#and it feels like lately it's just an every day thing and i'm so fucking tired

[coff33andb00ks]

Lando, 43

43: raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

requests closed until I catch up <3

"Are you a romantic person?"

He smiles, biting into the chip and casting his eyes downward briefly. "When I - When I need to be," he says with a little smile.

Oh the way fans ate that up. Your feed on Instagram and TikTok and even fucking Twitter were inundated with that clip for weeks, and you still see edits of it, and anytime you post him or include him in your stories the comments come rolling in, asking if he's been romantic lately.

Joke was on them, because he was always romantic. It's wonderful, truly, even if it did frighten you at first. Surely a man that actually did the romantic things was a total red flag? No one really sent flowers for no reason. Or called even when they only had ten seconds to talk. Or wanted to stay on FaceTime while you got ready for the day or ready for bed. No one ever said we don't have to talk I just want to feel like I'm with you and meant it unless they were toxic.

And you knew that no man in the history of ever - except in movies and books - had ever learned the lyrics to a love song from like 50 years ago so he could sing them in a karaoke bar. Or have his friend video it so he could send it to you. And then proceed to sing bits and pieces of it every day.

At least, no man before him. He did.

Lando Norris, the most romantic man to exist.

He's singing it now, and you wonder if he even knows he's doing it because it's soft, under his breath. You smile as you listen to him in the kitchen, dishes softly rattling while he unlaods the dishwasher.

"And you come to me on a summer's breeze, keep me warm in in your love..." He begins humming and you turn your attention back to your work, his humming fading as you focus. It's not until he touches your shoulder that you notice he's in the room.

"Hey," you murmur, smiling up at him.

"Your tea's getting cold, love." He reaches across the keyboard and saves your work. "Screen break."

You obediently turn away from the computer and reach for your tea. "Thank you. Sorry I've been in here almost all day every day this week."

Lando shakes his head. "You don't have to apologize for working. I know how much you love it."

"I feel bad, like I'm neglecting you." You set your cup of tea down and stand, winding your arms around his waist. "How about I fix dinner tonight?"

"Gonna feed me and take me on a walk?" He's teasing so you don't take offense, tipping your head back for his kiss. "I'll help, yeah? Or we could go out."

"But I love cooking for you."

"You just wanna get me fat so no one else will steal me away," he snorts, hands sliding down your arms and pulling them from around him.

You open your mouth to argue that but he's taking your hands in his, humming the song again. Sighing at the gentleness of his touch, you feel warmth and adoration squeeze around your heart as he lifts your hand. And fall in love all over again when he bends to press a kiss to your knuckles.

Knees: weak. Heart: skipping a beat. Eyes: glowing. Butterflies: fluttering in your stomach.

"Let's start dinner yeah?" he asks.

[starryeyedjanai]

counting the days till i'm coming home

steddie | explicit | read on ao3 chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

They’re in the lake, like they always are in his dreams.

Steve is talking to him—he can’t hear his voice clearly, like he’s hearing it through a bad phone connection.

He’s saying his name, saying Eddie, as they look at each other.

They’re close enough to touch, but Steve keeps his hands to himself instead of reaching for him like he normally does in his dreams. He feels something wrapped around his leg, right where Steve grabbed him in real life, but it doesn't make sense because both of Steve's hands are visible, fingertips skating across the surface of the lake as he says his name over and over.

He’s a monster, he remembers belatedly in his dream.

He’s a monster, so there could be anything beneath the water touching him.

He wants it to slide further up his leg, but it stays wrapped around his calf, anchoring him there, but not in a way that makes him feel afraid. It’s anchoring him there to keep him safe, to keep him afloat as they look at each other.

Steve looks a little different in his dream, iridescent scales creeping up his chest and neck, up the side of his face.

He’s beautiful.

Eddie tries to wade closer, but no matter how hard he tries, the distance between them stays the same.

He wakes up covered in sweat and tasting lake water on his tongue.

He sits up in his bed and pushes his covers off him. The skin on his leg where he was grabbed is pink and feels hot to the touch.

He doesn't know what the hell is going on, but the theory that Steve might just be fucking with him has flown out the window, maybe along with his sanity.

He goes through the motions of getting up and getting dressed because he has band practice today, but the entire time, he feels wrong.

He feels off.

He chalks it up to the residual effects of the fear and adrenaline pumping through him last night and the weird ass dreams he’s been having lately and goes about his day.

If his friends notice anything off about him, they don't say anything about it.

He goes home instead of hanging out with them after practice and he chugs an entire pitcher of water as soon as he gets inside.

The feeling of wrongness recedes a little, so he refills the pitcher and makes a note to drink more water since he’s probably dehydrated.

The rest of the week passes the same way, this feeling of wrongness permeating his every move, a tug in his gut at the thought of Steve, at the thought of returning to the lake. Why would he ever go back there? The tugging feeling gets stronger whenever he thinks about never going back.

He doesn't know what’s going on with him. Is it some kind of fight or flight response he doesn't know about? One where he kind of wants to go back instead of run away?

He goes to the library after a week and looks up in the archives any news stories about the lake monster.

There apparently haven't been any deaths, but multiple people have reported over the years that they’ve been pulled under by something.

He looks at all the records of this happening and thinks about Steve doing the same thing he did to Eddie to a whole host of other people—enough to have a local legend about a lake monster come to life despite no one ever seeing one.

He thinks about Wayne telling him not to go in the water. He thinks about his friends who have never gone in the lake despite living here their entire lives.

He thinks about Steve saying he didn't want him to be afraid of him.

He returns home with more questions than answers.

He grabs ice from the freezer to make an ice pack and goes to his room to ice his leg. He doesn't know what’s wrong with it, but the skin is still inflamed where Steve touched him.

In everything he read, nobody who was ever pulled under mentioned anything about this.

He ices his leg, but it doesn't actually do much except melt the ice, and he’s left at a loss for what to do.

A couple days later, for the first time since he met Steve, he doesn't dream, not one that he can remember at least.

It’s just a haze of sensation that he remembers when he gasps awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

He doesn't remember dreaming, but he remembers the feeling of hands on him, the feeling of his body trembling as someone touched him.

He wakes up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat, the wetness where it drips down his thighs is thick and tacky.

He’s sucking in air like he just ran a mile, every part of his body overheated.

He stumbles his way into the kitchen and guzzles the entire pitcher of water even though he knows he’s been hydrating better the last few days.

It’s not enough to quell the thirst inside him, the aching.

He lays down on the cool kitchen floor and trembles as wave after wave of arousal shocks his system. He’s never felt anything like this before.

It’s like his body isn't his own, like he’s shed his skin and before someone else, something else.

He crawls back to his room and pulls himself up onto his bed. He curls up on his side and runs his hand down his leg, to where his skin no longer feels angry and overheated for the first time since Steve touched him.

He frowns when he hits a different texture and sits up.

He swallows thickly as he looks at his leg, at the skin where Steve's hands or maybe something else touched him.

The skin isn't skin anymore. There's a patch of his leg where he was grabbed that’s now…different.

He runs the tips of his fingers over it and shudders at the feeling of it under his fingertips.

It’s rough and textured and iridescent like the scales that went up his torso and neck and face in his dream.

He doesn't know what any of this means. Is he going crazy? Did Steve do something to him?

He needs answers, but he needs to get off first because his entire body is hot again and his dick is practically pulsing, the slick between his thighs is only getting more abundant as the minutes pass.

His hand reaches for the one vibrator he owns in his bedside table. He got it on a trip to Indy last year, when he snuck away from the rest of the guys to check out a sex store that sold an array of things including his trusty vibrator that has probably singlehandedly gotten him through the last year since starting T. He truly doesn't think his fingers could have kept up with his sex drive’s sudden increase. He saved up to get a good one that would last since he doesn't make it out to Indy as often as he’d like.

He presses down and holds the button at the base until it buzzes to life. He clicks the power all the way up and presses the vibrator along the side of his dick.

He moans, sudden and sharp, at the relief that floods through him, the deep vibrations exactly what his body is craving.

He can't do anything except hold the vibrator against himself as he groans and shakes apart, too fast, way too fast, his pussy clenching painfully around nothing as he rolls through the waves of his orgasm.

He keeps the vibrator pressed against his dick as he slides his left hand down and tucks two fingers inside himself.

He sighs at the stretch, at the slick sound his fingers make pressing inside.

He thrusts his fingers in and out as he feels himself tense up again, the vibrations making his dick twitch, body thrumming with pleasure.

He’s burning up, sweat beading on his forehead as he feels it building again.

There’s a voice in his head that isn't his.

Come, it’s saying.

Fuck, he’s so fucking close.

Come, it says again.

And he’s going to. He’s gonna—

Come home.

He shudders as his orgasm wracks through his entire body. The sheets beneath him get soaked as he squirts all over them, sobbing and crying out, unable to even breathe anymore.

He’s sobbing as he shakes through it, the vibrations making everything so much more intense.

He’s still shaking when he turns the vibrator off and drops it next to him on the bed.

He’s still shaking when he runs his fingers through the slick mess between his thighs.

He’s still shaking when he hears the voice in his head again.

It’s saying Eddie, come home.

—

He goes back to the lake.

[thalialunacy]

[a wee character sketch interlude for the @calaisreno May Prompt Party]

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-440-

Orchestras always tune to ‘A’ on the oboe, because every string instrument has an ‘A’ string. Oboes can play sharp or flat, just like any other instrument, but modernly every oboist uses a little electronic meter to ensure that their ‘A’ is exactly right.

As a child, his violin instructor had made him start every lesson by vocalising A4 out of thin air. Or, at least, attempting to do so; Sherlock has always had excellent intonation, but perfect pitch -- the ability to name the frequency of sounds one hears and vice versa -- is not on his resume.

So the exercise always felt fruitless, and aggravatingly so, because of course he never actually got the correct pitch. Close, and closer with time, but never close enough.

Years later, watching a tiny human named Rosamund drag herself to her feet just to fall back down time and time again, it finally occurs to him: That was the point.

-415-

Baroque: relating to or denoting a style of European architecture, music, and art of the 17th and 18th centuries that is characterised by ornate detail.

He finds himself in a tiny overcrowded music hall watching a small early music ensemble (3 violins, 1 viola, 1 cello, 1 contrabass, 1 recorder, 2 bassoons, 1 trumpet, 1 harpsichord, and 1 very murderous theorbo player) and it takes him far too long to realise why he's uncomfortable. Why there is a little twitch below his left eye.

They are actually using a historically accurate tuning.

Sherlock blinks, feeling around his jaw to see if it could be something else, but no, a part of his overly-trained brain rebels against all the sounds being pitched slightly lower than modern sensibilities. It's like a phantom toothache.

It's like before, when Sherlock would glance up from his microscope and observe John feeling poorly. In those days, Sherlock had nothing to offer, really, so he'd just had to let John's unhappiness bury itself under his skin as something else to ignore.

Now, though. Now he can do something about it.

-432-

Some theorists and musicians claim that the 432 Hz tuning has better effects on the human body, but there are no scientific studies that support the hypothesis.

He brings an exhausted John a late night (and therefor unattractively decaf) cup of tea. 'What happened?' he asks quietly, settling in across from him.

John shakes his head vaguely. 'I couldn't… I couldn't convince a mother to respect her child's pronouns.' He coughs. 'I am an old man who is shit at not stumbling over such things, but… She wouldn't even try.'

He meets Sherlock's eyes over the rim of his mug. 'Please remind me of this when Rosie is a teenager and I want to throttle her for reinventing herself every two days.'

Sherlock pauses, then sets his tea down and leans in until he can palm the soft pyjama fabric covering John's knee. It's a small gesture, but it works-- the creases in John's brow lose a little of their severity. 'I have no doubt she'll try our patience and sanity severely. But, John… You are already a far better parent than yours were.'

John stares at him and breathes out heavily. 'Fuck.' His free hand comes down on top of Sherlock's, absently palpating his knuckles one by one. 'But you can't-- There's not exactly scientific evidence, is there, to support that.' 

Sherlock clears his throat. 'Yes, well. I'm confident there will be.' 

John's lips twitch. 'Sherlock Holmes, are you saying you have faith in something?' 

Sherlock tuts, then decides he doesn't care about propriety in this moment. He moves until he's kneeling before John, holding his face in his hands and focusing on the tiny freckle under John's left eyebrow, knowing John will understand.

'Yes,' he says simply. 'Just one thing.' And then he leans in. 

[❤️]

[music to which this was written: Britten's Violin Concerto, Op 15, which I'm certain Sherlock would hate, but he's wrong]

[kivrumi]

⭑ᡣ𐭩"₊SEVEN 𐙚⁺˚

chapter 2 - burger queen

FEM!READER × ? JJK

ʚ PAIRINGS : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Ino Takuma, Higuruma Hiromi ɞ

{ it is not stated here who the reader ends up with, the story is to find out.. }

NON-CURSE AU | COLLEGE AU

꒰ SUMMARY : How did you end up in such a mess with various guys? From strangers, friends, and crushes to ex-boyfriends and enemies. How did, what you thought was simple, life turn out like this? And who exactly were you to end up with?

꒰ WARNINGS : SLOWBURN - NSFW 18+ - mature & sexual themes - smut / lemon - language - violence - mentions of obsessive behaviour - sub/dom mentions - angst andd fluff :3

SEVEN MASTERLIST

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"He got you too huh.." Shoko says as you lay on her lap. You were in her room, which to your surprise was quite very pink. She stroked your hair as you had just finished telling her about all the new experiences you had today

"Noo he don't got me, I swear" You accidentally lied. Does he have you? You've only met once? Then again, Toji Fushiguro has never uttered a word to you yet has you wrapped around his finger. Seems like Toji and Satoru are just two silly crushes you've gained, due to your lack of love life. You've had a boyfriend once, it ended quite confusing but that was years ago, you being 16 at the time.

"What every girl says, just don't fuck him"

"Why would I fuck him, I don't just fuck anyone"

"Liar, if Toji walked into this room right now and told you to get on your knees you wouldn't hesitate"

the silence was all you managed to hear after that sentence Shoko just dropped.

"True.." you reply, late. Lifting your head from her thighs, you sit properly beside her and ask "You know, you've never talked about your own love life to me" You see Shoko glance at her fidgeting hands and a small smile that seemingly grew on her face just for it to vanish as she answered you.

"My love life is boring, don't bother asking about it" Obviously you were fully convinced but it was better to leave it at that than pester her with a variety of questions, making her supposedly uncomfortable.

—

You didn't know many guys in a romantic aspect. Well actually, none apart from your ex. The only thing that has been carrying your love life is a pathetic crush on a popular evil man. So why were you so invested in making it work? Why were you back on this side of college? Why were you staring daggers into him currently seeing his arm wrapped around a girl? You know her, she's in your class. She would constantly talk about Toji, about how he never notices her and how she wishes to have one conversation with him. I wonder how she was able to achieve those wishes...

She was stunning of course, but you and everyone else knew that in a week or less, she is getting replaced. Why does every girl let that happen, and why do you find yourself craving for just a day with him?

"You're back here? Only been a day and you missed me. Thought the next time I'd see you was when I planned to stalk you in your psychology class" Turning behind you to locate where and who had just said that only to be met with the blue eyes of Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo... is he becoming someone in your love life too? Or were you going to be his week-long obsession, seems like the trend that goes around for hot popular boys like him.

"Right..." you then slowly turn your head back to Toji, for some odd reason not wanting to miss a moment to see the way he is. The way that he acts. Is he trash for the first few days he lets you be with him? Or does he love bomb you and leave you till you feel empty?

"Toji? Seriously?" This guy seriously doesn't hold back on his words, does he?

"What about him..."

You then slowly head to your main hangout spot. Only for a curious Gojo to follow you around this time.

"Seems like someone has a crush"

"No i don't. And don't interfere with my love life, that shit is personal you know"

"So I'm not in your like, love life radar? Because if I am I would like to know about your love life" You give him a confused look and halt your movements as soon as you two reach the outdoors.

"Seriously? Gojo I don't know you nor am I interested" A lie but you don't find yourself being with someone so stuck up, as much as it hurts to say it. Your eyes are still only on Toji. "Now you can stop following me around" and with that, he obeys like a little puppy and leaves as you walk further down, and see a familiar abandoned cafe. You still constantly go there, alone, with others or sometimes they are already there. It's your group spot. Opening the broken tilted door, you're met with bean bag chairs, empty coffee cups, and two sleeping figures.

"Choso, Kento, get UP!" you then lightly kick the bean bags they're on, but due to their deep sleep you have to kick harder.

"eugh, what are you doing" Choso groans as he rubs his eyes. You then roll Choso lightly over till he falls off the bean bag as you plop yourself on it. Despite the fact, there were multiple other bean bags.

"just claiming my spot back..." It was just your favorite bean bag because it was your favorite color, Choso knew this. "and payback for not answering your door last night when I wanted to come over to your dorm room, you did promise me."

"But I did text you that Kentos thing took longer than expected"

"But you could have just told me before I stood at your dorm room door like an idiot"

Choso just groaned due to his lack of excuse as he sat up from the floor, realizing Kento had gone back asleep. "When are you going to get a new roommate?" I ask, Chosos last roommate got kicked out of the college for vandalizing and blackmailing the teachers. You still wonder what kind of blackmail they had on them, too bad it was all confidential. Choso was pretty scared of his last roommate and now he has been alone in his dorm for at least a month, this is why he is always either begging someone to come over or invading other people's dorms.

"Apparently there is another guy in another dorm building who has been by himself for a good 3 months, I think they are looking to put me with him"

"aawh does that mean you're not going to be down the hallway now?"

"I guess so"

You two just stay quiet for some time, thinking to yourselves. As you are wondering what kind of burger you're getting, later on, Choso's thoughts are more complicated. He was thinking of you, and how much you have impacted his life since the day he met you. How he gets up in the morning with you in mind and falls asleep to the thought of you. But you were just his best friend, right? He does not like you like THAT. Right..? Yes, you were gorgeous and breathtaking, he remembers when you went up to him as a kid and he was mumbling his sentences. He was just a shy kid, that's why he went red and flushed from the fact he was speaking with you. When you got your first boyfriend at 16, he wasn't jealous, he was rather frustrated if he would treat you horribly. And when you were heartbroken for the first time, why was he happy? Why was he happy you no longer was in a relationship, it's not like Choso would ever want to take it that far with you.

"Maybe a cheeseburger," You say, still fighting your other thoughts "Or maybe I should just ditch the burgers and.. get ice cream" It was a difficult choice. After all, you weren't that hungry, but there was no food at home. Maybe you should just beg Shoko to make you something despite her always being so busy with her science classes. Choso just lightly laughs at your words before replying,

"Come with me, let's get you a burger and ice cream"

—

"Your fucking it up aren't you," Choso says as he watched you take the fattest bite of your burger. You two sat at a fast food shop as you got the food he promised you. You swear that you will pay him back but you both know that's false, as you're broke with no job, with some funding your mother sends over to you for basic needs. Choso has a part-time job at a local campus cafe, you rarely visit him though due to the stale coffee they sell. But Choso being broke or not wouldn't mind spending his last pennies even if it was for this fat ass burger.

"Hell yeah" you reply, as Choso ate his dainty fries.

"These fries are real good" Choso says with a full mouth

"don't speak while you're eating.. you got to be etiquette!" you tell him, as you shake your head sideways.

"We are at a Burger King"

"A real Queen will always stay royal, no matter where she is"

"my bad, I'll take notes"

you hum, acknowledging how Choso is dependent on your knowledge. You disliked the silence after that, so you got to sing

"I'm at Burger King with my Burger Queen..."

"what-"

"Can I get a large fry.. shes vegan ple-"

"why do I have to be the Queen?"

"Because you're my Queen Choso, plus it fits more perfectly since you're vegan too yumming on fries"

Choso is silent, wow. You really were intelligent.

—

The next day, now you mindlessly walk to an open field on your school grounds, you don't know why but lately you've been exploring the entire college. Last year was a total bust, always in your dorm room playing video games and watching anime. You sit down on the ground, near a wall as you place your head onto it and stare into the distance 'Wait, am I near the soccer pitch?'

"You know, I was actually not expecting to see you for a third time in a week. Did you come back here for me?" Looking to your right, and above you there stood Satoru Gojo "isss this seat taken?" He jokes as he points to an empty spot on the empty field. He sits there anyway before you can even think to reply

"This part of the college is nice, I should come here more often but, that just means I'd have to run into you all the time. that just sucks" You're not actually that mean, you're just afraid of rejection so you resort to joking bullying. He puts a hand where his heart is, suggesting your words hurt him. His actions makes you take note of his shirt, a blue soccer shirt with a big 9 in front.

"You checking me out? And you swore you wouldn't fall for me?"

"That's not it, don't get your head so twisted, i was just looking at your shirt. I may not be a soccer fan but boy I would like to own all of their jersey's"

"Then why didn't you just say the word baby?" he asks, hands ready to lift his shirt over. Just as he revealed his abs you pulled his shirt back down, and you might start meowing at the sight of his bare chest. "Aawh why'd you pull my shirt back down"

"I do not want to indulge in your whore antics"

"But Toji is a whore you can get down with? Okayyy i got it"

"e-excuse me?!" you say as your face starts to heat up

"Yesterday wasn't the only time i saw you eye fuck him sweetie, was a bit hurt when I was coming out of the locker room to guide you to your dorm and be your knight in shining armour to see you eye fucking another whore. Or does that make you one too?"

Speechless, you were. You knew it was obvious but you didn't like the idea of someone else guessing your crush, that just means maybe Toji realized too. You must look so desperate.

"Sweetie you look shocked," Gojo says, smiling at your frozen face, he gives a chuckle and then says "Don't worry, I won't tell the guy. Matter of fact, ill give you a chance to know him"

"...chance to know him?"

"yeah, I mean you don't seem like a party girl but im sure by now with all your stalking you would know how frequently Toji hosts parties since he has a big fucking ass house near the college"

"I do not stalk him-"

"Anywho, just come with me and you can have the chance to talk to him"

"Wouldn't he be mad a random guest came over?"

"Nah parties are supposed to be full of randos, plus... who can deny a sweet sexy girl like you" Due to his words you push him and he falls on his elbows as he chuckles at your reaction "It's on Halloween tho, so wear a costume"

"Gojo... why are you even doing this for me?"

"I don't know, maybe you read me wrong and I am actually a decent guy? Actually a decent guy wouldn't send a sweet girl to Toji Fushiguro, but if that's what you want that's what you're going to get" You nod at his words, did you really read him wrong? Was Shoko complaining without giving him the benefit of the doubt? "Mind telling me your name now sweetie?" You then answered him with your name and he smiled at it "Cute, still keeping your contact name as Sweetheart though" He gets up and stretches his arms up, looking back at his phone to check the time "I'm ten minutes late to training, you really got me distracted, hard to bother for anything else where you're around sweets. Also, put it in your address info, picking you up at 8 pm on Halloween night, see ya" You watch him walk away from you, as you remain seated on the grass floor. Blush remained on your cheeks, why did you always get so flustered? Is it just because you have always lacked this kind of attention, and now you find you're addicted to it and always wanting more? It does seem like it.

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@kivrumi do not steal / copy / reword / translate my work

[lisxdumbr]

The whole "if a person is mad at you it's their responsibility to tell you" thing just made me realize how fucked my situation is. Like just. woah

[guruguruguruguru]

the longer i sit with it the more it really gets me how nobody ever really mentions obito and rin before obito's reveal in shippuden. kakashi vaguely mentions his old friends and i think other characters allude to the tragedy of kakashi's past but rin and obito themselves are lost to time. something about that is so fucking haunting and so gutting. you would think it would be a pretty big deal that two kids from the same class died within a year of each other, but the nine tails attack probably wiped so much clean that nobody could really carry the grief... still, when we see their class in flashbacks, we recognise almost everyone else, so... there's something really sad and hopeless about their absence...

there's a lot a LOT to say about it from a lot of different angles and i don't really feel like going into meta posting territory i just have big feelings about it you know? and to me i guess obito encapsulates a lot of the anger. for the people who get left behind and forgotten. and that can mean a lot of things

[lucyvaleheart]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

found out that rascal's owner took him again while i was out, and he's probably not gonna be back since the semester's almost over. i don't even know if his owner's coming back next semester, if i'll ever see him again. if he'll ever see me again. why do they wait until im not around to do this? why do they never let me say goodbye to him?

[cinna-bunnie]

me: weird, I’m not able to reblog anymore? If I click reblog nothing pops up. I notice ublock origin’s counter keeps going up, what gives?

tumblr:

why the fuck is a wordpress pixel preventing me from reblogging you loser ass website. I’m not on wordpress, this breakage shouldn’t be happening.

Tbf, if I open a new tab or refresh the page I’m able to reblog again - but if I’m deep in the dash that’s obviously not the ideal move to make. I’m assuming this has something to do with the new UI Tumblr’s using because this hasn’t happened before.

Also, having refreshed the page and basically JUST making this post - can you fucking not??

Maybe it’s because I have the logger open so it’s not refreshing things but uhhh yeah this is dumb, whatever’s happening here.

On top of my heart kinda racing (bad) by just using the new UI because it feels like I’m on twitter again I’m just so annoyed with everything @staff​ is doing >.> STOP IT god dammit

[martsonmars]

desperately trying not to have a panic attack about university hehehe

[potatoesandsunshine]

sad about waypoint hours :(

[running-in-the-dark]

Just had a really uncomfortable conversation with our landlord & his wife - basically he was angry at us for drilling 'so many' holes in the walls (we really, really haven't drilled many holes in the walls. though we did build a shelf a few days ago, that could have sounded like that I guess?) and that it's getting very annoying that we've been moving in for four months now (it's been three months, and the vast majority of that time we didn't do anything, especially not anything loud. the only thing that's happened in like the last month is that we brought home and set up that shelf, and the holes we drilled today).

And it's just.. so confusing. Because we always ask them when we do something that could be loud/bother them, and they always say it's completely fine and everything. I just quickly wanted to get the drilling done today because I had to borrow my brother's drill for it, so we didn't ask this time.

And mainly it's confusing because they've told us SO MANY TIMES that they can't hear us at all, that we never bother them and that they're so happy to have such nice and quiet tenants. Like?? Okay??? How does that make sense. Last week we're great and sooo quiet and today we've suddenly been super loud for "four months".

So anyway after they left and I almost had a panic attack I realised I didn't take my anxiety medication this morning. Now it makes sense at least.

[trvelyans-archive]

tbh i am feeling cautiously optimistic for the upcoming school year :D

[delqcate]

my blog is basically a ghost town so like the pick me i think i am i'm gonna rant 😋

[milo-is-rambling]

Oh okay I've now realized that my last group of friends has completely fucked my ability to form new close relationships or find myself worthy of interacting with people I perceive to be better than me (aka all people)

[rose-tinted-nostalgia]

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