#i love this doctor sm she's so confident that this is something she can fix

[menkhu]

wait. ok. hold on.

[roseheartsprincess]

My Riddle Rosehearts dating headcanons!

note: I don't take requests ! :( I just feel like sharing those ahdhdhdjdhdj I love my boy Riddle sm

more under the cut !

— He doesn't like the idea of kissing people without any feelings; Deep inside, he's a hopeless romantic! How could someone do something so pure and loving without really feeling anything for the other? Pfft.

— He didn't really realize he was in love with you, it was just admiration for you, right? Maybe because you follow the rules and are a good student, maybe because you are so confident in yourself and don't depend on rules like he does... Who knows? Poor guy.

— Yeah, Trey definitely notice that between you two. Why would Riddle of all people be so much more nervous and strict about a unbirthday party? What sets it apart from the others? Is it because you're coming?

— After some good amount of time, you're finally dating the red-rose tyrant!

— He's gentle, so gentle that you wonder if he's the same Riddle who was collaring everyone some time ago. He is also your admirer! Although he's not as creepy as Rook tho . . . He loves you so much, he really likes to stare at you for a looooong time. Even though he disguises it by saying that his uniform was untidy.

— Touch starved. He won't cling to your waist and beg for affection, of course not, but he would love some kisses as a reward after studying or something... Can there be cuddles too? · Please give this boy lots of love. He'll love it and take it all.

— He's not a fan of PDA. To be honest, he hates couples making out around him, and he wouldn't want to do the same to you— not in public. He prefers to show his affectionate and cuddly side in private, only you have that privilege, okay?

— Even though, he likes being next to you. You're heading to your dorm on curfew time? He'll be with you to make sure you're all cozy under your blanket. Going to library? He'll go too and study with you. Going to Heartslabyul? Please do. There's someone waiting for you.

— He's such a gentleman! His mother may not have taught him about love, but she sure taught him how to be a truly gentleman. He kisses your knuckles, fixes your hair, takes you places and takes care of you... A sweet boy.

— He sees you in such a pure way; Could NEVER see you as a 'hot body' or anything. That's it.

— He drops everything for you. You call him in the middle of the night? You'll get scolded but he insists on answering you and having your precious sleep interrupted. You're sick and he has studies for an upcoming test? Be ready for a Riddle of two roles: A doctor and a teacher. You're feeling clingy today? He's not so clingy himself, but he'll be glad to be your personal pillow. Kiss and cuddle him all you want.

I'm out of ideas and sleepy. Goodnight.

[harleyquinnbluemoonlove]

Welcoming the new Social Movement/Platform/Political Party in the World

Official Name:  Blue Dog Bite Mafia 888 *BETA*

Owner/CEO/Founder/Dealer/Player/Delivery BAD B: 

Current Name:  Monica Gill   FUTURE Name: Mercedes Lynnette Giovanni

Email:  fairytalesexist2020@gmail.com

Current Financial Status:  $0.00     ---- You may DONATE by using CASH APP Cash Tag #$bluedogbitemafia888

***MY CYBER FAMILY MUST ENSURE THAT DONATIONS ARE NOT HIGHJACKED/STOLEN****

BASIC IDEA/PLAN OF ATTACK/EXECUTION OR POSITIVE WORDS LIKE “LAUNCH”.  We can issue an ATTACK or a LAUNCH CODE.

I will dumb it down a little bit. I am taking advantage of my position of power, now that I am a Celebrity in the World. Its the greatest feeling in the world, feels better than good sex and that is a hard thing for me to admit because I love some good, hot, sweaty sex and I’ve been going without for several weeks. I almost fell like a Nun because I cannot even pleasure myself because I was molested as a child by Lovie Price’s boyfriend “Frank Parker” a gasoline man from an early. I told Connie Price about it when I was 15 and her name at the time was Connie Dunford. It was the same day Brandie Ann Thompson said Curtis Triplett tried to rape her in the bathroom at the house In Frayser, Memphis TN. Brandie Ann in her hayday, resembled a youthful Cameron Diaz. Cameron Diaz dated Justin Timberlake once upon a time. She played in the move “The mask” and the mask was green. At the end of the movie, the dog put on the mask. You all know, when you wear that mask---you become a Shape Shifter, transforming into anything/anyone you think will grab the Hot or Not Rated #10 Woman’s ATTENTION/HEART/LOVE and will do anything, I mean anything to get it. The secret to my success is a compilation of everything good, bad, dirty, evil and let’s call it “The Struggle” or the “Human Experience”. 

Old School (OS) Operating System (OS) Back to Basics (B2B) Brandie Thompson (BT) Barry Thompson (BT) Blue Tooth (BT) Brandie Smith (BS) Bull Shit (BS) Rent A Center (RAC) Roger Adren Crawford (RAC) $1K (RAK) Rags to Riches Richard Abernathy (RA) **secret boyfriend shh!!** Douche Bag (DB) or Douglas Belknap (DB) Thomas Jones (TJ) County Road (CR) Danny Thomas (DT)  Deanna Thomas (DT) ... Trying to show you how I think period dot. In ya’ll are slow, period dot also equal two dots. You must have two dots to play connect the dots and draw the lines to illustrate inspiration into a masterpiece. The best pieces of Art are very old, have a solid reputation, and is properly curated to ensure it maintains its value for infinity times three.

Basically, you can get with my program, drink my Kool Aid, swallow your pride, do the right thing, if you have done something wrong, you really need to return to your basic religious beliefs what they may be, get right with yourself, because what you have done will come to light, exposed, we are moving on from there. We are, as a society going to change and deliver the children and the children’s children: a brighter future with more options, a limited amount of privacy, give them the world and see what they can accomplish with living in a world of positive vibes, beautiful colors, great music, entrepreneurship, dreams, and now, the little girls if we get married will truly believe in fairytales. This right here is whats up because we have an opportunity, once in a lifetime opportunity, to fix society, establish unity and peace, competition is good but everyone needs a chance to win sometimes to boost their confidence and pride. When there is monopoly or kingdom, it fosters the seven deadly sins, seven capital sins, and the seven cardinal sins, which is systemic to original sin. 

Genesis clearly explains that certain things were created on certain days and back time was measured. You cannot just create a man or a woman. First, you need the Universe. Then, you need the Galaxy which creates Space. In Space, you have the moon, stars, sun, planets, black holes, asteroids, comets, shooting stars, orbit, gravitational pull. Here we are on planet Earth with 7 continents and 7 oceans. I like the number 8 because it represent a number, a symbol, and no limitations--infinity. My son was born on 3-8-03 weighing 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 19.5 inches long, color: BLUE, life: No sign of it. It took 10 minutes and PLEADING WITH THE LORD AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS SCREAMING PRAYING TO PLEASE GIVE HIM LIFE, I DON’T WANT TO HAVE GONE THROUGH 35.5 HOURS OF LABOR AND 7 HOURS OF HARD PUSHING WITH NO PAIN MEDICINE, NO EPIDURAL, GAVE BIRTH TO A STILL BORN BABY NATURALLY AND THE GOOD LORD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS AND THAT BOY CRIED AND WENT TO THE NICU AT BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL IN MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND. ITS ALSO REFERRED TO AS “THE PRESIDENTS HOSPITAL”.

He is 17 years old, already a MASTERMIND and a Professional Gamer. He is so smart like me, that he had to design/build/code his own computer because there is not a computer on the planet that can keep up with his level of gaming. I saw a photo of it. Its a desktop computer with the case taken off the side--lit up with blue LED lights

It’s Confession Time and Holy Communion Time that means confess your sin, wrongdoing, break bread, eat bread, drink wine, not whine. No days off, no excuse, no immunity, no setups, no blame game, no liars, no stealing, checks and balances, no absolute power because absolute power fosters absolute corruption, which is why were in this position right now with COVID-19, Corona Virus.

I think one person needs a pardon because he has stayed on the job, even though he was originally lied to by the Feds. He deserves a pardon, record expunged, and an opportunity. I see great potential, just needs an opportunity, believe in himself, and have the courage to escape his own prison of gold diggers, groupies, fans, and whores.

In this triad, it is a rags to riches story times three. There is only 1 TRUE VERSION of ME, and its right here in Memphis TN, age: 41(Birth Cert).

To succeed in any sports game, you must be fit, educated, content with yourself to include your pros/cons/demons and knowledgeable & intelligent enough to know that I am certified True OG, I got your back no matter what because to me money ain’t a thing, fame fades just like stars, but loyal dogs do not turn on their master unless they are abused or hungry. I am a Blue AKC Royal Bloodline Pitbull, Staffordshire Terrier. Pitbull is the image you need to have in your mind when you think of ME.

#donations #loyalty #888 #TRUMP2020 #IG #WHISTEBLOWER ACT #RULES #ESPNSPORTS #RAPGODS #GREEKGODS #GOD #CLASHOFTITANS #THEGAME #THEROCK #GLUE #DOCTORS   #LAWYERS #COWBOYS #DANCE #L.I.F.E. #LOVE #SM #EM 

#NEED SOME COM[ANY AND VITAMIN D

BLUE, COME ON UNLESS YOU ARE “CHICKEN” “SCARED”

I PROMISE I WILL NOT BITE. BUT, I AM STARVING, LONELY, NEED MONEY TO CREATE AND LAUNCH MY DREAMS TO POSITIVELY AND EFFECTIVELY CHANGE THE WORLD WHICH WILL PLACE ME AND PRESIDENT TRUMP IN THE HISTORY BOOKDS. AND THE HISTORY BOOKS ARE GOING TO BECOME FACTBOOKS, AND HISTORY CLASSES WILL BE MANDATORY THROUGHOUT LIFE REGARDLESS OF AGE, POSITION, JOB, FINANCIAL STATUS BECAUSE THE BEST EDUCATION IS A “CONTINUOUS EDUCATION”. IF YOU DO NOT CONTINUE LEARNING, YOU BECOME RUSTY AND THEN, YOU CANNOT KEEP UP THE FAST PACED CHANGES OF ADVANCE TECHNOLOGY IN THE REAL WORLD AND IN THE REAL GAME OF LIFE.

RECOMMENDATIONS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1.  DONATE MONEY TO MY CAUSE ON CASH APP 

$BLUEDOGBITEMAFIA888 

DO NOT HACK MY PHONE OR MY LAPTOP, DO NOT HACK ANYTHING OR ANYBODY BC YOU CANNOT DO IT BETTER THAN U.S. BC U.S. CREATED THE INTERNET IN WASHINGTON DC AT THE PENTAGON CALLED “DARPANET” IN 1974. THE FIRST COMPUTER WAS AN APPLE, SECOND COMPUTER WAS MICROSOFT. A GOOD BRAND IS A HP WITH MS WINDOWS. I HAVE A BLUE HP LAPTOP STREAM, I HAVE A BLACK APPLE IPHONE 7. I AM ON A WIFI WITH A VPN THAT KEEPS GETTING DISABLED. THE SOUND ON MY PHONE DOES NOT WORK. I AM BACKING UP BOTH DEVICES AND GOING TO RESET TO FACTORY SETTINGS SO I CAN GURANTEE EFFECTIVE DIGITAL SECURITY.

2. I NEED COMPANY TO SIT WITH ME, DRINK WITH ME. I WOULD LOVE SOME JACK AND COKE OR A BUD LIGHT. I WOULD ALSO LOVE SOME FOOD THAT CONTAINS RED MEAT TO ASSIST ME WITH MY BLOOD PROBLEMS. BUDDY OR BLUE OR YO -- FIGURE IT AND SEND ME SOMEONE I KNOW. I AM TOO PRETTY AND TOO COOL TO BE CHILLING BY MYSELF WITH NO FOOD, NO ALCOHOL, NO MONEY, NO WEED, ETC. 

3.  SELF EVALUATE OR DO A PEER REVIEW/. SELF EVALUATION IS LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THINKING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. I LIKE TO WRITE THINGS DOWN, IF HELPS ME. IT WILL BRING ABOUT A SENSE OF UNDERSTANDING WHO, WHAT, WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, HOW YOU BECAME PERSON, AND DESIGN YOUR OWN ROADMAP TO BEING A BETTER PERSON AND OPENING YOUR HEART TO REALIZATION THAT THE CHILDREN ARE THE FUTURE, RIGHT WE ARE THE WORLD, WE CAN ACHIEVE GREATNESS, A NEW TYPE OF MAGIC “UTOPIA”.

WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF LIFE? ARE YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELF? CAN YOU FREE YOUR MIND? CAN YOU OPEN YOUR HEARTS? CAN YOU COMMIT? DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN? DO YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE? ARE YOU IN YOUR OWN PRISON--YOUR MIND, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS?

WISDOM COMES WITH TIME, EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION, HARD WORK, SERVICE, LOYALTY, PURPOSE, AND TRAVELING.

At the end of the day, who do you want to be with? 

Woman - Wise can deliver the world or drop the world, age 41 -- looks better than 20 & 30 year old GIRLS. Does not care about money, fame, status, power because the game was scheduled and unfortunately, unaware of the OP -- she walked, ran, sprinted STOLE the Flag, and won the game. 

Everyone wants to still run their mouths, try to control a man, and those hos, have no power, position, fame, etc. They are with or around you because of who you are, what you have done, and what you can give them---in my opinion that is abuse of power and targeting someone to manipulating them to do what you want them to do.

I like structure, things to be done a certain way because I like cleanliness, organization, faith, love, hope, trust, and loyalty. 

I would not cop an attitude with everyone, if  I did not feel like the world was against me. Hint, hint -- I don’t trust authority figures because I was molested, abused, targeted, almost died several times, lied to, cheated on, setups, smear campaigns, gossiped about, bullied, beat on, yelled at, called names, jealous women everywhere so dumb they forget I have a hunger against Human  Trafficking. People are on this RACISM BULL SHIT. 

Its 2020, Racism = IGNORANCE AND IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS ANYMORE, IGNORANCE IS DEADLY. 

Basic belief system of Karma, it is a metaphysical/paranormal reality that is mixed with real, artificial, and soon-to-be virtual reality. It is what it is. 

What you set your mind, what you do and the thoughts and actions you put into the world will either grant you your dreams or come back times three by the of karma, what goes around, comes around.

I want/will do good and be a good role model for everyone. I am going to teach, help you, do what I want, when I want, how I want because I know my worth, my value, and what I can GURANTEE/DELIVER.

Greed, jealousy, laziness, and all the ugly things that are in the world

                                                  WILL

 get you no where but hungry, lonely but free, penniless, candy-less, eliminate sports.

                                        COMMIT OR QUIT

MY MISSION WILL ENDURE AND CARRY ON UNTIL I FEEL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I DO NOT HAVE A FAILURE TO THRIVE AND I DO NOT LACK A WILL TO LIVE. 

MY ISNT OVER, YET;

[awashsquid]

Follow-up to the last piece in my Moon Death AU, found here. I promise I will return to canon SM eventually, but this is letting me play with characters I don’t usually touch (like Makoto--much as I love her, and I really do, I find it really hard to write her perspective) so I’m really appreciating the practice.  About 1200 words.

Makoto hadn’t been to visit Haruka since the incident.  They had kept her in the hospital for a few days, mostly, Minako had confided, to monitor her mental state before releasing her.  She had been fitted with a temporary prosthetic, Minako had babbled on, finger dipping quickly into the icing Makoto was mixing, and she was walking okay on it, stumbling less and less each day.  Makoto had lightly hit the other woman’s hand with the back of her spoon, chastising for her theft, but said nothing.  She finished decorating the personal cake, adding little sugar flowers to brighten up the chocolate frosting.

“If it doesn’t get to her in one piece, I’ll kick your ass, Mina,” Makoto vowed, boxing up the cake and tying a ribbon on it.  Minako nodded her assent, chatter never ceasing, although now thankfully talking about some celebrity she followed on Instagram.  Makoto breathed a sigh of relief when the blonde left, cake tucked under her arm, and then immediately felt guilty.  She knew that her friend was just trying to make her feel better, but the incessant talking had just given her a headache.

The brunette slumped onto her couch, pulling a pillow into her lap and hugging it tightly.  She had been sending Haruka different treats, all of her favorites, by way of the other girls for the past week.  It was a shitty way of apology—hey, sorry I got your leg blown off and ruined your life, here’s a cookie!—but it was all that she could think of doing.  She wasn’t ready to go see her yet; she had no idea what she was supposed to say. And besides, she reasoned, Haruka probably wouldn’t want to see her anyway.  After all, it had been her stupid idea that had gotten her hurt.

A sharp trio of raps on her door made her head jerk up.  There were little tear stains on the pillow, and she tossed it aside as she crossed to the door, making sure to dry her eyes on the way over.  She unlocked the deadbolt and then opened it.  “Took you long enough,” Rei muttered, huffing in the way that Makoto knew was mostly an act.  She breezed through the doorway and crossed to sit on the couch.  Michiru was much demurer in her entrance, nodding at her and assenting her thanks before gracefully moving to where Rei sat and perching next to her.

Makoto closed the door and turned around, feigning a polite smile.  “Can I offer either of you some tea?”

“No thank you, I’m afraid I can’t stay,” Michiru replied airily, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Rei similarly declined, and Makoto crossed to sit down, every step filling her with dread.  She sank into a chair and felt her eyes flicker back and forth between the two women.

“Mako,” Rei began, “you’ve been hiding yourself away, and we’re tired of it.  You need to see her sometime, you know.”

“I’m going to!  I’ve just been busy.”  The excuse felt lame as soon as it left her mouth.  “Anyway, I don’t think she wants to see me.”

“I understand that you’ve resigned yourself to wallowing, and I’m not certain that I blame you.” Michiru crossed her legs primly at the ankles and leaned forward slightly.  “Haruka has been similarly upset, as I’m sure you can imagine.  She insists on blaming herself for ruining your little plays at being superheroes, and she is convinced that you are upset with her.”

“That’s ridiculous! It was a stupid idea anyway, we never should’ve—”

Michiru held up a small palm, and Makoto fell silent.  “I share that sentiment.  However, I am incapable of convincing her that you are not angry with her, and I’m afraid that your gifts have done little to assuage her guilt.”  She paused and took in a breath, eyes staring at a point past Makoto’s head.  “I don’t make it a habit to ask for favors, but for Haruka, I am willing to make an exception.  And so, I must implore you to come and speak with her.”

Makoto swallowed thickly, hands twiddling with her skirt.  She glanced back and forth between Rei and Michiru, and found that neither was willing to yield.  “I don’t get a choice here, do I?”  She felt a short chuckle bloom up from within her, bitter as dark chocolate.  “Fine, I’ll come over.”

--

The tall woman’s feet shifted nervously underneath her as she hesitated outside of the bedroom door. She had been trying to plan out what she was going to say the whole way over, even as Rei attempted to change the subject, but she hadn’t gotten any closer to an acceptable apology.  “Get a grip,” she whispered to herself, clenching her fists.  She had faced horrific monsters, she had run headfirst into certain death.  She could handle this.

And then her hands pushed open the door, and she saw Haruka sitting in bed, massaging her amputated leg, and she thought that maybe she wasn’t ready for this after all.

Haruka swung the sheet over her leg, cheeks reddening.  “I didn’t expect you, sorry.”  A pregnant pause sat between them, filling the air with awkward silence.  “The doctors say that rubbing it is supposed to help. Or something.”  She was just trying to fill the air with noise, and Makoto knew it, but she nodded anyway.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out.  “The whole idea was stupid—I was stupid—and I never wanted this to happen.  And I’m sorry,” she finished lamely.  When a response didn’t immediately come, she began to edge backwards towards the exit.  “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

“Wait.”  Makoto’s hand fell from the door.  “It’s not your fault.  It’s my fault, really.  Didn’t hear the guy.”  She shifted on the bed, then ran her hands through her hair.  “Have you still been going?”

Makoto shook her head as she replied, “No.  Not since that last time.”  It wasn’t the same, she thought, remembering how she had found herself dressed to patrol, then turned away from the door and instead spent her evening baking.

Haruka bobbed her head. “You can, you know.  It’s not like I can join you.”  She gestured to her leg, and the hollow space it once took up on the bed sent a pang through Makoto’s chest.

Her ponytail swayed back and forth with the force of her head shaking.  The silence stretched between them again, acres of it separating the space.  “You know,” she said lowly, “I used to hate you.  Like, really, really hate you.”  Haruka didn’t move or show any surprise at this revelation, and Makoto smiled.  “Guess that wasn’t subtle.  But after you guys stopped being complete assholes to us”—because of Usagi, came the unbidden thought, and her voice caught a little—“I realized you weren’t the worst person ever.” She realized that this was shaping up to be perhaps the world’s worst pep talk, and her hands clenched into fists with frustration, with the desire to fix the problem without any words at all. “Anyway.  It could have been me just as easy.  It’s not your fault.”

Haruka finally looked up at her, a small smile tugging at her face.  “You’re just still mad I beat you.”

Makoto scowled, but there was some playfulness behind it.  “That wasn’t a fair fight!”

From downstairs, Michiru and Rei, sipping delicately at their Pinot, heard the shouts, and could just make out that they had determined an arm-wrestling competition to be necessary.

“Well, I think that went well,” Rei supplied, swirling her wine in the way she had noted Michiru do before taking a sip.

“I certainly hope so.” Michiru’s glass was half-empty as she raised it to her lips.