#im just habing feelings over here about it

[maraskywalkers]

I think about the "all this time everyone thought I was a bad cook"/"you were" a lot because 1) it's hilarious, Christopher's delivery gets me every time & Eddie & Buck's reactions each are great but 2) it's also indicative of the relationship that Chris & Eddie have and how lovely & good it is?? like the fact that Christopher can openly tease him like that & how often they are playful with each other & like even with Buck he can rib him about not having a couch or ofc he knows what a porterhouse is like anyway I just think about the other father son relationships right like Eddie's with Ramon and Buck's with Philip and like it's beautiful that Eddie has made it so Chris can talk to him about his feelings, that it's okay to be sad & angry and helping him learn how to handle those feelings, and he does so in a way that's open & honest & vulnerable because he's still learning too and he's worked really hard at being that for Chris but he's also made it so that they can be silly & playful & teasing because Chris know that he's safe with Eddie and by extension Buck too yeah like it's something I think about a lot as an aunt to young kids you know and just Eddie has made mistakes and he's always gonna be learning & growing right like we all are but he's such a good dad because Christopher can be himself with Eddie like he gets to be a whole actual person and not everyone gets that from their parents or family and you can tell just by their interactions that no matter what Chris is always gonna be loved & safe & respected & cared for with Eddie and Chris knows that and it's just so lovely you know????

[bougiebutchbinch]

Im so so so so so sorry but I feel like this is the equivalent to a confession box and Im too prideful to face Father Wagner with my sins.

So. Father tripple B please accept my newest thought.

We all know that Logans happy trail isn't a trail but a whole road, a freeway if you will, from his head, down his neck, to his chest, down his abdomen, down between his legs, its all a straight shot, connected. Yeah? Okay?

Hey- Stay on point. Stop thinking about Logans inner thigh hair- Pay attention.

So Wade dosn't have any hair. "Peach fuzz and he can't even grow it." Ahh mfer. What he does have is stomach problems. Stomach problems that leads to stomach aches. As someone who lives with someone who has had stomach cancer, Wade would have intense pain and cramps when digesting glutinous foods such as thick pizza or pancakes. Glucose and Protien would be his best friends. Fuck milk. Fuck fiber, fuck gluten, fuck everything else on this food pyramid.

Weeellll.... I keep thinking about them cuddling on the couch, watching a random movie because his stomach hurts so badly, he's just- dead. A replica of the imfamous melting clock painting, a whining mess completely slumped against him, trying his best to ignore the peircing feeling deep in his gut as he tries his best to digest dinner.

Subconsiously, unprovoked, and not asked, Logan starts mindlessly rubbing his stomach, lazily massasing the muscle and gripping his loose thin skin. He pushes up and gropes the sides, almost oblivious to what he's doing because here's Wade, absolutely putty in his hands.

The way those big paws of his caress and knead at him feels too good, small pleased groans coming from him as Logan has his waist secure in one arm, the weight only adding to the secure feeling.

When he stops, Wade only puts his hand back, shifting to nuzzle his scruffy cheek and encouraging him to put pressure and press upwards with his full hand's girip until he eventually drifts off into a loud as fuck flu like snore that becomes music to Logan's ears.

This also works if ftm Wade because he loves when hes sitting on Logan's lap, reverse cowboy, soaking/cock warming him as Logan feels his own bulge inside of Wade's stomach. 👁👄👁

🤭Telling him how good it feels to be stuffed and Logan telling him how gorgeous he is with him in him like this. Sometimes, they just sit like this for a bit. Logan rubbing over him so much that it not only feels great, but every time he dozes off, logan bucks his hips up. "Shows not over, bub." He tells him, teasing him.

Wade's so warm. So happy. So.. chilled the fuck out, cuddly and for some reason, Logan rubbing his thighs and his stomach drives him just insane enough to obey his every command.

Oh, it's so not fair. Wade's so milky. So ready. So.. tired. And Wolvie won't fuck him OR let him go to sleep. But the thing is, he's drawing him out, trying to get him his max cozy so he will sleep awhile. Going as far as sharing a few blunts with him, blowing smoke in his face playfully and kising him with smoke in his mouth, letting him take big puffs until his body does numb with just how chilled out he is.

When he finally does let him sleep, Logan dosn't move, watching another shitty movie and habing a cigar, drinking some water, rubbing his stomach a bit softer now, whispering how cute his stupid ass was only to fuck him over of the arm of this couch and press him into it the moment he woke up, his viens twitching inside of that hot cunt like wade was sitting on a thrown... maybe he should get him a tiara.. dub him the best pussy in all the land or something corney like that..

Anyway. Goodnight, i'm tired. You're welcome for those thoughts.

PS, I learned what soaking was because of you, so this is your responsibility now. At least you get Thought-Support, though. Here. It's your weekend.

stares at this

stares at this

👁️🫦👁️

haha I'm normal. I'm normal. I'm n o r m a l :said with teeth gritted while clutching the arms of my chair:

in short - yes. YES. use that silly little clown as a cockwarmer as part of his healthcare plan.... he needs to relax thoroughly into subspace so he can get a good night's sleep - and what better way than for him to be slid down real gentle onto Wolvie's cock/strap like it's a throne and then have Logan whispering in his ear about what a good boy he is, while stroking his tumtum and working him soooooo gently into a haze of pleasure....

I want this for him so bad. It would fix him, I think ❤️

[changbinsboobs]

Кто в SKZ является нейроотличным и к какому «типу» он относится

PLEASE THIS SUB-CLAUSE I BEG🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😔😔😔

Who in Skz is neurodivergent and what type are they?

Omg i just wann crawl into a hole and rot😭 i wrote SOOOOOOO much in this post. Sooooooo much!!!!!!!! And i went out of the app for a sec to check something and when i came back it was ALL gone😭 now i don't even wanna do it anymore😤 but still i have already committed so i guess im just gonna do it in a different format where i just give my quick opinion and then in a different post some other time explain in detail. I swear im so angry I've had this in my drafts for so long and everytime i start it somethmg happens and i camt fi ish it😭

*Also, put short, im not a professional nor a psychology major. This post is not based on tarot - all of it is based on my personal observations, experiences, opinions and the energy I've picked up from them from previous readings. Take it all with a grain of salt and remember i don't know the idols personally and i do not state facts. This is just a lighthearted post based on my opinion.

Chan - ADHD, OCD

He has mentioned the ocd himself while talking about red lights. He said tho that he thinks its not really ocd but something of that sort. In my experience ocd is heavily influenced by the level of dysregulation in your nervous system so if you're well regulated, even during stressful times, the ocd doesn't show as strongly as to be pathological. Once ur dysregulated tho it is definitely there and it depends on you how bad you let it get. So i for sure think he has it, its just not as intense for him to be diagnosed, which speaks good for him actually cuz i never thought someone under so much stress could keep himself so regulated, especially taking in mind his sleep and eating routine.

As for the adhd its just pretty obvious i think. Tho i believe he medicates it, espc since seungmin once mentioned something about chan having forgotten to take his meds today hence why he's all over the place.

Lee Know - On the spectrum

I did a long, long, detailed paragraph on autism and at the end described why i think lee know falls under it, but im so angry i don't wanna do it all over again right now. If you're interested on more details u can send a request and whenever i feel like it I'll do a post like that.

Changbin - On the spectrum

Same here, i just started to describe why i think he falls under the spectrum and then everything got deleted😭. Changbis paragraph is different tho. Why i think he's on the spectrum is because of his genius-like abilities in many if not all fields. He gives me wunderkind vibes. And i habe also picked up on him being the goat when he was a kid, but as he grows up the abilities and sureness he once had as a kid isn't there anymore or way less. Yk the autistic "trope" of being the wunderkind and them growing up into the burned out adult with so much lost potential. He give's me a bit of that vibe. He's also extremely sensitive and intuitive and has incredible attention to detail and patterns. He has such a unique sense for music and creation - in his field of music and rap he really is a genius. He calls himself a prodigy when little and i actually believe that (even if the members dont🥲😂) and even if he's very well liked by lots of people because of his great qualities as a human, he seems ufjfjf idk how to describe it. Like he's not integrated in with them (im talking about the group) but he's watching from outside. He's always the but of the joke, he's always the rejected one, he's always somehow different than them and doesn't quite fit in the group. In the sense that it feels like he doesn't get fully and completely accepted in a large group setting. I think he does grate one on one or in small 3 people groups, but once theres a small society - he's the left one out. I have so much more to say about all of this but once again - i think I'll leave it for another post when i get the inspiration for it.

Hyunjin - /

Han - Autistic for sure!

Yeah there's lots to unpack here to, cuz i habe so much "evidence" i think I'll actually might even do it on twitter as a thread cuz id like to include clips and stuff to be able to really analyse it, and here i cant really do that so - yeah look forward to it:)

Felix - ?

i have no fck idea to be honest. Maybe cptsd? But he also gives me vibes of dyslexia or something of that sort. Im not too familiar with it, so i can't say for sure but i have noticed he has speaking and learning problems so if you know any better than me please give suggestions. Cuz ain no way he's neurotypical. Also by speaking problems i mean I've noticed a difficulty in him of forming a coherent sentence or he just talks but its all nonsense.

Seungmin - /

I.N - /

[soggyriceee]

Moth to a flame part 3?

Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW

| first of all, I just wanna say thank you for all the support on this story. when I say I was not expecting to make this a series I wasn't. I literally was listening to the song and got some really good inspiration for a quick little smut and kept it pushing lmao. im so glad you guys like it and I hope to write more long stories in the future! in this part I will say Konig is a little crazy, and a lot of mentions about stalking, mommy king(hehehe), and aggressive sex are mentioned. also horrible German translation. if these are any triggers to you please please do not read this part! thank you again ily all sm <3 |

four months have passed since you moved away. you and your boyfriend now live in New York, working a daytime job as a school nurse. you finally decided to put your college degree to work. your boyfriend worked at the same company, got a raise and is planning on taking you both out to Cancun for the summer. and of course,

you got the abortion.

it was the least you could do to help make your boyfriend feel better. the last thing you needed was to be alone in New York, a city too big for someone to learn on their own. you were happy. contempt. Konig was out of your life and you were able to focus on your boyfriend now.

however, arguments and trust issues were inevitable after what happened. as much as your boyfriend loved you, he couldn't trust that the same thing would happen again. whether it was Konig or someone else. a ring light camera was placed at the front of your apartment door, checked by him every night for Konig but also any suspicious activity. "its more so for our safety." he had told you a few days ago. but you knew it was more to prove his doubts wrong.

Konig harnt reached out to you. he was blocked on everything, completely ghosted. but you knew that wouldn't stop him from looking for you. you just hoped it wasn't anytime soon. the abortion was already a big step into the right path for you, Konig coming in and ruining that path was not what you needed. you were happy where your life was now, you were happy with your boyfriend. Konig would never be an issue again.

that was until you heard a knock at the door of your office. "come in~" you said sing songly, expecting another high schooler to come in with some lame excuse to be here and not in class. you paid no mind to when the door open, finishing putting the rest of the cough drops into the jar. "what can I help you with?" you asked, back still turned.

it was quiet for a moment. then, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist. you gasped, turning quickly. there, Konig looked down at you, a wide spread smile on his face. "Meine Liebe, ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.." he whispered, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

to say your heart felt like it would jump out your body was a humungous understatement. you know it wasn't your fault this time it was happening. but you still felt beyond guilty, and most of all scared. pushing him back, you moved to the front of your desk. " h-how.. how did you find me- how did you get in?" you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "dont worry about that my love.. im here now. im here to take you back home." he said, tilting his head slightly.

he looked around, humming softly. "this is a cute office. very you like." he said, smiling at the photos of you and students you had grown close to over the last few months. but he didnt really care about that. he cared about getting you back to "home". "I am home Konig. you need to leave me alone im serious this time. im happy here im happy with-"

"but you aren't. I know you aren't. I know you miss me meine liebe. I miss you too. think about you all the time." he said, another smile coming across his face. he moved closer to you but you backed away. he sighed, crossing his arms. he was unhealthy. he needed serious help. help you simply couldn't offer him. "how long are you going to play this game." he said, his tone more serious, his eyes shooting you daggers.

"im not playing a game Konig you need to move on. you cheated many times. you lost your chance to be with me." you said, looking to his side. he wasn't one to get angry, so you weren't worried about that. you were worried about falling for his gaze, his puppy eyes. " gosh those were mistakes. I regret it. I love you. I love you please come back to me." he begged, his voice going from demanding to desperate.

he moved forward again, this time following you until your back hit the wall.

shit.

he placed an arm on the side of your head, the other moving for your chin. smiling, he tilted his head. "dont you see.. no matter where you go, how many phone numbers you make. ill find you, like I always do. and ill fuck you good, like I always do. ill have you leave him and be with me. who you really wanna be with." he whispered, his eyes moving down from your lips to your covered breasts. your chest rose and fell quickly, tears brimming your eyes. you hated him. but you hated him even more because you know he was right. he always fucks you good. he always finds you.

"please.. please leave me alone." you whimpered, fighting back the tears. he ignored your cries and moved his hand to your tummy, frowning. "our baby.. where is it? you should be a lot bigger by now." he said, stepping back a bit.

at that moment you had remembered the abortion, cursing yourself for allowing it to slip your mind so quickly. "where is our baby?" he asked again, his eyes going back to dark, angry ones. you opened your mouth to say words, but none came out. what were you to say? what if he really got angry with you this time? but he had the right to know. and you knew that. after all, he was the father.

"i..I aborted it Konig.. it wouldn't have grown up with its real father anyways." you replied after a moment. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. you knew all to well he wasn't going to have a pleased look on his face.

silence filled the large room until finally, he spoke up. "well. we can always try again." he said, turning to the chair at your desk. he rolled it out, sitting on it. "come here." he said, patting his lap. but you didnt move. he smiled, shaking his head. "always been defiant. I remember when we first got together I had to train that pretty little mouth of yours to not talk back to me. now look at you. thats what happens when you mess with boys, libeling. not men."

his words didnt bother you in an annoyed or angry way. unlucky for you, it made you clench around nothing. and he knew it did. he knew you loved being talked down on while being treated like a princess. he knew exactly how to turn you on and he was abusing that knowledge right now. " I bet you missed being thrown around, fucked like some worthless toy and then babied right after. dont you?" he stood from the chair, making his way back over to you. " you miss your mouth getting fucked, filled with cum. swallowing it all. making a mess on my dick.. fuck I think about it all the time. those pretty little eyes of yours looking up at me. mascara running down your face while I slide myself down that tight, tight fucking throat of yours." he said, looking down to your throat before quickly looking back into your eyes.

wet wasn't even the word to describe the situation going on in your underwear. you cursed yourself mentally for allowing him to talk to you like this. but you couldn't stop him. because he was right. your boyfriend, no matter how hard he tried, simply couldnt man handle you the way you loved. the way you needed. he was gentle, afraid to leave so much as a hickey on you. but he was slowly becoming more open to it, especially since seeing Konig pounding you from behind. he wanted you to stay, he didnt want you to move on to another. or back to Konig.

"Konig you need to leave.. im not coming back to you. you messed up far too man-"

" so let me make it up to you libeling.. lassen Sie mich um Sie kümmern.." he was now standing right infront of you, looking down at you. you couldnt look away. the way he spoke to you in his mother tongue turned you on, always. even if you couldnt understand every word, his deep voice and accent made it hot. his hand slid up your nursing shirt, gripping your covered breast. you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. you couldnt give in. not this easy.

shoving his hand down, you stepped away. "Konig leave or ill call the police. ill write a restraining order anything to get you away from me." you finally said, fixing your shirt. "your so hot when you try to act all tough maus.. fuck its making me so hard." he said, pulling at his pants buckle. your eyes flickered down for a few seconds, but it didnt go unnoticed. "see dont fight it maus.. I know you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. make you cum all over me. in this office of yours. you want me to fuck you on your desk huh?" he whispered, unbuckling his pants and slowly pulling his already hard dick out.

the tip literally dripped pre cum, dropping to the floor. it made you whimper, only fueling his craving for you. "Konig.. please leave." you whispered out, but it wasn't confident enough for him to believe. he smirked, turning down towards your chair once again. "maus dont you see how hard I am? I need you. I crave you." he said softly, eyes looking at you so "innocently".

his hand gripped the base of his dick, a sigh coming from him. he leaned over, spitting onto the tip and moving his hand down his shaft, slowly back up. a quiet groan left his lips, his head resting back and looking to you. he sped up his hand movements, keeping eye contact onto you. small, desperate whimpers slipped from his lips as his hips bucked up. "oh maus.. please~" he whimpered, his chest rising fast, falling at the same rate.

you whimpered at him, wanting to go and slide down on his dick. not matter how badly you wanted to keep up with the happiness you had in your life right now, you needed him. he saw your confusion and smiled, taking his other hand and reaching out. you hesitated, but slowly walked over to him. his movements slowed down, his eyes looking up at you. "please.." he whimpered.

you knew this was wrong. and you hated how much he always found a way to wrap you around his finger. how he always managed to get you beneath him, fucking into you relentlessly. and you hated how he always came back into your life when you were happy. you hated how badly you craved him, no matter how far away he was, or how bad he treated you.

you couldn't process anything until you felt him pull you down onto his lips. and you couldnt stop yourself from kissing him back. your hands cupped his face, forcing your tongue into his mouth. he smirked against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. you grazed over his exposed dick, sitting right front of it. you pulled away, a long strong of saliva connecting you two.

" maus.. i wanna fuck you so bad. please." he whispered, his hand sliding up your shirt, pulling your bra down and playing with your nipple. you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. "c-can I lock the door?" you whispered, looking down at him. but he was so focused on your nipples, and playing with himself that he same time. you assumed he didnt care, and continued to pull your shirt up and off.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and stood, sitting you on your desk. "imma fuck you... send you back home with my cum swimming around inside you. you want that?" he said, pulling your pants down. you hated how much you wanted to say yes. it was killing you. but the way his tip ran up and down your slit, teasing your entrance as he whispered filthy words into your ear, you couldnt help but whimper out a pathetic 'yes'.

thats all he needed to hear from you before he slid his full, thick length into your tight cunt, a deep groan coming from him as his head pressed against the top of yours. a gasp slipped from you, your hand covering your mouth. as hot as this was, fucking in your nurse office with the door unlocked, it was risky. in fact, you could loose your job. but he wanted that. he wanted you to have a reason to leave and go back with him, no matter how crazy or detrimental the reason. " so fucking dirty.. getting fucked on your office desk-shit- I bet you want someone to come in here and see this tight cunt getting fucked huh?" he whispered, gripping the back of your head, pulling it so your eyes met his.

he was hot. you couldnt admit it. the way he looked as he fucked you made you go feral. his hair sticking to the top of his forehead, eyes locked onto yours as small whimpers and groans left his pretty little lips. he could say the same for you. the way your tits jerked up and down every thrust he gave, your desk squeaking along with it. your hands gripping onto him as you gave him small, pathetic begs. "say it louder baby.. what do you want? be a big girl for me." he whispered, pulling his now shiny dick out, slamming it back into you. your hands gripped him harder as his grip on your head did too. "f-faster.. please" you finally were able to muster out.

his hips waited no time to move faster, feeling every vein and inch of his thickness move in and out of you. it was heaven. no matter how much you hated him, you couldnt stop yourself from letting him fuck you. anywhere. anytime. you guys were like magnets, no matter how hard you both tried you couldnt keep away from each other.

the more time went on, you realized the tears forming in konigs eyes. they weren't from pleasure either. " k-konig?" you asked, your hands falling to his lower stomach. but he kept going, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, he kept going. "I-i hate you.. so fucking much. I hate y-you because I know I c..I cant live with or without you-fuck.. I-i crave you even when I shouldn't.. I fucking hate you" he cried out, small whimpers coming every now and then from him.

for a moment you had to stop and think about what he just said. but, he didnt give you much time. the more his tears fell the faster and harder his thrusts became. the more aggressive he became. he let go of your head but pushed your body back, your bare back hitting the cold desk, pens and papers falling to the floor. "k-konig" your whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I-im gonna..cum soon..fuck!" he groaned, his head falling into your chest. his hot tears covered you and you could've sworn you heard 'mommy' fall from his lips every now and then. it made you clench around him seeing him so vulnerable, so emotional while fucking you.

he took one of your legs, pushing it up so your foot rested on top of the desk. his thrusts became deeper, the sound of your moans growing louder. his hand quickly found your mouth, silencing all the whimpers and moans that slipped from you. "m..mommy im cumming~" he cried out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy.

his sudden change in persona threw you off guard, but you liked it. too much. the closer he got the more he chanted 'mommy'. and you could tell, he was really close. "m-mommy I-ill hold it back.. ill hold it back till y-you cum first~" he whimpered into your chest, his arms finding your waist and pulling you up into him.

your hands quickly found his hair and tugged it, moaning how good you felt. "k-konig keep going.. im so close~" you moaned, your head falling back off the desk, eyes shutting closed. he growled, slamming deeper into you, stabbing your squishy g spot each time.

the knot in your stomach quickly came undone and not too long after, he came with you, his grip on you tight enough to snap you in half if he really wanted. he whimpered as the last bit of his cum shot into you, small 'plat plat's coming from beneath you two. he pulled out, watching the mix of cum pour out of you as if you were a waterfall, dropping to the floor.

heavy breathing filled the now silent room as you slowly lifted yourself up. "ill get you a paper towel." he said softly, shuffling over to the counter and grabbing the roll. he brought it over, getting to his knees and slowly, spreading your legs. taking the towel he ran over your pussy slow, collecting the cum. it was silent. you didn't know if you should bring up what he said, what he called you.

he sensed your tension and looked up at you from below. "I meant every word I said. I hate you. but I hate you because I love you too much to let you be someone else's. nobody.. nobody has ever made me this crazy.. ever. you've unlocked a part of me that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I had. my heart hurts seeing you happy with someone who isn't me, having a life with someone who isn't me. and what hurts more is to know I caused that." he spoke, his voice soft.

you looked down at him, your chest hurt. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "you dont have to say anything. ill leave you and your boyfriend alone." he stood, throwing the papers away. "im moving back to Germany." he said, looking down at you. and you couldnt lie, your chest felt like it was tightening. tears began to pool but you looked down.

" I leave in three days. I just.. wanted to say goodbye. I guess. I know you hate me, I know you want me to leave. and I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. if you-"

your hands wrapped around his shirt collar and you pulled him down, slamming your lips to his. his large hands slammed against the sides of you, holding himself up. he immediately kissed back, moaning into the kiss. thats when the tears fell.

"please..please dont leave.." you whispered, pulling away. you looked up at him, looking for anything that said "I won't".. but his lips formed a small smile, his hand meeting your cheek. "your happier without me.. you know you are." "I dont c-care. I cant ha-have you not here. please"

the tears kept falling and he caught each one, flicking them from your face. " oh meine liebe.." he whispered, pulling you into a hug.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

2 years had passed. you were pregnant. again. getting married in a few months too. you were excited because you felt like you were happy, for real this time. you stayed in New York, working at a new school more uptown. it was great, you were happy now.

" okay chicken orrr steak?" you asked your fiancé, rubbing your baby bump as you stared into the fridge. your soon to be husband came behind you, kissing your neck and putting his hand on top of yours. "chicken. we can make Alfredo." he said. nodding, you grabbed the meat, putting it in the sink to defrost.

" ill go run you a bath and we can get ready to go to the bakery. im excited to taste all the new cakes." he said, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. " me too. especially the Oreo one. pleaseee at least try it. for me." you pouted. "your gonna say no to your pregnant fiancé?" you smirked, pointing to your belly.

you were due exactly 3 months after your wedding. so you both decided now was the perfect time to get married before you both had no time. "I guess I cant huh." he laughed, opening the bedroom door. you sat at the edge, watching his tall stature move to the shared bathroom.

as you watched him from your bed you smiled, thinking of all you both had been through. maybe it was the hormones, but you felt the tears well in your eyes. and it didnt go unnoticed either. " meine liebe? whats wrong?" he asked horridly, rushing over and wiping the tears from your eyes. you smiled and shook your head, placing a high kiss on his cheek.

"I just love you a lot. thats all." you whispered. he smiled, lifting you bridal style before kissing you passionately back. " Ich liebe dich mehr, meine liebe."

| tried to be cool and only highlight when y'all knew he was speaking at the end hehehe anyways guys this is like.. the end! if you guys would want one where the outcome is different and she stays with her current boyfriend lmkk cause I can do that too. but yea like I said thank you all so much for the love on this mini series <333 |

[nintendont2502]

My brain really goes "lmao if you dont draw you're gonna feel like shit but if you *DO* draw you're gonna keep fucking it up and feel even worse somehow" and I just. Hhhhhhgggg

Im actually going to scream I fucking hate art block so much og my god

[mistydeyes]

hi! I saw you're doing pairings and was wondering if I could get one...? I'm 5'6, long brown hair and blue eyes. Im getting my BA in communications and minoring in journalism. I was on my high schools marksmanship team and I still go out and practice occasionally. I really enjoy writing and reading and I also play guitar. I'm definitely more socially awkward and prefer staying in rather than going out and I'm not the biggest fan of people in my personal space that I haven't already given permission to. I'm learning a few languages right now but I'm gonna be honest, it's not sticking very well...I dress in a mix of like 90s grunge, 70s rock and old man clothes and I listen to just about everything under the sun. I also love kids but don't want any bc I've seen enough to know that's not my thing (hopefully this is enough! I adore your writing so thank you in advance! <33)

König

(this was so cute and I got carried away so enjoy the read anon!)

How you met: Upon graduation, your gift was a trip across Europe. You were ecstatic as you had been attempting to learn as many travel phrases as you could. Vienna, Austria was your first stop and you made sure to do every touristy thing imaginable. You were on your way to try the famous Sachertorte cake when you were stopped by the sight of a music store. You ventured in, only planning on picking up a few of your favorite CDs as souvenirs. However, the store was massive and you were determined to go through every single shelf. By the first hour, you had finally found it, a 90s grunge CD you had been scouring Ebay for god knows how long. As you waited in the queue to pay, you could feel someone stand behind you. You paid him no mind until he spoke up, "Ich liebe das" he said softly, as to not startle you. "Ja," you replied, turning to him. He was a full foot taller than you and his soft voice threw you off from his tall, commanding demeanor. "Umm Ich habe," you began to say but forgot the words for "looking for this." "Ich habe looking for this," you said sheepishly. To this he laughed heartily. "Your German is quite good," he said and you felt embarrassed as his accent revealed he was a native of the country. "What you want to say is 'Ich habe danach gesucht'" he corrected and said the statement flawlessly. "Danke!" you said happily and he was glad you couldn't see as he blushed profusely underneath his face mask.

A peek into your relationship: After your run-in at the music shop, you saw König again and again. You thought it was uncanny but he was surprisingly helpful by being a human dictionary and tour guide. Unfortunately time flew and you were off to your next destination. You exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch on your travels. Now you were back at home, living by yourself and working at your journalist position. You missed König as you two became closer over time, two years had passed since Vienna and you hadn't been back. You even began to develop a crush after your late night chats and his daily "learn this German word" texts. Needless to say you were best friends even though thousands of kilometers separated you. As you texted him back, he simply said "I sent you a gift." You sent him a question mark before you heard your doorbell ring. You slowly got up and opened it to see König standing there with a record of that album you had bonded over so many years ago. "It's me, I'm the present" he said and you laughed at the surprise. "What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wanted to visit my favorite German student-" he replied. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or the way you could both feel the tension but you cut him off with a kiss. "Nun, jetzt bin ich froh, dass ich diesen Flug genommen habe" he said before you kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I'm not that good, you're going to have to translate."

Translations

Ich liebe das - I love that one

Ja, Ich habe danach gesucht - Yes, I've been looking for this

Nun, jetzt bin ich froh, dass ich diesen Flug genommen habe - Well now I'm glad i took that flight

[misssakuramochi]

Hihi heres my info for the trade thx for trading for me

Persona 5 male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thankie thankie

I match you with...

AKIRA

You two compliment each other so well!! On one hand, you're similar. On the other, you're balanced. I imagine you to be a driven person with a strong sense of justice - a quality the two of you share. It draws you together, and together there's nothing you can't accomplish. Both of you take care of each other when you forget to take care of yourselves and have a great support system in one another. While you can be a little scattered emotionally, Akira is more... stable I guess, if you're not offended by the term. He's your rock when things get too much, and you help him learn to express himself! Overall you're the scariest power couple out there tbh.

HEADCANONS

● Words of affirmation you say?? Akiras got you covered. He's quiet until you're alone, but he loves to smother you with compliments the second you are. Between making you blush and trying to boost your self esteem (he just wants you to see you the way he does) Akira never stops saying nice things to and about you.

● Phantom thief extraordinare, Akira WILL keep quiet and pretend not to be home when you are just to hear you sing. He loves hearing you habe fun. He also likes how flustered you get when you realize he's been there the whole time.

● Akira is normally really chill, but he turns into the most doting worry wart when you get an abdominal migraine! He's got water, the BRAT diet, buckets, meds, comfy blankets and pillows... he really goes over the top to make you even a little more comfortable. Basically turns into your personal servant tbh

● Don't like math tests? Akira's got you. He's very proficient with book learning and he's more than willing to put in a little extra work to help you. By which I DEFINITELY mean helping you cheat. He could tutor you, and would if you wanted, but why not get rid of the anxiety completely by just having Morgana signal the answers to you through the window?

[floofballsammy]

Talking about Monty and Glamrock Bonnie here.

FNaF Security Breach Ruin Spoilers

With Ruin showing us Glamrock Bonnie, it kinda just confirmed to me that Monty couldnt be the one decomissioning Bonnie. I mean, it never really made sense in the first place.

And I'm not going to take the Story from Ruin as evidence. That atill was clearly a fabrication by Fazbear Entertainment to cover up Bonnie's dissappearance.

Let's see. Often times I see people say he has the means and the motive. Means as in the claws (which we see a big claw mark on Glamrock Bonnie's chest) and motive to be the star (as people use the one stage in the golf course). Bonnie was also last seen in Monty Golf. And Monty also has anger issues.

However, that just doesnt make sense with what we learn with Monty in the base game?

He wouldn't have the claws at that point. And even if the timeline is a little iffy (since the note says decommissioned not missing, so i'm willing to concede if im wrong here), he doesnt attack with them anyways? He attacks mostly with his teeth (fun fact he does a death roll when broken) and has no record of attacking other people/robots. Just destroying his room and breaking fences. Someone who does have a record of destroying S.T.A.F.F. robots is Roxy (while the raceway wasnt functional). And someone who has a record for attacking employees and guests is Chica (over a food that was messing with her program).

His motive also doesnt add up with another message called 'Monty Mischief', where it is explicitly stated that Monty is missing main performances. He's rather on the catwalks at Monty Golf than on the main stage (even after breaking both legs there). So what about the stage in the Golf course? It seems to just imply personal beef with Freddy rather than anything else.

And while this is a bit of speculation, i wanna say that it seems his anger problems stem from being on the main stage. In a lot of the cut outs, he's more portrayed as this relaxed, layed back person. Which matches his attraction, Golf. There's also really no records of aggression or anything broken in Monty Golf. Actually, he starts breaking fences once he got the claws. And together with the Monty Mischief message it does feel like the main stage is the source of his stress, which turns into anger and him breaking stuff. But since Security Breach and Ruin really dont go in depth with Monty, it's really hard to judge his personality.

Well, Bonnie was last seen in Monty Golf (or atleast it was heavily implied). That whole message was weird to me. Not in a 'its hidden lore' or 'fake' kinda way, just a 'what happened?' kinda way. There's gaps spanning hours between the 3 locations, which makes me wonder what Bonnie was doing. What makes me wonder more is how Bonnie ended up in Bonnie Bowl? Now, I need another closer look at the surroundings and the carpet, but one thing that is certain is that a bowling ball smashed his head. How did a bowling ball get in Monty Golf? Why was it taken with him?

Or he was actually attacked in Bonnie Bowl.

Bonnie being attacked in Bonnie Bowl and not Monty Golf really seems obvious when you look at his body. And as for who killed him? I habe some reasons to believe its the Mimic.

First of all, as seen in the Mimic's jumpscare, he not only has the claws, but attacks with them. Literally look up the jumpscare. It's very obvious. Not only that, but it has been in the Pizzaplex for a very long time. And M.X.E.S. (Pegtrap) definetly hasn't been there to stop it from the beginning. The game seems to imply Gregory put that in place? But does that explain why a Fazwrench works on the nodes? I'm still unsure.

So it has the means. Does it have the motive?

Admitedly, I'm not as caught up with the books or the Mimic's philosophy, so I'm mostly going off the game here. And honestly, I dont know yet. It definetly seems something the Mimic would do, but since it was introduced at the end, we don't really know how it acts in the games. It's a big maybe from me.

I know this was a long long post, but I really wanted to get my thoughts out there. This whole situation is really interesting to me, and not a lot of people are looking into it. I also think Glamrock Bonnie is a bit more important lorewise than we think, with his weird connection to the cleaning bots (PatPats) and what the PatPats actually do in game (they not only mimic screaming children, but also voicelines of the other animatronics).

Honestly, feel free to debate me on this. I'm very open to hear other aguements or theories on this whole thing.

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

dreamt that i was walking into this target type of building but it was like a similar type of store. i walked in, someone i recognized started yelling their ass fof at me about being late to work and in that dream i realized “wig do i still work here?” and im like oh im on for today? right now? well damn i got my stuff so ill go get changed. and my manager? the person yelling at me huffed and asked me about the “affair”. she was talking about the outfit i was wearing. it was a type of magic that i had crafted to make my outfit look a certain way and it looked like ome of those super silk purple robes that youd see a rich widow wearing.

anyways the position at the store 🏬 was like a regular one except they had me working like lead role in some show that served as like an asvertisement for their company. it was like a full blown show and it was like a pretty good soap opera cuz if you didnt know youd habe no idea it was advertising for the store. so yeah i was the main character???? for some reason... and the main character was like this maid with this super frilly maid outfit kinda like this

and she was like ome of those characters that stumbled her way thru the story, into and out of problems. sje had good insight sometimes and was good at event planning and liked to run and read mysteries a lot. i guess it was a bit of a mystery soap opera cuz there were a lot of murders and other problems that shed end up solving cuz all the other characters were so caufht up in the surrounding melodrama that the only “mostlybut not really” uninvolved character had the time to think about what was goin on lol.

anyways they paid me for like an entry level position and i had to act out this character for the show on the set and in the store itself. the job overall sucked and like the store too but i kinda liked not habing to wear the stores normal uniform and the maid outfit allowed me to get away with fucking around and doing some other bullshit i absolutely would have not gotten away with otherwise. also i liked working on the show more thhan anything else. it was... fun.... despite eberything else.

anyways at this point i just got stopped at the entrance and havent gotten changed yet. so i make a dash back into the tunnels tha connect to the entrance and stsrt looking for a changeroom. the tunnels are like a swathing sea of people in these subway like tunnels. it was all white like a targets walls would normally be. with thst type of stone or brick thats been painted over. it was nauseating. it shared that same kind of miserable lighting too... anwyays i kept running into various people cuz there was so many around ir was impossible to not do so. and almost ebery single one i ran into kept aski nd me about “the affair”. i didnt bother to keep asking at this point. after feeling like id suffocate and die like this several times i made it to thechange room . which had the same pale white ceiling and walls and insufferable lighting and almost as many people inside as there were outside. but at least the changeroom was incredibly spacious... people still wouldnt stop asking me a bout “the affair” until i managed to erect a barrier of boxes and linen in a corner so i could change in relative peace.

when i changed into my outfit i was no longer at the store. i was already wearing something else and i found myself at some type of gathering at some kind of (ski?)lodge

i remember hurrying to orepare a swimming outfit and some backup outfits for after and while i was doing that i was talking to someone about fortnite? while also preparing for some event

oah yeah it was one of those collective borthday events for people who had birthdays in the same month. far as i remember there were only 3 ppl there whos birthdays were beinf celebrated for that month. it was wierd cuz like after all the prep and setup and everything eberyone is more or less gatheredon one end in this dining hall amidst all thr serving tables full of food... and then my grandmother? (maybe?)start singing happy birthday. she gets like 2 lines out before she interrupts herself to start reciting a speech which felt like a suuuuuuuper uninportant thank you to thr “sponsors” she was reading advertisements. i looked at the guy whose name was mentioned in the first two lines of the song we were singing, miguel, and he was kinda just looking around expectantly. felt bad for him... most of the people who were gathered up before were suddenly no longer in sight cept for a few stragglers. thats what it felt like. the few left behind were just wandering aroujd aimlessly. not even chatting or eating. there were two ppl who was i was talking with on one end of the hall. i said, smth like “this kinda fucking sucks” and this one lady walked up to me and very excitedly agreed and the guy sitting in his chair handed me his phone and showed me his web page. it was pretty cool. it had this really cool pixelized style of colouring using various hues of green and brown that looked really good together. i looked thru his page while talking to both of them and as i did images of this dark builfing with spotlights occasionally hitting it started filling my mind like a vision ior clairvoyance or smth. it was a weird clustered snd complicated buildinf. i wish i remembered enough about how it looked to draw it.

the 3 of us kept talking to eachother and we realized we all got along pretty well so at some point the lady was like “hey why domt we fuck around and make our own birthday celebration since they dont seem interested in starting anytime within our lifetimes lol” and both me and the guy were like yeah thats a great idea. the guy in the chair dodnt really say much very often bur the 3 of us were all on the same page so while the lomg ass speech was s to ll goin on we dragged out a circular table, found a normal sized cake and surrounded it with plates and bowlls of food we were planning on eating. we were practically making new dishes and soups an stuff with all the combinations we were making. once all the food was ready we just interrupted and started singing happy birthday to miguel while the 3 of us held hands round the table. im not sire if he heard us since he was sitting relatively nearby my grandmother(?) who was kinda still droning on...

the 3 of us were having fun and were enjoying our newfound friendship we had forged . i think i woke up around then

[changbinsboobs]

I only had like 3 dreams of idols so its cool if someone else gets to have further dreams of them and often I wonder if it reflect the idols day to day emotions / situations or if they just trying to reach out to someone?

do u think we have to do tarot on idols to gain that connection to them in order to dream of them more frequently? not that id care or not just would be cool or different at the very least. my dream was specially abt chan and felix it was like in another world / realm and they had some type of super power or like they saw themselves as being heros. i dont know if that reflected in how they view themselves wanting to protect their fans but i dont overwatch them and i dont even think abt the members that much? skz are more like a casual interest i have once in awhile

can u then do a reading on what skz dream about themselves? i dont think anyones asked that to a tarot reader before but they too must have some crazy dreams

Finally i got to answer this one, it took a while im sry😅

So i don't think ones dreams about idols affect them in any way except if you habe a significant connection to them, which i doubt. Like i think if for examples han's mom were to often have vivid dreams about him, it would really be connected to him in some way, but even then, not in the way where he feels it, but rather his moms dreams for example tell her how her son is doing etc. yk

And i also don't think doing tarot has a significant role in how often you dream of people/ idols and who you dream about. I do readings on idols every day for idk like a month already - and i haven't had a single dream with anyone during that time. In fact i haven't had dreams with them for a very long while.

And so here is the long awaited reading for their dreams:) i used the 3rd Eye Tarot (tbh i think i should stop announcing it in every reading, ya'll already know i use it for all my readings, except spicy ones.

*Please take the reading with a grain of salt, its for entertainment purposes only!

Enjoy💗

What do Skz dream about? (when they sleep)

Chan - Ace of Wands, 2 of Wands

For him im seeing he just dreams about his goals and him getting there. I think his subconscious is so preoccupied with proving himself constantly that his subconscious mind projects it into his dreams. Or he gets pulled into parallel realities and experiences another chan's waking life in just working, planing and running towards his goals.

Lee Know - The World, 3 of Cups, Knight of Swords

Not surprised with his reading I've already mentioned that i've been seeing him the most in dreams in the past and that he seemed very aware and like ugh idk like real? Lucid? Idk how to describe it just in a few words but thats the same if been getting from the cards. He seems very active in his dreams. Very aware while dreaming. I believe he travels different universes and worlds, different domains. I think he likes to explore the astral realm and would say has really a gift for that! I think he also has great control over that dimension and can at will take or remove himself to/from different dreams and spaces. And i think he has met lots of people, entities, energies etc along the way and would say has made quite some friends.

Changbin - The Sun, Death, Queen of Cups, 2 of Pentacles

Why do i even bother to lay cards for him at this point?🥲 its almost the same each reading.🫠 So in his dreams he is unaware i would say - like he doesnt really remember what he dreamt about when he wakes up, or he can just remember a vague theme or feeling, or some incoherent scenes and all of that doesn't make sense to him, but it also does, yk that feeling. I think he has that. And i think the reason for that is cuz his higher self takes over and works hard in his dreams to pick his subconscious minds, to heal him, to implement seeds and truths, sometimes through dreams (when he has ones he remembers and or understands). I also think that if he has a dream he remembers theres always a message in there for him. He receives guidance through his dreams. And what all that hustling is about? U guessed it😂 - to find his wife👰🏻‍♀️🤰🏻 i think his higher self might be "searching" for her and working behind the scenes to bring them two together.

Hyunjin - The Empress, King of Cups

His dreams are very creative usually. And are more a fruit of his own subconscious mind, rather than astral travel etc. Just like Chan. I think he has lots of overflowing creativity he just can't pour all out in one day, so it gets used up in his dreams at the end of the day to like - bring balance in his being. I think he has wild and crazy and very rich and interesting dreams. I would love to take a peak.🥰 And i think he actually can remember lots of them with lots of detail as well. If you were to ask him about it he would wipe out a journal and start reading them to you like a short-story. Oh yeah and i think he might journal his dreams from time to time. Maybe not everything, but what he deems as important whenever he remembers. He thinks there could be lots of wisdom in them and if he ever gets in a rut or gets bored he wipes that journal out again and reads it to get some inspiration and ideas back. Thats what im getting for him.

Han - 9 of Cups, The Magician

I can't quite pick up if his dreams are more astral or subconscious but i definitely pick up on peace and release and fun and excitement. I would say it could be a mix of both. Like some dreams he has are subconscious and he releases lots of build up stress, emotions etc from them. Others are astral and he goes out (nit too far out tho) and just enjoys the funs an astral body and a world not bound by the laws of physics offers. I think he does fun stuff like learning how to fly. Going on a quest to find interesting animals (that don't exist on earth), visiting a neighbor galaxy/planet/universe whatever, talking with the local entities/spirits and whatever😂 and just overall having fun. Yk whats very fitting for him - i actually see him as a ghibli character having a whimsical adventure whenever he goes to sleep☺️love that for him. Just overall very lighthearted fun and pleasant energy. I think he loves sleeping😂 even if he can't remember when he wakes up, his brain does and his body does as well. Oh also i think he might be developing some skills in his dreams that he is using in the real world. Or like finding knowledge within his dreams that he can use in the real world to further improve his skills.

Felix - The Star, Knight of Cups

Also very nice energy! I think he dreams quite a lot about his crushes when he's having subconscious dreams. On the other side when his dreams are aware its not him but rather his higher self thats operating in that realm. I can't quite pick out what he does for sure but i think it has to do with some sort of socializing. For example going to other galaxies etc to visit friends from past lives or beyond life on earth or whatever. I think he also enjoys meeting new "people". Overall very cute, well balanced energy.

Seungmin - The Fool

He just rests😂 thats it. Thats the reading! If he dreams, its "meaningless" processing of the day and like anything thats not needed gets cleaned out and he's just getting a restart and rest for the new day.

I.N - Knight of Wands

I think his dreams are quite action packed. I think he's constantly on an adventure and is dreaming very much! Like dreaming every night, and every night being jam packed, yk those dreams where you sleep for 8h, but you've spent 2 months in your dream. I think he has those kind of dreams. Very realistic, very heartrace-inducing(?). I think he also remembers them pretty well, at least while he's freshly awakened. Idk about remembering them later on. Maybe not if he didn't care about the dream, but also maybe yes if he thought that dream was special or interesting or something grabbed his attention.

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bull ride - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut some steamy time with Max x word count: 1970+

Winter break is here, and you finally have some more time with your boyfriend Max, who’s still flying high after him becoming the world champion. Since then, he’d be happier, more relaxed, and overall cuddlier than he used to be. You’re glad that stress is finally gone, for now.

Right now, you’re sitting in the living room of Max’s apartment, while he’s preparing something for you. “Wait here, please.” He smiled, kissed your cheek, and vanished behind the closed bedroom door. Knowing that something is odd, you wait for him to return. He is plotting something, and you’re gonna find out what eventually. Impatiently, you check your phone every five seconds, trying to get your mind off of things, but your whole body shivers in anticipation.

Just then, when you lean back against the soft pillows behind you, you hear the door at the other end of the hallway open. “Honey?” Max says, his voice a little rougher than usual, the anxiety perhaps? “Still here?” You giggle and put your phone down. There is no leaning back anymore, your body is shaking a little, and your eyes are stuck at the wooden doorframe. “Ready?” He says quietly, and you know he is blushing hard, as his voice would always break when he is nervous, so he’s trying to keep it low.

“No!” You say, and both of you share a little laugh. “Define ready, though.” Smirking, you scratch your arm, watching Max enter the living room, dressed up entirely. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, a nice, tight white shirt, a few buttons open, teasing you with his chest, nice tight jeans, and no socks. “Fair enough” he shrugs casually, and you notice that he even shaved his scruffy beard, more like bringing some form into it, even though you like it when his little hair tickles you. “Oh hello.” You say, unsure about how to keep a straight face. He looks so good, and he knows it. 

“My lady.” He growls, his hands at his waist as he slowly walks up to you. “May I?” Max smiles, reaching for your hand. You embrace his hand and he instantly, gently pulls you into him. “Easy there, cowboy.” You smirk, steadying yourself against his broad chest, while his hands wander to your waist, securely holding you in place. “Sorry, my lady.” He breathes against your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re just, so pretty,” Max whispers, leaning into you, placing a single, loving kiss right on your lips. 

You embrace him fully, closing your eyes to just feel him, to taste his delicious taste. But he, instead, separates himself from you, just enough to keep you wanting more. Leaning your head back, you have another look at his hat, his pretty face, and further down his body, running a finger down his neck, right between his open shirt. “This is your surprise?” You lick your lips, your eyes wandering all over his beautiful body. “All of this.” A devious smirk spreads across his face when he starts to slowly grind his hips on yours.

You can feel him being very excited already, which makes you mirror his smirk. “This is something.” Leaning into him, you breathe against his cheek until you're right at his ear. “I’ve never been to a bull ride.” You stick your tongue out, barely reaching his skin, still, it’s enough to make him gasp quietly. He runs his hands around your body, to your butt, feeling your cheeks firmly.  “Then, how about we change that?” He returns the favor, even biting your earlobe tenderly. Without you being able to do anything, he easily picks you up and carries you through the apartment into the bedroom. 

“You’re a dork.” You giggle, patting his chest while he just grins. “Oh, I am.” He growls and opens the door with his knee. “Oh, Max!” You say, shocked. The whole room is decorated with half a dozen burning candles, a bottle of booze on the nightstand and soft, rock music is playing in the background. “Oh, that?” He shrugs, puts you down, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. 

“It’s beautiful.” You say, turning your face to meet his, catching him looking at you with a soft, loving smile on his lips. “Just like you.” Max kisses you again, this time, it’s way more passionate with his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, spreading his taste all over your tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and he, again, easily picks you up, with his hands around your thighs. The two of you keep kissing each other, when he puts you down on the bed, separating himself from you.

“Watch this.” He smirks, takes a few steps back, and starts moving his hips, easily catching the rhythm of the song playing in the background. Smiling, you cheer for him, when you catch sight of the bottle again. Snatching it from the nightstand, you open it in one swift movement, while Max keeps on rocking his hips, squatting down even, losing himself in the music. You take a long sip from the booze, enjoying its taste mixed with Max’s. “Take it off.” You start chanting, making him blush again. But he winks and starts unbuttoning his shirt, one at a time. 

“That’s it.” You cheer again, before you stop, your eyes now glued to his beautiful frame, his chest, his tits, and the little treasure trail leading down his jeans. He catches you staring, and smirks. “Too much?” He grunts, and you smirk even wider. “Come here.” You mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does, and even flexes his arms for you, once he’s right in front of you. “Too much?” You scuff, running a hand along his arms, feeling his biceps tense even harder. 

“Not at all.” You start stroking him now, his arms, his neck, down his chest, feeling every fiber of his body react to your slightest touch. To tease him even more, you take another sip from the bottle and start kissing him everywhere. Max giggles, enjoying every second of it though. He places his hands at your neck, running his fingers through your hair, to your cheek and your chin, lifting your head easily with two fingers. “My turn.” He smiles, takes the bottle, and drinks, nearly emptying at once. 

Max then helps you take off your shirt, and easily handles your bra right afterward. dropping both of them to the floor right next to the bed. Now, it’s him who’s checking you out, and you feel even better about it. You get up, take one of his hands and lead him to your breasts, letting his finger caress your chest, your boobs, and your nipple. “Amazing.” He says breathlessly, and his eyes find your gaze once more. “Can I get a kiss?” You smile shyly, and he grins, instantly bending down, placing loving kisses all over your tits. 

Now it is you who’s running your hands through his hand, removing the cowboy hat with one swipe. “I’m so hard.” He grunts suddenly, and rouches himself through his tight jeans, a grimace spreading over his face. “Let me help you.” You say lovingly, even though you enjoy the sight of him struggling to keep it together. Running a hand between his legs, you stroke him a few times, making Max moan quietly. “God.” He growls again, leaning his head back, letting out a huge sigh. 

“That’s right.” You smirk, and open his jeans, letting them drop to his ankles. Instantly, your hands meet his on his dick, the two of you stroking him together through his underwear. He slowly regains his composure and returns the favor. Now, he runs a hand between your legs, stroking your thighs, just with his fingertips. “Mhmm.” You moan underneath your breath, and now, one hand on his dick, you use your other hand to run a finger along his jawline, through the scruffy beard of his. 

“hand me the bottle.” You say, and both of you look down at it in Max’s hands. “Nearly empty.” He shrugs, but you have an idea. “Make it count.” You lick your lips, raise the bottle and carefully, tilt it, so it runs down Max’s bare chest. “Y/N!” He giggles, and flinches. “It’s cold.” You don’t reply, instead, you begin to lick it off his skin, again and again, causing him to moan loudly. “That feeling. Fuck.” He growls and grinds his hips against yours again. “So good.” You say, once the bottle is empty, and catch Max staring again. This time, you know what he desires most. You.

Without wasting any more time, he kisses you again, and the two of you get on to the bed. Like in a hurry, both of you manage to get your pants off, including your underwear. “I need you.” He grunts angrily, one hand between your thighs, the other on your tits. “Take me, then.” You hiss, the two of you lying right next to each other. However, before he can make a move, you take the initiative. In one swift motion, you roll on top of him, pinning him down against the bed. “I’m down?” He frowns, not his favorite position at all.

Nodding slowly, you bend down, placing kisses all over his chest again, still tasting the booze. He starts thrusting into the air, unable to contain himself any longer. “Fuck.” He moans once you reach his face, your lips hovering over his. “You'll enjoy this, Max.” You hiss again, kissing him one last time before you make your way back to his crotch. With his huge meat tenting inside his briefs, you cannot help yourself but bite your lower lip. “Oh boy.” You say, grabbing him firmly, making him whimper. “Y/N.” He grunts, trying to keep his head up but fails due to exhaustion.

“What.” You smirk, tracing the outlines of his obvious swelling with your nails, sending shivers down his spine. Carefully, teasingly, you pull down his underwear, having a nice, long view at his fully erect cock. You make your way back to his face, biting his lips. “Time for a ride.” Max breathes heavily, and together, he slides inside of you, filling you completely. Both of you moaning in unison, you steady yourself against his chest, feeling all of his muscles tense harder than ever before. His nipples rock hard, and his strong, veiny arms pressed against the bed. 

Now, you start riding him, starting off pretty slow and tame, much to Max’s dismay. “Fuck me.” He groans, and you increase the pace steadily. “Your huge.” You moan excitedly, loving the feeling of him inside you, hitting the sweet spot every single time. Max tries to reply, but a groan is all that comes out of his mouth. Going faster and faster, you easily take up each other’s rhythm, making it even harder not to cum right now. Thrusting harder and harder, you look down, looking at Max, whos very close to climaxing. He claws his fingers into the bedsheets.

“Fuck, I’m cumm...” He moans loudly, and you bend down, kissing him lovingly. “Not yet.” You demand and watch him grimacing once more. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your limits as well, and after a few more harsh thrusts, the two of you scream out in ecstasy, Max cumming inside you, which sends you right over the edge as well. For a moment, you freeze in this position. Both of you breathing quickly. Gently, he pulls his throbbing dick out, and you drop next to him, instantly getting wrapped into a hug by Max. 

“That was fucking good.” He moans, touches himself gently, and places a single kiss on your forehead. “We need to do that again.”

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suit fitting - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, not too explicit enjoying how good Charles looks in his Ferrari suit x word count: 1080+

The day has come, when you and your long-time boyfriend Charles made your way towards the Ferrari Testing Center, for the winter testing. This means that you finally be able to enjoy Charles wearing his red racing suit again, which you missed dearly. So once he asked you to join him on that special day, you didn’t even think for one second about it, before you basically jumped into his arms. 

Now, you’re sitting in Charles' little private area, waiting for him to show off his nice, tight suit. He asked you to wait for him here since it would be even more exciting with a special entrance. So, you check your clock, nearly half an hour went by, without any sign of him returning to you. Sighing, you pull out your phone from your jeans, and browse your Instagram feed, replying to some messages, when you hear someone approaching the room through the long hallway. 

Luckily, some walls are made of glass, so there isn’t really any hiding behind concrete, but this also means, that you spot him instantly. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath once you catch sight of him, and there he is. Charles steps inside the room, runs a hand through his beautifully messed up hair, and shows off his gorgeous smile. “Hi there.” He says softly, and stops in his tracks, for you to take a good look at him. “Hey.” You breathe deeply, get up from the sofa and slowly make your way towards him. 

Of course, you cannot help yourself and let your eyes wander all over his well-formed body. Starting at his boots, and up to his body. His legs, and especially his big thighs look so good inside the suit, the fabric flattering all of him perfectly. But then, you spot a huge bulge already formed at his crotch, telling you how excited he already is. “Damn.” You think to yourself and bite your lips. Keeping your eyes at the visible tent in his trousers, you break free from the sight and continue to check him out. 

Nodding appreciatingly, you enjoy the sight of his broad chest, his arms, biceps, and shoulders bulging against the soft fabric of the suit until you reach his beautiful face. Charles smirks playfully, knowing very well how hot he looks, and what the sight of him, wearing this outfit does to you. “So, what do you think?” He growls, lifting his arms into a quick shrug. “Oh, I think you know that already.” You hiss, squinting at him, causing him to giggle underneath his breath. “I do.” He grins, placing both of his hands at his own chest, stroking himself firmly. For a while, you watch his hands moving across his chest, down to his tummy, and even further down to his crotch, feeling his bulge gently.

“Charles.” You say softly, taking another step closer towards him, placing your hands now at his chest. “Yes?” He says, raising his eyebrows and simultaneously, he places both of his hands at your waist, pulling you even closer towards him. “Do you have something for me, somewhere?” You say softly, running a finger to the zipper of his chest piece. “Huh?” He tilts his head slightly, playing the innocent one. Charles of course knows what’s happening down there. He knows how good he looks, and he enjoys this, but, knowing how much you like this, turns him on even more.

“Charles.” You pout, leaning into him, making sure your lips just brush over his, and immediately, the faint scent of his cologne enters your nostrils, causing you to close your eyes for just mere seconds. You open your eyes again, and your gaze meets his, with him smirking deviously. “Don’t make it harder than it has to be.” Hissing, unzip his suit slowly, teasingly, without breaking eye contact with him. At the same time, he starts grinding on you, his crotch against yours, but just enough to keep the teasing going. 

Feeling his bulging dick against your thighs, you bite your lower lip, holding back a soft moan. “You like it hard.” He grunts and his face stiffens, with his expression hardening as well. “Don’t you.” Charles raises his eyebrows again, and without giving you any chance to react, he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You embrace him in an instant, and let him take the lead. He is aching for control, and you know there is no point in even trying to take over. It’s his suite, his comfort zone, and you are so happy to be here today, that you allow it. 

Charles separates himself from you to take a deep breath, and you seize the moment, unzipping his racing suit. Quickly, your hand slips inside it, stroking his chest, his hard nipples, and his tenses muscles through his fireproofs. “So good.” He leans his head back, groaning deeply. Pleased with yourself, you lean into him again, placing kisses all over his neck, letting his scruffy beard tickle you again and again. While you please him with a dozen passionate kisses, you feel his hands stroking your waist, your ass, and down to your thighs, but he holds back, before running one of his hands between your legs.

Slowly but steadily, Charles regains his composure and lowers his head, once again, his burning gaze meeting yours in an instant. “I love you.” He growls, and his body shivers when you run your hand down to his crotch, feeling his erect dick through his pants. “I love you too, Charles.” You say, kissing him once more. He runs his hands along your back, your spine, to your neck, securely holding you in place. “We need to stop now, I’m afraid.” Charles groans softly and separates himself from you again. “Yeah, for now.” You say, grabbing his dick one last time, making him flinch and giggle.

“Tonight?” He says, running a hand through your hair and to your cheek, stroking you with his thumb. The feeling of his soft skin on yours sends shivers down your spine. “Can’t wait.” You breathe deeply, and slip out of his pants, stroking his tummy a few more times while he stares into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re here.” Charles smiles, and you nearly get lost in his bright, shining eyes. “I’m so happy to have you.” You say and close his racing suit carefully. “Me too.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

Then, together, you make your way to testing.

346 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022

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Pluisje - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Fluff spending a cuddly day with Max, getting him a new nickname x word count: 670

Even though the sun is shining outside of your apartment window in Monaco, you and your boyfriend Max decided to spend the day at home, being lazy. You’re lying on the sofa, with Max’s head casually resting on your lap. His eyes are closed, his hair messy and he’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He didn't bother to get dressed at all, since you were not planning to leave your flat anyways.

You did the same, but, you decided to plunder his side of the cupboard, putting on one of his orange Redbull hoodies, a pair of his grey joggers, and socks. Smiling shyly, you run a hand through his soft, fluffy hair, again and again, while he purrs softly. Max lifts his arm, gently stroking yours with his fingertips, just enough to send shivers down your spine. Casually, he begins to stroke his chest, once, then twice, still purring contently.

“Feeling good?” You giggle, slightly tilting your head, watching him curiously. He opens his eyes sleepily, barely able to look at you with the bright sunlight blinding him through the window behind you. “Yeah.” He yawns widely, stretching his right leg. His yawn turns into a long, guttural groan before his whole body softens again and he rubs the back of his head against your lap. “That’s right.” You run your fingers through his hair one last time, before you caress his cheek softly, down to his jawline and through his very, scruffy beard. 

A content smile spreads across his lips, and with that, he closes his eyes again, letting out a breathless sigh. “I like your beard like this.” You smile, tracing his jawline with your finger, feeling his little, tingling hair with your fingertips. “You do?” He growls, opening his eyes, this time, they shine even brighter than usual. Nodding, you enjoy the feeling on your skin, when a coy smirk forms in the corner of his mouth. “You’re my pluisje.” You say, trying your best not to giggle again. “Pluisje?” He smiles, his eyes now stuck at yours. “I like that.” Max grins, and you playfully poke his nose. 

“Stop:” He protests, trying to avoid your finger, but you’re way too persistent. You poke him a couple of times, but to not tease him any longer, you bend down and kiss him right on his lips. Instantly, he embraces your lips on his, and he kisses you back, once, twice, before you place one last kiss onto his nose and separate yourself from him again. Growling, he turns his head towards your tummy, and you chuckle. “A bit sleepy, aren’t we?” You smirk, and he just nods slowly. “You’re way too comfy.” He says, with his rough voice a little softer than normal. 

“I know.” You whisper, running a hand through his hair again, watching him for a little while, before you feel like joining him. “Make some space.” Poking him again, this time, his shoulder, he instantly moves slightly, so you can lie down right in front of him. Now, face to face, you watch him open his eyes exhaustedly. “Hey.” He growls, smiling weakly. “Hey.” You return the favor, and lift your arm, inviting him to come even closer. “Thank you.” He licks his lips before resting his head against your chest. “Always.” You smile softly, wrapping an arm around his body, gently stroking his back through his shirt. 

Carefully, silently even, one of his hands slip underneath your hoody, and his cold hand starts to stroke you, just around your navel. “Max, your hand is cold.” You giggle with shivers running through your whole body. “That’s fun.” He smirks, lifting his head so his gaze meets yours. “My pluisje.” You say and kiss him again, his hair tickling you slightly. “My princess.” He growls once you separate from him, and he kisses you again, and again, with you enjoying every one of them. 

You spend some more time cuddling before it’s to get something to eat.

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whispers - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: a little bit of everything, not too explicit Carlos comforts you when you’re being anxious about making your relationship public x word count: 1430+

It’s nearly midnight on this grey winter night when you find yourself lying in the bed of your boyfriends’ apartment. You’ve met Carlos about two months ago, and after just three dates, you were certain that he is the one you want to spend your time with. Everything about your relationship feels right. He treats you like his queen, makes sure to fulfill all of your wishes, and knows how to use his charm to make you smile, even when you don’t feel like it.

You’re lying in bed, covered with a thick, fluffy blanket, and watch Carlos getting ready to join you. He takes his shirt off, casually dropping it to the floor right next to the bed, runs his fingers along his jawline, through his scruffy beard, and up through his already messed up hair. Smiling, but tired, you struggle to keep your eyes open when he turns around, looking at you with a soft, gentle smile. Carlos starts to look down at his own chest, and runs a hand through his chest hair, tenderly stroking himself a couple of times. 

He’d do that from time to time, especially when he is nervous. It helps him to calm down, and you appreciate getting a glance at his well-formed body, his beautiful abs, his hairy chest, and of course, his massive arms. “Carlos.” You smile, rubbing your eyes. “Oh.” He giggles, as you lift the blanket, inviting him to join you underneath the fluffy cloud. “I’m coming.” Carlos gets on top of the bed and crawls closer towards you, but before he joins you, he leans into you, kissing you lovingly.

Once, twice, his soft lips meet yours, and his beard starts tickling you slightly. “I’m ticklish.” You protest, moving your head to avoid his little, scruffy hair but he keeps on kissing you a couple of more times. “I know. I love that.” He growls deeply and separates from you just enough so you can stare into each other’s eyes. Then, you notice his distinctive, familiar scent, a mixture of spicy and sweet, and it’s surrounding him fully. One reason you feel so comfortable when you’re near him.

“I love those too.” You smile shyly, and place a hand at his cheek, gently stroking him with your thumb. Carlos smiles as well, his face softening quickly while his toned body stays tensed, his muscles bulging underneath his skin. Carefully, he slides inside your cocoon and wraps the blanket around the two of you. Instantly, you embrace his body against yours, hugging him tightly. He does the same, sheltering you with his big arms. You enjoy the heat of his body, the smell of his scent as he places a few, very delicate kisses on your forehead.

For a second, you feel at ease, but then you remember that you’re about to join him at a charity event next Sunday, which makes you a little anxious. Carlos notices your composure shifting just slightly, and he separates himself a little bit, to be able to look at your face. “Are you okay?” He whispers, his eyes shining dimly. “Yeah.” You mouth breathlessly, but keeping eye contact is way too hard, so you look down at his chest instead. For a while, you feel the heat rising inside every fiber of your body, and you know that your face is completely red. 

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay, I promise.” He growls again, running a finger along your arm, trying his best to help you relax. “It’s just, I’m a little anxious.” You say shyly, and look up at him again, and his face softens even more. “About what?” He says comfortingly, as you place a hand at his firm chest, and start drawing circles across his skin, his chest, and down to his abs. “About next week.” You say, forcing a weak smile, which he notices immediately. “Oh,” Carlos says, and thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs. 

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to go.” He smiles, still stroking your arm tenderly. “No, it’s not like that, it’s just-.” You breathe deeply, a wave of shiver running down your spine. “It’s our first official event. As a couple.” Biting your lower lip, you shrug quickly. “It’s stupid, I- I know.” Expecting him to laugh at you, you tilt your head slightly and your eyes wander down his body, watching your fingers running across his skin.

But then, he places a hand on yours, embracing your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Y/N. That’s not stupid, at all.” Carlos frowns, and a little shocked, you look into his eyes again, to see him smiling comfortingly. “It will be great. You’ll do great, and we will have so much fun.” He giggles, making you smile as well. “But what if they don’t like me?” You say, blushing heavily again. “Why?” He says, confused. “You’re amazing, beautiful, talented, kind,” Carlos says, his eyes wandering down your body, appreciating all of you. “So, so gorgeous.” He growls once again, his deep voice a little rougher and huskier than usual.

“Carlito.” You say, hitting him playfully, causing him to giggle under his breath. “But seriously, there is no need to be nervous about anything.” He says, a little more serious than before, and he kisses your forehead again. “I just. I don’t know. I hope your fans will like me as well.” As soon as you say that, you see a shimmer igniting in his beautiful eyes, and a huge playful smirk spread over his face. “Oh, don’t worry. They will love you.” He says confidently, the smirk growing wider and wider.

“You think?” You say, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What about, we do a little sneak peek?” He says, looking at you with a well-known expression. Carlos would always look at you like that when he has an idea, that is a little weird at first, but always ends up making your day. “What do you have in mind?” You say, looking at him suspiciously. Carlos chuckles, moving underneath the blanket, freeing himself from the cocoon to snatch his phone from the nightstand. “We take a little picture for Instagram, and we will see what people think.” He groans, stretching his arm to grab the phone before he turns back to you. 

Thinking deeply, you look at the phone, his face and his chest again and again. “Okay.” You say, smiling shyly. Happy with himself, he gets back into the cocoon and pulls you into a tight hug. “Let’s try this.” He grunts as you steady yourself against his strong chest. A little nervous, you bury your face against his shoulder, just in time for him to take the picture. Carlos giggles, and kisses you again. He wraps one hand around your arm, pulling you even closer towards him. “Here.” He says and shows you the photo he just took. 

It’s a very cute couple picture, with him smiling excitedly, even though you can see the exhaustion in his tired eyes. You, on the other hand, are barely seeable through your hair, and his arm around your back. But, a shy little smile is visible, with your nose against his chest. “That’s cute.” He says, rubbing his nose against your forehead. “It is.” You say, stroking his chest again. “Shall we post it?” He says, tilting his head for you to look into his eyes again. “Yeah.” You breathe deeply and watch him post it to his Instagram. “Done.” he smiles, and instantly the post is flooded with all of his fans being happy, excited, and everyone is asking for your name, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty.

Blushing again, you cannot fathom the reaction, but it makes you extremely happy. “See, babé. They love you already.” Carlos giggles, and puts his phone away. “I guess.” You say, still lost in your thoughts. “But I love you more.” He says suddenly and starts placing kisses all over your face. “Carlito, I’m ticklish.” You try to defend yourself, but he’s way too quick and strong. To get the upper hand, you pinch his hard nipple, causing him to flinch and whimper. “Y/N: That’s not fair.” He says as you get the advantage and roll on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

Both of you are still catching your breath when you stare into each other’s eyes one last time. “Thank you, Carlos.” You say lovingly, running a hand along his cheek, and through his hair. “Always.” He says, and you kiss him before you cuddle for a while until you both fall asleep.

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#5

I bought a little Bougainvillea bush for my dad´s garden and I swear it keeps staring at me:

The little fella on the top left kinda looks like a little pink Jawa...

One of them was outright yelling at me:

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13 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. Juni 2022

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@khorazir I received your Christmas card and added it to my Christmas collage I´ve been building over the last few years with your amazing drawings (and the lovely cards from my dear friend @meetinginsamarra) and I feel it´s really telling a story (and not the Nativity story...😉). My record player which has to provide the space for it is getting a bit crowded by now..,  I also donated to my local food bank as you requested. TYSM for spreading Christmas spirit every year. Long live our fandom and a contemplative Advent season to you all!

16 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. Dezember 2022

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Currently watching a rerun of “Twister” in German Free TV. Just saw the flying cow and considered for the umpteenth time breaking my fanfic rule about not starting a WIP and finally reading @discordantwords´s “Whirlwind”... damn, so tempted... 🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪😵

27 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 7. Mai 2022

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Well, since everybody is doing their review, I´ll post, too. Nothing out of the ordinary here, except that for my primarily Sherlock-centered blog it´s kinda strange that only two of my Top-5-posts feature Sherlock in any kind... Well, there is this other handsome dark-haired Brit who came into my view just some month ago and who may have caused some distraction...🤔😁😉 Guess he isn´t going anywhere in the forseeable future, so you may keep seeing him occasionally on my blog...

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On the way home, 2020

104 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 2. März 2022

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"This won't go over well at the next team meeting"

Please click to see the details! (or you might not spot the guy)

I love myself some illustrations that tell a story, so I tried my hand at one. I had a lot of fun snapping reference photos for sloppily eating ramen ^^

125 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. März 2022

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I dunno, I think that went well

125 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. August 2022

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Here's a rule of thumb that really helped me build up a circle of close friends in my twenties:

Friendship = bonding x times met

Meaning: if you want to befriend someone, make sure you have contact on a somewhat regular basis.

I know this is easier said than done for many people, but if you have the brain-space and ability for it, try this:

Make a list of people you know personally and that you'd like to know better or be good friends with. people who bring you joy. I would not make the list too long, maybe 12 at the most.

Now write the last time you spoke or wrote to them next to their name. bonus: note down subjects you talked about.

Put the list somewhere where you see it (your desktop, first page of your notebook, wall, whatever).

Write the person you haven't spoken the longest to, if it has been longer than two weeks. ask them how they are doing (or if you remember, how something they have been talking to about last time has turned out)

This helps you to make sure you don't drop off the face of the earth unintended. It also keeps you from letting people slip away that you get along great with but that don't stick around in your memory much, for whatever reason.

Most people, I feel, aren't great at keeping contact or contacting someone out of the blue. if you're one of the people who struggles with it, you're not alone. But if you can form a habit of contacting people you'd like to have in your life more, it can be a great source of joy and comfort.

370 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 13. April 2022

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I just had a small epiphany why you might like other people's art more than your own:

It's the lack of suspension of disbelief.

When you see something someone else has drawn or painted, you take in the content faster than you take in the technical aspects. You experience it as pseudo-real, the same way you stop perceiving animated characters as drawn or book characters as written as you get into the story.

On the other hand, when you yourself have made something, all you see is the machine behind the theater, so to speak. You're probably thinking about lines, shading, coloring in a "does this make sense? Is this the best decision I could have made?"-kind of way.

I think that's also why sometimes, pictures you haven't looked at for a long time starts looking nice to you again, à la: "Hey past-me was unto something! Why can't I replicate it nowadays?". It's probably specifically because you've forgotten the process of making it that you are now seeing it with fresh eyes.

Art is an illusion, but a magician has a hard time tricking themself. So don't be so hard on yourself: it's probably just that you can't see the magic right now, but that doesn't mean it's not there.

742 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. November 2022

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[avettabendrot]

Ok sounds fair I guess :'D

Ich habe 298 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

149 Einträge erstellt (50%)

149 Einträge gerebloggt (50%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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@mimble-sparklepudding

@ffxivdailyquestion

@aroseyetbloomedwrites

Ich habe 194 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

Nur 35% meiner Einträge hatten keine Tags

#ask a'vett – 39 Einträge

#a'vett abendrot – 35 Einträge

#haurchefant – 33 Einträge

#thanks for asking owo – 33 Einträge

#haurchefant greystone – 28 Einträge

#ffxiv character – 20 Einträge

#ffxiv – 20 Einträge

#ffxiv screenshots – 19 Einträge

#miqo'te – 14 Einträge

#daily question – 12 Einträge

Longest Tag: 74 characters

#haurchi and francel with a'vett :'d and ofc buffoon boy and vamp daddy lol

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

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22 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Januar 2022

#4

I doubt that any twitter ppl will stumble over my blog here but I try my best to boost the shout outs :3

In case if anybody still is interested to this lil boy here,

" I am A'vett Abendrot Duremert! I was raised in Ishgard and work at the bakery store of my Elezen parents. I'm a skilled healer as well and serve the Fortemps people occasionally if they need me." or if his knight needs him ;)

🍞 My main blog here is @thedangerv and there I mostly post my art work outside the FF Fandom and such. So if you get a follow from there, don't be alarmed! It's just the Ishgardian baker boy :3

If you want to know more about A'vett, don't be shy and scroll down the blog. Or use the tag #A'vett Abendrot which can be found in this post below as well :3

🍞 With that said. HOPE YOU HAVE A SPLENDID DAY 🥐

31 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. November 2022

#3

I just felt for drawing Haurchefant with his cozy sweater ♥ He's probably listening to your adventures~

*:;,．★ ～☆・:.,;*:;,．★ ～☆・:.,;`

If you like my art, feel free to check my Carrd for more art links and Discord contact~ ♥

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33 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 8. Juli 2022

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Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

༺♥༻��༺♥༻ Happy Haurchefant Day 2022 ༺♥༻❀༺♥༻

Our splendid knight offering you a cup of hot chocolate!

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39 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 12. November 2022

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[1-deadgirlwalking-1]

11/3/2024

MY SCHOOL KEEPS HAVING EVENTS TO GO TO THE AQUARIUM BUT IT’S ALWAYS EVERY SINGLE TIME AT THE EXACT SAME AQUARIUM THAT IS 3 HOURS AWAY, I WANNA GOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!1!!1! PICK A DIFFERENT ONE THAT IS CLOSER TO ME FOR ONCE, THERE ARE A DOZEN AQUARIUMS IN OUR STATE. GOSH. I CANNOT DRIVE SIX HOURS FOR A SINGLE DAY ONE EVENT TRIP!!!!!! let me see the FISHIES !!!!!!

but anyway, as a recap:

The friend I said blocked me because I scared him away had actually done so because he got with an abusive girl who forced him to block literally everyone, including MY MOM. MY MOTHER. After he broke up with her he unblocked me and explained the situation and now we’re back to being #besties forever again. I got in a QPR with the friend who’s play I went to and then we “broke up” (I said I wasn’t comfortable with dating anymore and expressed that I didn’t want it to change our relationship, which they said it wouldn’t. Real SHOCKER that didn’t happen. Though I don’t believe they are “in the wrong” for this, they can’t control their feelings.) and now we aren’t talking much anymore. BUT I’ve been texting this SUPER cool person I met a year ago and got to speak to again at their joint birthday party. They’re so awesome and I wanna be bestest friends but it’s difficult cause they live so far awayyyy. ):

And now currently:

I’m tired. I’ve gotten better, I’ve improved in the past few months. I’ve improved significantly even from the days when I was talking about how I’ve gotten so much better. I am constantly consistently improving whether or not I’m able to notice it at the time. I know this logically. But right now I’m in a depression. I had a manic episode a minute ago and now I am quite depressed. My sleep is whack, my eating is just as bad, my hygiene is getting worse. There was a point a little bit ago where I was consistently sleeping well and brushing my teeth daily, which was insane bcus I didn’t even think that was possible. But because I always let my bipolar get the best of me and refuse to medicate I’m back to the habits I’ve always had.

To show how I’ve felt, because I’m too tired to articulate it all over again, here’s a copy-paste of some messages I sent to my best friend on 10/22, 13 days ago:

“this morning mama made me come into her room to work on my schoolwork while i was tired and annoyed, cause i have two late assignments, and it made me wanna get worse to like “punish” her or something. (edgy.) like oh im not doing good enough? im not doing as well as i was earlier in the year? im doing everything wrong and you need to supervise me to make sure im actually working when i want to sleep because im tired and dont want to be alive? well what if i starved and starting hurting myself again fucking god just let me sleep i dont want to exist but i have to get up and get on my stupid eye bleeding computer because mama isnt “doing this with me anymore” and says i cant sleep all day and stay up all night and i need to get all of my schoolwork done every day. which i logically understand is because she cares about me and wants me to listen to her and doesnt want me to spiral and get in a terrible place but i feel like what is even the point.”

“why do i do anything whats the point of being alive i hate doing anything and everything except being with my friends and thats barely something i get to do. i just want to sleep forever nothing makes me really actually happy or content anymore. why am i even alive. im really depressed right now if you csnt tell i think im habing an episode”

“manic goes straight to depression sigh”

“i hate being bipolar im gonna fucking kill myself” (/nsrs)

I was improving about this mentally, feeling better again. But me and my mom had another chat about my parents possibly getting divorced, which is something we’ve had discussions about for a while. Just me and her. And I have known in my heart, that despite what she says; My father will most likely not get better or improve and she will divorce him one day, I just don’t know when that day is. And I’ve been content with that because I know if it did happen a lot would change but it would be for the best, and all I want is for my parents to be the happiest they can be, living the best lives they can. If my mother were to make that decision it’d be because it was the only choice to protect her safety health and wellbeing, she would never do something like that lightly. But when we were talking she said if they got divorced they’d have to sell the house and we’d most likely move into an apartment, which made me start crying because I wasn’t aware of that. I’d never thought of that. That they wouldn’t be able to afford it anymore.

And now because of that, I’m currently feeling like. What’s the point of anything. Why do I even exist. Why do I do the things that make me happy if I’m just going to lose it all tomorrow. What will I even have by then. I’m going to lose everything, I’m going to lose my parents marriage and my house and my entire livelihood. There’ll be no chance for me at that point, the only reason I’ve been improving is because I’ve been here in a safe comfortable place. The whole ordeal is going to ruin me. And it’s going to be all my fault because everything is always my fault.

I’m so tired. I just want. To sleep. It’s 1:03 AM. So I will.

[zquicv]

why cant it be easier to kill urself like genuenly why does it habe to be hard i want to just be able to fal lasleep and die liek that i want it to just all be over already any time i get any of my hopes up it just all comes crashing down even why things are already bad and theres one bit of hope that things might be abel to be good and i hold out for a month because i cant learn my leson and just give up on hoping already even now haveing all of that stupid hope ruined im still sitting here hopeing that im wrong and im over reacting and that its gonna turn on fine not even good just fine i dont want to be happy anymore i just dont want to be as missurable as i am everyday like am i really that bad and hard to love whats wrong with me why cant people stand me itd be fine if everytime i meet soemone new they dont try and give me the hope that theyll be different and tell me they won leave but they do every single guy tells me he wont leave he loves me no matter how little ive known him for he always tells me he loves me and he doesnt care about everythign thats wrong with me but the second its not convinient for them that all changes and they get sick of me and it happens so offten that i can tell when its happening at this point id be happy if i find some creep on the street who takes me home and strangels me to death as long as he says he loves me while he does it i think thats why i love jh1n cause he not real he cant leave me, i can pretend he loves me as much as i want and he wont let me down if i have a break down mentaly then i can pretend he'll still be there for me hes not gonan judge me or hate me for the same things i already hate about myself i just want someone tel be able to love me but at this point i think its impossible to do and i jsut want people to stop giving me hope so i cant die already and finnaly feel better