#hey bp

[theangrypomeranian]

@burgerspeople is single handedly responsible for me falling back into Hemita hell lmaooooo

[theangrypomeranian]

@burgerspeople @lovelyxxxsymone

Welcome to Whumpuary 2024!

Whumpuary is a whump themed mixed-media creation event/challenge taking place in January.

This year the prompts came together through a community submission form and then a poll, where I picked the 53 most voted prompts! There are 15 numbers with 3 prompts each, plus 8 alt prompts. The dates are just meant to be a general guideline for those who want/need some structure in a challenge (e.g post every other day), but you don't actually have to create/post on those dates. You can combine prompts any way you want or just pick one of each number, do every single one or even all of them combined into one big creation (or just use one single prompt. That's already an achievement!) If you don't like any prompts of a number you can also replace or combine them with an alt prompt. The main or alt prompts don't have to be done in order.

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Text version of all the prompts is under the cut

Whumpuary 2024 Main Prompts 1. (Jan 01-02) Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed 2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking 3. (Jan 05-06) Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" 4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling 5. (Jan 09-10) Can't move / "Stay. Please" / Kidnapped 6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries 7. (Jan 13-14) "I didn't know where else to go" / Bruises / Drugged 8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" 9. (Jan 17-18) "Make it stop" / Restraints / Hair Grabbing 10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake 11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get is over with" / Memories 12. (Jan 23-24) "You're awake" / Rescue / Unfair Fight 13. (Jan 25-26) Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine" 14. (Jan 27-28) Flinching / Breakdown / Sleep Deprivation 15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved

Alt Prompts 1. Stabbed 2. "Let me see" 3. Recapture 4. Forced to watch 5. Headache 6. Gagged 7. "Do you trust me?" 8. Blood Loss

[berrryparfait]

wishful thinking ❀˖°

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: sylus, zayne x fem!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: feelings were hurt, hearts were broken. and now you fear he might have found someone new. you screwed up big time, and it just might be too late to take it back. 「i still love you, i promise.」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: angst and eventual fluff, reader begs for forgiveness after hurting him, complicated feelings, misunderstandings / miscommunication, jealousy, dramatic bridgerton-style monologues, romcom climax vibes, implied m*rder

— ༉‧₊ᐟ word count: sylus – 1.7k | zayne – 1.4k

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: i miss you, i'm sorry – gracie abrams

✧ a/n: this would've gotten me in trouble on booktok but i love it when the fmc grovels for a change (assuming she was in the wrong ofc). there's something so romantic about stepping up to get ur mans back!!

Those last words you said to him still echo in your head, a torturous reminder of the damage you’d dealt. Guilt is a heavy burden, and that horrible voice in the back of your mind tells you it’s one you’ll have to carry for the rest of your life.

You never meant to say it. You don’t mean it—not even in the slightest.

Two weeks ago, you hurt the man you love. And you haven’t spoken since. You’ve spent the past few days wallowing in regret, consumed by a terrible sadness that’s been eating you alive. Sylus hasn’t reached out either, and part of you knows you deserve it.

How could you have been so stupid, to ruin such a fresh and fragile relationship like that?

You still remember exactly what you said to him. He came home one night with blood on his clothes, most of it undoubtedly not his. You’d been crashing at his place for the week, so you were the first to see the mess he’d created on himself. You don’t know why, but in that moment your first instinct was to lash out at him; to blame him for his needless violence and cruelty. You hadn’t even thought to ask if he was okay, or why he’d caused the mess to begin with.

“I’m tired of you always showing up like…like this!” You gesture to his scarlet-stained shirt, a look of terror on your face. “Why can’t you just live like a normal person for once?”

He sighs, seemingly exhausted. He can’t seem to look you in the eye. “I’ve had a long day. Please don’t yell at me like that.”

“We’ve been together, what, a month? How am I supposed to trust you when you’re always covered in someone else’s blood? How am I supposed to feel safe around you?”

“You feel threatened around me?” A dangerous intensity sparks in his face then, though he still looks strangely solemn and withdrawn, as if the conversation is bleeding him dry.

“Yes. I do.” I glare at him, pulse spiking. “I see why everyone fears you. They have a good reason to. You’re exactly who they say you are, Sylus.” The words come out harsh and hard-edged, and he flinches.

He doesn’t respond, but the look in his eyes changes. The indignation vanishes, replaced by a hurt so painful you have to avert your gaze. He turns from you and stares at the floor, utterly broken.

“I hope I never see you again,” you spit, shoving past him and out the front door, your shoulder brushing against his as you leave.

That was the last time you saw him. The memory remains as raw and merciless as it was the day after. Luke and Kieran had been the ones to fill you in. It turns out he’d hunted down and taken care of a group of bandits who had been stalking you earlier that week. He’d eliminated the threat but chose not to tell you, not wanting to cause you unnecessary worry. Idiot.

You need to do something. Apologize for your stupidity. Admit your mistake.

Get him back.

The past two weeks have been excruciating—suffocating. You wonder if he’s been feeling the same. It wouldn’t be surprising if he never wanted anything to do with me again. I trampled all over him and now I want him back? The nerve.

But you have to try. You need him to know how much you love him.

The annual Linkon Charity Gala is in two days’ time, and if you’re lucky, someone special might be in attendance.

…

The ballroom is swarming with haughty elites, a sight you and Sylus would’ve poked fun at if you’d attended this event together. Once again, your stomach twists sharply and you have to remind yourself not to lose your courage. You were here for one thing and one thing only: to get your man back.

You decided to wear something simple tonight; a short, red dress with black sneakers and your hair shamelessly undone. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you didn’t belong in this crowd. People were already starting to glance your way, but you didn’t care.

You search the sea of people for a head of white hair, which doesn’t take very long. He was always one of the tallest men in the room. As usual, he’s impeccably dressed, in a well-pressed two-piece suit the color of a raven’s feather. He looks devastatingly handsome tonight, and your heart pangs once more.

But as the crowd parts slightly, you feel your breath finally escape your lungs for real. He didn’t come alone.

A beautiful woman stands to his right, her small arm looped around his, a gentle smile on her face. She’s jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and she looks like she comes from this world. His world.

Who is that? Don’t tell me he’s moved on already… They laugh effortlessly at each other’s jokes, never missing a beat as they move through the crowd and sip at their champagne flutes.

Then time stills as his gaze passes over yours, a fleeting moment so intense and powerful that you gasp in surprise. His crimson eyes startle slightly at the sight of you, and you’re unsure if it’s because he wasn’t expecting you to show up at such a pretentious event or because you’re wearing an obscenely casual outfit to a charity ball.

Or if he just wasn’t expecting to see you again period.

You panic and look away, pretending not to notice him. Suddenly, you wonder if this whole grovelling act of yours was a mistake. Who are you to barge your way back into his life? After everything you said to him? He’s probably better off with that girl…

Wait, where did she go? She’s no longer at his side. You frown in confusion, then stop dead in your tracks when you realize she’s walking towards you. Fuck, fuck fuck—

“Hi! I don’t think I’ve seen you around before... What’s your name?” she asked, her smile bright and genuine.

You can’t think of a single reason why she’s talking to you. Your brain goes into high alert, and your eyes scan the crowd for Sylus. He’s staring right at you, a blank look on his face.

“I’m…” You hesitate, but something in her expression tells you she doesn’t have bad intentions. “I’m sorry. I have something to say to your date.”

The girl frowns, puzzled. Nevertheless, she takes a step back to give you and Sylus—who’d squeezed his way through the crowd—some space. You both stand there staring at each other for a few seconds, uncertain and wary. His guard is up, you can tell.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and steady your quavering voice. Now isn’t the time to cower away from him. Not now, not ever. “I came here for you.” When he remains silent, you press on. “I’m an idiot. I hurt you. And I’m so, so sorry.”

A small crowd has begun to form around the scene, but you pay them no mind. “I understand now that you were just trying to protect me. I didn’t even ask…” you trail off as your voice chokes with tears, “I didn’t even ask if you were okay…

I took you for granted. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t stop thinking about what we could’ve had—together. And now I’m here in this stupid dress and these stupid shoes at this stupid charity event, which I think is great, by the way, but everyone’s staring at me and I can’t even pour my heart out to you in peace! God!”

At this, the crowd dissipates a little, leaving a wave of awkward murmurs in its wake. You ignore the tears streaming down your face. Sylus is still staring at you, his piercing eyes unrelenting. “And your new girlfriend is gorgeous and nice and-and—Ugh! You both probably deserve each other more than I’ll ever deserve you. But that’s okay. I just wanted you to know how sorry I am, and that my life has been hell without you, so you’ll hopefully feel better about yourself after the shit I said two weeks ago…

I just miss you. And I needed you to understand that I’m sorry, and I love you, Sylus.”

The air thins and the silence thickens in the moments that follow, everyone else ceasing to exist as you just stand there, face to face.

He takes a step closer, and you can feel the heat emanating off his body. “If you only knew how much you’ve plagued my thoughts…” His eyes search yours, vulnerable and fearful. “I only wanted to keep you safe. It’s still the only thing I want.”

You reach out to cup his cheek, your heart beating so fast you’re certain he can hear it.

“I frightened you away from me. I’m a monster.”

You shake your head with such force your brain rattles. “No. You are not a monster. Would a monster do everything in his power to keep me from harm? I love you, no matter what you think you are. All you have to do now is forgive me, and I’m yours.”

The ridge between his brows deepens, and you know a million doubts are passing through his mind. “I could never hold a grudge against you. You know I adore you—more than anything.”

You smile as you lean your forehead against his, and all feels right in the world again.

A thought startles you from your dream-like state, and you swivel around to face the girl he brought to the event.

She raises a perfect eyebrow and grins smugly at you. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just a plus-one he hired to attract the sponsors.”

You sigh in relief as you turn back to Sylus, who looks so happy you feel your heart expand beyond the confines of your ribcage. “Let’s go home.”

“I’d like nothing more.” He eyes your dress coyly, one hand already reaching out to grab you by the waist. “Cute.”

“Shut up. I was in a rush.”

You’re an awful person. You can’t stop thinking about it—the pure helplessness on his face as you tossed his feelings aside and spat at his pride.

How he’d ever come to like you, you have no idea. Dr. Zayne was the best of us; pure at heart and driven to the core. You know he tries his hardest to balance all aspects of his incredibly busy life, but even a wonder like him can’t always do it all.

He takes his job as a cardiac surgeon more seriously than most. Fates rest in his hands, and it’s common knowledge around the hospital that he’d jump into a boiling volcano before giving anything less than his all to every single patient. That’s just the kind of person he was. Dedicated, compassionate Zayne.

Your Zayne.

No, not anymore. Not since you stomped on his spirit less than a month ago. The memory remains imprinted on your skin, fresh and terrible…

He’s late for your date again. It’s the third time this week. Who does he take you for? You pace back and forth underneath a swaying apple tree in the park, frustrated by his repeated tardiness. You know he’s a busy man, and that doctors don’t have it especially easy in Linkon. But three times? That’s pushing it.

“I apologise for being late. Something came up at the hospital.” He’s clutching two cups of warm coffee in his hands. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He offers you a cup, his expression frazzled and dazed.

You make no move to take the cup from him. The hostility in your voice is palpable as you spit, “How often is this going to be happening? It’s been a whole hour, and you couldn’t even be bothered to text me? I can’t even look at you right now.”

His hand retreats in shock, and he looks down at the freshly-cut grass beneath his feet. “I’m sorry. Let me take you for dinner—”

“No. There will be no dinners or dates for as long as you can’t show up on time! God, you’re the worst boyfriend ever.”

You spot the exact moment he utterly crumbles, and your brain kicks into fight or flight mode. Flight. Definitely flight. You storm off in the opposite direction, hoping he doesn’t follow you like a sad puppy, because that would be a hassle you don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with today.

The scene ends as you shake your head at yourself, disgusted by your lack of empathy for a person who—in your eyes—could quite literally do no wrong. You find out days later from a fellow doctor of his that the reason he’d been late so many times that week was that one of the neighbouring hospitals had recently shut down, causing a sudden spike in demand for Akso Hospital’s resources—including their most proficient cardiac surgeon.

You were being immature. Short-sighted. Inconsiderate. The amount of stress he must’ve been feeling, having to deal with such an overwhelming influx of patients… And you’d only made things ten times worse for him. What a shitty girlfriend.

You’re in the midst of scrolling through social media when you see it: Zayne, in another girl’s post??? The air gushes out of your lungs as you try to understand what you’re looking at. Don’t tell me he’s…moved on already?

In the photo, a woman with a pretty smile poses cheekily next to a calm and collected Zayne. It’s a selfie taken at a coffee shop next to the hospital. A steaming cup of coffee sits on the table in front of him, next to a chocolate croissant that has no business being in a platonic setting like this one…right?

Your stomach drops as you scroll through the comments under the post, most of which sound like this: You both look so cute together!!! kekekekeke I wonder if our pretty surgeon will finally be the one to thaw our cool doctor’s heart??? TTTTTT

Fuck these comments. Fuck whoever wrote them. Zayne’s heart had been in the midst of thawing before you froze it right back up again, and it’s unfortunate for those netizens that you never do anything halfway.

…

You stand before the automatic hospital doors and take a deep calming breath. You can do this. You have to do this. Zayne deserves an apology, and he’s going to get one. 

A part of you knows that coming here in the middle of the afternoon to potentially cause a scene that may or may not result in anything good is selfish. Shameless. But your heart has been aching at the mere thought of him. Even if he doesn’t forgive you—which he would probably be right to—you need him to know how you really feel.

“Hi, do you know where I can find Dr. Zayne?” The urgency in your voice is almost embarrassing, but you couldn’t care less right now.

The young nurse frowns in thought, seemingly unsure. “He might be in his office right now. There aren’t any major heart surgeries taking place today, so it’s unlikely you’ll find him anywhere near the operation room.”

“Thanks!” You nearly jog in the direction of his office, a renewed determination coming to life in your chest.

The love of your life is just beyond this—Huh? It’s empty.

You scan the room for any trace of Zayne, instantly remembering how much of a clean freak he is. Nearly every surface is shining spotless, a true reflection of his desire for order and cleanliness.

Maybe he’s on his way back. No harm in waiting a little while. You perch on the edge of his work desk and begin rehearsing your apology speech. I’m sorry… Please forgive me… I’ll never do it again…

Just then, the door swings open and not one but two surprised faces stare back at you. Zayne, with the girl in the photo.

Oh, fuck.

Your face flushes as you scramble off the desk and inch towards the door. “I was just leaving…” you chuckle awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to vanish from the face of the earth right about now. The pretty doctor gapes at you, then quietly asks Zayne if she should leave the two of you alone for a minute. He nods at her a little regretfully, and she makes her way down the long hallway.

Silence ensues. He’s the first to break it. “Why are you really here, <y/n>?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry, Zayne. For everything I said to you that day at the park. I was being thoughtless. Stupid. And you have every right to hate me because lashing out at you like that without finding out what really happened that day was so, so wrong.”

He looks slightly wounded at the mention of what happened. “You found out about the other hospital?”

Your eyes well with tears. “I asked around.”

Zayne glances away then, his tone distant and cold. “You were never meant to find out.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, we weren’t exactly on great terms at the time.”

The guilt already eating away at your insides multiplies. Goodness, he must’ve felt like absolute shit that day.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.” You want to scream at yourself. “I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I just had to tell you this much. I know I’m an idiot, but I’m an idiot who loves you.”

He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, a hesitant expression on his face. “It wasn’t your fault,” he whispers, “and I never stopped loving you.”

Your heart flutters back to life at those few simple words, and you run into his arms. The embrace you share is hurt materialized—long overdue, special. You’re both emotional wrecks, but you have each other again, and that’s more important than anything else in the world.

“I’ll always be here for you Zayne, if you’ll let me.”

“I’ll let you. And please don’t refuse the coffee next time. I’ll admit that didn’t feel very good.”

“I’ll drink all the coffee in the world!” You’re full-on sobbing by now, and he wipes your tears away with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket.

A bitter thought still nags at you. “Wait, what about the lady who was just here?”

“Oh, she’s a friend of mine. We work together in the surgical department.”

“A friend? Have you seen her comments section?”

He stares at you blankly, puzzled. “What’s that?”

You giggle at his social media illiteracy. “We need to get you a new phone. How does the most talented surgeon in Akso not know what a comments section is?”

— ⋆˙⟡ ©berrryparfait

《 please do not copy / plagiarize / translate my works or publish them on any other platforms. 》

[ilycove]

A pair of arms wraps around your ribs and holds you tight. Xyx buries his head in your collarbones and takes a deep breath, breathing in your scent and your familiarity.

The rain's been coming down for a while, you assume, because his hair is wet and making you laugh softly as it glides up and down your neck. A hand reaches up to mess his hair up and he stops breathing entirely, for a moment at best, like your touch scared him to the core. You frowned at the thought and turned (to the best of your abilities) towards him. "Hi, love. Is everything alright?"

He doesn't reply and that's more of an answer than anything to you.

"Ah," you chuckle a bit and keep note of how his attention is purely focused on breathing in your scent and you wordlessly persuade him off of you, becoming face to face with him. "Rough day?"

Xyx sighs and runs a hand through his hair then proceeds to wipe his hand on his suits blazer. "Sorry, but I'd really rather not talking about it."

"That's alright too." You hum and grab his dryer hand, wiping your thumb over his knuckles and you barely see how his eyes go from mildly annoyed to something soft; relief or maybe a watered down version of joy. "Would... you like to join me in the bathroom?"

He stares at you for a second before processing a response, a voice that's barely there. As quiet as a willow tree and wavering ever so slightly, shaky almost. "Please."

His grip on you is almost bone crushing, like you'll leave him at any given moment, while yours is certain he'll stay. You guide him to the bathroom and close the door as he begins undressing. You help him with the little things, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the ends of his shirt. When he's bare in front of you, you press a kiss in the center on his tattoo and he just shivers.

He watches as you light a candle and make sure the water in the bathtub is a suitable temperature for him, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he sees you only roll up your sleeves. "Are you not joining me?"

"No," You smile at him and gently help place him into the bathtub, kissing his cheeks and brushing hair out of his eyes. "I just wanted to help you relax, that's all."

"Oh."

Xyx sighs in contentment as you cup water into his water and massage shampoo on his scalp, and if you see tears in his eyes you don't comment on it and he doesn't recognize them. His heart beat feels like it's going insane, like he can't breathe properly with it pounding pounding pounding on his ribs. He's certain you can hear it.

Xyx once felt he was falling, someone unable to save like Icarus, and you caught him. He once believed he would never find someone who loved him again, he once believed he would spend the rest of life atoning for sins he does not remember committing and he found you instead. You bless him with your presence and for that, he's forever grateful.

You're humming and it's a song he knows you like, a song he's come to like because of you. He hums along with you and your humming becomes less of a modern tune and more of a hymn of laughter he finds himself addicted to.

You pour conditioner on his scalp and he relishes in the attention your fingers give him again, the sour look that was once previously on your face replaced with a smile.

You wash off the soap on once of your hands and hold one of his, the hand washing his hair becoming increasingly slower as time moved on. You two in the moment just felt timeless.

Xyx squeezes your hand and you squeeze back instantly, in sync. He kisses your knuckles and you kiss his, in sync. He leans over to kiss your head and you do the same, only wiping your mouth off afterwards. "I think I just got soap in my mouth."

He laughs and it's something beautiful and you smile because of him, and vice versa. He's only Xyx when he's with you.

You dry off his hair and brush it out for him, and you guide him to your shared bed and he follows you like a blind mouse. You say him down and kissed him softly, a tender moment that lingered for a second. He pouts and looks at you with doe eyes. "Doll, that was awful, you barely even kissed me. I think you need to try again."

A laughter escapes out of you and your fingers find his face once more that evening, pulling him closer to you. You kiss him again and again, like a broken record and he comes back, again and again. "You're so greedy. That's a deadly sin, you know."

Xyx smiles against your lips, finding the nape of your neck. You half-expected him to be looking at you with something devilish in his eyes, but you found nothing short of an angel sitting in front of you. "I'm well aware," He pulls your hand up to his lips again, kissing each knuckle separately. "And I would spend the rest of my afterlife in Hell if it means I got to be with you for as long as I can breathe."

[pxrxmoore]

i keep fuckin getting distracted by lou’s pierced ear

[torchickentacos]

We're doing a lab on vitals (heart rate, blood pressure, etc) tomorrow where we measure our own throughout movement/exercises and compare with the class, and I am about to be the most interesting person in the room

[cheemken]

Saw someone post the funniest fuckin strat in UTTU and decided to try it for myself, needless to say, it made life a bit easier lmfao

[hearthomelesbian]

theyre executing me today due to my misunderstanding of pokemon breeding mechanics in gen 4 causing me to waste 3 days of my real life time hatching a dozen eggs and evolving 4 different baby pokemon that i didnt need to instead of just getting a smeargle to sketch both moves and then breeding it w a clefairy

[xxadammurray88xx]

Heya, welcome to the blog. Rules are here and info is below the cut

Just. Fuckin be normal dude. Don't sexualize me. Flirting is fine, idrc

Don't be a dick, no hate speech of any kind. If I make fun of people it's because I'm friends with them and they let me

Do not try to puppet me, I rp my character, and you rp yours.

Warn me before you do substantial damage, same way you'd ask for permission in any other rp space

《Basic info.》

Name: Adam Murray

Orientation: Agender, demi-bisexual. (He/it/they)

Species: Alternate

Height: 5'9

��Mod info》

K so like. I'm mod Adam. Im an introject. Blog is run by me and the host. Bodily, we are still a minor. Please be normal, dude.

《Timeline Notes》

Basically, canon timeline. Except Adam has learned how to disguse himself post "Awakening"

When he occasionally gets kicked out of wherever he's staying, he usually just hides in whatever abandoned building is half decent.

Detests being an alternate and often hears "Gabriel's" voice in his head

After the Torres House Incident (tm), he will try to break any older tech with a screen if you put it too close to him. The static hurts his head, but he just says he doesn't trust it.

He doesn't know whether or not Jonah is alive. He didn't check for the body. He was cold and in pain after all.

《Tags》

# {What do you want? // ask}

# {Unknown number // anon}

# {Another investigation // roleplay}

# {You've reached BPS. // starter}

# {You again? // recurring anon}

# {This number is no longer in service // angst}

# {HEY EMO BOY- // crack}

# {Winter break 2009// ooc}

[birdricks]

birdrick withdrawals.

[theangrypomeranian]

Trick or treat! 🎃

hello friend. <3 so here's something i've been keeping to myself; there is a secret smut version of chapter 1 of Baby Steps. here is some of it (before it gets smutty):

“Hey, T-Bird, what’s wrong?” His thumb brushed under her eyes, startling her out of her thoughts. It was then that she realized that she was crying and she panicked, trying to draw away from him. “Ah, i-it’s nothing, I promise, I’m okay!” She pulled her hands away from him to try to wipe her tears away, mentally cursing at herself for worrying him. “I’m fine!” “Did I do somethin’ wrong?” His eyebrows were pinched together with concern as he quickly drew his hands away from her. “Shit, I’m so sorry, T, you should have told me–” “No no no!” she said quickly, dread sinking deep into her belly. Crap, she couldn’t let him think this was his fault, she didn’t want that argument. “It’s not your fault, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” He blinked at her, tilting his head to the side as confusion marred his expression. “Tina, why are you apologizin’? Yer allowed to cry, it’s okay.” His words made her freeze in place and for a moment all she could do was stare at him. Oh. That…of course she was, but she just…she thought… Carefully, slowly, he reached up to cup her face again, his thumbs wiping away the tear streaks on her cheeks. “Tina, it’s okay,” he repeated gently, his eyes soft as he looked down at her. “I’m not upset attcha for cryin’, okay? I just wanted to know if I’d done somethin’ so that I can avoid doin’ it again. Okay?” He smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead again. “So please stop beatin’ yerself up. Please.” Her heart ached and she was struck by the urge to cry again. This boy…how had she known him for this many years and never seen how amazing he was? How had she been able to stand being with Jimmy Jr. and Jordan when he was right there, ready to be the best thing that could ever happen to her? And yeah, she’d just broken up with Jordan yesterday, but she’d been done with the relationship for months. The only reason she’d been able to keep going was because of the boy in front of her. How in the world had she fallen for anyone else before when the perfect man was right there?

[mishkakagehishka]

Fell back asleep after using up my bp and genuinely can say i did not expect to wake up around 1pm

[greyennui]

showing up to my annual cardiology appointment with tremors and a high heart rate due to not having eaten anything today is probably not my best look

[powderedshards]

more of this dude actually

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

The BPS (pre "WB", current, or even Return!) + Gabriel deserve a beach/lake day.

Away from that horrid county and the Alternates.

Hell yeah!! Beach episode!!

For real though, they deserve it. They deserve a nice summer vacation

[specialgrades]

🔊🚫👂(lovingly)

you when me when tier 100 fortnite man