#im running on fumes i need a break

[el-sato]

Drawing whatever 25

[lilgynt]

i get so angry at work just bc anyway im gonna read the communist manifesto at work just to feel something

[thinkingboutleclerc]

subway god (cl16 x best friend!reader) part one

yourusername back at home for this race!! (ft. charles glaring at me)

liked by pierregasly, arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc, and 225,098 others

charles_leclerc i was not glaring at YOUUUU

-> yourusername i refuse to believe this and I’m telling your mama that you hurt my feelings

-> f1fanultimatee.0 not y/n pulling the tattletale card im dyinggg

-> scuderia_dears they’re so best friends to lovers coded omg

-> yourusername LOVERS?? scuderia_dears i’ve seen this manchild in a banana costume trying to pick up a girl, it’s never been the same

-> pierregasly that was absolute torture (10/10 would recommend)

-> yourusername brb telling kika you’re a masochist

-> charles_leclerc you can’t use big words with him y/n/n

-> pierregasly tais toi charles_leclerc

-> yourusername oh nooo im so scared gassy

-> pierregasly GASSY??

-> yourusername IT WAS A TYPO I SWEAR

lewishamilton nice to see you there!! (my heart is breaking and i’m washing my eyes out with soap because you’re there supporting ferrari)

-> yourusername AH no you’re my #1 for sure lewey

-> charles_leclerc not moi??

-> yourusername talk to me when you’re knighted smh 🙄

-> mercerrari128fan the way y/n has the entire paddock wrapped around her finger #girlbossing

yourusername flashback friday with a lost member of one direction

liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, leclerc_pascale, and 342,849 others

arthur_leclerc i love you for this

-> yourusername get in line thuri :P

-> dinitalks_00 y/n is so iconic GODDAMN

landonorris one direction who?? i only know char-looloo

-> yourusername he’s a pop star not a rapper stupid

-> landonorris i feel targeted

leclerc_pascale is this where you met? comme c'est mignon!

-> yourusername oui tata! c’est tres drôle parce que il m'a crié dessus lors de notre première rencontre!

-> charles_leclerc tais toi, commère!

lewishamilton he yelled at you?? i would throw hands

-> yourusername omg my knight in shining armor

-> charles_leclerc lewis run away she’ll bully you like she bullies me

-> lewishamilton she’s all yours, leclerc

liked by yourusername

yourusername me after maxverstappen1 buys me subway

liked by lewishamilton, subwayofficial, maxverstappen1 and 183,736 others

maxverstappen1 my life is in danger now, thanks

liked by yourusername

-> yourusername anytime, beau 😏

-> maxverstappen1 is this revenge??

-> yourusername why would i need revenge??

-> maxverstappen1 you know why chéri

-> maxverstappen1 DID YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME TO AUTOCORRECT TO CHERI?

-> maxverstappen1 please help charles is coming to my drivers room

-> yourusername deal with it 😎

charles_leclerc you guys are dating?? omw to beat max up

-> yourusername heehee 😉

paddockbaby23 i did not expect this?? are they dating or what?

-> dinitalks_00 those are not very platonic poses tbh

-> f1fanATTIC12 we just *know* that charles is fuming/murderous

-> dinitalks_00 well yeah his childhood best friend is hooking up with his other childhood best friend

-> lestappenvib3s us lestappen shippers are having a field day (sad)

yourusername my (only) subway partner forever 💚💛🤍

liked by subwayofficial, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 538,739 others

charles_leclerc go on… apologize 😤

-> yourusername okokok sorry sorry

-> lewishamilton you were very wound up over this topic charles

-> charles_leclerc who’s charles? i only know subway god

[trashmouth-richie]

for the hih bonus features can we get eddie x tooty first fight after everything happened 🥹💗

anon🫡🫡 i have been wanting to write something like this for such a long time, i hope you like it. ❤️

masterlist — one year of hih anniversary

you weren’t used to this. 

  the doting, the constant reassurance to see if you were okay. more doting. always a calm voice. Eddie cared—loved you bigger than anyone ever has, and you loved him equally as much.

  but something dragged, crawled against your skin in piercing talons when he treated you as if you were helpless, as if you weren’t capable of doing things on your own. 

  it came out in a snap. a bitchy tone that eddie hadn’t heard since the early days of being your roommate. 

  it startled him. and he froze, not sure if you were serious. so he looked at you with hurt eyes. “what?”

  “i can cut my own fucking steak, eddie.” 

  steve stopped with his lips pressed to his wine glass, scared to move, eyes wide bracing for the car crash that would take place across from the dining room table. 

  eddie sets the knife down, slides your plate back over to you, “just trying to be nice, baby.” 

  with a huff, and a screeching scratch of the chair carving the wood floor under your weight, you throw the cloth napkin onto the porcelain plate, leaving the room in a quick stomp. 

  steve whistles low, “i know those stomps, you’re in the dog house man,” he takes a generous sip of his wine, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “sleep on the pullout in the basement tonight… it’s not too uncomfortable.” 

  eddie rolls his eyes, throwing a dinner roll into steve’s chest, “you’re not helping dickwad.” 

  “easy” steve tries, “better go find out what you did wrong.” 

  “fuck.”

  he finds you fuming, wearing a path in the carpet in your shared room at steve’s, tears welled but not ready to fall. 

  “babe?” eddie asks, shutting the door quietly, unthreading his chain wallet from his jeans setting it on the dresser, “are you… okay?”

  “jesus christ eddie!” you snap, “i’m fine— more than fine!” 

  eddie looks at you blankly, “you don’t look fine.” 

  “oh yeah? of course when it comes to me, you have all the answers, huh?”  

  “the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

  im okay eddie! i don’t need you to constantly ask if im feeling okay, or if im comfortable or if i need anything!” 

  “thats what boyfriends do, babe.” 

  “No— no no no no!” you say pulling at your hair, frustrated beyond recognition, angry tears falling, “you treat me like i’m made of glass, like one step the wrong way and i’ll break! ever since i’ve gotten out of the hospital you’ve treated me like a fucking porcelain doll!” 

  “you almost died, remember that?” eddie says defensively, peering down at you, “i’m never going to forgive myself, or forget what happened, tooty—” his voice breaks but he swallows it down. 

  “we can’t keep living in the past eddie! it happened, it’s over with, i’m not a fucking little kid!” 

  he’s yelling now, voice angry and filled with sad rage, “i won’t forget! every single day— every time i look at you i think of what would have happened if i was there… how i could have stopped him!” he runs a hand through his hair in defeat, bottom lip trembling.

   “Fuck, i’m sorry for coddling you, baby, really i am— but right now.. the only thing— the only fucking thing— that keeps me from breaking down and wondering what a loaded gun tastes like—is taking care of you.”

  he grunts at the weight of you flying into him, holding him tight and sobbing into his chest, he kisses your head, his own cheeks wet, as he whispers, “ i’m just trying to makeup for what I couldn’t do that night, baby. ” 

  you kiss him deep smashing your lips to his, peppering i’m sorry’s all over his skin, pulling him onto the bed with you. 

  he’s silent when he cries, sniffling every once in a while as you comb through his hair, his body on yours. 

  you’ve been rubbing slow circles into his scalp. and his tears turn to small kisses

  “it wasn’t your fault eddie, it never was,” you whisper lifting his head in your hands and looking him in the eyes, “i love you.” 

  his face is red, eyelids swollen, “how? how can you love me after that?” 

  you press your lips to his, speaking the only truth that kept you from screaming into the void from wanting to let the grief swallow you whole,  “because you showed up.” 

[bcyhoods]

LOVEFOOL 💌 — “you feel like home to me” with tasm!peter PUH-LEASE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA GET EMOTIONAL

muah ha ha. angsty spidey is my favorite spidey, how did you know | 0.9k

warnings: injuries, brief mention of reader being used as leverage but no explicit/graphic detail

“I don’t know if I can do this, Peter.”

Your hand hovers over the scrape on his cheek when your gaze drops to the mask that’s clenched in his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed, looking up at you as you stand in between his legs.

He’s bathed in the dull, orange glow of your lamp. It highlights every welt, every cut, every matted strand of hair that sticks to the damp skin of his forehead. It makes your eyes sting.

“What do you mean? You’re a natural,” he says. His hand settles on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. The gesture makes you believe for a second that he’s genuinely clueless.

But his eyes refuse to meet yours. The smile that he wears is uneasy as he wrings his mask.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He hangs his head low. Guilt tightens its grip on his throat making it hard to breathe.

You were already well aware of his secret identity before you’d started dating. He warned you of the risks and used them to try scaring you away before you could break his heart. But you stayed. You stayed and, god, he was so glad you did.

Though, he blames his adoration for what happened to you.

He would keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe. His routine neighborhood watch would consist of making sure you got to and from work safely, occasionally dropping by on your lunch breaks to check on you. He was careless, but he didn’t anticipate things would go south so quickly.

The guy wasn’t a super villain, nor was he anything special by any means, but he was observant. And why would Spiderman be visiting some random bodega cashier so often unless you meant something to him?

It was practically over as quick as it started. The guy couldn’t even finish demanding his ransom before Peter had arrived to web him to the ceiling. You escaped with a few injuries, the worst being a palm-shaped bruise on your wrist. But Peter was fuming.

You were used as bait. You were leverage against Spiderman because he’d been so reckless. You got hurt because of him. You were lucky this time, but there was no telling if that luck would run out and the thought terrified him. Despite your gentle words of reassurance, he had made up his mind.

He would never forgive himself if he lost you. So he broke it off.

“I know.”

It would’ve been easier if you didn’t see each other after that. You think you’d feel differently if you weren’t frequently in his presence, nursing him back to health. Maybe if you didn’t exchange longing gazes and soft touches that were reserved for people that are more than friends. If he didn’t look at you like you held his heart in your hands, maybe you’d be stronger.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” He feels his chest tighten at the crack in your voice, even more so when you push his hand away.

“You leave your window open,” he whispers.

A scoff falls from your lips and you turn your back to him to wipe away the rogue tears that run down your face. He stares at your figure with a frown and hands that ache to reach out for you.

Peter Parker then decides he doesn’t want to be a hero. Heroes can’t afford to be selfish and put their own happiness above the wellbeing of others. Being with you would jeopardize your safety. It’d be selfish of him. He could never be with you like he wanted, craved, so long as he wore that suit. Can’t he have both?

He’s exhibited enough altruism to last him a lifetime, anyway. Certainly it was enough to hold you just for one night.

“I just needed to see you,” he sighs, voice meek.

“Peter, I think you should—”

“There’s never a day that I don’t think about you,” he interjects. He doesn’t exactly know when he started to cry. Suddenly his eyesight was blurry and he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

“Please.” The word pushes out like a sob. Your hand shoots to clamp over your mouth to hush the whimpers, but he can hear them.

“I’m serious, I…” He stands and moves to put his hands on your shoulders. His mask is forgotten on the floor. “Being away from you, it makes me feel crazy. Like I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t say that.” You turn in his hold to shrug his hands off, but you don’t try too hard. A sob racks through your chest once more when you see his pained expression. His nose is red and his cheeks are wet and his brows are sewed together. “Don’t tell me that, just go home,” you plead.

“You feel like home to me!” There’s a humorless laugh that accompanies the confession, it’s one of frustration. But the softness in his glassy eyes is unmistakable and it makes you melt under his stare.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs with a deep frown. He reaches to hold your face in his hands as he wipes the tears from under your eyes. The material of his gloves is rough and pulls at your skin uncomfortably, but you can’t help leaning into his touch.

He crowds your being. He towers over you so closely that you can feel his bated breath fanning your skin. You reach to hold onto his forearms, letting your eyes close to revel in the closeness. Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose. He stops short of your lips.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. You know I will.”

“Don’t go,” you concede.

You’re not really sure what repercussions this will have tomorrow morning. You can’t really bring yourself to care when he kisses you.

[pinkandlilacroses]

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 5

• summary {in which an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {angst, mention of sexual acts}

• comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

“i shouldn’t have done that” was the last things she said, before running out of my dorm

what the fuck. she has feelings for me? do i have feelings for her to. i need to find her

‘bella’ has unblocked ‘paige’

bella

- paige where are you

- paige please talk to me

- please

- where are you

- answer me

- i’m coming to your dorm

i slam my bedroom door shut, this is all happening so fast. she was ignoring me and now she likes me????

what?

“paige is know your in here” i say while banging on her door

“bella leave me alone” she says, door still shut

“paige let me in” i say, almost begging the girl

she opens the door, teary eyed

“paige” i say, my tone shifting completely, turning soft and calm.

“you dont need to talk to me, pretend i never said that” she says, tears streaming

“i want to talk to you”

“you just feel bad”

“i feel the same” i say, partially shocking myself, shes all i’ve been thinking about for weeks. maybe i like her and maybe i want her to be more than just a one time thing. and hearing that she feels the same, relive flooded my body. i’m not delusional, she feels the same

“no you don’t” she says

“why don’t you believe me paige, your all i can think about” i say, walking towards her and the dorm room shuts

“you were ignoring me”

“i was ignoring you cause you were doing the same” i say

“i was ignoring you cause i like you”

“i like you to” i say, genuinely

“i cant like you” she says, tears forming in her eyes again

“why cant you paige” i say, completely erasing any space between us and lightly stroking her bare arm

no response

“paige” i say, looking up at her, shes not looking at me

“paige answer me” i say, my own tears making an appearance in my eyes

“i cant bella, i want to, but i cant”

“you cant what”

“i cant be with you, ever” she says, each word breaking my heart further. confusion is an understatement to how i’m feeling right now

“then why would you say what you said paige” i say, anger arising

“it was a mistake” she says, her emotions emulating my own

“this is fucking ridiculous” i say, breaking away from her and throwing my arms up in defeat

she drags my arm, so i’m back in my original position

“i didn’t say i wanted you to leave” she says, timid

i want to stay, i really do. but shes just gonna fuck me over again, and i’d let her

“why so you can fuck me and never speak to me again!” i say, fuming at the blonde

“im sorry” she says, voice raising to my level

“it was a mistake and you know that” she continues

“how many fucking mistakes do you make paige, cause i can list plenty” i say, rudely

i can see tears forming in her eyes, and i can feel my eyes doing the same. fuck

“don’t cry” she says, her own voice breaking from emotions

“paige is really like you, why are you doing this to me” i ask, letting my tears fall

“im so sorry bella, but i cant do it, i wish i could but i cant”

“whats the reason paige? what do you want from me” i ask, emotions at an all time high

“hey guys” azzi and avery say

fuck

[luvhughes43]

I need to know if jack finds out about his gf deleting the dm and what he says about it!

he does find out.. but after baby is born.

jacks gf is super threatened by yn, and so she tries her hardest to do everything to stop them being together even if it ruins a family (im gonna call her vivienne)

so, vivienne is just downright nasty. she uses one of her burner insta accs to harass yn. yn is an investigative journalist, she knows how to get alll of the information. so she easily finds out who's behind the acc (she finds out a few months after she's given birth).

yn is PISSED. shes fuming that she's been treated this way. first, jack (vivienne) blocks her on insta without acknowledging her message, and that she's being harassed.

she runs into jack again at one of yns favourite desert shops and she just lays into him.

"if your girlfriend sends me one more fucking text i swear i'll-" and jack is just like ?? what texts, what are you talking about, why do you look so beautiful and-

"i get that you dont want to have a baby, but she's here, and i'm capable of doing it without you. i have been doing it without you. so get your girlfriend to stop harassing me or i'll press charges," and she storms of.

jack is so mad and confused. he confronts his gf and she immediately breaks down and confesses. she's calling yn a bunch of names but jacks just in complete shock. hes trying to do the math, figure out how old his daughter is.

he kicks vivienne out immediately. theres a lot of yelling and crying.

[videoaux-a]

hiya! lets have a little chat, shall we?

by now, im sure everyone or at least close friends have noticed that I am running on fumes! many things have popped up recently : right now, I am very sick while having to take care of my grandparents, swamped with projects and essays and homework, constantly studying, preparing for final exams at the end of next month, and constantly fighting my drafts and inbox. and to be QUITE honest, you don't wanna delve into the other issues i'm also having.

sooooooooooo . . . i've decided i'm going to archive this blog and move to a new one!

the url will be the same, and i'll announce it on this blog ASAP when i am finished setting up the new one - but this is being done for several reasons. primarily, i want to heavily reduce my mutual count to those who i enjoy on dash AND/OR write with and talk with common.

this is for the sake of my mental health . . . and with that being said, current mutuals - please like this post if you wish to stay mutuals on the new blog!

i promise, this is extremely rare and a one off occasion of me moving blogs. i never move unless i feel like i NEED to for my wellbeing. moving forward, i will be extremely selective based and comb through blogs thoroughly to see if i'm compatible with the mun.

please don't take it personally if i break mutuals with you on the new blog! but i don't like it when people follow 4 follow and never try to reach out to interact.

anyways, that's all for now! i'm gonna go cough up a lung while trying to survive -

[peachoni]

_ Promise?

billy hargrove x fmreader

summary: billy is very seldom nice to you. but the truth behind the front he puts up is that he is deeply attracted to you. so when he sees a classmate touching you, he doesn’t like that very much and takes matters into his own hands to claim whats his.

content warning: mean billy, reader gets verbally harrassed by a classmate, violence/fighting, blood, wound tending (reader to billy), neil is mentioned/home abuse, kissing (might make another part idk)

an: I KNOWWW everyone is gonna say billy is a bad person but im delulu so pls let me live in a fantasy :)) like idk about everyone else but i feel like billy is a very sensitive person but he is just a product of his father/just grew up in a toxic home. IDKIDK IM RAMBLING

word count:  1.5k (not proofread) 

You wake up and open your eyes due to the trill sound of your alarm, the bright red numbers on the device flashed. Whining as you shut it off and opted to lay in bed for a few more minutes before your mother knocked on the door. “Honey wake up, breakfast is on the table.” she declared in which you just hummed before getting out of bed and headed downstairs.

Your mom asked you a few questions but you really didn’t have the energy to respond with much enthusiasm. After eating you heading back into your bedroom to get dressed, thinking of dressing a little nice today just to make yourself feel a little better. Slipping into a tight black dress with a white long sleeved half-top over it, white dainty leg warmers and black mary janes. You looked in the mirror and nodded softly in approval of your outfit, sitting down at your vanity to do a but of makeup so you didn’t look like you were running on fumes.

Soon leaving your home and you started your walk to school; you lived close so you didn’t mind the 10-15 minute walk every morning. Happy that you could just listen to music and be left to think.

Humming softly to ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac as you walked to your locker and grabbed things you needed, putting away things you didn’t. Before you knew it you felt yourself being pushed against the lockers, a soft groan coming from you because you knew who the culprit was before even turning around. “Morning to you too Hargrove.” you said before taking your headphones off and resting them around your neck. You closed your locker and turned on your heel to face Billy whom was walking around with his disciples as always.

“Uh huh. Tryin’ to impress today?” he asked and all you did was roll your eyes before putting your headphones over your ears again and walking to your first class. You didn’t even give Billy the time of day, knowing the attention is what he wanted. He wanted you to get mad. And you weren’t going to give into it.

You greeted the teacher as you walked into class and immediately took your seat. You liked this class apart from one significant detail. Billy sat next to you. Damn assigned seating. He sat beside him and you glanced over at him which he caught, knowing he did because a smirk was shown on his lips. “Like what you see princess?” he whispered and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together but you played it off with a glare before you got to work.

Normally Billy’s pestering all class long doesn’t get to you but something just snapped. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Jesus Christ Billy can you just shut the fuck up for 5 seconds?! I know you think your all that because ever girl bends over backwards to get fucked by you and you think the world owes you because of your home issues or whatever but guess what? The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you! We all have our baggage and I’m really not interested in whatever lack luster run down you have to give on what you think I am like or how my home life is. Just give it a fucking break already and stop acting like such a fucking child.” You said sternly which left his pretty blue eyes wide; not expecting an outburst like that from you. You scoffed at him before grabbing your things and excusing yourself from class. ‘Jesus I need a cigarette...’ you mumbled before the bell rang, signaling to head to your next class. Boy was it going to be along day.

When it was time for lunch, you made your way to the cafeteria like normal. But before you can enter you were stopped by Dale, some guy who is in your history class. You’ve exchanged words rarely so you have no clue why he is stopping you. “Can I help you?” you asked and he looked you up and down which made your stomach uneasy. “Yea I can think of a few things.” he said as he came a little closer to you which made you back up in response to his very obvious advance onto you. “Dale I think you should-” you started to speak but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. “No no no.. you listen to me now. You can’t just come to school dressed like a fucking slut and be shocked when a guy comes up to you.” he replied, a whine coming from you has his grip on your wrist tightened.

Before you knew it you were being pulled away by one of your girl friends. You looked back and saw Dale with blood covering his face, Billy wailing on him as his fists where covered in blood. As the situation deescalated you got away from your friends and chased after Billy, grabbing his shoulder softly. “Billy” you called out and he turned to face you. Holding his hands as you seethed at the wounds on them. “Come with me.” you whispered and Billy followed without even a word.

You decided to leave early, your excuse being you were both shaken up over the incident. The walk to your house was silent, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. You brought Billy to your room and told him to wait there so you could grab everything to fix him up. He looked around your room from his seated position, a soft breath coming from him as he rolled his eyes. Your room exactly matched your personality. 

Billy averted his eyes back to his bloody knuckles when he heard your soft footsteps come closer to your bedroom. You sat beside him and grabbed the supplies you needed before peering up at him. “Umm. This is probably gonna sting a bit.” you warned to which he just nodded in response. Cleaning his wounds didn’t take long but you also tended to the cut on his lip. Trying to stay focused; but you found yourself admiring his features, looking into his eyes when you noticed he had been doing the same. The pair both cleared their throats and you got up to clean up all the bloodied supplies. 

“B-Billy... If you don’t mind he asking... I mean hell you don’t owe me an answer after the outburst in class today...” you vented before sighing heavily and sitting beside him. “Why did you do it? I mean... Why did you stand up for me?” you asked, a hint of fear in your voice because you’ve never seen Billy so angry before. Billy looked up seeming to you that he was just trying to process his words in a way that would be coherent. “Listen... I know that I uh- I’m not very nice to you. Ever. And you yelling at me earlier today kinda made me realize;” he started to explain before grabbing both of your hands. “That the reason I’m mean is because I’m scared of you getting to close and seeing... Me really... Dammit I know that probably doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense...” he vented and you tilted your head a bit, giving Billy a soft smile before reaching your hand out and cupping the side of his face gently. “Oh Billy..” You whispered before he eventually looked at you. “Y’know I do admit.. I really hate that you treat me the way you do everyday... But I have to admit that I’ve heard the rumor around school about your.. father. And I’ve seen you with a black eye before. I just thought it was just another stupid fight because y’know. Your Billy Hargrove.”

There was a long pause before you swiveled your body and sat directly in front of him; but he took the chance to speak first. “I just want to say that I’m sorry.. And that the reason I kept you at a distance is because I was afraid. Afraid of you seeing... me really... I know it might not mean anything and your more than welcome to just kick me out but... I like you...” he whispered as he looked into your eyes with those pretty baby blue of his that made you melt anytime you made eye contact. Your heart instantly melted because you could tell he was serious, not a doubt about a single thing he just said. He was truly being honest.

 Before he knew it your lips were on his, He wrapped his muscular arms your waist and pulled you into his lap with ease as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss; which you of course followed his lead with. “I’m gonna need you to promise..” you started before sitting up and looking into his eyes. “Promise that you wont push me away...” Those words hit him and he thought for a few seconds before nodding. He reached up and took one of his dangly spiked earrings off and handed it to you. “I promise.” he told you and you smiled before putting the earring on. The both of you laughing softly before laying in your bed, just drowning in each others company. 

[eepyslut]

Jealousy Jealousy

Dominik patience is running thin, and he's struggling to keep appearances now that Rhea isn't crying about him.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS DOMINIK" Liv shrieked angrily, could she be more loud? he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at her and kept a straight face. Of course he's serious.

"Yeah, i said im gonna beat up Jey, talked with Pearce already," he shrugged, Liv didn't need to know there was this small little seed of jealousy starting to ignite inside him. 5 weeks? She was going out with Jey after 5 weeks? 2 years together, and it only took her 5 weeks to get over it and show up to work in Jey's car??

"THAT was not the plan. YOU were supposed to help Finn and JD," she smiled tightly at him. Like he cared… He didn't give a flying fuck about that to be honest, not his titles, not his problem and Carlito was free so he really didn't need to be around for that match.

"I know baby, but i need to get rid of jey, for us" he walked towards her gripping her waist trying to comfort her, but it was evident in her face she wasn't too convinced "last thing we need is them making alliances with Jey" yeah keep her focused on alliances, if he mentioned he had seen them come in together it would sound like jealousy and she would make a big deal about it. It's just a little jealousy, a little wounded ego.

"Fine, fine, I guess Carlito can fill in for you," she sighed a little pout, gracing her face. "i will check with Finn to make sure he's okay with the chan-"

"There shouldn't be a problem, no leaders, remember?" he raised his eyebrows and pulled one of his toothy innocent smiles. "Making our own decisions, taking care of business way better than having Damian and Rhea barking orders" its easy to pull that string, everytime she or anyone tries to control him he casually mentions Rhea or Damian and he is off the hook.

"You find Carlito and tell him about the match, i will go and get changed." He kissed her forehead and started to walk away without waiting for a response. Lord knows he can't stand another minute of her ear piercing voice.

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He hadn't expected Rhea to come out with Jey. Not part of the plan, neitheir was getting lost in the way Rhea's scorpions looked under that lacy top. Her tanned skin making him dizzy. But most importantly…

"SHE'S MINE" he screamed on Jey's face, before hitting him repeatedly but it only made the fucker smirk before he had time to process what he said out loud. Yeah, that wasn't the plan, either.

"She's yours? you want her now?" Jey taunted as they exchanged blows. His smirk was making his blood boil, but what made him see red was Jey whispering, "She wasn't yours last night, or last week"

Dom didn't need to know Jey was taking Rhea on little dates to cheer her up, or that Damian got stuck in traffic and that's the reason why he picked her up this morning, or that Rhea got cold and Jey gave her his hoodie. It's all innocent Rhea isn't in the head space to see someone and Jey respects that but she needs a friend and he's there.

He's fuming. His ego is too big to take the blow of his ex seeing someone else so soon, and Jey is exploiting it. "You should have thought about it. Now i have my chance all because you fumbled, man." he laughed.

He looks in Rhea's direction for a second just to check but its enough to give Jey a chance, the last thing he hears is "too late" and next thing he knows he's lying dizzy on the floor after Jey almost knocked him out with a kick.

He can hear the cheers from the crowd, and Rhea's laugh from ringside as Jey spins her around. God, could this day get any worse.

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It could. "SHE'S MINE SERIOUSLY?" I KNEW IT HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH HER, ITS ALWAYS ABOUT HER" god he really couldn't catch a break, he missed Rhea's silent and seething anger, fuck, he missed her, point blank. He could manage a check-up while the woman stared daggers through him, it wasnt great, but at least it didn't make it worse.

"Can you lower your voice?" His tone dripped with annoyance he was reaching his limit today, and the ringing on his ears wasn't helping the dizziness. Wrong, she could only get louder.

"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I DO EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?" She was about to continue her rant, but luckily the doctor interrupted her granting him some sense of peace.

No concussion, great. But his minute of reprieve was running short, so he started before she could.

"Princesa" he dragged tiredly "you know i only have eyes for you, you are way better than her, you showed me what true love is" and in this moment true love would be 10 minutes of silence so he hoped she would drop the issue.

"Sorry daddy…" and she continued to apologize, but he wasn't really paying attention. Now that she was back to a normal volume, he was able to tune her out.

Was Rhea moving on so fast? Why did he care, he was free now, but every minute Liv is all over him feels like he's suffocating, he's supposed to feel free and yet all he does is think about Rhea, about her silence, her lower voice and the way it would lull him to sleep, the peace around her, the normal conversations, the hazy mornings, and when his mind reached that corner he imagined Jey where he used to be and he burned with jealousy.

[yeyinde]

hi 🥹🫶 ily. i have a question for riptide; is the "Price calls it, has known since Mesaieed" part meaning that price had speculated that one of the guys would eventually hook up with Nile? or that he suspected one of the guys was already with Nile? im sry. im kind of dumb lol. hope it's ok to ask 🫶

hi, op!!! no worries at all and you can def ask whatever you want! 🖤

there is more to it, but i was worried it was getting too big for tumblr, so i cut a lot of it out. i posted the full version on AO3 but never got around to adding it here as i wasn't sure if anyone would care since it's just ?? extra?

but here it is:

—Price calls it, has known since Mesaieed. He'd bet on Gaz, maybe even Soap. It never crosses his mind to think of Simon. And then the building is on fire. No way out. He's never seen Simon snap at the men around him, demanding answers. He shoves a militant into the wall, knife against his jugular. His voice gravel. He uses torture and interrogation tactics to get you out alive.

—then he cracks a joke when they listen to you and Gaz gasp, and wheeze, the fumes close to smothering you both on the line. A live feed to your deaths. It jars them all. Sits with them. They’ll carry it, Price knows. But no one will shoulder it all more than him.

—Soap doesn't need to be asked. He springs, gear already on. Price follows suit.

—get them outta there! is the bellow that follows.

—and then the plane. He looked his comrade in the eye, and saw a warning: don't.

—you walked away, and Simon's stare didn't leave your back. Don't, indeed. He wonders if it was meant more for himself.

—gone. Dunno where. Just… gone. It's all they had. Phone calls unanswered. Line dead. Signal wiped from the grid.

—sent on a mission… went a little… sideways. That's all Shepherd says. He'd seen Simon lose people. Saw his own choice get someone killed—many people killed. A hazard in this line of duty. Watched him shoulder the blame and become colder. Distant. A lone wolf. He'd never seen him this angry before.

—not good enough!

—he's a soldier first. The mission comes, it's shelved. They carry the brunt of you with them but they focus. Dutiful. Price doesn't bring up the hole in the wall, the perfect replica of Simon's fist.

—and then: alive, Laswell breathes. In the hospital. An injury. Got shot. Simon's eyes don't waver from the report. From Laswell. Something breaks.

—it’s Soap who says, I’ll kill him.

—An inch. That’s all. Ghost stands from the table; the first to leave.

(on the table, his glass sits. a crack running down the middle.)

—where are you headed?

—Simon's gaze didn't leave the window. Wales.

—when Price looks down, his phone shows a map to Porthmadog.

—here, he hands him a set of keys. Got a Jeep stowed in Cardiff. Will get you there quicker.

—he'd have bet money on everyone but Simon. But thinking about it now, it was obvious from the start.

("Sierra Leone. Wanna take Gaz with you–"

"No. I'll take the rookie.")

basically, the reaction from Ghost when Nile and Gaz were locked in the building in Mesaieed made him start to put the pieces together! 🖤

[circular-bircular]

hshdgdbd thank you sorry i am Angered and need to. ramble

anyways,,, i hate hate HATE how certain anti endos, especially recently, lump in pro-endos w/ endogenic systems. i saw a cool blog, a cdd help blog right? and i would love resources! i love help! but wouldn't you know it, i look at the dni and it says ENDOS & PRO ENDOS DNI. while this would be fine, if not frustrating, it was the way they worded it... “if you're neutral or just don't want to get involved with syscourse it's okay, as long as you're traumagenic, but endos and supporters dni.” ok first of all "supporters" ?? i do not recall paying the endogenic sysems. but also im still traumagenic??? im still a cdd system??? why are you saying that like these “endo supporters” aren't traumagenic ??? what. just because i dont give 1 (one) shit what endogenic systems do, as long as they don't claim CDDs aren't traumagenic, I'M the bad guy???? i can't get fucking resources??? i'm not traumagenic anymore??? is my childhood trauma gone. i made the decision to not care what people do and to touch grass and suddenly my chronic childhood trauma got deleted is that it. do you realize what you're doing??? “oh but it's ABLEIST but but endos have HURT me” but im not an endogenic system. but i just want resources. but i just want to learn more about my disorder. but im a cdd system just like you. and YEAH. maybe it's entitled of me. to think people's DNIs are stupid. but you're supposedly giving fucking trauma resources, i think anyone should be able to use that shit irregardless, and i think it's fucking INANE to bar anyone from using those. i know this rant lacks nuance (i.e. endogenic systems w/ trauma, multigenic did systems, etc) and i'm sorry but it's hard to think right now i am. Fuming™ at people's idiocracy. Jesus H. Christ.

Ooooough

While I can understand running anti-endo blogs that ask supporters not to interact (hello, I run one), I don’t get withholding *actual resources*. Like. There’s a difference between a userbox blog and sources.

My advice is to break that DNI quietly. I mean. If it’s something like a journal template for alter communication, what the fuck are they going to do, break into your house and confiscate your notebook?

Also it’s a stupid point anyways, because what you described *is* a neutral standpoint. “Who the fuck cares I just want to have my disorder in peace” was why syscourse unaligned got coined in the first place. I should know, since I helped coin it.

Do what you want forever anon. Good luck with everything

[knightcoree]

Vent rn while I'm unable to sleep from sickness

W digital art I feel like I could do so much more and feel way more confident in my art skills. But like. Affording the software is..hard..for a person who's not already rich...heck..I can't even afford to get a upgraded phone. This phone is running on fumes at this point lol...money issues are hard...and it's harder to make money to fix them in the first place. The system truly is broke. Just saying. Especially w mental issues up the wazoo like I got going on. To the point working like in public is hard a huge struggle. Which is why I have not worked in months. There's a huge issue w the system rn. And soc security is given to those who don't even need it and denied to those who do. It's so dumb tbh. Living is so hard. Money is so hard. Everything is so hard. Ugh. Life's not very simple. And unless your gifted w money , people skills, or talent. Your just going to stay at rock bottom forever like me. It's sucks man. Adulting sucks. Everything sucks. I wish things were easier. I can't even drive because of my crippling anxiety yet the gov says I'm apparently not disabled enough which my old neighbors had parties every day and were living the dream on soc security I feel they could've went without. Yah. It's hard. I just want to live but even that's a struggle in this world. Getting my meds is hard even. I'm barely hanging in there w my bipolar shit and Sui thoughts from depression and constant anxiety. And the gov won't let me get my meds because I'm still searching for a psychologist who takes my shit insurance they could provide me. It's..not good ..I'm losing it here...and my stomach issues which I need meds for too..and my thyroid issues which I can't easily get meds for either. This all sucks. I just. ..I am not sleeping well lately either. This isn't good . Why is my autism not severe enough why is my mental state which is falling apart not disabled enough why. I'm even more upset I can't afford schooling to get my voice acting classes so I can do shit w my life already. I'm 27 come on. And I can't get to any theater groups to launch my career cuz none take adults in my area. You gotta do it at a young age and i was stupid in hs and didn't...ugh...if I had anyone who could help me even a friend. But I dont even got friends anymore since years ago when I broke up w a toxic one I had since middle school ...I need irl ones for sure one day tho..I'm so alone...and I'm passionate for theatre which...I can't even start into ..cuz of my age...again..life's stupid..and the place I'm stuck living in...my parents house....is hard to live in cuz my dad's bipolar af like me and we fight constantly. .and my mom just ignores me when I'm breaking down...and my bro....just ...acts like he's my boss or something... I'm surprised I've lasted this long tbh...w how toxic my house is....rn..we go to therapy...it'll be a slow process tho w how much we have to fix...and I'm like hanging by a thread here...my mom already told me a lot she notices how much im struggling mentally at times and tries to step away when I'm moody af from bipolar...it's hard to stay in control...and it's a miracle I havent...gave up...on myself and gave into the thoughts...I'm staying strong tho...let's hope I can continue til ..I figure shit out ig...

And before you say anything I've tried working on art from my tiny ass phone. It's not good I need to get a bigger device or something. A laptop even would do better. I can't rn tho..

[lvrdrm]

small victories — joel miller

warnings: none i don’t think, just joel being emotionally unavailable

a/n: wrote this running solely on fumes im gonna pass out after this, BUT FIRST JOEL MILLER FIC! there’s not much of a relationship here but i’m planning on building it as i go. hope you enjoy! love u. | 0.6k words

joel doesn’t talk to you much, but you know he cares. he’s gentle with you, patient, and protective. his hard exterior never seeming to crack beyond that, his walls were built up so high it was no use trying to break through them. so you didn’t, keeping to yourself as much as he kept to himself.

it was a silent agreement between you both, survive and have eachothers backs. it’s easy enough, he’s methodical and strong you’re smart and agile. your dynamic was easy and it worked, it had gotten you this far.

you just wish he would talk to you more. hes always around but it often gets lonely, only being talked to when absolutely needed. truth is, you can’t remember the last time you had a real conversation with joel other than concocting plans or quick exchanges.

you’d been partners for over a year now and you barely knew a single thing about him, other than him having a brother out there somewhere and a daughter he lost early on. but you wanted to know him, if he had any hobbies before the outbreak or what his favorite color is.

“y/n.” his stern voice knocked you out of your trance.

“hm? sorry, i was thinkin’,” you picked at your dirty fingernails, scraping the muck out from underneath them, “what’s up?”

he stared at you for a few beats, “hungry?”

you were starving but you knew there was only enough food for one of you, you also knew he’d go hungry if you said yes, “no, i’m alright thank you.”

“alright,” joel shoved the can of 20 year old baked beans back into his bag. “we’ll save it for tomorrow.”

“no joel, eat,” your hand made its way to his hand, placing it on top softly. “please.”

he stiffened under your touch, gently pulling his hand away from yours. he shook his head, “i’ll be alright.”

“what was your favorite food before y’know, all this.” it was a desperate attempt to keep him talking, to keep the conversation from ending.

his eyes stayed on the forest floor, he thought for a moment and then he shrugged, “don’t know.”

“c’mon there has to be something! mine was pecan pie.” even the thought of it made your stomach growl.

“i’ve never had it.”

you gasp slightly, “you’ve never had pecan pie? i’ll have to make it for you someday.” a soft smile makes its way onto your lips.

he nodded.

“why don’t you talk to me?” the words came out before you could stop them.

he looked at you for a moment, contemplating. “let’s start heading to bed, gotta be up early.” he sat up from the floor, dusting himself off and grabbing the sleeping bags from the back of bills truck.

you sighed quietly, “okay.”

he noticed the shift in your attitude but he pretended not to. instead he layed the sleeping bags down next to eachother.

“gonna be warm enough?”

you nodded softly, quietly settling into your sleeping bag. he followed suit, adjusting himself until he was on his side facing away from you. you chose to face him, your eyes being met with the back of his head. it took everything out of you not to run your fingers through his hair.

“pancakes.” his voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear it.

“what?” you had heard him but you wanted to make sure you weren’t hearing things.

“pancakes, i really like pancakes.”

you smiled to yourself, it wasn’t much but it was the first time he had rly let you in on something like this. a small victory but a victory nonetheless. “good choice.”

[deviantdaffodil]

comfort.

sanji x reader

im not even like . super romantically into sanji . i think he is so so silly and so so sweet . i just know he would treat me right (probably)

contains: fluff, comfort, fem reader, period problems (because im goin through it), ooc straw hats probably, some period stereotypes (except its just how mine plays out bc i cant catch a break)

The Going Merry lightly swayed in the waves of the dock of the current town the crew was at. This did not make you feel any better; you were currently sprawled out on Sanji’s bed in his room. You weren’t exactly sure where he was, though you assumed he was making lunch or exploring the town. You really wish he’d come back. Your cramps were starting to make tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill any minute. You huffed, forcing yourself up to go to the kitchen. If Sanji wasn’t there, at least you could find yourself a little treat. You hobble out of the living quarters onto the deck. Once outside you inhale deeply. You always did enjoy the salty sea air. It puts your stomach at ease.

Your feet drag against the deck slightly as you make your way down to the kitchen. To your dismay, Sanji is no where to be seen. You sigh, tears forcing their way to your eyes while anger builds up inside you. ‘What did he have netter to do?’ you’d ask yourself. You grab some ice cream and a spoon. Probably gawk at women he could have his way with since not all the women around could be on their period all at the same time. You make your way back to Sanji’s room, practically fuming.

“Uh, (Y/N)?” Usopp’s voice pulls your attention away from the thoughts. “You’re squeezing that tub pretty tightly.. you alright??”

You could feel tears returning again. How sweet of him. Your grip, which had gotten so tight melted ice cream oozed from the pint, had loosened. “I’m okay,” you say with a smile. “You know where Sanji is?”

Usopp nodded. “Pretty sure he’s doing a supply run. Do you need me to go get him?? Or should I stay with you..??” The boys (mainly Usopp and Sanji) had begun to keep track of yours and Nami’s monthly cycle. They would become much sweeter and much more helpful during this time, which you and Nami didn’t mind. Zoro and Luffy followed behind. Luffy didn’t quite understand but he was happy to help nonetheless.

You waved him away. “No, no. Don’t worry. Just go about your day as usual. If you see him though, let him know I’m looking for him,” you smile at Usopp. He hesitantly nods, but goes about his business as usual. You get back to your task at hand; this pint of ice cream. After landing back in Sanji’s bed, you get comfortable. You eat a few bites of the ice cream, you become a little drowsy. The combination of dehydration from crying and being comfortable in your boyfriend’s bed was not a good combo. You set the tub of ice cream down and let yourself drift off to sleep.

…

You aren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but when you woke up Sanji was at your side snoring away. You felt a smile creep up your lips. All anger or sadness you had felt before was now gone. His presence alone was enough to melt all of your cares way. He looked so peaceful while he slept. You look to the bedside table where ice cream used to be. Now it was a tray of some of your favorite treats and little finger foods that Sanji must have made for you. You sigh dreamily. He was so sweet and thoughtful. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You turn to him and gently shake him. He lets out a snort and slowly opens his eye, rubbing it as he looks up at you.

“Hey,” your voice sounded giddy and full of nothing but positive energy and emotion.

“Hello, beautiful,” Sanji yawned and sat up. He stretched then rubbed his eyes. His gaze landed on you. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I’m sorry I was away-“

“It’s fine,” you giggled. You hugged him tightly and pulled him back down on the bed. You kissed his nose, then his cheek, then forehead, then finally planted a sweet, quick kiss on his lips. “You’re so sweet.. Making all of my favorite of your dishes..” you sighed lovingly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you,” a frown now found its way to your lips.

Sanji shook his head. “For you? Anything is possible. Nothing is too much trouble. I would do anything for you to smile.” He then takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You giggled as a blush slowly engulfed your cheeks. Most women were put off by the way Sanji acted, but you couldn’t help but to fall for him. After all of those years of him fawning over women it finally worked and the two of you couldn’t be happier together. Sanji placed his hand on your stomach and began to rub circles on it. He planted one last kiss to your cheek before you peacefully fell asleep, a smile plastered on your lips and a handsome man to take care of you.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

mac i am so sorry to enter ur inbox with more qsmp but oh my god. qcellbit update. so he talked to bagi. his sister. he still doesn't remember her. he still needs time to process everything but she said she's waited fifteen years so she can wait a few more days. i'm crying and sobbing rn. also he doesn't even fucking remember what he did to get thrown in prison, all he knows is that he was killing people to survive one day and another he was behind bars. i'm UNWELL!!! he got called in to talk to cucurucho (the fuckin THING that's kind of the federation mascot and it tortured cellbit with a chainsaw months ago FUCK CUCURUCHO ALL MY HOMIES HATE CUCURUCHO) and he was just. fucking tired. yesterday he messed with the feds quite publicly and cucurucho questioned him about it and he said "i don't care what you do to me, you can torture me, i don't care. i just want my family back, i want a future with them. just give me peace. let me rest." HE SOUNDED SO FUCKING TIRED. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE WAS SAYING UNTIL SOMEONE POSTED A TRANSLATION BUT HE SOUNDED SO SO SAD. AND NOW CELLBIT HIMSELF IS GOING TO TWITCHCON SO QCELLBIT IS TAKING A WEEK LONG DEPRESSION NAP. MAC CAN U HEAR ME. I'M UNWELL. I'M LOSING IT. THIS IS ME RN

anyway. hows ur day. i might go watch some steven universe bc i have been meaning 2 rewatch it (or adventure time!!!! one of the two for sure) take a short break from binge watching hannibal 2 watch a silly funny cartoon :3 also still trying to make my way thru marble hornets again it's just such an insane series 2 rewatch u know but i'm getting there!!! sorry i am just currently lying on the floor in my brain thinking about qsmp i had 2 tell u what happened 2 ur blorbo in law today

NEVER APOLOGIZE TO ME ABOUT PUTTING STUFF IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MAIL I LOVE LEARNING THROUGH OSMOSIS I LOVE LISTENING 2 PPL TALK ATBT THINGS THEY LOVE

that sounss aboslutely DEVASTATING btw. oh my god. so the whole thing is like.. she remembers him but he doesnt remember her ?? GODDDD thats so upsetting. im glad hes getting 2 take a nap even if it is a depression one sigh. oh man oh man i love this.

my day was! good i think! i have not had a day to reat since my whole job shadow debacle last week so im kimd of running on fumes BUT . i have off work tmw so im gonna get a haircut and feel all good about everything. and maybe work on some art bc im now caught up to my pre prepped invertober images and i have a couple other time sensitive things like that. ougah. we keep truckin. ive got a huge backlog of youtube videos to watch from last week + beginning of this week i cannot Wait to get thru those and also watch more adventure time !! bc i have offically gotten to Stakes (a marcelone centric mini series) and it is one of my favorite eras ever. i love you vampire lore!!!