#i am patient 0

[cazluvsu]

jalen brunson is a single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops

[bunnihearted]

🕸🎀˚.⁺⊹

[i-am-a-fan]

I wanna ask about your favorite OC You know Chan Kimili I am now interested, though only when you have time to ramble about it. I shall sit in this ask for as long as i can

I WILL MAKE TIME FOR IT!!! Super long post with images.

Okay! So this is Chan Kiimili' a Geoffroy’s Spider Monkey-based 'celestial' monkey.

I use the term 'celestial' very loosely because, while they are not a regular monkey demon, they are based on ancient Mayan culture. As a result, I wouldn't really say that they are a lmk oc, but since I ended up tying their storyline with Bo Fu's they kinda got roped into the mess.

Powers: They have illusion and light magic where they can summon small rays of light that appear as the person's worst fears. They initially used this power to create an almost barrier around their area, but in more modern times, they use it to help people get over their pasts.

Origins: Their abnormal nature comes from them being originally a warrior spirit who was chosen by Ah Puch, the Mayan god of death and beginnings, to kill a chosen priest of Quetzalcoatl to ensure that their tribe would be safe. A rough sketch of Ah Puch has been drawn out and placed under where it's a bloated owl-like figure with a human skull as an almost maskish face.

However, the tribe didn't take to Chan very well. Imagine you are just trying to survive the night and this ghost-like figure with the stench of death walks to your family. (I have the comic linked here!) This led to Chan 'dehumanizing' themselves and only seeing themselves as an object to protect the tribe.

Then they met the priestess. The only other demon that ever treated Chan like another person, because she knew what it was like to be an object of fate. They end up playing games where they try and 'kill' each other, but the other person always seems to find a way to escape.

However, when the gods choose something, you have to obey.

I love them so much and I am constantly working on them in my head.

[beanghostprincess]

With Sanuso week coming up I might reply to your asks a bit late :(( You all know I absolutely adore seeing you in my inbox but it takes a lot of time to write the proper replies you deserve and between irl work and my own writing it's a bit too much... So please be patient, sweeties <3

[sandboxer]

for drabble ask: shelly de killer putting on lingerie

or

manfred von karma taking a bubble bath 😇

Every layer is armor, and immaculate dressing ensures security. Especially these garments, unseen as they are. A strong foundation, an immaculate foundation, lends itself to the effortless execution of a contract. Shelly requires of himself finesse in all things.

So his lingerie collection is extensive, to say the least. Every stitch in his closet is crucial, though, to continued excellence in his chosen field. Corsets, bralettes, stockings, stays, garters—all tools of the trade. 

It’s five past six on a Thursday, and it is time to dress for the field. Shelly stands in front of the tall mirror in his walk-in closet as a blank canvas. A vulnerable thing in need of protection. The walls are lined in armor.

He starts with a thong, refined and reliable black lace that he knows hugs his hips without digging in. He runs his thumb across the fabric as he holds it in his hand, inspecting it briefly for tears or pulls. Once cleared, he steps into the garment and smooths it over his hips. It’s not one of his custom pieces, so there’s just barely enough room for his cock, but it fits perfectly well enough for the job. In the mirror, a delicate thing stares back at him.

Next is a bralette, simple and sheer. The black mesh dips low on his chest, and the silk band clasps in the front—a preference learned after years of inelegant attempts to maneuver hooks in their traditional place on the back. He slips it on, and once clasped, smooths a hand down his chest and the raised stitches that run down his front. A single pink scar slashed across his left pec peeks out from beneath the soft material. In the mirror like this, he could almost mistake himself for flesh and blood. 

Send me prompts for ~300 word drabbles

[baby-xemnas]

love talking to you guys thanks

[stephofromcabin12]

If I am in a hole that means that I am literally having brain rot that won’t stop for months

Sure it’s a good thing also can I have a

🫒

I see😅 - sorry for the brain rot lol

And why yes, yes you can

[share an LC spoiler out of context]

[2truehearts]

the one time i fully open up i get hit w the "ur speech is so complicated" + "idk how this is a compliment" hjfjssfdksjjhs

[phonydiaries]

first draft of my next P x reader fic is done!! Final draft should be finished and ready to post sometime tomorrow :D

[yooniesim]

Collective and final post should've just been an apology and a promise to do better. But I guess that's just too much to hope for.

[beyblaiddyd]

i was just a major asshole to my mom but to be fair to me i think anyone would be

[snarltoothed]

i should probably be trying to identify which foods make my intestines unhappy but i’m gonna be honest i don’t think cutting out dairy and bread and added sugar will help with the anhedonia like am i happy when i’m bloated and my ass hurts? no! but i’m also not happy when my brain refuses to produce dopamine and i’m working with no “official” ADHD diagnosis and therefore no treatment so i’m stuck with an extremely dulled dopamine response and am therefore drawn to foods like cheese and bread and sweets because food and music are the only legal options for dopamine acquistion… well and weed but the weed is mostly to help me cope with the chronic digestive discomfort, joint pain, myalgia, TMJ tension headaches, and anxiety >.> and even IF i did get an “official” ADHD diagnosis (why is it even listed in my MEDICAL RECORDS if it doesn’t COUNT?) there is exactly 1 drug used (in the US, maybe somewhere else has other drugs similar to modafinil idk) to treat ADHD that doesn’t significantly increase serotonin or norepinephrine levels but it actually isn’t an ADHD drug it’s a narcolepsy drug and due to medical misogyny it likely isn’t an option for me because despite being CELIBATE i have female reproductive issues and the only treatment for THOSE is fucking oral contraceptives which modafinil conveniently counteracts and the norepinephrine from other stimulants wouldn’t matter that much even with the excess norepinephrine i was producing on account of having POTS… IF SOME DUMBASS DOCTOR DIDN’T TELL ME SNRIS WERE PERFECTLY SAFE FOR PEOPLE WITH POTS AND LESS LIKELY TO CAUSE ANXIETY AND OTHER NEGATIVE SIDE EFFECTS THAN ADHD MEDICATION… DESPITE SNRIS NOT BEING RECOMMENDED FOR POTS PATIENTS IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCE BECAUSE SHOCKINGLY, THEY INCREASE NOREPINEPHRINE LEVELS MORE THAN ADHD MEDS DO! BECAUSE ADHD MEDS DO NOT INHIBIT NOREPINEPHRINE REUPTAKE!NOR DO THEY INHIBIT SEROTONIN REUPTAKE, WHICH INCREASES SEROTONIN LEVELS! WHICH IN TURN INCREASES NOREPINEPHRINE LEVELS EVEN MORE!!!

[nature-played-a-trick-on-me]

Who can watch this and not go. Oh my god I want to do this

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Had zombie dream where I was telling a group of survivors to run and these motherfuckers were taking a nice little stroll, woke up before anything happened and now I'm twice as angry

[ut-against-genocide]

Hey everyone!

Mohammed and Enas family has been surviving under brutal war.

We would like to help out a family that wants to escape Gaza warzone.

If you donate to this GoFundMe you can get art from one of us!

@kyeterna

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@thepencilriot

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@cranberrytea451

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@enbyhyena

@nairi-0

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We chose a Gofundme that's super close to the goal, hoping they can get the payout sooner!

We have heard nightmare situations of Gofundme campaigns being refunded/deleted because of the site refusing to pay out the families. So we would like to see if this is feasable and that they can hit their goal and escape.

Please be patient with us, if there are any mess ups, or if GoFundMe decided to delete the campaign. We really hope that does not happen, and that all of us can help the family!

[chrisevansonly]

𝐉𝐞 𝐓’𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: girls night is always fun for you, and now charles knows you only ever have and will have eyes for him

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight swearing, very fluffy

𝐚/𝐧: this was a request from a while ago so I just decided to write it now, this fic has no french i have 0 brain power for it, and im so so sorry for takin such a long time to update, things have just been so busy and not amazing lately. anyway, enjoy 🫶🏻

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Charles couldn’t hold back the smile on his face as he held your hip gently, your eyes narrowed at him in suspicion, clearly too many strawberry cocktails had been consumed tonight.

“Oh what’s that look for baby?”

“Don’t call me that. I have a boyfriend” you retaliated, words slurring as he nodded

“Baby, I am your boyfriend cmon, I have to get you home”

Shaking your head you reared back from him, your brain in its drunken state clearly not happy hearing that

“Absolutely not, I’m not going home with anyone, I’m going home with Charles”

Your friends were laughing at this point too, teasing you and poking fun at you, which you didn’t fully understand but Charles was ever the patient boyfriend, part of him slightly proud with your denial to leave the bar with anyone but him.

He had no insecurities in your relationship and he had the utmost trust in you, he just was happy to see you could handle yourself if you needed.

“How about I take you to find Charles then hmm?”

“Find Charles?”

He nodded, taking your hand in his as you reluctantly began to follow him, his arm moving to wrap around your waist as he directed the two of you out of the busy club, and over to his ferrari which was parked across the street.

“I know this car…” you said, letting out a yawn

“You do baby, come on…let’s go”

His voice was soft as he helped you into the car, doing up your seatbelt, holding back yet another laugh at the slight skeptical look in your eyes.

“Ready amour?”

At the sound of this a lazy smile pulls at your lips, thinking of Charles and the special little pet name he calls you

“Hmm Charlie calls me that…”

“He does, he knows it’s your favourite”

“How do you know?”

Smiling he leans down to kiss your forehead, happy to see your eyes slowly starting to close, hoping you’ll get some sleep on the way home.

“I just know amour…”

Just like he had suspected, you’d fallen asleep on the way home, your head resting against the window as he checked on you from time to time. Charles knew you’d either be a little more sober when you got home and recognized him, or he’d sleep in the guest room as he had before, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable if your brain wasn’t sober and you didn’t recognize him, which for the record rarely happened.

When he pulled up the driveway he opted to carry you upstairs, holding you to his chest as you slept soundly, only stirring when your back hit the mattress. Charles watching as your eyes opened and you blinked sleepily.

“Hi…”

“Hi baby…how are you feeling?”

Nodding you rubbed your eyes

“Hmm sleepy…thank you for picking me up”

“You’re welcome, you gave me quite the hard time…”

Groaning you looped your hands around his neck as he leaned over you, a teasing smile on his face

“I’m sorry baby…I swear I don’t mean it..”

“I know amour, if it makes you feel better I find it quite cute when it happens”

You rolled your eyes laughing softly, knowing he just enjoyed seeing you try and fight him off thinking he was just a random guy, it boosted his ego, but in the best way possible.

“How about I get you some comfy clothes and take your makeup off?”

He waited for you to nod before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips

“I love you, even if you forget who I am sometimes”

Hitting his chest gently you smiled

“I love you too…and i’m never drinking again”

Charles laughed shaking his head, knowing you’d very much do this all over again at another girls night in the future, but he didn’t mind at all. Especially when he got to cuddle up next to you every night, knowing he was the one that got to hold your heart in his care.

Even if you did forget who he was from time to time…