#i was really stressed about it for a while but you know what. i am working LITERALLY every second i am in this building

[takemeapart]

fwb to lovers. super short! wrote this quickly but it’s still (mostly) proofread.

modern au. ellie x reader

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Ellie lays on your chest, her ear right above your heart. You’re both partially unclothed due to fooling around earlier but now you’re cuddled up, legs intertwined under your huge comforter. The steady beat of your heart calms her down some but she still feels anxious. She wants to ask a question that’s been eating at her since shortly after you two started this whole friends with benefits arrangement a month ago.

She knows she doesn’t really have a right to feel jealous. She knows. But it doesn’t stop the ugly feeling from creeping up at the thought of you seeing other people.

Before she can help it, it comes out. “Are you seeing anyone else?” She whispers into the quiet darkness of the room.

She can feel the hand you had raking through her hair stiffen, halting its movement.

“Um… Why do you ask?” You respond, your voice hesitant. Your fingers slowly return to running through her short hair again.

“Curious.” Ellie continues to stay where she’s at, too afraid to see what look you might have on your face. “So?”

She can hear your heartbeat pick up slightly.

“…I am.”

“Oh.” Ellie screws her eyes shut, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She thought…. Maybe… She actually doesn’t know what she thought. It’s not like she asked to be exclusive but the answer hurts. She thinks she knows why the revelation hurts so bad but she shakes off the thought before she can think too deeply about it. She stays still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your body before she abruptly sits up. “I have to go.”

She can hear you sit up, your voice laced in confusion as you watch her grab her clothes off the floor. “Wait, why? What’s wrong, El?”

Everything.

“Nothing.” Ellie responds, voice tight, as she hurriedly pulled on her pants.

“Wait.” You crawl near the edge of your bed and reach out for her wrist. Ellie stops at the feel of your warm hand on her, body tense.

You say her name softly and she keeps her eyes forward, refusing to look at you.

You tug her to you, her body in between your legs and your eyes searching her face while she continued to look at everything but you.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask gingerly.

“No.” Ellie says stiffly. “Why would I be mad?” She finally lets her gaze drop to you before looking away again. The way you were looking at her made her feel so vulnerable. She felt like you could probably see right through her. “It’s not like I have any right to be…” She mutters darkly, a frown forming on her face.

“Can you please look at me?” You whisper, tugging at her jeans to get her attention. “Please.” You say lowly.

Ellie looks down at you, her frown still present, waiting for you to say something.

Your cheeks were still a little flushed, your hair mussed up, and your lips still slightly swollen. Ellie felt satisfaction knowing that she was the one who made you look like that but the feeling was short lived when she remembered there was currently someone else out there potentially seeing you like that too.

You looked at her imploringly. “It was one date.”

“Okay.” Ellie resists the strong urge to squirm out of your grasp. She doesn’t really want to hear more.

“Ellie.” You stress, “I’m not sleeping with anyone else but you. And if I was, I would tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to stop seeing them?”

Yes. “You’re your own person, I can’t tell you what to do.” Ellie says gruffly, her eyes leaving yours.

She feels you grab her hand in yours. “Ellie.” She can hear the frown in your voice. “If it bothers you, just tell me.”

Ellie returns her gaze back to your face, searching for something. She bites her lips and briefly closes her eyes in defeat, her shoulders slumping forward. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know why I reacted like that.” Lie. She shakes her head. “I just… I don’t…. really like the thought of you with somebody else.”

“Why?” You press, a certain tone to your voice.

“I just said I don’t know.” She says tightly, getting slightly irritated. Did you want her to make a fool out of herself? Want her to confess just so you could possibly reject her? No thanks.

“Okay.” You say delicately, taking a deep breath. “…Can I confess something?” You ask, your hands toying with her fingers as you gaze up at her.

Ellie gives you a wary look. “…What?”

“I don’t really like the thought of you with somebody else either.”

Ellie feels her heart skip a beat. Although she feels a bit hypocritical, she still asks: “Why?”

“Because I like you.” You said simply.

“Oh.” Ellie blinks. She feels her face flush once your words actually sink in. Her heart feels like it’s going to fall out of her ass. You liked her. You actually liked her. How was it so easy for you to say it? How were you so brave?

You tug her closer, your arms wrapping around her as you press your face into her torso. “So don’t leave.” You mumble into the cotton of her shirt. “Or I’ll be really sad.”

Ellie lets a small smile spread on her lips as she looks down at you. She’s hesistant to fall back into the easy intimacy you two shared but still reaches a hand out to smooth over your hair. “Okay.”

“You didn’t say it back.” You mumble into her chest, tightening your arms around her waist.

Ellie takes a deep breath. If you could be brave, she could be brave too. “I like you too... I…I want to be exclusive.” She whispers nervously.

You pull back, looking up at her. “Okay.”

Wow, that wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. So she presses on, feeling more comfortable and confident in expressing her desires.

“And… I want to take you on a date.”

You smile and Ellie melts. “Okay.”

“And… I want you to be my girlfriend.” Ellie adds, her hand cupping your cheek.

You laugh, placing your hand over hers. “Woah, you’re full of demands today.”

Ellie pouts at you. “Is that a no?” Maybe she pushed her luck with that last request.

You pull her down for a short kiss before pulling away slightly. “Ask me again after our date.” You whisper against her lips.

Ellie bites her lips and nods. At least it’s not a no.

You pull away from her and crawl back under your sheets, patting the spot beside you. “Now take your pants off and get back in here.”

Ellie laughs and kicks off her pants, “Now look who’s making demands.”

“Oh, shut up. I really can’t believe you were going to just run away like that instead of talking to me.”

Ellie lets out an embarrassed groan, crawling in and cuddling into your side. “I was scared. I didn’t think you liked me like that.” She mumbles into your skin.

“Well, I do.”

You two lay in comfortable silence for a moment.

“…I’m happy.” Ellie whispers, her hand sliding under your shirt to clutch at your side.

You kiss her forehead. “I’m happy too.”

[silverbrain]

Eepy Activities

Summary- sleepy Zayne is so tired he's basically sleeptalking

It had been a particularly trying week for Zayne. Monday and Tuesday had been flooded with sudden emergencies and the talk he had to give on Wednesday only added to the stress. Sure, Zayne loved his job. He’d never complain, but you could see how tired he was getting, in the way he’d fall asleep as soon as he lay down at night.

It was finally Friday evening, which meant Zayne had a half day. He comes home from the gym enthusiastically, entering the apartment and calling out to you immediately.

“Where are you?”, he sings, a bit dramatically. You peer out from the couch where you had been scrolling away on your phone, the screen lights nearly lulling you to sleep.

“Someone’s happy to be back”, you say, amusedly.

“Of course, I am. I get to see you”, Zayne says as he crosses the carpeted floor to envelope you in a hug. The fresh smell of his shampoo wafts up to your nose briefly.

You quickly make plans for dinner and decide to watch a movie that you had both been wanting to watch for a while. Zayne even suggests helping you cook, even though you try to tell him to sit down and rest after his week.

“I feel fine, really”, he assures.

You know he’s moving on sheer willpower and you’re kind of waiting for the crash. It always comes eventually. Once a week, whenever his odd hours let him, Zayne would sleep for hours. Sometimes 9, sometimes 12. Yet, he always refused to take rest unless his body took it for him.

You eat a dinner of pasta and chicken breast. Zayne makes sure to comment on the amazing quality of your cooking as he devours the food. Soon after, you’re settling in, in your cozy bed in your pajamas, anticipating a good movie and a cozy night.

You skitter around in the room, drinking some water and doing a few end-of-the-day tasks as Zayne sits in the bed, blanket already on his legs, glasses askew. He’s trying to multitask looking at something on his phone and the television screen, peering through the top of his glasses as he alternates between the two. A small smile appears on your face at his cuddly appearance.

“Let me just wash my face and then I’ll be there”

“Okay”, Zayne smiles at you, before going back to searching for the movie.

A few minutes pass. You’d taken a bit longer than usual, peering at yourself in the mirror, wondering if that new skincare product you had bought was working. You return to find him slumped against the headboard, remote still in hand, breathing lightly. You creep into bed slowly, carefully trying not to wake him up, as you take the remote from his hands. He hardly reacts at all, probably spiraling slowly into the depths of sleep.

You sigh as you switch the screen off. You couldn’t find it in you to wake him up, when he was looking so soft and sleepy. The movie could wait. Still feeling incredibly awake, you decide to read the novel you had been putting away for a while.

A good few minutes of reading pass. Beside you, Zayne has quietly slipped off the headboard to lie in the mattress, his body giving in to much needed sleep. He turns once, to lie on his chest, hands below the pillow. You cast him a look. He was hardly a restless sleeper, but it seemed like the tiredness was getting to him.

Then, you hear a quiet hum. Your eyebrow quirks in surprise as you look over to him, wondering if he was having a nightmare. It didn’t seem like it, because Zayne simply mumbled something that sounded like a question. “…palpitions?”

You curiously focus on his lips, as he seems to be asking about something. He furrows his brow a little, the same way he does when he’s thinking deeply.

“What’s wrong?”, you ask softly, taking care not to wake him up.

“pal…tions”, he sighs.

Huh? Is he dreaming about his patients? You reach out to press your thumb against his furrowed brow. His frown dissolves instantly and he seems to have lost track of his dream, nuzzling his face deeper into the pillow.

You run you hand through his soft hair a few times before getting back to reading your book, before you hear Zayne shuffling around to lie on his back. He pulls the blanket up to his chest as he does it, leaving his arms above the blanket. You giggle a little. He looks like the perfect stock photo of ‘sleep’.

He sleeps peacefully for a few minutes, and you focus your attention back to your book, getting lost in the fantasy world the author has weaved. You look over to him, only to find him sleeping with both his hands raised.

You nearly jolt at the strange sight.  His left hand extends high up in the air, poised as if holding a pen, while his right arm bends at the elbow, spinning little circles.

‘What is he doing?’, you wonder with fascination as he continues his little actions, slow and repetitive. You watch him with interest as he seems to move his hands in tandem, a little circle with the right hand, then a little push with the left, before it dawns on you what he’s doing.

Your mouth hangs open in realization. He’s doing surgery! In his sleep! The motions look eerily similar to the doctor shows you’d seen on Netflix, a little slower, a little stranger.

You don’t know whether to be alarmed or in awe. You’re certainly feeling both the emotions. It’s also a little bit cute, the sure and practiced motions of his hands clouded by sleep, now appearing slow and little, as if he was knitting a sweater for a cat or something. Worry floods your brain next. Was Zayne so overworked his subconscious was performing surgeries in his dreams?! Who was he even dreaming about? Would he even remember in the morning?

Your hands instantly reach for your phone charging on the bedside table, pressing record. Zayne stalls, as if can sense you’re about to record him. You nearly pause the video in frustration, but he simply huffs and continues. Little movements with his right hand, followed by an occasional movement with his left. You record him for a few seconds, before he drops his right arm, now sleeping with his left raised high up in the air.

It looks comical, really. You chuckle a little, replaying the video you just captured. Oh, he was going to hear about it in the morning for sure.

Zayne lets his arm linger in the air for a few more seconds before he brings it down to tuck it under the blanket, before rolling over. Guess the ‘surgery’ was over then.

x

The next day you wake up to find Zayne calmly nursing a cup of coffee at the kitchen island, while reading an article on his phone. You creep up on him to ambush him with a back hug.

A soft hmpf leaves his lips, as he sets the coffee mug on the table. “Don’t scare me, darling, I nearly burned myself”, he says, turning to give you a soft kiss. “Slept well?”

“Hmm, I should really ask you that question though”, you answer cheekily as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

“What do you mean?”, Zayne asks.

You look at him over the rim of the cup as you take a long sip. “It just seems like you slept well yesterday…”

“I… guess I did?”, Zayne answers doubtfully, sensing the hint of mischief in your voice. “What?”

You silently unlock your phone to show him the video you had silently giggled over yesterday. Zayne’s eyes widen as he takes your phone in his hand, looking at his own image, asleep. His eyes widen comically as he sees himself perform the motions, hands raised in the air. His mind is drawing a blank. He did this? This is him?

“Were you working in your sleep?”, you ask, voice still mischievous, clearly hiding the worry you feel for him.

“I…”, he replays the video, eyes fixating on himself, unable to believe it. “I had no idea I did this”, he confesses, a little embarrassed.

A small laugh escapes you. He takes another sip of his coffee, trying to make it a long one, to hide away his embarrassment.

“See, you work too much...”, you say as you turn away to reach for the jam. “you’re operating even in your sleep!”

“It’s hardly operating…”

You turn around and give him a look. He looks away, knowing there was probably some truth to your words. “I’ll take more breaks…”

You were going to make sure he did.

Tagging @chryssikyu for this fun idea

[meiguicha]

TIFU by supporting my boyfriend

Idia Shroud x Reader - Reddit AU

when i was jorking it, i suddenly remember i lost my arm in a factory accident. that's when i ask myself the scary question, who was jorking on my peanits?

CW// masterbaiting and idia pisses like a deep fryer, maybe ooc but this is silly it’s goofy I swear

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r/tifu ~2 hr. ago

user181231

Throwaway but okay so my boyfriend and I have talked about 'under the desk supporting' a lot in the past. And up until recently, Ive kinda forgotten about it cause life. Well, I suddenly remembered and thought Id do a nice thing for him since he's been really stressed.

Here's where I definitely fucked up. Since he's hinted at not wanting to be told when it happens, I thought Id do so, yk like a good partner. I found an opportunity to hide beneath his desk when he wasnt (miraculously) in his room and waited.

Problem number one was the fact that if Im not around, my boyfriend won't turn on any lights unless its a part of his gaming setup. Problem number two was that when he sat back down, I realised I shouldve checked what game he was playing.

Usually he doesn't really turn on his mic when he games, esp in team stuff and he didn't this time. Which Im really grateful for because turns out he was playing LoTO and I only figured out from the sheer amount clicking I was hearing.

Anyways, I got to work and honestly I thought that my skills were suddenly lacking becase he did nawt make a single noise. Nothing. Just his bored ahh playing his game with the occasional snarky comment.

Okay thats fine sometimes he gets a little distracted when we do this. So I up the ante and pull out the big guns right? Guess what he does.

This guy actually says out loud 'Who's jorking on my peanits?', shifts in his seat and doesn't do anything about it until five minutes later when he decides to look down.

We lock eyes because were meant to be <3 and he screams loud enough for his brother to come in later, all the while kicking his chair away from his desk. It gets so bad that he accidentally flips over onto his bed and almost damaged his back. Also I got a foot in my face which was fun.

Safe to say, I will not be doing surprises like that anymore or ever, and my boyfriend has learned that he does not like those kinds of surprises either. I spent,,,, so much time apologising,,,, I am so sorry,,,, I dont think i can ever look his brother in the face again why did i do that stupid ahh shit

Gloomy Samurai ~ 2 hr. ago ~ lol what kind of idiot wouldn't realise when they're being jerked off

Quiet_Fronts ~ 2 hr. ago ~ OP what kind of man have you found yourself that you could crank his hog for that long and he still wouldn't know user181231 OP ~ 2 hr.ago ~ My man

[emsdevs]

Bear and Bug 3: The Distance

a/n: Here is the much-awaited pt 3!! We have a feature from Jack and a glimpse into his friendship with Bug!! Enjoy :)

It didn’t take Quinn long to get back in your good graces, and soon, it was like nothing had happened between you two at all, well, not exactly nothing. Calls between the two of you were significantly more lovey-dovey, and they always ended with a soft “I love you” from each of you, which would have never happened before. The biggest difference, though, was the intense longing you now had to see Quinn. He was right about you only spending time with Jack until it was basically too late, and now you feel like you wasted a lot of time that you could have spent with your new boyfriend. Quinn often assured you that it was okay. He’d promise that summer would come soon enough, and you could spend plenty of time together then. 

You couldn’t really believe him, though, because that directly conflicts with the most difficult part of your relationship. Neither of you have spoken a word about it to Quinn’s family, or yours for that matter, and Jack was at the top of the “not telling” list. You and Quinn had decided it was best to keep your romance to yourselves for the moment, not wanting to cause any drama if the distance didn’t work, so you’ve been biting your tongue on every phone call with Jack, trying to keep your mouth shut about it. If you were being honest, the guilt was starting to creep in. He was already having a really tough season, what would he think if he found out his best friend was dating his older brother behind his back? How much worse will it be if he finds out months from now? You weren’t really keen on keeping this secret from Jack in the first place. You two tell each other everything, so you knew he’d be hurt when he eventually found out. However, it was that fear of hurting him that kept you from letting him in. You didn’t want to add to the emotional turmoil he was already in. He had been calling you almost nightly at this point, crying and telling you that he wasn’t even sure he enjoyed hockey anymore. People had been calling him a bust all season, and it was getting to his head, making him wonder why New Jersey would draft him in the first place. After hearing how distraught he’s been all season, you knew you couldn’t add to that.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Jack sighed into the phone one night. “Am I even right for this team? Would I be right for any team?” his voice began to break.

“Jack, no,” you let out a breath, shocked that your confident, easy-going best friend was feeling down enough to doubt his talent, his skill. “I’ve known since we were kids that you were destined for the NHL. The skill that you have is amazing, not to mention the hockey knowledge you have and the way you can read a play. You just have to get adjusted. It’s a big thing to deal with, and the people who know you, the people who matter, aren’t blaming you or getting mad at you. It’ll come. I promise.”

“I guess,” he trailed off a little, still sounding kind of broken. “Can you just get my mind off of it, please? What’s going on with you? You talked to Quinner recently?”

Your eyes widen, grateful that he can’t see your face, “Uhh, yeah, we talked a couple days ago I guess. Why, um, why do you ask?”

“You guys just seemed close at the beginning of summer, and he mentioned something last year about you guys talking quite a bit while you were both at school,” his statement almost sounded like a question, curious as to why you sounded a little panicked. 

“Oh yeah,” you chuckled trying to sound more casual, “we did get kind of close then.”

“Yeah,” he dragged the word out a little, “so, um, anyway, how are your classes going?” Jack changed the topic, assuming you were acting weird because of stress or something similar. The phone carried on as they usually did, you spilling nonsense to distract Jack from his NHL stress and Jack gladly listening to whatever stories you have for him, grateful for the distraction.

Your calls with Quinn, however, weren’t always that happy anymore. It suddenly seemed like the calls weren’t enough, that neither of you could keep going on two-hour phone calls every other day. 

“Bug, I know it’s difficult, but you could at least act like you’re happy to talk to me,” Quinn was trying, really he was, but he needed you to put in a little effort too.

“I am excited to talk to you. I promise, Bear. I just,” you pause, knowing you’ve had this conversation too many times to count at this point, “I just really wish I could see you.”

Quinn sighs, knowing exactly how you feel, “I get that, I swear because I’m dying to see you again too, but I have no clue when that could happen until summer.”

“What’s your schedule like in December? I could come to Vancouver on my Christmas break,” you had been thinking this for a while, too scared to bring it up until right now.

“Well, we have a home stand right before Christmas. Could that work?” you already knew it could.

“I think so, yeah,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, happy Quinn agreed so easily.

“Okay, I’ll get you a plane ticket for the 16th.”

“Bear, no, I can get my own ticket,” you argued.

“Nonsense. I finally have an excuse to spend my money on my girlfriend. I’m gonna use it. I am wondering though, how are we gonna deal with Jack?” 

“I’ll just tell him I’m on a girls’ trip to Vancouver, so I won’t be able to Facetime, only call or text,” you answered, probably a little too quickly. You really already had all of this completely thought out.

“Okay yeah, and I can just keep you out of the screen if anyone Facetimes me,” Quinn agrees, already sounding happier knowing he’d get to see you in just a few weeks.

Two and a half weeks later, Quinn was picking you up from the airport in Vancouver. When you both got back to his apartment, it was like everything fell into place. After a much-needed reunion, and an even more needed nap, you helped Quinn make dinner. Before you knew it, your week with Quinn was almost up, and you’d be leaving the next day. The two of you were spending your last night together curled up on the couch watching cheesy romcoms. Halfway through “10 Things I Hate About You”, your thoughts got the better of you. 

“Bear?” you question softly, awaiting Quinn’s response. 

“Yeah, Bug?”

“We’ll be okay, right? Like we’ll be able to handle the distance and the secret?” you can’t help but let the doubts creep in. 

“Of course we will,” Quinn starts. “We just gotta remember the times like this when we can’t be in the same place. We can’t let the distance get to us, so we have to look forward to when we can be together. If we focus too much on how sad we are when we’re apart, we’ll never be able to be happy together. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does. I don’t know why I was worried anyway. As long as I’ve got you I’m good,” you lean up to place a kiss on his jawline. 

“Yeah, I’m good with you too, Bug,” he returned the action, kissing your forehead. 

It would all work out, eventually.

[kamyru]

Cats and postcards (Jason Mendal x Ysaline Dolga/Reader) (Scenario)

Summary: Ysaline wasn't even drunk when she sent an offensive postcard to the wrong address. Who could have guessed that her ex-boyfriend and her actual crush lived on the same address, different cities? Suddenly, without being aware of it, Ysaline and Jason are exchanging postcard with photos made by them with cats, recommendations of places to visit, and snarky remarks. While in the meantime they work together to open the first cat cafe in the Amoris. A little bit of personal information, a little bit of guessing, a little bit of flirting, and a little bit more hope. It has references to episodes till the 11th one inclusively. P.S: Taki is a cat here.

Word counting: 5325

It was always like this. You couldn’t remember one single time in which you called your university friends and didn’t do some strange shit in the meantime. Even your cat Taki was adopted while you were on a call with them. Your best friend would have never forgiven you if you left that small fur ball, with bald spots and so dirty you couldn’t even understand what color it was, alone in the street, during the rain. She could have, of course, continued living her best life if you didn’t do what you have done that led to where you were now, but it was for the plot, right? 

And a few days ago, when you sent her that photo and told her “I know the address by heart,” her first thought was to actually do it. To actually make a postcard out of the photo of your cat pooping in your ex’s mug. You asked your mom to throw away the mug countless times, but Tasha insisted on saving it in case any of you would ever need to take a pregnancy test. It was the only thing the mug was worth it. And apparently, only Taki was solidare with you. Poor thing she couldn’t also share a part of her brain to use when you decided to send that postcard. 

And you really were sure you knew the address by heart. It even used to be saved in your car’s navigator. So how come you ended up in this situation? You read only the first sentence of the response and were too mortified to continue. Like, what good can follow after “I am sorry to jeopardize your revenge, but I have been living at the same address since this apartment was built and this is the first time anyone has called me I.M.”

So, you messaged your best friend, telling her it was an emergency. It started with her, she should be a part of the continuation too, your moral support in reading the replay. You didn’t even have the courage to look at the photo on the postcard you got back. Your mom put it on your desk face down and you read only the first sentence to understand what it was. After a few minutes, your friend video-called you. 

“Read it! Read it! Read it!” she chanted the moment she understood what happened. You wanted to sass back, but was too stressed to be witty. 

For a second, you thought about hanging up on her. But as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you needed her support. Otherwise, you would have locked yourself in your room, hoping the bed would swallow you whole without leaving a trail you have ever lived there. 

“I am sorry to jeopardize your revenge,” you finally started, your voice slightly changed due to all your emotions chaotically flying and bumping around your mind as if you had a Break the wall game inside your head. “... but I have been living at the same address since this apartment was built and this is the first time anyone has called me I.M.” You finished the first sentence, the only one you were familiar with, not having enough courage previously to read the rest of the text. Your friend stayed silent, waiting for you to get yourself together. “I may have misunderstood your cursive and it was a J instead of an I. I may not be the most likable man around, but I assure you that I have never dated two people at the same time. I have done worse. I dated three.”

“WHAT A JERK!” your friend was fast to comment. 

You weren’t sure if the sender was serious or not, but it made you laugh, the first genuine laugh since you entered your room. 

“I am joking,” the letter continued and made your friend murmur an Oh. “I want to believe I am not such a jerk in my personal life. And I have no idea what you went through, but it had to be intense for you to send a card with your cat pooping in a mug that I suppose is your ex’s. So, in my attempt to make you feel better, I’m sending you a card with my mom’s cat drinking water from the only mug I left at her place. This cat is the only reason I didn’t go no-contact with my family, even if he decided to make my mug his. Worst of all, he is not even a scorpio!”

You turned the card around and it was a photo of a tuxedo cat drinking from a mug with the zodiac sign of the scorpio on it. And you laughed again. 

“P.S. I advise you to throw away the mug. I don’t get why you kept it, but now that it has poop in it, it’s not even good to use as a container for pregnancy tests.”

Your friend didn’t say anything but you didn’t care because you were laughing your ass off. Whoever this J.M was, he would get along with Tasha better than she was getting along with you. 

“No good. He’s a scorpio. Ditch him,” your friend finally said. It made you come back to reality, but question your friend’s sanity. 

“I don’t even know who he is or why he got the postcard meant for Ioan. I was sure I knew that address by heart!” you said proceeded to check the address again. You read it once, twice, thrice, the street, number and apartment seemed right. So, what could it be? “OMG! I hope a briefcase with one million euros will fall from the sky right into my head and kill me instantly!”

Your friend started to ask you what happened while you covered your mouth with both your hands in disbelief. It couldn’t be! You weren’t even drunk when you wrote the address. How? How?!

“I wrote the wrong town. Instead of sending it to Ioan, I sent it to someone from Amoris…” you finally explained in a whisper. In total contrast with your reaction, your friend fell into a loud laugh, gasping for air half a minute later. It didn’t stop her from continuing till she was hiccuping. 

“So it can be anyone, even your boss from Devenementiel. Can you imagine? You go to work and Devon, or Amanda are like: Guess what I received yesterday! And show you all Taki pooping into Ioan’s mug.”

“Their initials are not J.M,” you clarified, annoyed by her reaction, even if you knew you would have done the same. 

“Do you know someone with the initials J.M.?” she asked you.

Before you could even think you said that no. You couldn’t remember anyone, or not now, at least. There had to be someone, but you didn’t care enough, too shocked to think straight.

“Let’s search for his address,” your friend continued. But no, this time you wouldn’t listen to her. You had had enough. No more Do it for the plot moments in your life. 

You talked a little bit more, but hung up soon, returning to your day to day lives in different cities, with different people. 

You couldn’t believe you sent it to someone from your town. With your face deep in the pillow, you prayed continuously for it not to be someone you knew, also hoping that they wouldn’t come check the address the postcard was sent from. You didn’t want to check theirs but you also couldn’t be sure they would do the same. Unlike them, you didn’t leave your initials. But it wasn’t very hard to find out who you were if they just drove by your house. Your mom was too busy to do things like this, your sister too young and the only person left was you. Shit. Shit. SHIT! With this in mind, you fell asleep. 

The next day at work, you were still deep in your thoughts. On one hand, good thing Ioan didn’t find out you were still mad at him and thinking about him – even if in a bad way. On the other hand, Amoris was a small town that you could even walk in one day if you wanted hard enough. So how? How did you make the mistake and wrote your actual location instead of the previous one?

Your colleague and newly acquired friend Amanda was fast to notice that something was bothering you. And after a few attempts, changes of your cheeks in a pink three times more visible than usual, and a promise from her to keep the secret, you told her about the dumb adventure you did for the plot. 

“Why don’t you send them another postcard, but a cute one this time, apologizing for the bother?”

At first, you didn’t like her idea but it grew on you. It was a very Amanda idea to offer, cute and distinguished, with politeness as spice. Every moment you didn’t think about work, you thought about it. And at home, Taki felt more than once your eyes on her, trying to catch her in a cute position. She didn’t seem to cooperate and you were too busy with work to spy on her every free minute, so the deadline of your apology moved further and further. Until one day you came home to see Taki sleeping on the window sill with only her front paws on the hot radiator. 

“I am deeply sorry for the mess with the last postcard. So, as an apology, please accept this one with my cat enjoying the cold weather from the inside of the house. She used to be a street cat when she was a kitten and I adopted her a few years ago. Now, she never goes out and lives like a queen, eating only the most expensive full of vitamins and low fat food. Next thing I know she buys herself land in Ireland and tells me to call her Lady. Hope this message finds you well and brings you a small smile on your face.

P.S. Don’t be a douche and stop dating three people at the same time. Date four.”

You decided to have the same easy-going approach as J.M in his card. Even if you felt awkward, at least it made you believe it wasn’t as serious as it seemed in your mind. You left the card in the mail collecting box on your way to work and forgot about it. It was a month after J.M’s response and all you hoped was that it wasn’t too late to apologize. But better late than never, right? Plus, it wasn’t as if you owed him anything. You were just polite. Polite. You were just polite. 

On your way to work, you hoped that you would continue to be just as polite, considering that you had to work with Goldreamz again. It was the first time Devenementiel and Goldreamz were cooperating, not competing. And that was how you, Jason, Danica, and Elenda ended up working together. Devon intentionally chose you and Elenda, not to cause any unpleasant scene in front of the client. It didn’t matter how much you wanted to convince everyone, your colleagues were sure you got along with Jason. Their argument: they had eyes to see. You had no idea what they were seeing, but it was wrong. 

Of course, you went together to choose an apartment for you and pose as a couple, even if it didn’t work out. He probably saw you naked, even if he wanted to make you believe he didn’t look. He let you see a part of his childhood. You even were supposed to have dinner together, even if it again – didn’t work out. But it wasn’t that deep. Of course, it wasn’t that deep. It couldn’t be. You weren’t close with Jason. You didn’t hate him as Amanda, or Roy did, or whoever else, but he was just a guy. A kinda hot, sometimes funny, sometimes caring, sometimes leaving you double-meaning hints guy who was flirting with you and you were flirting back, but nothing too serious. Right? RIGHT?!

“As you know already, I want to open a cafe,” the owner said during your meeting. As he said, all of you were aware of it, even if none of you had any idea why two of the biggest event companies in the town had to work together for a local cafe. “However, it’s not a simple cafe and I didn’t see any projects similar to this in any of your portfolio. So, I decided to ask both of you to work together for my project and share ideas.”

Usually, if a client didn’t see a work in the company’s portfolio, they were searching for something similar and hoped for the better if no other company could raise to their standards. Now, it seemed like something more serious, if they weren’t ready to hope for the best for a simple cafe. 

“I saw that Devenementiel once worked with a cat cafe, while Goldreamz worked with a cat shelter. What I want to do is to make a cat cafe from which the clients could adopt the kitties. Goldreamz’ relationship with the shelter can help us get the cats, while Devenementiel knows how to integrate them into a cafe.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Everything else went on a secondary plan and your head already started to burst with ideas about what you could do. Also, you were sure Danica would know lots of stuff too, considering her love for her own two cats. Elenda liked everything cute. And about Jason… You just hoped he wouldn’t be only business, but also put a little bit of his soul into the project. 

“I saw a similar idea in Greece a few years ago and finally got all the permissions to implement something like this. This project is as dear to me as a kid and I would like to think you would do your best to make the opening as memorable for the town as possible. I know you can look at it like it’s just a cat cafe that can’t bring too much for your companies, but…”

“No! You have no idea how happy this project makes us!” Danica interrupted the owner and a smile appeared on his face. 

The rest of the meeting went smoothly. Danica and Elenda stopped at a cafe to chat and catch up before returning back to work. Which left you alone with Jason. Ugh. Here we go again. 

“Do you like cats?” you asked Jason while buckling up the seatbelt in his sports car. The first time you ended up in that place, you forgot to put it. After that, you promised yourself to never make the same mistake in any car. Who could have thought that again and again, you would end up in Jason’s car? Good thing you were keeping your promise and not making a fool out of yourself again.

“Why are you here?” the CEO asked. And he was right. He didn’t invite you in his car, you did it on pure habit. At first, you felt a little embarrassed for making a fool out of yourself again. Then, you saw a grin on Jason’s face and rolled your eyes. 

“I was sure you didn’t get enough of me during the meeting and decided to show a little bit of kindness towards you. No, dear horsy, speed up!”

Truth be told, not you, nor Jason knew where you were going. But he started the engine nonetheless. 

“I do,” he said after he stopped the car at a red light. You turned to him with a raised brow. “I like cats. My stepdad gave my mom an expensive spoiled cat once. However, that hell creature hates him, but jumps on my lap every time I’m visiting. At some point, I was going home weekly just to piss him off.”

You looked at the Devil CEO, trying to understand if he was joking or not. It was a very Jason thing to do, but still kind of unexpected. You liked it – to discover new things about Goldreamz’ CEO that no one could have guessed, probably not even his own mother. You liked to know new things about anyone, but Jason was a special case. He was like a Matryoshka that was slightly changing with all the layers and awakening more and more interest in you. 

In the end, you ate lunch together. At first, you took out your tablet to search for the Greek cat cafe that allows customers to adopt them, but you got so deep into talking about Jason’s mom’s cat that you forgot completely you were working on a project. Apparently, his name was Shere Khan because Jason’s stepdad was sure the black panther from Mowgli was named Shere Khan and not Bagheera. And that was how a black tuxedo cat ended up being named after a tiger instead of a panther. He also shared how the cat learned to open and close drawers, especially the ones that keep the food in; how he was vomiting only in one place – his step-father shoes; and how the man who got it tried to get rid of it but Mrs. Mendal didn’t let him do it. Jason was okay with not being the favorite if it meant that his step-dad wasn’t the one too. 

You laughed, you ate, you didn’t pay anything and in the end, Jason even drove you to work. He offered to enter the company and greet everyone, but you stopped him just in time. In return you only got a laughing Jason right at the entrance of Devenementiel. It was still better than having him inside. There was a chance the whole building would have exploded if Jason entered Roy’s theritory. 

For the next few days, you saw your competitor – now colleague – only during the meetings with the client. The rest of the time you were gathering information about how to make a cafe a pleasant place for both humans and animals. You looked up other projects that had cat cafes to search inspirations for placing the cat labyrinths and other places to hide, how to find a perfect balance between cats having a safe space and people still being able to see them, and what was the optimal number of creatures in the space offered by the client. 

And one day, when you opened the postal box to see if your mom got anything while being away, something caught your eyes. It was a photo of a night sky without any light pollution, where you could see stars and a part of the Milky Way. 

“Dear Miss,

I sent you this photo of the sky seen from Amantani Island in Peru as a thank you. I don’t have too many good quality photos of my mom’s cat (blame her, please. I save all of them, I have a heart). But I have a few from places I have visited. I don’t think there are a lot of places in Europe where you can see such a pretty sky. So, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did. 

Your wrongly accused,

J.M.

P.S. Don’t worry. Right now, my douchebaggery found a single victim. My polygamous times are gone.”

You laughed and thanked J.M. for stating that his heart was occupied. It made you feel safer. He didn’t have interest in finding you if he had someone he loved enough to stop his self-proclaimed playboy times. You didn’t know if you wanted to send something back. As a destruction, you decided to work. Searching the internet, messaging your mom, answering your team’s messages… And suddenly it hit you! You remembered that you once traveled to a fun place: the cat museum of Krakow, that place that had more than 1000 statues of cats and you had to find specific 20, or was it 10? of them to get a prize. Somewhere on your laptop you had the photo of that museum. You could use it as an inspiration for your work. When you found it, another random thought hit you. What if you printed it as a postcard and sent it to J.M.? It seemed fun. It wasn’t anything serious, just a pen-pal who sent you cute photos from his life and random messages. You didn't even know each others’ names. 

***

Jason felt the need to lean his head on the entrance door while he was searching for his keys. He would have never imagined that listening to Danica’s stories about cats could be that exhausting. He was a CEO, he knew what exhausting conversations felt like: meetings with the board, firing employees, talking with difficult clients. But Danica, Danica was on a whole different level! That woman had more energy in herself than an orange kitten. She was the best person in the whole company for the cat cafe. However, it came with a price – the price of his nerves. And the worst part was when he drove her home she told him: “You are so taciturn with us, but talkative with Devenementiel’s Ysaline. It’s amazing how different you can be. That’s such a black cat energy.”

Jason threw all the contents he got from his mail-box on the bar of his living room and went to shower. Only on his way out did he see something strange on the floor. When he took a closer look, he saw it was a photo with what seemed like glass shelves full of statues of cats. He turned it on the other side and was met by an already familiar cursive. 

“Dear J.M.,

I don’t have a beautiful photo of a sky that you probably didn’t see, considering that we are from the same town, but I have this. I rediscovered it while working on a project for a cat cafe. It’s a place in Krakow named the Cat Museum that has 1000 statues of cats. We are back to the cat topic, but right now it’s the only thing I can think about. So, if you like to travel, please visit it with your special one. It’s fun and not expensive at all. You’ll have half an hour of pure happiness!

Your kitten obsessed, 

Y.D.”

The postcard fell back on the floor. He knew who it was. It made lots of sense now. And even more things made sense. Jason knew about his love interest’s past relationship with Ioan Mullioz and how it ended. But only now did he understand the whole tragedy better. Of course Ysaline cried in front of him when he was teasing her about being a mistress. However, the thought that she was still deeply affected by him in his day to day life didn’t cross his mind that much. Jason was older, higher in the work hierarchy, and with a playboy history. Of course, Ysaline was constantly pushing him away when he was getting too close to her in a romantic way. If she was still hurt enough to even have the thought of sending her imbecile ex a postcard to mess with him, then how could he push her the way he did? The Cat Museum was supposed to make Jason smile, instead, it made him the closest to despair he had been in years. 

***

Dear Cat-Lady Y.D.

Considering that you showed interest in going back to the topic of cats, I’ll send you a photo that my dad once took. In it you can see a few seals that are colloquially called sea cats. They may not be of such great inspiration for your cat cafe project, but their cuteness can not be denied. I will probably add the beach with the seals to the places to visit when the woman that caught my interest will accept my advances, alongside with the Cat Museum of Krakow. Make such a list for yourself too and add Amantani. But please, make sure your next choice will be better than Mr. I.M. As much as I liked the first postcard, I do love more the ones in which cats don’t poop. Thank you for your understanding.

Your not-at-all-romantic-even-if-in-this-letter-looked-like-it, 

J.M.

***

Dear Mr. Anti-Romantic J.M.

I just understood that I have never explained how I sent that postcard to you and I’m sorry. It was my university friend’s idea while we were joking around on our monthly call. I don’t want to blame everything on her, but I do really normally don’t do things like this. I have mostly moved on. But back to the topic, I do have a list of places I want to visit with my future partner. And on top of the list is probably the project I am working on right now because I love the concept behind it and it’s very close to us. Perfect for a first date. In the meantime, please admire this photo of the stray new-born kitties my friend from work has found.

You actually romantic, 

Y.D.

***

Dear Ms. Modesty Embodied Y.D.,

I am sure the project you work on will be of great popularity, considering how much passion you put in it. I also deeply admire the quality of your photos of the cats you have sent till now. I wish my mom took photos of Sher her cat at least half as good as yours. But if we are talking about cafes, I would like to recommend you another one from abroad: Little Kook. This one is not as far as Peru. It’s way closer: Greece, more specific, the center of Athens. The postcard that seems like a total chaos of colors, decorations and sweets is taken inside of it. (If you worry, don’t. I didn’t visit it with one of my one-night-stands. I visited it with my mom with the money I saved from my first serious jobs. A little bit before she married my idiot step-father.)

Your “I promised my dentist I don’t have a sweet tooth”,

J.M

***

Dear Mr. “I have veneers in all my teeth after I ate the entire menu of Little Kook in one day” J.M.

Thank you for your recommendation. I didn’t visit it in the meantime, but my mom who was in Greece did and she loved it. She told me to come to Athens with her and visit again, but I have too much work. So, she sent me photos of Greek street cats and one of them is the one I’m sending you. I have a funny thought that maybe, when I finally get to visit it with my partner, you’ll be there too with yours, after your chosen one will accept your advances. Good luck with it and send her photos from Little Kook too, while promising to pay and organise the entire trip. 

Your very busy right now,

Y.D.

***

You tried your best to fall asleep for two hours, but it wasn’t working. You were seeing Jason daily for the past two months, eating lunch together at his expense, sometimes even dinner. Once, you convinced him to let you pay, which was an achievement, considering he didn’t let you do it even when you lost that bet. And you also convinced him to act as if he was proposing to you with one of his rings to get a discount. It worked. The problem was that you played the role so well, you nearly let him kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you, you really did, but not like that. There was something you needed to do first – finish the cat cafe. The opening date was one week away. And from your observations, the arrival time of the postcard was also around four to five business days. If you wrote the next message now, it would arrive by the time it should. All your hope was in the French Postal Office. And you, that you would have the courage to do everything. 

On your way to work, you let the postcard slip your fingers inside the mail collecting box. Your cheeks were as red as when you did it for the first time. But your legs were heavier with each step you took. Before entering the building, you stopped. Jason’s car was already at the entrance. You needed a little help, a little push, a little support. And you knew for sure who could give it to you.

“Thank you for convincing me to send that postcard to Ioan. Now I am way better at expressing myself than I was a few months ago. You truly are my best friend.”

When you entered and walked towards the meeting point of your team, you felt a buzz in your pocket. 

“You can do it. You go girl!” 

Yes, you could. You could do it. It was the last meeting before the opening and the entire team had other projects to take care of, unable to go daily to the cat cafe. So, it had to be done now. 

Your hand slipped into your bag and you put behind the thing that you took out. Jason didn’t see you yet and it was the perfect opportunity. He seemed to wait to talk with the owner but Elenda was keeping him busy. You knew him for long enough to understand from his body language that he was getting impatient: hands crossed, changing positions every half a minute, looking at his watch every now and then. And boom! You put the cat ears you were hiding on his head. He turned to you immediately, not understanding what just happened. 

“Keep the evening of the opening day free. You have to see what a great job I have done on this project.”

You wanted to wait for his answer, but your heart was beating too hard to let you hear anything. So, you found your rescue in Danica who liked to talk your ears off about her two cats and apparently, you were the only one ready to hear her. Elenda could probably do it too, but Elenda was also getting overly excited and it was turning into a war of who would talk for longer. 

For the next few days you barely saw anyone from Goldreamz. If you needed something, you would message Danica or the owner of the cafe. You didn’t even know if Jason accepted your invitation or not. 

Jason also didn’t have the easiest time either. He didn’t know if you were joking or not. You seemed serious, even if you did it in a playful way. But something couldn’t let him sleep: was going to the cat cafe what he thought it was or did you change your mind at some point? He even started to question his deduction skills, a thing he had never done till now. He was taking his phone in his hands to message you, then throwing it back, then taking it and writing the message and then delete it. He couldn’t work like this, so after the opening in which he didn’t see you, he went back home. The owner told him you visited in the morning hours and you two split only by a few minutes. He wanted to believe that the date – if it was really the date he waited for – was still on. 

Once again, Jason opened his mailbox. But he stopped before looking inside. 

“I’ll come to your place in one hour,” he finally wrote. Jason hit the Send button and immediately put his phone away. 

In his mailbox was a postcard with the photo of the cat cafe that just opened. Jason rolled his index finger ring with his thumb. Maybe, just maybe, you were asking for what he thought you were.

“I know who you are =)) 

Message me.” 

[summertimesadnessirl]

I'm not afraid of looking stupid.

I wish I was stupid.

Stupid people get everything they want. Because there are a million of them and they are just like everyone else and the only thing they know how to do is viciously attack anyone that's not them.

I'm afraid of doing the same thing over and over and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to improve or do something better or make my life easier and more comfortable and fun and filled with fewer assholes, that will never be allowed.

I'm afraid of depending on others because even though other people all form big angry mobs and wreck everything that's not them and that's how society works, other people always ask more than I can give and shame me and fuck me over. The system is set up so that people who have a big group beat everything use and are constantly trying to fight you. But it's also set up so that I personally cannot seem to find a group I belong to without being just as miserable in a group as I am without a group for more than a very short while.

I am afraid that no matter what I do I will never be allowed to have a stable, peaceful normal life.

I don't care that I don't know everything but no matter what I do, no matter how much I read or research or experience or try or think or reason or work to build the life I want, it never works. I always end up right back at rock bottom, everything is ruined, I have no money and constant stress and stress triggers, everyone who I thought I could trust betrayed me or hurt me or ghosted me. I don't have anything to show for anything I did.

I'm afraid that there is no way out of that pattern.

That no matter what I do, I'll just have to keep almost getting the baseline level of having my shit together that everyone else in the world has at like 25, and I'm not saying I want to be perfect and I'm not saying I want some kind of untold treasure, I'm just saying I want what everyone I knew when I was 23 had at 25. I am willing to work for it but I want to be treated fairly like everyone else. I want to have a life.

Everyone else is allowed to do things that make them feel safe and happy and have their little quirks and have friends and have hobbies and eat food and have flaws and vices that are kind of harmless and every time I do those things it turns into some kind of reason for someone to punish me.

No matter what I do, someone comes along and drives me out.

I'm not afraid of looking stupid.

Because everyone has thought I was stupid my whole life even when I was right. Everyone knows I am stupid and crazy and fat and ugly and the only things that are good about me are my wardrobe and the fact that I do silly little picturesque poses and shit. The only people who are ever nice to me are men who plan on fucking me over later. Every other person intentionally gives me shitty advice, yells at me, tells me what they want and then punishes me for doing what they want, then punishes me for doing stuff that's not against any rules. I am greedy, ungrateful, stupid, disgusting and the only thing anyone wants from me is to constantly set them up to get praise and attention or to have sex with them. And they don't actually want the sex, they just want the ego boost from seeing me orgasm really hard. I do want to orgasm really hard because I genuinely enjoy it, but that also means I am not ever going to be allowed to have anything I want because the more you pretend to hate whatever you enjoy the most the more other people will give it to you, and I'm not willing to do that.

I am not afraid of looking stupid. I am afraid of being burned at the stake. I am afraid of being thrown into a mental institution and never allowed to leave. I am afraid of someone making me hurt someone else. I am afraid of being forced into hurting people because it's happened before. I'm afraid because I like hurting people because it's not fair that everyone else gets to be happy and safe and loved for free. I am afraid of being racist because my family taught me to say and parrot back stuff I didn't know was dogwhistles for a long time. I am afraid of hurting other people who don't deserve it like I was hurt.

There. There are all my fears.

Now fuck off and die.

your fear of looking stupid is holding you back

[moeblob]

OC !

[icewindandboringhorror]

"We can get through this by working together, reach out to your friends, community is all we have, a social network will be your security in the world, now is the time to lean on others!"

I do agree, and it's scientifically sound (pretty sure there is data about how people with better social networks live longer and etc) but also....augh..... what about the severe social issues, difficulty to leave the house, physical issues which lead to like zero socialization energy a majority of the time, etc. etc. Social support can be a replacement for structural support, but.. I guess I just wish it didn't have to be. Community is extremely difficult to build, even moreso if you're someone who has issues with social cues or group conversations or even just being around others in the first place. And blah, nuance, of course I'm just complaining or maybe being too negative or maybe misunderstanding, but, I hardly have the energy to brush my hair once every 2 months.. how am I supposed to maintain a wide social network and be active in a Community and Join Groups lol... sometimes it kind of feels like "er.. well if thats my only option then...... ruh roh". It's overwhelming

[jazzzzzzhands]

oh... its officially october i really hadnt noticed... but i have an announcement that ive been dreading to make I say this with a heavy heart... But i wont be doing Inktober this year

I've been doing Inktober for 8 years now And everyyear i pour my heart and soul into doing Inks that seemingly seem to happen by magic and i usually feel such a big inspiration to do my Best Works! and i will admit that i usually prepare for it too But something happened this year and well I havent really been myself this year Art has been hard, doing anything has been hard i am trying! I'm happy to have the asks that i have to inspire me But everytime i've gone to Ink, the drive has.. just not been there i did manage! to do about 4 of them I will post them a bit spaced out through this week But after that.. I think what i will do is that i will reblog my favorite inktobers throughout the year that i have done in honor Another thing im doing is im trying to rekindle my love in different fandoms, because it sort of feels like i've already drawn for everything! i'm watching a lot of shows.. playing games it feels like fandoms are at a standstill right now I'm just waiting for the next big excitement to hit! It definitely feels like a grand Pause Where im revisiting a lot of old shows while im waiting I know not a lot of people will be bothered, Im not a very well known artist. But for anyone who knew me for my inks I do apologize to you and to myself It honestly breaks my own heart that im just... not doing it this year ive always looked so forward to it... But also ive always just tried to do the extraordinary, always one-upping myself! going the distance! Inktober always has been magical for me... I'm not sure if i will be "fixed" by next year or if it will feel ok to return after missing a year but i just dont have it this year the drive, the motivation, the energy, the magic... i have to look inside and find it again

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

honestly it's been really healing being back to actively contributing things and writing out thoughts on tumblr the last week or so, because while twitter tends to be easier for me to write out Thoughts on without getting overwhelmed, the environment in the twitter fandom circles i'm interested in is not only infested with antis but cliqueish in a way that is caustic to the fucking soul if you try to express a thought that's more than three sentences long--a hundred times over if you're autistic in slightly the wrong way--and it's incredibly reassuring to come back to an environment where the very kindest and most inclusive people toward you are not clearly thinking the r-slur the entire time they interact with you lmao

[wizardnuke]

um personally i think that if your girlfriend is insecure over you being friends with another girl you should run far away really fast. but i may be misreading the situation. i don't think i am though.

[seventh-district]

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[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

friendly reminder that self harm is lying to you

[sysig]

Gotta sweep up all this Dust (Patreon)

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

[dewgongs]

ughh why do i have to have njghtmares about them