#im so frustrated like pleaseeee

[potatosaresweet]

why is it impossible to find brown xie lian wigs. cmon. i get his hair is supposed to be black in the novel but with both donghua manhua and a shit ton of official art depicting him with brown hair youd think id be able to find some but nooooooo

[rafecameronssl4t]

IM BEGGING FOR MORE FRATBOY!RAFE CAMERON PLEASEEEE💔

Trap Queen || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: hehehe missed writing frat boy!rafe also had no idea what to title this so I thought this song kinda matched idk

Warnings: mentions of sex, idk if there’s anything else

Word count: 2,042

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

“I have no idea what her problem is with me,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes flicking toward Jada, who’s glaring at you like she’d love nothing more than to see you vanish. Her gaze lingers, intense and filled with something close to hatred.

You turn back to Rafe, irritation bubbling up as you try to make sense of the tension hanging in the air. Rafe glances over lazily, his eyes briefly scanning Jada before he scoffs, almost amused by the situation. He leans back casually, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and tossing it into his mouth without a second thought.

“Probably ‘cause she was trying to get into my pants before we started dating,” he mumbles through a mouthful, barely caring to mask the indifference in his voice. Your body stiffens, eyes widening as you process what he just said. “Are you serious?” you snap, crossing your arms and staring at him, bewildered.

“And you didn’t think I should know this?” Rafe slows his chewing, his brow arching slightly as he swallows. His reaction is calm, almost too calm.“Didn’t think it was worth mentioning. She’s irrelevant babe,” he shrugs, his voice annoyingly nonchalant. “I don’t give a fuck about her.”

You turn to look at Jada again, and this time she isn’t even pretending to hide the jealousy etched across her face. She’s whispering furiously to her best friend, the sorority president, her eyes flicking between you and Rafe with an almost desperate need for attention. The way her eyes follow Rafe, hungry and spiteful, makes the knot in your stomach tighten.

She’s clearly still bitter, and her gaze shifts between you and Rafe like she’s daring you to flaunt what she can’t have. It’s more than just resentment—it’s envy, glaringly obvious, and you can feel her simmering frustration from across the room. Frustration swells inside you, and without thinking, you reach for Rafe’s hand, gripping it firmly.

“Let’s get out of here,” you murmur, not wanting to feed into Jada’s petty game, but unable to shake the discomfort gnawing at you. Before Rafe can say anything, you grab his hand, pulling him up from the couch. His surprise shows for a second, but he follows your lead, letting you drag him away.

~

“Fuck off,” Rafe growls at the sound of a knock on his door, still half-asleep and annoyed as he shifts under the blankets. His arm gently moves you off him, and you let out a soft whine, instantly missing the warmth and security of his body pressed against yours. He sighs as the knocking persists, louder this time, more insistent.

“I’m coming!” he yells, frustration evident in his tone as he clumsily pulls his boxers up his legs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He’s barely awake, his movements sluggish, but the incessant knocking has him on edge. Just as Rafe reaches for the door, he pauses, his hand hovering over the knob.

A frown crosses his face. It wouldn’t be any of his frat brothers—they’d all gone home for the long weekend. Suspicion sharpens his senses, and he leans toward the peephole, squinting as he peers through it. His gut twists the moment he sees who’s on the other side, Alice, your sorority president, and Jada.

“Shit,” he mutters, backing away from the door. He hurries back to the bed, his hand reaching for your shoulder as he shakes you gently. “Babe, hey. Wake up,” he whispers urgently, trying to keep calm as you groan, still half-lost in sleep. “Jada and Alice are outside,” he says, his voice low but urgent.

The words barely sink in before you’re wide awake, panic flooding your system. “What?” you whisper, your voice strained with disbelief as you sit up, your heart racing. In an instant, you’re scrambling to grab your clothes, your mind spinning. “What are they doing here?” you hiss, pulling your jeans up your legs in a rush.

Your fingers fumble as you try to fasten them, your breath quickening with every second. Rafe’s hands are already on your back, tying up the straps of your top with quick, precise movements. “Fucked if I know,” he mutters, glancing toward the door. The knocking continues, sharper and more demanding this time, as Jada’s voice echoes through the room.“Rafe, open up! We know you’re in there!”

Jada calls out, her tone laced with impatience, as if she’s holding some kind of authority over him.“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, cursing the situation. The last thing you need is Jada and Alice catching you here—especially like this. Your mind races with the possibilities of why they’ve shown up now, of all times. Rafe turns to you, his hands resting on your arms as he tries to steady you.

His eyes are calm but serious. “Just hide in the bathroom. I’ll deal with them,” he says firmly, his voice low and reassuring despite the situation. You nod, heart pounding in your chest, and quickly dart toward the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. Locking it, you press your ear to the wood, your breath held as you strain to hear what’s happening.

You hear Rafe sigh heavily before he opens the door, his voice low and tense as he greets Jada and Alice. The muffled sound of their conversation seeps through the door, but it’s hard to make out the words clearly. Your stomach twists as you wait, hoping that whatever they want, Rafe can get rid of them without making things worse.

Rafe opens the door just enough to stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a bored, unimpressed look on his face. He eyes Jada and Alice, his expression indifferent as he sizes them up. “Can I help you?” he asks dryly, making it clear from the start that he has no interest in whatever they’re about to say.

Jada and Alice exchange a quick glance, their irritation barely hidden beneath thin smiles. Alice, with her usual fake sweetness, steps forward, her voice dripping with insincerity. “Is Y/n here by any chance?” she asks, flashing Rafe the overly saccharine smile she gives to everyone. He sees right through it—he knows exactly how two-faced she really is.

Rafe lets out a short, amused snort, crossing his arms. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself. Jada opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off before she can get a word in. “No, she’s not here. Why do you even care?” He raises an eyebrow, his voice sharp with challenge.

Alice, not backing down, continues with the same fake concern. “She wasn’t in her room while we were doing our rounds last night, and her roommate said she never came back,” she explains, though her tone lacks genuine worry. Rafe can barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. It’s clear they’re just fishing for information, and their excuse is weak at best.

“What, you have curfews on a Friday night?” Rafe deadpans, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He watches as the annoyance flickers across their faces, and he takes pleasure in knowing he’s getting under their skin. Alice forces a tight-lipped smile, her patience clearly wearing thin.

“Yeah, to make sure everyone is home safe and sound,” she says, her voice still maintaining that fake sweetness, though Rafe can hear the underlying frustration. “Right, sure,” Rafe mutters, clearly not buying it. He shifts his weight and straightens up, his disinterest obvious. “Well, like I said, she’s not here,” he says flatly.

The two girls stand in tense silence for a moment. Rafe can see a flicker of something—perhaps jealousy or frustration—behind Jada’s eyes, and it intrigues him. He watches as Alice turns, clearly ready to leave this awkward encounter behind, but Jada’s sudden outburst catches her off guard.

“What do you even see in her, anyway?” Her sudden outburst catches Alice by surprise, and she glances back at Jada with wide eyes. Rafe raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by her boldness. “Jada, let’s just go. She’s not here,” Alice mutters, her hand gently squeezing Jada’s arm, as if trying to ground her. Rafe can’t resist interjecting. “Yeah, Jada. She’s not here,” he mocks, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans casually against the doorframe.

Rafe’s disdain for Jada is palpable, and he relishes the chance to get under her skin. The flush of anger spreads quickly across her cheeks, her fists clenching at her sides as if holding back an explosion of frustration. The heat radiates off her in waves, her glare sharp and unyielding, her eyes narrowing with contempt.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she snaps, her voice bitter, teetering on the edge of desperation. Her gaze burns into him, full of resentment. “You think you can just parade around with her like she’s some prize to be won. What makes her so special?”

Rafe meets her gaze head-on, completely unfazed. He tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Why are you so obsessed with my fucking girlfriend, Jada?” His voice cuts through the tension like a blade, catching her off guard for just a second. She falters, her posture stiffening at the unexpected challenge.

“This is clearly between you and me, so leave Y/n out of it,” Rafe continues, his tone sharp and unwavering. He steps closer, his expression darkening with warning. “You got a problem with me? Fine. But don’t drag her into whatever this is.”Jada’s eyes flash with frustration, her lips tightening as she struggles to maintain her composure.

She clearly wasn’t expecting Rafe to call her out so directly, and the protectiveness in his voice stings more than she wants to admit. “You think you can just blow me off like I’m nothing?” she hisses, her voice trembling slightly. “I see how you look at her, how you act like she’s so perfect, like she’s better than everyone else.” There’s a bitterness in her words, a jealousy she’s no longer able to hide.

Rafe raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “If you think this is about anything more than your own jealousy, you’re delusional,” he says bluntly. His tone is calm, almost amused, as if he’s thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm. “If you’ve got some fantasy that I ever wanted anything to do with you, that’s on you, not me.”

“Get over yourself. I don’t want you, and I never fucking did,” Jada opens her mouth, clearly intending to argue, but no words come out. For a moment, she’s frozen, her face a mixture of shock and hurt, as if she never expected him to be so blunt. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable. Rafe leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a lazy air of indifference. He knows he’s won.

“Why don’t you take your little jealousy trip somewhere else?” he says with a bored tone, as if she were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His words only fuel her fury, but he doesn’t care—he’s already dismissed her in his mind. Jada’s fists tremble at her sides, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

She glares at him one last time before spinning on her heel and storming off, her heels clicking angrily against the floor. Alice glances at Rafe for a moment, but she’s smart enough not to say anything. She shoots Rafe a scowl that could cut through steel, her frustration evident. “Leave Y/n alone. Don’t test me,” Rafe warns, his tone lowering to a menacing growl.

There’s no way he’ll allow them to interfere in your life, not when they’re so clearly motivated by envy. Alice opens her mouth, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitates, measuring the threat in his eyes. After a moment, she seems to reconsider, her expression darkening with resignation. With a heavy sigh, she shakes her head and turns on her heel, hastily following Jada down the hallway. Rafe watches them go, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

[silouvertongues]

keep seeing videos of zayn AI with desi songs and it makes me wanna kill myselfffff

[fairycosmos]

its so frustrating how difficult it is to get employed rn,, ive sent like thousands of applications since agust of last year and none of them called me back, even went to an interview and it went great only for them to not call me back 😭 im dying, i need a job but no one is hiring wtfffff!!! !

goddddddd fucking tell me about it. even though my current job is toxic as fuck im dreading when the temp contract runs out and im back in the job hunt. i've tried really hard to adapt this mindset of like detachment when it comes to interviews and stuff because honestly most of the time you could be the perfect candidate and they''ll still ghost you. the job market is LITERALLY impossible rn and even the most qualified people are struggling so pleaseeee i know it's easier said than done but try to practice the skill of not taking it personally. and it is a skill like it will take time and patience to build up the mindset and that thick skin but it is possible. anyway a lot of places just put out ads to see what's out there with no intention of hiring or put out ads even though they're hiring internally/ already have a person in mind for the role........and atp most places are looking for someone with two degrees and 10 yrs experience and 30 different skillsets who can juggle the responsibilites of 5 different titles all under one entry level position for absolute minimum pay.......it is utter madness !! obviously it's a good idea to reflect on each interview and try to like optimise how you present yourself to the interviewer but most of the time it's just good timing and luck when they actually pick you. nothing to do with your abilities or who you are!! wishing you all the luck in the world on your job search, totally understand how crushing it is x

job interview guide / thread of real job interview tips

[kimsunos]

Vampire sunoo with a s/o that has a biting kink

ALL MINE ☆ SUNOO SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+ CONTENT)

in which you have a biting kink your vampire boyfriend didn't know about.

tags: afab!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, vampire!sunoo, mentions of blood, biting kink, praising, breeding.

words: 800

a/n: sorry for the delay as i said i'm coping with a lot of mental health issues but i love to write so im not abandoning here! this is very short but i liked how it turned out so im posting as an actual smut anyways thank you guys for waiting 💗🪽

he's thrusting deep and hitting every place, doing so well for you, making you feel so full. his hands are feeling your body desperately, trying to memorize your curves and lines, as if you were to disappear any second now. "beautiful." he says with adoring eyes as his mouth finds your exposed neck after abusing your lips until they got all red and swollen, kissing and licking the area.

he was hungry, starving for you, it was impossible to control himself if you kept clenching and milking his dick that way. he needed to make you completely his right now by his own will, because soon the switch would flip and only the animalistic instincts were going to take over his body.

he playfully bites the skin of your neck, gently, just to test the waters, afraid he might scare you. he was expecting a gasp of pain, surprise, even a giggle because he knows how necks are sensitive and everything tickles. he was really expecting anything, anything but the sinful, lustful, depraved pleasure moan you let out.

he stopped moving, eyes widening. "what was that, princess?" a smirk slowly creeping up his face. your cheeks got red and your face hot.

"i'm sorry." you said, avoiding eye contact, using your hands to cover your face. "it was nothing, keep moving, please." he only devilishly grined and raised an eyebrow, his sharp fangs showing. "pleaseeee, sun, just move." you whined, embarrassed.

"oh, dear…" you could hear a smile in his voice. "if it was nothing, i guess we should just keep going, right?" he kissed your neck in the same spot he bit earlier and continued his movements. it was good, obviously, but there was something missing, that pain that hurts so good, enough to make you feel stars.

and missing it so badly, you start to cry out of frustration. so desperately wanting again the alluring sensation of his teeth on your skin. you wanted to feel how much would his fangs sink, if he would have mercy or not, you needed to know and to feel it over and over.

"darling? why are you crying?" he says with a pout, feigning sympathy, lazily thrusting back and forth. he absolutely knows what you're up to.

"sunoo-" you whimper, reaching to cup his face with your hands. your eyes are shining with the tears. "sunoo, please." you look so defenseless. "do it again." he smirked as you said it.

"do what, my dear?" he knows what. but he needs to make you beg for what you want before caving in. you breathe, searching for courage.

"bite me." your voice went out in a whisper as you begged.

he smiled, really brightly.

"as you wish." devouring your neck with wet kisses and continuing his work with his hips, quicker this time.

"oooh, oh my god." you moaned as you finally felt his fangs sinking into your skin. the pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming, making you cross your legs around him, pulling him even closer. you craved more. "bite me more, sunoo. bite me again, please. bite me." you chanted as in a spell and he sank his teeth even more, feeding on your blood.

you could hear him moaning too, the sounds of your own moans and the skin slapping blending together. just like you, he was close to his release.

"delicious." he said, lifting his head from your neck, using the back of his hand to clean the blood staining his plump lips red. "you're all mine now, y/n." his foxy eyes devouring you entirely, and his voice trembling. "a-all mine. all mine. i can't- believe, you're finally all mine." his thrusts started to get even more desperate and messy, hitting your core amazingly as you were so sensitive in your entire body. the two bruises on your neck were stinging so good just adding to the pleasure. "my p-perfect princess, finally mine, right?"

"ooh, s-sunoo, yes, i- am."

"i'm- i'm going to stuff you full, my darling." he panted. "going to be- ah, dripping for days. so full of me, right?" you could only moan at his obscene remarks. "mine. forever." he said as his cum painted your walls white, filling you up, you following right after.

sunoo collapsed on top of you, his cold skin gently warming up because of your human heat. he loved to feel your heart beating, so full of blood and life.

"sun." you said.

"hm?"

"can i bite you?"

© kimsunos, 2023.

[tinyidle]

Can You Please - JWY

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: based some thoughts of perv!wooyoung wanting a favor out of you, and he needs is your body and words of affirmation...

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: wooyoung x fem!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: comedy (if you squint), slice of life, smut

𝘈𝘜/𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰: established relationship, perv!wooyoung who's horny amd knows you're available

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.13k words

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: consenual perversion, slight mention of menstruation (nothing happens dw), praise, fondling(f!self-administered), descriptive masturbation (m!self-administered/f!joi), slight manhandling (literally one smack), small brattiness/brattaming, switch!wooyoung, switch!reader, fiction ofc ofc

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: M for mature, mdni ofc

𝘈/𝘕: FIRST ATEEZ FIC POST OF 2024🎉 i made this in an hour, so please bear with me. 3rd submission to @wonderlandnet

i imagine wooyoung being so infatuated with you and your body that, even in his horniest days, all he needs to do is think of you and he nuts his shorts (lol). today, you're here and available for him to get off to. however, you're on your cycle, preventing him from getting his way fully as you get too tired and moody on your first few days to even hug him.

he was at his wits end, unfortunately. he just needed to wait one more day before he can at least ask you to suck him off, but your ass is perched up on the bed so perfectly. just looking at it gets him hard and vulnerable to cum. but it's not enough. his hand will have to do, but it's still not enough. he needs you.

"uhh, babe?" he quietly calls out for you as you look up from your phone and pause the show you were watching to peer over your shoulder. wooyoung makes himself looks small and pliant, meaning he wants something from you. you know him so well.

"what do you want, woo?" you ask in an annoyed tone. he clearly should have left you alone, but if not now then he'd die from blue balls, he swears by it.

swallowing his dignity and chance of life, he carefully asks, "can you hike your ass some more so i an jerk off to it?"

your eyes widen before turning completely around, sitting cross-legged with an almost comical shock expression on your face. "wooyoung!"

"what?"

you shake your head in disbelief. "you can wait a few more hours when im in the mood to suck you off."

that made wooyoung's own orbs widen as he was told to wait. he frantically rushed towards your smaller frame and held your waist like a child would their mother's leg! "pleaseeee, noooo! i can't wait any longer! im so hard it hurts, and if i don't get off now ill possibly die."

you tut and suck your teeth at his whining. "you won't die. your dick will just soften and make you uncomfortable."

"that'll still hurt!" he protests.

"no it won't," you quip back.

the frustrated man sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while trying to find the proper analogy to explain his problem to you. "look, it's like when your clit throbs during the horny days of your period, but i can't touch you there. do you not get needy then?"

sighing in return, you slowly nodded, understanding his struggle a bit too well. "okay, what do you want me to do?"

mentally thanking the heavens, he carefully pulls his painful erection out and instructs you, "lay back on your stomach."

you nodded and did as told. the quick image of your boyfriend's cock was a sight to behold, and if you took a closer and longer look on the way his vein were jutting out from the girth of him, you would have opted to suck him off.

"good girl," wooyoung praises, his hand starting to gather up the copious amounts of precum that was already forming at the tip. he was extremely needy, and you fulfilling his needs like this was getting him a bit too excited.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd plural culture is PLEASEEEE can the new headmate be another symptom holder cuz rn im like the only one who even admits we have it…. its so fucking frustrating can i please just have someone else here who fucking gets it - 🕷️🎀

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[dollcherray]

I LUV UR ACC THEME SO MUCH!!💗🎀

I was wondering if you could do tadc x piano player 😋🙏 maybe morute too? plays a lot of songs by people like Bambi Baker, Cosy St. Jean, and Nicole Dollanganger:3 (totally not projecting…)

Erm I’m a gay bitch so pref femme characters pleaseeee🕷️

♡ ๋࣭ ⭑PERVERTED ₊˚⊹♡

۶ৎ POMNI, RAGATHA AND GANGLE X MORUTE READER ۶ৎ

ᶻz Notes: Hey boo! Ty for the compliment <3 only did for these three because i hc zooble as non binary, so i did the canon girls 🫦 kind of short because im in a hurry to go study 😭😭😭 i apologize dearly.

♡ Type: Romantic, Fluff, Headcanons.

๋࣭ ⭑Song: Perverted - Elita

۶♡ৎ RAGATHA ๋࣭ ⭑

۶ৎ Ragatha is a optimistic person, so she would naturally try to compliment any hobbie you have, doesn't matter how strange or creepy it is, expect lots of compliments directed at your playing piano hobbie.

۶ৎ She would find your style a little bit disconcerting cuz of the "creepy" vibe it gives, but she deals with it for you <3 however... its kind of hard for her to compliment it sometimes, but she tries!

۶ৎ Ragatha LOVES when you play your piano, can be for her or not she would appreciate how you play it, would probably fall in love with you again in moments like these, Ragatha is a hopeless romantic bro.

۶ৎ Finds your musical taste... unique, for lack of a better word, she doesn't really identifies with it but would try to listen to you rambling about them so she could try and discuss with you about it. (she secretly find the lyrics or the music's beat creepy sometimes...)

۶ৎ If you offer to do her outfit and makeup she would hesitate to accept at first, but how can she say no to you looking at her like a dramatic puppy? she eventually gives in. (omg morute Ragatha 🫦)

۶ৎ Play some of her favorite musics and she will go ballistic (in a positive way) she would be so happy that Ragatha will probably dance while you play <3

۶ৎ Is really fond of the idea of asking you to teach it but would go against it since she doesn't think she would be very talented.

۶ৎ Overall: shes kind of "scared" but supportive!

"You look so cute today honey!"

﹏ GANGLE ꒰͡ ͜ ı ͜ ͡꒱

๋࣭ ⭑ Oh my stars.

๋࣭ ⭑ She absolutely adores you and your style, i headcanon Gangle to be an art person so she really likes your hobby, so im allowed to say for you to expect her complimenting EVERYTHING about you when she is with her happy mask, but when she is with the sad one Gangle will be more shy about it </3

๋࣭ ⭑ Kinda like Ragatha's reaction when you're playing the piano, only difference is that she would probably sometimes drift to sleep when you play it, she finds it soothing.

๋࣭ ⭑So yeah, Gangle would probably ask you to play your piano when she cant catch a glimpse of sleep, just play anything, she doesn't really care what you play, she just enjoys seeing you play and have fun with your instrument.

๋࣭ ⭑I think she would be more fond of your style than Ragatha would be and more comfortable when complimenting it, she would straight up say you look like a living doll.

๋࣭ ⭑Gangle would continue to curse her own digital body out because she wouldn't be able to let you dress her in your style (Frustrated Gangle screeching.mp4) but will be happy if you put a little ribbon on her mask.

๋࣭ ⭑She would want you to teach her how to play piano, i dont make the rules (i do) so she could play for you<333 imagine you two playing together your favorite songs.

๋࣭ ⭑ Supportive and loving 🫶🏼😭

"I really love you and your unique traits..."

・❥・POMNI ✮⋆˙

♡ Probably the most nervous and shy of them all, is really supportive but has way more trouble showing it than the other two, even if she doesn't really identify to your style of clothing.

♡ Finds your musical taste peculiarly peaceful, i feel like she would occasionally ask you to play it for her, probably would like Bambi Baker more.

♡ Really applauds your ability to play the piano since she knows that the average person takes 7 years to learn so you have to put alot of effort and patience into it and it honestly makes you more attractive to her how you have such a beautiful hobby.

♡ She doesn't really like the idea of you dressing her but Pomni says yes anyways when you ask her to please you (people pleaser) and then would continue to not dislike it when your done dressing her.

♡ Wouldnt have the patience to learn the piano 😭 sorry gurl but she would almost smash the piano in the 7th try due to nervousness 😔🙏🏼

♡ Pomni could listen to you rambling about your favorite singers but her short attention spam would not allow it 😿

“H-hey nice... um... hair?”

[alovesongtheywrote]

can we pleaseeee have a pt.2 to nightmare academia bc THOSE TWO HAVE SO MUCH TENSION???!!!!!

♥ Summary:  abso-fucking-lutely you can. here's reid's proper response to the typewriter incident(s) [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: discussions of sex, but no actual smut. arguing. spencer's a little mean, but shit, so's the reader. crim and psych facts. this is another 1000 words of the reader being a brat and reid losing his cool over it

♥ A/N: i still don't know when this is. if you have ideas, lmk, but again, im thinking it's right after s9.

♥ Word Count: 1646

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Yeah, so, about three weeks later, your students started breaking down again. You had to wonder if Dr. Reid was actually some sort of closet sadist who enjoyed watching his students break down. You tried to shake that thought from your head. He had been an FBI agent, after all!

If he was a sadist, he wouldn’t have left the FBI.  

You reached your sobbing student quota of seven faster this time- though in at least one instance, the student apologized for Reid.

“He’s a good professor,” they said, curling up in a hard plastic chair that was not meant to be curled up in, “He’s just really bad at technology.”

You couldn’t help but agree. The students you had in common with Reid were incredibly insightful when they spoke in class- specifically on topics that the doctor would have touched on. Despite that, you could only have so many students come to you on the brink of collapse without doing something about it.

So. You brought the typewriter out again.

-

Spencer had tried to do the whole laptop thing. He really had. However, when the time came for one of his classes to submit an assignment, half of that class presented him with links to Google Documents that he couldn’t access. And this was after he requested PDFs!

After a weekend of writing emails, making repeated calls to Penelope Garcia, and lying facedown on the couch trying to fight off a migraine, Reid gave up on the technology thing. He banished laptops from his classroom once more. He told himself he just wouldn’t let the typewriter bother him. He wouldn’t let you bother him. At least, you wouldn’t bother him as much as emails did.

Then he got to class.

“So, when we look at externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“As the name would suggest-” 

Click, click, click, click, click.

“These are the issues that manifest externally-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“Maladaptive behaviours caused by externalizing disorders impact the environment-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“While internalizing disorders do not, generally, cause crime-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“Externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, ding!

“Son of a bitch-!”

Reid’s students watched as their usually composed professor began to fray at the edges. His long fingers ran through his hair, messing up his already messy curls. He ignored the way some strands landed in front of his eyes- how could he pay attention to that? He was too focused on not screaming in frustration. Reid pulled off his cardigan almost forcefully and threw it on his chair. His body felt too warm, his skin a prison and his ribs a furnace. He crossed his arms, bringing one hand up to press his fingers against his brow.  

He stood like that for a few moments, catching his breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t supposed to let you get to him.  

When Spencer tried to profile you, he saw a respected professional who genuinely cared about their students- so much so that you went out of your way to interfere with his classroom policies. He didn’t know why you cared so much. Most professors wanted to see their students succeed to a degree, but you seemed to have it out for him, specifically.  

Maybe it was his anti-tech policies. Maybe it was just something about him.  Spencer knew he was a difficult person to be around. You wouldn’t be the first person who couldn’t stand him because of things that were just intrinsic parts of his being. You definitely wouldn’t be the first person to be annoyed by him. Whatever it was, he was going to figure it out- even if he had to return to your office to do it.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Returning to externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click. DING.

You were going to be the death of Spencer Reid.

-

That evening, you caught Reid just outside your office, typewriter held aloft in his arms. You didn’t try to get the door for him.

“Well, hello Doctor Reid! Is there anything I can help you with?”

Reid didn’t bother with pleasantries. He got right to the point, “Why are you doing this?”

You played dumb- it was one of your favourite things to play, “Whatever do you mean, Doctor? I’m just supplying my students with the tools they need to learn. Do you have a problem with that?”

Reid pulled his lips together and frowned. He looked a little bit like a frog- or perhaps a sad chipmunk. You refused to admit that the exasperated expression on his face was kind of cute.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know you’re smarter than this. What could you possibly stand to gain from irritating me incessantly?”

“Why don’t you profile me about it, FBI guy?” you raised your eyebrows, very clearly mocking his previous line of work as you relaxed against the door.

“Okay,” Reid grit his teeth, re-adjusting his grip on the typewriter. If you wanted to play this game, he would play, “You’re irritating me out of a strange mix of genuine concern for your students, and what appears to be a desperate need for attention. Maybe your parents didn’t focus on you enough during your childhood. Maybe you feel inferior in your work, so you’re taking it out on me. Either way, it’s kind of sad.”

Your eyes narrowed. A vein in your jaw twitched. Your mouth turned downward into a scowl as you tried very hard to pretend that you didn’t feel just a little inferior in your work. And hey, even if you did, that had nothing to do with this. He was wrong- not entirely- but enough to keep you steady.  

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

“For a profiler, that was a pretty shit assessment. What I stand to gain isn’t attention. If I wanted your attention, I would have it. What I gain is a student body that’s further than two inches from collapse,” you leaned back against the door again, keeping him out and forcing him to keep the typewriter in his arms.

“What about you, Doctor?” you hissed, “What could you possibly stand to gain from murdering your students by way of lead poisoning?”

“Lead hasn’t been used in the creation of pencils since 1978, and the amount of lead paint a person could ingest by chewing the paint off a pencil wouldn’t be lethal. Try harder.”

“‘Try harder,’ he tells me. Fine. You aren’t a sadist and you aren’t going for mass murder by way of pencil.  Maybe you’re just a huge asshole, but if you were, that reputation would precede you. I’m out of ideas, so just tell me.  Why stop with the tech? It looked like it was working.”

“It wasn’t, not that that’s your business,” Reid adjusted his stance, trying to take a defensive stance without dropping the typewriter, “And how do you know I’m not a sadist? That’s a pretty big inference considering we’ve only worked together for a few months.”

“If you were a sadist, you would’ve stayed in the position that gave you the most power over other people. University professor is not that position.”

Reid went silent for a second. Then, to your surprise, he gave you a straight answer, “The laptops worked until I assigned a paper. I received broken links, inaccessible files, and a migraine.”

You paused, squinting at him slightly, “It was Google Docs, wasn’t it? They all sent in links to Google Docs?”

Reid paused, tilting his head like a confused puppy. What a fucking asshole, looking so fucking adorable while being a huge dick. Maybe that was on you. You had to stop comparing him to cute things.

“How did you know?”

“Because college kids have the capacity for massive stupidity. Did you specify what format you wanted?”

“Of course I did, I’m a professional.”

“Uh-huh,” you didn’t seem to believe him, “Well, even if you did, some of your students are gonna fuck it up.”

“How?! I stated it multiple times-!”

“Well, forgive the rest of the world for not having IQs in the thousands and eidetic memories. Some of us forget things, Professor.”

“It’s 187.”

“Excuse me?”

“My IQ, it’s 18-”

“Anyone who actually tries to measure intelligence with IQ is fucking unintelligent, and not worth my time. Give me my typewriter and get out of my office.”

“We aren’t in your office.”

“Give me! My typewriter! And get out! Of my office!!”

When he still didn’t move, you seized the typewriter from him and hissed, “Out!! Away with you now!! Don’t make me bite you, because I swear to god-”

Reid put his hands up in surrender, stepping back and heading down the hallway. The second you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Emails were a no-go, but a call? That he could manage.

“Hey, Garcia? I need you to do a background check on someone for me… what? No, this isn’t about the PDFs! I need everything you have on Professor (Y/N) (L/N).”

-

Meanwhile, across town in a bar that just so happened to be very popular with college kids, a certain group of students sat.  This group had one major thing in common- they shared two specific professors.

“So, profs (L/N) and Reid are fucking, right?”

“If they aren’t already, they will be soon enough.  Did you see him lose it over the typewriter in class today?  He said an actual swear.  Fucking nuts.”

“That was kind of hot, I’ll be honest.”

“It was- but I’ll bet you anything that (L/N) tops.”

“You’re a degenerate.  I’ll bet ten on those odds.”

[httpiastri]

hi yes i have been summoned! i've followed her for a while now, so i may be able to fill some gaps on the info for anyone who would like to know!

she's 21 and a law student, and also friends with a few f3/2 drivers because if i remember correctly she was neighbors with zak o'sullivan and have been friends since they were kids. i'm not sure if she's still dating franco, but they were dating around his win in the british gp since she made a couple of tiktoks wearing his podium cap after he left gb.

he stopped liking her posts around her birthday (early september), which was weird because he was pretty active on her account, usually commenting on every post. this led to the breakup allegations which seem to be true. he still follows her tho and so does ollie + a few more drivers.

now personally i think its too early to jump to conclusions just because of an alleged insta story, but PLEASEEEE dont be mean to this girl just because she might be dating ollie bearman. we do NOT. need another charles situation. as far as we know this girl did nothing wrong and just happens to live a life where meeting drivers is commonplace.

hi love !! thank you for your very quick and detailed answer 🥰🥰

glad to hear that she’s 21 and not 28, idk why someone said that 😭 but ahhh i see, very interesting 🤭 no yeah im with you, it’s definitely very early to assume things, but im not surprised that so many ollie fans are going crazy lol. fan-favorites like ollie are always gonna have delusional fans who get furious over their faves having girlfriends, but it’s so frustrating…. like please, this girl is making him happy and he’s very capable of making his own decisions, just support them please 😭 she did nothing wrong, she’s just a young girl trying to live her life

[selfspinninglies]

sorry for the wall of text waughfh….im awful at being concise and I talk a lot but I seriously am fed up of people failing to reblog posts time and time again. like it takes zero effort. it doesn’t matter if it “ruins my blogs aesthetic” or whatever that is. its Your blog, do what you want with it. no one will care (/lh)! you like something, chances ar ethe people youve surrounded yourself with will also like it….franchement these people…..

ITS FINE ‼️‼️ I actually really liked your addition because it really is like that and it's just soooo frustrating and demotivating for myself and many others hell I've been discouraged with posting art lately because it feels like nobody gives a shit because nobody spreads it or says anything and it isn't like it's a one time thing because if it was I wouldn't care as much but it is every . single. time . clicking a button helps artists so fucking much it's effortless and yet nobody seems to be capable it's so frustrating . You clicked the like button you can do the same with the other one pleaseeee

[rk800-is-hot-change-my-mind]

Beg for Permission

Relationship: Gavin Reed/Nines (RK900)

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Nonbinary Upgraded Connor | RK900, Dirty Talk, Bladder Control, Watersports, Wetting, reed900’s piss kink, Dom Nines, Sub Gavin, that’s right Gavin pisses himself again, I just can’t help myself, Ass-Eating, Spit as Lube, but it’s android spit so it’s fine, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Cum Eating, Aftercare 

Summary: Gavin has to ask Nines first every time he wants to use the bathroom while Nines, for whatever reason, just will not stop bringing him refreshments. It’s almost like his partner wants him to piss himself, but surely they would never plan for something like that to happen!

A/N: Nonbinary Nines returns! They use they/them pronouns, and words used for their sex characteristics are: cock and dick (kind of an underwhelming reveal but trust me they fuck for a WHILE)

Word Count: 2,352

AO3

Gavin’s car beeped as he and Nines crossed the DPD parking lot. For once, Gavin was in a chipper mood, because Nines had bought him a large order of his favorite coffee on the way to work, and he knew exactly what that meant: today was a holding day. 

He was already somewhat worked up, trying to mask his blush and giddy smile to seem like his usually cynical, bored self. Plopping down in his chair, Gavin turned on his terminal and got to work. 

—

As the day progressed, Nines brought Gavin coffee after coffee accompanied by water after water, excusing the excessive number of drinks as simply feeding their partner’s caffeine addiction and keeping him hydrated. 

Two hours and three cups of each drink later, Gavin started to feel the effects of having so much fluid in his system. He shifted in place, trying to relieve the slight pressure of his filling bladder, and pulled out his phone to text Nines (a requirement of holding days). 

gav > can i pls piss 

gav > i really gotta go 

tin can > No. 

Gavin felt a rush go through him, smiling down at his lover’s response before getting back to work. 

—

After another three hours and four cups of water, Gavin had his legs crossed under his desk, teeth gritted and thighs clenched as his belt cut into his now-swollen bladder. He was half-hard and unable to focus on anything other than holding in the torrent he knew was on its way. 

gav > my hands are shaking like crazy

gav > 9s idk if i can do this

tin can > You can, and you will. 

gav > kinky bastard

tin can > You seem to forget that, although this was initially my idea, it took absolutely no convincing to get you on board. 

gav > can i pleaseeee just go??

tin can > No.

A few heads turned his way, having heard Gavin’s groan of frustration. Downing his last cup of water, he masked the noise as his usual hatred of paperwork. All Gavin could do was try to look busy, typing different variations of, “i am soooo working and definitely dont HATE MY PARTNER >:((,” before looking up to see Nines glaring at him, who evidently saw it on their shared document. 

—

Half an hour of passive aggressive to downright slanderous comments on their documents had passed when Gavin’s phone buzzed with a new message from the main antagonist of his life (also known as Nines). 

tin can > You know, insulting me isn’t going to get you to the bathroom any sooner. 

gav > ughhhh youre the worst

tin can > That’s no better. 

gav > yk maybe i wouldnt be so rude if you would just let me go piss

gav > i feel like im gonna explode

tin can > Quit being dramatic; you’re fine. You can hold it. 

Gavin put his phone back on his desk, drumming his fingers and trying his hardest to keep the floodgates shut and locked. 

—

Ten minutes passed, and he’d continued his efforts to hold everything in, but to no avail. Suddenly, Gavin felt a few drops leak out of his fully hardened dick, finally having reached his limit. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his thighs together and willing it to stop, and luckily it did. Soon, though, hopes and prayers wouldn’t be able to tide him over. 

gav > 9s i swear to god i will piss myself RIGHT HERE if you dont let me go NOW

tin can > Fine. I suppose I wouldn’t want you making a mess of yourself. 

tin can > Not here, anyway. 

Somewhat relieved, Gavin turned his chair to get up. His phone buzzed again.  

tin can > Did I say you could leave?

With a huff, Gavin sat back down. Ignoring his glare, Nines came around to Gavin’s side of their shared desk and sat on the edge. 

“Gavin, you don’t look so well,” Nines said, feigning concern. 

“I wonder why,” Gavin muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. 

“I think it’s in your best interest to leave early. Here, I’ll drive you home,” Nines suggested (though Gavin could tell it wasn’t a choice). 

The second he stood, however, he felt his cock dribble, wetting the front of his boxers; he immediately sat back down. His face must’ve turned beet red, because Nines’ look softened and they helped him up to his feet, slinging one of his arms over their shoulder for support and walking him slowly out of the precinct. 

To Gavin’s surprise, instead of going to his car, Nines steered him to the back-alley behind the precinct, just out of sight from prying eyes. As they rounded the corner to their final destination, Gavin doubled over, holding his groin and groaning as his bladder spasmed and ached for release. 

“Ni-i-i-i-nes,” the detective croaked. 

“I know, my love, just a bit longer for me,” Nines cooed. “You’re doing so well.”

In a blink, Nines pushed Gavin against the wall next to them and pressed their lips to his. He was trapped between them and the hard surface to his back, his hips held in place by his partner’s large hands and his bladder groaning as Nines ground into him, their height putting their cock right against it. 

“Ha-a-ah-” Gavin gasped, putting every fiber of his being into keeping everything inside him. It was incredibly difficult to focus with Nines shoving their tongue into his mouth, stealing the air from his lungs; another roll of their hips coaxed a few more drops out of him, finally dampening his jeans. The android must’ve heard the whimper he let out, because they instantly started palming at his very prominent bulge, squeezing it as they felt a small leak soak through and moaning softly into his mouth before pulling away to let Gavin breathe. 

“I don’t remember giving you permission to go,” Nines scolded. 

“I-I’m sorry,” their boyfriend stammered, furrowing his brow with the effort it took to stop. 

Nines stared down at him for a moment, most likely considering his punishment. One moment, they had him firmly in place with his back to the wall, and the next, Gavin’s face was squished against it, his legs kicked apart and his ass pushed out against Nines’ pelvis. The surprise of it all forced another spurt of piss out of him, and Gavin whimpered again. His partner took a moment just to feel him, running their hands up his chest, squeezing his tits, and pinching his nipples before moving down his sides to his waist. Nines brought them around to press on his swollen bladder, reveling in the moans they pulled out of him, all before unbuckling his belt and slipping the button out of his jeans, bucking their hips into his ass at the sigh of relief he let out.

Putting an end to the teasing, the android hooked the long fingers of one hand under the waistband of Gavin’s jeans and circled those of the other hand around the base of his cock to keep him from letting go – in any capacity – before he was allowed to. When it was clear Gavin wouldn’t lose control any time soon, Nines slowly pulled his pants to his ankles and dropped to their knees with them, groaning at the sight of their boyfriend’s plush ass. A yelp turned into a whine as Gavin felt sharp teeth sink into it. 

Cutting right to the chase, Nines licked a long stripe from his taint up over his hole, which was fluttering with the effort of holding. Gavin let out a loud groan as they pushed their long tongue past the ring of tight muscle, thrusting in and out to lubricate the area with their artificial saliva. The android soon thrust a finger in with their tongue to little resistance, probing for his sweet spot and finding it almost immediately, before pushing in a second and scissoring the digits to stretch Gavin out. By the third finger, he was whining for Nines to hurry up, but his pleads fell on deaf ears. After all, they needed to make as much room as possible for their dick; even with the prep, it would inevitably be just a little bit too big. 

Gavin was nothing but a squirming mess, just barely grasping what little dignity he had left, panting with the effort of holding for this long. All of a sudden, Nines stopped and stood up behind him, still clasping the base of his length. 

“I’m going to let go of your dick now, and you’re going to continue to hold it. We wouldn’t want you wetting yourself, now would we?” Nines whispered in his ear. 

A sob racked Gavin’s body. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You can, and you will,” Nines responded sternly. Then, softer, “Color?”

“G-green,” Gavin stuttered. Nines simply responded with a kiss to the cheek and got to work unbuckling their belt and unbuttoning their pants. 

Unlike Connor, who wore underwear as a courtesy in case he somehow got pantsed during an investigation, Nines had a complete disregard for basic public decency. This proved incredibly convenient for their and Gavin’s very healthy sex life, just one less layer for them to remove when they were in the mood. The human knew better than to turn around when he heard the slick sounds of Nines stroking themself to full mast, despite his curiosity; it’d only put more pressure on his bladder, and that was the last thing he needed. 

The sound stopped, and Gavin felt the moist head of the android’s cock rub over his aching hole, slowly rocking the tip in and out. Fucking tease. After a few more passes, they finally pushed fully into him at a torturously slow pace until they bottomed out. Gavin’s rasped groans echoed through the alley as he took every inch, wincing when they pressed against his bladder from the inside. Nines let out soft moans in time with their boyfriend’s clenches, allowing him to adjust to their size. 

Within seconds, Nines’ patience ran out, and they began to slam into Gavin with no remorse. Taking enough force to bruise, another sob racked his body. His partner was strategically hitting his bladder with every thrust, and he wasn’t going to make it much longer. 

“Please, Nines, can I please piss? I’ll be so good, I promise, just please let me piss!” Gavin begged them. 

“Just a little longer, my love,” Nines promised. 

When the android ran a large hand from their boyfriend’s hip to lay over his bladder and pressed, Gavin’s control began to slip. He sprung a leak, piss running down his length in a slow stream, soaking into his boxers and the crotch of his jeans beneath him. Nines noticed almost immediately, and promptly punished him with a hard slap to the ass. In shock from the blow, the human let out a full spurt, which hit the brick wall in front of him.  

“Please!” Gavin sobbed. 

“Alright, you can let go, baby. You know I can’t resist when you beg,” Nines cooed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. They adjusted their aim to hit his prostate directly at an inhuman pace, and Gavin was done for. 

Finally, finally, he could release, and so he did. Gavin started pissing full-force, letting out a long, drawn-out groan with the satisfaction of both emptying his bladder and Nines pushing hard into his sweet spot. His cock bobbed with every thrust, rhythmically spraying onto the lower half of his shirt, splattering against the wall, soaking the cuffs of his jeans, showering over his shoes, and coming back again. 

“God, I fucking love your pretty noises, and the smell- drives my olfactory sensors wild, honey,” Nines groaned. “Shit, do you even know the things you do to me? Dear god, you’re so fucking good, love you so much- unh, Gavin!”

Nines swearing and moaning was just about the hottest thing Gavin ever heard. When his bladder was finally empty, the human was completely enveloped in pleasure. Pre was dripping down his dick into his underwear, and he was so close to cumming; all he needed was permission. 

“Mmph, love you and your cock! Ohh, fuck, Nines! Can I cum? Please, god, can I cum? Need it so fucking bad!”

“Go ahead baby, you’ve been so good for me,” Nines moaned. 

A deep groan echoed throughout the alley as Gavin came, the fluid hitting the wall and falling into the puddle of piss below, his hole spasming around the android’s length. Nines pressed flush against him and came deep inside him with a grunt, an arm wrapped around him and a hand on his hip squeezing with a bruising grip. 

Gavin could feel their hot breath against his shoulder as his lover turned on their internal fans so as not to overheat. When the two finally came down, Nines pulled out; Gavin could feel their synthetic cum dripping down his thighs. Two fingers dragged across his leaking entrance, and he looked back in time to catch the android sucking their fingers clean, his cock twitching weakly at the sight. Gavin pulled up his jeans and underwear in an unnecessary attempt at modesty. 

“Oh, goddamn it,” Gavin mumbled, having forgotten about the cum and piss that soaked the wall until he turned around and leaned against it. 

“It’s not like that’s going to make you any more of a mess than you already are, dear,” Nines chuckled, an amused look on their face. 

“Shit, I am kinda gross, aren’t I?” Gavin noticed. 

“Don’t worry, I planned for this,” they assured. After helping their boyfriend out of his clothes, the android pulled a sealed bag from a conveniently placed cardboard box nearby, taking a pack of wet wipes out for Gavin’s sticky skin. They tenderly wiped him down, then pulled out a soft change of clothes for him to put on, offering their arm to keep him steady. 

Once Gavin was ready to leave, Nines draped their jacket and an arm gently over his shoulders and walked him to their car, holding him close and making sure he knew just how much they loved him. 



A/N: This was a fun one! It’s been a month in the making and I’m very happy to have it finished. 

[cassyapper]

I'm sorry to hear you're sick! When I was sick (fairly recently) I thought about what Jotaro and Kakyoin would be like when they are sick and realized they'd probably be insufferable. Very "I'm not sick" they say, running a 100º/38º+ fever and struggling to breathe while coughing up a lung. Though I don't think they'd really do anything to get others sick like an ass. More of a "I'll continue doing strenuous things around the house when I should be resting" kind of thing.

Feel like they'd also be hypocritical about it so when the other is sick, they'd be very "You're just making it worse" and forcibly trying to make them rest. They're both somewhat aware they're being hypocritical, so neither calls the other out on it, or at least that's what I think.

I hope you get better soon!

PLEASEEEE WE'RE LITERALLY THE SAME YOU AND I I WAS THINKING THE SME FUCKING THING ABOUT LIKE "UGH IM SO SICK. I WONDER HOW KAKYOIN AND JOTARO WOULD BE WHILE THEY'RE SICK" AND CAME TO THE SAME CONCLUSION YOU GET ME LIKE NO ONE ELSE LMFAOOOOO

god i know kakyoin would be like. particularly bad when he gets sick cause he's very careful cause he has to take immunosuppressants cause of the organ transplants after dio, so when he does get sick he takes it as like a personal mistake like "i must have done something wrong fuck's sake" i can see him getting SO pissy. it frustrates jotaro SO much cause i bet you anything he has a mild case of nosophobia (fear of sickness) after the stand sickness debacle with holly so he's like "get to fucking bed now kakyoin fucking noriaki or i swear to fucking god" he threatens to drug his food kakyoin is like FINE! FINE! I'LL GO TO FUCKING BED and then he passes out for 38 hours (jotaro has to spoonfeed him soup and shit so he doesn't die of malnutrition while in his sickness comas)

meanwhile it's much the same when jotaro is sick. like i mentioned he has nosophobia so he just doesn't want to think about it ever when he can feel that tickle starting in his throat and i imagine he gets SOOO just like raw emotionally when it comes in fully. he's very upset and very needy but he hates that he's needy so he tries to cover it and it is EXHAUSTING to deal with but kakyoin will deal with it because that's his friend. he tends not to leave jotaro alone during those times esp cause jotaro i feel like is prone to some fucked fever dreams so he's just always watching over him to ensure jotaro doesn't panic once he's awake and hurts himself. thank god for long distance stands. uh but yeah. jotaro always bitches about the soup being too spicy and it's making his nose run and kakyoin is like "that's the POINT BITCH IT'S SUPPOSED TO CLEAR YOUR SINUSES NOW BLOW YOUR NOSE" sillay sillay

anon thank u so much for the well wishes and sending this in I'm so grateful i could kiss you. i am feeling much better than like even just 12 hours ago but i might take another day off school just to ensure i am healthy...

[ankhisms]

god i really do not want to be an asshole and ive gone out of my way to try and be encouraging to my castmates bc i always try to do that and try my best to be a good actor to be working with but its getting to be. concerning how all of the leads dont know their lines like at all. like we could barely get to the second act today because all the leads keep having to be fed their lines and i want to be fair to them bc theyre nice and theyre genuinely good actors but its like guys... we were supposed to be off book last monday.. please.... also just is weird to me because whenever ive been the lead in a show theres been times where ive had more lines and monologues than this play and i still put a lot of effort into getting off book and knowing my lines and blocking so its just like. guys if youre the lead you should be doing better than this. i feel bad for our director she seemed really stressed out and frustrated bc of this. but again these people are nice people and good actors its just confusing and like guys pleaseeee. and again i would never like be an asshole to them or say something snarky or anything bc thats just shitty and im cheering everyone on and telling them that thwy can do it because tuey can i believe in them but its still a little weird

[metallteeff]

i am going to be personal bewareeeeee

this one is going to be brief but i am so so so torn on seeking on autism diagnosis. i’m very sure i have it and im so sure because i think it’s level 2 (i think that’s the new system). but i really don’t want to have a record of that and being trans. because both will eventually be documented if i get a diagnosis. but it’s like ohhhhhh my god. there’s just certain things i actually can’t do but i have have a sheet of paper to wave around so people can listen to me and help me. but it’s hard to mask things like really obviously physical autistic atttributes if that makes sense. like my posture and how i stim is not very easy to mask its like fucking punching my fists and gnawing on shit.

this is also just me being like damn i feel a little left out in autism discussions sometimes because i feel like a lot of conversations revolve around the social obstacles with autism but i have so many social obstacles bc of the physical strangeness i have. idk. that’s not so much something im mad at but it’s like hard to be not autistic so then getting to talk about autism is nice but then it’s like god i’m even weird in autism groups pleaseeee

luckily i have like beautiful wonderful friends and mutuals and people are really nice to me at work but, speaking as if i were diagnosed w level 2 autism by this point, this type of autism literally also kind of ruined my life because i was just really “weird” or “strange”. like that’s the label i got for it as a kid by teachers and peers and my family. and that label has always meant “you don’t go here and you won’t ever go here”. and with the middle ground nature of level 2 autism it’s just kind of a perpetual state im in. i just always feel to wrong for a situation. it’s not at the same level it was when i was a kid but ohhh my god. it as a whole is so frustrating. i love being autistic and i love my special interests and they are so fun to engage with and i am so happy when people listen to me but it’s such an infuriating thing to deal with especially when you have regular meltdowns (and then have to make over them because you are expected to be ‘normal’ at this point). and like. punching head banging stim. and when you are physically can’t talk autism and not cute autism it just feels so hard to do anything ohhhh my god

[shinshoyu]

//vent

i hhhhate how many things just keep going wrong in my LIFE like PLEASEEEE

everyone piles up on me all at the same time and i'm never mad about what i actually should be mad about i get mad about the things that shouldn't matter as much as they do like my microphone not being perfect or my headphones only liking one port on my laptop.

im just so tired of being angry all the time and idk maybe im trying to project it onto mediocre things so the big things can be dealt with and not snapped about but i snap about the little things that it's not even worth snapping over and im just. im tired

i almost started crying because my expensive headphones and my expensive microphone don't work or sound the way i want them to and it's just upsetting me so much. and it's not even a big deal because yknow what? so what! fucking sell the shit and get better shit! what's the issue with that? oh is ir because you're an egotistical little bitch who believes they're above selling things to get better things? fucking hell.

not to mention what im really frustrated about are people and school and i don't want to be upset about either of those things but i cant stop being angry abt them and it's like fuck just shut UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

i try to make myself feel better and it gets worse and it makes me angrier and i think hanging out with people will help because it gets me out of my self depreciating moods but it serves to turn those negative emotions into different negative emotions that i bottle up because it's not appropriate to deal with them the way i feel i need to and it's just UGH

i just want people to shut the fuck UP your voices grind on my gears and remind me of horrible times in my life and you talk about your life that you barely have because of how fucking chronically online you are and you boast about all your fucking mental illnesses but it doesn't give you an excuse to not be courteous to others. ok yeah sure you're autistic well so am i and i'm still a nice fucking person. i cant even get a word in because you fucking assholes keep talking about things that make me want to die and if i speak up about it your ass pins any type of hatred you can on me. i don't fucking CARE what mental illnesses you have or what religion you follow or what color your fucking skin is i don't give a flying fuck about those things. what i fucking care about is keeping myself stable and safe and i cant do that when you accuse me of hatred for SETTING A BOUNDARY. i am SCARED to speak up for myself because the second i do i am attacked and i KNOW you would do the same thing.

like if you join a vc full of people in a completely separate server who aren't a part of your other servers or anything like that, should you really just be talking about what happened in your other vc? it's just the two of you talking. it's like you're fucking debriefing and the rest of us, or at least i, don't want to fucking hear it. i don't want to hear about how loud and chaotic and overwhelming the vc was. i don't want to hear about what scandal happened in the massive pool of voices you can barely discern. i don't want to hear about what game you played because it's always the same and it always reminds me of the worst, lowest point in my life and you just keep fucking talking. you keep going and going and going and you don't stop and let other people talk.

god and your fucking dni and shit are so specific like i hate to say this but fucking grow up. get a therapist and learn how to deal with your shit, because you can't get mad at someone for existing in their own space that you invade. god fucking forbid i like listening to melanie martinez and hollywood undead. oh no, i'm so sorry, do my choices that don't affect you traumatize you and now you have a new alter in your 500+ system? grow the fuck up. MY music choice shouldn't affect YOUR BRAIN. my BOUNDARIES about certain games and topics shouldn't affect YOUR LIFE.

like be so fucking for real right now. be SO fucking for real. if you have a problem with someone or something, fucking block them. that's the beauty of the fucking internet. if you have such a problem with those things don't hide it in your little carrd with all the other bullshit you hate, deal with it like the rest of us and get some fucking therapy. you need to learn healthier coping mechanisms rather than relying on other people to bend to your life. fuck off.