#don't embarass youself.

[girlbossagenda]

How to stop feeling embarassed for everything

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I know a lot of people struggle with this, this is the same for me, but I've overcame the severe part and I'm here to share some tips to stop feeling embarassed about everything.

୨୧Undestand you can't control everything୨୧

This is so important, cause it lifts a lot out of weight off your chest, undestand that sometime things are not always dictated by your actions, you may just play around 30%-70% of a role in your circumstances, but it's never always 100% . So dont put all the blame on you.

୨୧Will this matter in 5 years?୨୧

Always ask this question to yourself, "Will all of this matter in five years?", if not avoid overthinking it and if you can't help it, scream, cry and journal or record youself while you say everything out lout, but don't treat it like something that it's going to matter in a range of five years, especially if you are young.

୨୧show up for yourself୨୧

It can be as simple as a face mask, cooking a new meal or taking a shower, but you need to show love to youself and to relax your mind and body, writing love letters to youself can be very useful for when you need uplifting affirmations, try to create a comftable envirioment to relax.

୨୧do what you can do best୨୧

Part of feeling embarassed comes from our inability to compleate certain tasks or a feeling of inadeguacy, doing something that you are good at it's going to help you remember that if you are not good at this, you are good at that, or that your value didn't decrease, because you still have other skills to offer.

This is all for today hunns, I hoped this helped you, I will make a mini series with all my advices/guides so if you want to read more guides and tips make sure to stay in tune with this blog, and if you want more advices or simply ask a question you can click the "advice" button on my profile! I will gladly answer you, I hope you'll have a beautiful week xoxo gourgeous!

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[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Ghost x Reader

NSFW, 18+, Shameless Smut, No Plot, Porn w/out Plot, Sex in the dark, Explicit, Graphic Language, Teasing, Touch-Starved Touching, Embarassing, First Time Together, Fingering, Sloppy Kisses, Somewhat Rough Sex, slightly Intimate, Ghost is a bit of a dom, Reader's a bit snarky, Slightly Proof Read, I'll fix what I miss later :)

First time writing a smut one-shot with zero plot sooooo here's my trial run. I'm a recovering former Catholic schoolgirl, bear with me. Enjoy. （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）♡

Word Count: 2.4k

Also I take requests, or I would like to, or I might just poll who I should write next. ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ My other one-shot Soap | Price

You step into a dark bedroom, reaching over to flip on the light switch. That's when you feel Ghost's cold, gloved hand stop you halfway. Your hand, which is small in comparison to his own, can't help but be encompassed by his sudden grasp.

The door shuts behind you both, you and Ghost now standing in a nearly pitch-black bedroom. Alone.

"The lights stay off," Ghost orders.

The gravelly-like sound of his voice is deep in this empty room, soothing through your ears and sending a chill down your spine. You can just make out the large silhouette of his body, towering over you like a great, big shadow. Ready to devour you and leave you used.

And you wanted him to use you. To fill you with all he has to give. You've lusted for his touch since you first laid eyes on him. You longed to feel his strong grasp around your throat, his teeth against your skin, his cock buried deep in you. You always wondered what a man who brandishes a skull mask of all things would desire of you.

Your own hand could only suffice for so many nights. It was time for the real thing.

And you knew Ghost had wanted it too. He had wanted you bad. Not being able to have you until now only fueled his growing insatiable craving for you. His skin practically simmers from the rising arousal.

"No lights at all?" You pout.

"What's the matter?" The teasing tone to his voice lowers, as does his hand, as you feel his fingers trail up your arm. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake, before he's let it rest at the side of your jaw, taking a soft hold of your face. "You afraid of the dark?"

You feel his deep, olive eyes look you up and down hungrily through the darkness. Exploring every inch of your body. He could picture all the curves to you, his hands hardly able to keep away from reaching out. Envisioning your body shaking by the end of this, the anticipation having his blood rushing just thinking about it.

His thumb lightly trails over your lip, the glove of his thumb gently grazing it, faintly tugging. He parts them for himself, your tongue just slightly brushing against him. It makes a whimper leave your lips, as you start to playfully nip at the fabric of his glove with your teeth, coaxing something dark inside him.

"It's just us now, love," Ghost whispers. "I want these walls crumblin' down once I'm through with you."

You lift both your hands and let them dance delicately over his, your own hands so small it takes the two of them to even hold the entire thing. You tug at the fabric, removing the glove from his skin and revealing his bare knuckles to you. If not for the dark which surrounded them.

Unable to truly see him for youself, you let your touch fill that yearning to look upon him. You let the glove fall to the floor, as your hands take his again, your warmth clashing with the iciness of his own touch.

"Why don't you make that happen then," you taunt him.

You take his index finger and bring it to your lips, letting your tongue slowly swirl around it, as your saliva coats him, your breath making his skin shiver. You gently bob your head forward and suck his finger, taking your time getting it wet for him. Only just faintly being able to make out his mask in the dark.

You hear Ghost let out a heavy breath, before he's got you pressed flush against the door. He uses his large thigh between your legs and his other arm to box you in, his body pressing roughly against you, keeping you pinned against the door.

You were at a point of no return now. If this was what you wanted, then Ghost was prepared to give it to you, as he saw fit.

Ghost brings his free hand down, roughly pulling down the short little skirt you'd had your ass hanging out of all night, until you've felt the fabric hit your ankles below you. The second they hit the floor, Ghost plucks his finger from your lips, deciding to swap for a new pair to play with instead.

His fingers dip beneath your lace panties, letting those fall to your feet next, the chill of his hand making you jolt lightly, as you gasp. That's when he feels how dripping wet you had been this whole time. You coat the man's fingers in a matter of seconds, which he can't help but chuckle at.

"Fuckin' hell," he teases you. "Say less."

"Fuck you," you tease.

Ghost responds by bringing two wet fingers to your clit, massaging smooth circles against it, and sending a jolt of knee-wobbling pleasure through you. He gets the rhythm down damn near instantly, working a magic you should have only known he possessed. You can't help but moan to his touch, your head pressing back against the door as your body chases his fingers.

"You were saying?" Ghost teases you again. Only this time, before you've time to say something else, you feel his fingers make their way towards the entrance of your cunt, ghosting the hole purposefully, letting his hands grow damp with you. It makes the air catch in your throat.

His fingers slowly curve in, the warmth of your walls gripping tightly in retaliation. He pumps them in and out, going just a little deeper, each time they sank back in.

Pretty soon you've felt him go knuckle deep, his palm smacking roughly against your clit at each thrust. Each time left you throbbing with arousal, making you shake. The visceral, wet noises that came from your cunt paled in comparison to the moans you released alongside them.

The sensation was almost so overwhelming that your mind couldn't think straight. Tears welled at the corners of your eyes, as your voice took a mind of its own, letting Ghost know vocally just how much you enjoyed having his fingers roughly play with you like that.

Ghost would never forget these sweet sounds you made for him. They'll live in his mind 'til the day he dies, he's sure. As he'll be forever chasing after them now. Hearing you had been a newfound high

He eventually takes his hands from you, your fluids leaving a web-like trail on its exit out. In that brief moment, having found some composure over yourself, you let your hands raise up, until they've stopped at the edge of Ghost's balaclava.

You pause before attempting to lift it up, letting your fingers rest there, signaling to him what you wanted.

"Can I?" you ask.

Ghost pauses.

One of his hands meets your wrist, though it doesn't attempt to pull you away. Holding you there, instead. Hesitantly even.

Right now, he appeared but a dark figure you could only just make out, hellbent on seeing you at your most vulnerable. Ghost wouldn't let you see him. Not completely. And you would respect that. You could be happy with just the touch of him instead. The taste of him in your mouth could be enough.

Tonight at least.

When you see he won't stop you, you slowly begin to lift up his mask. You feel the fabric glide up the sides of his neck as he holds his breath. You bring it to the bridge of his nose, letting your fingers graze against his cheeks, and tracing the stubble of his defined jawline. Simply trying to feel a picture of him in to your mind.

The whole time, Ghost stands there frozen. Letting you touch him, not having let someone do so in such an intimate matter in quite some time now. Too long of a time. He's forgotten how bare it makes him feel. And yet, he didn't want you to stop.

You mirror his actions from before, letting your thumb brush against his bottom lip. You feel it quiver, and it makes you smile.

"Don't get shy now," you purr.

You flip that switch in him, and like a predator that's just caught its prey, his mouth is on yours, pressing against you so hard that his body nearly smashes you against the door. It releases a gasp out of you, one that Ghost uses to let his tongue take a quick swipe against yours, stealing a taste.

You chase his as it retreats, your lips following him organically. As though your mouths were two puzzle pieces; perfectly fitted for one another.

His kisses quickly turn starved, his tongue exploring every available inch your mouth provided to him, dominating you in every way. Letting you know that from here on out, your mouth belonged to him and him alone. Your lips. Your tongue. Your taste. You.

You belonged to him now.

You nip at his lip suddenly, giggling at the little gasp he lets out afterward. In response, Ghost brings his hands to the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head, leaving you now bare before him, just as a silhouette in the dark to him as he were to you.

He brings his teeth to the groove between your neck, searing them deep and bringing a light hiss out of you. At the same time, his hands meet your breast, his finger gently rubbing against your nipples, as his palms massaged you gingerly.

His hands feel you as though he planned to sculpt a new woman out of you, and his lips trail down your neck as though they could help him memorize the taste your skin left lingering at every peck.

Your fingers grip at the back of his neck, pulling him in, clawing into what little skin he left bare for you to feel beneath his lifted mask. The sting your nails leave makes him throb almost painfully so.

Ghost pries his lips from you, letting his hands slide roughly down past your ass, before taking hold of your thighs. With one quick movement, he hoists you up, allowing your legs to straddle his waist. He then presses himself against you, grinding hard into you.

The sudden flood of ecstasy it washes over him brings a low, shaky breath out of him. One he wasn't too used to making. He continues grinding against you, keeping your back pressed against the wall and both his large hands gripped firmly beneath your ass, his hands moving you almost like you were his own personal doll.

And you submit.

You submit completely to him, keeping your hands wrapped around his neck, as the grinding of his hardening cock through his uniform re-erupts that lustful flood he'd pulled out of you only minutes ago.

Using the wall to help keep you upright, Ghost brings one of his hands down to the buckle of his pants, undoing them and allowing him to lower his them. Just enough for him to take hold of himself and uncover from his briefs.

It seems he's had enough of the teasing and the foreplay.

"You know we have a bed," you joke.

"I like to work on my feet," Ghost quips back.

You feel the head of his member begin to play at your folds, lightly spreading them apart, and preparing for what felt like would be something slightly larger than what you were used to. It makes the core of your groin quake with anticipation.

Ghost continues to tease himself against you, his breath growing shakier by the second, as precum began to slick between you. His hand on your ass tightens, and he brings himself to the center of your core once more.

You feel his eyes on you.

"Think you can take it?"

You swallow and then nod.

"Give it to me already."

As quickly as the words leave your mouth, Ghost lets himself thrust deeply into you, your walls just barely being able to take in the entire length of him. It sends a sharp sensation up your body, bubbling out into one of the loudest moans you've ever felt yourself let out. You feel it travel all the way up to your throat, making your heart race as though you'd just run a triathlon.

Once he saw you could take him, Ghost pumped deeper into you, pushing further and further in at every thrust, gliding in and out with ease. Soon you've taken him completely, feeling him smack against your cunt hard.

His lips find yours again, not wanting to waste another second away from you, as his fingers dig deep into your skin, forcing you to take all of him, as you willingly let him do what he wants with your body. He clearly knew what it wanted best.

He purposefully pulls back out slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him leave your pussy, and stopping just before his head can exit. He then comes back in sharply, earning that chilling moan from you every time. He could go all night listening to it.

"That's right, lovey," Ghost pants against your lips. "That's fuckin' beautiful."

Ghost picks up his speed, each pump growing faster. Eventually, the pace had increased so much that you stopped noticing the blood you were drawing at the back of his neck from digging into it so roughly. Just as you didn't notice the forming bruises on your ass from how hard Ghost had been holding you.

All you could feel was him inside you, giving you everything he had to give, and hitting that sweet spot every single time.

"I'm so close!" you gasp out. You slide your hands back over to his face, cradling his cheeks in your palms, letting him know you were looking him in his eyes. Somehow you felt you could see his right now. "Cum with me."

Ghost takes your lips one final time, getting one last good taste of you, as he feels your walls tighten around him, your body vibrating, as you moan into his lips.

The orgasm shakes you so hard that your body moved almost involuntarily. The mixture of warmth and tight compression is enough to finally get it out of him as well, as Ghost cums alongside you, his cock throbbing against the heat of your cunt.

He lets out a breathy moan, his forehead resting against yours, as you both fight to catch your breaths.

As the moments settled, and your heart rates began to rest, you both continued to let faint images of each other dance in your minds, as un-pronounced as when you first walked in.

"Maybe we can have a nightlight on next time," you joke.

Ghost is quiet for a second, still attempting to reassess himself. He clears his throat before speaking again.

"I'm up for that."

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[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

[alfamangle]

You've always had a guardian angel, a being who's sole purpose is to keep you out of harms way. A friend. A canary you keep in the cage of yourself to warn you of danger.

As a kid she's nudged you away from traffic, preventing you from falling into ditches, and from petting wild animals with saliva filled with diseases bound to kill. A benevolent force. A welcome one. Its glistening sword, light always reflecting off the metal of the blade to make it seem like it glowed with the light of the midday sun, always blocking any hazard from ever reaching you.

As you grew older, she stepped in more. After all the older you are the more hazards you would encounter. Her hair the color of golden hour spilled over her shoulder as she stepped in the way of your car.

"Oh, you know you can't do that, dear, you know the hazards of driving. What if you drive off the road, don't turn fast enough and crash headfirst into a tree at full speed, or miss a light and crash into another car killing you both? We can't have that, can we?" Her voice sang, like songbirds given human speech. Her wings blocked your view of the vehicle. You asked someone else to drive that day. And the day after. And the day after that. It has been so long since you touched the driver's wheel.

You try walking to a stranger to talk to them, before you're stopped. Sword placed between you and them. They don't notice her, of course. She's your angel, not theirs. She sings of the danger of strangers and how you might be harmed by them. If not that you might embarrass yourslef and they would remember, oh they would remember. Everyone would remember. You can't have that.

You like talking to strangers, it's always a nice experience. But she sings it repeatedly until you relent. Either way, you cannot walk through a sword. Talking from across a room is silly. You mustn't be seen as silly.

Her robe the color of sunsets sweeps the ground as you place foam on the edges of sharp tables in your house. She warned that you could trip and fall and break a tooth on the edges. She sang it til it was true and you prevented yourself from harm.

Its been ages since you truely went outside. You mustn't drive it's too dangerous turned into you mustn't be in a veihicle it's too dangerous turned into you mustn't walk on sidewalks it's too close to the road turned into you mustn't go outside there's too many things out there that could bring you to harm. Her twilight colored eyes stare into yours as she stands in your doorway, gripping her sword tightly. She still sings of things that could harm you, things you could do that you musnt or else your world, and by extension yourself, will come to harm, and anything else she could think of to make you 'safer'.

You haven't spoken to your friends in a very long time. Friends will remember embarassing moments and failures much better than strangers, she states the melody of her tune feeling ever so slightly off, you love your friends and they love you back you are sure of it. You cannot say no to a sword and a song repeated enough times you can hear it in your sleep so it rings true like a tocsin.

Your house is a shell of itself. You musnt have sharp edges or pointed things, as you could harm youself or some other object. You cant have scissors, as you might cut up some important document. You cannot allow that to happen. Your fireplace is always dormant and cold with is doors shut to keep out the wind that crawls down the chimney and to keep yourself from falling into it. You cannot have a knife sharper than a butter knife, as you may cut something or someone. Even items that once were 'safe' no longer are. Its a safe life yet not a good one.

"Its for your health, dear, you mustn't come to harm. That is my purpose, you know this." she crooned after you asked her what all of this was for. Soft feathers pet your head.

You can't keep living life like this, could you?

Reminder: Guardian angels must keep their human safe. They cannot do anything else. They cannot harm their human.

You confront her in your bedroom as she sings about how you really shouldn't keep the windows open, dear. You grab the sword out of her hand, its much longer than any sword a human is meant to hold, of course, but you weild it all the same.

You push the angel to the ground and turn the sword against its owner. She cannot do much against this but beg and plead and sing about how bringing her to harm would ultimately bring you to harm. Angels aren't prepared to be turned on, to have someone resent them. Twinking night pools on the brown carpet and is splattered on the silver of the blade, a foot holds down a thrashing wing. She continues to toll like a broken bell, a scratched record replaying the same segment of song over and over and over. You raise her sword once more as the morning sun's light spills out of the open window into your room.

You can't kill an angel. They aren't mortal in the same way you and I are. Their life is tied to the human they are assigned to. So there she lays in your bedroom since that day, still singing her songs of how to keep you safe. She has stopped singing for her safety, either no longer registering the fact she's now pinned to the floor or choosing to ignore it. You've stopped listening to her always now, she still convinces you to avoid some things that most people wouldn't, but its better now. You ride the bus to the locall arcade. You promised to meet your friend there afterall.

You’ve always had a literal guardian angel- but she’s currently bleeding out on your bedroom floor.

[waitingforeddyneddy]

you’re so deep in your meltdown you’re telling on yourself, admitting you stalk the instagram account of a bridgerton writer, following fan accounts on twitter you say you hate, “Simone unfollowing her right after filming season three is another reason I think she's not coming back in the future seasons”, admitting that your theories are based on instagram activity, admitting you make things up (charithra “throwing tantrums” but your follow up proves it a lie) girl wtf are you doing? embarrassing yourself like this on the daily for fucking bridgerton

I mean, if you really wanna go this deep allow me to tell you, that instagram screenshot was sent to me by someone yesterday, like the majority of screenshots I get...they are sent to me. Try to turn on your brain for a minute...how can I stalk accounts who I have blocked and blocked me back? are you keeping up? all good? the only reason I was able to quote milfthany or whatever the fuck her name is the other day is because she unblocked me for whatever reason lmao.

Also CC's tantrums and all those embarassing outbursts about jack the ripper and feeling overwhelmed, and feeling like a real bride on her wedding day are very well documented. So is her refusal to answer a simple fucking question about Simone. And so is Golda's. How are you going to embarass youself like this

about simone unfollowing Golda after she was done filming...yeah that's right that's my own theory. There's also her saying "I don't know" when asked about s4, another well documented interview

honestly embarassing for you but keep your head high my queen

[forelsketparadise]

Yuki got in Q3 in Miami,Baku,France, while Pierre got in Bahrain, Saudi, Miami, Baku. One more than Yuki. It could have been more if he wasn't fucked up often. It literally has been more of a team thing than Pierre's . Only sliverstone and Austria can be said that he failed.

Saudi- had his car tapped

Australia- got impended by Yuki.

Imola- team didn't leave enough time for either of them to get another lap.

Spain - engine issues(smoke and everything)

Monaco- got impeded by Yuki and team didn't let him go first

Canada- his brakes broke during a pit stop.

Sliverstone - couldn't get temperature in tyres.

Austria- checo's lap time not getting deleted stopped him. He should have been P10 at the end of Q2.

France- wasn't given enough fuel for another run. He was improving.

Hungary - got timed deleted unfairly

Yuki outqualifed Pierre 5 times (Imola,Spain,Monaco,France,Hungary) Pierre qualified Yuki 8 times (Bahrain,Saudi, Australia, Miami,Baku, Canada, Sliverstone,Austria) even if we remove Saudi because Yuki didn't get a lap in and Canada because Yuki was taking penalty Pierre still out Qualified Yuki more.

And if we talk about Race, Pierre had 3 DNF (Bahrain, Miami, Sliverstone) Yuki has 1 DNS and 2 DNF (Saudi, Canada,France) in the remaining races then only in Imola and Spain Yuki finished ahead. Pierre finished ahead 5 times (Australia, Monaco, Baku, Austria, Hungary). Yuki got into points thrice (Bahrain, Imola and Spain) so did pierre (Saudi, Australia and Baku). Twice Yuki's points came because of retirements ahead of him. Only imola was not because of retirements. Pierre didn't required retirement to score points. Pierre is also ahead in championship. P13 to P16.

Pierre engine fried in Bahrain, he experienced extreme pain in both Saudi and Baku. Got hit by Zhou in sprint race got damaged. Imola main race stucked in a Drs train and was forced to drive in mode 1 by Hamelin. Alonso punted him in Miami destroying the car Also contact with Lando. Esteban did that in Spain and damaged the front wing and damaged floor. Team didn't recognise it was broken or replaced it for most race also had a contact with Lance. Monaco 6 and 12 second pit stops stopped him from getting points. Canada he had to be in management mode was asked to lift off in all laps. Sliverstone Yuki destroyed his car. Sprint in Austria broke left side of floor and front wing after contact with Lewis. He was forced to pit at lap 12 without consulting him. Upset he got into an incident. Was told multiple time to lift off for brakes cooling. Apart from his contact with Lance Lewis and seb none of it was Pierre's fault. He also had a permanent brake issue since Canada.While Yuki only had an issue in Baku with the rear.

If Yuki starts ahead of Pierre and ends up behind him all the time you can't say he is handling the shitbox better especially because Pierre's car has had issues after issues weekend after weekend.

Pierre was literally faster and ahead of him despite the car broken badly in Miami, Barcelona and Sliverstone. Even in Hungary he was 108 seconds behind Pierre. That's actually embarassing for Yuki.

[books-and-catears]

Hii i'm not sure if your requests are open or not (if they're closed feel free to ignore this ❤) but could I request the brothers reacting to MC running up to them and hugging them after they get home from ~demon business~ and crying "I thought I lost you"

This ask is so pure and wholesome I- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

It was a sudden call to say the least. Diavolo had summoned all the Avatars of Sin to aid him in fighting against a planned resistance against the monarchy.

"Can I come along? I have some powers too you know" You tried to reason with them as they packed away food and weapons.

"Don't worry MC, it might have been long since I've been an Admiral but I damn well know how to lead troops into war." Levi's confidence was assuring.

"A war?! It's a war??"

"Its only a small scale revolt, MC. Don't let him put silly ideas in your head. We'll be back before tomorrow." Satan reassured you as you handed him a book of attack spells.

"It's too dangerous out there, MC. Just wait for us at Purgatory Hall. We'll be back before you know it." Beel smiled and patted your head, as you handed him the last devil apple.

You paced around in your room along with Luke. It was cute how the little angel was worrying about Barbatos too. Simeon and Solomon were tasked to keep you both safe so they had to make sure you didn't just run to the area of conflict.

The day was almost over when you heard a familiar conundrum on the streets. Luke and you peeked outside the window and saw all the demons headed your way, cheerful and celebrating.

He was barely a few steps inside when you ran and pounced on them, wrapping your arms around him. Your voice was shaky with emotion.

"I thought I lost you!"

Lucifer

Shocked at first but then chuckles and holds you gently. Cups your face with one hand and makes you look at him.

"What do you take me for, MC? You think you'd lose me in a measly battle against these lowly demons?"

Is so touched that you'd be this worried about him. Because how often does anyone worry about the all powerful Lucifer? Only you, that's who. Is it any wonder he exploits his position to keep you close?

Let's you sleep in his room and tells you how the battle went in short to assure you he wasn't ever in harm's way.

Mammon

Holds you in time so you both don't topple over. Is very taken aback and his face turns into a ripe tomato.

"Oi human, you almost hurt youself! Be more careful will ya?! Wha- what are ya crying for? It's not that easy to win against the Great Mammon!"

Gloats about how you'd obviously worry about the Great Mammon, but you needn't worry because he's again the Great Mammon. (Shut up Belphie, he's not being stupid, it makes perfect sense.)

Doesn't let go of your hand the whole time. Was secretly worried all this time that some of the demons might have headed your way.

Leviathan

Actually falls back. He was not ready for this at all. Levi.exe has stopped working. His arms awkwardly try to hold and match your grip but he's feel like he's died and gone back to heaven somehow.

"MC?! Are you..crying?! Haaahh??? For...for me?!" *dumbfounded tomato head noises*

After finally accepting the fact that you were worried and getting over the embarassment of impulsively hugging you, he finally tells you how the battle went.

Ends up going on a rant and telling about all the battles he fought even up in the Celestial realm.

Satan

Catches you right in time before you both topple over. Laughs at how cute you look in a state of worry. Holds you close to his chest, to hide the blush on his own face.

"You do realise the whole point of my sin to destroy people, MC? And yet here you are worrying about me?"

Loves that you keep following him around like a clingy kitten as he cleans himself up and prepares to rest in his room.

Tells you all the events of the battle like a bed time story, all the while losing his mind when you hold on to him tighter at the scarier parts.

Asmodeus

Oh he was completely expecting this. Not only does he catch you in time, he even hoists you up in the air and twirls you around.

"Oh my,MC! You missed me that much?! I did too, darling! Come here let's make up for all that lost time!"

Laughs and presses kisses on your cheeks when he sees how worried you were, and literally just has his arms around you for the rest of the day.

Usually he likes to fall asleep on time for his beauty sleep but he pulled an nighter just talking to you and telling you about everything, especially how amazing he was.

Beelzebub

You're relieved to see him? Did you not see the goofy little grin on his face when you rushed towards him? Another one who holds you and lifts you in the air.

"You thought you lost me? Don't worry, MC - I was the main defender of the Heavens. I'm absolutely used to this."

Follows you around like a happy puppy and is so overjoyed at you not letting go of his hand. If staying by your side gives you comfort, he'll do exactly that.

Next morning he'll probably call you to come see him working out, as if it's his way to assure you that he's strong enough to always come home to you.

Belphegor

What the- MC wait, not now he's too tired- THUMP. Yeah you're both on the floor. Did you really expect this tired cow to hold you in time? Now you're stuck there on the floor, because you're too warm and he's too tired to get up.

"What? You thought I'd die in that silly battle? I might be lazy MC, but I do know how to kill efficiently." Of course he does, MC knows that all too well.

Donot ask him about his day he's too tired to speak about it. Takes a shower and crashes on your bed, even Mammon barging in and screaming isn't going to wake him.

But he's really grateful you were worried, so he holds you close and snuggles up to you, occasionally running his hands through your hair, to reassure you.

[i-eat-pretty-things]

oh my gods, i never thought i'd find someone like this ever, i thought being stuck in the middle is actually really weird. like, i often find myself replying with "it depends" to questions or if i share my opinion in something, i open it and say something like "well of course, you can argue against what i said with these points, and that's valid" its like i could never fully commit myself to one mode of thinking! and it frustrated me for the longest fucking time because it made me feel so small compared to others who have strong convictions; "THIS is what i believe and Im STICKING TO IT NO MATTER WHAT" idk but i cant fucking do that 😭😂 i would take steps back and go "hmmm... are you sure? sounds a bit extreme..."

not all our views line up...

i dont read about politics, and i dunno if the right-left thing doesnt work where im from since i aint american? but most of the time, nothing much about my home changes, no matter who's in charge. i would say im pro-choice. i dunno if i would call myself a feminist or not, i don't read a lot about today's feminist movement. i would say that i dont consider myself a Catholic anymore, just whatever was taught to me doesn't jive. i love the freedom of witchcraft, but i dont like the word "manifestation" (my mom uses it all the time and it sounds soooo new agey) even though that's what a lot of—if not all— practitioners do. i also love how our living world and its wonders have logical explanations from science, its fascinating how we know all this stuff and how a lot of it are backed up by evidence and tests, but it sometimes gets in the way of how i feel about spirits, fey/fae, sirens/mermaids and other mystical, wonderful things. i think mentioning aliens are kind of silly but that's probably because the people around me use them in contexts like "they built the pyraminds of giza" even though i believe they were built by human hands. but if you were to tell me that aliens exist because the unfathomabke amount of planets out there would have at least ONE with intelligent life, i would believe you. i agree with what you said, 'hunting for sport' just feels... unnecessary and cruel. although i dont think they should be used against humans either, i can still understand why one would need it for defense. i've grown a little fascinated by archery but I don't have any plans to hunt with it, at the very most I'd do what Merida does in Brave, riding a horse and shooting targets to get that feeling. also im pansexual, just felt like adding hehe XD

... but i think that's a really good thing! that means there will be hours upon hours of just talking and learning from each other. honestly sounds like a great time! i hope... 😅

and o boy, i hate narcissists too, and i never really got people who call themselves empaths. i dont remember if i ever encountered one face to face, but just seeing them make themselves the stars of the show online for no good reason makes me want to punch into a sidewalk or something. it makes me physically violent.

i think i get what you feel when you write about youself like this, i felt pretty embarassed wiritng all this ^-^|| like maybe i got it all totally wrong and just embarassed myself. but what do i have to lose lol , its worth a shot💜

hope my response wasnt a bother to read, i really enjoyed your post and resonated with the feeling, so i thought i'd hop on the convo. hope you have a good rest of your day!

Reasons why my ass will never fit in anywhere:

I HATE EXTREMES

I like both liberal and conservative beliefs, but I also hate both liberal and conservative beliefs. Anyone who is on one extreme or the other, I most likely will not get along with.

I consider myself Christian. But ya know what, I dislike a lot of Christians. Oh boy do I love my god! But sometimes Christian's can be such a-holes.

Oh, and I may believe in god, but I love learning about other beliefs. Especially witchcraft. Magic gets them nips hard 😆

Oh yeah and I have a very non Christian sense of humor.

Humor is very important to me. It's the only way I can cope with this fucked up life.

I'm a gun loving vegan who is pro life and, yes go ahead and send me hateful messages about how stupid I am, I am kind of anti feminist as well. Do I believe in equality? yes. I am all for equality. Do I believe feminists now days believe in equality? Sorry but not really. Will I hate you if you call yourself a feminist? Nah, that would be stupid. But if you hate me for not calling myself a feminist, we won't get along. And if you're a guy who makes fun of women, we also won't get along.

I am pro gun because I believe we should be able to defend ourselves. But I don't believe that we should use them for hunting. I understand hunting for survival. But if you hunt for sport and find it fun, you either don't know any better because you grew up in a home where that was normalized (I've been there) or you're a fucking psychopath.

If you laugh at or get offended by people having compassion for children or animals, we can't be friends.

Am I a crazy person who believes in conspiracy theories? Sometimes. One thing I know for sure is I'm not a flat earther. But I do think it's crazy if you don't believe in the possibility of aliens. I MEAN COME ON THERE'S SO MANY PLANETS OUT THERE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT EARTH IS THE ONLY ONE WITH LIFE ON IT??

Doubt it.

I'm all for body positivity. If you can love yourself for who you are, that is absolutely great and I love that. But don't go around talking shit and bashing people who want to wear makeup, get plastic surgery or promote getting healthy. People can do whatever makes them happy as long as they aren't physically harming someone. The idea that someone getting surgery or talking about health will hurt some insecure person's feelings so we shouldn't do it is just ridiculous. Someone who is insecure will most likely be hurt by a lot of things. It's no reason to attack someone. So basically positivity isn't just for those who are anti makeup or anti surgery. Guys, let's stop bashing people for wearing makeup or getting a nose job. Its getting really annoying and its turning into bullying. Instead of bashing, let's lift each other up and be encouraging.

I am bisexual. Because equality haha but that's really not something that is accepted by Christians. So I don't really go to church. I don't really feel welcome.

I love deep conversations. I'm okay with small talk. But I'm not really interested in a friendship where that's all there is to it. Sure I'll pick up the phone and ask how your day is going and ask what you've been up to. But I also love when someone goes "so I've been thinking a lot lately about past lives and shit" or talk about your likes/dislikes. Let's talk about fears or places you'd like to travel. Would you rather questions and jokes that make zero sense but they make you laugh so hard it hurts. What dreams have you had this week and do you think they mean anything? Just deep shit mixed in with some casual "I just found something new at the store and i love it" whether that's a new vegan product, paintbrushes, a crystal.. idc I just love hearing about beliefs and things that make you happy.

Also if you like going shooting and want a buddy to tag along, I'll totally go. I'll also go shopping. Just because I like guns and getting my hands dirty doesn't mean I don't want to go to the mall and find cute shit.

On the negative side, sometimes I get angry at those that lack compassion and empathy. Narcissists really get my blood boiling. But I also really hate when people who are just looking to get angry over every little thing call themselves empaths. You aren't an empath, you just like complaining about everything and talking crap about others to feel better about yourself. A lot of these "empaths" have very narcissistic traits.

Oh yeah, I grew up with covert narcissistic siblings. So you could say I'm very fucked up emotionally and probably have some toxic traits because of my childhood. But you know what, it's also made me very understanding and less judgmental of some people. It's made me realize that you can't always trust anyone and that sometimes the people that you think are bad, are really just the victim.

Also, I may sound very narcissistic right now writing all this shit about myself, but you know what? I actually never really talk about myself that much. I never open up and I never tell people who I really am because I'm always scared that people will think I only care about myself. But thats not the case. I really hope that someday I can find someone who can know all of this about me be like "hey me too" and actually understand what its like. I love my husband so much. He's always been supportive of me and the least judgmental out of everyone in my life. But sometimes it gets so lonely because it feels like no one fully understands. Almost everyone hates me for not taking sides. Someone will hate me for being shy because i don't ever text or call or start a conversation. It's not because I don't like you, its because I don't want to bother you. And no matter how much you tell me that I'm not bothering you, I will always still feel like I'm bothering you. One of my toxic traits lol And others will hate me for opening up and telling them my beliefs because I'm either dumb for caring about animals or I'm dumb for being pro life or I'm a sinner because I don't fit and this perfect little box that Christians want me to fit into blah blah blah.

So far it feels like I'm screwed either way.

If anyone sees this and goes "dude me too" tell me about it. I want to find my tribe. Even if my vibe is a little all over the place lol I hope to find those like me. People who love balance, deep conversations, and don't mind going a while without talking but pick right back where we left off because grudges suck and real friends don't have to talk 24/7 to be real friends 😁

Hopefully I don't sound too much like a bitch. Lol

[sapphireaster]

Busy Mornings

"Bye, babe. I'll see you later," you said as you let go of his hand and hugged him after he dropped you off right outside your office.

As the daughter of the CEO of the company you work in, you always make sure that you put your best effort into everything. You know how special the company is to your dad, so you treasure it as much as he does. And so, one of your habits had been going to the office early in the morning to get work done immediately.

You walked inside your room after one last wave to your boyfriend, but before you get farther away from him, you felt him hold your hand once more as he was leaning to your door frame.

"Hm?"

"You're forgetting something."

Your brows knitted as confusion hit you.

He lightly tapped his nose twice and let his index finger stay there for a second or two. You couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips as you watched him have that mischievous stare and little smirk while he waited for you. You looked around the hallway to see if employees were already arriving, but thankfully there were still a couple of hours before work begins; hence, the serenity in the building.

You slowly leaned on him to gently kiss the tip of his nose—thanks to your high heels, it was easier for you to reach The Oh Sehun.

"Anything else, sir?" You joked.

"One more spot, baby." Heat rushed up to your cheeks when he started brushing his thumb to his lower lip.

Kissing by the lips wasn't a new thing for the both of you, but there was something in his voice and the way he looked at you that made you blush.

"Stop it, babe." You whined as you moved closer to him and hid your face by his neck. Sehun chuckled as his hands gently held you by the waist while letting you recover from embarassment.

"Why is my girl suddenly shy about kissing? Haven't we done a lot more than that?" With that, you looked up at him and saw him having that annoying playful smile.

"Se!!" You hit his chest and he laughed.

"Kidding, babe." He pulled you closer and kissed you by the forehead.

"I'll pick you up later. Don't overwork youself, ok?"

You hummed as a response. "You too," and he nodded.

Before he gets to leave, you leaned to him one more time, placed both of your hands to his chest, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was soft and chaste which you held for longer than usual, and you felt Sehun smile to the kiss while his thumbs gently rub your waist.

You finally let go and smiled at him. Without breaking the distance and removing both of your hands on each other, he gave you a peck. And another one. And one last more, making you giggle.

This kind of moments never fails to warm your heart. It is in these moments that you further realize how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Sehun.

"I got to go now, baby. Or else I would think of skipping my schedule and just take you back home with me," you both laughed.

"Drive safely. Text me when you arrive."

"I will," he smiled and gave you a peck one last time before cutely jogging away.

But before he got to a distance, he looked back at you, "Babe."

"Hm? Am I still forgetting something?"

"Not really, I just wanna remind you again not to overwork yourself because I'll claim something more than a kiss later tonight," he said with a wink, leaving you a blushing mess once again.

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HELLO!! Finally freed myself from writer's block I guess? I was supposed to sleep early tonight but I saw these photos and BAM! I'm just so happy the photoshoot behind came out because I've been missing Sehun so much. *cries*

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Liam Gallagher x Karaoke Loving Reader (blurb)

BEFORE WE START, I just want to clarify that Liam here is based on my imagination and definitely not what real Liam is like. Therefore this is 100% fictional and only based on him.

warnings: very little swearing, mentions of break up (but other than that it's awful fluff. Just disgusting amount of mushy fluffiness so-), cigarettes and alcohol (hA) and mentions of smut at the very end ;)

author's note: at first, I wanted this to be about what it would be like if Liam and you went to karaoke together but then decided that you guys met there too cause why not alsoooooo this is my first EVER Liam drabble and it might be a bit cringey help asjdfsdfhsirf so.. hope it's good enough for you!

- It's been two weeks since you broke up with someone and you haven't gone outside except for groceries and work.

- One night, your friend insisted you go out with them to karaoke night along with some friends! You missed karaoke if you were being honest so you decided to go.

- At the place, you met your friends' friends. Boom, one of them is Liam. You tried to smile a bit to be polite to everyone.

- After a few drinks, you got really drunk and sang your heart out. It was really loud and you don't sound very good anymore. Liam though, was very infatuated by your energy (and your cute, red, absolutely drunk cheeks why lie).

- You fell to your seat after Whitney Houston's "I Have Nothing". Liam slid next to you.

- "Quite the singer aren't ya?"

- "Not bad yourself," you slurred. He chuckled.

- Both of you ended up smoking outside because it was really loud inside and you could barely talk. Liam restricted you from drinking more.

- You learned that Liam is a singer. Suddenly you were very embarassed. You also talked about your ex and cried to him.

- He was nothing but sweet, patting your back and telling you everything's gonna be alright. But that's really about it. He was actually panicking when you started crying and didn't know what to do. He just knew that he never wanted to see you sad ever again.

- Under the moonlight, you realized how beautiful he was. Not long after, you blacked out.

- After that night, Liam kept telling his friend he wanted to go to karaoke night but won't say why. Of course his friends knew why.

- And after a couple of them, he finally got the courage to ask you out. It was only because you were oblivious to his crazy flirting and boasting.

- LET'S JUST SAY YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED (so imagine dilf Liam now).

- Every once in a while when Liam is home, you guys would ask Peggy to look after the baby (if you wanna have one idk. This looked like a cute touch to your domestic life- ANYWAYS) then go to karaoke with some friends!

- He'd take you on his vespa (let's say he can ride one because I have a photo of it) and whenever you guys talked, you'd yell because well, talking on a motorcycle.

- "Have you thought of your setlist yet?" He joked.

- "Would Champagne Supernova be a good starter?" You replied. Then he'd laugh and sing it over the wind.

- Liam's had a good portion of singing so he would just sit back and look at you adoringly.

- Well he'd sing sometimes. When he's already had a couple drinks and one of your friends do well and you applauded.

- "Bollocks, I can do bet'er than that," he'd say. You just laugh and hype him up. It's been a while since you've seen that big ego of his anyway.

- He'd hype you up too! Whenever you look like you cringed at youself, he'd say nice things about your singing.

- "Yeaaaaaaah! You fuckin' legend!"

- Definitely sitting on his lap, arm around his neck when you're singing slow romantic songs. (idk I'm down bad for him bye) He'd mouth the lyrics along with you and when you can't reach the high notes, you'd aim the microphone at him as both of you laugh. Sometimes, he'd snatch the microphone away from you then give you a loooooooong passionate kiss then everyone's like "get a room!"

- By the end of it, you'd both be tipsy and lovey dovey as fuck. You know, having not met in a while after his concerts and all.

- "I love you," he says. You roll your eyes, laughing. It's my defense mechanism if he ever said this to me "No, no it's true! I'm glad I spoke to you that night."

- "Please, you're only saying that because you're after something," you laughed (still leaning in to kiss him anyway).

- Bonus: a couple of times, both of you would stay behind as your friends went home and staff at the karaoke place had to kick you out because the make out session got a bit out of hand WinK wONk

[myriamsaviniart]

@anons that wish to talk to me about abortion, I don't want to respond to you publicly 'cause I would end up repeating myself or talking about personal stuff, or I would need to talk about what anon knows on the subject, etc etc. So, if you people want to talk about this (and not just verbally attack me, of course), please get off anon and we can talk properly. I get it may be embarassing, or whatever, but if I exposed myself to the unkind Tumblr, you can expose youself to me :P I don't bite I promise.

[miraismywife]

Okay so you clearly don't understand and ignore what i just said. First, you cannot go to jail if you're not existing. Loving a fictional character doesn't makes you a rapist, there's a "sexual assault" tag on the Netflix show, just avoid to watch it if you're sensitive to this kind of subject. You just said that if i watched a horror movie (ex: scream) and love the murderer in it, you're a murderer or you idolize them. That's not how it works, what you're saying is stupid.

I don't understand your second paragraph btw, i explained what Mira said more simply. You're embarassing yourself right now. I saw your post, and on your post you were inciting other people to hate on Niragi's STANS. Real life people. Re-read what i wrote and maybe you'll understand i'm talking about hating on real people with real feelings. You clearly need validation btw, noticing on how you ask other people to block and report someone you don't even know because they love a character you don't.

When an autor creates a character, it's usually not for them to get hated. It's for the plot and the story. You cannot force youself not to like someone because user8429 think they are problematic. Everyone is allowed to like who they want to like, and i don't think i saw you hating on another character than Niragi. There's thousands, most of the characters edited on Tiktok or other app are usually villains who killed people. But you don't care about murderers right ?

What i wrote wasn't particulary made for you or the other people i tagged, it was just for you to simply read it. You were hating on someone else, knowing full well people were going to insult this person. I don't know them very well either, i saw some of their posts and subscribed, we talked in private and they are literally one of the nicest people i ever talked with.

So no, you weren't making hateful posts about me : but about someone else and their moots. You agree with everyone in the comments who slur them; like the one i tagged who called Niragi stans "freaks". You agreed with them, wich means that was totally intended and that if a thousand of other people did the same thing you would have supported their actions.

You basically misunderstood the post since you thought i talked about myself. I don't recall myself either to have precised i was getting cyberbullying or anything cause that's not the case, but since i tagged you i get that you thought it was about you. You were NOT attempting to discuss anything, you just said "he's a rapist even if he doesn't exist and never hurted anyone" and refused to acknowledge that nothing is wrong with loving someone who's un-real.

If loving this character is bad because he's a "rapist" (even though the term is actually "sexual assaulter) then playing video games (not the soft ones) is also a bad thing to do. Have you ever tried to think with yourself? How do you think the person you posted about feels like? Once again, i'm not forcing you to like Niragi. I'm asking you to leave Niragi stans alone. You don't know them, if you don't like their post then just avoid it ? Nobody gives a fuck, really. There's thousands of posts like that, and everything is alright if it's not a real people we're talking about.

Rape and murder are crimes, in the real world. Neither I or Niragi will go to a real life prison, because loving him is not a crime and he's fictional. Why are you so offended by a fictional character really?

Now i have a task for you ; if you're planning on answering instead of blocking me, do it with every piece of information i've gaved you. It's easy to avoid things i said, but i didn't so i'd like for you to do the same. If you actually realize he's not existing and that loving him will not make anyone a criminal, then please apologize to the people you called sexual offenders.

Maturing is realizing that None of the characters in borderland are meant to be hated, everyone has an ugly personality or did something bad. If your hating on some characters, then you probably didn't understood the point of the whole Show.

Everyone is going to die someday, nobody will remember you, technology will grow and everyone will turn bored from the constant perfection. Everyone in Borderland are equals, your "sweet" and "caring" favorite character killed people. Maturing is realizing that slandering one of the characters or their stans will not give you an opening to Havard, you just need the validation of the people who share this opinion with you, and they prolly also needs validation.

All characters are lovable, all characters are hate-able. Depends from your position, your personal life and your taste. It's not that difficult to just not just insult someone who's a complete stranger because they love a character that you don't, because if everyone did that : god help.

This is for every show basically, hating on someone multiple times with usually a lot of people has a name. Cyberbullying. And that just makes you garbage.

Please spread around.

[ginnystelltale]

Expectations

Hal lain yang selalu luput dari perhatian, "Kita ga akan pernah bisa memuaskan semua orang dengan apa yang kita punya."

Akan selalu ada orang yang mempertanyakan apa yang ada diri kita. We tend to be okay with the pressure. With their expectations to be 'good enough' for them. Our unconscious mind unwillingly follow their standard for being good, just like how beauty standard sets by Brothers Grimm's fairy tales while successful standard sets by number.

It makes us got embarassed with being our selves, but we didn't make a move either to change for our selves.

May i give you my sincerest suggestion?

Stop it there, don't move just because people told you to, don't run just because you fear to get beaten, don't make yourself look pretty just because you seek for compliments, don't put your lipstick just because they don't like your pale lips, don't show your bare face just because they say 'natural is the best', don't change youself just to fulfill their standards. Just don't do anything if it makes you unhappy or make yourself debating whether what you did is rite or wrong.

Some people may desperately givin' in because they feel they have different condition, and then they will say something like, 'you dont know being me' or 'you can say it because your life already look perfect'. It's true, we don't know 'me' being 'you', as it goes the same for you who see the 'me' life perfect but 'you' are not 'me'. But the point is, can we stop making a reason for the changes? It is not something we should make purposefully.

Change for your own good will, for your own peace so you can be comforted first, before comforting others without getting disturbed by your hypocrisy.

It's ok, don't worry too much. You meant for good, but the way it out maybe terrible as it is. But you don't have to keep people to like you, or explain everything. We didn't live for others.

[nohshinwoos]

1. Hi Mel I'm so sorry but I have to vent. I am SO sleep deprived and the boy I don't want to be with says he loves me and the boy that I like doesn't write me and right now I am travelling alone to switzerland to work there in a family (I don't know them) to help them on their farm and I'm supposed to speak german with them but I havent been speaking german for a year and I feel like I have forgotten everything and I will just embarass myself and won't understand anything and

2. I am so stressed and I feel so so sad right now and I’ve been crying and smirking for half of an hour in a bus and did I mention that I’m terribly sleep deprived but probably won’t get much sleep in a flippin bus (I��m so sorry for this message I’m just little bit desperate)

my sweet anon! i’m so so sorry to hear that :( i don’t know what to say, honestly! i’m not good with boy stuff, no boy has ever shown me any interest and i’m too awkward to do anything about boys i’ve been into. but you got a job, though, YAY! that’s great! though i know speaking a language you don’t feel that confident in isn’t fun, but all you can do is try your best. i think that once you start speaking it, it will start coming back to you.

all in all, i hope you take care of youself and make sure to get enough sleep and eat and stay hydrated 💖 and do things you enjoy, to make you relax! i know you’re gonna do great, you’re amazing and i love you 💖