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#iâm bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters thatâs actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring letâs think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk iâm not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad thatâs a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isnât all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw thereâs probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i donât#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like iâm actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much itâs crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books theyâre all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry thatâs made everything a bit messy. i shouldâve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think youâre being annoying i literally donât care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now itâs just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i donât really have any thoughts to put here idk if weâre halfway ermmmm omg itâs#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. itâs wild how itâs basically almost christmas. like#what. thatâs illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesnât crash or#smth cause iâve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but iâve saved it and holy jesus itâs a lot of text im just sat here giggling thereâs really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldnât that be crazy) so wait thereâs 140#haracters and 30 tags so whatâs 30 x 140. someone hurry. i havenât done maths lessons in two and a half years iâve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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i feel like a part of my soul has been ripped from my chest and i dont know why.
#is this a bad time to mention i dont even believe in souls?#i really dk why.#no this isnt abt jiro somehow apparently having a loving family#(ok like. at least 1/4 of it is BUT STILL. NOT THE POINT)#(part of me feels awkward abt it bc just. huh? youre telling me. this guy. that i basically am the irl version of. has a loving family???)#(/j and all but just. idk part of me feels awkward now? it just. a guy who blew himself up for most of the same ideals i have)#(gets to have the one thing i yearn so very hard for. everyday of my life. but can never have.)#(ill get over this in like. 2 hours. hopefully. most of thats just shock anyways.)#just. for the past some days. besides a couple things and people. hurt and love havent really. made me feel much of anything#like being cared for by actual ppl even online. yeah. it still does but#even my fantasies donât entertain me anymore#oh god am i becoming lopt. save me fuck#UNLESS this means i get mason as my bf. then hell fucking yeah (kidding kidding kIDDINGG i dont wanna be lopt. please.)#but srsly. usually i can envoke some sorta reaction from myself if its brutal enough#but. nothing.#id assume that im over doing it usually. but i havent in a good while#maybe this is some what where my art/writers block is coming from#whatever this hell is.#time to go on a spiral of mildly depressing and somewhat cryptic posts (cryptic if i didnt info dump in the tags that is)#why is it so hard to confront issues when you dont even know what the issue is?#i just. wanna be able to make myself feel something.#not in a âi have no one but myselfâ way for once. just. i dont wanna have to rely on others for my emotions#i want to feel a pang of hurt. yet it feels so empty. i dont want to harm myself. i just want to feel it.#anyways ig.#ig im gonna just sleep#which tbh im growing to hate bc like. i feel all i do is sleep. i sleep to avoid how much my own body hurts. i sleep to ignore my issues#i sleep to ignore the fact i keep forgetting to respond to people even though ik i have to at some point. i sleep to avoid the dread of not#getting anything done. i sleep just because im bored.#and im tired of sleeping.#but. it feels worse awake. my body hurts. my mind hurts. it all just hurts.
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make it make sense that I enjoy doing my job (especially the tedious parts) when I am off the clock, but as soon as I am supposed to be working I'd rather be doing LITERALLY anything else????
#like im having so much fun prepping all my TEAMS posts for Monday and doing SLEUTHING to figure out who owns this one meeting rn#but come Monday im gonna whine and groan and try my best to avoid my job as much as is reasonable. like??#and this happens often. I love doing remedial tasks at 2am. plugging shit into the glossaries that I dont care about woooooo hell yeah.#doing a quick audit on Tuesday at 10pm? yes. easy. takes 30 mins at MOST.#but like. ask me to update glossaries or make posts on TEAMS or do adults between 7am and 4:30 pm??? ABSOLUTELY NOT I will drag my FEET#If I really wanna psychoanalyze myself... I think that what's happening is that my work isnt interesting to me and I find it too easy#and really boring. and if im bored and dont care. it HURTS its SO HARD its PAINFUL to drag my brain through the mud to do it#and so I thus hate my job. BUT. the exact work I do for my job is what I ENJOY doing in my real life. I love organizing and scheduling#and prepping and alll that shit. like I work as an admin assistant at my job but like. I LOVE BEING AN ADMINISTRATOR FOR MY REAL LIFE!!#so when im off the clock and im in *sort my life out and prep for the future* mode of COURSE work is fun!! thats how I get my dopamine!!!#but I dont wanna be doing that ALL THE TIME cause like. tbh its kinda a stress response. so like. I want to do work that fills other needs.#I wanna do work that makes me hyperfixate and get super curious and challenges me and makes me think analytically and learn a ton#but my job doesnt do that. and my brain thus sorts the work I get paid to do as work that I do on my own time#thus I am really productive when im off the clock and dont do SHIT during the times I put down on my timesheet that I am working#shit still gets done but like.... at what cost?.#googoogajoob
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Words can't describe how difficult it is to hold back from oretending to get all shy and ask "what are we" to my straight cis male friend who is now my manager at work while his gf is literally working at the register next to me. Like every single time he comes and gives me change for my drawer and he hands me the envelope I wanna be like "bro Matt what are we đłđŤŁ"
#and i know the gf too we are all good friends and i dont think shed care#hes straight and i dont really like dudes that much#hes staright and my taste in men is the garroth romeave ive created in my head with a dad bod#which matt is about 5'1 and built like a fire hydrant#so not really my type#and mack (his gf) knows this#but it still feels rude so i usually just get really aggro w him out of nowhere and thats the bit i do#i have to do bits at work bc i am the mandatory morale booster#im essentially a jester im hardly joking#but also if i dont i am so bored it hurts me#so#little bit of pot (literally so small) and being really mean to matt (i have prior consent) makes work go by better#14 an hour sucks but honestly i dont work that hard at all and I like most of my coworkers and work is a 2-4 minute walk#abd i get 5% off all groceries and 10% off the store brand which is actually pretty good food#so its alright#i stand at my register and i draw and i chat up old folks and i clean my register
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...... If I went on a hiatus for who knows how long again would y'all hate me....... đđ
#i just spent like an hour writing and rewriting a post trying to explain myself amd its just so hard to put into words#im bored here but not in a ew not enough content for the dopamine hit shit#in like a every time i scroll through I dont smile I dont see anything that makes me happy at all i dont get a laugh or anything#its just mindless brain rotting scrolling nothing wasting my time hoping maybe ill see a new artist to follow or something#and every time its nothing#so much nothing taking up so much of my time and space in my life and i already dont have a lot of time to begin with#ive made some awesome friends here ive had lovers from here ive had people who are no longer on this earth from here who ill never forget#i dont think ive really enjoyed anything on here in 7 years#ive left before for a really long time i think like a year or more or something#and i wont be totally unreachable of people message me ill respond but im so sick of this stupid app taking up my life#and all i ever get out of it is getting mad or getting depressed over shit that really is t worth my mental state over#all i ever feel on here is that the world fuckin sucks and theres not even anything here to make hanging around worth it#im not new to this site making me suicidal for an abundance of reasons and im luckily in a spot where i wont actually hurt myself#its just ideation and intrusive thoughts but its a pattern i cant keep ignoring#also im old tumblr im old tumblr and i think i will always be old tumblr im just not catching on to new shit anymore#the fact im even saying anything about a hiatus should show how pld tumblr i am no one does this anymore lol#i just don't want to be here anymore i dont really want to be anywhere online anymore tbh#its always something and i cant mentally keep up with it anymore i have too much going on in my life#my wife is having cancer removed on Tuesday im a lead teacher who has to take care of i think 8 babies now#i have problems i have actual problems that need me and need me to be as there as i can be#i cant be spiraling over stuff online on top of real world problems im in no position to do anything about on top of personal life problems#that are drastically affecting my life at home and hurting my family and loved ones#i have a mass in my thyroid which is so big i choke to the point i stop breathing if I dont have my meds i throw up all day#i have to see a neurologist because at best i have a pinched nerve at worst im having seizures and i might have to move states again#i dont have it in me to come on here and see stuff that makes me upset for the chance i might see something i like#and i can unfollow people and whatever but I dont have the energy or time to sift through people i follow on here#if you want to talk in dms or asks or you want to send me posts pls by all means continue to do so thats fine#but i think i need to take the app out of my line of sight again for a bit and just be in the moment again same with twitter#anyways i love yall i promise i am safe and not in harms way im just stressed af and i have got to start cutting things out that#arent doing anything other then making me miserable
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Poorlittlekoiâs statement
Disclaimer. I, the poster, am not Koi
I am someone putting her thoughts and response to her situation into the public as I was encouraged to do so. I feel it is also necessary to bring this up as well.
I do not want to be affiliated with controversy any further.
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âthis whole situation has messed with my head to the point where i cant even send a text to most people without worrying they are gonna leak it or use it against me in the future,, svlvnsore was just bored and found me really annoying shown in screenshot oneâŚ. not only that they also called me out for heavily referencing or tracing when they reposted an artpiece thats doing the same thing. Svlvn said they are on my ass because i didnt credit who i referenced, when the person they reposted didnt do the same either proof in screenshot two three and four. Another thing i caught on to is that they SPECIFICALLY said they didnt care that i self harmed or did horrible things to myself when they posted about me. i have anxiety, i overthink! of course im going to do bad things to myself, im mentally unwell. proof in screenshot 5⌠and for screenshot 6, this is only an assumption, but saying that svlvn "didnt know" is something that really throws me off. when someone makes a callout post on someone else, there will OBVIOUSLY be harassment. thats just my thought, i feel like they knew what they were doing since him and his bf arent very good people either. especially holding onto old dms and gathering them up to use it against me, when they could have handled the situation privately with me, rather than hide it behind my back.
all of this could have been prevented if they handled it differently, and that goes for me as well.
im fully aware im in the wrong, but these people are wrong in some places too. and i want people to realize that.
many artists in tcc trace, reference, all the time. i dont understand why im slandered for heavily referencing something, not tracing. theres proof of an artist doing this FROM THE ORIGINAL ARTIST BTW in my dms right now but i dont get them involved
am i handling this situation immaturely? maybe, but arent they doing the same by harassing me? absolutely.
when it comes to someone being racist/homophobic, people feel the need to harass this person to make them feel worse about what they did. this isnt how you handle a situation. harassing someone to the point they attempt suicide is just as bad as what i did, possibly even worse.
now i have recover slowly until i have the chance to even feel comfortable with myself again. i understand what i said and did was wrong, and im sitting here attempting to change and apologize to the people ive offended and hurt, but throwing that apology under the rug and making it seem like im guilt tripping is ridiculous.
so they cant say i didnt try to apologize, but nobody is guaranteed to accept my apology and thats okay. but putting it out there as if im guilt tripping when im giving reasons why i said it is not even giving me a chance to change
when it comes to growing up with a HUGE racist family, these words and beliefs become apart of my vocabulary and thoughts. its very hard to change that especially when i was always told "its just a word" and i hear it daily! growing up with these slurs has become so normal for me to say it just slips out with no worry, but ofc im seen as guilt tripping when i say this.
its different for each person, i saw a comment saying they grew up in a southern family and they dont say it, but thats them, not me.
people at school and during family events would peer pressure me into saying this slurs multiple times because they found it "funny." i slowly believed that as well.
i was a young teen being taught the wrong things, and seeing other people in tcc say it made me feel like i should say it as well to fit in and be edgy, since thats what the community is like
this situation is another lesson for me to learn, but other people in it need to learn that harassing someone isnt okay, either. especially when im trying to change, it doesnt make it any easier.â
#tccblr#tcc tumblr#tcc columbine#tcc fandom#teeceecee#zero day#eric and dylan#true cringe community#calvin gabriel#caldre#andre kriegman#cal gabriel#zero day movie#elephant 2003#alex frost#zero day 2003
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thinking about how red guy canonically has nightmares. and in the qna where this was confirmed he says he âwakes up from the boredomâ but we all know that shit isnt true. in that same qna he says his favorite color is medium brown and tbh i just think he was bullshitting the whole time. i donât believe a single word that man says. he described the nightmare so vividly, it seemed to really bother him and then he was all like âbut i wake up cuz im bored lolâ NO YOU FUCKING DONT. this really hurts me too because if i remember correctly his nightmares take place in the woods, and hes scared of owls. night time must be so fuckin hard for this guy. he must be terrified or at the very least alone with his depressing thoughts. but if the other two ask hes just âboredâ. and even if on other two did comfort him, even if he let himself confide in them and admit he was scared, itd still be forgotten anyway. itll just happen again tomorrow. he must be so lonely in his room, even though he shares it.
anyway fluffybird artists you should draw red guy crying and sobbing and shitting himself at 2am because an owl is being loud in their backyard. yellow guy sleeps like hes dead, so the scream only wakes up duck, whos organs are promptly crushed by a guy twice his size squeezing him like a stress ball. Hes a bit upset about it but its not like he can move, and as long as it gets red guy to shut up and stop yowling like a hurt coyote so he can go back to sleep he really doesnt care
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whew im finally done with my PL oc/custom eris i suppose. (well i wanted to draw him more but im bored) embarrassingly long post ahead so brace yourself
collection of his fits: (fun fact, all of them have a reference to milo somewhere like hearts, the cross earring M milo has, or just the letter M... also shaped like a heart)
he puts the war in wardrobe. (i couldnt stop myself from giving him multiple outfits since taking care of his looks is a pretty significant part of his character)
ok yapping time (even this is actually very condensed from what ive written):
- his favorite manipulation tactics involve shaming and guilt tripping. hes really subtle about them. also playing innocent
- he grew up with an alcoholic physically abusive father and was taught to play up his cuteness so his father would have a harder time lashing out at him and pity him, which is why he takes a lot of care of his appearance and looks. he weaponizes them and uses them as a defense mechanism too
- overconfident hedonist who fucks around and finds out lol. good at adapting to match other peoples energy and needs
- naturally book smart but not street smart. hes very well known in college for his consistently good grades. he uses his helplessness in daily situations to play the damsel in distress role (trust this guy to weaponize even his weakness)
- out of all the milos hes most similar to M milo (but hes actually introverted). his favorite milo would be pre though (he likes how miserable he looks and finds it endearing. also he likes cute things and bunnies and pre milo is the cutest to him... and the bunny one)
- if i had to liken him to any pre existing characters, the closest would be chae yul from secret alliance
- he doesnt care about 99% of things in life so its hard to see him stressed out. the only thing he cares about is milo. he thinks manipulating milo is okay because in the end milo will love him and be happy to be with him, and he will be happy to be with milo too, so its a win-win (dont mind the ethics of this logic)
- uses milo like a servant or a guard dog (v milo rejoice, youre perfect). hes really lazy and clumsy, bad at household chores. hes actually very protective of milo though. he may be bossy and manipulative towards him but if someone else hurts milo he will immediately take matters into his own hands. hes squeamish and weak to blood and gore (which would suck when hes with v milo) but he would definitely start maiming anyone who hurts milo (aside from himself lol)
- his best subject was math. his worst subject was history. his hobbies are mostly solitary activities like gaming, drawing, taking walks, and dancing
extras: he heard milo likes bunnies
and... while drawing all those colorful outfits i could only think of one thing...
(this would actually never happen because he would never apologize)
oh and i almost forgot to include these
ok last fun fact: his favorite endings would definitely be the killer (v) and arsonist (m) endings (very funny how in both of these he transforms milo into a national menace) but his least favorites would be kidnapped/taken (v) and walls (m). he would especially hate the walls one. milo get out!!!! he wants to see you!!!!!!!!
#perfect love vn#perfect love fanart#pre milo#perfect love oc#perfectlovevn#if hes yandere and milos yandere whos driving the car#he would be so jealous over M milo because that ones more sociable#aka has more friends!!! gives other people attention!!! probably even has admirers!!!#(not for long though)#pl emir#emirmilo
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Misunderstanding
Tommy x Evan âBuckâ
A/n: i write a lot of Tommy and Buck. Imma write something different. Eventually.
Summary: Its Bucks off day and he decided he was going to bake some cookies and bring them to Tommy at work. When he arrives he spots Tommy talking to someone hes never seen before. Hes about to walk over to his boyfriend when the man kisses Tommy. Buck stops and turns around walking away before seeing or hearing Tommys reaction.
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~Bucks POV~
I feel Tommys lips on mine as he gives me a goodbye kiss. âSee you later.â He whispers. I hear the bedroom door click shut and drift back into sleeping.
When i woke up i made me some oatmeal and watched an episode of The Bachelor. When i was done i was bored. Eddie went down to Texas to vist with Christopher. Iâm glad the two are making mends, i know it hurt Eddie when Chris left to live with his grandparents in Texas.
Maddie and Chim are taking a short trip to Long Beach. And Hen and Karin are dealing with the foster people to get Nia. So im out of options when it comes to hanging out with someone.
I decided im going to bake some cookies for Tommy and his station, so i get to work. Iâm going to make a variety and an allergy free batch.
Once i finished i put the cookies in some boxes and loaded them into my jeep. I didnt text Tommy that i was coming because i want it to be a surprise.
When i arrived i parked my jeep and grabbed the boxes of cookies with a big smile on my face. I walked into the station and scanned the area looking for Tommy.
âLooking for Tommy?â Someone asks. âYes.â I answer. Everyone here knows who i am. âHes upstairs in the kitchen.â The person says. âThanks.â I smile and make my way up the stairs.
When i get to the top i turn the corner and see Tommy talking to someone iâve never seen before. Hes tall and skinny but well built, he has short curly blonde hair. I cant tell what color his eyes are but the way he is looking at Tommy is making me uneasy and hes standing really close to Tommy. Tommy is leaning against the counter just keeping conversation.
I was about to say his name when the guy leans forwards giving Tommy a kiss. That was all i needed to see even though thats not what i wanted to see. My heart instantly sank and i turned away and got out of there as fast as i could.
I threw the boxes of cookies in the trunk not caring if they spilled out and drove out of there as fast as I could.
I drove to my apartment because i obviously didnt want to go back to Tommys bouse where iâve been staying at most of the time anyways.
When i walked in it was kind of cold but it didnât bother me because i was flamming with anger. I cant believe Tommy kissed another guy. I tried not to cry but it was too hard to hold back. I really thought he was the one, that he wouldnt cheat on me. I guess i was wrong.
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~Tommys POV~
Everything was going fine at work, had a few easy calls. We got a new person his name is Kaleb Green, great young kid. Hes been doing really good.
We were in the kitchen just talking about why we wanted to become a firefighter and the craziest calls we have ever been on.
âSo is your locker the one with the gay pride flag on it?â He asks me. âYes?â I answer carefully. I dont think this kid is a homophobe or anything but im alway cautious when it comes to telling people. I have no shame in being a gay man but having such a masculine job some people may see me differently.
âThats so cool. Another gay firefighter. Iâve never met another one. I dont feel so alone now.â He says. âOh, well actuallyâŚâ i was going to tell him about Evan but before i could finish my sentence he leaned forward and kissed me. I definitely was not expecting that.
âDude! What the hell?!â I shout shoving him off of me. âSorry. Too far?â He stupidly asks. âYes way too far! Plus i have a boyfriend. He happens to be a firefighter too.â I snap. âPlease dont report me. I really like it hereâ he begs. âToo late.â I tell him walking out of the kitchen.
I walk downstairs to report him when i see a familiar grey jeep leaving the parking lot pretty fast. I hope that wasnt Evan.
âHey Kinard, what did Evan bring you?â Steven asks from a far. âShitâ i say under my breath that was Evan and he probably saw what happened in the kitchen because i never saw him.
I was about to ask if i could handle this when a call came through. I had to push down my anger and my worries about what just happened and focus on the call. God i hope its a simple call so it goes by fast.
It was not. It was a warehouse fire and the warehouse contained toxic chemicals so everything we did had to be done carefully and correctly. It took the rest of the shift.
We finally got back to the station at 11pm. I grabbed my bag and headed straight for my truck. âHey Kinard.â I hear Kaleb call out behind me. âDont talk to me. You most likely just ended my relationship with Evan and he was the best thing thats ever came into my life.â I snap at him. Which I probably said too much, based off his facial expressions, but i need to talk to Evan tell him what happened and pray that he believes me. âLet me talk to him, then iâll ask for a new placement.â Kaleb says, âlet me fix this.â He adds. âNo you are not talking to him and yes find a new placement. Its not going to work for you here.â I tell him throwing my bag in the truck and drove home.
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When i arrive home i dont see Evans jeep which means hes not here. I dont know why i thought he would be at my house after all. I mean yeah hes been staying here most of his time anyways but this would be the last place he would come after seeing another guy kiss me.
I try calling him and texting him but hes not answering, rightfully so. I drive over to his apartment next. I see his jeep parked in its usual spot so i know hes here.
I knock on his door immediately when i arrive. No response. âEvan its me. Please can we talk?â I ask through the door loud enough he should be able to here me. After a few more moments of knocking and asking nicely I threaten to do a welfare check and kick down his door.
I then heard the sound of locks unlocking and the door opened to a cold apartment and a tall Evan with a tear stained face and a angry blank expression.
âEvan please listen, i didnt kiss him. He kissed me.âi say, this is a lot more nerve racking than i thought. Its so hard not to stutter and to hse the right wording. âI saw you Tommy.â Evans voice cracks, he walks to the other end of the table while im at the other. Hes so close but het so far.
âEvan i would never cheat on you. Please believe me. We were talking and he asked if my locker was the one with the gay pride flag. Next thing i felt his lips on mine and i pushed him away. I swear.â I tell him the whole story but i cant tell if he believes me or not.
How do you convince your partner that you arenât cheating on them when they saw another guy kiss you? I feel like im losing him and i really dont want to.
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~Bucks POV~
I listen to what Tommy is telling me and my brain is telling me not to believe him but my heart is telling me that hes telling the truth. Because Tommy is the first person to ever so me the type of personal affection, how it feels to be loved. Even though we havenât said it yet we can feel it when we cuddle, when we get intimate, and when we say the same thing at the same time.
But in this case what do i go with my brain or my heart? Part of me wants to just believe him and go back to how things were but the other half wants to kick him out of my apartment and never talk to him again.
âEvan everyone in this situation had a misunderstanding.â Tommy says. âHow am I misunderstanding this Tommy?â I ask in anger. âOkay, okah, im sorry. Wrong words here. Kaleb had a misunderstanding with what i said and he didnt let me finish talking before he kissed me. I was literally about to tell him about you when he kissed me.â Tommy explains.
âThats what they all say.â I mumble under my breath. âSay what?â Tommy asks. âThat the other person kissed them.â I answer. âEvanâŚ.â Tommy says, he can tell hes losing me.
It was quiet for a few moments as each of us trys to think of something. âIâll come get my stuff tomorrow.â I say finally breaking the silence. âW-w-w-what?â Tommy stutters. âI said iâll come get my stuff from your house tomorrow. While your at work so we dont see each other.â I repeat. Evans face goes into panic mode as he runs a frantic hand through his rough hair.
âEvan please. Im telling the truth. Listen Kaleb said he will talk to you. Heâll tell you everything i just said is true.â Tommy says all in one breath trying to convince me. âPlease leave Tommy.â I ask. Iâve been hurt by too many people that are supposed to love me to try again and risk getting hurt again and again and again.
âEvan, baby please.â Tommy begs. âStop. Get out Tommy. Get out before i call the police.â I command. Tommy rubs his chin with his hand as he turns to the door. He looks back at me one more time before he forces himself out the door.
Now im all alone, again. I should just stay single the rest of my life clearly everyone is going to hurt me when i get close to them.
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The next day i wait intil i know Tommy is going to be at work so i can go get my clothes from over there.
When i arrive i dont see his truck which means he went to work today. I walk up to the door and i go to type in the code to unlock the door when the door opens. I look up and see the guy from yesterday. Kaleb.
I wanted to punch the guy so bad. He messed up the one good thing i had in my life. âEvan, right?â He asks. âSo youâre Tommys new side piece huh?â I snarl. âPlease let me explain myself. I never ment for any of this to happen. Can we just talk?â He asks stepping aside for me to come in. I roll my eyes and walk into the house.
I took a seat at the island in the kitchen as I listened to Kaleb talk. He basically said that it was his fault that he made the move and he ruined his chance at the firehouse. He said that heâs been transferred to a new one.
âSo do you believe Tommy now? That he wouldnât cheat on you?â Kaleb asks. âHe was going to come tell you instantly but we got a call. You know how it is.â âYeah.â Is all i say. âWell i have to get going. I really hope you can forgive Tommy. He really loves you.â Kaleb says as he lets himself out.
I sat at the kitchen island with my head in my hands thinking about what to do when i saw Tommy standing in the entrance of the kitchen leaning against the wall frame.
His body language was soft and his face was filled with regret. Hearing both sides of the story and that basically Tommy was telling the truth made it a little easier to go with my heart. But still knowing another guy kissed him hurts a little.
ââ
~Tomms POV~
I stood there and watched Evan as he proceeded what Kaleb told him. I canât believe i caved and let Kaleb talk to Evan but its the only thing I could think of that could save mine and Evans relationship.
âSo its true.â Evan finally says. âYes.â I say. âA lot of people hurt me in the last Tommy.â He says. âI know. I never wanted to be one of them.â I try to control my voice to keep it steady.
âI know.â Evan says, âit still hurts that another guy kissed you.â He says. âIt wont happen again. I swear to you Evan.â I promise him. âI know.â He says, a small smile spread across my face.
I walk towards him keeping an eye on his body language. âSo do you forgive me?â I ask when im standing in front of him. I feel like im shaking as i wait for an answer. âYes.â Evan tilts his head up and makes eye contact with me.
A smile spread my face as i lifted his chin up with my finger and connected my lips to his. God it felt so good to feel his lips against mine again. âWhat were you bringing me yesterday?â I ask out of curiosity. âCookies. They are spilled in the back of my jeep.â He answers. âYou taste better than cookies.â I say shrugging my shoulders. He smiles at that.
âI missed you so much.â I say against his lips resting my forehead against his. âI missed you too.â He says. I cradle the back of his head with my hand as i take his mouth back into mine.
I have him back and im never letting him go again.
ââ-
A/n: I hope you enjoyed the story!
#911#911 fandom#911 cast#911 fox#911 fanfic#buck x tommy#evan buckley#oliver stark#tommy kinard#lou ferrigno jr#tommy x buck#tevan fic#tevan fanfiction#tevan#911 show#911 abc#911 fic
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hiiiiiiiii honey <3 could we get a blurb about bug telling steve about jonathanâs outburst towards her after he took the pictures of nancy and steveâs reaction to learning about it???? it would be so so appreciated by me <3 youâre the best ever <3 MWAH
(i am being held against my will to write this jonathan sweetie im so sorry) (i love u val) (u are evil)
i know this isnt necessarily what u MEANT but ,,, ive been dying to expand upon bugs kindness and how it may seem annoying and pathetic, but its hers ! its her kindness !!!
enjoy <3
"no way you guys havent wanted to strangle each other at least once." steve remarks one day as he watches you and jonathan work side by side at the cash register.
jonathan had been bored today and decided to join you and steve at work, something that you're very happy about, honestly.
"oh, ive definitely wanted to strangle jonathan," you say, writing down a new shipment receipt while the boy next to you doodles.
steve rolls his eyes. "old married couple squabbling doesnt count. im talking, like, full on betrayal and hurt here. you guys are always so... you, and it has to be an act."
jonathan snorts. "shouldve seen the fights we had last year. surprised y/n didnt kill me with her bare hands."
"i dont believe you."
"no, hes right." you look up at steve. "he threw a jacket at my face last year and then told me we werent family the night he took those pictures of nancy. then cried in my arms like a day later."
steve stares at you, shocked.
"i also then slept in nancys bed and lied about it. and tried leaving you behind a few times."
"that you did," you flick jonathans ear, causing him to wince in pain. "you deserved that."
"i did."
during this entire exchange, steve hasnt said a single word. hes still stunned, baffled by the fact that jonathan could be so cruel to someone so wonderful.
"wait a second," he looks between you and jonathan. "and youre still friends?"
"yeah." you both say at the same time.
steve cant fucking believe it. you do anything and everything for jonathan, that much is obvious, and sure. steve has seen jonathan do small acts of kindness towards you, devote the same back, but to throw a jacket at you and belittle you? and now here he is, joking about it alongside you. as if it was all okay in the end.
"youre too nice sometimes, y/n." the words leave steves lips before he can stop them. once he realizes what hes said, he looks up at jonathan and panics. "sorry, man. im sure you guys talked it out and... yeah."
jonathan shrugs. "no, youre right. she is and i was dick."
"im right here, you know."
steve winces. "sorry."
"its fine, honestly." you go back to scribbling shipment orders. "i am indeed too nice, but i dont ever really see the point in holding a grudge? i mean, jonathan apologized and i understood the stress he was under. sure, it didnt erase all the hurt he caused, but after almost dying immediately after being mad at him for not including me in something... i dont know. it felt silly to hold onto that anger after. childish, even."
jonathan and steve share a look, for once both seeming to think the same thing.
shes too good.
you hate that they do this. you hate that people view your kindness as a weakness. after the hell youve been through, long before monsters even came to hawkins, youve learned the hard way just how rare kindness is.
now you try to be kind to everything and everyone, no matter what it may cost you.
the kindness is yours, no one elses.
and if that makes you weak, then at least it made you better.
you tear two pieces paper from your notebook, scrunch them up into balls, and then throw them at steve and jonathan. "stop pitying me. im kind and i love that aspect of myself. i dont care if it makes me vulnerable or pathetic. its a piece of me, and i wouldnt change it. if you dont like it, then that belittles me even more than emotional outbursts ever could."
jonathan sighs. "youre right, bug. youre a very kind and lovely person and its what makes you a joy to be around, paper balls and all."
steve plays along. "definitely a better super power than spider-man, dare i say."
"okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves now," you giggle, appreciative of both the boys. they may not understand or like the way you view the world, but theyre at least trying.
its all you could ask for.
even if steve later on that day pulls you aside to whisper, "i think i can kick jonathans ass this time, if you ever need it."
and its enough.
#southelroy#ask#come home blurb#set in between seasons 1 and 2#m speaks#m's writing#bug lore#wdtai insight#bug is the quote#and so i try to be kind to everything i see#and in everything i see#i see him#thats bug#and its what makes her so beautiful
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A Musing Monday đ
Today i'm musing about connections and how they are often synonymous with our opportunities, our ability to survive, and our thoughts- therefor changing who we are and who will become. Also coin metaphors đŞ
Last Tuesday out of the blue one of my partners was laid off, he started a new job two days later because he knows people who work at a cabinet mill. đ
My family made the most healing ratatouille that we ate off of all weekend because someone I know from work had too many eggplants. đđ
We got our house thanks to the efforts of a friend with a real-estate license. I got the contact info for my current therapist from a girlfriend. I have a song stuck in my head from a child I work with and I pick up catchphrases from people on tv and I know how to do pushups for the 1st time in my life bc an online friend taught me how. đĽđŞ
Its fun and frightening to think about- that we are obelisks of pennies created from every person that gave us their two cents đŞđŞ
If every trait, thought, inclination, or idea of yours was a coin- which of your coins are old, passed down through the generations until they were shuffled into your hands? Which are invaluable? Like my dads tendency to accept things (like my gayness and transness and polyness) as long as no one is getting hurt, which I know he got from my grandfather â¤ď¸. Which coins are a burden you dont know how to get rid of? Like my mother's propensity to say "It could be worse, think of__ (children in Africa, Houseless folk, etc)" which has become my tendency to minimize my own experiences and neglect to give myself breaks đŤ . Which coins did you find on the sidewalk and which sit with you in your car? Which are made of metals you're allergic to? Which are tarnished and scratched but still good? Which coins of yours are most valuable to you? đ
There are so many times in my life where I felt like I couldn't get a leg up, and the only way I got through was stacking pennies, adding up my connections and the ghosts of connections past to try to escape the pit..
With that in mind I want to take a moment to shout out the change (đĽ) that others have gifted me with recently, cuz boy buddy have I needed to stack pennies lately, but have been so blessed to have so many new coins.
Thanks @sableglass, the fire you put into the world ignited action into me. I spent a year lamenting the loss of a job until your 'fuck it we ball' attitude inspired me to get resolved about that đ¤˝ââď¸. I got a job offer today. You helped me get here.
Thanks @the-golden-comet , you were one of the first writblr blogs I came across. You shaped my idea of tumblr to be something positive and uplifting during a very hard time for me đŤ. Your stories are so free and wild (đłđŚ) and wonderful that they changed my outlook on being a writer and that what im 'allowed' to put in a story is anything but a limiting factor. You taught me that the course of a day can be changed with a simple frog gif and that you dont necessarily need to know someone to know how much they care. đ¸đ
Thanks to @tragedycoded for DMLS and @words-after-midnight for Libaw. Yall write the mentalscape of various conditions so well that im taking better care of myself đ§ đż. I'm more proud of the work I've put into myself. And i'm becoming proud of the person I could have become but didn't.
Thank you to @lychhiker-writes for being my first homie on tumblr and for letting me vent my various frustrations into your dms đđ
, and for being a brave and honest alpha reader for 7C.
Thank you @wyked-ao3 and @cowboybrunch and @gioiaalbanoart for being such great cheerleaders for my writing đ�� seeing yall connect and feel your feelings in my comments gives me so much hope and happiness and I honesty dont thank yall enough. I finally finished ch8 (no, really, check the doc đ) and your encouragement helped me really embrace Seeker, who I used to think was too boring, and get that chapter finished đ.
There are so many others and I'm sorry for not naming them all đ but if I have read your work, thank you. If I follow you or you follow me, thank you. If we have ever bonked together in a discord chat like two wayward beyblades đ- *Thank You*
Today, I feel like I'm finally out of the pit, and it's thanks to the random 2 cents and spare change yall have gifted me. Your influence is priceless. đĽ°đ°
(Still no taglist for Monday posts yet, hmu if you'd like to be on it!)
#just fucking grateful today#i love yall#go hug someone or some shit#writers on tumblr#a musing mondays#writeblr#a musing#bonk me like a beyblade#coin collection#it's my wealth#here I've been thinking I'm only rich in bullshit#art changes the world#people make art#you do the math#many thanks#im finally getting doing better
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What is your deepest darkest sexual fantasy?
I've had this one for a really long time. Honestly starting probably way younger than is normal đ¤.
But to be captured in some way. That part doesn't matter so much. And taken to a dungeon of some sort. Waking up naked, chained to a table, arms above my head and my legs spread so far it hurts.
I'm gagged and its freezing, but I cant move. I can't even move my hips because I'm strapped down across my stomach as well. Im left there for a long time. But theres no windows or clocks so I cant tell if its an hour or a day.
Eventually I hear footsteps come up behind me. I can't move my head to see but before he comes into view he blind folds me. Not to conceal his identity he doesn't care if I see him. Im not ever going to leave anyway. But just to make me panic more.
He walks around the table, rubbing his hands all over me. Groping my tits, pinching my nipples, slapping my thighs. I hear wheels and rattling before ice water drips onto my already hard nipples. I whimper through the gag at the drops fall and then there is an ice cube being dragged across my tits and stomach.
He trails is down around my thighs, down my legs over my feet and back up. Running it around the outside of my pussy before letting it sit and melt on my stomach. The water running off onto the table under me.
He then grabs two more and holds them to my nipples. Unrelenting until they melt completely. The cold burns and then its numb. The water dripping down my tits, pooling between them and dripping down to my stomach as I breathe.
The last two he rubs on my pussy before pushing them inside. The cold burns the sensitive walls of my cunt as he pushes them deep and lets them melt. The water dripping out of me.
I hear him rummage around as things clank together before something else is being run over my body. I dont have time to think of what it is before he's slapping it roughly against my thigh. He slaps higher and higher until he slaps directly against my clit. Then dragging it up again the slap my tits and then my face.
I whine and whimper but the gag keeps me from making too much noise as he continues to slap over my tits and pussy harder and harder until he gets bored and moves on again.
By now my nipples are no longer numb, but are overly sensitive from the ice. He knows this as he drags a chain around them before tightly attaching clamps, hooking the chain somewhere above me, pulling my nipples, my tits stretched as far up as they can without my back able to arch, held to the table under me.
Tears fall down my cheeks, soaking the blindfold as i feel his breath on my neck before he whispers in my ear. "You're my slave now. You will do what I say, and take what I give you. I dont care if it hurts. In fact I hope it does. You are not here to receive pleasure. You are here so I can have fun with you. You will call me master and nothing else. And I will punish you if you misbehave". I feel his hand around my throat, squeezing as evidence that he means what he says.
I hear his footsteps again as he walks away. Leaving me there for another long period of time. When he eventually returns, my nipples are on fire. It feels like theyre being torn off. My legs burn from being spread so long. My jaw hurts from the gag forcing it open. Im already willing to let him fuck me just to be undone from my bonds.
Then something hard and thin wacks against my stretched tits. I try to scream as he canes them over and over, the chain on the clamps rattling as he does. I can only assume theyre black with bruising when he finally stops.
Im left like this for what I assume is about a week. He comes back periodically to whip, cane, or drip wax over me but leaves again soon after each time.
He never speaks, just abuses me and leaves.
Eventually, he comes back and I expect to be hit again only to have the clamps undone. The pain of my tits falling back to my body causes another muffled scream of pain, made louder as he gropes them roughly.
The blindfold is removed, and I see him. He's wearing a mask so his face is covered. But he's dressed nicely. Slacks and a button down. He doesn't look like the kind of man to do this.
He stands between my spread legs and kneels. I hear a dark laugh as he stands again. "Soaked" is all he says as he walks back toward my face. He slaps me roughly before grabbing a vibrator and coming back. He turns it on and runs it everywhere except my cunt. "Beg" he says. I try to shake my head but, my body shakes.
I didn't realize how much I wanted it. I feel disgusting. So desperate to be fucked after a week of torture. I try to speak. To say no but he makes up the words ive said. Mockingly quoting what he wants me to have said. "Please master? Please make me cum? As you wish toy". He holds it to my clit, putting it on high as my body shakes.
Just as im about to cum he removes it, chuckling. And leaves again. When he comes back he immediately goes to my cunt again, edging me for hours with the vibrator before leaving.
It goes like this for another week until he removes the gag. This time he forces me to beg. "Please, please let me cum, ill do anything, ill let you fuck me, I wont fight, please" "please what" "please master". Im so weak and pathetic that I do as Im told, desperate for some relief.
He puts it on low and toys with me. Rubbing everywhere except my clit as he leans down and quietly says "you will never be good enough for my cock. You are a toy, I will never fuck you" then he pulls another strap out and attatches the wand to my clit, turning it to high "you wanted to cum, now you get what you asked for" i cum almost instantly but i can't stop.
He stands and watches for a while as i cum over and over again, screaming until my voice gives out that I cant take anymore. But he eventually leaves me again, writhing, unable to move as I cum until my whole body is just uncontrollably shaking. So much slick has poured from my cunt that the entire table under me is soaked, my hair is wet, there are puddles on the floor.
My eyes have rolled back, my mouth open, my brain gone completely. When he finally returns and removes the wand, my body continues to shake. Thats when he removes the straps and frees me from the table. He carries my still shaking body down a hall and throws me into a small dark cage with a cot and a food bowl. "Your conditioning is over, now your training begins".
#free use slvt#r@pe fantasy#r@pe kink#dumb slvt#bd/sm slave#k!nky thoughts#cnc k!nk#cnc free use#rough cnc#cnc kidnapping
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Forgive me if this is weird to say, but as someone who really struggles to get attached to his own ocs out if fear of seeming cringe (and trying really hard to break out of thar) I really admire how much you unabashedly love your characters and how much it shows in your art
hahaha its not weird to say at all, I actually also struggle with this. I get a lot of self embarrassment and feel cringe about the fact that i draw the same things all the time, i dunno if that helps to hear. Sometimes I even refrain from posting things for a few days, or i wont post them in places like patreon or my patreon server or something cuz i have this fear of 'Oh Not Again.'
I think what helps me is remembering that first and foremost, I created my ocs for ME. I draw them for me. everything I do, its for me, coping mechanisms, self therapy, working through issues, or just for fun and aesthetic. They are extensions of me, and loving them is basically learning to love me. I put the care i should have been giving myself all this time into them, and it weirdly helps with my own self love journey, cuz honestly I feel pretty cringe most of the time and like i dont belong in most spaces. My ocs ease that, its a way of putting my heart and thoughts on paper so to speak.
These days i tell myself if people get bored, or dont want to see characters, or think im cringey, they have the freedom to unfollow. The internet is a vast place. When people are jerks about it, which I'll be honest, has happened WAY less than my brain tells me it will, i ignore and move on. No one has to be here. Has it happened? Yeah once or twice maybe, but compared to the positive messages I get its really rare. it's more that i think the rejection hurts us more when we hear it, I combat this by keeping a document where I've copy pasted all the comments/tags/dms that made me feel good, that way i can read through it and remind myself most people that are here love what i do. i like to think thats why people followed me.
And you know what, its so hard to separate ourselves from what people think of us, so remember the good things, cuz its incredibly rewarding that theres people who DO wanna be here. That love them maybe just as much as me. That feeling is WAY Bigger than the cringe feeling. The fact that i CAN be obsessive and cringe and people are on this ride with me? Holy Shit like I cant even describe how good that feels.
Create first and foremost for you. Thats the win, right there. And if it so happens others want to walk that road with you, well you've already won by creating so thats just a really cool bonus. Remember the kind interactions you have with people.They mean so much more than the negative ones. Love your ocs cuz they are a part of you in some kinda way and you deserve that love and care too.
-RJ
#ask box things#i hesitate every time i post a new picture of Caro and John i really do#i over think it so much#im embarrassed but everytime ive expressed that people come in the comments like#why do you think we are here if not for them?#and i remember oh yeah true
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My Mascot //Tendou Satori
Chapter One: Dumb Eagle
Summery: Tendou's life has always been surrounded by volleyballs, nets, and the squeaky shoes of sweaty men. Tendou loves it, always has and always will. But what happens something, or someone, interferes.
â˘Warnings(?)
Tendou has sensitive/ fragile hands, clumsy reader, antisocial reader, my first fic (thats a warning), UBER short reader
â˘Word Count: 935
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"Lets go, Ushijima! Ushijima! Ushijima!"
Usually the cheering of the crowd doesn't get to me. But today it seems everything's pissing me off today. Especially because the coach decided to bench me last minute before the game.
Maybe entirely because I've been benched last minute before the game. All because i forgot my finger tape.
"It's dangerous." "You could hurt yourself."
Since when did they care!? Put me in!
Put me in. Put me in. Put me in! Put me in!!
"Nice kill! Ushijima! Ushijima! Ushijima!"
Its the first break already. Wakatoshi approached me, somehow keeping his stoic facade even being sweaty and out of breath.
"Are you still benched?" Wakatoshi asked me, as everything in this gym has been, it only irked me more.
"Yes! Coach put me in i swear i wont get hurt!" I tried pleading the coach again.
"I know how sensitive your hands are Tendou. You'll definitely get hurt."
"Wait why's he bench again?" Goshiki wiped his face from sweat. Being benched was so last minute no one knew why.
"I forgot my stupid tape thats why! I don't need it, put me in!"
"Wait you forgot your tape? I have some." Goshiki, my sweet Goshiki.
"Really? Where is it? Its in your bag right? Can i borrow it? Ill buy you a bun! Where is it Goshiki?" I pressed Goshiki to for an answer, anything to be put in.
"Uh yeah, i think i left it in the changing room though." I was quick on my feet, if i get it before the end of the break i can play.
"Hurry it up Tendou." The coach yelled after me, but i was already halfway out the gym.
I made it to the locker room in no time, the sweaty stench never got to me, i bet if it was cleaned a thousand times it'd still smell like ass but i dont care. Now to find the tape.
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Im bolting down the hall, they should seriously put the changing rooms closer to the gym, if im late I won't be put into the ga-
"Ah!" I stumbled back, i bumped into something in my rush, i didn't even see anything.
"Im so sorry, I wasn't looking where i was-" i looked down at the small figure i had knocked down.
An eagle?
Y/n's Pov
Shit.
I took a small nap to regain my energy before i go out and be around other people again. Apparently small naps aren't so small.
If schools not exhausting enough i also have to take an extracurricular if i want to graduate. All the clubs are boring and being around other people have never been my forte. This whole extracurricular thing is stupid i just wanna graduate. But if i need something quick and easy, mascot it is.
Im not sure if i should be thankful i took my costume home or not. I took it back to my dorm so thats i can clean it and make it smell less of other people's socks. But now im running all the way to the gym in a bulky eagle outfit.
The games already started, everyone might me mad at me. All i had to do is show up, jump around excitedly and leave, but i couldn't even do that.
I put my helmet on as i neared the gym. It makes it a bit hard to se but It's just on the right-
"Ah!" I fell back to the ground as i bumped into something.
"Im so sorry, I wasn't looking where i was-"
I guess i bumped into someone as they started rambling an apology, but he suddenly went quiet. The contact knocked my helmet over so i couldn't see a thing.
"No no, it's okay, my helmet makes it hard to see." I pawed at my large helmet, trying to figure out how to fix it. A hand suddenly scooping itself under my arm and lifting me to my feet.
"Your our mascot! Man i forgot we had one." He turned my helmet turned to my face, shifting it to make it comfortable.
I could see him.
Sort of.
A tall, lanky, sort of frayed figure. He was wearing a uniform, i could make out that much, maybe he was on the team.
"Shouldn't you be at the game." He asked me, taking in the sight of my costume.
"Um, shouldn't you?" I questioned back. He froze, suddenly bolting off down the hall.
"Crap the game! I forgot about the game!" He yelled as he ran down the hall. I guess i should follow him.
Tendou's Pov
The game, i totally forgot about the game! Im gonna be late and i won't be put in, no theres only a minute left, i can make it.
Well. I made it.
I jumped onto the court, overcomed with excitement.
"Here.. I.. am!!!" I hoped to my teammates.
"About time. Almost thought we were gonna play without you."
"Yeah, i ran into-"
The crowed suddenly roared with cheers. I turned behind me, it was the mascot girl from earlier. She finally showed up.
She galloped in and jumped around, waving to the crowd. Thats all she's doing, she must not be really into this.
"We have a mascot? I forgot." Goshiki said as we all watched her jump around.
"No one would wear the costume, guess it's too embarrassing."
She continued to gallop and jump down the gym, jumping into a bench and completely falling over it.
"..Yea that is embarrassing." Ohira deadpanned, watching the mascot pick herself up. "That's some dumb eagle."
"Yeah.. dumb."
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A/n: I skimmed through this a bit, does that count as proofreading?? I hope to continue writing this so lets hope i have the energy to do sođ
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im bored so im dropping poetry for y'all to see, there are prob spelling mistakes but whatever, poetry under cut TW: BLOOD, ROT, SUICIDE, DEATH, SHOOTINGS, GORE
I worked really hard on these so I'd appreciate your reblogs and comments <3
Collection of poetry by me
The liarâs real identity â Eyez
I look back on my life, cliche like others
But I wonder where I went wrong to get to who I am
And I wonder where I went right to stay who I am
Why did I meet these people who tortured me
And Who have I wronged to torture myself
Lonely nights and lively days
But I control this so why don't I change
To feel is to live and to live is to feel
But we all live so that one day we can all die
What am I feeling?
I ask everyone yet no one answers
Who am I supposed to be?
I ask no one yet everyone answers
Sensitive to everyoneâs thoughts of deathbut not sensitive enough to care about yours anymore
I should but it hurts to see what has your thoughts deceived to be
Now I lie
Lie about love
Lie about pain
And all your love was shoved into vain
You canât forgive me
And I canât forgive myself
So let me put our hidden memories on top that dusty shelf
Educational Boredom â Eyez
Walls surrounding her
Wanting her
Trustfully closing in
On all solivagant souls
biblichor on her graphite-covered hands
Clinomania stuck in her head
Moon-struck faces fade away
Yet all she wants is to be successful
Tears fall down her smiling face
Unable to feel until it's too late
Stamina wasted on walking nowhere
Why canât she move?
She is
Just in the wrong direction
Peacefully walking into her own grave
Say goodbye to a person who loved her
She didn't like to say I love you back
A sister in hand one in another
Justice paying a toll for one and the other
School stringing drama together
Instead of sewing study's goals
Breathing notes and spying books
Warm sweaters and itching-raw tank tops
Jumping clues go out to life
Where will I lead without any strife
Scared to love
I don't want to feel you
Scared to die
I don't want to be you
Infinite hallways lead to everywhere
Unlock the doors
Logophile, she continues to read
Humanity to one person loosing hope â Eyez
Typing things no one will read
Singing things no one will hear
Making things no one will see
Being someone something will fear
Humans are unknown yet we think we know everything
We ruminate about the world yet we dont explore it
So much to see yet not enough time to do it
We love to waste time and momentum
We love to waste effort and spirit
Hating the idea of being bullies while we bully others
It takes a special type of hypocrisy to be decievingly known
Is someone truly good?
Is something truly bad?
Is it the way we look at things?
Is it the perspective that we have to change?
Why not our actions
Why not our thoughts
Why not our people
Why not your bots
jolting up at 3 am because you heard a feather fall
Ignoring the screaming at 1 pm because you heard those sirens call
Weâre to used to the bad
Take the shootings for granite
But when something is different
When something is new
Hiddin in our corrupt minds, you want to ban it
Bodies falling
Teenagers screaming
Parents begging
Stomach wailing
Its their heads hitting the ground
Its their minds in the clouds
Karma beating those who did not behave
But only after their scuicidal minds hit the grave
Your heart is not the symbol of love â Eyez
Moon shines on different roofs
Faking a smile yet loving the truth
The undead roaming like the unspoken history
Questions haunt the earth behind blind eyes
The vessel for our souls
The beast is our bodies
Shapeshifting organs twist and turn
In the bloody home we call the heart
Living the years looking like corpses
Orderly chaos consumed by our voices
Yet we have yet to rot
Living the dream in the grave you dug for me
You living the nightmare thinking its your fantasy
Good events turn to bad
Just one chime of the clock and we all go mad
The older the mind the stranger the hunger
The younger the truth the more likely the liar
Gruesome births and calm deaths
Become to newborn version of the generation
One by one we all fall apart
Fading piece by piece into extinction
Vulgar words even more the vulgar sentence
Death and love become your only special entrance
The alternative - Eyez
Sleep here in the ground
Blood behind your mind
Secrets revealed night before
You where fine just days ago
I look away from the grave
Your new home I made
I see your parents
Grieving privately
They search my eyes
Looking for my excuses
I have none to give
I raise my hands
A sign for surrender
A sign for peace
Blood drips down them
I wish my love not ceased
Weary needs, Guilt in my eyes
Sorry please don't make innocent cries
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Hey, Jamie. Sorry if Iâm bombarding you with requests. Iâm going through a really hard time right now and it sucks and might sound weird but your writing actually makes it a lot better and Iâve been re reading a lot of your recent works to feel better.
Anyway Iâm not here to talk about myself sorry. Requesting time once again: can i please have prompt #13 âI thought you were deadâ with your choice of characters and maybe a little horror and/or gore?
Thanks, sincerely, your number one fan, Sha đŤĄ
If Iâm asking too much or too many times, tell me and Iâll chill
missing - my ocs
SHA IF YOU STOP REQUESTING IM DELETING MY ACC
DONT STOP I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS, PLS MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE WRITING FOR THEM
I totally understand that and its not weird. I hope you feel better soon and im very very very grateful that my writing helps you.
alright you gave me the option of whom ever oc i choose so here is Satsuki Noriko an oc of mine. I introduced her in this: https://www.tumblr.com/fionajames/731230304426131456/ocs-pt-2?source=share&ref=fionajames post and if your interesting I did a smoll drabble about her first meeting with rex: https://www.tumblr.com/fionajames/731242121789636608/satsuki-meets-rex?source=share&ref=fionajames.
anyways, people REQUEST MORE IM BLESSED EVERY TIME I SEE A NOTIFICATION ON THE INBOX SECTION WHEN I ENTRE TUMBLR.
ENJOY!!!!!
Satsuki grunted as she spat on the ground of her cell, attempting to get the metallic taste of her own blood out of her mouth. She shivered as she shuffled backwards on her knees towards the wall, rubbing her wrists in pain. The cuffs bounding her wrists were so tight the skin underneath them was red and raw, but her captives didnât care about that.
Satsuki breathed in deeply, savouring the feeling of the cold air on her tongue to try and block out the ache of her throat when it throbbed from the brittle wind scratching at it. It had been so long since sheâd been in this cell, and the only way she was able to keep track of the days was by the light coming in through the tiny window at the top of the wall.
The guards outside her cell and the others paced back and forth, face hidden by their helmets. Satsuki coughed as she shuffled to the metal bed she slept on, using her tied up hands to haul herself to her feet. The bed was beyond uncomfortable - it was probably more comfortable to sleep on the floor - but Satsuki relished the thin sheet sheâd been provided as a blanket. It hurt too much to lie on her back so she lay on her side instead, waiting for the call from the guards.Â
âLights out!â One of the Mandalorians called - as though there were lights to turn off - as he marched away from the cell corridor in his shiny black armour. Satsuki hated that sleek, black armour more than anything.Â
âLights outâ meant to sleep on your bed - not on the floor - facing the wall so the guards could see your bound hands. Satsuki listened to the quiet rustling of clothes as the other prisoners copied her, clambering onto their metal slabs for the night.Â
A few moments later, the Mandoralian guards of the night shift entered and Satsuki watched the faint shadows of the bars from her window fade, her signal that it was nighttime.Â
Sleep never came easy to any of the prisoners, but at least they were allowed it. Satsuki knew that every single one of the prisoners - including herself - feared the day where sleep was not permitted, and so they forced themselves to sleep. Satsuki squeezed her dull black eyes shut - dull from the days of hiding in the dark - and waited for uneasy and silent sleep to take her.Â
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âLights on!â A voice shouted and Satsuki shook herself awake, blinking away the tears in her eyes away as she scrambled from her bed to her cell bars, collapsing on her knees.Â
The sleekly armoured Mandolorian returned - or at least it looked like the same one, it was hard to tell when they all bore matching armour - clutching a metal tray. He shoved it through the gap in the bars near the floor and Satsuki managed a âthank youâ as she bent down.Â
No-hands eating was rather hard - sheâd discovered - as she took the rations bar in her mouth and tilted her head back, letting it fall into her mouth and chewing hurriedly. The Mandolorian reached through the bars and clicked with his mouth. Satsuki stood up quickly as the guard pressed a cup of water to her lips and gently tipped it back.
He - Satsuki could tell it was a boy - refilled the cup and let her drink from it again, as she savoured the taste of the fresh cold water. After sheâd finished the second cup, Satsuki watched as the Mandolorian filled the third cup to the brim, letting her drink from it again. But when she was done, she noticed something at the bottom of the cup. The Mandolorian tilted the cup back so the contents fell on the floor and without a moments hesitation, Satsuki placed her foot over the object.Â
âHey, what do you think you're doing!â The Mandolorian shouted but Satsuki could see from his body language that he was faking - acting - for whatever reason she did not know. âGet back to your wall!â Satsuki nodded and did as she was told, dragging her foot along the ground to bring the objects with her. The Mandolorian took the tray and left - but she knew he would return shortly to stand guard. Satsuki bent down and lifted her foot, using her hands to awkwardly pick up the two objects, placing them in front of her so her body hid it from everyone but her.
Satsuki managed to somehow stifle a gasp open seeing the reveal of the two objects - eyes widening as her mouth fell open in a gape. Footsteps behind her signalled the guard had returned to his post, but she didnât turn around.Â
In front of her was a small black remote with two singular buttons alongside a piece of crispy, old flimsi that read six simple words. Six simple words that changed Satsukiâs life. âIâm getting you out of hereâ was scribbled on the paper in messy, Galactic Aurebesh.Â
Hesitantly, Satsuki looked back at the remote and at the shining green and red buttons. Glancing behind her once - seeing only her guard - Satsuki bent down and pressed the green button with her nose roughly. She gasped when the pressure on her wrists ceased, and the cuffs clattered to the ground behind her. Satsuki hurriedly shuffled around to hide all three objects as she massaged her bruised and abused wrists, licking the cuts with a grimace. Theyâd need treating. If we can get out of her, she reminded herself, glancing at the Mandolorian who was watching her carefully.Â
She moved a âthank youâ and he gave her the smallest of nods.Â
Then, all of a sudden, the Mandolorian whipped his pistol out of his holster and shot two nearby guards, their bodies falling to the ground slightly within Satsukiâs view. She gaped and then stood up, rushing to the bars as the Mandolorian ducked away from blasts, shooting at the remaining guards who collapsed lifelessly.Â
They were not expecting a fight, Satsuki inwardly mused with wide eyes. The Mandolorian turned to her and typed a code into the keypad. The red-haired girl watched - frozen - as the gate slid open, the bars no longer in front of her.Â
âCâmon,â the Mandolorian commanded but Satsuki didnât hear as she stared open-mouthed at the empty space where the bars had been. The Mandolorian snorted and shrugged off his helmet, revealing a boy around Satsukiâs age with fluffy black hair that covered his face, dark swirling eyes and natural-tan skin. He rolled his eyes at her. âCome on, Noriko, letâs go!â
Satsuki could barely comprehend the open-doorway in front of her as she accepted the pistol he shoved into her chest and scrambled after him, glancing back at the remaining prisoners. âCanât we free them?â She asked in a hushed voice as they reached the exit.Â
The Mandolorian rolled his eyes again and slammed a button on the keypad, watching all the doors open. âHappy?â He snarked with a sarcastic grin, grabbing her wrist and dragging her through the doorway and up the stairs.Â
âWho are you?â Satsuki shouted at him as he ran his free hand through his hair, tossing the fluffy wisps around as he let go of Satsukiâs wrist and grasped his other pistol.Â
âIâm Aramis Yvain,â he replied as she tripped over a step clumsily. Aramis ducked to pull her back up to her feet, continuing to hurry up the stairwell. âIâm getting you home.â
âWhy?â Satsuki huffed as Aramis opened the next door. She rolled through the open doorway and fell into a sort-of crouch, placing her pistol-gripping-hand in her open palm to steady it as she shot down two Mandolorians. The remaining three spun around and Aramis quickly fired three blasts, two hitting their targets and the final missing. Satsuki rotated sharply and shot the final.Â
âImpressive,â he muttered, ignoring her question. Satsuki grinned proudly before her stomach twisted at the reminder of Rex - who taught her how to fight like that. âI donât think you deserve to be here.â
âThank you,â Satsuki told Aramis as she watched him open the door ahead, showing no relief when it was empty. âFor saving me, and believing me.â
âWell,â Aramis smirked as he opened the next door, abruptly tackling the Mandolorian ahead. Satsuki shot the other three whilst her companion grabbed his opponent in a choke hold and brought back his arm sharply, killing the man. âNo one else was going to.â
Satsuki nodded sadly, knowing the truth that everyone else thought she had died. It shook her to the bone as she thought about her friends and family. Hopefully theyâd been upset about her âdeathâ, as sheâd be devastated if they didnât care.
âHow do you plan on getting us out of here?â The red-haired girl asked as they continued through the base, shooting and killing everyone they saw.Â
âWell,â Aramis began, kicking a guy in the face before shooting him in the chest. âAssuming that comm you had on you can contact a friend, weâre going to get it back from the belongings room.â
Satsuki grinned wildly, knowing that the comm he was talking about was connected to Rexâs channel, meaning sheâd be able to contact the Captain and 501st with it. âOf course, my new friend.â
Aramis rolled his eyes at the mention of being her ânew friendâ and shot her opponent. Satsuki jumped over his crouched figure and shot the Mandolorian behind him.Â
Then the door in front of her opened quickly, and a group of Mandalorians entered the room. They fired quickly and Aramis dropped to the ground, watching as Satsuki did the same but⌠differently. âNoriko!â He screamed as he scrambled to her figure, dragging her collapsed body behind a cargo crate as he killed the Mandolorians quickly. Aramis sucked in a breath as he studied the harsh black wound on her shoulder, meeting her raven-eyes with a horrified expression. âThat doesnât look good.â
âDoesnâ feel good eiâer,â Satsuki muttered, her face paling as it scrunched up with pain. She whimpered. âAramis I donâ wanna die.â
âHush, Noriko,â he told her, cradling her body as he pulled a canteen of water off of his belt, pouring it onto a cloth and dabbing it on her wound. Satsuki cried out but he persisted. âYouâre going to be okay.â He told her sternly, as though it were an order.Â
Aramis pulled Satsuki up and draped her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist, carrying her like a baby as he continued to the belongings room. âWeâre almost there,â he assured her, shooting down another few Mandolorians before they had time to even register the arrival of the pair.Â
ââHatâs good,â Satsuki murmured, eyes closing as she tried to push against the pain. Aramis smiled grimly at her attempt to stay awake as he entered the next room.
âWeâre here,â he told her, placing her down on a cargo crate gently as he hurried around the room. âNoriko, Noriko, Norikoâ Aramis muttered as he glanced at each box, searching for the one labelled as Satsukiâs. âAha!â He cried out as he yanked a wooden box down from a high shelf, breaking it open on the floor and rummaging through the objects.
A comm fell into Aramisâ palm and he tossed it to the injured girl as he gathered the rest of her stuff. âComm your friends, quickly!â
Satsuki muttered something under her breath before pressing the button. âRex this is Satsuki, Captain Rex come in,â she called into the device as Aramis left her side. He began muttering his own name under his breath and then gasped from out of sight.Â
âAha!â Amaris exclaimed as he tugged a box down and began changing out-of-sight from Satsuki. The girl continued attempting to comm her friend and frowned when she received no response. âYa like?â Amaris asked as he stepped into view. Heâd ditched the sleek black amour and was wearing black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He had three silver rings on each hand and a dark brown belt with a holster on his right side.Â
âLookinâ badass,â Satsuki mused as she yawned, rubbing her eyes. âCaptain Rex, do you copy?â Amarisâ grin dropped at the silent response before a beep from the comm made both of their faces light up.
âI copy,â a familiar voice replied - monotone and emotionless. Satsuki frowned. âWho is this?â Amaris raised an eyebrow at the girl who offered a short shrug.
âRex?â Satsuki repeated. âItâs me, Satsuki.â
The line went silent for a second, before the Clone replied. âSatsuki?!â He exclaimed, sounding alive rather than dead like he had moments ago. âWhere are you?â Amaris silently showed her the coordinates from his wristband and she repeated them to Rex. âAlright, the Generalâs permitted us to come get you, as long as he comes with.â
âGood olâ Skywalker,â Satsuki chuckled, before coughing loudly as the first drop of blood fell from her wound, landing on her tattered clothes. Amaris cursed as his brow furrowed. He used the cloth heâd cleaned her wound with to bandage it. âHow long will you be?â
âYour in luck,â Rex replied. âWeâll be there within the hour.â
âGood,â Amaris muttered, so quietly the Clone didnât hear him. Satsuki smiled at her new friend as he passed her a ring he wasnât wearing. It was a silver ring of a tooka and she grinned as he slipped it onto her pointer finger. âFor good luck.â
Satsuki nodded and reached out her pinky finger as the line went dead. Amaris copied and intertwined their fingers. âGood luck for us,â the red-haired girl grinned maniacally. Amaris nodded as he sat down beside her. She rested her head on his shoulder as sleep grew more and more tempting, eventually letting it take her.
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Amarisâ hand shot to his pistol as the door opened and he raised it, prepared to shoot. âDonât shoot!â A voice called as a Clone with white and blue armour appeared around the corner. âIâm Rex!â The teenager dropped his hand with a sigh of relief as the rest of the Clones filed in. The Captain yanked off his helmet as he rushed to the sleeping Satsuki, cursing colourfully at the sight of her wound. âKix!â
A Clone with a red medic symbol on his shoulder pad rushed in, placing a pack beside the trio as he began to tend to Satsukiâs wound. She shifted in her sleep and her arms opened at the feeling of someone touching her wound. âAramis?â
âRight here,â he responded as he ignored the sharp, suspicious look the blonde Clone shot at him. âYour friends are here.â Aramis fiddled with the silver ring on his left middle finger - a shimmering skull ring - as the gazes of the room's occupants turned to him.Â
âRex?â Satsuki sat up abruptly but Kix pushed her back down. Rex nodded and moved to pat her uninjured shoulder fondly.Â
âRight here, Vodâikaâ the Captain soothed gently and Satsuki relaxed back into Aramisâ shoulder - who had stiffened at the Mandoâa. âI thought you were dead, sorry, we thought you were dead.â Aramis couldnât help but soften at the gentle and loving tone of the Clone.Â
âYou shouldâve known better,â Satsuki choked out with a grin and Amaris chuckled. âI donât die.â Rex chuckled too, reaching up and ruffling the teenagerâs hair fondly.
âI shouldâve known. Iâll remember from now on.â
THAT WAS MY LONGEST ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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