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[charmed-asylum]

The award for god damn my mouth drop like a cartoon cat goes to SY but u know . I know he doesn’t beat around the bush. However, was I thinking he be like this . And shit I can say from experience and studies that a lot he doing goes right with it. I mean sad thing and it’s really not just one person to pin point who could of fix this besides Thor town folks and trailer trash mom ( now idk where she grew up but hey it’s not me but cliches) that could of help. It’s sad because for her case she probably isn’t a slut while Sy is crazy he just type that knows it but tries to be all wooo man I mean I’m not crazy I’m caring but if u ever mess with me then haha u be getting a dead cat in your mail box or a stalker for life but wooooooo I’m just caring and being a human . Shit pat on the back and you good is looking out a simple box of stuff is looking out non stop poof Sy there is not helping out it’s stalking but bc this town is so small folks won’t see it. Oh he lucky that town size of a city block.

“On pay day, you go down to cash your check then give most of it right back, parsing it out for your various expenses. At the end of it, you have even less than the month before. You don't get it. Thing's only seem to get worse; not just money, but your body” honey this statement so spot on huh one a check back in the day like your time period AU money u get paid can last a month or last time now it’s like a blink poof gone and your body lord I’m only in my 20s and the issues I’m having at my age blown minds.

Sy just always there and idk why but it’s big ( lord I’m drooling and have not finish this thought) well as a whole get always with the sneak attack shit I’m barley 5 foot and I still have issues . Bc I’m too short they turn around and still don’t see me I gotta jump be like Boo. Anyway still damn “. For a big man, he sure can sneak up on you. “ also going back to my girl you got yourself a lifetime 20/20 level stalker. Hahaha way you keep doing Thor I can’t “ It isn't his fault he reminds you of that spoiled deadbeat. “ I wonder still wonder because he hasn’t been front with her which I feel it coming feel it coming . ( still gonna be shock) but on the why he gave her a reason which I’m gonna point out in a second but can “ I don't like to carry 'round debts. Let me buy you one." be one I mean it be least crazy one . And if not does he pray on pregnant women because of well a lot tumblr taught me a lot about kinks but because how easy the target she or how her emotions not there or pregnancy brain. “ You really don't get this man. You're no longer so sure that Thor sent him to check up on you, not since your last interaction. In fact, the wingman seemed more spiteful of him than you” also that he was so close to Thor which questioned his character like so he mad bc what Thor did or he use Thor for some reason. Because in small time I can’t see some friends falling out so easy bc hello who else u got .

This again makes me feel bad for her because while Sy seems nice and it your name was the fluff you don’t ask for I be all aww so cute and romantic but no nothing ever good and sweet it’s an huh my leg said in a sponge bob character voice. Like never so simple and sweet but damn how bad I felt reading this “ You glance over and find Sy watching you as he stands in the queue. His gaze makes you want to wilt.. Not even Thor looked at you like that. Don't be silly. Sy is just being a dutiful guy, helping out the town slut in her time of need. You won't be duped. Not when you can hear your name being twisted on tongues at that very moment” and fact he open ( after 1st day seeing her) mention he read books about pregnancy. It makes her wall slowly start to crack. “ He suggested before he's been reading things about pregnancy. You just can't picture him with a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting.”

HAAH I’m sure many mention this but lord can you imagine “ He returns with a black coffee and a rather colourful donut. They don't match. Bitter and sweet all at once. “ But no the way that he watches her even down to her fingers. Or what way her EYES 👀 may go. He’s watching her as if I only watching tho his pray but as if he I don’t know still in war zone, looking through his sniper or goggles, watching his enemy. But still huh I hate it the perfect crazy stalker but idk even talking to her not at her or down to her .

AND HE SO HONESTLY BLUNT like okay he playing a game of 1s and 00s and we doing tic tac toe. Still like , “ "Yes, I'd like to take care of you. And the little one, if you'll let me….. His eyes flick up to the ceiling and his cheek ticks as he gives the question genuine thought. When he looks at you again, his face is set, "because I want to." that to me feels ( because not 1st time) he thinking on how to say it like before with the honest but down play it. In away which is why I feel there more.

Called to Duty 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, abandonment, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Summary: You struggle to move on from the biggest mistake of your life but find it hard to forget among the whispers of a small town.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The bank is as ever anxiety inducing. On pay day, you go down to cash your check then give most of it right back, parsing it out for your various expenses. At the end of it, you have even less than the month before. You don't get it. Thing's only seem to get worse; not just money, but your body. Every day you wake up, you feel even more crummy than the last. 

Your hopes of a treat at the cafe are dashed. You give a longing look as you walk by and peer through the window. You can smell cinnamon and coffee. You're strict non-caffeinated, doctor's orders, but a decaf would be amazing with one of those cinnamon buns. Ugh, damn, why are you torturing yourself? 

You turn to continue down the street but barely dodge out of the way of another pedestrian. He makes sure you can't pass as he mirrors you, sidestepping to block your way. You sigh as you step back and look Sy in the face. For a big man, he sure can sneak up on you. 

"Hey," he flips up his dark sunglasses, "how're you feeling?" 

You stare up at him defiantly, not quite bold enough to glare. He hasn't done anything wrong, he's just persistent. It isn't his fault he reminds you of that spoiled deadbeat. Or that your emotions are volatile, one moment teary eyed, the next blazing hot with rage. 

"Fine, thanks for asking," you shrug, "Sy, I gotta--" 

"I owe you a cookie," he points to the cafe window at his shoulder. 

You blink. You remember the cracked shortbread. You forgot about that. The mention of the sugary treat makes your stomach growl and your mouth water. 

"No, you don't--" 

"I do," he insists, "I don't like to carry 'round debts. Let me buy you one." 

"I got it free," you say, "it's not a big deal." 

"It is to me," he counters, "I was heading in anyway." 

You stare at him. You really don't get this man. You're no longer so sure that Thor sent him to check up on you, not since your last interaction. In fact, the wingman seemed more spiteful of him than you. You look across the steeet to the pharmacy then back at him. The aromas wafting out with each swing of the door have you ravenous.  

"I can't stay long, I gotta work," you say. 

His cheeks twitch, as if he tamps back a smile before it can bloom, "after you." 

He gesture behind you to the door. You turn and lead the way. He reaches past you to open the door before you can and you enter ahead of him. The din within is lively and the air is warm from the crowd and the employees steaming out orders behind the counter. 

"Wanna find a seat?" He suggests, "you should rest." 

You open your mouth to argue but think better of it. You'd rather not stand in the clustered line. You nod and head off to claim the table by the window. There isn't much left. 

You pull out the chair and brace your back as you sit with a sigh. You glance over and find Sy watching you as he stands in the queue. His gaze makes you want to wilt, instead you turn your attention out the window. 

Not even Thor looked at you like that. Don't be silly. Sy is just being a dutiful guy, helping out the town slut in her time of need. You won't be duped. Not when you can hear your name being twisted on tongues at that very moment. 

You sit and wait, wring the strap of your small purse. You watch the street. If it wasn't for the people, Hammer Ford would be serene. 

A plate clinks in front of you and a porcelain mug as well. It isn't a cookie and you can smell the herbal tea's rosy flavour. You peer up at Sy as he gives an apologetic look. 

"Cookies are still baking so I got you a cinnamon bun," he says. 

"And tea?" You add. 

"Can't have one without the other," he says, "no coffee for you." 

"Yeah, I... I know." 

You could laugh. He suggested before he's been reading things about pregnancy. You just can't picture him with a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting.  

"Thank you," you smile as best you can. 

"Gotta get mine, be back," he excuses himself and marches back to the counter. 

You look down at the gooey iced draped spiral. You really shouldn't. Not only accept his misspent generosity but indulge in the excess sugar. Yet your hormones won't let you resist. You can at least wait until he's sitting down. 

He returns with a black coffee and a rather colourful donut. They don't match. Bitter and sweet all at once. He sits and takes off his hat and sunglasses. 

You put your purse to the edge of the table and rest your hand on your stomach, doing your best to resist the animalistic need to tear apart the dessert. His eyes follow the movement and you quickly drop your arm. You don't even think when you do it, it's just a habit. 

"You-" he begins. 

"Wh--" you find your voice at the same time. 

You both stop, hesitant. He nods and gestures to you, lifting his cup as he watches you intently. That's new too. Thor never listened much, only talked a lot. Besides, you weren't exactly together for the conversation. 

"Sy," you clear your throat and sit forward as much as you can, "why are you following me around?" 

His brows form a vee, "I'm... it's not... I'm tryna help." 

"Okay, but why?" 

His eyes flick up to the ceiling and his cheek ticks as he gives the question genuine thought. When he looks at you again, his face is set, "because I want to." 

"You want to?" 

"Yes, I'd like to take care of you. And the little one, if you'll let me." 

You can't help your snort, "we hardly know each other." 

"Isn't for lack of trying," he taps his fingers on his mug. "Aren't ya gonna try the bun?" 

"I will," you assure him. He's trying to distract you and it's close to working. The cinnamon is driving you mad. "A baby is a lot of work and... I'm not your responsibility. I know Thor is your friend." 

"Was," he interjects.  

"Sure," you accept his decisive declaration, "but that doesn't mean you have to worry about his mistakes." 

"Mistakes? I don't think so," he says. 

"Well, it's not exactly planned," you scoff, "Sy, really I don't feel right about you doing so much." 

"Wouldn't feel right not doing it," he shrugs his burly shoulders. 

“But why?” You nearly exclaim. You just want to know why he cares so much, about you? 

He leans forward, elbows on the table, “they talk about me too, ya know? Since I got back from... serving. They say I’m f—crazy, or whatever. It wasn’t easy or nothin’ over there but I’m not nuts. Not like they say. Just like you’re not some slut, forgive me for saying it out loud.” 

You look down at the table and exhale. So he hears as much as anyone else about you. At least he’s honest. At least he isn’t joining them. You purse your lips and reach for the cinnamon bun, unable to restrain yourself any longer. 

“For what it’s worth,” you raise your eyes to meet his, “I never thought you were... unwell, or whatever they say.” 

His cheeks pinch, another suppressed smile, and he tilts his head, “I’m only happy to hear you think of me.” 

[starryhyuck]

toxic till the end. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: ex!yuta x afab!reader

words: 7.3k+

summary: a new year sparks new goals and resolutions. yours is to avoid nakamoto yuta.

genre: angst, smut

warnings: public sex, creampie, unhealthy relationship dynamics, jealous!yuta, pussy eating, fingering, squirting

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Skiing really isn’t your thing.

For some reason, Jeonghan is determined to make it your thing, whether you approve or not. You don’t particularly trust him when it comes to safety, as he normally has this evil glint in his eye that tells you he has other intentions.

“Just trust me,” he chortles in your ear, holding your elbows tightly. “Do you honestly think I’d let you fall?”

“Yes,” you say without skipping a beat. Every exposed part of your skin is covered in a long fleece or a heavy padded jacket, making you feel a little stiff trying to walk around. It only increases your nerves when you stare down the hill, eyeing the steep slope you’re meant to ski down. “Hannie, I’m really not sure about this.”

“That’s because you’re not trusting me,” he replies, but it doesn’t assure you in the slightest.

“Maybe we should find one of the bunny slopes instead?” You suggest timidly.

A hoarse voice interrupts you as Yuta approaches, his feet already bound into his skis. “I’ll handle this,” he says, removing Jeonghan’s grip from you and replacing it with his own hands.

“No, you won’t,” you murmur, ripping your arms away from him with a glare. “Jeonghan’s teaching me just fine.”

“You were afraid of him pushing you down the slope not even five seconds ago,” Yuta hisses in an accusatory tone. He’s just as bundled up as you with a helmet strapped firmly over his head.

You know Yuta’s naturally a better skier than Jeonghan, having practiced during many holiday trips with his family. However, the stubborn part of you refuses to let him anywhere near you. You haven’t spoken to each other since your quickie in the hallway, with you mainly avoiding him while he tries to corner you at every chance.

Jeonghan’s eyes flicker between you, eyebrows raised. “I’m going to see if Taeyong needs help,” he states awkwardly, but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“Hannie, it’s fine. I want to learn from you,” you emphasize, hoping it’ll be enough to ward off your ex.

Yuta doesn’t budge. “She doesn’t know what she wants, Jeonghan.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Jeonghan skis down the slope before you can further protest, effectively escaping the conversation. You watch him with your jaw hung open, shocked that he would leave you so easily. Yuta smirks, grabbing your elbows again to steady you.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me,” he declares proudly, grinning like he’s won the lottery. “Unless you want me to leave you up here all alone?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you remark, and he clenches his jaw at the snide comment. He helps you click your boots into the bindings of your skis, moving to stand behind you while you stiffen up.

“Relax, will you? I’m not going to try anything out here, it’s practically below freezing,” he says, scoffing at your behavior. “Now you need to bend your knees and lean forward slightly. If you get scared, remember not to lean backward. It can cause you to lose your balance and drift off course.”

“I don’t want to do this, Yuta,” you confess, voice trembling slightly. Fear seeps deep into your bones the longer you look out into the distance. A harrowing feeling stirs in your stomach, painting a bad omen in your head.

He frowns at your vulnerable tone, sliding back in front of you and staring at your terrified expression. “Then we won’t do it,” he states, unclasping your boots while you step out of the skis. He rids himself of his own skis, analyzing you with a tilt of his head. “Why would you let Jeonghan drag you all the way up here if you were so scared?”

“He really wanted to teach me,” you mumble, embarrassed by the fact that you chickened out. You deflect his questioning gaze. “I thought I would feel a rush when I finally got up here, but it just made me feel worse.”

You walk back down the hill together in silence with your skis tucked underneath your arm. You’re a little hesitant on starting the conversation, knowing it would lead to a fight or messy sex. With Yuta, it always ended up that way.

“Are you into Jeonghan?”

The question has your brain short circuiting for a hot moment, confused by how he came to such a conclusion. He takes your brief pause as confirmation, speaking before you can defend yourself.

“I just wanted you to know I’m pretty sure he’s crushing on Cheol and wants to initiate some form of polygamous relationship with Sojung. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” he says nonchalantly, watching his boots crunch the snow underneath him.

You recognize the signs of Yuta’s jealousy, having been on the receiving end of his envious streak numerous times. It mainly led to confrontations about his issues with trust, which you didn’t know at the time would become the first tipping domino in your relationship.

“I don’t like him in that way. Does it matter to you if I did?”

You’re picking a fight when you know you shouldn’t, but the lingering question nags in the back of your head. He takes your bait, instinctively holding your elbow to steady you as you slowly tiptoe down the slope.

“Of course it matters to me,” he grumbles. “You know how I feel about you.”

You shrug yourself away from his grasp, frowning at his statement. “That I’m just a good fuck who you like to start fights with?”

He looks at you with a befuddled expression. “What? When did I ever say that?”

“When do you ever say how you feel about me? I can’t read your mind, Yuta. You always think I can sense how you’re feeling but I can’t. You never let me in, never tell me if you love me, never bother speaking a sentence to me unless you’re trying to get inside me. How else am I supposed to guess how you feel?”

He opens his mouth to respond but is suddenly knocked over by a gust of wind, causing him to topple into you. You gasp when you fall over, your skis flying to the ground as you two roll down the hill. The world moves in a blur around your vision until you find yourself at the bottom of the slope, limbs aching from the onslaught of pressure. The snow hails down harder over you and you blink slowly, trying to recover.

Yuta rushes over to you, cursing under his breath as he unclips your helmet, holding your face delicately in his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you okay?” He asks frantically, scanning you for any visible bruises. He looks up as the wind nips harder against his face. “We need to get somewhere safe. I think there’s going to be a blizzard coming soon.”

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[respectthepetty]

wrt joong being emotional on social media (ie public), my personal take isn’t that someone shouldn’t have emotions, but rather that a public figure should be aware that anything the share or tweet in a moment of pique will last forever—not just in an archival sense but in the fandom’s collective memory as well. i come from a background where i am legally held responsible for anything i put on social media that could be ‘damaging’ to my company even if it’s on a personal account. not saying that’s fair or right, but that’s the reality for myself and many others. beefing with someone also signed to your company and intimating and dissatisfaction with your coworkers is something that would personally get me brought before a manager at minimum. again, this is just how it would work for me, but i’m guessing some other people in this fan space may be in similar circumstances and this also see these tweets and insta posts as unprofessional. there’s another possible discussion to be had here about the way society deems anything undesirable in a sort of mental illness-unprofessional venn diagram, but this ask is already long enough.

Anon (if this is the same anon), your response wasn't too long! It was perfect! And so was @waitmyturtles' response because it's getting at what I'm trying to highlight - his behavior could be deemed unprofessional, but not mentally unwell. I understand that the tweets and retweets are crude, but my resistance is aligning that with his mental health.

Just like you, I have a job that monitors my social media activities (if they can be found *wink, nod, Tumblr*), and if I wrote about my department mates the way Joong and Dunk are interacting, my department chair would have me in the vice president's office after the second tweet. I get it. But even if I did shit-talk my department mate on Twitter because she threw a party with my professional enemy (business instructors), I would be displeased if my chair connected that with me being mentally unstable.

There is definitely a "discussion to be had here about the way society deems anything undesirable in a sort of mental illness-unprofessional venn diagram" and after reading yours and turtle's responses, I feel we are all in the same boat, but coming at it in different ways. However, I want to emphasize that regardless of Joong's actual mental health, I do not attribute his social media behavior as a reason to claim he is unwell. Unprofessional? I see it. Unwell? That falls into that Venn diagram of unrealistic societal norms you mentioned, and I think both of us can agree that is unfair for us to place that label on him.

I appreciate your initial ask to me because it let me know that Twitter was popping off during all of this, and gave me more details to add to my "We Got Beef: Joong & Est Edition" pile, but I'm even more thankful you replied to the follow-up question.

[tired-eel]

Chat

I finally have a sonic persona again

(CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY DEAR GOD)

Ok ok but I did a doodle before this, just ignore the the inconsistencies- I was still trying to figure out his design-

ANYWAY

I’ve had sonic Ocs since I was in elementary school but here’s two old designs interacting alongside the current one (and yes I tired to use their old color pallets too…. Just don’t judge me too much for them? I was a child lol)

[thebandghostofficial]

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

Finally back in the Bay Area after five years, but what a flying start of the Re-Imperatour USA… thanks to all your support. Thank you all and have a rawkin night!!

- A Rawkin Ghoul ⚡️🎸

📸: ryancphoto

[oingomyboingos]

what if I crocheted marcille’s emo cowl. what if

I think I could do it if I used a victorian collar pattern for the neck and then just vibed it out for the top. it’s not a true cowl because it is open in the back like a bandana/kerchief. I think I could get the right effect on the neck if I put buttons up the front. and there are christmas elf hat patterns for free on youtube I could use for the ears

pattern round up:

and there are plenty of victorian style lace trims I could crochet or just sew on. i think the detailing could be embroidered (though I haven’t attempted embroidering on crochet before so that will be new territory). the ears actually look fuzzy so they might just be better made out of faux fur and fabric with either a polyfill or foam core.

[ink-and-dagger]

Do you have any silco x reader fics where reader is like a mother figure for jinx?

Do you mean like a fic that I wrote or a recommendation?

The reader character in my main fic (Drink With Me) is probably more of a big sister to Jinx than mother figure.

But if you’re looking for a fic where reader is extremely maternal toward Jinx then look no further than Secret Ingredient by @sweatandwoe

[scleracentipede]

drawing part of a scene in @stryshttu ‘s fic ‘Pretty Scary’

I love their writing y’all should check out her stuff if you haven’t !

[flashhwing]

I’m here to say that you may absolutely express negativity about veilguard to me as long as it’s not stupid. hate on it for real reasons, of which there are plenty, most of which I’m ignoring because of the hype but would be glad to discuss in a civilized manner. no forced positivity in this zone this is a safe space. unless your criticism is dumb as fuck then I will point and laugh

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Gabriel: Who’s better? Me or Luci?

Michael: you

Raphael: You can’t pick a favorite kid-

Michael: Lucifer’s not my kid. He’s not even my dog. He the dog’s kid’s pet.

Lucifer: I resent that but also fully support it

[sailforvalinor]

@valiantarcher I’m so sorry, tumblr keeps eating the ask every time I try to answer it. Take three:

6.

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[lemondemonlyrics-daily]

yoyoyo i started another daily blog of various photos of neil cicierega, you should come check it out :]

[cordyce]

wolf pack spoiler (? maybe) just talk of concepts in recent episode

the pack all sharing everett’s anxiety as he goes to take his test is such a cool concept actually. that’s so interesting

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I think I’ve been horribly burned out for the past year ahaha

[the-purple-painter]

This post has been purpled!

made this in advance of the next time it happens

ABCDEFGHI KLMNOP RST V XY

21/26

[salemlunaa]

☀︎ YOU’RE NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE, YOU’RE LAZY AND AFRAID ☀︎

And this will cost you a lot of time that could be spent with your desires…

You have all the information, why aren’t you applying. You tell me you have been in this community for 6 months, a year, 2 years+, but how many of those days you’ve spent in this community have you actually applied, how many of those nights did you actually apply and don’t just fall asleep after 5 seconds.

And i know why you’re lazy, it’s because you’re scared, you’re scared of inducing process, whether it be success or failure. You make yourself busy with scripts and subliminals, “i’ll script this really cool thing first”, “i’ll scroll a little on tumblr first” “lemme just look at the success story hashtag before i do it, it really motivates me” You try and distract your self, you delude yourself into thinking you’re being productive but really you don’t want to, if you wanted to you wouldn’t be here and I will ALWAYS stand by that. You put it off until the last minute and then when it “doesn’t work” you run back to tumblr acting like you actually did anything.

a really good analogy from @archsariel333 - “you buy the pens, the notebook, you plan for the book you’re going to write but, you never write it”

“let me just add this one thing to the plan”, “let me look at inspo for book covers and art styles for illustration”, “let me go to my book writers group on tumblr and see if they have anymore advice for me even tho i know how to write a fucking book”

I know it’s comforting and validating to be in the “waiting period”, the period of anticipation. You want to go shopping for a vacation, pack your suitcase, look at reviews on social media, plan the pics you’re going to take, but getting on the actual plane can be scary, you ask yourself “what if they deny my boarding pass”, “what if i fail to make it on time”, “what if im not eligible to fly for whatever reason”, you don’t want to leave your comforting circumstances and even the trip itself scares you just a little, so you cope by buying all the vacation outfits in the world, saving inspo pics into a pinterest board, looking at vlogs of other people going to that place. You can’t bring yourself to get on the fucking plane.

You need to apply, and properly, 2024 is almost over, the amount of weeks we have left isn’t even in the double digits anymore, I don’t want you to make it to the end of this DECADE still keeping the tumblr “foryou” page company, watching people coming and going feeling paralysed as people who came here later than you pass you by. I know the feeling sucks but whose fault is that?

I want you to scrap the amount you’ve been here. Since you’re the operant power right? I don’t care how many weeks, months, years you’ve been here, scrap it, you’re going to start afresh and you’re going to actually apply, when you have the time, you’re not going to go back to your notes app, notion or pinterest to script some more, you’re going to apply.

A lot of you have the knowledge that majority of the world doesn’t and time on your hands, do you know how powerful and extremely fortunate you are, to have time AND knowledge? i don’t think alot of you understand how much of a privilege that is you are unstoppable yet you stop yourself out of fear that you will “fail” to tap into the void and let yourself down. You are so privileged to know what you know and to have the time to apply it, so do it, your not gonna scroll on tiktok for a few more minutes or shove a million subliminals down your throat to “prep yourself” you’re just going to take a breath and do it. Induce pure consciousness, and if you fall asleep scrap that assumption and do it again.

Look at your life right now, do you honestly like it, do you like envying others for having what you can have at the snap of your fingers. Do you like the life you are living?

I want you to tell yourself that you will not be the reason for your own demise. you will NOT be the reason that it’s 2026,27,28 and so on and you don’t have what you want.

please just go and apply, i don’t even know you guys and it hurts watching you kill time when you could’ve had everything a day ago, an hour ago heck even 5 minutes ago.

apply apply apply, don’t let this feeling be the reason you “fail” 💋🍑