#it doesn’t help I’m PMSing

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

What color? What kind?

I need to draw Cas in lingerie, already drew Dean.

Is Dean watching him?

guys. hear me out.

castiel

[crybaby-bkg]

the fuck are they putting in these flu shots????? I’ve been feeling like doodoo for the past 24 hours and like I can’t function and I HATE IT!!!!!!!

[milo-is-rambling]

I’m addicted to the grind (I doordashed for three hours this morning after only sleeping for four hours and now I’m contemplating abandoning my nap to go doordash for like. Twelve hours.)

[teiasviago]

this game is sucking my soul dry i think 😭

[finex09]

so much despair and horror in me rn. the housing market is so bad my part of town that my family legit cannot afford to move out of our shitty apartment even tho it would realistically be the best decision of our fucking lives to move out

[spacebell]

ok so I’m anxious because the end of the year work lunch/party is in two weeks, and then we have another lunch and then another lunch (I think) and then my boss is coming to visit for a couple of days

[michi-chelle]

you’d think after having grandpas hit on me since i was in elementary school i’d be more able to say “fuck off” whenever it happens nowadays but i still can’t and i hate myself for it

[justanawkwardlesbian]

Idk what I’m feeling tbh

[demonlorddiva]

Obey Me! Brothers When Your On Your Period

Gonna keep the gn for the most part so anyone who gets this can feel included!! We’re all suffering together and I just want comfort 😭✌️p.s this is very me coded and I’m very much a crybaby and overreact to everything when I’m on my period so bare with me. My asks are open so if you want me to delve deeper on certain characters let me know!

Lucifer

Is informed of the menstrual cycle reading up on humans before you came to the devildom… well at least some of them

Makes sure you have the proper supplies you need already stocked in your room

Does NOT understand the emotional part

When Lucifers giving you one of his famous lectures, the pain begins and your just trying to stare at the floor

Lucifer: “are you even listening to me?”

You: “yes”

Lucifer: “I expect more from you as our human exchange student you know?”

At that moment you just put your face in your hands and start sobbing, too overwhelmed with the emotions and the pain

He’s taken aback for sure. He’s always expecting you to get mad at him, talk back, get angry, something other than this

He’s immediately by your side apologizing and making sure your okay

When you explain to him the situation he understands and lets you lay down with no other words

In the future when your on your cycle, he’s very gentle with you

The second he finds out your hurting, he immediately try’s to help in any way he can

Weather it’s getting you painkillers, a heating pad, anything you need

If you need a quiet place to be while your meds kick in he will let you lay down on the couch in his office while he rubs your back

Mammon

Has NO IDEA what a period is

But being your first man he notices the changes in you during that time

In a moment of pain you tell him what’s going on and have to explain to him about it

“Yer bleeding.. and ya do that ONCE A MONTH??? WHY???”

After a while he’s in tune of when it happens (mostly) and what you need

Always keeps pads/tampons on him in case you ask

If your cramping, all bets are off. No one is aloud to bother you or ask you for anything. Your going straight to his room or yours so he can take care of you.

“Leave MC alone! Cant ya see they’re in pain?!?”

If your craving snacks he will raid beels snack stash to get you what you need

Doesn’t mean it but when your upset and not on your period asks “what ya pmsing??”

he just wants to know

He can’t handle it if your emotional tho it gets him worked up too (even tho he tries to hide it)

“Don’t cry ya baby, you’re fine. The great mammons here ya know? It’s okay”

Leviathan

Figured it out through anime (what else is new)

If you tell him he might get a little wiggy and not know what to do

He’s trying his best let him live

Tell him what you need and he will do it for you literally anything

If your in pain he thinks your dying and panics a bit tell him you’ll be okay and you just need comfort

If you come to him teary eyed asking him to hang out he will put on a slice of life anime or something fun and cuddle with you in his bathtub bed

All the plushies and pillows are there so your warm and cozy

Keeps medication in his room on the off chance you need it

Satan

Oh this boy KNOWS about the pms

Read up on every book imaginable

If you get angry or frustrated during this time he completely understands

Your in pain! Who wouldn’t be upset

Definitely wants to fix the situation immediately but that can get overwhelming at times

“What do you need? Medicine? Heating pad? Water? You know you should stay hydrated.”

He’s just trying to help!

But sometimes you just need comfort

When you come to him, you just have to explain that you just need someone to be with you and to relax and it clicks

He will bring you to his room while he lays down and reads with you

If the pain gets to bad he will rub your head or back until you relax more

DEF yells at his brothers if they even think of bothering you

Asmo

I have a HC that asmo knows when your on your cycle before even you do so imma run with that

You don’t understand why he’s being so overly nice to you all of the sudden

He drags you into your room and you don’t get anything until the pain starts

“I just thought you could could use some extra asmo loving right now!”

It seems like he can read your mind on how your feeling

If your aggravated or frustrated he will let you rant and rave

If your sad and crying he will hold you while you let it all out

If your feeling self conscious he will tell you your gorgeous and amazing while he massages your scalp

Self care is in order, even if it’s just a warm bath he prepares for you with all the salts and oils to make you feel so relaxed, you can’t help but feel so cared for

Beel

We love this man but he doesn’t know anything about humans 😭 but he’s so willing to learn if it’s for you

Your pmsing all day at RAD and your very excited to have your snack that you have in the kitchen

After school, you immediately walk into the kitchen to find beel.

You open the cabinet for your snack, finding it gone

“Oh that? Sorry I was hungry”

You immediately start sobbing

He legit doesn’t know what to do

He normally promises to buy you snacks later and you are okay with it

He’s so guilty and so sorry

When you come to your senses and calm down you explain to him what’s going on

Your in pain?? Where does it hurt? How can he help??

Once he gets a grasp on it, every month he’s got you set

All your favorite snacks and sweets are bought for you to enjoy

If you don’t come down for dinner cause your ‘not hungry’ he’s worried

Will figure out your favorite meals you like for this time and make them for you

If you need a cuddle while your in pain he’s so warm and so cozy

Belphegor

He knows about humans and knows about periods but doesn’t know everything

And he’s a little late to the game with you

The other boys have gotten used to how you are during this time of the month and he’s new to it

You two are walking home and he’s upset with you

What could you do? You NEEDED him for a project you were working on for class so you woke him up from his hiding spot to pitch in

And he was upset and ranting

Not knowing the pain and emotional state you were in

You try to hold your tongue for as long as you can as you walk in front of him

Bel: “this is so so stupid, why do I have to do this project anyways?”

You: “I have to do this project too you know? Stop complaining so we can get this over with” you say with an irritated tone, just trying to get home.

Bel: “what, you on your period or something human? Lighten up”

Maybe it was the cramps irritated your body, making your back ache and your head hurt. Or maybe it was the hormones making your emotions run rampant. But you stop in your tracks, making Belphegor stop too

He can’t see your face, but he hears you let a sob out, wiping your eyes before you made a sprint to the house of lamentation 

Belphie doesn’t normally run, but he runs after you, missing you before you run to your room and shut the door behind you

Mammon sees the commotion, and stops him before he can reach your room to ask what happened

When Belphegor tells him, he’s pissed and lets him have it and explains the situation

When he realizes he’s so upset with himself

He shouldn’t have let his frustrations out on you during such a hard time

After a bit in your room, you hear a soft knock at your door

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were hurting”

You spent the rest of the evening cuddling

Finishes his and your part of the project to get some stress off of you

If he felt you twinge with the slightest bit of pain he would hold you that much tighter

After that, if he found out how you were feeling it was immediate nap time, he hates to see you hurting

Will massage your back to get you to fall asleep

Gets a bit too worried when your pain gets too bad and will ask Satan for help if needed

Welp here ya go! Belphegor isn’t even my favorite character and I got SO deep with him so you belphie Stans EAT UP

[reverie-starlight]

sakusa is the number one guy to have an eye on you. If you so much as sniffle, he's pulling out he emergency scarf...

So he absolutely knows when you go on your period, but he tries to phrase it in a way that makes it kess obvious that he knows.

"is it that time already?"

how fitting is it that when I started writing this, my period did too? 🥲 sorry this took so long dira, I’ve been busier with school than I thought I’d be 😭 your other requests are in the works!!

gn!reader that menstruates, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff. FLUFF. cuddly reader that's somewhat shy about affection. attentive kiyoomi. making this part of my MSBY!manager!reader mini-series as a little add-on :3

sakusa swears he can pinpoint the exact moment the switch flips in your brain and you succumb to the PMS feels.

you’re cuddling with him on the couch as a movie plays in the background when you shift a little. he glances down at his chest to see you resting your chin on his sternum, eyes wide as saucers and showcasing the familiar look of affection.

he sighs fondly and rests his hand on the back of your head. "someone feeling a bit needy?"

of course you are. he's been keeping track of your cycle since the beginning of your relationship, he has everything down to a T by now. he knows your symptoms, your usual cravings, how many days in advance he'll need to stock up on supplies... and it's never brought up, because you know he'd get a bit embarrassed if he were to be called out on it, but there's an unspoken understanding that he's tuned in to you and your body.

so obviously he knows that you're PMSing. even if he hadn't been tracking things, he'd know just by the way you had to keep yourself from clinging to him at practice earlier.

for whatever reason, you seem to become almost touch-starved just before your period, despite the constant stream of physical affection he gives you everyday.

so when you nod, he just smiles down at you softly and traces a heart on the apple of your cheek. “you did so well at practice today, manager.”

he thinks back to how you made it through the day despite waking up with a bad back and some sore thighs. another clue that tipped him off about your oncoming period.

you look up at him curiously, making his heart thump a little faster at how cute you look with your cheek smushed in his palm. “shouldn’t I be the one praising you for your performance today, actual athlete?”

he snorts, something he only ever finds himself doing around you. “I hear it enough everyday. How often do you get to?”

you nuzzle into his chest and he pretends that he doesn’t notice the shy smile you’re sporting. normally he would tease you, but he finds himself feeling much, much softer for you when you’re like this.

he rubs your lower back a bit and you whine at the relief it provides. “can I get you anything, my love?”

“kiyo, if you even think of getting up right now there will be hell to pay.”

he grins and scratches your scalp with his free hand. “of course, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

you lean up for a kiss and he happily obliges.

and so you stay like that for another ten minutes, the serene silence only broken by your stomach growling. “I’m not letting you go hungry. Let’s get you something to eat, come on.”

he picks you up and helps you wrap your legs around his waist before making way to the kitchen so he can fix you a snack. he works one handed, the occupied one settled under your thighs to support you, and listens to whatever you have to say.

needy as you may be, he wouldn’t trade getting to care for you for the world.

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hope you enjoyed!

some tags: @emmyrosee @luvring @aayo-whatt

[milo-is-rambling]

Most of the time I think life is so so good and then I have one minuscule moment of pain again and it’s like nvm I need to die

[wannabanauthor]

Listen, I’m all about positivity in the BuckTommy fandom, and I’ve been doing well.

Until a TikTok video on my FYP showed up today while I’m PMSing, which prompted me to make a video saying “don’t touch grass, go touch the sun because you are as stupid and worthless as those OceanGate billionaires who were at the bottom of the ocean” to toxic delusional B*ddie shippers.

I even called my dad to vent and explained it like this: Blue is spelled “b-l-u-e”, but they’re saying blue is spelled “s-o-y-a” and other delusional people are agreeing with them.

I also may have mentioned “this is why the reason why Tim Minear doesn’t like you”.

Also something about my wallpaper being blue and they are the folks that would look at it and say it’s red. I may have also said Tr*mp supporters are smarter than them and Tr*mp himself would look at the toxic shippers in amazement.

Maybe some other things were said like “go seek help because your reality is vastly different from the real world”. “Do you not know what a shovel talk is?” “Do you know what flirting is?” “Do you have any friends?” “Do you know how the real world works?” “Is this your first time interacting with fiction or entertainment?” “How are you mad that Tommy is letting Buck set the pace? Do you not know what consent is?” And many more.

I do feel slightly better.

[gojowh0rcs]

I’m on my period and I’m just picturing what thatd be like with Gojo as a bf. He definitely believes in PMSing. The whole shebang. He’s def annoying about it too so if you do end up snappin at him (cuz ur bleedin out ur coochie and maybe crampin so his usual teasing just feels sm more grating than normal) it doesn’t do much to refute his belief in PMS and the women being emotional and downright erratic during that time of the month (stupid man moment). he definitely picks up based on behavior when his girl is on her period too (or even before it comes if there’s a sudden mood change a week before). because even if he’d be a shit bf in terms of presence, he definitely studies his girl and notices all her little mannerisms and behaviors. he’s a highly observant individual and the six eyes just heightens everything too. notices the little twitch in ur finger or the way ur wrist flexes when your nervous type shit, but he never really says anything to allude to it or brags about it v much (unless he’s deliberately being an asshole and you think you could hide smth from him and he just feels like not giving it to you this one time so he throws it in ur face in a humorous but still very blunt and harsh way). and he doesn’t always help out with his s/o���s anxieties or just things she’s not willing to mention first neither. I think most of the time he’ll give his s/o their space to figure out things themselves and tends to mind his business unless they ask for help. That’s mostly a testament to how bad he is at comforting though. Unlike someone like Yuji, who I picture is probably just as confused on how to comfort his girl (specifically), he’d still try and it’s in his earnest sincerity at wanting to alleviate whatever she’s dealing with (and probably shoulder the weight entirely if he was allowed that opportunity), that he usually puts a smile on his girls face. Yuji is just a sweetheart, but he’s clumsy and he probably fucks up all the time. However it’s in the intention and his honest heart that a s/o could overlook any mishaps (most of the time).

GOJO on the other hand is not nearly that honest or earnest. He’s calm cool and collected. And he’s naturally a little mean too. Like he probably thinks at first his s/o could suck it up. Like shouldn’t you be used to this already? Just seems like a woman thing he doesn’t particularly understand so maybe he should stay away if he irks her nerves more than usual. But when it’s actually weighing on her or if she’s particularly uncomfortable and it’s out of her realm of control, Gojo does take pity. And he is still protective, even tho he’s detached. If he could take away her pain or switch roles he would without a second thought. But he can’t. And asking if she needs anything might feel a little embarrassing because that means he doesn’t already know what to do. (That and he doesn’t really have that nurturing of a personality so it feels a lil odd comin from his mouth). But Satoru Gojo failing at something??? Unthinkable. Unheard of. Fake news. He ends up googling how to help period pains and ends up finding some forum or subreddit of equally confused husbands and boyfriends. He ends up reading everything he could find and educating himself on the horrors and facts of menstruation and ends up learning more than he bargains for. But now he’s excelling most of the male population again and it’s just another notch in his belt, proof of not only being the strongest but the most knowledgeable 😎✨. (ends up braggin to some of his male students or colleagues like WOW how can YOU NOT know the strength of a period cramp could crush a can cmon megumi ur lackin). He also half thinks he should get some points for being so considerate and sweet. So he’s half expecting a big fat kiss and some praise when he suddenly strolls in with a bunch of bags of supplies and chocolate since he read somewhere more than half of women crave chocolate on their first days of menstruation. Snacking out on that is smth he can definitely help you with if you feel guilty for piggin out. When he finds out occasionally rubbing your back, watching movies, eatin junk and cuddles on your really bad days is all you really need to be satiated, he thinks it’s a pretty sweet deal. It might even become a frequent enough occurrence for him to call it something egregious like period parties. He’s ur pms partner ❤️ (you can smack him)

[ldysmfrst]

Breaking and Entering (5) - Lovern

Status: Ongoing Series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 1,577

Word count for Story: 11,111

Genre: Werewolf

There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter doesn't have any warnings... unless I missed some.

BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST

LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Great way to start, right? 

Getting attacked, visiting the health office, and missing an entire class period—oy! 

If this is how everything starts, this will be a tricky school year. Part of me wants to go home because my face is killing me. What kind of nails does she have to cut me like that? As far as I know, she doesn’t have acrylics with razor blades.

It's focus time. The desire to do well in school and graduate, maybe from here, on a good note, is more essential and will always win. Since there is time left for the third period and I have a free fourth period, it is time to go to my safe place and be invisible again.

Making my way to the library and entering the administration building, I notice Mitch is still here with whatever his name is and now another lackey. 

Wait, they are all coming from the private elevator? 

Who are three high school jocky-looking goons to have access to a key card VIP elevator? 

I get Mitch having one since he is now glued to Selena, and her parents work on the top floor, but the other two? Oh well, it's not something to care about with the short time I will be here.

Oh shit! 

Mitch is walking this way with a concerned look on his face and the lackeys in tow. He is in no way coming to check on me, right? 

Glancing around… yep, it is me, not another soul in sight. Why not? Everyone is supposed to be in class right now. 

*Ring*

The bell for the end of the third period goes off, stopping the boys in their tracks. He glances at the new lackey behind him, and my eyes follow. 

Oh, wow. 

My brain short circuits when my eyes connect with these pale, jade-green eyes filled with power and confusion. 

“Hey, Lovren! What happened to your face?” Mitch calls out, moving towards me again, looking more irritated now than concerned. 

The other two boys are seemingly shocked at what he said, glancing over at me like I was not 100% there just a second ago. Concern and irritation echoed on their faces. 

Oh, great, that's just what I need now “a pity party” because Selena went Freddy Kruger on my face. All I can think of is how mad Mitchell will be at me for pissing off his girlfriend enough for her to do this to me. 

Boys will be boys and back the bitches no matter what. 

And with how close Mitch and Selena are now, I am pretty sure that video evidence still wouldn't convince him that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time or Selena was PMSing again.

Rolling my shoulders, I feel this prickling sensation roll across my skin like small waves, which only makes me want to get away faster. 

“It’s nothing. I’m good.” I quickly mumble as I turn and bolt for the stairs, not waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby level. 

I repeatedly chanted, “Don’t make trouble. Don’t cause a mess. Don’t lose this house, too,” making it my mantra until I graduate. 

I keep going up the stairs to the third floor, ignoring the calls after me from Mitch and his lackeys.

When I reached the third floor, I leaned against the wall and listened to see if they were following me up the stairs.  

No footsteps on the stairs. 

Taking a chance, I peek around the corner, looking down to the lobby. The three are still there, looking puzzled and pointing to the stairs where I just escaped. 

Well, there is no way this is not going to get back to Jon and Rachel. Mitch will say something to Jon, and then Selena will spin a story to her parents. 

When I get home, who knows what Jonathan will say, but Rachel will have a million questions for me, like 1—why did you run from Mitch or 2—why did you make Selena mad, but never are you okay? 

I may have to live in the library from open to closed daily and take the long way back to avoid everyone. 

*Ring*

Ah, the fourth period has started, meaning I have about 55 minutes to myself. Sitting in my favorite chair, I scoot it closer to the window and watch the schoolyard. Some students are running late to class, others are milling about with no apparent direction, and PE for today will be soccer. 

I am not a fan of rough-and-tumble sports, but that is not to say that I am not relatively strong, flexible, and quick to recover for a heavier-set person. If I am going to participate in a sport, it will be either swimming, volleyball, or horseback riding.  

Watching the intense game outside, something strange happened. The students all kneeled and looked at something under the awning. 

That was odd. Is that some safety drill out here in the mountains of nowhere? 

Was there a sound that signaled to do the drill that was only played outside? 

It's another quirk to add to small-town living. Deciding to ignore that, I focus on my homework until the bell rings at the end of the fourth period. 

With my face still sore, the thought of chewing anything makes it hurt worse. Skipping lunch, I return to third-period class to apologize for my absence, turn in my health slip, and collect the syllabus plus any class or homework.

So far, the rest of my school day involves a one-sided hide-and-seek game with Mitch, Selena, and their collection of lackeys. 

Praise anything and everything that I do not end up having classes with any of them! There IS a higher power out there. Amen!

My ability to stay in the clique of Invisibles is intact. 

Math, Science, and English are a piece of cake. 

Economics and government are a nightmare.

My bird course this year is choir because I can fly right through it and pass with technicolor. Singing is the one thing that connects me to my mom the most. 

I remember bits and pieces of her singing while cleaning, cooking, and showering, and, well, if she could sing while doing the activity she did, no one ever stopped her. She never sang professionally, even though she could have made it big, because she always said, ‘The Goddess does not give gifts for money and fame.’” 

She was a soprano and sounded like chimes in the wind, picking up the spirits of those around her and easing their worries. I was not so lucky. I am an alto with a strong, commanding voice that is warm but soothes the soul. 

Choir was my last class for the day.  I was practically skipping with joy to class. Excited to end the day on a high note, pun intended, I walk into the choir room only to hear someone yell, “It’s Ren! You sing too?” 

Oh no. 

Searching for the voice owner, I find my “new friend,” Erik, surrounded by other students with all their eyes locked on me and my bandaged face.

Kill me now.  

Shooing people away, he patted the seat beside him and waved me over. I swear he knew everyone in the room, and everyone had to say hi to him, which means they also said hi to me; so much for being Invisible in this class.

Luckily, the conductor started the class with basic orientation, competition information, important dates, and uniform discussion. Then came the warm-ups, which included lots of looks and smiles at me from Erik and the other students close by, making me glad my face was already red from the injury. 

Next, the only part of the choir I hate is the placement showcase. 

It happens every year: each student stands in front of the class, singing variations of scales, melodies, and sight reading. I can do everything, but I hate that it is in front of everyone. Erik has no problem with this; he has a fantastic baritone-like tenor voice. It made me smile for the first time today.

Lucky for me, I kept an eye on the clock and was blessed with two things: running out of time, so I didn't have to try to sing in pain, and having never unpacked my bag, I was able to melt into the shadows and leave right away while everyone else chatted and packed up. 

I hoped Erik did not want to talk to me afterward; I was done with people.

The choir room is near the band, theater, and main gym. It is the central gathering point for the Clackers and their minions. I take a deep breath and walk along the buildings without bumping into anyone, focusing only on getting to the library rather than drawing attention to myself. 

Typically, it works. 

Dad used to joke about my ninja skills and ability to enter a room filled with people without anyone knowing I was there. It was rare when I would get caught. Most of the time, it was by my dad or mom, someone who always oozed presence or power. 

Which is what I am feeling now: power and eyes. 

Someone is watching me, and it's drilling a hole into my head. Trying not to be obvious, I glance around at the students in my general area only to be drawn to someone across the quad. 

Pale Jade green eyes. 

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[lucygraysboy]

“guilty as charged.” loving the sound of her laugh, billy doesn’t even try to deny the obvious — he does spend a little too much time scrolling through tiktok. he can’t help it. it’s addictive. “mhm, you kind of did just that. you played it off as a joke, but i’ve known you for… what? thirteen years? fourteen? i can tell when you’re genuinely uncomfortable or annoyed with me.” she can be a mystery, but there are also times when her feelings seem to radiate off her in waves. and although he might not understand why she’d be bothered by his backhanded compliment directed at the waitress, he’s certain there is a reason. has he ever done anything to make her think he’s capable of betraying her? “maybe i’m doin’ both. a virgin boy has to entertain himself somehow,” he plays along, but for once doesn’t feel like laughing. he’s too irritated and frustrated.

“first of all, you’re not a man or so i hope ‘cause that would be an awkward surprise… and second of all, what’s so insulting about being called a woman?” he’s genuinely oblivious to how rude it can sound, thinking he was just being playful and joking around. “don’t you think there’s a difference between wanting to know who slept in your girl’s bed while you were gone and getting jealous just because your boyfriend breathes the same oxygen as other women?” he rolls his eyes, suddenly no longer hungry. he’s torn between being concerned for her and so incredibly annoyed that he’d like to stand up and walk out. “lord, are you pmsing? is that what this is about?” maybe he shouldn’t be asking such questions, but they’ve crossed quite a few boundaries tonight so what’s one more? “well, it’s hard to forget when your girlfriend gets all tense and annoyed with you for simply sitting next to someone in class.” what’s happened to her? brows furrowing, deep lines appearing on his otherwise smooth forehead. something clearly isn’t right. this isn’t like her, he thinks. “nothing,” the cowboy admits truthfully, although a hint of embarrassment can be heard in his voice when he understands his mistake. a quick explanation follows, “it’s not like i even had the chance to follow up. i was tryin’ to protect you from that, but you just… you always need to get your way. you talk about trust, but you trust no one.”

"okay, you've been on tiktok way too much." the brunette can't help but laugh, hating the way she finds it adorable. "i don't get annoyed when your nice." well... she doesn't mean to. she just doesn't want to admit it was giving her ptsd to billy taupe, which wasn't fair to accuse him of. because him and billy taupe were two completely different people, she knew that. but something in her mind didn't want to let her know that. "hm, i don't know about that. i think you might be watchin' those movies or readin' those books." she accuses, thinking that's hilarious. if she wasn't feeling so rocky with her mood.

watching him sit that sandwich down, leaning back like she was daring him to say something to annoy her even more as she watched the sincerity storm over his features. then he certainly didn't disappoint. "says you? you're the one bein' ridiculous all because i said 'BELIEVE me' earlier. you'd gotten a real bad of an attitude all cause i said that. so you ain't the one to talk about behavior. oh and callin' me woman," maybe she was about to start her period and things like that were annoying her or maybe she was being paranoid he was copying off his dumb misogynistic friends.

or maybe it was to do with billy taupe, again. who could fit right in with billy's stupid guy group. all of the above? "maybe you're weird for still thinkin' about that and rememberin' that." the thing about blair. before billy taupe, she would've agreed with him that waitress had a sweet smile, but now she's thinking every male was after something else. that they were never satisfied. that it wasn't just one male, it was ALL of them. and yes, billy taupe was notorious for taking any woman to his bedroom. the word fucking spilling from his lips is so lewd and burns her even more with anger knowing how it'd been attached to her and billy in the same sentence. oh, so THAT'S what olinger was saying? the one even worse than jesse. and what... his entire group is just making fun of her? "what did you say back to it?" that would decide if she's satisfied or not. really, lucy gray did wonder how billy responded to these things when she wasn't around.

[puzzles-are-fun]

Boston Marathon length meme

This is another rant. I’m PMSing but it aggravates me even when I’m not.

I hate the “Not to sound really stupid, but is the Boston Marathon longer than the LA Marathon?” meme.

Firstly because of the obnoxious way the two people speak, but also: not everyone lives in places that have marathons so they wouldn’t necessarily know how long marathons are.

I don’t care about sports really at all. Like, very few fucks given by me about sports. Pretty much zero. Why would I know how long marathons are? How would I know how long they are?

The end bit where the woman tells the guy “That’s like common sense, I fear” is just…nnngh…

When I was typing it, my phone autocorrected the “I fear” to “I feel”, so there’s that point.

I fear that people think it should be common sense to know how long all marathons are when not everyone needs to know that info. It’s not a life skill to know that. Common sense is in short supply already! Why does it have to involve marathon length knowledge?

I used to hear that audio in pretty much every other Instagram video a few months ago and it drove me nuts so I was happy when it tapered off but now it’s popped up in my algorithm again and I’m cranky from the PMS, so I decided to rant. I know I sound way more angry than I should (I’m not this angry usually, honest!) but I just hate that audio/meme. Yes, I know I can keep scrolling but it shows up again.

I get why people use it to make fun of the absence of common sense in the world these days but I really don’t want to hear it ever again.

Plus, the kids at the playground near my apartment are screaming (they’re fine, but I don’t get why they have to scream when happy) which doesn’t help my mood.

I’m going to stop talking/typing now and find a video to watch that makes me happy and not feel like an angry nutcase.

Hopefully my next post will be about something normal.