#donefor

[askingthexsector]

How do you feel about the oblivion condoms? I found a few on my journeys looking around-

*hands you one*

-Mark (advocate oc)

[garfliend]

i'm also hurting over the most mid cis man ive ever met in my life man we're in the same boat. good luck friend 👊😔

war is hell friend, we'll get through this 😔👊

[tightjeansjavi]

chamomile

A/N: I was making myself a cup of tea earlier this evening and the idea blossomed from there 🥺

for @morallyinept Valentine’s Day masterlist 💗

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: it’s Valentine’s Day and Dieter Bravo is alone and missing you

Pairing | Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Warnings: mature, fluff, angst, language,implicit smut, one mention of dieter giving himself a handjob, mentions of alcohol and ouid, fwb’s, pining, assumed one-sided feelings, two idiots in love without realizing it, typical dieter behavior, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is petal, +18 minors dni!

On the long, lonely nights where Dieter Bravo is away from you, his solace, his person, he always finds himself struggling to sleep. An hour here, and an hour there, but it can never compare to the deep, dreamy, snooze he gets when you’re laying next to him, tangled up in his legs, under his sheets.

He knows deep down he’s got it bad for you. So bad, he can hardly think straight on most days. Dieter, you missed your cue, again.

He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose and shakes his shoulders to relieve any pent up stress he’s feeling and to get back on track.

Did you even read the fucking script, Bravo?

He scoffs, jaw ticking under the harsh studio lights that buzz in his ear like a swarm of angry bees. Course I did. He lies through his teeth.

How could he even think about reading his lines when he spent hours of his night staring down his phone as he deeply contemplated the pros and cons of calling you up.

If I tell her how I feel, it makes everything fucking weird.

Or you get to live out your very own rom-com!

Or she never wants to speak to me again

Or she also confesses her deep, profound love for you.

Or..she doesn’t feel the same way and breaks my fucking heart into a million tiny pieces!

Or your dreams come true, Dieter.

-

You met Dieter Bravo through a friend of a friend at one of the movie star’s infamous parties. Dieter was drunk, a bit of a stumbling mess, but when his warm, and slightly clammy palm wrapped around your own, you knew you were donefore. And how was it possible for a scruffy man such as himself to have the kindest, softest, warmest brown eyes you ever had the pleasure of gazing into?

No, you were not in love with Dieter Bravo. He was just your friend..with the occasional benefits. Nothing more, nothing less.

When Dieter finds himself alone in his too big of a house for another night, he packs a bowl, and then another, and another. He takes a relaxing bath, alone with nothing but the comfort of his own fist wrapped around his cock. His lashes flutter shut, plush lips parting as he sinks further into the chamomile scented bubbles.

You told him once that chamomile should help him sleep better. He sent his assistant out the next day to buy chamomile tea, and literally any and all the chamomile scented products that she could find.

You took a bath together once, and he vividly remembers dragging his nose across the base of your neck, inhaling the sweet aroma while you nearly dozed off in his saccharine grip. Muscles relaxed, limbs pliant under the soapy water.

But you weren’t here. You were thousands of miles away on a girls trip with some of your single friends. It was the trip that finally made it out of the group chat, and it happened to fall on the week of Valentine’s Day.

Wait, that’s today, right? Shit. How pathetic. He thinks to himself, stroking his cock faster, creating ripples in the sudsy water.

Yeah, so fucking pathetic. Alone on fucking Valentine’s Day, and higher than a goddamn kite.

He doesn’t come, and while that in itself should be frustrating, he accepts his fate of misery while the temperature of the water becomes too cold to bear and he’s forced to retreat.

He packs another bowl, yanks his leftover Taco Bell from the fridge and eats it cold, like the feeling of his heart.

His king sized bed feels even larger than usual, and he chuffs a laugh, taking another bite of his half eaten crunch wrap supreme.

That’s because I’m fucking alone on Valentine’s Day.

He knows he’s not really alone. But on a day that is all about love, he sure as hell doesn’t feel the love.

He misses the way you would roll over mid sleep and drape your arm across his bare stomach. Your fingers would play with the dark, soft hair that led down to his happy trail while you drooled into the crook of his neck, soft snores escaping past your parted lips. He found it endearing. You were like a koala, and he was the tree branch of your choosing.

He so badly wanted to be your tree branch right now.

Was that lame? Probably. But Dieter could give less of a shit about any of that. He missed you, and the feeling ate away at him, carving a hole in his chest and yanking his heart right out.

He didn’t mind that you would accidentally kick him off the side of the bed, or steal all the covers. He loved it when you would talk in your sleep, babbling about pure nonsense that somehow to his ears made perfect sense.

Okay, so he missed you…a lot. He wasn’t the only person to miss someone this much. Hell, maybe even his neighbor was going through the same feelings and emotions as he was.

Love. Yeah, that’s what he was feeling. He was in love with you, and you had no fucking idea how he truly felt.

He tossed and turned, fluffed down his pillows, scrolled on his phone, watching his favorite saved tik toks, and he even tried listening to the soothing sounds of a thunderstorm through a podcast on Spotify. None of it was working. He couldn’t sleep, and you were to blame.

That’s how Dieter Bravo found himself in his kitchen, fully exposed sans some fluffy slippers on his feet that had seen better days. He dug through his pantry till he found the familiar box of chamomile tea. He let out a sigh of relief and tore open the silver foil with his teeth.

His phone screen read 2:30a.m as the kettle on the stove whistled loudly in his eardrums.

The familiar scent of chamomile coated his senses in a warmth that could only be described as you as he let the tea bag steep in his favorite chipped mug.

His knuckles drummed along the countertop nervously as he stared down his phone once more. He let out a huff, bringing one hand to scratch at the patches in his scraggly beard.

As steam billowed from the mug next to him, he finally picked up his phone and dialed your number.

He chewed on the tip of his thumbnail, eyes dancing nervously as the dial tone rang, and rang. He was ready to hang up and toss his phone in the garbage disposal when you finally answered.

His heart skipped a beat and his weed-hazed mind couldn’t keep up with the rate that words were flowing past his lips.

“Petal? Hey, happy Valentine’s Day. Well—er, happy belated Valentine’s Day? ‘Suppose it’s already over. Uh—hope I’m not bothering you, I just couldn’t sleep, so I’m in my kitchen having a cup of chamomile tea, like you suggested. Fuck, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I smoked a few too many bowls so my brain is a bit scrambled. Anyway, I miss you, baby. I’m so lonely, and I wish you were here.”

His stoned rambling continued on as you listened silently, holding your phone close to your ear and swatting at your friend's arm when they asked who was on the phone. The club music was booming at the same rate that your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Hi, Dee. I miss you too. I've been thinking...when I get back, can we grab dinner sometime?" You warmly suggest.

His pupils are blown wide like two shiny marbles illuminated under the soft glow of the moonlight trickling in through his tall kitchen windows.

“Fuck yes. I’d fucking love to grab dinner with you sometime, Petal.” He rasps softly through the receiver.

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[turtlesocksv2]

Liveblogging DFF Ep 2

It's time for Dead Friend Forever episode 2!

Ok I have to say this but it cracks me up every time i watch a Thai show and we get that little disclaimer at the start saying "we do not condone any characters/jobs/actions in this show it is for entertainment only" like what kind of 2003 FF.Net "Please don't sue me i am poor and only playing with these characters like dolls" ass thing to see in front of Mafia Dramas (Kinnporsche), Serial Killer hijinks (Dead Friend Forever) and fucking bittersweet adult midlife crisis vibes (Moonlight Chicken).

Top is absolutely losing it, and they need to leave poor Fluke alone. He is trying his best! What more do you expect from him?!

Oh, Tee is the first to break off from the group. RIP Tee, we'll see how that works out for you.

The mask the killer wears really is very freaky. well done, props department.

Phi the only one awake. I see you. I support you in your killings.

Oh I really thought Top was donefor there. Phi taking control of the group is so interesting. The way he leads everyone down what investigation paths...

Alright just what did you guys do to Non last time??? thank god the 3 newbies to the group are having a little sidebar asking that question. Clearly whatever it was was awful for the group to jump immediately to Non is Dead and his Ghost is Cursing Us and He Wants Us Dead Too for What We Did. But also, i think this rules out All Three Newbies working together to I Know What You Did Last Summer the group, otherwise this scene would make no sense. We'd have another Gossip Girl Dan situation where actions taken when they're alone don't add up to the reveal. So at least 1 of the newbies is not involved.

LOL at Tan trying to get Fluke to spill what the core group knows. If i was Fluke I'd be feeling very very threatened right now. "You think you're going to be next. I'm worried about you." and now Jin is being mean to Fluke too! for the love of god, Fluke is trying! just because he wants to be a doctor doesn't mean he can perform surgery in a cabin in the woods! Leave him alone!

"a good-mouthed and good-hearted man like you doesn't need to remind me" yessss. kill him.

lmao Por has old fucking floppy disks. are these people old enough to have used a floppy disk in their lives. but i know i've got old floppies around somewhere so it makes sense there'd be some at a like summer vacation house that gets used rarely. but also, did i miss that Por hid the footage last episode? because otherwise wouldn't the harddrive that had the footage still be in the room they were all in when Phi hooked it up to the TV?

Was that a mystery medicine bottle in the closet? 👀👀 yeah i'm gonna need someone who can read Thai to to screenshot and tell us what that says.

Oh i really don't need the squelching noises from Fluke tending to Por's wound, please.

Ok, that Por jumpscare with the balcony door got me. and How the fuck does Por have the strength to strangle someone when he's been bleeding out all night?! Obviously a hallucination or something but what caused the hallucination?!

Thank you, White, for bringing back up that they are in the Cult Sacrifice Woods and this might be a Cult Killer or have to do with the cult. a very important thing to remember.

I would absolutely be looking at that footage the second Tee and Top turned their backs, the fuck. No you don't get to act that sus about what happened three years ago and play it off! Phi fighting the fight to keep that footage intact and eventually seen. Tan trying to gently break the idea that the group was bullying Non to White.

oh SHIT the way Uncle Deng got fucking GOT by that wire i screamed! i knew something was going to go down because obviously they couldn't escape the valley mansion in episode 2 but jesus. fucking. christ.

Tee finally remembering he has a boyfriend that he abandoned to the serial killer lmao. Tee and Top keep almost getting away and then going back. they are being herded like cattle. but also, it's kind of sus.

No PhiJin and barely any TeeWhite stuff this episode, which makes sense in that they are busy they don't have time to fuck, but i do find it interesting that PhiJin seem to be on the same page the episode with like no relationship tension between them just situational worry considering Jin was literally biting Phi's dick last episode. Putting aside grudges to stay alive: i'm proud.

anyway that was a really good episode! Tee and Top are the worst. Fluke needs to get the fuck out of this toxic friend group. White needs to dump Tee and get the fuck out of this toxic friend group. Phi and Tan can kill whoever they want i support it. ❤️

[starlights-eyes]

You see a rapidly approaching twisted Goob chasing after you. A S T R O . YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR ALL THESE YEARS I'VE BEEN UNDER YOUR S H A D O W . *Goob was talking nonsense because at this point he was a zombie.* . . . *Goob tried to grab you from afar but failed, Giving you a window to run.* -@killingyouwithhugs Twisted Goob

" wh- "

They were already done with the extractor they were working on by then, the light on it green, turning back at the voice behind them and stepping back just in time for-

CRASH

Right, they forgot.. There was more than one Twisted here, many of them were. Maybe they truly were donefore.

They took a moment to calm down form the shock of almost getting their head bashed in enough to move and then just BOOKED IT. Atleast the extractor light stayed green...

[thelikesoffinn]

Why Gortash. Why? Whyyy?

Haha, admittedly: I was wondering about that myself. I'm more than willing to drop kick him off the astronomy tower and yeet him into a chasm for Astarion (and all the other companions, honestly), so why?

But the thing is, I think Gortash himself has little to do with my newfound affection for Durgetash! (At least initially. His way of displaying his affection does account for something. I'm weak, okay?)

In the end, I'm a sucker for drama. I love a good hopeless romance, and Durge and Gortash were basically faulted from the get go. This relationship can't lead anywhere, and it shouldn't have happened multiple reasons.

But it DID.

It did happen and two characters who were abused, enslaved, tortured and manipulated; two people, who are likely lonely and starved of touch and affection, collided and an entire onslew of possibilities was set in motion.

Their story could have gone so many different ways, and yet not a single one was really probable.

And I LOVE that kind of shit. I'm sorry, but I do! The unspoken regret, the lost opportunities, the wasted potential... the heartbreak that is never really addressed. There's toxicity, manipulation, and desperation. False promises and real emotion. It's fantastic.

And yes, I know, we could do a redeemed durge and a redeemed Gortash, but - respectfully - blegh. I'm totally in this for the pain, and, to me, Durgetash is a ship that needs to sink.

(And also, hello: "I tolerated Orin, but you...you I liked." #donefor)

I'm soft! And I do usually prefer a villain(-ish) male lead because they choose the female lead over everything. The classic: "The hero would sacrifice her to save the world. The villain would sacrifice the world to save her.

It's probably also why I love Astarion so much. He has his selfish, villainish streak and will definitely sell the entirety of Faerûn if it meant Tav/Durge was safe.

And, to answer the question from your second ask: No, I still prefer Astarion. As I said, I'll yeet Gortash into a chasm without any remorse when the time comes. But Durgetash is a lovely way to flesh out my OC and I'm totally up for that.

(And I want Astarion to be happy, so Gortash can feed my Angst loving arse 🫡)

[dykenastasyafilippovna]

getting TRANSMASC top surgery where I’m put on a wheel and my limbs are crushed and twisted until all of my bones are cracked and splintered and I’m bleeding from every oriface and I’m begging for them to kill me and then my skull gets caught in the wheel SQUISHHCRACKKKKKKKK and I’m donefor

[brucedinsman]

C.H. Spurgeon - Words of Counsel for Christian Workers

A Young Convert and Successful WorkerThe object of the soul-winner is not to bring men to an outward religiousness merely.Little will you have done for a man if you merely make the Sabbath-breaker into aSabbath-keeper, and leave him a self-righteous Pharisee. Little will you have donefor him if you persuade him, having been prayerless, to be a mere user of a form ofprayer, his heart not being in…

[norteenlinea]

DONEFOR lanza el nuevo sencillo «SLAM»

http://dlvr.it/TFDcDN

[riphimopen]

hes #donefor SAD. well frankly you could go fuck anything else and it would be more satisfying so No loss

[yaoicrack]

i have to actually get some sort of google doc or something donefor my reani s/i so i can send it as reference for comms..i always take too long to do this kind of stuff and then i rush it and dont like it anymore 😑 may make a carrd idk

[tale-told]

2024: Memorial Day

For you who died that others live, I pray 'twas not a gift in vain.I thank you all for all you've donefor my and other strangers' gain. Your sacrifice, one I don't make—a choice for me which you have won—was made for all our freedoms' sake. In my freedom, I pray you live.

[meaningfulmasculinity]

Watch "Don't Make Your Wife A Lesbian | Doug Wilson" on YouTube

Doug Wilson is a true treasure for the faith-based community. This is well worth the watch and should be spoken more of in Church circles. It is important to note that whenever and wherever feminist doctrine sneaks its evil head into Christian communities, the family is always eroded and the community suffers. Accept, O Lord, our thanks and praise for all that you have donefor us. We thank you…

[anaharae-s]

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[qudachuk]

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