#i've just been thinking about it non-stop

[mrsbarnesblog]

i've got you

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summary: after getting a terrifying message from you manipulative ex, you lock yourself in the Camerons’ guest bathroom, spiraling into panic as everything starts to fall apart. what you don't expect is Rafe walking in and completely losing it when he realizes what’s going on.

word count: 2k

warnings: SA (non-consensual recording and sex while being drunk), blackmailing, panic attack, protective Rafe

The guest bathroom in the Cameron’s house felt like the safest place at the moment, and the second you closed the door, you collapsed on the floor, constantly buzzing with your phone still in your hand. 

It’s been like that for the last hour—endless messages from your ex, Ethan, who hasn’t wanted to leave you alone since you two broke up a few weeks ago. But when you were sitting with Sarah in the kitchen while she was cooking something on the stove and your phone lit up with a message, a video of you from him, your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Your hands started shaking violently, tears blurred your vision, as you couldn’t believe what you saw. It was just a preview, just a few seconds, but it was enough to understand. It was you on the bed, the dress from a few months ago when you went out with Ethan and some friends was gathered around your waist. You remember being drunk, barely conscious when he took you home, and then the next morning with pain all over your body. 

You didn’t remember having sex.

Sarah was oblivious to your breakdown, and you quickly managed to slip away from the kitchen, mumbling to her that you needed to use the restroom. 

You sat on the floor, back against the wall, staring at your phone screen with your heart thudding so hard it echoed in your ears. A consuming panic washed over you when messages kept coming from him.

Ethan (1:08 PM):

You really think I won’t do it? You think I won’t show them what you let me record? And i have more

Ethan (1:09 PM):

You looked so sweet in that video. Moaning for me like a slut. I bet Sarah’s brother would LOVE to see it.

Your blood turned to ice.

You don’t remember agreeing to anything. You would never have let that happen. He must’ve taken the pictures and videos without you knowing. You’d trusted him, loved him, been so fucking stupid—

It must be a nightmare. It should be, right? Ethan was bothering you, trying to convince you to go back to him, but straight up blackmailing you? You curled into yourself tighter, digging your nails into your thighs, as hiccups and cries shook your whole body. You couldn’t catch your breath, couldn’t stop your mind from racing because there was nothing you could do. No one who could help. And if those images were released? If they were sent to Rafe? You would be done for. 

The door cracked open before you could even register it, and the person whom you wanted to see the least in that state stood in the doorway. 

“Yo,” Rafe said casually. “Sarah said you were—“ Your head whipped up in panic at his voice, eyes growing wide, before you started desperately wiping at your face to hide the flow of your tears. But he froze when he saw you on the floor, looking so small and helpless. 

“The fuck—“ He muttered, stepping inside slowly, cautiously. “Hey, what the fuck’s goin’ on?” 

“Nothing.” You croak, voice raspy. “I’m fine. Just— just leave, Rafe.” 

“You’re crying. You don’t look fine.” 

“I said I’m—” You started to snap, but your voice cracked halfway through, and then you choked back a sob, curling in again.

“Fuck.” He muttered again under his breath, kneeling in front of you. “What happened?”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut, as if it would make the situation not real. But you couldn’t hide the way your face scrunched as if you were in pain or hide the bubbling feeling of pure panic, and Rafe saw that. “It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Who hurt you, hm? You can talk to me, I promise.” His voice was smooth and soft as never before. When he raised his hand to softly brush the side of your face, it was slow and cautious to not scare you even more. You open your mouth to lie, to say that it was just stress, or your parents, or your period, but your phone, lying face up on the tiles, lit up with another message, and your whole body went rigid.

Rafe’s eyes flicked down, instantly seeing the name, then looked back at you with curiosity and a hint of defensiveness. He knew the story between you and your ex. He saw how he treated you, saw you struggling to keep it all together, and he was the first one to congratulate you when you finally announced your breakup. 

So seeing you react like that told him everything he needed to know. 

“Let me see.” It was not an order, but his words were firm as he took hold of your wrist. You shook your head violently, wanting to hide your phone and downplay everything. 

“No— Rafe, don’t look!” 

He snatched your phone away before you could even process it, fingers moving quickly to unlock it. 

The heavy silence filled the room when his eyes scanned your screen, seeing the message you didn’t even read yourself. “What. The. Fuck.” He looked up at you, jaw clenched, eyes wide with barely contained rage. “Is this real?”

He suddenly stood up, his actions almost frantic and panicked, and you jump up from the floor right after him as if automatically. You wanted to rip your phone away, but there was no point anymore—he saw everything, and you were way too tired and exhausted to fight anyway. 

The silence that hung in the bathroom was suffocating, crushing, pulsing with the weight of everything that had just been revealed. Rafe stood there like a statue, gripping your phone so tightly his knuckles turned bone white, and his chest rose and fell with each sharp, shaky inhale, like he was barely containing an explosion. His jaw was clenched so hard you thought he might grind his teeth to dust. You could see the way his whole body was vibrating with fury, and when his eyes lifted from the phone to meet yours, they weren’t just angry. They were wild. Dark. Protective in a way that made your throat close up.

“What the fuck is this?” He spat, low and dangerous, his voice barely more than a growl. “What the actual fuck am I looking at right now?”

You couldn’t answer. Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You weren’t even crying anymore, you were just frozen. Humiliated. All you could do was curl your arms around your body tighter as the shame flooded you, soaked into your skin, and made you want to disappear. Rafe’s eyes dropped back to the screen, and you followed his gaze as he was staring at the first image. It was you, lying on Ethan’s bed. Your head turned to the side, half-lidded eyes, a soft expression that you now recognized as tipsy, barely coherent. The straps of your tank top were pushed down around your upper arms. No bra. The thin sheet pulled across your body did nothing to hide your exposed chest. One of the other photos was taken from behind with you on your stomach, bare, the lower half of your body completely visible, the shape of your thighs and your ass captured without any shame.

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, your voice cracking and dry, and it felt like you couldn’t even breathe properly. “I swear to God, Rafe… I didn’t know he took them.” You didn’t look up, feeling shame and embarrassment washing over you. “H-he sent me a video.” You whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure if you said it aloud at first, your eyes zeroing on the floor as your whole doby went numb. But Rafe heard you. He tensed instantly, hands stiffening around your phone still in his hand.

“A video?” He repeated, slowly. Carefully. His voice was like the calm before a hurricane. “What video?”

You nodded, trembling. “Of us. Of me, mostly. I—I was drunk, and he filmed everything. I don’t even remember it, but h-he sent it to me today.” 

You broke again then, sliding down on the floor, helpless, sobbing so hard your body curled in on itself, your hands covering your face, unable to bear the thought of Rafe picturing you like that—not just naked, but used. Taken advantage of. 

For a long moment, Rafe didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just stood there, chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths, phone still gripped in his hand like he was about to smash it against the wall. Then, slowly, he lowered it on the countertop, and something in him cracked. Your cries, how desperate and sad they sounded, made him lose his mind, made him want to destroy everything and everyone who hurt you. 

His hands ran through his hair roughly as he looked away, trying to keep it together, despite fuming from the inside. But it wasn’t working. His entire body was tense, like a live wire ready to snap. He pounded his fist into the bathroom wall so hard that you heard a crack, and you jumped from the loud sound. The last thing you wanted was for him to hate you or to see you in a different light after those pictures.  

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He said immediately, his voice breaking. He dropped to his knees in front of you, fingers twitching like he didn’t know how to touch you to not scare you even more. “I’m not mad at you. I swear I’m not. I’m just—I’m losing my fucking mind here, baby.” That word slipped out like it was natural for him, and your breath hitched. Rafe’s hands cupped your cheeks, his blue, wild eyes looking for yours, while he tried to wipe your tears.

“That motherfucker is dead.” He hissed, voice rough with emotion. “I’m not even fucking joking. I will kill him. He touched you when you were barely conscious? He fucking recorded you? Sent that shit to you as a threat? Threatened to show me?”

“He knows what you mean to me. He wants you to see me that way so I wouldn’t have any choice but to go back to him.” You whisper. “I didn’t want you to see me like that. I just—fuck, Rafe, I feel so ashamed. I feel disgusting. I didn’t want you to see this version of me, not through his eyes.”

“You think I give a single fuck about how you look in those videos or photos? About what you did with him?”

You looked down again, shaking, unable to meet his eyes.

“I do care.” He said, softer, lifting your face up again. “But not because you were naked. I care because it wasn’t your choice. That wasn’t you, baby. That was him taking advantage of you. And that makes me want to destroy every bone in his fucking body.”

You finally met his gaze again. His jaw was clenched so tight you could hear it grind, and his eyes were glistening with the kind of rage that came from caring too much.

Rafe leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hands were on your thighs now, still shaking slightly. “You’re mine. Even if we’re not together yet. ” He said, barely above a whisper, like it was a truth he hadn’t even realized until that moment. “I wanted you for too long, let that scumbag treat you the way you didn’t deserve. But you’re fucking mine, and I swear to God, I’m not letting anyone hurt you like that again.” You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“I’m gonna take care of this.” He muttered, so close you could feel his breath. “You don’t have to do a thing. You don’t even have to see that piece of shit again. I’m gonna make sure he never gets near you, never gets the chance to make you feel this way. Nobody will ever see that stuff, you hear me?”

“Rafe…” Your voice cracked again, barely holding together, tugging him closer by the shirt, seeking more comfort.

“Shh.” He whispered, brushing your tear-streaked cheek with his thumb. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’ve fucking got you.”

[ghoulishhx]

im insane but i need facetime sex with frankie whilst hes away. he would be so shy and lowkey confused (old man doesnt get technology bless him) until you spread your legs for the camera and start drooling over the sight of his cock.

erm ANYWAYS

-💥

this 😵‍💫 oh my god. I've been thinking about this for days now, your requests make me fucking feral girl, I hope you enjoy this lil thing i whipped up!!

18+ MDNI below the cut :3

Frank Castle and FaceTime Sex - headcanon/drabble

he's such a fucking grandpa when it comes to technology. the first time you'd call him on facetime he'd pick up and put the phone to his ear

"no frank- move your phone in front of your face.. no frankie, i can see directly into your brain"

"I won't be able to hear ya if it's not up to m'ear doll.." he grumbles, completely oblivious to the situation.

"then turn your fuckin' volume up old man!!"

he finally catches on and he's met with your giggly face as he raises his eyebrows

"didn't know ya could do this, why didn't ya call me like this sooner babydoll?"

and from then on out he'd facetime you every night (if he could) from his shitty motel rooms, after you taught him it was a whole damn separate app on the phone. Frank loved being able to see you so candidly when he was away from home, often staying on the phone with you as you fell asleep, camera facing you as he stared lovingly at your unconscious form, hating how he wasn't there in person to hold you and kiss you as you dreamt soundly in his hold.

you were the one who initiated the inevitable facetime sex, it was only a matter of time until the light bulb went off in your head. instead of sending him sexy selfies for him to fuck his fist to, why not be his own personal cam girl?

you call him one night, earlier than usual because that day you had been needier than usual.

"everythin' ok sweetheart? was gonna call you in a couple hours-"

he's cut off as you angle the phone down, showing him your body in his favourite black lacy underwear. you devilishly grin as you watch the muscles in his jaw tick, watching him try and suppress a groan at the sight of you.

"fuck mama, ya tryna kill me or somthin'? feelin' needy?" he softly speaks into the microphone, his voice rough, laced with his own desire.

"mhm frankie, need you so bad.. been wanting you all day.."

"shh doll 'm here now.. want ya to do everythin' i ask, okay sugar?" his own hand travels down to his bulge in his jeans, roughly palming himself through the fabric, cock impossibly hard just from seeing your perfect body through the tiny screen.

you whine in response to his question, moving your hands down to your core but he stops you.

"not yet babygirl, want ya to pull y'bra down.. slowly. no need to rush, we got all night.. lemme see those pretty fuckin' tits."

you comply with his requests, pulling your breasys out and slowly kneading the flesh in your palm, twisting your nipples slowly as your breathing deepens, soft moans and whines escape your plush lips as you rut your hips into the air, chasing non existent friction as you clench around nothing. he can't help but shed himself with his clothes instantly, pulling his boxers down and exposing himself in record time, his arousal destroying him.

"good fuckin' girl, my good girl. wanna see what ya do to me? bein' so perfect f'me?... shit how do I turn the camera round.."

you laugh as you instruct him, and your laughs stop as you see him, thick, hard and dripping all over himself as he fucks into his hand, groaning your name as well as a string of curse words and strangled moans. you practically drool at the sight, sucking on your fingers in the camera before reaching down to play with your pebbled nipple as he requested.

"thatsss it babygirl, push y'panties to the side, need to see her.." you comply, moving the phone to show him your spread legs, soaked panties and slick cunt. franks eyes roll to the back of his head as his cock twitches desperately, fucking his hand quicker as precum oozes from his red tip. "fuckin' soaked sweet girl, rub your clit f'me, slowly.. attagirl."

he talks you through pleasuring yourself, telling you to speed up, rub harder, stop altogether. he makes you take it agonisingly slow until you're begging him through the receiver to let you touch yourself more, your release imminent as he continues edging you with his dirty words.

"gonna fuckin' ruin ya when i come home Monday.. fuck baby, teasin' me like this.. shit. need to fill that pretty lil mouth.. need to stretch that pretty pussy with my cock, that what ya want doll?"

"frankie- please.. 'm so close.. pleasepleaseplease-"

"been so good f'me doll, that's it cum for me. pretend it's me instead of ya fingers." his orgasm is close too, however he waits until yours crashes through you first, hearing you whine his name as you both cum together, gushing over your own hands wishing it were the others instead.

let's just say when he finally does come home, you both don't leave your shared bedroom for the entire day, calling your work telling them you're too sick when in reality you're getting stuffed full of him repeatedly until your knees give out.

being taught what facetime was, is the best thing that ever happened to frank.

[lighting-and-shadow]

Thinking About Non MC! Reader Who's Afraid of Men

So not to trauma dump, but as bigger girl, I've always been told I can't be afraid of men. Like... I'm not their type (as if that'll stop a rapist), and I could easily fight them off (even though that, again, doesn't fucking matter).

I'm also Black and a pretty loud person. So that justs make this ten times worse.

Then I had an intrusive thought: how would the LADS men react to this (because fictional men are my coping mechanism and they drink their respect women juice daily, so none of them would take that kind of shit).

[meirimerens]

could you expand more on the lavender marriage? i wanted to look up more posts of yours when you mention it but... tumblr search function... function't...

I don't think I've said much about it because it's kinda self-explanatory okay so the lavender marriage mention [that I can rember] is from le fameux "inheriting the earth" + 5yrs patho kids now adult designs & lore post with both Khan & Capella having "[material] wedding ring, purposefully mismatched as a sign of lavender marriage". for the uninitiated a "lavender marriage" is a type of marriage of convenience that one (or both) party/ies enter to conceal their homosexuality and attempt to reap the social benefits and personal safety of being in a heterosexual marriage. it can happen with both spouses being gay and using the appearance of a heterosexual pair for reciprocal protection, or only one of them being gay and entering the marriage for protection, the non-gay partner may or may not be aware of the other's homosexuality. if both spouses are gay, they may typically lend each other freedom to see other people.

in khan & capella's situation, a marriage of convenience is decided upon early [cf. Capella's lines] for the sake of "bringing the families together" (political alliance). Oh I have sooo much to think about how the older generation (in that case Maria and Vlad Jr) expect the one after them to rub off their blood and rebuild their shed (pivotal element of pathologic anyways [cf. Burakh]) but that's not about this rn. anyways yes marriage of political interests.

anyways now this is where I'm real I think they're both homosexual. capella knows this about khan because she's clairvoyant. khan knows this about himself. he knows capella knows when she gives him her little bunny smile and he remembers she's clairvoyant. he learns later [this is still pre-wedding] she is too and is like oooooh so we fundamentally can't love each other. thank god I just thought it was a me problem. Capella had been taking theatre classes and she learned to do a theatre-kiss [move the mouth to the side so the other kisses cheek, head angle important] for the wedding day. They shamelessly lie to the population to explain why they, bit by bit, stop living together very quickly after the wedding ("we need separate blankets he keeps stealing if off me" "we need separate bed she has such cold feet it's giving me the shivers" "we need separate rooms he snores" "we need separate houses my presence is draining her of her powers"). Maria knows that's not the truth, she's clairvoyant. Whether she feels anything for the brokenness of the ruling families having been pushed onto her brother as a teenager I haven't decided yet. Katerina knows because she's clairvoyant. Basically all the kids know they don't like each other and a select few adults do (not about the gay thing they just think they're in a normal loveless marriage of convenience like is unfortunately really common [a lot had own parents in one] just slightly happier about it)

In my mind's eye (in my eyes' mind) they both have their own lives pretty separate. Khan fucks off overseas, goes to boarding school, and travels, sends back copious amounts of books. Capella gets the telegram installed into the town and he sends short updates on his travels. She stays in town for Mistress Purposes, reads plenty of books and orders khan to go fetch some in obscure londonian libraries, carries the new administration on her shoulders frankly. the marriage stays as a constant reminded to the oldest siblings and the rest of the adults that it is their bullshit that created this unnatural and uncomfortable situation which reflects poorly on the town with how free both "spouses" live their lives. Capella goes dancing with the girls in the warehouses. Khan routinely goes and hang out with [gestures] this one guy who we don't know what their problem is or if they even have a problem anymore. nobody will let them divorce because that would force the town to reckon with its massive political mistakes and fundamentally broken systems. Capella had gone dancing with the girls in the warehouses on her wedding night and khan had found himself there also because he wanted to tell off notkin for running his mouth during the "speak now or forever hold your peace" and insulting the oldest siblings for cf. like 2 paragraph above and when these two begin jokingly asking what capella is even doing here in this dress she goes "it's my wedding day!!" and they make faces and pretend to be gobsmacked and khan says "and I wasn't even invited??" anyways yeah. very funny to me.

okay now what's this "i haven't said much because it's self-explanatory" >proceeds to say much. well hope you enjoyed.

[just-ray]

This actually makes me ponder something ive been thinking about for a while so long ass post ahead lmaoo im trying to strike the balance of being silly and serious when i say this and not turn it into a serious politics post lol but but i genuinely think that being straight and doing things like having strawberry key chains or political party bracelets or socks with flowers or lavender scented lip balm is an invaluable part of societal acceptance of queer people. And i mean i cant speak for queer people because i dont really think about myself as queer (not saying that other aroacespec people wont, and thats okay!) but what i mean is that i think straight people being able to break sexuality/gender roles without being thought of as gay is a really important step to the destigmatisarion of queerness. Like suddenly you don't get shit from roadmen for wearing lip gloss or getting a nose piercing because it's come to be understood that straight people can do this too. If cishet people are normalised to the fact that not everyone who wears gender non conforming clothing is queer, suddenly they'll start to realise that the boundary breaking stuff queer people have been doing for centuries isn't "weird or gross or scary" or any of that dumb shit bigots spew about the lgbtqia+ community, cuz they can break those boundaries too.

Once again I'm not gay or lesbian and widely I don't think about any lgbt position I may hold. There are always things about myself that I prefer not to put on tumblr.

What I'm saying is, my take is open be widely and justifiably criticised by anyone with more credibility on the subject, but i think for the acceptance of gay people to happen people have to stop thinking that doing normal shit makes them gay.

I don't wear cool socks or bracelets or necklaces or lip balm because I want to show or imply something about myself, I just wear them because I think they're rad

Also prev this is not me sparring with you lmao I found your rb really silly and I giggled 🤝 it just got me thinking ab a take I've wanted to post for a while

Well she said im buff so I'm going to choose to take it as a compliment

[bingsucks]

I just got a weird obsession with making a podfic so if anyone has a 500-1k word fic they made they would be willing to let me fuck around with please lmk! preferably for community, but again, this is just for practice, so any fandom works. it will be terrible. you will be disappointed. I might never even release it to the public. but I need permission from the writer and don't want to get anyone's hopes up. give me your fics 🙏 no promises

[rapidhighway]

the way I was introduced to dc was teen titans in which nobody ever uses their secret identity ever. They never use their names, only their pseudonyms and that has stuck with me for some reason. Idek if they know what Robin looks like. Robin is Robin, Starfire is Starfire. Stop calling him dick grayson stop deadnaming him

[kaiiscottage]

꒰ Yuuri’s blue prince ♡ ꒱

[ghostly-bat]

I've been thinking about that bed chem ask non stop. Been listening to bed chem imagining it from Damian's perspective cus of the lyrics "Who's the cute boy with the white jacket. And the thick accent?" and "Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes. And the big bad mm?" like come on

Damian horny on main all because Jon has an accent and pretty blue eyes? Yeah that's pretty much the whole premise and I love it.

I really hope that anon knows the magic they've created with that au.

[lloydfrontera]

Y baila lento flor morada / And dance slow purple flower Que me recuerdas a mi amada / For you remind me of my beloved Ella me está esperando en casa / She's waiting for me at home Y yo muriendo por volver / And I'm dying to go back Bugambilia - Nasa Histoires

bk moon wrote two different books about a korean guy being isekai'd as a noble into a fantasy novel and developing an extremely homoerotic relationship with the original protagonist who devotes his life to protect him, eventually reaching a point where their only goal is to keep each other safe at all costs and i'm just. supposed to be normal about it. not meant to see anything unusual in that. okay.

[cornleypolytechnicgoeswrong]

More of my favourite low effort CPDS Members as my screenshotted tiktok comments memes for you as an apology for being so inactive and proof I am still around hehe <33

[arminsumi]

BEST FRIEND'S LOVER.

there's undeniable tension between you and satoru's best friend.

but neither you nor suguru pounce on the other, as much as you want to — no, those hands are tied tight behind those backs.

you've been their friend for a year. and one year is all it took for satoru to snatch you up. but for you, his love felt so... immature. not insincere, but two-dimensional; yet suguru... well, even though neither of you exchanged one i love you in your whole time of knowing each other, it felt like a three-dimensional love.

scratch that, you and him connected in multiple dimensions, in multiple lives, in every alternate reality. sometimes he mused to himself and thought that he probably loved someone like you in all his past lives. maybe in alternate realities, the two of you were lovers trapped in a fictional book. or within a song lyric. maybe you were a princess in one life and he was your prince. perhaps you were simply two rivers connected at a mountain top. even two stars glittering lightyears away in the ever-expanding universe.

across all realities, suguru was sure that you and him always loved each other.

but in this life, he couldn't have you. it irked his soul, not just his mind, but his soul. he wanted you to end up in his arms. every time he caught you and his best friend falling asleep on each other on the couch of his apartment, he paused and jealously thought for a moment about swapping places with the white-haired boy.

[jessicas-pi]

I finally found some time to sit down and listen to music and relax and just not think about anything, but the music I was listening to was the new Taylor Swift album and The Prophecy came on and now I will be thinking about how well it fits that really angsty chapter of Time Heals All Wounds for the next 36 hours.

[ilkkawhat]

Listen, I don’t know what other personal struggles you’re dealing with, but it definitely does sound like burnout and stress disorder could be an issue.

And speaking as someone who has been out of commission for a long while due to exactly that, therapy really does help. You can even find therapists specialised in occupational psychology if you most of all just want to address your work situation and are not ready or willing to touch the underlying stuff.

That kind of therapy isn’t necessarily about learning to love and forgive yourself, but how to get a handle on how you react in work situations and managing expectations and stressors.

i would argue that 90% of my problems right now are work related so maybe that something i'll look into...i honestly didn't even realize that was like. a thing? one of my cousins seemed like he was willing to kinda be that pseudo-therapist for me but i worry i fucked something up cause we haven't met in a bit (not since he went on his vacation and idk i hope i didn't piss him off when i tried to change a bandage on his dog like maybe i didn't do it right etc) and unfortunately i haven't had a chance to fully follow his advice (another me problem) that might help me too...the burnout i do think is 100% true and unfortunately my next time off isn't until the end of may (because of my vacay earlier this year and the two i have planned i legit only have one vacation day left fuck me) and maybe it is some sort of stess disorder cause when i think back to my other jobs i've had...while i was never at the point where i came home crying almost every day this job specifically has just like. been nothing but stress, i don't think i've ever felt relaxed, i worry i'm gonna get fired over every mistake or otherwise idk punished somehow? even though that never happens and i think my social anxiety is a bit tied to it too, like at least once a week i feel like my boss is mad at me cause it's hard to interpret text language sometimes cause we IM each other a lot even though then i'll like face to face talk to her later and it'll be like nothing happend? which then just furthers my thinking it's all me and idk what happened to me in the past to make me just so terrified of anybody talking to me in a stern tone or showing vague upset/dislike towards me?

anyway. i appreciate the advice...again something i have to take seriously and try again

[passthroughtime]

kuwana, seconds before his traumadump:

[douwatahima]

what if...i watched the uthodurn arc again???