#i freeze and whine

[bnnywngs]

there's something in wangxian fanfics that i hate and that is when any character tries to "cure" wwx's cynophobia

although i don't have a phobia, i /am/ afraid of dogs, especially the big ones, the lil babies not so much bc they're cute and i can always jump somewhere high enough they won't get me bc they're, you know, tiny

and something that i deeply hate is when someone says "you don't have to be afraid, they don't bite" like it's so simple, because, let me tell ya, IT'S NOT!!! it's not something i can decide on a whim that it's ok to pat a big ass dog's head because it's owner told me they don't bite, because it's not a switch i can turn on or off. YES i know they won't bite because they're basically smiling at me but those huge teeth, the huge mouth, just being beside it my heart beats so hard, so loud, and there's fear running through my whole body and the need to just run away or idk jump to the roof like a cat and be stuck

it's like when you're afraid of heights (I ALSO HAVE THAT BTW) and someone says "just don't look down" and haha fuck you???

anyway, what i hate in fanfics is when wwx is deeply afraid of a dog and the character begins "hey it's ok, they won't bite, look they're sitting still" like he can just stop feeling fear after that, magically, suddenly. and then they make him touch said dog, like peer pressure or something, and oh suddenly from nowhere at all wwx starts liking dogs and i hate that

it makes me fell bad i'm still afraid of dogs?? it's not easy to navigate life with this while almost everyone around you are dog lovers/parents/tutors 🥹 and most strangers can and will make you feel bad about it, like it's just a whine, a passing thing, you're just too picky

"why are you afraid, they're so docile!!" well, i almost lost my lower lip to a dog i hugged when i was 6, and then almost lost my knee to a huge one less then 10yrs later, but i'm sure you think it's nothing

pls do remember wwx almost died because of street dogs and that's the root of his fear, he probably have scars through his body from that time

anyway this is my personal opinion ✌🏽 happy holidays i guess

[ehgood-enough]

My landlord just upped my rent by the most he ever has because of “inflation” wtf inflation doesn’t change the cost of your mortgage.

Water rate hasn’t gone up.

Since I’ve been renting here he’s gone from working a very busy full time job and driving an old little Mazda and living in house down the street to early retirement, moved to one of the richer parts of town in a huge house and driving an Audi. Fucking “inflation” my ass

Mind you I don’t have a functioning sink in my bathroom and haven’t in over a decade. My fridge that he was totally going to replace after I moved in is still sitting in my kitchen with busted shelves and either being too cold or too warm no middle ground. Windows that don’t close all the way that he was totally going to replace ? Yep still not done just like the fridge over a decade later

I could go on and on. He’s literally fixed one thing the entire time I lived here. Replaced a toilet that had been leaking for I think 3-4 years possibly longer. I kept mentioning it but he kept saying oh ok he’ll get to it but didn’t bother until it became a serious issue

But yeah I can’t really afford to move so…..

But what an asshole move to raise the rent at the start of heating season because I can really afford more rent and the outrageous costs for heating that have gone up like mad

And of course I was just finally feeling like life had become somewhat stable for me heading towards better. Every fucking time I feel ok there’s something that ruins it

[autogeneity]

kind of ridiculous that even after all this time the only thing really you can do for colds and flu is "suffer"

[doxiedreg]

Realising I'll need to wait out processing and recovering from my mental health turbulence before I can get back into creative endeavours and working on my characters makes me go grrrunmmmphh internally because time is limited and I got a glimpse of heaven in that 4th week of may when i was possesed by the art muses and had so much energy and 0 blockage and so much inspiration and then everything went to shit and i want it back so bad *cries*

Time until art fight is so limited please brain, please get yourself together. I know you've been through an immense amount of stress and I need to be kind and patient but not having any oc thoughts at all makes me really sad and i want to see my children again and work on my world and draw and *sobs more*

[six-of-ravens]

thanks, metal spatula, I really needed your handle to fucking fall apart while I was making a quesadilla 🙃

[theflyingfeeling]

I would be SUCH a good midsummer date for Joel come oooon 🤧

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

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hate that i cannot even take a FUCKING SHOWER IN PEACE, do NOT!!!! use the FUCKING SINK!!! when someone is IN THE SHOWER!!!!!

[werebutch]

Ok goodnight I’ve been anxiety ridden over seemingly everything the past week or so to the point where my TUMMY won’t stop HURTING for ONE MINUTE the whole time. I’m scared I’m so scared of everuthing I’m scared

[cxldtyrant]

          “Hearing Earthlings complain about the change of temperature is laughable. They don’t know the true meaning of cold.”

[fullrangeofemotions]

"I'm cold."

[bbqhooligan]

even from tracing my "mypost" tag you can see im in a rut and im becoming more and more tired and going further and further into my shell and becoming unable to start things, do things, wallowing in misery, i have no idea how to break out of this im now annoyed with my endless whining. i have to do something but i cant

[rxkuyo]

love people who are like 'can't wait for it to be spring' like you do realize that we've been having spring for the past 1½ months right ? it practically came right after fall my guy like we've had about 9 days of winter back in december and yet here you are. complaining. get a reality check mayhaps idk

[ectoplasmer]

it’s late and my brain is barely working and my room is cold as usual and i know there are a lot of other more important things i could be mulling over but i’m thinking about how my f/os would fare in the winter weather and like. the odds aren’t looking too good here

[doxiedreg]

Love it when my anxiety mode randomly activates without a clear cause.

Why are we anxious brain? What's the danger? What do you want? Please just give me more information instead of vibrating in place what am I supposed to do with this

[devil-in-hiding]

the men finding farmer!reader awake earlier than you usually are one morning, scribbling in a little notebook at the kitchen table, eyes darting between your words and the calendar on the wall

“good morning, there’s tea on the stove and toast on the counter.” you greet, voice soft and tired and Price rolls his eyes.

(once you start warming up to them and allowing them to help more, they grill you about working yourself to exhaustion)

“Thought you promised to take it easy this morning.” He mutters, giving Grimes a scratch behind the ears as he goes to grab a mug. He feels Ghost squeeze by behind him, hands warm on his lower back as he pours his tea.

“I’m making a schedule Price.” You yawn, shooing Soap away he tries to snatch the last bite of eggs of your plate. “Hey!” You snap, slapping his hand. Soap looks at you as though you beat him. “Not even a little bite?”

“Make your own, you don’t even like my eggs-“

“Aye! All I said that mornin’ was they was runny!” He whines, and Ghost lightly shoves him away, stealing the seat closest to you.

“What kind of schedule hm?” He questions, trying to peer down at the paper.

“Breeding season.”

Gaz chokes on a piece of toast, Soap slapping his back quickly. Ghost’s fork clatters back onto his plate and Price freezes, only to curse when scalding tea cascades over the side of his mug and down his hand.

You watch, brow raised, as they compose themselves.

“Breeding season?” Soap asks weakly, voice tight and you look between them, tilting your head.

“Yeah…? For the animals…?” You say slowly, and they let out a synchronised groan, Price running a hand over his face.

“Christ love, learn how to phrase shit yeah?”

“What? What do you mean? It’s breeding season!”

“Lass please-“

[dragonsholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.