#i used to be able to many a day and now i need two days for a colored sketch (which is not long a all!! but i'm slower now)

[lilghostiequinni]

Coming Home to You

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: He can never wait for a weekend without you to come home to you.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando seemed a little peeved at media duties after the race, even though he won said race.

Which usually isn't abnormal, but also isn't normal.

It really depended on the weekend and the factors of that weekend.

One large factor was whether you were there, in the garage, or in the paddock. Even the hotel.

He wasn't happy doing media duties when you were there in the hotel, cause he just wanted to get back to you as fast as he possibly could.

But this weekend, you were not here; you had made plans with some friends, and your friends made plans and dragged you along.

You weren't even in Monaco, well not until about two hours ago.

Your friends dragged you to Portugal for a surprise girls' trip.

You protested the girls' trip, knowing the weekend was important to Lando and knowing that you had a feeling about this weekend, that it would be special.

So, Lando just wanted to go home and cuddle up to where there was no space between the two of you, and you couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began.

He just wanted to go home and sleep for hours, days.

He just wanted to rest, to put away the social media and hide away with you in your home.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go to him from the moment you landed in Portugal, but your friends guilt-tripped you into staying until at least Sunday morning.

You did, though you did get an earlier flight than what you told your friends, and you waited for him in your apartment, watching him as he raced around to track to win.

You had fallen asleep while waiting for Lando to come home, and you woke up, still on the couch and with Lando on top of you, face nestled in your chest and arms around your waist.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to either fall back to sleep or wake yourself up more and also wake up Lando.

When you stopped almost back to sleep, your hand stopped moving and Lando spoke up, "Don't stop." He mumbled to you.

You smiled at him and moved your fingers, but then tapped him on the arm to let you go. You wanted to go back to sleep, but your body wanted to use the bathroom.

Lando, having laid on top of you many times for a few years, knew that you needed to pee.

After you got up, he did too, going to the kitchen to grab the bouquets he got you on his way home.

It became a tradition; if you stayed in Monaco or you weren't able to come with you to a race, on Lando's way home, he would get you flowers.

For years now, without fail, Lando always got you flowers on his way home from a race weekend.

Recently, though, he would pay a florist, the florist he always goes all the time, to bring you flowers even where you went with him.

Well, he would pay for the florist to bring flowers to your home when you were almost home.

So, when you got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen, you seen Lando unwrapping the flower bouquets that he got you, getting ready to put them in vases.

You went up to him and just wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his back.

"There beautiful." You told him, looking at the flowers.

"I couldn't decide which one, so I bought all four." He told you as he finished the bouquet he was working on.

You let go of him and grabbed the vases and then stood beside him, working on the next bouquet as he filled one of the vases with water for the bouquet he finished.

What was a stressful day turned peaceful because of love, because he came home to you.

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[juniperskye]

Stolen Moment

Based on the following ask: I was thinking it was Hotch and the reader's wedding but it's kind of loud and crowded and although the reader is no doubt excited to spend the rest of her life with Hotch the idea of the party didn't appeal very much because finds that type of event a bit difficult. So, she just hides but he knows where he can find her so he goes and sees her sitting in a corner with all her beautiful dress fluttering around her and he offers to skip the party and she just tells him ‘They’re here for us, it would be rude' but he really doesn't care, the only thing he wanted was for her to be his wife. I had to shorten the ask since it was a bit long, but I truly love this request – My wedding was lowkey because I knew I couldn’t handle a big wedding either.

Aaron Hotchner x Wife! Fem Reader Fluff Word count: 1645

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, reader has anxiety, wedding, wedding type content, feeling overwhelmed, Hotch being the best ever, mention of Jack, pet names, mentions of food and eating, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“And for the first time, I’d like to welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner!” The DJ shouted into the mic, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Aaron and you made your way into the reception hall, hands joined as he raised them up above you, effectively showing you off to all your family and friends. Aaron turned you around, pulling you back into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips. Everyone continued cheering for the two of you, joyous to be a part of such a special occasion.

--

The day had been so incredible, everything you could have ever asked for. You had done a private first look, the only witness was your photographer. After the first look you took photos with the wedding party before having the ceremony.

Your ceremony had been short and sweet, with Dave being the officiant, you’d been able to customize the entirety of it. He’d been amazing and personalized it to suit you and Aaron well. After the ceremony ended, Aaron and you stepped away for a private moment, signing your marriage license…but there had been another surprise, you’d also be signing the adoption papers to gain legal custody of Jack. The three of you shared a special moment, full of tears, joy and most importantly, love.

You then went on to take photos with your family and then Aaron, Jack and you took some photos as a family as well as just the two of you as a couple. The location your photographer had chosen was truly spectacular, it had been this lovely grove, the trees blooming with little white flowers, the grass green and lush. It had been perfect.

--

The reception had been scheduled meticulously:

Cocktail Hour (during photos)

Grand Entrance

First Dance

Dinner

Toasts

Dancing

Cake Cutting

Bouquet Toss

Grand Exit

You’d just had your first dance, to a slowed version of The Beatles I Will. Aaron had always been a big fan of the White Album, and that song seemed to be a perfect choice for your dance. Afterwards, you were happy to finally sit and eat, the constant interruption of family and friends coming up to you to offer congratulations and well wishes had been a little overwhelming, but overall, you were doing alright.

Aaron had kept his hand placed somewhere on you the whole night; clasped within yours, pressed to the small of your back, caressing your cheek or neck, or resting on your thigh like right now for instance. He did this to keep you grounded, he knew that this was a lot for you, having so many people around you, but more so the way they crowded the two of you, not leaving any room to breathe.

--

The toasts were planned, you had agreed that you didn’t want to do an open mic for toasts because that often took too long and you didn’t need any embarrassing stories shared in front of everyone. So, the only toasts that were expected were that of your sister, who was your maid of honor, and Dave, who was the officiant…but also technically a second-best man. Jack being the first of course.

What you hadn’t been expecting was Aaron to step up and give a speech of his own.

“I want to start this off by thanking everyone for being here with us on such a special day. For those of you that know us, well you know that I was down pretty badly from the beginning. She had me wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it. As our friendship grew, so did my love for her. I thought for a while that I was going to have to settle for being her friend because I needed her in my life one way or another. But then, she came up to me after months of, what I now know was mutual, pining and she said, “if you’re not going to ask me out, then I’ll just ask you.” That was the moment I knew I was going to marry you sweetheart. You aren’t afraid to call me out when it’s needed, you know how to break down my walls and comfort me through hardships, you make me laugh until my stomach hurts, and you have made me smile more in these last few years, than some people do in a lifetime. Jack and I are so very lucky to have you in our lives and I am honored to have become your husband here today. I love you so much sweetheart.”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as your smile grew. Your guests clapped, many of them wiping their own eyes. Aaron always knew what to say, he had a way with words that overwhelmed you…he was able to say exactly what he was feeling, and you wished you could afford the same luxury. Unfortunately, the words didn’t always come so easily to you. You were able to express yourself in other ways though.

--

The DJ welcomed your guests to the dancefloor, you had been making your rounds greeting people and catching up with some friends when it all sort of hit you…all at once. It was loud and crowded and your dress was starting to feel hot and heavy.

After attempting to catch your breath for a moment, you decided to get some air…that would surely help you to regulate.

So, you snuck out into the back of the reception hall, it had been lit beautifully by the setting sun. Off across the back there was a tree that had grown out parallel to the ground, it looked right out onto the lake behind the hall.  You made your way over and sat, your dress fluffed out around you.

You’d taken a few grounding breaths, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself…despite the anxiety that loomed from being around so many people for so long, it wouldn’t dim the joy you currently felt from getting to marry your true love.

--

It didn’t take Aaron long to notice your absence. Once quick glance around the reception hall and he knew you had gone off to try and calm your nerves. He made his way around to see if you’d gone to the restroom or to the foyer…when he came up empty, he decided to check outside and the view he was met with was breathtaking.

Straight ahead of him, was you. Your back to him, sat on the trunk of this tree with your dress cascading around you. The rays of the setting sun illuminated you from the front, casting this angelic glow around you. Aaron felt so incredibly lucky to have found you in this lifetime. He had been so sure that he wouldn’t find love again…but then you came around and proved him wrong. He couldn’t be any more grateful for that.

He walked over to you, quiet enough to avoid disturbing you, but he also wanted to make sure he didn’t startle you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder “you doing alright?”

“Hmm, yeah I’m okay.” You sighed, leaning into his touch.

Aaron could tell you were exhausted; physically, mentally and emotionally. Today had been a big and long day. One that he knew would be hard for you to come down from. That was the thing, Aaron often sensed your anxieties before you did…you had high highs, and low lows. Today was the highest of highs…which meant a pretty big come down was sure to follow. Aaron wanted to do everything in his power to help you through that, starting now.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?” Aaron suggested.

“Honey, we can’t.”

“And why not? I’ll go grab Jack and the three of us will go grab something to eat and then head home to watch a movie!” Aaron smiled.

“It wouldn’t be right Aar. They’re here for us; it would be rude. Plus, this is our wedding, we’ve paid for all of this.” You huffed lightly.

Truthfully, Aaron didn’t care about all that. He just wanted to spend time with you. He was so incredibly happy to finally be married to you. Nothing else matters in this moment to him…just your happiness. All he’s wanted for the last few years was to have you as his wife, and now you were. His beautiful wife.

“Baby, it’s all for us. Which means we get to choose when it’s all said and done. What do you say?”

“Okay.” You smiled.

Aaron quickly made his way inside, he let Dave know your plan so someone could be in charge of closing everything up, he also informed your sister so she could make sure all your things were situated. Aaron then grabbed Jack and made his way back to you.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

--

The three of you made your way to your favorite diner, a 50’s themed one called Barb’s. Your favorite waitress had even been working, making the night even better.

“Hey guys, did you guys…are you in…I feel like I’m missing something.” Thresa laughed.

“We got married a few hours ago.” You filled her in.

“Oh, and you guys came here? I mean, congratulations…but shouldn’t you be at your reception or something?”

“I am in our favorite diner, with my favorite two people. There is no place I’d rather be.” Aaron confirmed.

“Well, dinner is on the house tonight. Did you guys want the usual, or something else tonight?" Thresa asked.

“The usual.”

--

Aaron, Jack and you ate dinner that night, laughing and smiling and recounting your favorite parts of the day. Though you knew deep down…that years from now, when you looked back on this day, this would be your favorite part. Sitting in Barb’s Diner, eating a grilled cheese across from your husband who knows you better than you know yourself.   

You had never felt happier.

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[thevoidscreams]

hello! I can ask for something from the emperor of mankind.

the reader being a perpetual who is the legitimate wife of the emperor but they fought over her decision to separate her soul in two (star Child), which is why she was hiding for a long time traveling from planet to planet.

But Magnus luckily finds her and tells her father, knowing what she was like from her conversations before her capsules were taken away by the warp.

The angry emperor plans to lock her in the palace until they reconcile, after all she is his only love in his entire long life along with his children needing to meet their mother and her possible new siblings who will be born in the coming months. (some predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex)

The wording of your question confuses because the emperor split his soul, removing his love, compassion and humanity, so he'd be able to face Horus in battle and be able to kill his son without the pain of killing his son, which is where Starchild came from. So I'm gonna have to screw around with the plot to actually make this work, but I will try my best to not completely overhaul the whole ask. But I don't think I can make the Starchild thing make sense, I'm sorry.

Warnings for: predator/prey, size kink, breeding, rough sex.

Word count: 3627

The whole point of planet hopping had been to make yourself as in-findable as possible. To just be a face in the crowds of trillions if not more people across the galaxy. To stay away from your lunatic of a husband as much as humanly possible. But the luck had to run dry at some point. The jig had to be up, but what you didn't expect was for it to be up at the hands of your son. You knew him even before he'd spoken a word to you. This behemoth you'd never even met. You knew the feel of his soul and the gentle touch of his mind. You had not known his name, he was taken from you before you'd even even held him. But you knew he was yours. He seemed to understand that as well. The first title he addressed you by, almost in total shock was 'Mother', as he'd dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hand as tears misted his singular eye. You did not run from him. Why? You couldn't be certain, perhaps it was because your love was so instant when you'd seen him, a deep hollowing ache that had been eating at you since the capsules had been taken. Since that fool you called your husband confessed to you what he'd done. The deals he'd made and the promises he'd broken. The knowledge that he'd consorted with the very dark powers he'd condemned so often and so long had been too much and you'd fought with him, for many days and nights. Both shouting and screaming in a way so uncharacteristic of you both, saying things that could not be taken back. When he'd told you that perhaps your marriage had been a mistake in the heat of his anger you'd had enough of him, leaving that night without his knowledge, not even leaving a note as you trekked across the stars under the guise of a merchant going to set up shop on one of the other worlds inhabited by your kind. The ease with which you left had shocked even you. But you needed time away from him. Away from the dying Terra to gather your thoughts and decide what you really needed. You hadn't expected to ever be back on Terra, but Magnus was highly praised for bringing you home. "So are we just not going to talk about what happened?" You demanded as the Emperor brought you into the palace, which had been very fortified by whom you did not know then. You'd come to learn it was another of your sons. Dorn. "My love, it is history, what happened between us, the fighting, the hurt, it is all behind us." "Behind you maybe." You'd sniped and he clenched his fists in anger. "We have our sons again. Now you can be the mother you were meant to be. Before you abandoned this family." His words cut but you knew that hashing it out would only lead to more fighting. You were tired from fighting and running, so you dropped it for another time. Your husband, who was still legally your husband, even if he didn't feel like it at the time, had recalled all his children. All of your children. The sons who you'd dreamed of for years on end. Suddenly they were all there. Having traveled to meet you, their mother.

Your heart ached to meet them for so long, and you finally could, but the lost time when they had been gone still tore at your heart. The first time meeting brought many tears and often on both sides. Horus had held you close to his chest for almost an hour. And you found that it was like you had known him forever, even if you had only just met. Sanguinius and Vulkan were much the same. Others were more reserved. You found Roboute to be an excellent conversationalist, and the warmth you felt when he told you that he'd been cared for by a woman named Tarasha had eased some of your worries.

As they trickled in one by one you met almost all of them. All but two, and you wept harder than you had in a long time to learn of their fates. The emperor, a man you had held so much vitriol for, a man who you'd run from for so many years was the one to hold you as you wept, despite the fact you did not want him to at first. He held you, kissing your forehead as you poured out your misery into his chest.

It was the first time you'd let him touch you after your return. He'd carried you to bed after you'd cried yourself to sleep in his arms. Despite the loss you endeavored to make the most of the time you had with your sons, coming to know their personalities and their quirks and you loved them all the more for it.

When they left you felt so empty again. The laughter and discussions around the palace were replaced by silence and shadows.

You had taken solace in Malcador of all men, he was a good sounding board for thoughts and feelings. And he cared in a way that only truly old friends could. "He tore the palace apart that morning." Malcador had told you over a cup of tea one evening. "The morning after the night you left. The whole of the planet was put on high alert and he had the custodes look for you, they combed the planet, then the moon, and every other planet in the system. He was beside himself with grief. First his sons, then you."

You wished the words didn't cut as deeply as they did. You wished you could scoff and tell Malcador that you were glad for his pain. But you couldn't, because you had hurt too. After leaving, clinging to the threads of your anger to shield you from the torment you'd felt inside.

"I guess we both said and did some pretty dumb things." You whispered, trembling you hadn't even realized you were crying until Malcador reached out and brushed a tear off your cheek. "You still love him." Malcador observed, it wasn't a question, but a statement of fact that even you could not deny. "He still loves you as well." The words hit you like a hammer, and the tears came more freely. "I don't know what to do." You cried, the sigillite stood, and rounded the table to place a hand on your shoulder. "It will do you no good to dwell on it, and to keep hurting yourself the way you are. Pushing him away is only hurting you both." "I just want things to be like they were before." "That will never be. You can only move forward from here. The past cannot be rewritten, but you hold the quill as you move forward with your own story." He left you with that and you let his words resonate for a long time, deciding what you would do. You made your way down the halls still re-familiarizing your way to and from places, and growing accustomed to the title of empress as serfs bowed and greeted you as you passed. His room was not hard to find. You had been there before. It used to be your room as well. You knocked, and where bid to enter. The emperor's expression lightened as you came in. "You do not have to knock, this is your room as well." He told you, smiling softly. "I've been away a long time. It didn't feel right to just walk in. What if you'd been indecent?"

That only made him laugh. "It would be nothing you hadn't seen before." You made your way over to him, where he was considering some of the books in his personal collection. You weren't sure what the future would hold for you, but you knew what the past had entailed and you made your choice. Your arms encircled his chest and you pulled him in close. You could feel the shock you caused from the action as you began to pull away but were suddenly crushed against him in a warm over powering hug. "I have missed you, my Empress." "And I you." He lifted you into his arms and carried you to his comfortable chair, holding you in his lap as he said something you did not expect. "I am sorry." The words seemed foreign to him. "I am sorry for hurting you, both with my words and my actions. There is nothing I should not have trusted you with. Nothing I should have kept from you, especially in regards to our sons." His lips pressed to your forehead and he let his kiss there linger. "You are my wife, my other half. You should have been the first to know." "I would never have allowed it if you had told me." You stated. "I know, but it was still wrong to keep it from you as I did. And what's worse is I hurt you when you were still hurting, I regret ever telling you such things. I do not regret our marriage and I would marry you, again, over and over no matter the outcome." You held him as he held you. Letting the hurt ebb from you in his arms.

"I'm sorry for leaving, I didn't think about it. I just did it in the heat of the moment, I ran away instead of fixing the problem because it was easier."

The shadows in the room lengthened as dusk turned to night and he carried you to your bed. The very one he'd built with you. "I love you my Empress." You sighed, melting into him. "I love you too."

That night he made love to you again, for the first time in a long time. It was slow and tender, as you both learned the other's body over again.

The following weeks were quiet, the tension between the two of you was settled. Your husband had been staying on Terra with you despite his need to return to the crusade. "I want to go with you. I will not be left here. I am just as capable of warcraft as you are. I used to help you plan, remember?" You told him firmly. "Of course, but I would still prefer it if you did stay here where it is safer." "If you make me stay I will leave again. That's a promise." A dark sort of expression crossed his features but you didn't back down. "Very well, I'll make you a deal. If you can evade me for a whole hour, I will allow you to accompany me as I return Horus and continue our fight to reunify humanity." He rounded his desk and took your chin into his fingers, he was taller than you by more than a foot at the moment and you needed to look up to see his face. "But if I catch you, then you will stay here, having proven to me that you are not fit." "I understand. And when are we to start this little game of ours?" You asked, backing towards the door ever so slightly. His mouth split into a wicked grin. "Right now." You darted away as his hand swiped for you. Your heart suddenly racing as you blindly charge down one hallway then another. After a time you could not hear his footsteps and you assumed you lost him for the moment. The opening act of your little game had eaten up about 5 minutes. Only 55 left to go. You slipped into a door, remembering that this one led down to a lower level where laundering was done. It was dim but you could use that to your advantage. You could feel his aura, even from so far away and knew that he would be in this vicinity soon, and hiding from a man like him wasn't easy, even if you'd done it for so many years, that had been with the benefit of plants and countless light years between you. Another five passed in relative quiet. You did however almost scare the life out of a poor laundress as she went to move a rolling cart of linens only to find you sneaking behind it. Apologizing to her profusely you left the rattled woman behind to finish her work. 49 minutes to go.

You had peaked through the doorway leading out of the laundry room when you nearly took a massive hand to the face. "There you are." He laughed and your body kicked into high gear as you turned tail and fled. He was hot on your heels, but he did not use his warped based abilities to grab you or hinder you. Strange you thought. If only you'd been more focused on the hall instead of the thought you might have noticed in time. Your body met a hard immovable wall as you turned a corner. Arms curled around you, keeping you from you falling or running away. "Hey!" You squeaked and writhed as a familiar chuckle shook your trapped body. "And now I have you. You cannot escape." Your eyes lifted to see the very man you'd been trying to escape. "You CHEATED!" You shouted at him as he hauled you over his shoulder to carry back to your chambers. "I did no such things. I used what abilities I had to win a challenge we were both partaking in. That is all." You huffed. "You used your psychic abilities to make a fake you to chase me. How is that not cheating?" You demanded as he pushed open the door to your shared room. "We never agreed that I couldn't." That was true, but it still felt like cheating to you.

You hit the bed with a thump and you glared up at him, but you were shocked by the expression on his face. It was like hunger, but something more intense and darker. "You are mine, empress, and you always will be." His hand clenched around the fabric of your dress and it came apart into shreds as he tore it from your body. "Now I do believe it is time for me to have my prize, don't you think?" Your body flushed hot under his gaze. "Yes." You murmured as he tore away his own garments. The bed creaked under his as he loomed over you. He was still much bigger than you at the moment and it made what he was about to do all the more thrilling. His cock strained and you felt a drop of something warm hit your stomach. Your gaze flicked down to see the tip was oozing a stream of thick precum onto your skin. "You are mine, all mine." He growled his body shifting as he pulled your legs over his hips and around his waist. The tip of his manhood pressed to your entrance as he began to push in. You were already wet, but the sudden stretch of his cock being bigger than you were accustomed had you wiggling to get off as you cried out in shock.

One of his massive hands clamped around your throat to hold you in place. "No, you stay right there. I'm taking what's mine." He growled again, forcing more of his length into you. A pained cry jumped from your throat as he bottomed out. "Good. You take me so well." His voice was deep and his breath hot so close to your ear and his praise made you whine softly in pleasure. You felt like a tiny rabbit trapped in the talons of an eagle. Unable to get away, yet instead of terrifying you it only made the situation more arousing. His hand stayed fixed around your throat as he pulled out and thrust back in. You cried out again, this time with need and desire for him. He smiled, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. He'd not said anything to you, to anyone really about the way he'd felt when he saw you interacting with your sons, the way you cared for each of them stirred something deep in his core. He would not ever let you go, never again. You were his wife, his empress, you were the mother of his children. You were his. Now and forever. And he intended to see that you stayed by his side. He would not lose you. He could not even bear the thought. He pinned you further into the bed as he rutted into you. His cock stretched you to your fullest as he took his pleasure and in turn gave you yours. You began to whine his name, his true name as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand he used to hold you down by your throat and his eyes narrowed as he had a thought, something he hadn't taken the time to fully appreciate until now. Your rings, the ones used to symbolize your marriage to him. You still wore yours. Had you been wearing it when Magnus brought you back? He thought back to the day he'd seen you again for the first time. His emotions had been running so high he'd not even noticed. In his mind he saw you walk from the thunderhawk with Magnus at your back. You had. The rings had been there, both the engagement and the wedding band. His chest felt tight as he stared down at them. Well that did it. He wasn't leaving you, even if he'd won your little game. You were his, and he knew the perfect way to cement that fact. His hips snapped into yours, he mind fixed on his goal, even as he pushed your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he continued at his brutal pace. He was going to fill you to the brim until you leaked his seed. Then he would give you another load just for good measure. "My darling wife." He panted. "I believe it is time that you and I finally see to that wish which till now has had to be postponed." He grunted, allowing himself to succumb to his pleasure as you came apart below him. He came, pushing his cock all the way in, nudging your cervix so he was sure that less of it would leak out.

"Neo-" You began but your voice was immediately cut off as he pressed his lips to your. His hips are drawing back to thrust into you once more. He was pleased by the way you gasped and suddenly reached for him, grabbing him close to ground yourself.

"I am not done with you yet, my Empress. We have so much to achieve before we head off." He kissed your cheek and rolled his hips a bit more gently than before, after all he couldn't risk tiring you out too soon, he had to be sure that his cum did as he desired, sowing life and the future of the imperium.

Horus was delighted to see you again, as was he glad for the return of his father as he made the long voyage across the stars to reunite the lost pockets of humanity that had been lost during the dark age.

You sat quietly by your husband's side as he read reports and kept things flowing in an orderly fashion. You pressed your head into his side trying to get his attention. He chuckled and pulled you into his lap. "You've become such a needy little thing haven't you." His smile was warm as he placed his hand over your stomach and you felt your child immediately react to his presence as they rolled closer to his hand. "I think our little one is almost as excited to get here as we are for them. Still, do you think they'll be a boy or girl?" He chuckled. "I can sense their aura growing stronger by the day, they'll be a strong and healthy child. That is what I am most concerned with." You nodded I suppose.

"You looked up at the clock on the wall and grinned. "We have some time before we have to be anywhere else." Neoth knew immediately what it was you were insinuating and he set the slate he'd been reading aside. "It would seem we do." He purred, his hand gliding under your shirt to cup one of your breasts. "Why don't we make the most of it?"

Horus had been knocking for several minutes and he began to get a bit worried. His mother and father were supposed to meet him almost half an hour ago. He waited until he finally heard the lock turn and the door slide open, his mother stood there, hair hastily brushed back as if it had recently been disheveled and her clothes were still a tad rumpled.

"Yes Horus, is everything alright?" You asked, a bit breathless. The primarch suddenly understood what he'd interrupted and felt his worry turn to embarrassment. "You and Father were supposed to join us for supper." "Oh, goodness that's right. We must have lost track of time. Give us a few minutes to uh... finish what we were doing and we'll join you, shortly. Okay?" He nodded, cheeks pink. The door slid shut and the primarch went to wait down the hall a ways. He loved his mother and father dearly. But he didn't want to hear what it was that they needed to finish. At least they'd locked the door this time he thought gratefully.

[guzhufuren]

Hey, I've noticed you've been pretty quiet lately and I hope you're doing okay. I know we're not friends or even mutuals so I'm sorry if I'm overstepping by messaging! I hope the world will treat you kindly and that you can find comfort and support if you need it 💕

hi sweetheart wow this is so genuinely nice and kind of you, thank you so much for caring to the point of reaching out

i'm on the way there! i will be okay, hopefully soon. it's not serious, i just had a medium sized break down after receiving a very negative comment on something i made, in mix with a bit of unrelated loneliness and yearning on top of that, plus many many 4am drowsy what-am-i-doing-with-my-life regretful thoughts that i have had in the last months swimming up. like for my unwellness history it's really only about 6 points on the scale where the maximum is 10, so not big. i turned all social apps off but couldn't shake off the distress caused by that one stranger on the internet being unkind to my project, despite knowing they were misunderstanding and were also not in a state to understand at all, so i was kind of confused about what's up with my brain and why it can't move on

and it was a good choice! because after being only with myself without any internet distractions for the first time in years, figured out in just a day that mood swings have been back for a while, over one month at least (so anger issues weren't totally Yunho's fault actually bless him), some other parts of mental health worsened too

got a grip on myself, went to my doctor, got back on meds, now i'm sleepy every minute of waking hours while my body is getting used to them again, but it's gonna be fine. received advice on how to write a mood log, turns out very helpful as additional treatment to keep hypomania and anxiety under control. i even started working out, doing memory exercises and preparing my exam notes tentatively, which is so hard and scary, oh my god, but i must. job search is even scarier but i'm working myself up to finding a good one with little, very very very very tiny steps but they are moving

in the first day of self made quarantine i rewatched the queer korean show Love for Love's Sake that cured me from depression for a while and from any possibility of suicidality for a lifetime last year. it didn't work the trick again, because i'm really not living in the best or even just calm psychological environment to let it do its magical healing thing the way it should, but it did give me new clarity and make me intensely cry some shit out, so that was also very nice

accidentally found the best fic ever and it brought me so much very needed comfort in the past week. it's sweet, funny and stress free. like a warm blanket. or a cup of vanilla cocoa that makes your cold toes tingle in winter. or a hug from the love of your life. first atz and woosan fic to enter my hall of all time longfic favourites. very rare honor but it deserves it completely

also found a bunch of bloggers who post videos of the ocean in Thailand, some even stream the beach 24/7. it's so cool, i watch it in the evenings for short periods of time. helps making it bearable to just survive here a little bit longer until i am able leave

i sort of of really like that when i don't spend 12 hours a day on the phone doing mind-numbing scrolling or posting, there is so much free time to do cool stuff? i have kinda felt like i can be back on here for a couple of days, but i still freak out a bit for two reasons. first, that bad comment is still hanging there and it still makes me too upset to open notifications or my own blog page, which is ridiculous but that's how my dumbass unwell-brain-made feelings are. so i will see how that goes away and i get over it like an adult. second, i'm scared to be sucked back in the addiction to the colourful little hellsite app so i usually end up throwing the phone away in panic after 5 minutes of the app being open. maybe i will work up to it more gradually, don't know, let's see how that goes too

thank you again my little treasure, i will happily take that kindness and comfort you offered here as you are a part of the world. and you can message without worrying anytime, no mutualship or officially labelled friendship necessary. i'm very cool with small amount of interactions, just not big on chatting online one on one for long and don't enjoy it super much. and also with how often i see you around we are considered friends for sure. so thank you again for being so sweet i really am so grateful to you for this, one hundred friend hugs in return

[captainstressed]

so ive been working on a post-breakup bucktommy fix it for a hot minute and she's almost finished so i wanted to share the first chapter here before i put the entire thing on ao3.

its starts from the 'tommy's bubbling me' scene from 8x07 except its from tommy's pov. its mostly hurt but i swear the comfort is coming!

title: i love you, im sorry. word count: 1341 chapter: 1 of 2/3

Tommy hit backspace, deleting the drafted text he’d written to Evan with a sigh. Dropping his phone beside him on the couch, he reached out to grab the open bottle of beer from the coffee table and took a long swig. It wasn’t far off three in the afternoon but Tommy couldn’t bring himself to particularly care; he’d come off shift within the last hour and wasn’t scheduled back in until the next day, it also wasn’t as though he was planning to have more than one or two. He needed a distraction, something to temporarily cloud his mind that wasn’t Evan. Buck. He’d lost the right to use his given name the day he walked out of his loft.

It had been just over two weeks since the break up; fifteen days if he was counting, which he was. He had ran the conversation over in his mind an infinite number of times since then and each time he hated himself a little bit more.

“Did you just break up with me?”

“Yeah. I guess I did.”

He slammed the bottle back down on the table with more force than necessary. He was a fucking coward. He’d been a coward back when he was at the 118 and he failed to stand up for Hen and Howie against Gerrard; Tommy had been battling his own internal demons but that didn’t excuse his behaviour then and it sure as hell doesn’t now.

He had told Buck that if they ended up moving in together, then the younger man would end up breaking his heart; something that he wasn’t sure he would be able to move on from. The irony of it all was that through his own cowardice actions, Tommy had beat him to it and succeeded in breaking it all by himself.

Bringing his hands up, he pressed the heals of his palms into his eyes. He felt the sting of tears and took a breath, willing them to remain at bay. He had no right to cry, not when this was all his fault. He had broken up with Buck; had panicked at the thought of moving in with him. Not because he didn’t want to, but because when his heart was inevitably broken, the fallout would have been too much for him to fathom.

Tommy wondered if this imaginary scenario would have left him feeling anything like the way he felt right now. His palms were wet, the stars dancing behind his eyes the only outcome of his efforts. Swiping the tears that were only replaced by more a moment later, he wiped his hands across his jean clad thighs and tipped his head back against the back of his couch.

His fingers itched to grab his phone; he wanted to call Buck, apologise for being such a coward, for joining the list of people who had walked away from him and beg him for another chance. It was selfish, he was selfish.

He didn’t deserve Buck; Hadn’t been deserving of being his first relationship since discovering his true identity. Buck had trusted him, had let Tommy in. The two of them shared words and experiences that were completely new to Buck and it made Tommy feel sick that he had taken these things from him, with the promise of protecting them and him only to run when his own insecurities got in the way.

Curling his hand into a fist, he bought it down on the cushion beside him. The movement jostled his phone and lit up his home screen; his background was a picture of an LA sunrise, which to anyone else wouldn’t seem particularly special but to Tommy it held precious memory.

It had been taken a few months prior during one of his early morning runs, by Evan. Tommy had mentioned to him that one of his go to’s for winding down after particularly gruelling shifts was to hit one of the many hiking trails and if he was lucky enough to finish a shift before the day had officially started, then he could sometimes catch the sunrise. It was a way to remind himself that in spite of the often tragic calls he dealt with whilst at work, a new day was just on the horizon and with it the renewal of hope and possibility of brighter times to come.

He’d thought the idea was beautiful and asked if he could accompany Tommy sometime should their shifts lineup. They ended up going one morning after Tommy had finished a forty-eight and Evan was due to start his own a few hours later. They’d found a perfect spot to watch the sunrise and paused their run to drink it in. Evan had taken a picture just as the sun was peaking over the horizon, setting it as his phone background and almost shyly explaining to Tommy that this way whenever he looked at his phone it would remind him of not only the reason behind it but also of Tommy.

It had been one of the many times in which Tommy had wondered how he got so lucky as to find someone as adorable as Evan. He’d even asked him as much, which earned him a blushed smile that Tommy couldn’t help but kiss off his lips. Before asking him to send him a copy of the photo and setting it as his own background too.

Tommy could have changed it in weeks since the break up, probably should have done if he’d had any desire to move on. He wondered if Evan had changed his; selfishly he hoped he hadn’t.

He stared at his phone until the screen went back to black, mulling over his scattered thoughts before picking it up and unlocking it. It reopened back onto his text thread with Evan, they hadn’t spoken to each other via text since Howie’s wedding and the memories of that day and night settled heavily in the pit of his stomach when he compared how he had felt then to how he felt now.

His thumb hovered over the bubble to start a new message; Tommy knew what he wanted to say, what he’d wanted to tell Evan even before they broke up. He had never called his own feelings towards Evan into question, self hatred threatened to bubble to the surface once more when he reminded himself that the only person he had called into question was Evan himself.

Evan who had never been anything but open and honest with Tommy from the start of their relationship. Sure, he’d put his foot in his mouth a few times at the start and sometimes he got a little ahead of himself, but it was one of the many things Tommy loved about him.

Tommy loved him. Loves him.

But he let him go because he’s a coward.

With a sigh, he tapped the bubble to send a new message but paused. After weeks of radio silence Tommy knew it wouldn’t be fair to drops these heavy feelings on Evan straight away. If at all a voice in his head snarked. What if he was too late? What if Tommy ending things had been the wake up call Evan needed to realise that though Tommy had been his first, he didn’t want him to be his last and these last weeks had just helped cement those feelings.

The thought caused him physical pain. His entire reasoning behind breaking up with Evan in the first place had been to shield his heart from inevitable break, but it had quickly become apparent that he was destined for this fate regardless. He couldn’t allow himself to consider that Evan loved him back. He hadn’t deserved it before the break up and he sure as hell didn’t now. The difference now however was that he felt as though he had nothing else to lose, and he owed Evan the truth no matter what the outcome may be.

Fuck it.

“Can we talk?”

Tommy held his breath and hit send.

[srbachchan]

DAY 6223

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 1, 2025/Mar 2 Sat/Sun 3:35 am

All planets in one line .. amazing phenomena .. picture taken by friend in Prayagraj ..

Chand Mubarak .. Ramadan Mubarak

greetings and wishes on the auspicious day ..

late I know for the writing in the Blog .. but writing all the same .. all else can wait but this connect hopefully one keeps in continuity .. the love and affection beyond all ..

Used to see all the cricketers on the field with such perfectly shaped beards and wondered how they were able to do this .. until I bumped into Alim .. the hair specialist .. son of the famous Hakim, the hair stylist of the 70's , who was responsible for my hair during those times and created a style that suited me ..

People in the early years used to tease in fun for me and referred to me as .. अरे वो कान पे बाल वाला हीरो !!

🤣

But Hakim who worked professionally at the Taj Hotel was the one I went to for a hair cut and told him what I wanted and he designed my hair .. remained with me for years .. and still does ..

So Alim who has followed his Father's profession with great success has been responsible for many of my hair dressings , and today voluntarily said he could do what I was enamoured by and set about trimming my facial growth :

It's still a long way to go , but a beginning has been made ..

Alim renowned all over .. has his stores all over the Country and even overseas .. a proud moment for his Father Hakim, who is no more .. a gentle committed and endearing soul .. would travel to outdoor locations if I needed him .. his scissors worked magic ..

And now Alim has taken over .. runs all his stores and facilities .. takes care of several celebrities .. married with two kids .. and has named them SKY and STAR .. a girl and a boy .. wonderful is it not .. !!

So its 4 am .. and I must rest ..

Keep well and in wellness .. ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[sage-nebula]

This is a really difficult post for me to make for many reasons, but one I am going to make anyway because I don't know what else to do. I will try to keep it as succinct as I can.

For years I have said that I work in IT, and this is true. But what I haven't said is that I work in IT for the federal government. For privacy reasons, I won't say which branch, but I have been a federal employee for years now. About two weeks ago, DOGE started coming after us. So far, I still have my job, and those higher than me in my branch have instructed us to not respond to any DOGE emails. While I wouldn't bend the knee to Elon Musk, Trump, or anyone else in DOGE regardless (I will hold the line as long as I can), it's still a beyond stressful time knowing that I could lose my one source of income at any moment.

To make matters worse, because of my refusal to bend the knee to Musk, I've been completely cut off by the one remaining family member I had left, my father. He has made it clear that if I lose my job because I am standing up to the current administration, he will not help me. Moreover, he also refuses to speak to me, having said, "We have nothing else to talk about" the last time we did speak. So it is both a financial and an emotional severance.

The final nail in the coffin to my mental and emotional state right now is that I am in a bad amount of debt. To be precise, $3800 worth of debt, on a credit card, that I am struggling to pay even with my job right now given how high my mortgage and car payments are, not to mention my other bills. Part of the reason the debt is so high is because I had a massive plumbing problem that needed to be fixed at my house—essentially, the previous owners installed the pipes incorrectly, which completely ruined the plumbing in the kitchen and everything had to be re-piped. This was a little over $1000 alone, not to mention the weeks my kitchen was inoperable, leading to me relying on takeout just to be able to eat. That, plus interest on the bill, has left me in a tight spot.

So now, I'm here, doing something that it takes all of my willpower to do: ask for help. I don't know if I'll have a job in a few weeks. I don't know if I'll be able to pay this off even if I keep my job. And the stress of that has led to me being unable to eat for days, and throwing up what little I do eat, when combined with everything else. If you have read this far (and I don't blame anyone who hasn't), I thank you. And if you can offer any assistance, I thank you even more.

I have a Ko-Fi, which you can find here.

I put some designs up on redbubble that you can order as stickers or other things, which you can find here.

I'm willing to draw pictures, or write ficlets / fics, for anyone who would like to help. You can find examples of my art here and my fiction writing here. If you want something, just send me an Ask and we can discuss it.

I'm sorry this is so long. And again, I thank you for reading to the end if you have. Thank you for caring.

[heybrownieboy]

CHAPTER III: YOU’RE GONNA SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

POV: 2nd Person.

— Word Count: 1.2K+

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for such a late update :(

ACHOO! 

You groaned as you pulled your face out of the elbow you just sneezed into. 

“Someone’s talking about me,” you stated. 

Across from you, Nicholas chuckled. The two of you currently sat at one of the tables in JYP U’s cafeteria. Luckily, you were able to snag one of the window seats. The massive windows almost reached floor to ceiling and looked out onto the university’s beautiful main courtyard. It bustled with activity as students and staff made their way through. Others were sitting on the edge of the giant, three tier marble fountain that was directly in the middle of the courtyard talking amongst one another.

“You sure you aren’t just catching a cold?” he asked. “Or is this another one of your psychic intuition moments?” 

“It better be my intuition,” you grumbled, grabbing up your chopsticks. “I really don’t feel like nursing a cold right now.” 

“Okay let’s say someone is talking about you,” Nicholas offered. “I personally think it’s because they overheard you threatening someone with holy water in the chem lab bathroom at nine in the morning. They’re telling their friends how crazy you are.” 

You rolled you eyes at him. “The only reason I had to even mention holy water is because the thing didn’t want to leave!” you protested. “It literally was just staring at us from the vent. And then it got angry when I actually pulled out the vile. You felt how hot it got in there.” 

“It felt like we were standing on top of a fucking furnace,” Nicholas agreed as he began cutting into his mushroom, spinach, cheese omelette. “Was this one pointy?” 

You arched an eyebrow at his question. “Pointy?” you asked, a little amused. 

“Every time you’ve drawn one of those things, they’ve been pointy.” 

“Not really? To be honest this one was kind of just a black blob and eyes.” 

“How many eyes?” Nicholas asked. 

“Three.” 

“Why do they always have three eyes?!”

“God only knows,” you said with a shrug. “Cause they definitely aren’t enlightened.” 

You stuffed some rice into your mouth and hummed in content. To you, there was nothing better than a traditional breakfast on a cold day. You tray was filled with some of you favorites— grilled mackerel, rice, miso soup and tamagoyaki. You had gotten hot green tea with honey as your drink but you knew before you left you were picking up a coffee. You were definitely going to need one to get you through the day. 

“So Jake is one lucky bastard, huh?” Nicholas asked after a few moments of silence. 

“Nah,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. "That guy radiates nothing but good energy. He has a pretty strong aura and a sound mind. So, it'd actually be harder for it to attach to him.”

“Good energy? He’s our year’s resident fuckboy.” 

That had you giggling. “I mean yeah,” you said. “But he’s so… smiley and sweet, it’s kind of hard not to like him. Sometimes I don’t think he understands why people go for him so often.” 

“Do you like him?” Nicholas asked, a teasing edge to his voice. 

“I like him as a friend,” you said rolling you eyes. “He’s hot as fuck, yes. But not really my type.” 

“Oh but Jimin-hyung was?!” 

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you?!”

“Fuck no!” Nicholas exclaimed almost seemingly exasperated. “I still can’t believe you slept with him!” 

“It was Halloween and I was buzzed!” you defend. “Not to mention I hadn’t been laid in awhile. Let a girl live.”

“Maybe eventually. But Jay and Hyuka won’t if they ever found out.” 

Nicholas gave you one of those grins that had you sitting up straighter. He was about to say something stupid. You just know it. 

“What if Beomgyu-hung ever found out?” he asked. 

You paled at the thought and mustered up the coldest glare you could. The man across from you broke out into laughter. Laughter that may have been a little too loud for how quaint the cafe was but at the moment neither of you cared. 

“Don’t say that,” you hissed at your best friend. “You’re gonna speak it into existence.” 

“Can you imagine his reaction?” Nicholas said practically choking on his laughter. 

“Yes I can! He’d be fucking insufferable! You know what man can’t keep his mouth shut for shit!” 

“And you used to gush about how hot you thought he was.” 

“Yeah until he pulled that stupid ass prank on me,” you grumbled. “It showed me how much of a dumbass he could be.” 

“Oh my god,” Nicholas sputtered beginning to laugh again. “You’re still holding a grudge about that? You’re as bad as Natty.” 

“He ruined my favorite shirt.” 

“It was an Alice In Chains T-shirt you got off E-Bay.” 

“Still my favorite shirt!” you exclaimed. 

“Trust me I know,” Nicholas said. “You wore that thing religiously our senior year of high school.” 

You grinned at him. “You’re just jealous of my great fashion sense,” you teased. 

“Your ‘great fashion sense’ consists of band t-shirts and jeans,” he deadpanned.

“And what’s so wron—“ 

Your mouth snapped shut, body going rigid. Nicholas noticed your silence and change in demeanor immediately. 

“Y/N?” he asked. “What do you see?” 

You just shook your head. 

You couldn’t see anything. 

But you sure as hell could feel it. Its aura was suffocatingly heavy. The kind of weight that made your stomach twist and turn almost painfully. 

Slowly you turned your head towards the window, searching for anything. You noted how the wind had stopped. The tree leaves that had once been rustling softly were completely still. Too still. The birds had seemed to sense the danger too, their songs stopping abruptly. 

Where was it? 

Your eyes frantically searched over the courtyard but you couldn’t see anything. No spirits. No demons. Nothing. 

Was it concealing itself? No. If it was it wouldn’t be letting it’s aura seep and overwhelm as much as it is. It wants its presence known. So why can’t you see it? 

You could not only feel the dark side of it but the human side too. Whatever it was, had either been human or is still human with dark soul. 

It made you nervous. Not just because of it’s aura or the fact that it wasn’t presenting itself. But you knew how these things were. They were powerful entities that usually end up wreaking havoc. Though they had humans sides, they thrive off discourse and pain. Any one of the people on campus could fall victim. Hell, even multiple. And this definitely felt like an entity that could attach to multiple people at once. 

You turned back to Nicholas, who was just as tense and unease as you now. 

“I can’t see it,” you said. “But whatever it is, it’s strong.” 

Nicholas’s eyebrows furrowed at that. “Why isn’t it showing itself? Is it like… mocking you?” 

“I think it’s just letting me know it’s here. It may be mocking me. I’m not completely sure. It can’t exactly tell what its intentions are. I can feel it pulling away now though.” You stood up, grabbing your things. 

Nicholas quickly followed, sucking down the rest of his coffee. “What are you going to do?” he asked. 

“I’ll figure that out once I’m able to see it for what it is exactly.” 

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[scribbledghost]

Oh whoever requested that angst prompt for inhuman vessel and the mortality arguement…. That hurt?!

How do you think they’d resolve it? We need to bring back domestic reconciliation

it hurtttttt it hurt so bad

As for how they resolve it, I think once II finally convinces Vessel to just sit down and talk to you, it goes fairly smoothly. Or at least, as smoothly as this sort of thing can go.

He's still upset, make no mistake. You can tell as soon as he enters the room; his body language is almost stiff and closed-off, while his mind is walled off from any attempt to connect.

II essentially leads him into the room with you, then leaves. (He may or may not lock the door on his way out. He knows how Vessel is, and he knows it's better for everyone for him to be forced to sort this out now).

So... you talk. You'll have to go first, otherwise the two of you will simply sit there in silence all day. You'll apologize, telling him you shouldn't have brought up your mortality like that. It's not something to bring up in an argument, not when you know for sure it'll hurt him.

After that, you'll be quiet for a while. Vessel still won't move, but eventually he'll speak.

"Did you mean what you said?"

It's a simple question, but it's one he needs to know the answer to. He needs to know how you really feel about all this. And don't even think about lying to him, the telepathic connection all but guarantees you won't be able to.

Regardless of your answer, and regardless of what you said during the argument, I think Vessel opens up a little as to just how badly your eventual death scares him. He knows you've got many years left, but in the frame of his own lifetime, it may as well be the blink of an eye. So for you to use that as a way to shut down an argument... it makes him feel some type of way, and it's not pleasant.

It's gonna be a long conversation, and not just about the original fight. It'll be uncomfortable, but it's a necessary conversation to have. He'll tell you that he's not afraid of his own death - quite the opposite, really. He sees it as simply another form he's destined to evolve into. He's certain Sleep will continue to care for him even once his physical form expires. But you? That's different.

Things will still be raw and sore between the two of you for a little while after your conversation; it'll take a little bit of time for things to go back to the way they were before. But you'll get there, with a stronger bond than before.

[wynandcore]

Able: mechanic by day, music star by night

I wanna know how they met so badly

[egregiousderp]

This week’s had many high points but one of the quieter ones for me was finally having my own room where I can put @naniiebimworks ��s Biblically Accurate Aziraphale up on my cabinet to totally reflect my LED bed lights like my Mica Door used to.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I was just listening to a song I used to love while we were friends. I listened to it so often, we talked so often, it became the background music to our relationship.

I'm listening to it while I knit. I often forget that I started knitting because of you. I remembered tonight. It's strange, I never knitted anything for you. I've knitted for other loved ones, rarely for myself, but never for you. I remembered you showing me the amazing things you made, and I wished I could get to that level of skill. But at that time, you had to explain to me how to purl because I couldn't get it.

Everything reminds me of you in a terrible way. Everything I do is an echo of you. I started painting so that I could paint for you. I started knitting to bond with you. I hear your voice in the music I listen to. You're haunting the things that I love. Will I ever make a brush stroke or stitch without you on my mind?

[barley-st-band]

hey does anyone know how we’re supposed to survive it all. asking for a friend

[homosexualcitron]

i want to do art trades with moots so badly but i want to finish the current chapter i'm working on before arrgg

[fxckinemo]

im only worried ab this month bc I don't have anything extra coming in but im so scared

[deepseasmetro]

listen the fact is that a lot of poor people ARE bad with money. i have terrible impulse control around spending 5 dollars here and 10 dollars there and i know so many people around me who have this problem too. but its not "this persons bad with money, so theyre poor"; its "this persons poor, so theyre bad with money". i dont know when i'll be able to get a little treat or eat out or buy myself something that will make me happy again so i have to do it now. idon't know when i'll afford food again so i have to buy it now. i don't feel confident in the fact i'll ever have the cushioning to genuinely enjoy expendable income, so instead of saving and hoping (only to have my savings routinely wiped out for moving, or medical costs, or a car accident), i spend it now so i can enjoy life now.

i think if you see poor people ebegging constantly but two days ago saw them posting about a fancy coffee and a pastry, you need to stop viewing "spending a few dollars you maybe shouldnt" as something that requires the Punishment of "can't pay the fucking bills". some of us, just like, need to feel like we have some kind of normalcy in our lives because being poor fucking sucks