#and its not gonna be something that can be fixed in a day

[littl3cloud]

Breaking the Ice

Pairing: Hockey!Vi x reader

Request: more loser vi PLEASE i imagine vi with a pretty pink partner like very fem and the diff between then is so big also teasing vi while shes too shy to talk back (can be NSFW or not)

Warnings: 18+, Loser!Vi, Hockey!Vi, major pining, sweet confession

Read part 1 here!

Vi starts hanging around you more after that night.

Not in a creepy, overbearing way - at least you don't think so - but in a way that means she suddenly appears wherever you are, like a dog that's realized it's finally allowed inside the house and isn't sure if it's gonna get kicked out again.

At lunch, she hovers a little too long before sitting down next to you. After practice, she miraculously ends up walking the same way back to the dorms as you. And when you send her a stupid tweet at 1 a.m. she responds immediately, like she was just waiting for an excuse.

Even after your 8 a.m. you find Vi waiting outside your building with your usual drink order in her hand. Every morning since the game.

Caitlyn, of course, thinks its hilarious.

"You're ruining her life, you know," she tells you, watching as Vi trails behind the two of you at a respectful but painfully obvious distance. "She was somewhat normal until you."

You shoot Vi a glance over your shoulder. She quickly looks away, pretending to be fascinated by the vending machine like it's the most interesting thing she's ever seen.

"She was never normal," you say, grinning.

You start pushing Vi's buttons.

Not in a mean way, but because Vi is so easy to fluster, so utterly lovestruck when it comes to you, and it feels like a crime not to tease her.

You show up to her games wearing her jersey.

You lean in just a little too close when you talk to her, watching the way she struggles to keep eye contact. And worst of all, you touch her.

Nothing scandalous - just fleeting and casual. Brushing your fingers against her when she hands you your drink. Fixing the hem of her hoodie when it gets bunched up while you're studying. Resting your head on her shoulder after a long day, just to feel the way she freezes beneath you.

Every time, Vi looks like she's fighting for her life.

But the thing is - Vi is getting comfortable.

At first you barely notice it. She still stumbles over her words, still gets red when you look at her for too long. But, she starts stitting closer, stops second guessing every time she texts you first. And then one night it happens. You finally see the shift, subtle but undeniable.

You're lying on your bed again, scrolling through your phone while Vi sits beside you, flipping through the textbook chapter that she definitely not reading.

She lets out a heavy sigh, dropping her head against your shoulder. It's so natural, so casual, that for a second you think you imagined it.

You glance down at her, expecting the usual blush, the usual panic, but she just stays there, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

"Vi," you say, amused.

"Mm," she hums, body unmoved.

You poke her cheek. "You good?"

She finally looks up, blinking at you like she just realized what she did. Then, instead of bolting like you expected, she gives you a shy, lopsided smile and you feel something in your chest stumble.

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The party is in full swing by the time Vi gets there.

She's not even sure why she showed up, parties aren't her thing and neither is squeezing through a too-hot, too-loud crowd of drunk undergrads. But you invited her. And of course, Vi couldn't say no.

She told herself she'd just swing by to say hi, and leave before the party got too crazy. But now, she's nursing a drink that Sevika forced into her hand, mindlessly nodding at the conversation. Until she sees you.

Pink is all she can think of.

Not the soft, subtle kind you wear when you're feeling casual, but the kind that demands attention. Daring, bright, dangerous. And damn does it look good on you. The outfit is the perfect combination of revealing and effortless, and Vi's brain short-circuits so fast she doesn't realize she's staring.

Sevika follows her gaze and snorts. "You're hopeless."

Vi drags her eyes away from you for just a second to glare at Sevika. "Shut up."

You spot Vi before she can recover, and the slow, knowing smile that spreads across your lips makes her want to die. You don't head straight toward her, of course. That would be too easy.

Instead, you work the room first. Stopping to talk to friends, grabbing a drink, effortlessly existing while Vi struggles to remember how breathing works. Vi can tell you're enjoying this.

By the time you finally reach her, Vi's drink is forgotten in her hand, her pulse racing a little too quickly.

"Hi, Vi," you say, voice honey-smooth.

Vi swallows hard. "Uh, hey."

You tilt your head, watching her like you're waiting for something. Maybe for her to say something about the outfit you spent hours picking out, or maybe for her to stop looking like she just saw God himself. Instead, she stares.

"You okay there?" you tease, reaching out to tug at the loose strings on the sleeve of her hoodie. She should say something. Anything.

But your fingers barely graze her wrist, making her jerk closer into your fleeting touch.

Sevika mutters something under her breath, something like Holy Shit, and wanders off out of secondhand embarrassment. You don't mind though. In fact, you're delighted to be alone with Vi.

"You like my outfit?" you ask, spinning just enough so that your skirt flutters in the breeze. Vi nods, too fast. "Yea."

You grin at her response, watching her struggle to keep her cool,m but the way her eyes dart at everywhere but you say otherwise.

"Mm, just 'yea'? I guess I'll take it as a compliment," you tease, stepping a little closer, feeling the tension between you thicken.

Vi swallows again, this time with a little more effort. She looks like she's trying to stop herself from running, hand grabbing her drink tightly. "It's... uh, it's nice. You look nice."

"Thanks," you say softly, your gaze never leaving hers. You hesitate before continuing. "You look good too, you know." You notice her posture immediately shift, her shoulders tensing. Vi lets out this weird half-laugh, like she's not sure if you're joking or being serious.

"I-uh. You don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying," you say, your voice low and playful. "But if you want, I can be more specific. If it'll make you believe me, of course."

Vi immediately erupts into shades of pink, her eyes darting around the room like she's waiting to be rescued by something. But all she gets is the hum of the music in the background and the muffled chatter of people around you. It's just the two of you now and you're not going anywhere.

"You're so cute when you're flustered, Vi," you murmur, and this time, there's no hiding the way she freezes. She tries to say something, anything, but the more she keeps pushing the more she stumbles through her words. She can barely look at you now, but you can see it. That tiny barely there moment where she realizes she is absolutely stuck in her spot, unable to leave you even if she wanted to.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of trying to collect herself, Vi meets your gaze, her eyes wide but soft.

"I like you," she says in a voice barely above a whisper. She sounds almost like she's surprised herself. "You know that right?"

It takes you a second to process, your heart thudding in your chest and her soft confession.

"Yea, Vi," you reply, voice full of unspoken understanding. "I know."

Vi finally looks at you, her face flushed but determination flickering in her eyes. It’s a little shaky, but she’s trying, really trying. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, like she’s preparing herself for something big.

"I, I don’t do this whole… party thing,” she begins, voice still a little unsteady, but there’s a hint of something else, something more confident.

“I don’t usually know how to… you know, be around people. But I like being around you. A lot.” She rushes the last part out, and the words tumble over each other, like she’s trying to say it before she loses the courage.

You blink, momentarily taken aback. This wasn’t the shy Vi who couldn’t look you in the eye. This was something else, something almost bold, despite her stumbling delivery. You can’t help but grin, feeling your chest tighten at how adorable and endearing it is.

“I’m glad you like being around me,” you tease, stepping closer again, a small smirk curling on your lips. “But you know, Vi, if you really wanted to impress me, you could do better than just... blushing all over the place.”

Her eyes widen at your challenge, and for a split second, you think she might completely lose it—but then, to your surprise, she straightens up, as though gathering all her courage.

"I can do better," she says with a little more conviction than you expected, even though her hands are still trembling slightly. But her eyes are locked onto yours now, and for the first time, you see her take a step toward you, almost as if to close the gap.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? I’m waiting."

Vi takes another shaky breath, her posture stiff but her eyes unwavering. "Okay," she says, voice slightly hoarse, but there’s an undeniable spark in it. "I think... I think you're really pretty. And I don’t care if this is all weird. I’m not good at this stuff, but I... like you. A lot. I just—” She pauses, and for the first time, she laughs at herself. "God, I’m really bad at this, huh?"

Your heart swells at the confession. Despite her awkwardness, there’s something so genuine about her. It makes you want to pull her closer, to reassure her that her words are enough.

“You’re doing just fine,” you say softly, your voice almost a whisper.

Vi’s eyes soften, her lips curling into a tentative smile. It’s not the shy, uncertain smile she usually gives you. This one is more open, more sure of itself, even though her cheeks are still flushed. “Yeah?” she asks, her voice quieter now, almost a little vulnerable.

“Yeah,” you confirm, stepping just a little closer, your hand brushing against hers. “You’re doing great.”

For a moment, neither of you says anything. You just stand there, the sounds of the party buzzing around you, like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you. Vi’s breathing steadies and all you can focus on is the warmth between you.

She’s still a little awkward. Still that lovable, somewhat awkward mess of a girl you’ve gotten so used to teasing. But there’s a quiet strength in her now, something more certain.

She takes another step closer, her hand brushing against yours more confidently, you know that this—whatever this is—isn’t just a passing moment.

You smile at her, a soft, almost intimate smile, and Vi hesitates only a moment before finally meeting your gaze.

“You’re really pretty too,” she says again, this time with more confidence.

The words settle between you two like a secret shared, and as you both stand there, the world fading away in that small bubble of connection, you realize something: Vi may still be a bit of a mess, but she’s your mess.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[jaegahh]

plsss make mikasa headcannons 🙏🙏👨‍🍼🤾‍♂️🗑️

GIRLFRIEND MIKASA HEADCANONS ᯓᡣ𐭩

content: sfw, female! Reader, fluff, bit of smoking mentioned <3

Mikasa’s strong. Like, really, really strong. She’s effortlessly able to pick you up. The ease of doing so always leads to her swooping you up in her arms when you’re too tired to walk up the stairs of your shared loft. She adores how soft you look in her arms.

Mika’s obsessed with your cooking. OBSESSED. Coming home to a warm plate of food you fixed for her after a long hour at the gym is like coming home to heaven. She’ll definitely make sure you know it, too.

Also because she can’t cook to save her life.

She’s definitely the type to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I’m talking 5:30 am, going on a morning jog, heading to the gym, working on something hands-on.. or sometimes just for the sake of being up. She always makes sure to give you a kiss before she leaves, of course.

Her phone is filled with pictures of you. All 1,209 of ‘em. Her lock screen is her favorite one, where you’re smiling and so beautiful in the pretty beach dress you wore when she first asked to be your girlfriend. It was your senior year of high school, and ever since then you two have been inseparable.

You’ll say something about a new TikTok challenge or a new meme you found while scrolling on Instagram and she’ll nod at you without a clue. She’s a bit behind on pop culture references and things like that :(.. Probably because she’s always off doing something productive.

She’s big on games— especially storymodes, though she doesn’t mind the occasional online multiplayer ones. Any free time she’s got is gonna be spent on her PC playing video games. Usually Red Dead Redemption 2, The Last of Us, Life is Strange.. sometimes Fortnite (she’s definitely a chapter 1 season 1 player don’t play w herr). Every once in a while she’ll force you to play something together. Scary games in particular. God, she loves making you play horror games.

“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.

“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.

You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.

“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.

With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”

Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”

She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭

She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(

That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.

Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.

Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.

Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her

LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.

Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much

Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.

A/N: HI BABIES!!! I apologize for the fat text coming up. it’s been one hell of a 2 years. this was just rotting up in my drafts, along with countless other works i haven’t had the time nor motivation to finish. so so sorry for the late response nonnie. this isn’t proofread, and unfortunately isn’t too organized either. the writing and characterization might also suck.. as it’s been quiteee a long time 😅. also, i didn’t use the “Girlfriend!Mikasa who (..)” start.. but i think i might for other works in the future?? would you like that? lmk! I feel like tumblr has moved on from the usual bullet point nd dump haha. sorry again sweetheart! hope this was alright for uuu <3 i will try my hardest to be more active for u guys soon!! MWA💋💋

[00valentina-writes00]

can we get drunk texts from Abby?

♡♥︎Drunk texts from Abby♥︎♡

Two more drafts to go

Abby (1:12 AM):

hey, i swear if i see one more guy wearing a stupid bandana and pretending like he knows how to fight i’m gonna lose it

Abby (1:15 AM):

also i think i broke a chair… it just kinda collapsed under me… but i’m fine. it was a weak chair

Abby (1:17 AM):

im a fcking goddess of strength who can’t sit on a chair without it failing me. why does everything hate me??

Abby (1:20 AM):

oh and i may or may not have knocked a few things over, but don’t worry i’ll fix it… tomorrow. or later. probably

Abby (1:23 AM):

btw… i miss you and i want to punch something. i think i’m ready to fight another chair if it insults me again

Abby (1:26 AM):

how are you doing? besides being perfect and wonderful as always. no pressure. just wondering

You (1:27 AM):

You’re fighting chairs now, huh? You do have that whole “goddess of strength” thing going for you. But please stop breaking stuff, I’ll have to come down there and fix it all. Also, I’m perfect? Come on, I’m just trying to keep it together while you fight furniture.

Abby (1:30 AM):

you’re perfect. i can’t fight it. i swear i could punch a wall right now and it’d still be worth it for you

Abby (1:32 AM):

you’re amazing. i’m amazing. i’m so strong. i could bench press 10 chairs if i wanted to

Abby (1:34 AM):

i wish you were here. i could use some help with my “powerful chair smashing.” you’d be a great support

Abby (1:37 AM):

ok im not gonna lie, im a lil tipsy and honestly im starting to think this chair was asking for it. and my poor hands… they’re so strong and yet so delicate…

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Abby (1:45 AM):

wait i need 2 tell u somthin

Abby (1:47 AM):

i was thinkin about ur boobs. like… god i am never gonna get over them. seriously. like they’re gods. i think about them all the time. they just—they just r there and they r soooo perfect

Abby (1:50 AM):

i wanna hold them. like. not in a weird way just… god

Abby (1:53 AM):

ur boobs could solve world peace if they wanted to. they are the key to EVERYTHING. i can’t… i’m just thinking about them now and i need to get my life together

Abby (1:55 AM):

but like, pls don’t get mad, okay? it’s just… they’re so soft and perfect and… i swear ur boobs are the 8th wonder of the world, i’m not even joking

You (1:58 AM):

Haha, you’re really something when you’re tipsy, huh? You’re not wrong though, I’m definitely the 8th wonder of the world. But hey, no need to make me blush… or maybe, go on… keep talking about my perfect boobs, I’m listening.

Abby (2:02 AM):

no no no u don’t get it. i could just… touch them all day and not get bored, like, if i could i would just have them in my face all the time, just, ughhhh

Abby (2:05 AM):

im serious tho, like, ur boobs make me feel things. good things. like, i could worship them like… idk some kind of goddess ritual

Abby (2:07 AM):

okokok, forget i said that. it’s the alcohol talking. but still. boobs. gods. u get it right?

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Abby (2:13 AM):

wtf are you doing in my number?? i have a girlfriend, what the fuck

Abby (2:15 AM):

who the hell is texting me right now? i swear to god, i have a girlfriend. like, how are you in my phone, this is weird

Abby (2:17 AM):

wait—wait, WAIT. oh my god… i’m so stupid…

Abby (2:20 AM):

its YOU. how could i be this dumb right now, i’m so sorry, babe. im all over the place

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Abby (2:42 AM):

Ugh i hate this. why am i so drunk. plz come over and help me get my life together, i can’t even walk straight

Abby (2:45 AM):

Wait I’m so sorry i was thinking about your boobs again but like they r just… they deserve a parade or something

Abby (2:47 AM):

Like how do they even do that? they just… sit there and look perfect. HOW DO THEY DO THAT. r they magic??

Abby (2:50 AM):

Also, who taught me how to drink, i need a refund, this is a mess

Abby (2:52 AM):

Like i was just trying to chill and now my life is falling apart over a chair and your boobs and this alcohol

Abby (2:54 AM):

also i might’ve eaten a whole bag of chips and i’m mad about it. like I shouldn’t have done that

Abby (2:56 AM):

NO but listen!! pls come over and make sure i don’t fall over and die from bad chair karma

You (2:58 AM):

I’ll be over in a bit to save you from yourself. But really, the chair?? What’s going on in your world over there?

Abby (3:01 AM):

The chair just… it just attacked me, okay??

Abby (3:03 AM):

I was trying to sit down like a normal person and the damn thing just tipped over like it had a vendetta against me

Abby (3:05 AM):

idk who hurt me more, the chair or the alcohol. maybe ur boobs, tho… I think they could take me out too if they wanted

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[lupeloto]

(belated) valentine’s day ficlet <3

they never did valentine’s day. ian decides to change that.

— — — —

Ian tiptoes back into the bedroom, careful to avoid the the creaky floorboards that he and Mickey insist they’ll fix eventually. He crawls back beneath the heavy gray comforter and slips his arm around Mickey’s waist, bare and warm— Ian melting into the rhythm of his breathing. The Sun has been up for about an hour, its dim rays peeking through the slit in the bedroom window curtains. Mickey winces as a a beam directly hits his face, he stirs and groans as his eyes are forced open with a glare while Ian admires his scrunched nose and thick lashes as he wills away the morning rays.

“Why the fuck is the sun out so early,” Mickey shifts towards Ian, his arm scooping around his waist and his head burying into his chest.

Ian’s hand moves to cradle Mickey’s head, “It’s ten in the morning,” he chuckles, rubbing his hand through his hair like muscle memory.

“Jesus,” Mickey digs his head further into Ian’s chest, his fingers drawing delicate circles through his thick tufts of chest hair, “how long you been up?”

“Just a half hour or so,” Ian lies. “Can I ask you something?” he pulls back. Mickey nods and murmurs, sluggishly pulling back to face Ian.

Ian hesitates, “Kinda cliché…” he caresses Mickey’s chin, “Maybe a little late considering, but…..” he flips onto his back, “You wanna be my valentine?”

Mickey’s eyes immediately roll to the back of his head with a grin plastered on his face, “Jesus christ,” his eyes lock with Ian’s, “We still doing this? Kinda just assumed married means that shit is automatic, right?” Ian shrugs. “Also considering we’re not teenage girls…”

Ian nudges him playfully, “Doesn’t hurt to ask,” he shrugs, “So that’s a yes or…?”

“You fucking softie, Jesus christ, yes sure.”

“‘Yes, sure’ what?” Ian questions, moving closer, bringing their mouths inches apart.

“You gonna make me say it, asshole?”

Ian wears a smug grin and nods.

“Yes, I’ll be your fuckin…valentine,” Mickey mutters, fighting to smile threatening to take over.

Ian sighs, faking relief, “That’s good to hear.” He rolls out of bed, sticking his hand out for Mickey. Mickey takes it, his hand completely enveloped by Ian’s as he leads them out of the room. He groans as he steps on every creaky floorboard along the way. Ian drags him down the stairs, Mickey slightly stumbling through periodic yawns and groans as he fully wakes up.

“Otherwise this could have been pretty awkward,” Ian beams, stepping into the kitchen to reveal a stack of heart-shaped chocolate chip banana pancakes and the scent of bacon and freshly-brewed coffee drifting through the air. There is a bouquet of fresh flowers included in the display on the table, blue lilies and baby’s breath gathered neatly in a coffee mug.

“Couldn’t find a vase,” Ian touches the flowers with a shrug and pops a piece of bacon into his mouth. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he gestures to the table, his eyes warm and inviting as he pulls a chair out and plops down in the one next to it.

Mickey rubs his hands down his face, revealing a toothy grin with flushed cheeks and crinkles gathered by his eyes. Ian’s chest tightens as Mickey makes his way over to the table, captivated by his husband’s radiance. “You got me flowers?” Mickey questions, settling in the seat next to Ian and flicking the bouquet.

“That’s what normal couples do on Valentine’s Day,” Ian sets down two fresh cups of coffee, steam billowing from the mug, “As way a to say ‘I love you.” He sips his coffee, his eyes peeking over the rim of the mug, “And well, I love you.”

Mickey cuts his eyes over as he shovels in a mouthful of pancakes. He cradles Ian’s hands in his own, fiddling with his ring— a warmth accompanying the coolness of the metal. “I can tell,” he smirks, nodding towards the spread on the table, “I love you, too.”

Ian moves to stand behind Mickey’s chair, his hands slowly traveling down his bare chest and placing periodic kisses on the top of his head. “Are we a normal couple now?” Mickey questions, tilting his head up to meet Ian’s eyes, “I mean, are we valentine’s people now? Are we that gay?”

Ian leans down, pressing their lips together softly at first, then melting further into him.

“I don’t know,” Ian whispers close to Mickey’s mouth, their lips barely touching, “That was pretty gay.”

“Shit, you’re right,” Mickey, still seated, wraps his hands around Ian’s neck as his head tilts further and further back, “It’s a real fuckin’ shame.”

Ian quickly grabs the bottom of the chair, yanking it around to face him, “I think we can go gayer though,” he straddles Mickey in the chair, his hands clutching Mickey’s jawline as he dissolves further into his touch.

“Damn, Gallagher,” Mickey huffs between kisses.

Ian pulls back, wearing a shit-eating grin, “Told ya.” Mickey’s hands roam around Ian’s back, grabbing and clawing desperately as Ian devours his deck and collarbone, one hand tugging at his boxers and the other bracing them against the kitchen table.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Today I will be kind to myself

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[arsenicflame]

stede is 'oh this place has something related to my interest i must go in immediately' autistic and izzy is 'if we deviate one inch from my plan for today i will murder someone' autistic

[dawnthefluffyduck]

New game interest unlocked

(crow in bottom right belongs to @patchwork-crow-writes)

[kavehayati]

I am actually so sick of my tl on twt being flooded by complaints like be so freaking for real if you hate the game just leave stop playing it I promise it’s okay

[kitteqq]

flashing colors & loud audio warning

remixed a dust dust curse animation meme on scratch ^_^ this is just so. billy core to me. hes miserable horray

code: YEET_THE_TIGER (scratch) art: kitteqq

[watery-melon-baller]

im never quite good at dealing with people venting to me because my automatic response is to offer them a solution, and i get frustrated if they continue to vent without taking the solution, especially if it's a simple solution. i am aware that everyone has issues and that things are difficult but sometimes i see my friends and i just get so. envious and annoyed because they can just sit there and whine without even doing anything. which is a cruel thing to think because they do have legitimate issues but every time they're talking im just always thinking in the back of my head just do the fucking thing. Just do it. It doesn't Matter if X and Y are affecting you just fucking do it you have to do it you can't just sit on your ass and not do it. and i don't want to say that to my friends because it is mean and not nice and they have real legitimate issues and i completely understand where they're coming from and why they're struggling but my internal dialogue is a constant manta of "didnt ask didn't care stop being a little bitch and get over yourself and do it" because that's what i have to tell myself to get anything done

[cavity-collector]

i genuinely need to be put down like a dog i cant do this anymore man holy shit

[todayisafridaynight]

That prev anon was right about calling you mine people always talk about how Mine is so horny for daigo when in reality he probably shuts down at the thought of holding daigos hand it’s too much for him!

Hes so real for that tbh like i get it ……. I really do …….

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed

[coridallasmultipass]

It took me, ugh, MONTHS (2), to get to cleaning the two shrimp tanks I have... I had IRL issues going on that would have made it extremely difficult to do a water change especially while injured, and I just had to keep putting it off. It's just shrimp, so it wasn't like, the worst situation, especially since I have established plants and the tanks are a couple years old. There was just a lot of algae build-up on the glass, and, well... Let me just say it was not contributing to my mental health and well-being while the tanks were in that state.

I tested the water before I started cleaning and the parameters were fine (like, I could have left the tanks even longer if I would be okay with selling my soul to the Algae Collective), and the plants and shrimp look fine, too (I mean, I've obviously been keeping an eye on the tanks bc I sit right next to them). Actually, I'd wager to say that the plants are looking really great (the lilies haven't died off [yet? This is the longest period of time I've seen them stay... foliage... fol... foliated? Idk.] and the cryptocoryne in the 10gal is fucking huge and needs to be rearranged, just not right now). That fucking algae was a motherfucker to get off the 10gal (it's a plastic tank and I think that makes the algae grip harder than the glass 5gal).

[Also, fyi, depending on the tank's needs and stability, recommended water changes are a small one every week or every other week. My parameters don't seem to do anything dramatic, so I usually aim for a 20-30% water change every third week (just depends on how much vacuuming needs to be done and how cooperative the shrimp are with moving aside). So 2 months is still a lot. I still did the normal 30% ish amount, since doing more will risk the shrimp's well-being if there's a sudden change in everything, and my water parameters indicated a change was unnecessary - but I don't test for more than the minimum freshwater tests, so there could be a buildup of some mineral I'm not testing for, which is why the change IS actually necessary regardless of what my test kit says - because these tanks were evaporating a lot in summer, it condenses the minerals added with each water addition, even tho I usually top up with R.O. water.]

My back is fucking killing me lol. It has been killing me since spring when it 'went out' for the first time, and I'm not getting any relief, it sucks. But this had to be done.

The 5gal is looking pretty cloudy still, since the filter was super gunked up and I accidentally spilled gunk back in, so I may need to retest the 5gal parameters tomorrow just to make sure I don't have to do another water change, but it'll probably be fine, right? Shrimp love mulm and detritus. I did give both tanks a big ole algae tab for their trouble, tho. (I need a fuckening dish for the big tank. I really wanna clean off that white quartz rock again, but being white means it's an algae magnet, and it's just gonna go green again after a month or two.)

Anyway, shrimp tax:

I lov thees widdle oange bebies.

Wish I could take better pictures rn, but I am. Like. Dying. My recommendation: never live in an A-frame style room if you have the option. The wall above my tanks is slanted, and NOT fun for my back to bend underneath the wall for maintenance. (My only flat wall in the room is for my TV/PC.) Also, treat your back nicely, in general. I unfortunately have not had the option to treat my back nicely since spring (fall now), because 'when it rains it pours,' and heavy shit that needs to be moved will not move itself. Once I get a few more things in my room in order, I will hopefully be done with the IRL chaos, bc I have Halloween socks to knit, and I'm not putting that off for another year. (I'm still mad that I couldn't make the ones I planned last year. And I found more Halloween yarn I forgot I bought, so I'm gonna try to make multiple socks.) And I just really need to fucking chill and knit and stop having panic attacks and meltdowns.

[arionaleilani]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!