#if u can't be bothered to reblog i can't be bothered to be understanding

[lightasthesun]

I thought the likes to reblogs ratio was bad three years ago but boy it's reached a point of no existence now.

No one fucking reblogs ANY creation anymore. I'm sorry to go off but how fucking ungrateful are some of you... Do you have any idea how many hours it takes to create a gifset? Let alone fanart of your favourite character? A fanfiction? Hours to Days to Weeks!!!

It's free, glorious art you're consuming every day, again and again because it brings you joy—

And you can't even be bothered to fucking reblog it.

How rude. How humiliating.

If leaving tags or comments makes you nervous that's one thing and there's nothing shameful about it; I deal with social anxiety myself, but a normal reblog is one press of the button! You can even do the quick version on mobile or get a desktop extension for the website.

There's no excuse for your lack of support while continuing to enjoy content and expecting new things to consume to miraculously appear on your dash every day.

Because that's what you do even as your brain tells you "well they should just create it for themselves and not for attention" right now and you know it.

Of course we're primarily creating it for ourselves but we're sharing it with you for free. Don't you want validation for hard work? Don't you want to share something you're excited about with someone else? Don't you want the thrill of fandom interactions?

This is a blogging website. This isn't Instagram or tiktok or the not-so-birdapp-anymore.

Use the tool provided for you so this website works. If not you're contributing to Tumblrs slow demise.

Sincerely.

Fuck you :)

[tbaluver]

Hey (●’◡’●)ﾉ I really love your works and want to request a short/long story about lads guys reaction when they found out mc/reader has a high s*x drive and she's embarrassed about it ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

It's okay if u don't want to ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

I'll understand

P. S: I love youuuu ❤❤❤

If You Had A High Libido- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content, oral reader receiving, head canons/ reactions + small smut scenarios a/n: hihi anonnie! i'm so happy to hear you love my works and i hope this was okay lmk ! if not this doesn't exist okay ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) sorry it's taking me a while to write and post stuff i'm currently studying and it's taking up most of my time (っ- ‸ - ς) anyways i hope you enjoy reading ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ p.s i love you too cutie ! your emoticons are soso cute i love them !! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

poor baby was so confused on why you wanted to go for so many rounds. he thought he wasn't doing enough for you until he asked and that's when you embarrassingly told him about your high libido

"But....do you feel good?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

"So good, that I can't get enough of you" You whisper, leaning in to press your forehead against his before pressing a heated kiss on his lips.

Xavier is always there to please you whenever you need or wanted him too. He can handle pretty much anything. If he was tired after many rounds, he'll lie down on his back and let you ride him til you meet your sweet release again. He'll give you plenty of options. You can ride his face, his thigh, whatever you want until you were satisfied.

When he says he'll be there for you, he means it. When you were whimpering softly, desperately ignoring the heat growing down there as you try to go back to sleep. You didn't want to wake up your sleeping boyfriend but it seems he was already awake. You felt his arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"Would you like me to help you?" He knew you would be lying if you said no, even if he slides his hand in between your legs to find you practically soaking already. You bit your lip, feeling his hard erection against your ass.

Zayne:

He didn't understand why you were so embarrassed about telling him. He knows and can read you so well. You can't hide anything from this man. He noticed the way you bit your lip when he licked off the excess ice cream on his fingers or when your thighs clenched when you watched him get dressed.

He would reassure you that having a high libido is natural to have and there is no "normal" sex drive.

"I can assure there is nothing to be embarrassed about having a high libido." He says, his voice remaining monotone as he adjusts his glasses. "Just tell me how I can help you."

He would not be irritated or bothered at all if you needed him. Although if he was busy with work then he'll make a couple arrangements to make sure he finishes his reports while you get your fill. He'll keep you seated on his lap and let you ride off his thigh or he'll keep a toy or his finger or two in you as he continues to finish his patient report with his other free hands.

He'll know what you want whenever you press your ass against him whenever you both cook or whenever you sit on his lap.

He slips a finger under your panties, pulling them down with ease. His cock was hard and he could feel your cunt soaking quickly. He settles you on top of the counter, slowly pushing his length inside of you. His pace starts off slow as your body hums in response.

“That’s it...just like that's my good girl”

The pot that was already cooking was probably close to burning as you two were distracted meeting your sweet release.

Rafayel:

Oh, He loves it way more than he should and he uses this to his advantage to feed off his little praise kink. He just loves to hear his cutie need him so so bad. Hearing you beg and whine for him is like a siren's song to his ears, attracting him closer to you.

"What's wrong cutie?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he tucks the stray hair behind your ear. You bury your head in his chest, too flustered to admit you wanted more, even after all the rounds you've done together.

"Want m-more" You murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. He chuckles softly, clearly amused, and continues to tease you while gently stroking your hair. "What's that? You need my dick again? Do you want me to fill you up princess?"

You respond by rolling your hips, grinding against him, hoping he would get the idea.

He'll fill you up everyday or whenever you need him too. He loves watching you beg and drip a mix of yours and his juices down your thighs every time as if you were in heat.

"Want me that much? Gonna fill you up so much." Feeling his cum ooze down your legs, his dick going impossibly deeper inside of you. Snapping his hips as whines escape your lips.

Sylus:

“Satisfied baby?”

Your core ached for more and you silently debated on telling him. You knew if you told him you were satisfied, your vibrator or your hands can’t even compare what he does to please you. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was forming in between them, not realizing Sylus notices this.

He leaned down, tracing kisses down your jawline, to your neck to grab your attention again. “Use your words baby.” He whispers hotly, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

"M-more Sy.."

It does not take him that long to get used to your high libido. If anything he can match your energy or do more. He'll keep going even if his stamina runs out, if it ever runs out.

Sometimes he's uses this to tease you. While he's away for a couple days, he'll send you pictures of his body. His shirt slightly lifted up to give you a tease of his abs and his v-line peeking above his waistband.

If he was feeling mean, he'll send you a mirror pic of his chiseled abdominal, and his carved v-line leading down to the girthiest dick you're familiar with or he'll send you a video of him stroking his dick to get you riled up. "Need my pretty girl to wrap her lips around it"

You're like a drug to him and he's addicted to you. He wants to spend as much time he has with you and he does not find you to be a bother if you were feeling needy when he was in his office.

He buries his head in your folds and you can feel his tongue in and out of you. You push your hips back to meet more of him as he reaches down with one hand to stroke himself. He groans into you, the vibrations bringing you closer to the edge. You reach down to play with your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.

He needed to be inside you as much as you want him to be.

[toruro]

— ✧ desperate

i don't know what i'd be doing without you (raise y_our glass / huh yunjin)

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

description: when your husband starts to get more and more busy, you naturally grow needy. it’s only after long game of cat and mouse that he finally gets you to fess up about what's been bothering you, and it's safe to say your answer is definitely not what he's expecting. 

tags: smut (18+), husband!wonwoo, fluff, oral (f receiving), bulge kink, angst and miscommunication but it's resolved ^-^

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: inspired by this ... so sorry it took me so long to get to this, it's been sitting in my drafts for SO long ... but i hope u all enjoy! likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated :3

You’re convinced you’ve gone crazy. This shouldn’t be right—your fiancé being exhausted shouldn’t turn you on—it’s wrong. Isn’t it?

It’s been bothering you recently, but you’ve held back.

When he comes home and immediately drops his black suit jacket on the floor and his jaw is tight, you turn away and ignore how it reminds you of the way he clenches his teeth when fucking into you. When he unbuttons his white formal shirt at the top, revealing the chiseled curve of his chest, you leave the room for a few moments, hoping that the burning ache between your legs will soon ebb away. It’s exhausting in its own way, you think.

Coming home every day to a quiet house, with nothing but you and your hand slipping under the waistband of your panties trying to do anything and everything to make your fingers feel like his; Wonwoo walking in hours after your futile attempts to make yourself cum, muttering sincere apologies of, “I’m sorry, there’s just this one deal we’ve been trying to make and—“

You’d have to shush his words, wrapping your arms around him saying, “It’s okay, I understand—you’re working so hard.”

"I hate being away from you," Wonwoo would admit, and you'd kiss his cheek softly. He'd melt in your arms and in the moment you'd feel so guilty for feeling so needy earlier, but you can't lie and say the way that his arms are so large and hard under your touch has you throbbing.

You'd get into bed before Wonwoo is out of the shower, doing your best to lull yourself to sleep so you don't have to be awake to feel his bare skin against your body, because you just know your poor pussy won't be able to handle it.

Tonight, he comes back around the same time as others—weary after a long day at work—a small frown etched on his lips as he runs a rough hand through his tousled hair, noticing that you aren’t by his side to greet him like normal. A twinge of disappointment runs through his body as he glances around, waiting silently to see if you're just a few seconds away from walking up to him,

To be honest, you’ve been horny all evening—like pretty much all other ones—so when you hear him unlock the door, you just can't bring yourself to go see him, knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to just sink to your knees in front of him and unbuckle his pants.

Wonwoo, still standing by the doorway, is frankly quite confused. "Baby," he calls out, wondering that maybe you just didn't hear him walk in.

But when you only let out a low hum and say, "Yeah?" in response, he feels...dejected? No, that it's the right word.

To be honest, Wonwoo has been sensing something's wrong. He brushed it off earlier, thinking that it was probably just him being too tired to tell the difference between you being tired too, and you avoiding him. Up until right now, he had convinced himself it was the former—you two both had been swamped in work, so he figured that you were just as exhausted as him.

Now, Wonwoo isn't too sure of himself. Those thoughts that 'what if she's not interested anymore,' are creeping back into his mind, but when he walks into the living room to see you curled up in the couch, he tries to push them away. Absentmindedly slipping off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, he walks over to you and sits next to you on the couch.

"How was work?" you ask him, not really looking up from your phone as you lean in slightly to his side. Fuck, he looks so good with the way his glasses hang low, collarbone on display, eyes gazing intensely at yours—fuck, fuck, fuck, you just can't take it.

"Good," Wonwoo hums, wrapping an arm around your side and you might just combust with the way the rough pads of his fingers brush against your skin because—fuck—you can't stop thinking about the way they rub the inside of your cunt. "How was your day?"

"Tiring," you reply honestly, and just when Wonwoo thinks you'll sink deeper into his hold, you're pulling away, leaving him cold and confused. "I'm going to get into bed now," you murmur, "'m really tired, you know?" Sitting up from the couch, your fiancé just stares at you for a few moments, blinking, before you force yourself to turn away and walk hastily to your bedroom.

If Wonwoo thought something was wrong before, he definitely knows something is wrong now. You and him, you're good at communicating. Wonwoo expects you to tell him if there's anything bothering you, and you expect the same of him; so now that there's obviously something you aren't telling him, he's more worried than anything that there's something you aren't comfortable telling him.

After snapping out of the somewhat shocked state he's in, he doesn't hesitate to stand up and follow behind you. You're crawling into bed when you hear his footsteps thudding up towards you, and this is when you think your luck has run out—your patience is running thin, and if you look at Wonwoo any longer, you know you won't be able to handle it, turning yourself over in the bed to smush your face in the pillow.

Maybe if you pretend you're asleep he won't talk to you. Unfortunately for you, like you said: your luck has run out.

"Baby," Wonwoo coos softly, as you feel the mattress dip next to you with his added weight. There's a hand on your shoulder and you think you might just crumble right there and then. "C'mon, I know you're awake." Maybe if you just hold out a little bit longer—"Okay seriously."

You open one eye and let it flicker to the direction of Wonwoo's voice, finding him sitting on the bed on his knees next to you, eyes pleading. "'m tired," you try to tell him, turning back before he grabs your shoulder again.

"Something's wrong." Yeah, maybe it's the fact that you haven't been able to make yourself cum in weeks.

"Yeah," you say bluntly, the words coming out harsher than you'd anticipated. "I'm tired and you aren't letting me sleep. That's what's wrong." Wonwoo gives you that look and now you know you're really in for it.

"You're avoiding me."

You open both your eyes, sitting up and leaning against the headboard with a frown. "I'm not."

"You didn't say come hi when I came home."

"I was cozy on the couch."

"Angel, you always come say hi to me," Wonwoo says, and you can swear there's almost a pout on his lips. You rub your eyes with your hands, trying to distract yourself from the way you can see under his shirt when he leans forward, revealing his pretty set of hard muscles.

"Sorry, I don't know I just—I was really tired today," you try to say sincerely, looking at your fiancé with eyes practically begging him to just let it go.

"Did I do something wrong?" Wonwoo blurts out, and your eyes widen.

"What, no?" you exclaim, nearly mortified that he would even think that. "No, why would you think that?"

Wonwoo's eyes furrow, and you can't quite read his expression. "You've been so distant..." his voice trails off. "If I did something wrong I want us to talk about it, not have secrets." You sigh as he reaches his hand over to intertwine with yours, squeezing your eyes shut when you find yourself focusing in on the thick, prominent veins.

"It's embarrassing," you murmur under your breath, not daring to look Wonwoo in the eye while a series of downright filthy thoughts run through your mind.

"It's okay," Wonwoo whispers, inching closer to you, so sincere that it's driving you crazy.

"I—" your voice hitches in your throat, and he looks at you worriedly as you pull your hand away from his so you can bury your face in your palms, inhaling deeply. He places a hand on your back immediately and the proximity has you squeaking out his name.

"What is it, baby?" Fuck, his voice is so deep and it's slightly hoarse and it's strumming your heart in ways that you can't even describe.

"It's just—you're just gone so—so much," you finally manage to say. You know it's vague, but it's the only thing that you can muster up.

Wonwoo's face scrunches up, and he looked at you confused. "I—I know," he sighs, getting frustrated with himself for leaving you like this. You catch the somber look on his face, and your heart tightens at the idea that he thinks this is his fault because it's not.

Not his fault his cock is so fat and long and pretty in ways that has your mouth salivating when you even just think about it. Not his fault that whenever you close your eyes and press your thighs together, all you can think about is his length carving its shape into your aching cunt. Yeah. Totally not his fault.

"I'm sorry," Wonwoo continues when you don't respond. "Have I been neglecting you?"

Your pussy, yeah. "N-no, it's not that," you stutter out, trying to push the thoughts away. Maybe there's still some time for you to back out of this.

"Can you not lie? I can tell you're upset with me."

"No!" you say quickly, bringing up a hand to catch his wrist. His skin burns against yours, and you aren't sure how much longer you can put this up. "I guess I just...I missed you a lot..." your voice trails off hoping that Wonwoo will understand what you’re getting at, but the dazed look on his face tells you he hasn’t got a clue.

“I didn’t mean to,” he says with a frown, linking his fingers with the ones on his wrist, pulling you close. Fuck, you really should pull away because his gentle tug is reminding you of the way he pulls you on top of him when you're about to ride him and—“Work has just been a lot lately,” he explains sadly, looking down at you as he pulls you flush against his chest.

Your face is burning and his exposed skin pressed against you is just too much, and you need to pull away. “Wonwoo, just—“

“Do you not love me anymore?” he blurts out and you freeze.

“What?!” you gasp out. “What the hell—no, Wonwoo.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and now you know that you can’t let this go on any longer.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’ve been so so distant and you keep pushing me the fuck away and—“ he rambles, clearly frustrated when he rakes a hand through his hair.

Your eyes well up with tears and you aren’t sure if it’s because of how sad Wonwoo looks or how bad you feel for letting it all build up to this point or how you feel guilty for being so needy in the first place.

“It’s not you, it’s not you, it’s me!” you finally manage to tell him. Wonwoo stills, watching tears leak from your lashes as you go on. “I’ve just been missing you so much, Won,” you blabber, “and when you come home so tired and exhausted I don’t wanna bother you and—sometimes it hurts to be in the same room as you because I just wanna feel you but—”

“Wait hold on,” Wonwoo murmurs, his faced scrunched up. “That’s what this is about.”

You look away bashfully, burying your face in your hands. “I told you, Won—it’s embarrassing!” Wonwoo stares at you for a moment, blinking as he lets your words sink in. You're scared of his reaction, keeping your eyes shut tight—afraid you'll see him looking down at you and seeing you for the desperate, needy girl you are.

The anticipation of his response is still killing you though, and you're about to murmur something more when you hear Wonwoo stifle a little laugh. Peeking up at him through your fingers, you catch him watching you with a rather amused smile.

"You were just horny?" he murmurs, bringing his hand up to pull your fingers away from your face.

Quickly averting your gaze, you mumble, "I—I wasn't just horny...it's just—it's been weeks and you look—" you bite your lip wondering if you should go on. The smirk on his face tells you yes. "—you look really nice when you get home."

"Pretty sure that means you were just horny," Wonwoo teases, and although you feel like the world might as well swallow you whole, a lot of the tension that's been weighing down on your shoulders has vanished. Since your confession, Wonwoo has traced his hands up your arms and down your body so they now rest on your waist, pulling you close to him as he shifts his own body so he can lay against the headboard.

"No," you huff, easing back into a more comfortable setting now that you're sitting on his lap, the heated mess between your legs growing even more dirty. "Missed you. Missed this." You punctuate the last word with an peck on his lips that has you both grinning.

"Missed my dick, is what you're trying to say," Wonwoo says with a roll of his eyes, and you slap his shoulder.

Pouting, you reply, "Hey. Stop doing that, or you're going to make me start feeling like I'm the only one who wants this..."

"This?" Wonwoo's eyebrow is cocked up, and you feel yourself shrinking under his gaze. Your hips are resting dangerously close to his, but his firm grip on you has you stuck in your place.

"You know..." your voice goes quiet, and you look up your husband pleadingly.

"I've really left you needy, huh angel..." he mutters under his breath, running one finger along your bottom lip as you lean into his touch. And then his lips are crashing onto yours, a wet mess of tongue and saliva as you both lick into each other's mouth.

Whining, you grind down onto his pelvis when lets go of his bruising grip on your waist, allowing you to find that friction that you've been craving for weeks. Your hands instinctively fly up to tug at his button up, the flat rounds of plastic slipping through his fingers as you claw your way to feel his skin against you.

Wonwoo lets you work his shirt off of him, pulling away so he can fix his own attention on your pajama pants, wondering how many times you've tried to make yourself cum in them. He shoves away the thought of leaving you so needy that you felt the need to fucking play with yourself, instead bringing his hands to the elastic waistband and yanking down and over the curve of your ass.

"I missed you so much, Won-won," you mewl into his shoulder, legs instinctively wrapping around his bare torso once you successfully rid Wonwoo of his shirt and kick off your pajamas off.

"You could've—" he cuts off with his own grunt as he adjusts under you, trying to push his pants off of himself as he grows harder by the second, "—said something earlier. You should've."

You look up at him meekly once he finally get's his work pants out of the way and thrown off the bed, squirming in your own panties and loose shirt. "I know but you're working so hard," your voice trails off. "Coming home everyday, all tired and all."

"I always have energy for you," he murmurs, nipping at the skin of your neck, allowing himself to taste as much of you as you'll let him. Quickly and firmly, he flips the two of you so that you're leaning against the cushions and he's on top of you, settling in between your legs. Sucking hard, Wonwoo vaguely thinks about how you might complain about the hickey in the morning, but the thought is swept away when you thread your fingers into his hair and tug gently.

"Wonwoo," you coo, and you don't need to say any more for him to know what you want. He briefly considers teasing you a little longer—making you plead with him, tear up as you beg for him to fuck you, but he knows that you've been thinking about this for too long to have the will to make you wait any longer. Wonwoo can save the edging for another time, he reminds himself, as he slowly makes his way down your body so that his lower half is resting flat on the mattress, strong arms wrapping around your legs and hips.

"Missed seeing you like this, pretty," he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek into your inner thigh, placing wet kisses on the sensitive skin.

"Missed you too," you mumble, growing shy by the way Wonwoo's staring down at the wet spot that stains your panties in front of him.

"Yeah?" he hums, bringing up one hand to pinch the nub of your clit between the fabric, causing you to gasp loudly and throw your head back. "I can tell baby...you're soaked." The tips of your ears burn and you bury your face into the crook of your arm.

"Won-won..."

"Sorry baby, you just look so sexy right now...take your shirt off for me," he responds with a cheeky grin, pressing a kiss onto your soiled panties before peeling them off while you shimmy off your own top. You hiss when the cool air hits your slick folds, hips bucking for some friction. "Easy," Wonwoo orders, grounding your hips down with one strong arm, "Let me take my time with you."

"But I can't wait anymore!" you whimper, watching him bring his face dangerously close to your core. A choked moan rips from your throat when Wonwoo heeds your body's request, liking a warm stripe up your cunt, swirling his tongue over your aching clit. He hums against you as he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking so hard it has your arms flying down to grip at his hair.

Without anymore words, Wonwoo glides his tongue through your folds, pressing against them flat and hard and fuck, does he move so languidly, it's like your bodies were made for each other. He lets you tug at his hair, loosening his grip on your waist so that you can buck your hips in a shallow motion while he swivels his head up and down in sync, allowing you to grind against his face perfectly.

"Fuck—Wonwoo—I missed you so much," you cry out when he prods one finger at your hole, the gyrating of your hips taking its opportunity to suck him right in. And before you know, he's got two fingers plunged knuckle deep inside your cunt as he continues to lap at your clit. His name runs from your lips like a mantra and you wonder how you'd gone more than day without having him go down on you like this, because right now it feels as if Wonwoo is all you can breathe, smell, feel, and think.

"Yeah? Think you can show me how much you missed me?" he manages out, finally pulling his face away to catch his breath before diving right back into your filthy cunt, allowing the glistening mess that runs from his lips and down his chin to grow even messier.

"Yes!" you moan as he slips in a third finger, curling them up into that one spot that is burned into the back of his mind—the one spot that has your legs shaking and eyes shutting tight as you cry out his name when your orgasm hits. Wonwoo finger fucks you through the high, and suddenly you're trembling for his touch, to feel his skin against yours, to have him so close you wouldn't be surprised if you mold into one.

Intertwining your fingers with his clean one, you pull him up so fast that he nearly falls over you, grunting a little as he climbs his way up to have his body hovering over yours. It's not enough, you think dazedly, wrapping your arms around his torso to yank him down on you so that your bodies are pressed up right against each other. "Baby," he huffs as his clothed cock rubs up against your bare cunt.

You push your lips against his in an awkward, sloppy kiss as you body roll around in the sheets as Wonwoo tries to shuffle off boxers and you try to wrap your legs around his bare torso as best as you can. As soon as you're both successful, he's pulling away from your lips for a moment to gasp when he slides his cock through your dripping folds. Fuck, it really has been too long, he thinks.

Wonwoo is drunk on the feeling of your wetness alone, and then you're holding him so close—tits pressed up against his chest and pelvis pressing into his and god, he can't take it anymore. He'll apologize later for giving you no warning, but right now he just needs to be inside of you, sinking his fat length into your warm cunt with no hesitation.

The stretch is delicious, and you're reminded of just why your fingers were never able feel the same—he's splitting you in half, and you can't help but crave for more and more and more. Your skin burns and it feels like you might just pass out from the pleasure, but you don't mind if you meet your end—not if it's by Wonwoo's hand.

And then he shifts inside you just a little but that's more than enough for you both to feel it. Wonwoo's stomach is pressed up against yours and it'd be impossible to not feel it. He grabs your hand in his and slips it between the little space that's left between you two so you can both smooth your hands over your stomach and the realization is more than enough to have your feeling another orgasm bubble up in your core.

Because at the base of your belly is the imprint of Wonwoo's cock inside of you, so deep that you're body forced itself to make room for him and the thought alone is enough to have you moaning into each other's mouth as your lips meet for another filthy kiss.

It's about to be a long fucking night.

[zabooba]

MINORS, PEDOS, DONT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK AT MY PROFILE, BLOCK ME BITCH!

Ik someone already did this but DON'T REBLOG MY NOODS!

I post my pics for attention 🤪 I'm an attention whore unfortunately 😔

If you're not obsessed and can't breathe without me then what's the point 😚

I love you all who like and follow me, I see u 😏

I can't type without using an emoji so bare with me 😞

since I've been asked this a lot in person too, I'm black, FEE MAIL, 8teen

I'll try to post random stuff too, not my just my noods, I like good convos that aren't sekual, I don't rp but if you wanna send threats (bomb) to my house lmk 🤭

I won't be accepting messages because some of yall can't understand basic shit, If I wanna see your CAWK I'LL ASK FOR IT. Besides that try to be nice I'm just a girl don't scare me away.

I might follow back if your blog or bio is interesting 🥰

My mood has been ruined 😕, I don't like people sometimes.

[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[kazumist]

TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME .ᐟ

✩ — childe had always told you he liked you, but you never took his words seriously and dismissed them as his antics. however, after seven years of pining, can he prove to you that he's actually serious about his feelings? (or in which childe wants you to have a chance with him.)

✩ — childe x gn!reader. best friends to lovers trope. fluff, and uhm angst if u squint. no cws. wc: 784. reblogs and feedback are appreciated !!

✩ — zhongli was mentioned for no reason at all tbh. reader isn't oblivious btw it's more like indenial i think idk theyre complicated lol but yea you'll get it once u read it,, a proper drabble for this ramble i did back then :]

childe had told you numerous times that he had liked you for as long as you had known him. he always slips it into the conversation, even if it's completely off-topic. if you could get a penny every time childe says he likes you, then you'd be pretty rich right now.

it's not that you doubted his words (well, okay, maybe you do have a bit of doubt); it's more like you always thought that it was just another one of his antics. though you don't actually know if he's serious with what he says on this matter, you just dismiss it as childe teasing once again.

you and childe had this thing on fridays where you’d watch movies together. it’s a new movie every week unless you both agree to rewatch something. and while sitting on his couch, it isn’t any different. childe has said that he likes you about two times now, both with that cheeky grin he usually wears when he's teasing you.

(you wondered about it at some point—what if it's all true? maybe the reason he confesses in this way is to make it less awkward, and he could take it back if he ever gets rejected? you wouldn't really know, not when you can't keep count of the "i like you"s that childe has told you the whole time you have known him.

but one question always stuck in the back of your mind: who are you to childe? or rather—who is childe to you?

if you were to ask that of someone else, they’d say that you’re his best friend—the most obvious answer. you two have been inseparable ever since you met. however, the term best friend for him didn’t sit well with you.)

the movie was paused due to your quick bathroom break, and as you were going back, you were telling childe about the time zhongli forgot his wallet while you two were out buying materials for your project. but by the time you sat back down, childe looked troubled—agitated, even.

you called his name once or twice, yet there was no response. it wasn’t until you snapped your fingers in front of childe’s face that he snapped out of his thoughts.

"hey, you look pretty bothered; should we ditch the movie for this week?" you asked him.

but he didn’t answer; instead, he asked, "i know this is sudden, but... did you at least believe me once?"

you were speechless. what did he mean by that? surely he isn’t referring to that, right? (even if you wanted to not believe it, deep inside you knew what he was talking about.) you knew this would be a topic between the two of you sooner or later, but you didn’t expect to have this conversation now, of all times.

however, if you were to answer yes, you did believe it. you did, you did, you did—you believed all of it.

despite your lack of response, childe continued on. "i guess you didn't. i mean, it's okay. i guess my confessions didn't really seem sincere to you which is understandable."

"childe." you called.

"i mean, who would actually believe a guy who randomly confesses in the middle of a conversation? and the fact that i did it countless times? god, why did i do that? i'm stupid, aren’t i?"

"childe."

"i'm sorry, i really should've been more sincere at least once—" 

"childe!" he shuts up immediately.

before you could actually say anything else, childe spoke up again.

"i love you."

in the seven years that he has loved you, childe has never felt this impatient. he never felt this suffocated from all the feelings he kept for you this whole time. 

he expected the silence you gave him again, but his chest felt lighter now that he managed to say those three words. although the silence stings and now there’s a tense atmosphere between you both, childe has never felt any better.

on the other hand, you were still processing it all. you were asking yourself again: who is childe to you? he’s your best friend, of course. you love him—

oh.

oh.

you love him. you love childe, and he loves you. but it was no ordinary love between friends; it was a love that was more than friends could ever share. and it all came crashing to you that, truly, a universe without childe by your side would be mundane.

"i love you too," you finally replied.

"take a chance with me?"

a small nod is all what childe needs as a sign to kiss you.

there’s really no one else in the world with whom you’d rather fall in love except for him.

[agi-ppangx]

💭your greatest support

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

word count: 556

tags: non!idol au, fluff, hurt/comfort, established realtionship

warnings: i think none, just some hurt/comfort (reader cries bc of college and felix is there to help them)

summary: sometimes college is just too much, but your boyfriend is there to help you get through it

author's note: my first work with felix!! please let me know what u think abt it, feedback and reblogs highly appreciated<3

college was tough. your major was certainly interesting, but some classes were just too much for you. you tried your best, studying for long hours, pulling all-nighters trying to understand individual topics and solve different problems. but sometimes trying wasn't enough. it made you frustrated - without a doubt you were an ambitious person and couldn't just give up. but some days were simply bad. and when you had those days, breaking down over another papers from your lecturer, your boyfriend felix was always there to support you.

when he would wake up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty and see you sitting by your desk, typing something nervously on your computer, he would quietly place a fuzzy blanket over your shoulders, kissing your head and rubbing your back. it was his way of saying i know you can do it. and when you felt like time was slipping through your fingers, he would proceed to sit with you for hours, writing your flashcards for you and cutting them, and you would be so so grateful, because he would save you approximately three hours of work. and he would always make sure you eat enough and take a well deserved break.

felix softly placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "baby, c'mon, i've ordered some food," he exclaimed, looking at you as you were writing another essay, clearly tired and furious. he knew you weren't happy with the results, as you deleted sentence after sentence.

you only hummed in response, not bothering to look up at him. "hey, you can't even focus sweetheart, you need a break," he went on, concerned about your well-being. "lixie, please don't distract me now," you murmured, being on the verge of tears. you knew you couldn't finish it then, not with the lack of sleep and food. but you felt like you didn't deserve to take a break after barely doing anything.

you felt the tears start to fall on your face and the papers on your desk. you broke down again, feeling exhausted after all the failed tasks you'd tried to do. felix immediately hugged you, gently rubbing your back and patting your head. "it's okay, you just need a break. you're doing an amazing job baby," he reassured you quietly, kissing your head as you sobbed into his chest.

then you two would go to the living room. felix would place the food right in front of you and wrap you in a blanket, even bringing you your plushie to comfort you a bit more. after eating you would fall asleep in the middle of the movie he'd put on and quite frankly he would be so happy about it, knowing you hadn't been sleeping much at the time. then felix would leave your curled figure on the couch to tidy up your desk a bit, taking dirty mugs and plates, throwing away energy drink cans and overall organizing the place. you would be so thankful when you wake up, kissing him softly and muttering a gentle "thank you".

he would be so supportive, knowing damn well that even when you feel like a failure, you're doing way better than you think, working hard to pass the year and get a degree. and he would be more than happy to help you get through it.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

20 phrases that help identify a narcissist. Our Saint has said several of them. by u/Human-Economics6894

20 phrases that help identify a narcissist. Our Saint has said several of them. There are people who already have experiences with narcissists. But there are people who don't have it. How can you identify a narcissist? Well, as always: when they open their mouths. Narcissistic people use subtle phrases that can reveal their tendency to prioritize themselves over others and constantly seek recognition.It is true that some of these phrases could be used occasionally by people who are not narcissists, what distinguishes narcissists is the frequency and context in which they use these phrases, as well as the lack of empathy that accompanies them.If in your environment a person only talks about himself/herself (you will never hear a narcissist talk about other people, everything always revolves around him/her, how he/she feel, how things affect him/her even when they have nothing to do with him/her), and constantly says these phrases, or similar to these, see it as a red flag.“I always end up leading the projects, I don't know why.”“I have a hard time finding someone who is on my level.”“People don't usually understand what I really do.” (Megsy)“I am very demanding of myself, and also of others.”“I prefer to work alone, it's more effective.” (Mesgy told the Queen when the Queen offered Sophie's help to learn the job of a royal.)“My achievements speak for themselves.” (at 11 years old I wrote a letter...)“Most people don't have the same dedication as me.”“It's hard for others to keep up with me.”“It's not arrogance, it's just that I'm really good at what I do.”“I don't understand why others can't do things right.” (Megsy against her employees)“I always try harder than others, that's why they stand out to me.”“People often look to me to solve problems.”“If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have turned out so well.”“I feel like I have to correct others to make things work.”“I like challenges because I know I can overcome them.”“Criticism doesn't affect me, I'm used to winning.”“I'm not one to brag, but I have many achievements.”“It seems like people are bothered that he is so successful.”“I always have a clearer vision than the rest.”“Not everyone can handle pressure like I do.” (a version of "I was the most harassed woman in the world")Narcissistic quotes provide us with deep insight into the mind of a narcissist. These phrases are not only statements of self-affirmation, but they also reveal a pattern of thinking that prioritizes one's own image and disregards the opinions and feelings of others.Narcissists manipulate people, especially when they see someone with low self-esteem or someone they believe they can manipulate. Everything for them is about control. You have to be careful and if a narcissist appears, the key is to maintain clear boundaries and not get carried away by their distorted view of reality. Narcissistic phrases are just a manifestation of a deeper problem, and by identifying them, we can take steps to protect our own mental and emotional health. post link: https://ift.tt/LD9WJ8T author: Human-Economics6894 submitted: October 12, 2024 at 07:38PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[tojisun]

Firstly, I'm not a hater. If you're so incapable of reading, it's your problem! I never criticized her work, specifically the character. Can't I share my opinion? I just can't imagine Simon with such a person; it's purely impossible for me to imagine Simon liking such a person, okay? AND YES, I KNOW IT'S A FANFIC. This blog is a safe space for me; I often write about what I think, and many of my asks or thoughts have been received very well. Secondly, oh my god, I didn't know you could filter tags. Thanks for that advice; it's already done.

Sun, once again, if my comment offended you  you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you or your work. I love you very much, and I adore your work. I apologize if my ask hurt or bothered you.

hi hi!! thank u sm for sending this to clarify!!

and im sorry too for how ur ask had snowballed (but pls do understand that it is not made out of exaggeration as there has always been an influx of criticisms on works when authors dont ask for it; ur ask is not the first and would not be the last- it has been one, though, that was not truly made with the intention of hurting and for that im thankful too)

thats not to say that ur not allowed to share ur opinion!! but that goes on my end too. it just so happened that urs is a ‘criticism’ (using this term loosely) while mine is a fic/work. the avenues we used to share our opinions differ so pls also understand why reactions about our opinions vary. so when u sent the “please stop with this xyz” on my page that has reiterated how writing xyz is personal and fun to me, it was startling

that said, im glad that ur able to figure out how to use the filter system!! it helped me bunch when i didnt wanna see stuff my moots would reblog bc my main blog is linked to other blogs so sometimes when im out of a fandom for years now (ex. marvel) i filter them too!!

this got sooooor long but thank u sm for reaching back out!! stay warm and hydrated, and take care ^v^

[finniestoncrane]

listen ok i am read more-ing my ramble like obviously i don't owe anyone an explanation but people pleaser tendencies y'know and then we can get back to regularly scheduled shitposting and smut writing

my whole ass is just antisocial as fuck right now. trying to explain my specific brand of social trauma is difficult because even i don't really understand it. i'm autistic, i burn out, i have a tiny social battery, and i am just absolutely riddled with anxiety and paranoia PLUS my therapist thinks i might need anti-depressants because if i think my Thoughts™ this often then it is not Normal™

AND i am fully aware of how annoying i am but i can't make my brain work any other way? like i know it's my fault like it's my brain being wonky, not anyone else's problem. i'm just weirdly stuck in the rules of what i think friendship is supposed to be (having never experienced it lmao) but if people aren't liking my things or what i'm saying or interacting with me or reblogging from me or giving the same energy as me or wanting to be seen associating with me or they get on with other people better i just assume they dislike me and i leave them alone because that makes me more comfortable u-u so i am trying just now to mitigate it all because i know how exhausting it would be to have to reassure someone constantly that you are their friend or that you like them

for now though i am trying to not engage with or bother people as much and answering some asks every so often is about all i can muster so i am sorry for that and sorry for wasting people's time but also just let me cook let me wallow in self-pity it's not like anyone is missing out on anything great by having me be quiet lmao

[callibones]

uhhh hh ..... hello! this is the same anon who sent in that ask about object camps. the camps you suggested sound really interesting! im a little too scared to join them for now haha but they sound really cool. they will rotate in my mind for a while i think HGFDSFGHJGFDSDFGH other than that .. 1 . i came across the wiki camp two and it looked so creative and interesting to me! i dont program in css that often anymore but the site makes me wanna go over and put in a bunch of pages. problem is.. i don't know how to Apply? or Do Anything? rn the site is locked for voting but just in general i tried reading the rules but still couldn't understand how it worked. if you knew anything about it that'd be nice. it also seems to have a discord server..? again im scared to check myself but if youre in it i wanna know whether it's a nice space to be in.

2 . uhhghgfdghj i peered through the rest of the blog and found the shelled one blaseball fic you posted ? and i think im really Normal about it. So after reading that i now trust your fanfic opinions. are there any other blaseball fics you'd strongly recommend? and uh general.. uh, evil mind controlly fics would be really nice too (the book of bill is also sort of ruining me along with this so i am truly looking for ANYTHING and like omg hbdxszexrdcfdsxrctvdxszaf) and thats all i wanted to ask you! sorry this is getting REALLY LONG i wish you well and i am So Sorry for bothering you!

HELLO AGAIN! not botherin me at all. :-] i was hopin youd find that answer.... i made sure to answer it at the same time u sent the question so you'd have a MAXIMUM CHANCE of findin it, and u Did! so Yay! welcome back. im going to tag my answers to your Post's with 🩸🟪 so we Never Get Separated Again. but i want you to know.... i don't bite! i literally can't on account of my face is a monitor. so if you wanna chat, feel free to dm me! you seem like a really fun person and we clearly have a lotta interest's in common so Consider That: An Option.

ANYHOO.

1) the wiki camp 2 is ABSOLUTELY a welcoming community. in fact, check this out: here's an index of plainly written explanations of various community in-jokes, to ensure nobody's left confused! while i'm not super active on the discord due to hyperfixating on single spaces at a time like some sort of cryptid, i have a lot of wonderful friends in the community and i'd wholeheartedly call it nice.

you don't have to apply to write, either! while i don't think there's an ETA yet on when the wiki's re-opening, whenever it does you'll be able to make an account for free and start creating to your heart's content! sometimes people who do that even get roped into the camp due to Token Shenanigans....

2) look. i get it. how much do i get it? the post you're talking about was written by my bill cipher fictive. and guess what book made me pick THAT thing up? we're in the same boat. i'm (RELATIVELY) normal 'round these parts, but if you do end up dropping me a line, maybe you'll happen upon some of my stuff? just sayin'. but as for what i can do for ya at the desk here...

thing is, i actually haven't read that much blaseball fanfic. i know! i WANT to. i have a list, which i'll reblog with your special tag right after this. but my brain doesn't let me read a lotta long stuff these days, which is SUCKS! i might poke around some tags and see what i can find, but that spectacular shelled one fic's the only one of its kind i know.

if you wanna read something Long and Serious and Really Really Good that's haunted me for years, put your eyes on Oil and Water, the shoe thieves disaster marriage classic about grief and autism and family and other such things.

then read everything else that catches your fancy, and send me your picks! and hey. if anyone reading this wants to help a cute anon out and knows some fics (or wrote some fics) that fit the Bill i mean the bill, PLEASE lemme know!! i Understand wanting more evil mind control. it's kind of my whole thing. PLUS i'm literally the shelled one's favorite

[ptsdickgrayson]

Hey, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you with my message

But I really need your help

My old account was deleted because I was spreading our suffering and asking for help for my family😔

If you can donate to me and my family to save them from the bad environment here in Gaza and If you can't, please reblog and like the post

I hope you will be compassionate and understanding of the bad situation here 💔🇵🇸 A small donation from you can make a big difference to us

Thank you♥️🍉

https://gofund.me/4c549c8e

Hi ur not bothering me at all!! I sadly can’t donate right now but I can definitely share ur gofundme ❤️‍🩹

I rlly rlly hope u get the help u need ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[ryudaeng]

hello I hope this isn't a bother but you're one of the few big ccs I know and I was curious why some ccs dislike/block those who mass reblog or like their content? is this an unspoken tumblr rule I don't understand?

Honestly, i have no clue sdfggklh bc personally i don't mind when someone mass reblog or like. i guess some are annoyed when they receive many notes at once but i'm not sure what their reason is. for me i think it's silly to block someone for this reason, all u do is support my content ALL OF IT at once....can't get mad at that hehe

[villagesmartass]

hii sort of strange ask and no presh to answer. u made a post a while ago wearing this supr beautiful sheer lingerie-ish shirt/dress that was skin tone with a red or pink flower i think? can't be bothered to scroll back and find it but i remember it... do u remember where u got it? i was obsessed when i saw and haven't gotten un-obsessed in a way

I understand it’s so beautiful but my best friend gave it to me years ago and I think she thrifted it. I can look for a tag on it later and I’ll reblog with the brand name if it has one

[the-mold-under-your-bed123]

Hey, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you with my message

But I really need your help

My old account was deleted because I was spreading our suffering and asking for help for my family😔

If you can donate to me and my family to save them from the bad environment here in Gaza and If you can't, please reblog and like the post

I hope you will be compassionate and understanding of the bad situation here 💔🇵🇸 A small donation from you can make a big difference to us

Thank you♥️🍉

https://gofund.me/4c549c8e

Please share and donate if u can

[ultrvmonogamy]

just some bs drama venting i had to get off my chest that's not worth anyone else's time but this year has been so fucked on so many levels that i need to spew in some form or another n hey this is my blog so..

i am no longer finding compassion for the ppl who lied to, lied abt, and/or mischaracterized me to others n thereby interfered w or destroyed connections n relationships i had here.

whether due to ur own defense mechanisms or delusions or misguided senses of self-preservation, i wish u all the caricatured version of karma befitting the kind of people that actively work to slander n isolate someone who consistently strives to be good to others where reasonable, to treat others w integrity, to be authentic, to own his personal mistakes/misjudgments/missteps along the way, n to grow in the capacity to do so.

all of u r the worst kinds of hypocrites who i know firsthand have engaged in revolting shit ranging from catfishing to profiting off of racial fetishism while endlessly virtue signaling the opposite attitude to stealing content to repeatedly violating v clearly declared boundaries to retaliating for unrequited obsession and more. i wonder if, while u seem to revel in ur popularity here, some part of u feels empty inside knowing that the support n positivity u receive is not for u at all but rather is intended for a person who u only purport to be but r unwilling or unable to actually embody. i would like to say that i hope it tortures u w the kind of fire that serves to purify, but the truth is that rn i just fucking want it to burn.

one of u i thought was my friend. i sure as hell tried to be urs. i'm a fool for actually feeling deeply concerned for u n focusing on the good in u n wanting to encourage u in ur positive efforts. but to be fair u were struggling profoundly w depression, and u know damn well u made me feel like no one else believed in u. even after u confessed ur lie. i was taken aback by our most recent exchange, n for idk how many weeks after i'd been kicking myself for a far less self-aware younger me not handling that differently when the truth came out way back then. but now? now i'm just angry. how fucking dare u put me in that position n then come at me like i sought it out or asked for it? and how many others too? fucking hell, the things i won't even say bc of the legal ramifications of ur actions.. to u, i mean, not me. bc databases don't forget. how many lives did u put at risk? w YOUR actions. YOU did that. i have to wonder if perhaps u finally catching a glimpse of the weight of that made it all too much for u to own. or maybe it's some weird clout or relevance thing like when kids who grow up in cushy homes feel compelled to prove they're all hard n tough. i don't can't n won't know n shouldn't even bother to speculate. one of u i bought into ur bullshit until i saw ur true colors. n so then ur gonna slander me behind my back w some curated out of context messages or smth? fuck that. and fuck anyone who's gonna pretend they've never been mean when angry n disappointed in someone who's trying to pull the wool over their eyes. ur fucking gross gross gross gross gross. one of u i did all i could to be clear n soft w u bc ur fucking unhinged. but boy oh boy did u help me better understand what women r talking abt when they say they fear retaliation for rejecting guys, tho ofc this was me as a guy receiving it from a woman but it turns out it's plenty terrible enough even without the horrendous weight of societal misogyny behind it. whatever. ur a sad bully who can't handle rejection even when delivered w the utmost sensitivity. i doubt i'll ever see one of ur posts without feeling at least slightly nauseated, n i'm confident plenty of the ppl i know here who reblog them would feel the same way if they knew what a disingenuous, toxic, petty excuse for a sentient being u rly r.

moving on now. again. i can't think of anyone i'd rly want to have read this, but i'm posting it so i must want someone to read it ig. hi, i hope u didn't read this and r having a lovely day.