#but i really cannot keep that app on my phone for too long

[clownaura]

i deleted ig off of my phone and i only check it in safari, and sometimes i just don’t check it at all (which is good). but the other day i saw that my closest friend (whom i have felt pretty distant with lately) messaged me 2 days prior T:

anyway i apologized for seeing their message so late (this happens every time i delete ig…) and they just liked my message and never responded. this was like 3 days ago T:

[vaquerolvr]

Road trip! Reader is Passenger Princess (due to them giving their man a heart attack everytime they drive 😊)

i am Still Suffering on my road trip. god save me. i wrote this in my notes app while stuck in traffic for three hours. the formatting and spelling are in the hands of Our Merciful Lord (tumblr)

price

refuses to let anyone else drive unless he’s on the verge of passing out

(probably the only one you can trust to drive tbh)

does the dad thing where he’ll stick out his hand to get some of your snacks

hates stopping for any reason, wants to get to the destination as quickly as possible

when he does get forced to take a break, he’s very upset about it

backseat driver, stresses everyone out

(gaz is tempted to tape his mouth shut)

claims he “isn’t tired” and “can keep going” but is the first one to pass out when you stop at a hotel

gaz

passenger princess

if you try to get him to drive he’ll pretend to be sleepy

in charge of the music

(not because everyone likes his music but because he fought soap for the right)

hogs the phone charger

calls shotgun and will fistfight anyone he tries to take it from him

(he’ll let you have it if you want but he’ll be pouty about it)

ghost

another passenger princess (because no one trusts his driving)

the single time he’s allowed to drive, he nearly causes an accident ten minutes in

weakest bladder known to man

forces you to stop every hour

passes out after the first hour of driving

soap wakes him up when his snoring gets too loud and it causes another bout of smacking each other

takes photos of anything cool he spots on the road

(they all come out blurry but it’s the thought that counts)

soap

the only other one that price trusts to drive

decent driver, just has road rage at times

begs gaz to let him change the music (gaz always says no)

points out the scenery constantly

“look, there’s cows!”

collects souvenirs from every gas station you stop at

plays road trip games (i spy, slug bug/punch buggy/whatever you call it)

he and ghost get in trouble when it devolves into them just hitting each other

has a stash of snacks and drinks that he’ll share if you ask nicely

is awake and yapping the entire drive

(gaz actually does tape his mouth shut)

alejandro

the exact opposite of price

likes to take his time and relax

will somehow turn a 10 hour drive into 15 hours

wants to stop at every roadside attraction he sees

you have to keep reminding him that you have somewhere to be or he’ll get lost on a side quest

souvenir guy, buys magnets and keychains

has cds that he likes to listen to

very chill but you might get stressed if you’re on a deadline

is insistent on being the driver but gets traumatized when he runs over a squirrel

“ale, it wasn’t your fault. it was dark, you couldn’t see-“

“I’M A MURDERER”

rudy

probably the best person to plan a road trip with

isn’t a maniac like price but isn’t as laidback as alejandro

likes to listen to random radio stations as he drives

is really bad about speeding

regularly goes at least 15-20 over the speed limit but is lucky enough to never get pulled over

uses road trips as an excuse to only eat junk food then regrets it when his stomach starts hurting

needs a day or two to recover afterwards because his back hurts from sitting for so long

graves

scarily organized

has an itinerary and follows it to the letter

wouldn’t let you drive even if you begged

if he gets tired he’ll just get one of the shadows to take over

honestly, most of the trip consists of the shadows entertaining you with their antics while graves drives

one of them gets left behind at a gas station and you have to drive back half an hour to pick him up. graves is pissed

makarov

do NOT try to take this man on a road trip

if you mention it, he’ll have plane tickets booked before you can even blink

cannot handle long drives, the most he can manage is an hour before he starts getting annoyed

keegan

the most stressful but also the most entertaining

demands control of the music but plays the weirdest shit

not the best driver but not the worst

he won’t crash at least and he’ll only get pulled over a few times

says the most out of pocket shit to get a reaction from you

“how long do you think i can drive with my eyes closed?”

“KEEGAN NO-“

keegan has been banished to the passenger’s seat.

nikolai

another guy who is good at road trips

great driver, you can sleep the whole ride and he won’t gaf

it’s kind of terrifying. you’ll wake up from another nap to find him staring dead-eyed at the road as he drives

secretly shoplifts something from every place you stop at

doesn’t admit it until you accidentally find his stash hidden in one of the bags

“solnishko, you must understand. i need it.”

“you do not need a keychain of a frog with a cowboy hat, nik!”

nikolai is now wanted for theft in every US state (and several countries)

[strawbshrtcks]

FINALS DAY JITTERS j. wooyoung (정우영)

synopsis | your boyfriend has finals day jitters, what else can he do?

pairing | wooyoung x gn!reader genre | oneshot, smut, est. relationship warnings | reader's body is described as afab but no gender specific terms are used, language, masturbation, video taping, wooyoung thinks about cumming on reader’s tits, wooyoung is a tease and very desperate !

word count | one thousand two hundred and forty two

authors note | the image of wooyoung getting exuberantly horny at the mere thought of his partner and fucking himself in the bathroom wouldn't leave my mind so here we are, enjoy !

— by all accounts, wooyoung knew where he would end up when he sent those messages, but who can blame him? it was just so fun to rile you up. he couldn’t stop thinking about you all week, you hadn’t seen each other during the past few weeks leading up to finals, and he only has himself to blame. his stupid dance final was nearing and the prospect of being sore for it just wouldn’t work. but not seeing you just had him so pent up, practice was grueling and the ache he had building inside just wouldn’t make room for focus. so what if he decided to rile you up a little? he knows you’ll appreciate it and it’s not like you’d actually show up to his dorm unannounced after he deliberately ignored your calls…right?

wooyoung was pulled from his reverie when yunho snapped his fingers in his face impatiently “hello? earth to wooyoung? what’s with you today man you’re normally so on top of these routines” he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at wooyoung’s shaken expression. in turn, wooyoung snapped his head towards him, shaking himself off with a sheepish smile “just feeling those finals day jitters man, can i take a break? just need to use the bathroom and refill my water” yunho looked back at him skeptically, he thought he had good enough intuition and he’d known wooyoung long enough to know that whatever was going on had nothing to do with “finals day jitters” or whatever the hell that meant, but he conceded all the same. nodding his head and motioning towards the bathrooms he sighs out a quick “sure, go ahead but don’t take too long okay?” and with that, wooyoung was flying to the bathroom stalls without so much as a glance back at him.

slamming the door of the first stall he sees and locking it, wooyoung backed into the wall, releasing a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. he can’t believe how he managed to keep his composure in front of yunho, looking down at himself he realized just how much thinking about you really got to him. he lets out a small whine at how hard he was, aching from just how much he wanted you there with him. you’d make him feel so good, tell him how well he was doing for keeping quiet so as to not alert his friend.

his hand moved without much thought, fumbling with his button and zipper before grabbing his leaking cock with a hiss. he couldn’t even bring himself to care about his hand being too dry, too desperate to get off to think on it. he cannot believe this is how low he’s stooped, with his hand down his pants and biting into his lips until they bled like a school boy. he let out a whine louder than intended when he squeezed at his overly sensitive tip, eyes flying open to look around, before steadying himself with a hand on the wall, an idea struck him.

wooyoung knew you were in class, knew how much you hated when he spammed you during said class, but the mere thought of sending you a video of this moment was enough to override his worry about your possible anger. he fished his phone out with a shaky hand, not so gracefully pulling up the camera app hoping muscle memory wouldn’t fail him, he could barely focus on pressing his phone against his stomach and pressing record, hand working over himself with more fervor than before, his stomach contracted with his heaving breaths.

whimpers and whines escaped him freely at this point as he edged himself; he could just imagine what you would say to him, taunting him about how needy he was, how desperate he was for you that he couldn’t even wait until he was home to get off. he thought about how you would reward him for being so quiet, maybe his obedience would override your fury for his careless display of desperation. maybe you’d let him cum all over your lithe body, he imagined how he’d paint your pretty tits with his cum, breath hitching as the mere thought just about sent him over the edge, gripping onto his phone for dear life as he groaned and let out pitiful little whines and hisses –pitiful, that’s exactly what you’d say to him at the moment.

the realization of just how much he needed you to toy with him hit him like a freight train, pushing him just over the ledge he found himself on. he let out a less than articulate high pitched whine as he came all over the stall floor, breath coming out harsh and heavy as he slammed the back of his head against the door. coming down from his high, with a singular shaky hand, he mingled around his screen saving and sending the video, happy to realize that even in the throes of passion he managed to keep the sound on. he shut his phone off, taking his time cleaning himself off and filling up his water bottle, coming back to rehearsal a new man. yunho lifted an unimpressed eyebrow at him, but wooyoung was too loopy from his orgasm to care, he hoped you weren’t too upset with him, though you both knew just how much he liked it when you were.

— this class was going to be the end of you, you wanted to focus, but nothing was making sense and you were pretty sure you were gonna fail this damn final. you hadn’t seen any of your friends in what felt like months, hadn’t been able to eat something decent in days, and you missed your boyfriend. though you knew how important these finals were, you just couldn’t help but think about how much better it’d be if you were spending your time with him instead.

you normally never pull your phone out in class, let alone send wooyoung a message, but you really missed him and you were sure he missed you too, fleeting glances through hallways on the way to class just weren’t doing the trick anymore. you pull out your phone to send wooyoung a quick “i miss you” message when you see he’d already texted you, of course he had, can't stay away from that damn phone, or you for that matter, for the life of him.

you bit your lip to hide your grin, opening the message only to realize he’d sent you a video, you furrowed your brows in question, once you scrolled down enough to see the thumbnail of the attachment, however, you had half the mind to slam your phone on your desk and look around in fear of any bystanders peaking in.

had wooyoung lost his mind? you could not believe what you had managed to save yourself from in the midst of your class, but your embarrassment quickly turned to rage, red hot anger flowing through you as you thought of all the things you’d do to him to make him regret ever thinking of sending that video.

you hastily put all your belongings back in your bag, fuck this class, you’d wallow in the consequences of your bad decisions later. walking down the parking lot to your car, you rang wooyoung’s contact for the third time and still no answer, “jung wooyoung, this is the last message i’m leaving you, you better answer the damn phone before i get home if you know what’s good for you”.

[fatalhoon]

jaemin headcanons — how he would treat you on your period

warnings | menstruation obviously, one (1) swear word, a tiny smidge of a mention of nsfw

a.n | felt like i was dying at work today because my cramps were so bad so this is purely self indulgent lmao

you absolutely cannot convince me that jaemin isnt the absolute sweetest mf to you when you’re on your period

he for sure has a tracker app on his phone so he knows when exactly you’re supposed to start

he makes sure that the bedsheets are clean around that time so you can snuggle up into a nice clean bed

your every wish is his command, and he won’t make you do anything you don’t feel like doing

but one thing he will make sure that you do is eat enough healthy foods and drink enough water (not that he doesn’t do that all the time, but this week is the most important)

he always has the fridge and pantry stocked with the ingredients for your favorite meals and snacks so he can make them for you

he doesn’t care if its the most convoluted recipe he’s ever seen in his life, or even if he has to drive however long it takes to get to your favorite random takeout place

he will make absolutely sure that you have your favorite food

he’s so incredibly gentle and understanding with you, and he’s exactly what you need

he knows every month is different from the last but he can always read the room

if you feel clingy, then he won’t let you go

if you want your space, then he keeps the distance he knows you need, but he’s still just a room away in case you call out to him for anything at all

even if you’re having a particularly bad day and there’s a chance that you might snap at one of your friends or coworkers, you’ve never snapped at jaemin because he just knows exactly what to say and do

if you have to work the day it hits or the day its the heaviest, he makes sure he’s at home so he can be there when you finish your day

sometimes you’ll come back home and you’ll be okay, maybe on a good day where your body decided to give you a break or the pain meds you took really just did their job

other days though, you’ll open the door with a frown on your face, your eyes welling up with tears because the day was so long and nothing was going right and you’re just in so much fucking pain

he immediately leads you inside, helping you take off all your clothes and running a bath for you, complete with all of your favorite bubbles or muscle relaxing salts

jaemin must have an internal thermometer or something because the bath water is always right, never too hot or too cold

he’ll sit in the tub behind you so you can lean back against him while he softly scrubs shampoo into your hair and massages your scalp

he presses little kisses to your cheeks or shoulders or back every time he hears you sniffle, and he’ll give you his undivided attention if you decide to tell him about your day

theres a bottle of cold water right next to the tub for him to grab whenever you bend forward from a wave of pain; he rubs your arms or your thighs softly until it subsides, and brings the straw up to your lips for you

“you’re okay, baby, take a drink” and after you take a few gulps he’ll set it down and pat your flushed face with a cold fluffy cloth

if you’re up for doing your skincare, he’ll do it for you with you

he’ll brush your hair up into a ponytail and/or put on your matching fuzzy bunny eared headbands

he’ll wash your face for you with your cleanser, and his gentle fingers will smooth the face cream down your nose and across your cheeks (he likes to squish your cheeks together and kiss your pouty lips to make you giggle)

if it isn’t obvious by now, jaemin doesn’t let you lift a finger

after drying you off and getting you dressed up in his comfy clothes, the heating pad is already warmed up and ready for you on the bed

and i’ll just say it, i know what you’re thinking

no, jaemin is not at all opposed to helping you out if you’re feeling particularly.. needy

he didn’t necessarily mean to stumble upon the fact that orgasms help with period cramps

he was just researching ways to help you feel more comfortable

but he is more than willing to do whatever you want whenever you want, so this of course is not an exception

“jaem, i’m literally bleeding down there”

“yeah and?? we have towels”

he’s not trying to pressure you into doing anything you aren’t up for

he just wants you to know that anything he can do to make you feel better, he’s 100% willing to do, no questions asked

[coquettecouture]

How to: make 2025 your year!

Now that the first month of the year is coming to an end and gym memberships are once again being forgotten, here are some tips to keep you motivated and inspired so you can stay focused on making 2025 your year!

Make a vision board!!

If you haven't already, vision boards are a beneficial and aesthetic approach to mapping out your goals, aspirations, and new year’s resolutions regardless of the season! Simply looking at your vision board could guide you into staying on track for tasks you may not be very motivated to tackle.

(Fun fact! ୨୧ — Vision boards are scientifically proven to help you achieve more goals!)

Whether it be physical or digital, vision boards are an essential to staying on track with your resolutions. Some of my favorite apps to print off pictures are FreePrints and Shutterfly. For those of you who might not want to pay for prints, a fun and easy alternative is Picsart collages! Setting your vision board as your wallpaper can remind you of your goals every time you pick up for phone, and if you’re anything like me, that’s pretty often!

Curate an "affirmations" playlist!

Some things on this list are both effective and fun to do, such as making playlists! One of my favorite things to do in my free time is make playlists for every vibe, mood and aesthetic under the sun, and the new year is no exception! New year's is the perfect time to revamp and turn into the best you that you can be. What better way to enter the new year than with a brand new life soundtrack?

Songs such as Just like magic - Ariana Grande, Greedy - Tate Mcrae, Pretty Girl Rock - Keri Hilson, Mantra - Jennie and Feather - Sabrina Carpenter are perfect additions to curating your stereotypical 'it girl' playlist. However what songs work for me may not work for you, so be sure to add what makes you motivated; not what TikTok says you should be motivated by!

Organize your life on Notion!

Personally, Notion is one of my favorite apps for productivity! When used correctly, it can be very motivating. From reading lists to habit trackers to to-do lists, Notion has it all! The app is perfect for attending to every need you could possibly have, and for girls like me who have zero idea where to start with organizing their life, Notion is a godsend.

The hard part however is actually figuring out how to make it aesthetic. My favorite way around this is to search and find coquette or dainty templates and make them my own. That way, I can still have something that screams me but without spending half of my day trying to figure out how to make a sentence italicized! Once you find a template perfect for your needs, simply tweak it to fit your tastes, plug in your information and you're done! You're officially organized!

Participate in some good old retail therapy!

Now this "step" may be a tad self indulgent, but hey if it works and keeps you motivated what's the harm in that?! The way I think of it, is a reward system. Say it's finals week and you really don't want to study but Sol De Janeiro just released a new perfume that you really want! It might not be the best motivation in the school department but who are we kidding? Motivation is motivation as long as it's not hurting anyone!

Even for working out, buying some cute new workout attire might be the only thing that gets you into keeping that gym membership. Who am I to judge? I don't even have a gym membership! If buying a little reward or sweet treat keeps you on the right track and focused on your goals, by all means CoquetteCouture has your back!

Surround yourself with people who are motivated too!!

I cannot stress enough how important it is to find the company you want to become. The saying "birds of a feather flock together" is truer than some would care to admit. My best friend is my ultimate lifeline, every time I am in my own head she is there pulling me out of a funk. Which is exactly what some of you need! If your friends are all cutting class, ignoring homework etc. of course you're going to fall into the same habits!

My friends are some of the kindest and most hardworking people I know. (Totally not biased.) They do so much for me which in turn makes me want to be at a level where I can return it, and you can't do that if you've slipped into a massive funk! Doing things together, whether on the phone or in person can relieve so much of that pressure knowing you have someone to rant to if needed. Find a friend group like mine and I guarantee you'll notice results, not only in productivity but in your mental state too!

Surround yourself in inspiration!

Romanticization is the key to living your dream life and making every day feel productive. Waking up in the morning in a room filled with your personality is a blessing! Having a device to even read this blog is a blessing! Not every day is going to be full of good moments, but with the right attitude every day can be a good one! Surrounding yourself with things that make you feel ready to conquer the world can do wonders to the way you view things!

My personal favorite ways to romanticize my life is pretending to be the very person I am manifesting to be reality. Act like your goals are something you already have and watch the motivation to actually have it flow through you. Watching youtubers with similar aesthetics to mine definitely help certain goals of mine! My top 3 currently are Layla Blue, Adelala and Fernanda Ramirez! However, I would like to say that inspiration and envy are very different things! You should not be surrounding yourself with influencers that you feel compelled to compare yourself to! You are amazing as you are, and jealousy is a disease you do not want to catch! Remember we are all human just trying to make it through life, and just because your life isn't identical to the ones on Instagram does not mean you are without in any way! Be authentically you, not inauthentically someone else!

Perfect your routine and stick to it!

Now for the most dreaded part of this guide... making a routine. Being a Pink Pilates it girl is much easier in theory than it is in reality. Nevertheless, to truly make 2025 a year of actually completing goals instead of tossing them February 1st some discipline is necessary. This is coming from the queen of procrastination! Motivation is one thing, but discipline is a whole other spectrum. Discipline is the most important step of this whole list, and finding it is easier said than done. Here are my personal tips to keep that side of you focused on the bigger picture! ୨୧ - Picking a bedtime and sticking to it! (With a few exceptions, we're all human)୨୧ - Deciding what your morning and night routine constants are! (Ex. My morning routine consists of: Gratitude journaling, Brushing my teeth/Skincare, Breakfast etc) ୨୧ - Not only have friends to hold you accountable but hold yourself accountable!!୨୧ - Use your playlist to boost your spirits!

In conclusion...

Being an it girl is a mindset, and truly making this your year is going to look different for every single one of you reading this but I hope my guide can help you manage the struggles of even getting started! Because let's be honest, wanting to start your journey is being better is first step of organizing your life! Please let me know down below if you take any of the advice given, and link your playlists if you make any! If there's any specific ideas or requests you guys wanna see don't hesitate to send me a submission or comment down below! I love you divas, stay hot.

My It Girl Playlist

My Favorite Notion Templates

​​​​COQUETTE TEMPLATE ‘23 samantha’s notion • ༉‧

https://www.notion.so/Pretty-little-corner-Template-1832837814af8000b978c14bb57aa285?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/1832837814af805791d4ca102419cfcf?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/student-dashboard-1832837814af804b9303dd2a9f3c79f3?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/Viana-Rose-s-Planner-1832837814af804594a1f97074333729?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/Home-1832837814af80fa9ec5fd2582286053?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/home-template-1832837814af80f087c4ed0df408ac5b?pvs=4

https://www.notion.so/1832837814af8064967bd24be9252aba?pvs=4

credit to @dollywons for the dividers! thank you!

[sequencefairy]

I've started writing this post like, four times already, and I keep discarding the drafts instead of continuing because it's too close, still. But i know i need to unpack this instead of just letting it live inside of me to fester and rot and make me bitter, which will just mean that the haters won, because it's their fault the joy is gone.

Something happened this weekend here on tumblr and elsewhere in other fanspaces and across the wider internet. Something horrible. I've been through fandom implosions before, I was in the trenches with VLD, I walked through the end of Bleach, but this was orders of magnitude worse.

The meanness. The cruelty. The way so many people forgot that the people on their TV, laptop and phone screens are people. That the words they're gleefully typing into their little comment boxes and their posts are being seen by real people, and not just the people at which they are directed.

This fandom has long had a problem with passive, and also less passive, racism. This fandom has long had a problem with boundaries between ourselves and the people we are fans of. I think these two things combined into a horrid creature that was beyond the imagining of anyone.

I slept very little this weekend. I have been more anxious the last three days than I have ever been in my life. I worried every time I opened the tumblr app what thing I might find in my inbox or as a reply on one of my posts. I worried about friends in the fandom, who were dealing not only with the barrage of vitriol not directed at them, but also who were receiving it themselves for daring to be supportive of the general plan.

I am lucky. I have spaces to retreat to. I have friends who are both in and not in this fandom, who have checked in with me to make sure I'm doing okay. My partner has shouldered the bulk of managing the house this weekend because I couldn't. It was too much to think about how to deal with that when all this was going on inside my phone and my laptop. I am also lucky because I am not a person of colour.

Watching folks in this fandom who I know to be folks of colour wade into the fray and knowing that they are seeing the same takes that I was seeing about Steven and about Ryan, makes my heart want to shrivel up in my chest. It hurt me to watch people turn on Watcher this weekend, but I cannot imagine how much it hurt my friends, who might have been watching people they used to trust or enjoy or feel like they knew, spew racist and hateful rhetoric over a business decision they didn't agree with.

I'm not going to litigate whether things could have been done differently, because it really doesn't matter to me, but I am going to say that a level of trust has been shattered here in this fandom space. I can't have fun with people about Watcher content when I have to check and make sure they weren't among the people who were calling for violence against a man whose crime was poorly communicating a business decision to a fandom they used to extoll as kind and generous. If my trust in the wider fandom has been broken then I have to assume our fandom friends of colour's trust has also been shredded.

This has fundamentally changed how I want to engage with and in fandom, and not for the better. I don't have an answer for what this means for me going forward, but I am just so sad. I am so sad that a place of great joy has been sapped of that feeling and I don't know how I'm going to get it back.

I don't know if I want to.

[backtothefanfiction]

tasm!Peter x Nurse Reader

You cannot tell me post everything with Gwen when he felt able to date again (when May talks him into it), that Peter Parker wouldn’t end up with a nurse. Someone who knows the pressures of saving lives. Able to patch him up when his wounds are a little too deep and gonna take longer to heal. Someone who also works late nights so wouldn’t be bothered if he was out late on patrol…

Imagine this…

It’s Christmas a couple years after the incident. After completing her training Aunt May now puts in shifts at the hospital. She’s gone out with a few other Nurses for Christmas drinks. Peter comes to collect her as it’s late. That is when he gets introduced to you.

You are politely waiting with May until her Nephew turns up so you have your own peace of mind she will get home safe. From the way she talks about him when you work the ward together, you are expecting some nerdy guy who couldn’t get out of his parents basement, not… well, Peter.

You make polite introductions, May introducing you to each other. “Y/N this is my nephew Peter, Peter this is Y/N they work on the ward with me.”

Peter is enamoured by you immediately. Not only does he find you attractive but you also care for his Aunt and he assumes you provide the same care for your patients.

You part ways, but that won’t be the last time you see each other.

Peter keeps an eye out for you now, whenever he goes to meet May from work. You exchange small talk. He realises you work the late shift often, meaning you’re only just starting as his Aunt is finishing.

He starts spending his nights thinking of you working at the same time he is. Wonders if you’ve ever had to patch up any of the guys he’s ended up sending to the hospital over the years.

It doesn’t take May long to recognise that Peter likes you. “Ask her out already?” “What no?”

He ends up running back inside the hospital to ask you out.

You end up having a coffee date and a walk around Central Park. Conversation is easy and Peter is starting to think Gwen may have sent you to him from the great beyond because all of this felt so easy, it had to be fate.

You’ve been dating a couple months when he shows up on your doorstep with a massive gash in the side of his arm. He’d managed to get caught around a metal cable and the wound was too deep for him to heal without a little help but he knew he couldn’t just walk into the nearest hospital.

You patched him up, minimal questions asked, until you woke up next to him the following morning and his arm was almost healed. He had to come clean.

You were accepting at first. You had always admired Spider-Man and how he helped the people of the city. Protected them from the big bads and the little ones. But when Peter starts getting too comfortable around you and showing up with one too many careless injuries you start to become more and more guarded.

You find yourself checking the news app on your phone way too often. You walk into patients rooms when the news is on to watch and make sure he’s being safe.

When he comes home with 3 bullet wounds for you to patch up, one of the bullets still in his body, you realise enough is enough. “I can’t do this any more Peter.” It’s the hardest things you’ve had to do. You promise to keep his secret but dating him is too hard and for your own sanity you need to go your separate ways.

Peter reluctantly agrees to your wishes but it kills him inside. He realises he got to comfortable. Too attached to this idea you were his angel sent by Gwen that you’d put up with anything and always be there. When you’re not, Peter struggles.

He goes out looking for more fights to punish himself. Looking for bigger bads to battle hoping the victories and admiration from the crowds will fill the void inside him.

That is until he comes up against the biggest bad and his most challenging fight yet. And somehow there you are. As if by magic. As if you really are sent by Gwen, placed in the right place at the right time.

He’s so broken, on the verge of death. The bad guy got away while he lay broken in the street. Crowds gather around him. Their beloved Spider-Man is bleeding out and practically dying on the street in front of them and they have no idea what to do.

You had seen everything. It was awful. All you could do was watch on helplessly as if Peter was a dogs play thing. The man, or was it a creature, picked him up like he weighed nothing and threw his body down the street. The roof of a car caved in with the force of it as he landed on top of it, the windows crushed with the force.

Peter had managed to roll himself off the car but he staggered and stumbled, his arm wrapped protectively around his side as he stumbled down a side street. You saw the crowd begin to gather around him as you raced down the street to get to him.

You pushed your way through bodies to get to his unconscious body. You give him a quick check over as you fall to your knees. “Give them some space” you hear someone call out, ushering the crowd back a bit as you realise you’re gonna need to do CPR. You begin doing chest compressions, your hands folding over the spider emblem now torn across his chest. “Come on Pete.” You mumble as you push down, your head counting out the beats on autopilot as your training took over. You lift his mask just enough to reveal his mouth and nose as you begin to give him mouth to mouth. You don’t even know how long you keep doing that, back and forth between the two when he suddenly takes a deep breath in.

The crowd cheers around you but you are only focused on one another. And just like that it’s like the last few weeks of your break up never happened.

After resting in your bed a couple days, Peter is better equipped and healed enough to finish what he started. After that he promises to stick solely to friendly neighbourhood stuff as much as possible. And he’s good to his word for the most part.

You fall into a good routine together. When you work nights, he goes on patrol. On your nights off, you both stay in watching movies in your small apartment whilst eating ice cream and pizza.

A year later Peter is asking for Aunt May’s ring to ask you to marry him. It’s a simple engagement story. He swung you both up to the top of the Empire State Building and did the Spider-Man equivalent of getting down on one knee. He slowly lowered himself down upside down with the ring in hand before you. He’d barely gotten the words out before you were crying and shouting “Yes, Yes, YES!”

[berryless]

Lovesong

GN!Monster x AFAB!Human (Fluff, PG || 1.5k words || First Person POV, Established Relationship, Confession, should it be tagged as body horror when no horror is happening, but the monster counterpart is consistently breaking their human disguise, super sweet and short one-shot about original characters who don't really have names)

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"I love you," I blurt out, and the confession gets smudged by the laughter it tears out of me, the kind of satisfied, almost relieved chuckling when you get something heavy out of your chest, except it's light, and sweet, and…

D doesn't answer, but I never expected they would.

Those were my words to say, my feelings to confess, not theirs. I love them, and I want them to know that. That's all there is to it, really. Just them knowing they're loved.

I nuzzle into their cheek, smudging the echo of my words between us like cream, and it sinks into our skin, into our blood, becoming a part of what we are.

Then D whips out their phone, checking the app that tracks my cycle.

"You're not ovulating," they say very seriously, while I can only blink stupidly, not quite believing they're doing that right now.

But soon it clicks.

"You don't think I just thought of that because I'm horny, do you?"

D doesn't answer.

I heave an exasperated sigh, tugging on their cheek with force that would make a human scream, but D doesn't even flinch, because 'human' is something so far removed from them, they can only pretend to look similar, and even then not entirely.

"Dear, it's not a spontaneous thought. It's been some days since I started to think about it, I was just waiting for the moment to say it when it would feel right."

D puts the phone away.

"You don't have to answer. I just wanted to say it, okay?"

I want to say it again, but this time the words get stuck in my throat, scared to come out. That doesn't surprise me: I too would be scared to come out if the person I existed for wouldn't believe I'm real.

If I'm being honest, it kinda stings. But, then again, what should one expect when they're in love with an entity so foreign to their kind it blames your feelings on your human biology (the most upsetting part is—they're right, like, ninety percent of the time, and nearly all of my feelings go away after a good meal, a deep sleep, or a session of reassuring cuddling. I hate it here (I'm lying.))

D takes my hand in theirs, squeezing and rubbing it silently, intertwining our fingers. Their touch is stable and measured, never tipping over the line that would turn it to painful. For others they barely put any strength in the contact, but I cannot stand being tickled, even with the best intentions, so it took a lot of trial and error for D to learn how to touch me without giving me an ick or a bruise.

Unless I ask for those bruises.

Sometimes I do.

"Just because I don't expect you to say it back, doesn't mean I don't want to hear anything from you at all."

"…I don't know what to say."

"A thank you will suffice."

"Isn't 'thank you' used as an insult or a rejection in such context?"

"Sometimes. I don't mind hearing it, though. I put a lot of thought into this one, and need my hard work properly appreciated."

"…Thank you."

"Yep, yep. Keep 'em coming. I don't feel appreciated enough."

D gives me a long poignant look reserved for the times I'm being a brat, and then they scoop me into a hug. More hands touch me when it's appropriate for a human to have, but soon they're gone, and only two of them remain in place, holding me close.

"Thank you," D says again, their whisper kissing my temple together with their lips, and I shut my eyes, enjoying its gentleness.

"I love you."

This time nothing blocks them, and the words slip out with practiced ease.

In a sense, they are practiced. Well trained, one might say. There are plenty of people who heard them from me, friends, and family, and even strangers who somehow managed to shake my soul with the things they made without even knowing about my existence.

Not in a way I use them for D, though.

When it comes to romance, those words are still fresh and new for me, hence the previous hiccup. Doesn't matter: I'm gonna have plenty of chances to practice.

D stiffens first, then hugs me closer.

This time they don't thank me, and when I raise my head, I catch them speaking without words. Their mouth moves, but no sound comes out.

The shape of it is pretty obvious, though.

The worries and the fears I previously ignored melt at this sight.

"You don't have to say it back," I remind them, but still kiss the corner of their lips, stealing away a taste of those unvoiced feelings.

It's really sweet.

"But it's important. You're important," D says seriously, frowning.

I almost break out in purring. I don't do that only because living with a cat for half of my life taught me I'm horrible at it.

"I am," I agree, hugging their neck. "That's why you can only say them when you actually mean it. Like I do. I love you."

Repeated wielding dabs down some of their luster, but the words are still nice to say, even if they don't hold as much feelings as they did for the first time.

"You think I can't mean them?" D asks grimly.

Their tone is somewhat wrong, though I cannot put a finger as to why exactly. Just wrong—in a way that gets immediately clocked by my brain as 'dangerous', 'roll back the action', 'remember, you cannot exist in the presence of even one person mildly displeased with you', 'if you piss them off, it's going to take forever to mend the relationship', 'did you hurt them? never expected anything less from you, who else can turn their confession into an emotional crime scene, phooey', 'hurry up and say something nice, hurry, hurry, HURRY!!!'

"Of course you can! Just…give them some time to settle down? Don't push yourself, okay?"

D may not notice the emotional charge of my words, but they still clock me out instantly just by physical signs alone: their whole demeanor changes so visibly, I can see it happening, even though I'm not the best at reading people's faces. Especially when they only pretend to be people.

"I scared you," they sigh, pulling me against their chest. The sound that comes from it is similar to the one you hear when listening to an empty conch—the echo of the endless sea sighing the air of aeons into your ear, the sound of something that existed long before you, and will continue to exist long after you, but still it shares the moment of their eternity with you, privately, like a candy behind everyone else's back, don't tell anyone, I only have one, and I give it to you.

It calms me down, soothing the tremors I haven't even noticed.

"It's not you. It's…" I shake my hand in unspecified gesture I generally use to refer to my trauma when I have no energy to put it into words. I rarely do. Deep emotionally charged conversations dry me up like a jellyfish out of water: rotten and stinking for hours on end. I can only display my heart cracks in passing comments or joke about them, otherwise they start bleeding tears, and I have a million issues with those.

In any case, there's plenty of things wrong with me without an additional of supernatural significant other, who can read my moods like an open book and cannot say back 'I love you'.

More than two hands touch me: rubbing my head, and my back, and my thighs as I listen to the sound of the sea that comes from D's chest, lulling myself back into relative calm.

"Hum something," I ask, closing my eyes. "Please?"

They obey without asking why. Their ethereal warm voice wraps me into another level of hugs, weaving into a pulsing living harmony of multiple mouths singing at varying pitch—maybe there are more than just one, I can't see it. It clings close to my skin, seeping through it to soothe the ache in my insides. This is the song without lyrics, but it has all the meaning: the same as three words I repeat.

"I love you," I say again, barely opening my mouth, and the sound so quiet I'm not sure I really said that, or just thought about it and forgot to actually spell the words.

It doesn't matter, though.

I know. D knows.

We both can feel it.

Even if we don't say it exactly the same.

[yaqamole]

Fresh Fades

Ship: Spain/Romano

Summary:

Antonio couldn’t stand the feeling of his hair getting long.

It was a writhing feeling that always overwhelmed him like nothing else. As soon as it touched the back of his neck, he knew that it was getting too long and that it was time for a haircut. However, sometimes he didn’t manage to do that fast enough. In those cases, he always made the horrible decision to cut his hair himself and it never ended well.

And then came Lorenzo. And suddenly things didn't feel like they were suffocating him

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Antonio couldn’t stand the feeling of his hair getting long.

It was a writhing feeling that always overwhelmed him like nothing else. As soon as it touched the back of his neck, he knew that it was getting too long and that it was time for a haircut. However, sometimes he didn’t manage to do that fast enough. In those cases, he always made the horrible decision to cut his hair himself and it never ended well.

Everyone around him always wondered why he waited so long to get his hair cut. Why didn’t he schedule anything earlier when he knew that this would happen and he would walk around for a day or two with the most botched haircut known to man. Really, he couldn’t tell you why he did it. It just happened that way. Calendars and phone apps never seemed to serve him well so he just waited until that awful day that he could feel his hair brushing against his neck.

It had been this way for a while. If anybody asked why Antonio hated having his hair long, he’d give a million answers and people assumed their own reasons. Because he just liked it shorter, because of sensory issues, because it was dysphoria-inducing. All of them were valid reasons and ones he had used before. But the reality was that none of those things were the reason why he couldn’t stand his hair getting long. There were other reasons hidden deep inside that he never let anyone see. Those parts of him were reserved for only the closest of people and even then, many of his friends didn’t make the cut.

Gilbert and Francois did. God who knows why. They were terrible influences and the most enabling of friends. Which was also really funny given that Francois and Gilbert did not get along at all half of the time. There was always some bickering and it was left to Antonio to figure out how to mediate. Funny for three people that lived together. But they always got up to something that was no good and encouraged each others wildest delusions. Still, it was nice sometimes to be young and to jump fences, sneak into pools, trespass abandoned buildings, and do other stupid things that made no sense. They were in their early twenties, they could afford it. And it was worth it every step of the way.

Despite the things they got up to and the arguments that broke out, Antonio trusted them with the world. So those parts of him that he wanted to hide deep down? They knew every inch of his persona. Yes, Gilbert and Francois were his closest friends. In all of their confusing, crass, delight. Antonio would have happily jumped from any bridge if they jumped to

“You keep waiting until your hair bothers you to schedule a haircut. Please don’t botch your hair up before your appointment this time.” Francois said upon seeing Antonio pulling at his hair — a habit he struggled to let go of.

“Last time you really went at it. Francois could have probably given you trim if you’d told him.” Gilbert said.

“No promises.” Antonio said, “My haircut is on Sunday and it’s only Tuesday.”

Francois threw his head back from the couch he was sitting on, “Please do not ruin your hair. I cannot keep lending you hats because you look like a toddler cut your hair. Honestly, I’m more amazed that you’ve managed to fail this much at cutting your hair for someone who always does this.”

Antonio laughed. Okay. Maybe it was a bit funny that he couldn’t manage to work a pair of scissors after this long. Even if the reasons that he fell victim to cutting his hair ran deeper. They were something that weighed on his mind heavily and often left him feeling like life was hopeless. Being able to joke about it sometimes made it feel better than it was.

“I’ll do my best.” he shrugged. That was all he could really promise.

[endwersed]

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The message was sent to you because someone loved your writing and stories. ❤️

▪️What are your writing suggestions for newcomers, or what would you have liked to know when you first started?

▪️How do you write different personalities and perspectives? Could you explain how you came up with the manner you written your favorite or any character?

▪️What do you do when you have writer's block?

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💐Thank you for your work as a writer and as a member of this fandom!💐

Oh this is so sweet and fun, thank you anon!! 💖

What are your writing suggestions for newcomers, or what would you have liked to know when you first started? Write what you love! It can be really easy to want to pander to what you know is popular because it's more likely to get engagement, but ultimately it just leads to a story that lacks passion. If you have fun with the story, it's likely your readers will too.

How do you write different personalities and perspectives? Could you explain how you came up with the manner you written your favorite or any character? Oof, this is a tough one to answer because... I'm not sure I know what I do or how I do it? lol. I write predominantly AUs, so I guess it helps to just have a fleshed out idea of their backstories and how those experiences might shape their personalities slightly differently to canon.

What do you do when you have writer's block? Honestly, I suffer lol. I'm terrible at getting out of it, and I'm in it a little bit at the moment. Just to keep myself engaged/in momentum I tend to plot out any and every story idea that comes to my head, just in case one of them manages to catch me long enough. Also, breaks definitely cannot be overrated.

How do you come up with new ideas and develop them? They play in my brain like my own personal little movie every night until I am powerless to do anything but write them down. If I have an idea when I'm not near my computer, I jot it in my Notes app on my phone, because otherwise I will 1000% forget it. I find that I also need to have a full, scene-by-scene plan of the entire story, start to end, before I can get started on it.

Any messages for your readers or fellow writers? You are welcome to answer if you have the time and desire, or you can simply respond to the questions that come to mind. Just to say I love all of my readers and all of my fellow writers, I adore how we're all still this obsessed with Sterek so many years on 😊

[alexanderlightweight]

This might be a big task, so just ignore it if it's to mental or time consuming. I love the list of verses it's super nice to have, but I wanted to ask if you or your partner have thought of adding links to the posts within the vers. I don't know how you organis all the prompts that you have answered, so I don't even know if it would be helpful for you.

i am very disorganized. the only reason i'm as organized as i am, as back when we were still long distance, @saeths threw a fit (i say fit but they just got really judgy and their voice went all soft and exasperated and all 'babe you cannot keep writing like this. you can never find anything and then you get sad'. because i had a bad habit of using desktop notes, minimizing them and then never being able to remember which of the hundred+ minimized notes was which.

i'm still missing half of those fics/ideas/metas because that laptop broke before i finished transferring/organizing things years ago

the plan is to move everything over to ao3 when i have the time and energy and saeth is up to helping me. except right now, all my energy is going into writing (its all i want to do lol) and so my poor ao3 is being neglected and i'll have to set aside a day or two of no writing to organize and transfer over.

also some verses have half a dozen links or more and i honestly don't have the time to keep it updated

i'm trying to figure out names for the verses as i write them now, so they're easier to find and tagging them with the name

i hope this explains some stuff and makes sense?

oh right. i forgot to actually explain.

i use scrivener and word doc depending on if i have my laptop or phone. so the fics are scattered between apps and also half of them just have working titles so i have to go through and figure out which one is which.

'magnus does a thing' makes sense to me when i'm writing, but not when i'm looking back going 'magnus does which thing?' also 'alec is smitten' is not as helpful a working title as i thought while writing when he's always smitten.

i open new scrivener projects each wednesday and each project has at least 20+ projects each week. 60+ on a few.

which means i have a couple hundred prompt fills to sort through whenever i want to find things

(this still drives saeth up the wall but its better than before so they take it)

From a few weeks ago. My working titles make almost no sense based on each verse but remind me of the prompts lol

So yeah that’s why

<3 lumine

Cold Alec is hoarfrost kiss on lips aflame. I hadn’t named it yet. I think I also called him ‘icy Alec’ at one point too

Also alec always has hoti training it was just very specifically about it based on the prompt lol

[destinyc1020]

phone addiction is real and normalized and i haaaate it. i feel like so many of us are on some level addicted to screens, and i just absolutely hate the feeling of it. like i love coming on here, seeing content, catching up, but when i'm away too long i honestly get really restless and feel like i 'have' to check to see whats up in the entertainment world. i've been working on this for years, too, trying to figure out ways to just chill and maybe log off of things for a few days, but i struggle to even manage that. what i want is just a nice balance of checking up on fandom stuff casually, not feeling like i need to do it or that i'm missing something if i'm away for a few days. it's baaad!! and then you go out and see people glued to their screens in restaurants, with their kids, in every situation possible. theres so many advantages to phones but i feel like their disadvantages aren't talked about enough. i love how tom has spoken up about stepping back from checking social media, i hope z for her own health does the same sometimes cause whew,cannot imagine being famous and having social media convo being about myself!

Yea girl....I feel you lol.

I think society has kind of normalized this behavior of "Phubbing" in public also. However, if you look back to old movies, or even old photographs, you'll see images or pictures of people casually enjoying one another's company at a restaurant and giving everyone their full attention.

But if you go out to eat in 2023, and look around a crowded restaurant, you're guaranteed to notice at least more than a few people phubbing the ppl they're with at the same table because they're deep into their phones. I've even seen a group of friends (not mine) all at the same table, and EVERY SINGLE ONE of them had their heads bent into their phones.... nobody talking to each other... 😑

I'm like, what's the point in even going out as a group of friends if all you're going to be doing is ignoring each other the entire night? Rofl 😆 🤣

Anyway, I totally agree with what Tom says about giving yourself a BREAK from social media, and just your devices in general!!🥰 That's just wise advice imo. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I know it sounds super crazy, but I guarantee you that if you were to delete all of your social media apps from your phone and stay away from them for two weeks, you will realize that you feel SO MUCH BETTER, and your addiction will subside. 😊

***You are addicted BECAUSE you keep going on these sites lol. If you stay away from them, the less you will be addicted, believe me. 💯

It will be tough, but that's why it's called an ADDICTION. That's classic addiction symptoms if you can't stop doing smthg, or you feel anxious or uneasy when you remove the addiction from your life.

However, it DOES get easier with every passing day that you don't give in to your addiction.

You're only feeding your addiction the more you go on it and can't stay stay away from it for many days.

Just like Tom noticed that he had a problem with alcohol and started to stay away from it, you can find (just like he did) that it gets easier the longer you stay away from it! 😊 The first step however is (as you've already done) recognizing that you have an addiction.

I know for me personally, I stop craving it when I get off of even Tumblr for a few days lol 😆 I highly recommend it. I also think that a lot of fans will STOP feeling so anxious about Tomdaya every two seconds when you're not following their every move every second of the day. 👀🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm telling you, NOT being addicted to your phone is a wonderful thing! 😊

You can even try a "Living in the 90s" Challenge by driving someplace close to home (maybe the grocery store or smthg) and actually *gasp*! leaving your cellphone at HOME!! 😳🤯😲

I'm getting anxiety just even thinking about doing that rofl 🤣, but I've actually contemplated doing that just as a challenge for myself to see if I can actually do it, and not break out in a cold sweat wondering where my phone is, what I'm missing, or whether someone has tried to reach me at some point lol 😅

I think what we will find when/if we do this, however, is that we're way more PRESENT in our lives, we make more conversations with ppl in public, and we will probably notice so many more things in our life when we leave the phone at home, or just leave it in our purse. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[warmcupoftea]

2025 is definitely starting off way differently than I thought, and I can't say it's in a bad way.

My resolutions weren't many, but I seem to have created new ones I wasn't expecting.

Deleting my social media off my phone wasn't something I was expecting, especially since it really did have its hooks into me. TIKTOK ESPECIALLY! I would easily spend up to 4 or more hours a day on that thing!!! I really had a problem. The seemingly imminent ban of Tiktok really started this domino effect for me. In my mind I was like "well, it seems like the ban is serious this time, maybe I need to start cutting the cord with it and dealing with whatever emotions that brings now instead of the day of." So I deleted it.

At first, embarrassingly, I found myself immediately swiping over to its former spot in my socials folder to open it, despite it not being there anymore. But as the day went along, I started feeling better quicker than I'd thought. I quit wanting it. To be honest, ditching cigarettes felt similar. Once I'd removed my access to it, I didn't want it. Part of it might be a weird sense of laziness. I don't want to go into the app store and redownload that and re-log in. I don't want to take that trip to the convenience store to spend money on another pack of cigarettes.

Next I deleted things like Bluesky. I just wasn't using that enough to warrant the storage being taken up on my stupid little brick. Twitter came soon after that. That one, I was slightly less addicted to than the cursed clock app. But addicted nonetheless.

Soon enough, I only had Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Discord, and Tumblr.

Tumblr soon replaced Tiktok in terms of my mindless scrolling. To be fair, I had been completely hooked on it since I was 11 going on 12. So it was just going from one addiction to a more familiar one of the past. I'd scroll ALLLLLL the way down until I was seeing old posts from several hours ago, refresh, then repeat.

I realized this was a problem at 2am when melatonin decided it was finished keeping me asleep through the night. I couldn't get back to sleep, so my brain thought its only option was to do the old Tumblr song and dance.

I then asked myself what the hell I was doing scrolling and scrolling and whatever at 2AM. I know it's pretty much normalized nowadays to throw away your sleep schedule for Tumblr and TikTok like a snot rag, but I really just had to ask myself "You're really doing this instead of AT LEAST closing your eyes?" Getting some form of rest? Tumblr is the first thing you reached for?

SO I set up a queue long enough for 50 days, and deleted Tumblr too. Then I said "oh what the hell, let's go with almost everything else too."

SO I got rid of everything except Instagram (it has been impossible for me to become addicted to that app. It really just cannot get me for some reason. I like checking it every now and again, but meh), Discord (I only have that for family and one or two friends to be entirely honest. And even then it's days or even weeks in between replies), and Pinterest (love Pinterest. Social media without the social. Just pretty images).

I didn't expect to love it so much immediately. I wasn't expecting to feel better so soon. Sure, I still swipe for that little blue square to open every now and again. But life is so much better like this. Life is so much better when the Internet is pretty much going back to being that one special place allocated to one area of your house, where you get to leave it pretty much all behind once you step outside that room, outside your house.

I still have YouTube, and plan to stop watching stupid slop content. I want to shift to more beneficial content like self help and learning new things. But that's about it really.

I can't wait to leave more internet behind me.

[mydyspraxiablog]

Today everything went wrong Alex alarm never went off at 8am so set two alarm now So have missing shower head going Penkridge Market but need going Toliet again ( I have difficulty with toliet at movements) Because want wee what didn't notice person before make mess on toliet sheet I sit in messing poo and blood on the floor mum was next door to me but could not help ( Busy do number two) so trying say but saw lot ladies que up and it was embarrassing promble think I did that but I didn't " " Felt dirty so have eat Jackets potatoes with cheese and beans big Jackets potatoes me and mum row " Why didn't notice any normal person it embarrassing that have tell Penkridge Market on CB Radio about Ladies toliet " " Give me mobie phone then so can pay for things it embarrassing went till keep change your mind thinking you push in now hear OAP " Thst family got no respect " Wonder who hear about laddies mess 9n CB Radio I know scarm be laughing this one been do high five" So have left Penkridge Market got going early on Penkridge Market on Wednesday for mum friends but won't be going not going for Christmas meal mess from Penkridge Market toliet with no clearer Mum really got my nerves saying do shower wrong and was in draft mood " It because haven't be out for long time even Support I did receive want me have mobile phone and track to me to Penkridge Market and Trentham Gardens byself but mum said no way to get mobie phone I wish was going Thiland with rest family but without mobie phone I can't mum said Only can mobie if use child track" As Adult think wrong but isn't back down. " Why do me need child app when buses tracks My former Support work told about that but won't let wear Sunflower hidden disabilities card with dyspraxia and Coelic only time can wear Sunflower hidden disabilities landyard is when going holiday to Turkey and wheelchair for free fast pass and assistance enter but still cannot have blue badge because of 14 points with PIP but can't drive in evenings all things want do dancing,Going to Trefoil guild ( Stone) but no transport for me get from Stafford to Stone need find Trefoil Guild in the day but haven't find one " Going hide cheque book not paid £21 sub don't do AGM meeting in cannock golf club" " I think tell family give extra food because eat two Roasted beef meal with Stone Trefoil Guild " I always saying in church " Oh want visit Trefoil Guild around the world but also want visit sponsor child in Ethiopia with Compassionuk Wonder if Ethiopia got Guide it bit can't write I Trefoil Guild to sponsor child in Ethiopia it would be nice have photo send but can't both organise charity send no. Also It £4 for Gluten-free bread from Co.op been Coelic is getting too expensive but not worry about because Friday from Stafford hospital on on shuffled bus to Stoke hospital ( Last journey was rude drive not happy going back to Stone even for Coelic test incudes blood test if have one more rude drive won't be going be request going cannock hospital instead. WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS THIS Friday . Another promble I got Echo won't turn off blue light what does that mean so have switch off in bedroom but not going down stair if other Echo got Bluelight think talk talk broadband playing up again now turn off wall my alarm won't wake me up 8am and 830am.

[demesa-jump]

Gabb Phone -- Is it worth it?

Gabb Phones definitely aren't too new, but were made and released in 2018 as an alternative to smartphones. Enabled with GPS tracking, parental approval mechanisms, logging on basically every app etc. this is a comprehensive tracking phone so parents can have peace of mind and help keep their kids safer.

As of October 2024, iPhones hold majority in the market with around 54-55 % of the market share and Gabb Phones (according to CanvasBusinessModel) are estimated to have peaked at 11% share in the market. So they have quite a long way to go to gain any sort of significant margins and favoritism with parents. Some folks might posit that it could be unaffordable (Pretty much petty to me, considering it's only around $49.99 for the basic Pro model...) some might argue it might be "dipping too much into stalker mode. teens need their privacy!" it's definitely tricky to balance the parenting mode and being too helicopter-ey.

Pinwheel phones are a bit more expensive, with the most expensive being around $500. However, their features are more comprehensive and thought out, and they have way more apps offered. Lastly, I couldn't find a market share % but as of 2023 they are currently sitting at #212 / 5000 in market/company standings. So, not too shabby as an alternative!

Another alternative to the Gabb Phone is Bark Phones. It's basically in-between the Pinwheel Phones and the Gabb Phones in terms of apps offered, parental monitoring (and the phone automatically takes screenshots too!) but they also have apps for iOS and Android, so buying a phone separately is not really necessary.

If I were a parent and saw this chart of qualities being compared I would likely choose Bark or Pinwheel. Many Parents are super busy and many are dual-income households constantly in the workplace. So while I cannot personally recommend for you, look and research into the best options for your family! Some teens have opened up online and have stated they feel phones like this are way too invasive (I have to agree!) If possible, try talking with your kid; be a partner in their care and have extremely open communication with them. It’s definitely tricky to get teenagers to open up but having a welcoming, trusting and open environment where they can come to you is one of the biggest things you can do to enable trust with your child! Practicing genuine kindness with your teen especially where it seems our world often lacks kindness can also make a huge difference. I would recommend being consistent and build trust before you consider getting these phones. 

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had a good talk with my mom about how hard speaking actually is for me. how much i force myself for others conveniences. im going to try using an AAC app on my phone more, as well as gestures and some ASL signs that shell learn. i feel really good about the convo and how it went. id never conveyed to her how hard it was. or how often i am truly "stretched thin" and pushing myself out of my window of tolerance. im really happy too, because i could just text her these big long paragraphs and shed texted back as well and that was nice. i can convey things so much better. more accurate, when its not verbal.

what initiated the convo, was id had another meltdown when forcing myself to talk some when she asked questions, and she didnt hear me, it didnt register at all, so she asked the same question multiple times, and it hurt to keep talking. so i kinda flipped out.

she was worried and wanted to understand what happened, so she texted me, and i explained best i could. she responded that she was worried, that she didnt think id had speech loss episodes in a long time.

but i told her i get them everyday, its not related to stress always. i just dont leave my room often, and if i cant talk then i avoid eye contact or put earbuds in, to avoid a situation where she might talk to me.

i explained in more detail how it feels, the struggles physically (its like, my mouth, my tongue, and my jaw are all separate parts im trying to consciously move, and im trying to get them to move through molasses, and they have a lag in response, if i can even get them to create the shapes i want), as well as the pain it can cause (its like, knives/nails scrapping/slicing all the nerves/veins in my body). that when i am able to force words out, i do, because i want to communicate and connect, and thats what i thought would be the only accepted form.

afaik, all the parts i am connected to and have communication with, have some level of difficulty with speech. others much more than some, some cannot make any mouth sounds, and some parts have decreased lanaguge comprehension as well. they cannot type or articulate things like i am, their thoughts are more "simple" and some dont think in words, they think in emotions and vibes and sensations.

there is a trend between parts with different amounts of speech abilities, which i want to make a post about later.

but right now im just grateful for my mom, and excited for communicating in easier ways with her! i have a strong desire for connection, communication, but i struggle so much with forming and creating speech, as well as translating my thoughts into words when speaking. so im excited to have a method of communication, connection! and a method where i can more easily and accurately make my thoughts accessible. and although my mom and i have our issues, im really grateful that shes always willing to learn, and to listen. she just wants me to be happy, and she said even if i never spoke outloud again, that she loves me and well find ways to communicate, shell learn how to listen.