bit better…”

It was so warm and sticky. You held back the urge to shiver considering it was overstimulating. Trevor then caressed your bottom lip before he walked past you, his shoulder brushing against yours. He walked out of the motel room in silence and left you to think about what you have done, and what is about to happen next.

[skyfallscotland]

Ok, House of Sky and Breath live reactions, final part! We're done! Only one more Maasverse book to go. Thank fuck

• Ithan noooo! How will Tharion ever survive if you die before he realises how perfect you are together?

• Oh, Tharion's actually here? Don't worry Dumb, Dumber is here to make sure you're ok 😭

• Wait??? Is Tharion with Hypaxia?? I mean...that's ok, she thinks Ithan's cute? We could make that threesome work??

• Ooooh Ruhn setting up his own Cinderella moment? 🥺 top tier shit!

• Ruhn's Cinderella moment getting ruined by the evil step-sister? Not top tier shit 😤

• WAIT, Hypaxia and Celestina?! Ok, that one I didn't see coming! Literally everyone in this fic book is in an arranged marriage and none of them want to be in it and honestly, I'm so tired of SJM using consent and rape as a plot device and barely ever touching the consequences

• Almost as sick as I am of Bryce and Hunt's sex drive. Shut the fuck up, honestly, you're insufferable!! I'm almost finished this book I think? I hope? And there's been barely any (worthwhile) plot whatsoever. I'm here for the smut, I love smut, but there is such a thing as too much and these two are so boring, I can't even. I'd rather eat stale bread, bye

• Lidia 😭😭 Imma take that as confirmation that I'm right and Day is the Hind. I have such a soft spot for the sister who was discarded and turned into a vicious little thing, may she get her own shadow wielder, she deserves it 😭🖤 Remi 🤝 Lidia forever

• "I don't have a foot fetish." You're BITING HER TOES 😭 I hate them istg

• Oh, we're talking about a war? Yeah, must be the last 200 pages.

• Tharion is such a fucking idiot. Maybe that’s why I ship him with Ithan—just...dumb and dumber.

• Baby Baxian being Danika's mate? Danika not telling Bryce a single thing? No, no, nope, not having it. Firstly, Baxian deserves better tbh. Secondly, Bryce is an idiot if she a) missed aaaall this and b) still thinks Danika was ever her friend, what a [insert c word here]

• It’s actually incredibly depressing how much emphasis she places on sex and the way the men are always thinking about sex. Like?? I’m not here for realism gal and I’d like a side of feelings with that. Ruhn is at least more interesting than Hunt in that regard, but still…ugh.

• “Your starborn bloodline specifically hailed from a small isle a few miles from the mainland….the isle existed in a near-permanent twilight” ACOTAR Dusk Court???

• Celestina being a backstabber? I was surprised tbh, you lulled me into a false sense of security in those many, many pages, good for you SJM, but also, fuck you for handing her someone as nice as Hypaxia, unless she's about to turn into a hidden psycho too

• YAY, the internet's worst kept secret is here! Hiiiii Rhysy! 👋🏼

• Also the internet: what if Azriel is Bryce’s real mate??? Me: what if Azriel and Bryce are related??? 👁️👄👁️ Not sure how my mind jumps to the complete opposite place of other people all the damn time but…here we are 🤷🏼‍♀️

Final impressions: • fuck that was a big book for not much happening • why the fuck did i ever need to find out anything about sofie or her brother at all, what a waste of time, really • danika's still winning the world's worst friend award, two books running • if i ever have to read about bryce and hunt having sex again it will be far too soon.

[magpiemoon6]

Extraction point

Simon Riley x Y/N

Sad fluff !!!

Warnings: PTSD, depression, mental health issues

( I'm sorry if there is any writing mistakes I'll fix them tomorrow)

Reminder people, you are loved and deserve happiness always <3

A thousand tones feel like it’s on my chest, I cannot breathe. Like the world has chosen this exact moment to swallow me up in my pain and stress. My mind betrays me and falls in its own trap of self-doubt. I’m so far behind where I’m meant to be and the guilt of not living up to my own expectations for my inner child is eating me up. And in this moment every single mistake or failure seems to pile up in my head. I’m drowning even though I’m on land.

But he seems to be a light in my darkness, I need Simon, and before the guilt stops me, I reach for my phone under the pile of covers and duvets. Searching through the stuffy warmth till my hand claps the cold object. Pulling it to my chest, my eyes are swollen from crying and my nose is entirely blocked from my crying till my vision goes blurry.

I search for his name in my phone, I just want to hear his phone, the warmth of his voice is like a drug and the euphoria should shield me from my pit.

Si <3

“Hey, are you free a second? If not no worries x”

I feel so wrong for relying on him, but I promised Simon, that if it gets bad, we won’t shut each other out not again. That we can be each other’s extraction point.

Buzzing snaps me out of my brain unravelling in my hands. He’s calling and my heart drops because if he hears I’ve been crying he will come running and I can’t do that to him. Clearing my throat, I click to answer.

“Hello lovie” Simon says, and it feels like the flood gates are getting harder to hold shut, I just want him here and I’m so fucking selfish for that.

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have texted you” I respond, I don’t want him to panic so I’m praying that my voice sounds calm, and my breathing is even enough he won’t realise.

“What happened? Tell me please y/n? I’m here” I can hear the anxiousness in his voice creep in, shit he knows and when he says that everything in me that was protecting him from my pain breaks from his kindness.

I’m crying again silent tears and my breathing stops trying helplessly to hold it in.

“I’m fine, I’m fine Simon, it’s stupid I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’m a big girl I just needed to hear your voice,” my voice is breaking as I say it, my grip on my phone is too tight. I need to let go. But I cant.

“Y/n?” the softness in his tone is so different from his voice yet hearing him say my name gives me more comfort than the dozens of duvets on top of me.

“Yes Simon?” I need to get control of my sadness, it kills me knowing he has to hear me like this.

“It’s going to be okay love” and that makes me sob harder, holding the phone away from myself so he is saved from my pain.

“Okay, thank you. Bye Si” and that’s all I can say because if I say anything else it will involve me pathetically asking him over and he deserves better than the mess I am in this moment.

So now I’m sat here in my cold dark room alone. Submerged in my pain. I’m so tired of this, I want to be better, to get better and no more need for meds and therapy and other people to hold me together. I feel pathetic as if I’m dragging on everyone’s life. I want to live without all my sadness.

I’m too sucked into my own depression to hear the door of my flat opening and shutting. Too distracted to recognize the footsteps moving towards my room.

Simon opens the door, and I don’t know how to cope with my emotions. My heart practically burst knowing he came over, giving me some hope that maybe I am worthy of his love. But then he has to see my darkness, the hypocrite I am knowing I’ve seen him where I am and gave him all my love I possibly could.

“Hey love,” he’s quiet even for him, moving through the room like he is terrified he may break something or me.

“You didn’t have too” the guilt stays heavy on my shoulders.

Knowing he is staring at me, someone who is normally so full of light now covered in darkness that fills the room and holds it down. He begins to move onto the bed gently, moving himself silently under the covers with me. My heart hurts. Loving him gives me air in my lungs, everything about him gives me hope and love. I could stare at him for a thousand years and still not get enough.

“Y/n, I love you, okay? I will be here if I’m dead or alive, a million miles away or next door.” Pulling me into his chest, the heat of his body makes the blankets feel cold.

I cant stop crying even if I wanted too, pushing my face into his chest and curling into him, I let him hold me and begin to pull away all the darkness that doesn’t seem to drown me as much now. I feel him large hand begin to gently stroke my hair, moving through it as he soothes soul with his love.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble into his chest, this makes his hand stop its rhythmic pattern of brushing through my hair. Tilting my head to his eyes.

He stares back and I fall in love all over again, those honey eyes are only filled with compassion and understanding. Before him my loneliness was my company, and everything was always so violent. But with him now I’m learning to live without violence and less loneliness.

“What’s our promise?” he asks me, still holding me tightly letting my pain wash away his love flooding me and bring me back to the now.

“That we will always be each other’s extraction point,” the quote we made up before we even started dating. The quote that we held onto before we knew our love wasn’t one sided.

“Exactly,” he says and goes back to stroking my hair and listening to my hiccupping breathing, never judging just existing with me.

“Thank you, I love you” and I mean it, the same way I know he does too. Our darkness still haunts us both, but we have learnt to comfort each other and hold out the light when we need it.

“I love you too”.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

Request: hi Amber I know you did this sort of imagine a while back but I was wondering whether you could do another one? Negan’s entrance scene and everything but make it more angsty if possible? And Daryl being really protective over the reader? Thank you!

Warnings: angst, blood, death, dark stuff, negan being a jerk.

The silence that lingered in the air was terrifying. No words had to be said to make you all realise how much shit you all had gotten yourselves into. The rocks beneath your knees dug into your skin making it incredibly uncomfortable but you knew that was the least of your worries. You were all going to die.

“Your shit, is ours. I know that’s a pretty hard pill to swallow… but swallow it you must” his voice bellowed practically vibrating through your body, you leant forward slightly looking towards Rick… begging him to somehow have an idea on how to slither yourselves out of this fucked up death trap but as soon as your eyes landed on him you realised how his ‘leader’ title had been diminished into absolutely nothing. He was weak, tired, scared but you didn’t blame him. No one did. Fear was evident on everyone’s features, some doing their best to keep it at bay but Maggie was in agony- her forehead covered in sweat, staggered breaths leaving her lips as she seemingly struggled to get a hold of herself. “Please” your words cut through the silence suddenly Negan’s cold eyes moving to slowly look down to you as he allowed Lucille to rest against his shoulder “please..” you repeated once again “we. need. a. doctor” you said as calmly as you could.

He studied you his face remaining bored and unamused before a slight flicker formed in his eyes a smirk tugging at his lips “a doctor? Who for? You? You all look in pretty good shape…” his eyes scanned along the group before stopping at Maggie “oh her, yeah, hell- looks like shit” he breathed out with a laugh and you glared into his soul wishing your eyes could burn some sort of holes into him. He was a prick who needed to be knocked down a few pegs.

“Oh tough crowd I see, hm” he said a fake almost mocking frown forming on his face “come on it’s not so bad! I’m letting you all live!” He exclaimed beaming like he was saying the best thing ever. “Shut the hell up asshole” you spat out angrily and his eyes fell onto you again as he slowly moved towards you “you’ve got some nerve haven’t you, darlin’ you know I could easily kill each and every one of you for killing my men…” he said some sort of anger forming on his face as you stared at him “they deserved it” you said in response, not backing down a dangerous look forming on his face “and so we understand each other better… I do not appreciate you killing my men…” he said slowly moving to stare down at Rick “and also when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people.. you killed more of my people…. Not. cool,” he then slowly moved back along the line to where you knelt “not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is” he said moving Lucille down to rest alongside his leg “now, what’s your name?” He asked staring down at you “not cool” you said smugly, believing he was all words. Simply saying this shit for the fun of it. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head “you’re stupid… I like you.” He seemed to get amusement out of everything that he did, you just wanted to get right up there and punch that stupid look off his face and as if he read your mind a small smirk tugged at his lips “I wouldn’t if I were you,”

You clenched your jaw angrily as negan began parading around “rick, you know, you should really learn how to control your people.” Everyone was trembling, visibly afraid of the man but you tried to stand your ground. Trying your best to stay strong as you glared up at him. “It didn’t have to end like this… but if you don’t follow my rules then I have to hurt your people. This is on you Rick” Negan’s voice was terrifyingly calm. You hated it. Despised it. “Now- who’s the weakest in the group, hm? It’s not you Rick… but I can see… you’re breaking.” He pointed the bat at every individual person and once it got to you, you held your breath gritting your teeth to conceal your heavy breathing as you glared up into his eyes and once he had moved past you you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding but before you could even realise what was happening the bat was directly in your face again your breathing getting heavier as your eyes widened “you…” he chuckled out as tears sprung to your eyes “hopefully, Rick, this’ll teach you to control your people” negan exclaimed as he grabbed you by the back of your shirt

“Don’t fucking touch her you bastard!” Daryl’s voice was suddenly heard as he sprung forward trying to attack negan but he was grabbed and shoved back down. Negan slowly trailed his eyes back to Rick as he held your shaking figure up by your scrawny T-shirt, the shirt was practically falling off of you from how old and used it was. “See, Rick? If you controlled them better then this shit wouldn’t happen now would it?” Negan shoved you down onto the floor as you collapsed to your knees in front of the group, embarrassed, weak… you had never felt so vulnerable. You watched as his shadow lifted the bat up above his head and you squeezed your eyes shut trembling- you didn’t dare beg for mercy but you wanted to… you wished you could but you were terrified. You were soon drawn out of your thoughts as negan let out a laugh “you’re all pathetic… you think I’d really kill her to get back at you? You’re wrong.” He smiled staying deadly silent as he looked down at you your eyes locking with his in fear before he looked at the others “Dwight, put her in the back of the truck. Tie her up.” Negan suddenly spoke and Dwight grabbed you dragging you to the back of the truck as you looked at Rick… Daryl.. trying to ask for help but you didn’t want them to get killed.

Fear consumed you as Daryl’s shouting was heard, your wrists were tied along with your ankles before the truck doors were slammed shut and silence filled your ears up… the only sound being your heavy breathing and muffled talking. You squeezed your eyes shut shaking your head… how the hell were you going to get out of this?

Part two maybe

[mountsmase]

Ok i need some inspiration for something I might write🫣

So him fucking up in the relationship, like not giving you importance and just think you'll always be there waiting for him to make time for you. You finally get tired and find the courage to break this toxic circle and he obviously realises how horrible he was

How would he try to win you back and convince you that he wants to be better cause he needs and wants you in his whole life?

(I wrote a whole answer to this and then closed the app to answer a text and when I came back it had disappeared so I’m going to try and remember everything I said but I might end up reblogging a few times to add things 😭)

I would absolutely love if you wrote a fic like this 🥺

I hate making Mason the bad guy but at the same time I love all the grovelling and then the happy endings when he realises how silly he’s been 😭

Okay so

The second he realises how badly he fucked up he will be doing everything he possibly can to get you back and prove to you that he can do better, he knows you deserve so much more and he really wants to prove to you that he can be the one to give you what you deserve despite it all going wrong in the first place 🥺 he’s not proud of the way he acted and he knows he can do better so now it’s just a case of proving that to you

Even if that means he has to give you time/space. If you tell him that you want to take a break and just be alone for a while he would 100% support that. I know some people would be so overly clingy and wouldn’t leave you alone but he wouldn’t be like that, he’d be respectful and give you as much time as you need because he knows he’s not going to get you back by being over the top and going against your wishes 🥺

I don’t think he would completely cut off contact though, maybe you never said anything about not wanting to hear from him at all and it would kill him to not know how you’re doing (especially when you’re hurting because of him) so he’d get in contact every once in a while via a text message to see how you’re doing. Just asking you how your days been or if he remembers you mentioning a big work event or important meeting he’ll ask how it went and your responses aren’t always long but it settles him to know you’re not shutting him out completely.

Oh and if he hears through a friend that you’re not feeling well, or maybe even if he knows you’re period is coming up because he knows how bad yours can be, he’ll put together a little care package and send it to you in the post with a little note just saying ‘hope you feel better soon - Mason xx’ or something along those lines and it’d have all of your favourite sweets/chocolates and other comfort items like fluffy socks and a new hot water bottle in it and that would definitely chip away at your heart, realising he’s remembered all of your favourites 🥹 and you might receive flowers from him every once in a while too

After a while he’d probably drop you a little message asking if you can meet up somewhere to talk but letting you know that he only wants to do that when you’re 100% comfortable and it’s up to you when it happens, if at all. You’d end up going over to his house one evening, not expecting anything other than to talk, but he’s made your favourite dinner for you, reassuring you that there’s no pressure at all and he’s not seeing it as a date or anything, but he just wanted to do something nice and you actually really appreciate it.

You’d just catch up over dinner, asking him about training and he’d ask you about work, doing anything to not let an awkward silence take over which it doesn’t until you’ve moved through to the living room. He has so much he wants to say to you but it takes a while for him to get the words out, nerves taking over when he realises this might be his last and only chance to get you back and he really doesn’t want to fuck it up again. You notice him picking at his nails which you know is a nervous habit of his so instinctively reach out to grab his hand, straight away worrying that you’ve done the wrong thing but he doesn’t let you go. Just lacing his fingers through yours and the second your hand is in his it’s like a trigger and he just spills. Apologising to you and telling you that he’s taken the last couple of weeks/months or however long it’s been to reflect on his actions and he realises how badly he acted towards you and how horrible he had been. He’d be making all these promises which you do actually believe he’s going to keep because you can see the emotion in his eyes and how distraught he is at the thought of losing you for good 😭 It would be a very emotional evening and you’d have a long conversation about everything that went wrong and everything that led you to cut it off but you end the night back on the same page, agreeing to start over because honestly you missed him loads and you can already tell that the man in front of you now is completely different to the one who was in front of you when you broke it off. You know he’s going to do better and you still love him -never stopped loving him - so you agree to give him a second chance. Starting completely fresh with him and he’s just so thankful and feeling so so lucky to have his girl back 🥺

It’s safe to say he’d be trying his hardest to not fuck it up again, making a huge promise to you but also himself that he’s never going to treat you badly again because you deserve all the love and happiness in the world and he so desperately wants to be the one to give it to you 🥹

[bonesandthebees]

Anyway, still working backwards. Techno time : D. This man deserves compensation for having to witness Tntduo be Like That. I do very much love the curfew jokes. It’s Wilbur getting do experience normal teenage things even though he’s no longer a teen because he never really got to. It’s the same with him learning to do the chores. It’s nice and it’s cute and it’ s healing in small ways.

And I’m not at tntduo yet, but it’s very fun how Wilbur’s annoyed at having to go so he makes Techno get the check and Quackity instantly jumps on. They are made for each other (in some very fucked up way). Also, poor Aimsey having to wait up. What Time is it.

Anyway, Techno is a responsible uncle to all the Deathling kids. So he sends Aimsey go bed and goes to drag the Pythia down as well. And it’s probably partly not wanting to stay up himself. He had to do the night watch thing for months and watching Tommy go mental being bored must be tiresome too. The man needs his sleep. Though I feel like wanting the Pythia the get a healthy amount of sleep might also be part of it.

And then there’s the seeing Wilbur and Tommy separated comment. Might also be a little bit of the actual reason since Techno doesn’t really get how there relationship developed. Though I’m sure he understands it a bit better now that he knows how close they are in age. That makes it a lot more likely for them to click.

Knowing how old Wilbur is also brings other shifts. To me, it feels like Techno is a little more protective of him. Protective might not be the right word, but he does want to make sure no harm comes to him despite ‘taking his chances’ with Wilbur falling down the stairs. He’s keeping a very good eyes on where Wilbur is and how much progress he makes. He’s also sticking close. I have a feeling that if Wilbur tripped, Techno would have been able to catch him, even without night vision.

Techno has already accepted that the Pythia is here to stay. I have a feeling both him and Phil are in agreement that he should never return to the palace (and not just for safety purposes). So while Wilbur isn’t a part of the Deathlings, he’s still become part of their people. He can navigate the bathhouse in the dark with ease. He’s doing fine on the stairs too. He’s adapting to this new life and he’ll keep getting better. But the thought throws Wilbur off.

And even though it’s a different universe and different character and a different dynamic, I have missed Techno being blunt and then realising he ‘messed up’ when it throws Wilbur off. Anyway, I’m point was that glass!Techno is gentler with Wilbur now that he knows his age. He still pushes, but there’s less force, more care. He calls him kid and there’s a higher level of empathy knowing how old he was and what he went through. But I’ll get to that in the next ask.

(1/?)

-🌲

yeah!! I love making the small teen experience jokes because it just shows wilbur finally getting to experience some semblance of normalcy he never got when he was younger. also. poor techno.

wilbur and quackity immediately making techno pay for the drinks was so funny I love their dynamic in this. and yeah poor aimsey although it's not terribly late. it's like midnight-ish probably in that scene?

literally most of techno's motivation for getting the pythia to leave was just because he wanted to sleep. mans is tired. he has to supervise tommy most of the day that's an exhausting job for anyone

I'm glad you were able to pick up on techno's dynamic being a little bit different with wilbur now!! I wanted it to be subtle, but yeah he definitely thinks of wilbur a bit differently now that he knows his age. he's a bit more understanding and has a better perspective on why he acts the way he does. also yeah he 100% would've been able to catch wilbur if he fell down the stairs lmao. he was keeping such a close eye on him in the stairwell

[crucislife]

I’m sorry for being the one to leave, It pains me too. Trust me, it might look like it’s so easy for me but my stomach aches at the thought of not being able to hug you anymore. Because honestly, you were the only person I used to hug. And now there’s nobody.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this, maybe to show you how fucked up I really am, which will hopefully make you realise that you don’t deserve this, you deserve none of my bad parts because all you deserve is love and care. You need to be shown that the world is kinder than you think, that it has more good people than you think, and it wants to give you more good things than you see.

I wanted so bad to be the person who showed you all that, but constantly failing in doing so made me want to curl up and cry until my eyes dried out. I took it as my responsibility to show you that the world was a better place and you could take your walls down for some time around the right people, but I’m afraid I myself may have had the opposite effect on you now. I hope against it.

I know that in the pursuit of that stupid surprise I didn’t text you, but it wasn’t just that, it was as if a part of me had just wanted to detach itself from you, because it had been so tired of getting hurt by so many little things all the time that it couldn’t take it anymore.

You know what’s ironic? Even though you hate roses, they’re the best flower to describe you. So soft and beautiful, yet you’ve got your fair share of thorns for the ones who try to get too close.

It felt as though you didn’t want me getting closer to you even though you said so with your words. I guess I know what you used to talk about when we had just started dating now.

I’m sorry for making you feel unloved and making you feel it was difficult to do so. It isn’t, it’s me, I’m the one who doesn’t know how to love people or show my love towards them, I don’t know which it is.

You’re very lovable, and huggable, and kissable, and worthy of appreciation, and you deserve to be showered with love.

I see this as a failure from my side to not have been able to be a good boyfriend and for us to have reached the boiling point at which everything we built spilled everywhere. I really wish I could’ve kept every thought of mine aside and worked it out with you, I wish my ego wasn’t so big, and I wish I loved you right.

I’m sorry.

[literallynowhere]

IT IS. AND IM TIRED OF PEOPLE NOT REALISING IT.

“The animation is so bad in the beginning I can’t watch it” if that’s your only reason, stfu, stop being so picky, and just watch it. The amount people use that as their only reason is fucking insane, if you just don’t wanna watch it then say that you’re uninterested instead of insulting it for no reason.

This series is beautiful, it is incredibly well written, story is interesting and in depth, making me want to keep watching, want to know more about the world and the magic and the lore. It’s all incredible. The humour in it is wonderful and yet the serious moment where capable of making me cry. The backgrounds and scenery is gorgeous, and say what you want about the early animation but it wasn’t even that bath and yet it still got so much better. The character designs are amazing, and the 3D models are well made and integrated into the 2D spaces better than people give it credit for.

Yet the thing that makes me praise it the most is its characters. They are all so unique, well written, and given wonderful personalities. Even the bad guys I love, I love that I hate them, I hate them for what they have done and but I love that they have been written so well that even with all they do you question your emotions about them. The series makes you wonder what side you are cheering for, makes you sympathise with the villains and conflicts your emotions with the reality of their actions.

And the heroic main characters aren’t perfect either, they have flaws and they make plenty of mistakes. Their morals are questioned and they are forced to make hard decisions, made to choose between their code or the lives of the people they care about, between their needs and the needs of their people, between their family or their own happiness. Between what is right and what is expected of them.

The characters are diverse, it has multiple queer relationships (one of which is incredibly important to the story later on) a non-binary character, and a trans-man. They aren’t afraid to show LGBT+ characters, they don’t shy away from them showing their love, or talking about their experiences with their gender. And it’s not just queerness that’s represented but disability too! A key character is deaf and they do not use it to make her lesser, she is strong and respected person who holds a position of power.

I’m sure the show has flaws, nothing is without them. But in my opinion The Dragon Prince is the most damn near perfect thing I have ever watched. This series is so good that I got me through hard times, and brought me joy in some of my worst moments. I will never stop sharing this series with as many of my friends as possible, I will scream its praise until my voice is gone and then I will still write it until my hands fall off. I will advocate for this series until my last breath.

Yet it continues to be overlooked, time and time again not getting the attention it deserves and getting hate that it doesn’t. The fan base is so small. It makes me sad knowing that such a great piece of media will get forgotten about far too fast, without even getting the recognition that it should have. I will never forget, and I’m hyped for the new season. PLEASE watch it if you haven’t 🙏

netflix the dragon prince is so fucking good i’m genuinely surprised there aren’t more people talking ab it. especially after so much time

[redlightvxlentine]

i’m just crumbling, i speak for the two sides of me, what is this feeing?

it’s the feeling of continuous uncertainty in life, not knowing wether i’m in the right or not.

what is it to be happy? what is happiness? it’s like happiness is the least containable asset in my life but isn’t life supposed to be full of natural happiness? what happened to the genuine smile i had as a kid, the feeling of excitement at little things like watching cartoons or having your favourite dinner cooked for you. It’s like my light went out a long time ago and I fall into new scenarios every few weeks until I convince myself there is something new I have to overcome.

I feel too much attachment to the past and not enough relation towards the future, neither am I living in the moment. I am nowhere, it feels like people are on my wavelength until I take a step back and realise how truly different I am.

I need relations.

I need love, it’s what I live for.

Feeling like my life is conducted by what satisfies others is not a healthy way to think but for me it isn’t just a way of thinking, what if I have never felt any different? I don’t have the strength to change at this moment, it feels like if I did change I wouldn’t be myself, I was born with this glass over my eyes, the nail through my mind limiting my basic manoeuvres. I feel ungrateful, I know materialistically I am better off than so many people but thats just not enough. I want to feel valid, valid enough to want loyalty and want equally returned love and energy. I’m picky, or do I just have high standards for myself? 

I crave to love.

I want to enjoy and feel.

I would like to believe that I would give so much to feel like my passion or energy that is channeled into feeling a certain way about either someone or something is enough compared to others. How do I know what others are thinking? Do people hate me? “Why does it matter?” I tell myself, because deep down I am fully aware that it does matter to me.

I crave to like someone and not feel like I can’t like that person anymore because they might value others over me, I’m selfish for this, but it’s my mind, I’m this way for a reason.

My life sucks because I deserve it right?

Wrong.

My life could be better because I look at everything in a horrible distorted way. I’m recovering from mental trauma the world has cast on me but I have also cast on myself; friends leaving, family dying, anxiety over small things and also big things, over eating and starving myself, over stimulation, boredom, jealousy, grief, regret, denile, delusion, disappointment. Not to go on with a list as these are not positive adjectives but they make me who I am and i despise that those things portray the me that I know.

I slowly lose interest in the things I used to love, the people I used to love, the smile that I never liked remains a distant friend. I had no role model and still don’t. Who do I trust? Do people trust me?

They lie.

But so do I.

I recently have been more genuine entirely.

This way of life is taking a toll on me and I feel myself never coming back, they fucked me up after I had already been fucked up, I created and am still creating issues for myself because I seek out negativity since it’s what I treat as the most familiar feeling I know, it’s like a brother to me, it’s constantly been lingering with me for as long as I know. What is satisfaction because every situation I am in ends up with me just throwing it away I’m so tired of this I truly feel like my life was wasted on me.

If I was to do it I would just disappear and leave the world, it’s not as if I wouldn’t be hurting people but nobody deserved inside insanity.

I’m sorry, I want to make everything better and do good, for everyone wether you disrespect me or love me (you can do both).

bye

[potato-jem]

right?! honestly, i think the shop should just pay you to be on holiday permanently 😌😌 (i’m so sorry to hear that cece :( i’m on my way to italy to beat up whoever gave you shit shifts) oh that makes the matching tattoo story even better!!! i think ironically enough it adds more meaning :D

i’m so happy you had a good time on your break though, you truly deserved to relax a little and those kittens would have appreciated the pats 🥺🥺

i know!!! i literally would send you food ALL the time. (heartbreaking news: that café on my campus with the biscoff latte NO LONGER SELLS THE BISCOFF LATTE. how the fuck am i meant to function in these winter months without my biscoff latte?!) 

good food and wine my beloved. best remedy for anything ever. you and your friend sound like you have the best relationship 🥺🥺 i’m so happy you have a support system like her <3 she sounds wonderful! but i hate how your job keeps making you stressed!! make sure you keep your friend on speed dial!

when i said they announced the tour last minute, i truly mean last minute 😂😂 imagine three people texting, calling and screaming at each other about concert tickets at the same time. we are all anxious yellers and i screamed with the friend who managed to secure them before realising we had to tell our other friend not to buy the ones he got a hold of 😂

my childhood best friend had TWO shots of soju, which he drank incredibly slowly and yet he managed to get a headache and laid his head on the table like he regretted all his life choices 😂 and my other friend enjoyed it but she really did need the walk back to the hotel otherwise i don’t think she would have felt okay if we stayed any longer. don’t worry, nero’s drunk babysitting service is always on standby 😌😌😌

i was so happy, until i checked my bank account 😭😭😭 (still hasn’t fully recovered, but oh well) i will have to check what i got once i get home because i can’t think from the top of my head, but i will let you know next letter!! 

yeah, look, not my proudest moment when a majority of the store turned to see what the employees’ were looking at (my stupidly massive pile of albums plus a lightstick my friend made me get), but hey, freebies!!! as for the restricted book, it wasn’t in a restricted section as such, it was in the classics section with a huge “restricted, 18+” sticker on it and sealed in a clear wrap, so i had to pull out my id (mostly because it was required of them, but also i didn’t actually think the person serving me thought i was over 18 😭😭😭) and i got the book for american psycho because i wanted to see how my professors appreciate the writing style!

i think i blinked though 😂😂😂 qudos bank arena is quite huge!! a lot of the bigger artists play there, although harry styles and ed sheeran played in the stadium directly across from there because that one is HUGE. the energy was insane!!! it was so incredibly fun and yes, the gay panic was gay panicking. me and my manager were clutching at each other like we were about to die (because we were, i was going to have a heart attack i swear) 

yeah!! the sightseeing was actually really peaceful, although it blew our cover about not being local 😂 mochi is kinda like a sweet squishy rice gummy?? i didn’t try it either before sydney but it was really nice! highly recommend! and gelato is always good

he did 🥺🥺 we made eye contact and suddenly i felt like this connection, and i couldn’t just leave him! he is attached to my bag and i play with his ears while i walk 🥺🥺

cece i cannot begin to tell you how stressed i was this week. and all i had due this week was ONE assignment (for my worst class, but thank god it’s over now i handed it in) my professor was really bad and didn’t really explain or talk about the books we had to read or explain the assignment well? i just winged it, so hopefully i did okay. i also have to finish some skeleton structure of my short story tomorrow and i’m just so tired 😭😭😭

oh my god 😂😂 well if you’re driving her, you may as well get another one right? your tattoo artist must be rich by now 😂 (once my bank account fully recovers from sydney, you bet i’ll start getting some!!)

i’m sealing this letter off with a tight hug and the hope that this week is a lot less stressful <333333333

hello nero my beloved soulmate!! <33

i’m back and i am already suffering from severe PHD (post holiday depression, i decided it is a thing). my friend left last night and i hate this. it’s so unfair that we live in two different countries and we can’t see each other as much as we would like to. i’ll probably see her soon, i should have another week off in august and we were talking about me visiting her this time so hopefully i’ll be able to go.

anyway, on to the trip!! it was so cool!! i mean the first week we stayed in tuscany, we went around florence and a few other cities around here, and we got tattoos!!! i told you about this already but they are so cute!!! our little irish dinosaurs (they’re irish because we met in ireland <3 they’re named saoirse and niamh).

then for the second week we went to rome!! oh it was so nice!! we found the perfect weather. it was always sunny and warm enough to go around in shorts, but never too hot not to be able to explore. we went for the usual places: the colosseum, the pantheon, the squares and fountains, all that. but also we accidentally found ourselves into the roman forums and they were amazing!! i’d never been in them, only seen them from above, but they are so big, you can see a whole city. but the highlight was ostia antica. it was this archeological site near rome and it’s so quiet because not may people know it. it’s an 84 acres site where you can literally walk into houses and shops and temples and theaters from the roman period. and it’s amazing because usually rome is very protected, like there are fences and barriers everywhere, you can’t get too close to a lot of stuff, but in ostia antica we could literally touch the ruins, walk through them and find our way back in a maze of doors and corridors. it was so cool!!! also that’s where i found the cats!! they were so cute and friendly 🥺

last thing before i close this letter. the food!!! oh the food. we found this little restaurant on the very first night, which was actually so close to the trevi fountain, and it was so cheap and good (very rare combination to find in the middle of rome). they had some of the best spaghetti i’ve ever tried. also we kept going back there in the next days so they recognized us and they were so nice because they offered us appetizers and wine and they always remembered that we liked to order three plates of pasta to share between the two of us. they were so nice!!

i really needed this trip. i needed to be off work for a few weeks and just disconnect from all the drama and stress. and the good food and wine helped a lot with that lol. but seriously i’m so happy, it was an amazing trip and it was so good to see my friend again after so long <3

but enough about me now!! how are you doing nero?? what have you been doing these last two weeks??

also, about our last letter, i am very happy that you are following my orders and planning a very relaxing trip :) you deserve to not even think about uni when you’re on a trip. and it’s gonna be so fun to dance to that kind of music!! can’t wait to hear all about that one!!

and i’m very happy you’re obsessed with me getting tattoos because this is turning into a sickness. i can’t stop now :’)

but here are my other two tatts!!! the little rainbow one is very simple but very personal. i’ve been waiting forever to get it and it looks perfect 🥺 (yayyy you can start booking stuff!!! that means tattoos coming soon!!!)

i’m enclosing a hug and a really big plate of cacio e pepe (a kind of spaghetti with cheese and black pepper) just because one can never have too much pasta <3333

hi cece my beloved soulmate!!!!

i believe phd (post holiday depression) is a thing, i get it every time. it’s sad that your friend has gone home, but think about august!!! that should be so fun!!!

i’ve seen pictures of tuscany and it’s so beautiful!! and yes tattoos!! the fact that they are irish dinosaurs named saoirse and niamh because you met in ireland is the cutest story behind a matching tattoo ever 🥺🥺

oh rome!!!! that weather sounds lovely, i’m glad it was around for the entire trip!! sounds like you got up to quite a lot!! i’m literally imagining you walking around and pointing out these little tourist attractions 🥺 but ostia antica sounds so beautiful. a whole 84 acres to explore and experience the ancient roman life?? i would go crazy in there, especially with all the cats!!

oh the food sounds incredible!!! it’s so amazing you found something good and cheap!!! but those people sound so nice 🥹🥹 i’m glad they also added to such a wonderful break you had! i feel like pasta now…

you definitely needed that trip!! just a refresh is sometimes all you need, and good food and wine are recommended to help relax by doctors actually 😌😌😌 but i’m so happy you got to see your friend after so long and i’m so glad that you enjoyed yourself!!!!

i’ve been doing alright!! i had my trip to sydney and my twice concert, and it was so much more fun than i thought it would be!!! so i took my best friend and a family friend of mine, and my manager from work came too, but we all booked our concert tickets together so it was me and my friends, my manager and her brother and his partner. (don’t even ask me how stressful buying six tickets was)

the japanese place opened up again, and we were staying somewhere even closer to it. we basically walked everywhere, because the train station is in the shopping centre next to the japanese place, and that was only ten minutes away. so i took my friends to eat more ramen than we could see and we shared a bottle of soju (my friends are lightweights and it was VERY funny to watch. i had to finish the bottle off though)

and then we did lots of activities on the tuesday before the concert and we went to that album shop and book shop again and i spent way too much money, cece’s orders 😌😌 i spent so much money in the album shop they gave me a free album and preorder benefit photocards (which are really rare!!) and i had to show my id in the book store because i bought a level one restricted novel (actually banned in my state, but my professors made me too curious), which was quite funny

the twice concert was so fun, literally everyone in the audience were dancing and singing, and i was gay panicking and it was wonderful! each of the members of twice also had a solo performance and they did so well! one of them, momo, had this dance where she HAD A POLE?!?!? AND SHE HAD NEVER POLE DANCED BEFORE?? she was so good, i will save your eardrums by not sending the video i took 😌

anyways, here’s the photo they posted at the end!! we are in the centre and slightly to the right <3 (i’m sure you’ll see me 😂😂)

and then we actually got the chance to go to the harbour bridge and the opera house, which are in the same place, so we didn’t waste too much time there! and then we went to this room of claw machines near the eateries and i managed to win two things!! (one of them i spent way too much money to grab out, but he looked so lonely and i had to get my son out 😭😭) and then we had gelato mochi, which my friend found. so they get a scoop of ice cream and wrap it with mochi! we all got two, because none of us can make a decision and it really was a good end to the trip 🥺

other than that, i am running a little behind on uni, but i decided to use some of my leave and take the week off work. i’m just going to smash out the essays i have due (and overdue) and i’ll probably be able to rest better during the big exam session 😌

i’ve been looking forward to seeing these two and you didn’t disappoint! the rainbow one is adorable and the font for the script on your ribs is beautiful!!! i think i might be addicted to your tattoo addiction 😂 (yay!!! i’m so excited!!)

i really wanted this cacio e pepe, all this talking of food made me hungry! i’m squeezing you back real tight and i’m giving you a bowl of ramen <3333333

[quackitysdrugdealer]

As some people may know i'm going to start writing one shots so i made a list of promts feel free to use these i can do other promts and things this is just ideas but there are some things i won't do like smut i will let you know if i'm uncomfortable with your request and explain that i'm uncomfortable with that and if you send in a request i'm a small account so i can pretty much guarantee that i'll get your request done within 27 hours lol but for now enjoy my promts!

1 "Aw, look at you!"

"Stop touching me."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to annoy you; you're just so cute."

2 "Do you even realize how cute you are?"

"Oh yes, I'm adorable. I'm a fucking delight."

3 "I just can't get over the fact that you said yes."

(while gazing at their ring) "Believe it, baby. I said yes over a year ago."

"I know... but still."

4"I've never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do."

"Crazy?"

"Yes but in the best possible way."

5"Stop touching me."

"But I wanna cuddle!"

"Oh, well then why didn't you just say so. C'mere."

6"Do you know who's the best person in the world?"

"Me?"

"No, me but only because you make me the best person."

7"I want to be better for you."

8 "I want to deserve you and I never will unless I become a better person."

9 "I still can't believe you love me."

"Better believe it, baby."

10 "I'm crazy about you."

"Yeah, you're crazy alright."

11"Kiss me!"

"Never."

(pouting)

"Oh, I was kidding! Stop pouting like that."

12 "You're my favorite!"

"You married me, so I really hope I'm your favorite."

13 "Have you ever thought about leaving me?"

"I'd be a fool to ever want to leave you."

14 "You are the best."

"Not nearly as best as you!"

"That made no sense."

"Only because you don't understand how incredible you are."

"No, that just grammatically didn't make sense."

15 "Quit being a grammar junkie!"

"Why don't you come over here and make me?" (😘😉)

16 #11 “I’m tired” “I can see that babe” “Sleep with me?” “mhm”

17 “Kiss me?”

18 “You are my home, you have been since we met”

19 “Hi sweetheart” “Hi babe” “Is that my shirt?” “No”

20“Die” “Bet” “wait- babe no stop”

21“Hello lovely” “Hi <character name>”

22 “I've to go” “Noooo please” “Sorry love”

23“God I love you”

24 “Happy Birthday”

25: "i'm pregnant"

26: " you know i only let you touch me"

27: " there's no other person for me i swear"

28: dancing in the rain

29 "dance with me?"

30: person a shares persons Bs secrets with the there friends and they break up

31 They're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor

32 They end the phone call with an accidental ''love you'', leaving you flustered

33 Confessing before being separated for an uncertain period of time

34 Asking them how your name + their surname would sound like (or/and vice versa)

35 Accidentally confessing while laughing over something

36 Saying "I love you" while they're sleeping/unconscious/in coma. You know well that they can't hear you, but a small part of you hopes they did

37 Always giving each other yellow roses for valentine's day, when one day you see that you've got red roses instead

38 Tears drench your cheeks as you confess. The last thing you hear before dying is them screaming your name

39 Confessing at the same place where they first met

40 Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud

41:“You saved me, let me save you”

42: “You can’t save me and then walk out”

43: “ Focus on me please”

44: “You deserve better” “And you need more”

45: “Babe it’s not what it looks like” “Yeah? then what is it?”

46: “How are you in the wrong if you’re the only one putting in the effort to make it work?”

47: “Sometimes giving up is easier my love”

48: “How many times do we have to hurt each other before realising we’re no good at this”

49: “So what that’s it?” “Yeah it is, this relationship is one sided and I’m tired okay”

50: “Can you hold me while I go?”

51:hot chocolate and cuddles

52: person b gets hypothermia

53: breakfast in bed

54: holding there child for the first time

55: walking in on person a cuddling there baby

56: person a and b break up and 3 year's later person a finds person b with a child there child

57: Braiding eachothers hair

58: dieing before you can admit there feelings

59:dancing in the light of the fridge

60: dyeing eachothers hair

61: person a has autism

62: doing face masks together

63: one of them getting shot and almost dieing

64: person b has adhd and person a notices that there fidgety so the grab there hand

65: person a being a Assassin and is supposed to kill person b but they can't and make it there lifes mission to protect person b

66: movie night!!

67: (requester chose's a song for the oneshot to be based off of)

68: person a thinks there house is haunted but it's just person b being annoying

69: meeting the parents for the first time

70: person a finding out they need glasses and realizing how long there visions been so blurry and they thought it was normal and freaking out beacuse they can finally see person b clearly and thinking there beautiful

71: photographer meets artists

72: " we've GOT to stop meeting like this"

"You kidnapped me idiot"

" but your not a kid?"

" oh my gosh you are a idiot"

73 " murder wasn't on today's agenda"

"It's not on anyones"

" no it's on mine, just not untill next Thursday"

74: " did you have to hit me with a corpses leg? Was that really necessary?"

"Necessary. No. Hilarious, yes"

Royalty!au

Bodyguard!au

Brother's best friend!au

enemies to lovers!au

Friends to lovers!au

Love letters!au

Famous!au

Streamer!au

Assassin!au

Famous brother!au

Time travel!au

Ghost and human!au

Suicidal x therapist!au(not romancing being Suicidal please if you feel this way talk to someone even if it's just a little or about your day it will help and dms always open)

Student x teacher!au(both of age)

Demigod x mortal!au

Beast friends brother!au

Transfer student!au

Dark academy!au

Different sides in a war!au

Polor opposites!au

I hate everyone in the world but you!au

Fake dating!au

Grumpy x sunshine!au

Cowarker romance!au

And again these are just ideas you can thinknof your own if you want to

[kyoupann]

Hi, besties! I’m back to talk about Encanto and Encanto only because I’m tired of non-latinos/Hispanics posting their bland ass opinions on a movie they definitely did not care to understand <3 ( warning: spoilers, I guess)

1. "Abuela was evil and didn't deserve to be forgiven that quickly"

Amix, did we even watch the same movie? Because to me Alma wasn't forgiven on the spot. Not one of them said "sure abuelita don’t worry we still love you." And the thing is, in a toxic Hispanic household, you won't get an apology so easily. Alma admitted how she fucked up and that is a huge step for them as a family to start figuring out their own shit and how each member contributed to the cracks appearing. The moment where they all come together to rebuild their Casita is a perfect depiction of that; it takes days, months and years to pick up the pieces and put it back together, and maybe just then they can start healing.

Alma deserved to realise how much pain she was putting her family through and be given the opportunity to try to be better, and saying otherwise is interpreting the movie to fit your ideal ending. And the thing is, Alma had no malicious intent in her words and actions, once you know what happened to her, you notice everything she does and says is tightly tied to her traumatic past: bestie watched her town be invaded, her husband brutally murdered while holding her newborn triplets, became the leader of a whole ass new town the next morning and was probably never given the time to mourn.

And before any of y’all Abuela-haters come to me to say trauma is never an excuse: yeah, abuse can’t be justified under any circumstances, however, if you want to criticise Abuela’s character, you have to look where she is coming from. It’s not a matter of it’s fair or not, because in real life these situations most of the time are never fair to anyone involved.

2. "Omg, everyone was so mean towards Mirabel and Bruno, how could anyone allow that? That's so fucked up!"

Oh, wow, the privilege of watching a movie about intergenerational trauma and not noticing the trauma. Qusiese, chicaaa, pero no pudiese. LMAO I was going to go into how Alma, Isabela and Pepa treated Mirabel, but I feel that’ll be better left alone in their separate posts because it’s a lot. Instead I’m just going to explain why I think “We don’t talk about Bruno” was an attempt to protect Bruno from people shit-talking him even more.

It’s undeniable that the Madrigal family is obviously the equivalent of royalty in Encanto. They are a public figure and Abuela specifically works her ass off trying to maintain that image (yeah, by manipulating her family into being of service but). Because if shit went down, then she’d find herself having to flee her home again. Big yikes, nope.

Now, imagine, your youngest and only son who can see the future comes up with a prophecy about your home/family so bad that he runs away. Bruno may have done nothing wrong, but his disappearance brought a bad image to the family. So what did the family had to do to save face? Not talk about him. And more than it being a “fuck Bruno, all my homies hate Bruno” move, it is more of a “Hey, this is a sensitive topic and we as a family have decided to speak no more of it, thanks!” move, not only to cope with his absence, but to prevent townsfolk from also talking about him. It might not have been the nicest thing to do, but so was Bruno’s leaving without saying more. Please, stop infantilizing grown-ass men.

3. “The magic doesn’t make any sense”

HI, Welcome to Magical Realism! It does not need to make sense to you. It is what it is in its own world and its inhabitants accept it. If y’all can watch Marvel movies and eat that shit up as if it were the most complex worldbuilding in existence, then you can absolutely believe that miracles are a commonly accepted occurrence in this world.

What creates a miracle is not really important, because throughout the movie we’re not trying to make a new one, but to preserve the one that already Alma manifested. What determines what kind of gift each character gets is not important, or at the very least I’d think you’d be able to assume that it’s something related to their personality or a skill they excelled at. Being utterly rude, if you whine over how the magic doesn’t make any sense, I feel like you’re the type of person who wants to have every single thing explained in detail because you’re simply too lazy to use your imagination.

I find the magic in this movie very adequate to its context; in Latin-America, when you talk about a miracle it’s something of religious origin that cannot be explained by science (as opposed to English, in which it can be simply boiled down to something extraordinary). Additionally, “Milagro” is also used to refer to religious charms that can be carried on your person for protection and good luck. So, the candle serves as both types of miracles and I find that so damn cool.

Now, I’m not blindly in love with this movie to deny the fact that it definitely should’ve explored its world and characters so much more. It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely one of the best movies the mouse has made in years and I do hope it gets some kind of show or whatever; it’s got the perfect elements for it.

P.d: do yourself a huge favour and listen to the Spanish version of Dos Oruguitas <3<3<3