#it's hating my weird fucking brain hours

[vaggieslefteye]

CHARLIE MAGNE from HAZBIN HOTEL (2019): Pilot - "That's Entertainment" ↳ "So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?"

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » the astronomer philosopher, the earth and the moon

[lostximagination]

11/8/24

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It was just a few scant months ago that Issac Riley and Anna Kahale met with a literal lightning strike. A lot happened very quickly, and the both of them are still adjusting to the changes in their lives.

Anna has to learn to control her newfound magic, and Issac has to deal with the drastic changes to his life from finding out he was the legendary magical figure known as the Master.

Kevin Anderson is still at large, leaving the both of them in grave danger, especially Issac, as he’s still recovering from his last encounter with the dangerous witch hunter.

This is made much worse as threats from the far past are returning, and quickly… And as the first Master in centuries, it’s on Issac to deal with them, and defeat the returning Darkness before it gets too strong. Can he handle the pressure, even with Anna’s help, or will he crack under the strain, and potentially doom the world with him?

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First book's ebook is free until release day

[daily-whistlepaw]

daily whistlepaw until ah becomes PoV day 1167

I think I finally understand how people feel when around a crush, can't say I enjoy it

[learn-and-accept]

I can't be depressed, I ate vegetables two days in a row

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

welcome to stupid idiot town population Two

[eyes1nthewoods]

can my brain not convince me i have rabies and am going to die please. like can it not do that.

[yourbestgal]

being so sweet and gentle to myself today in prep for Big Travel Day tomorrow (shh no it’s not no it’s not no it’s not) imperative i meditate later as well i’m really pulling out all the stops because i have to make myself chill as fuck because i’m frightened i’ll have a mammoth panic attack tomorrow morning and drive to G’s house instead of the airport and like throw my phone in the lake

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

it’s only been a month since i haven’t been at work and im only working 5 hours today why am i so nervous :((

[getoutofmytardis]

insane that i’m the biggest disappointment of a child for smoking weed but the child that’s emotionally abusive is fine

[rubys-domain]

i really have to motivate myself to finish the thelxie event fast or it's just going to end with no freminet on my alt account

[theforesteldritch]

’high school is supposed to be the best time of your life’ I don’t have really any friends any more irl, I’m in fucking IB and have autism and ADHD and can’t focus for the life of me, I just barely made it through 11th grade and I’m going into grade 12 and it’s going to suck. And I barely have an idea of what I want to do with my life. Aughgh if it’s supposed to get better that better happen soon because I’m fucking tired

[nervousyoungtwinfantasydog]

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[yerchokito]

haha I don’t know what to write (I hate this)

college au ft weirdo gojo!

warnings: not proofread, smut, meanish reader, terrible smuttyness.

satoru gojo is a massive nerd.

I mean, just look at the way he acts! digimon this, my little pony that, it’s way too obvious. sure he has looks or whatever, not like you would ever fall for that dork.. like totally.

how does he have friends? no one knows. he’s got this off-putting vibe around, yet somehow that managed to bag suguru geto and ieiri shoko, must be paying them off or something.

it’s not like you’re popular, but you’re definitely not jealous of some weird rich kid who’s probably a virgin and’ll never get his dick wet because he’s so freaky and weird with that snowy white hair and stupid wide blue eyes, god!

and it’s just your luck when you get assigned to a project with him, the world hates you, and you hate the world.

but to satoru, oh it’s like he’s died and gone to heaven!

he’s been praying for any god to grace him with just one chance with you. a total ‘dork on dork romance’ as his friends would call it. sure you’re not the most popular, probably because you’re pretty mean, but that’s what makes satoru fall head over heels for you! he knows you judge him, knows you loathe him, but god he loves your attitude.

his friends call him a pervert, and they’re right. but, you’re just so sexy! deep down, he knows you’re all hot and bothered for him too.

it’s a cold night when you invite satoru gojo over, dressed in nothing but your pyjamas.

‘just gotta finish this stupid project with an idiot, then home free.’ is the only thing that’s keeping you going.

in satoru’s mind, the only thing keeping him going is your skimpy clothing you call pyjamas. that permanent frown on your face makes his rising hard-on even harder.

with sexual tension suffocating the both of you, you could only imagine what happened in the next couple of hours..

“haa—hey! slu-slow down you prick—!” you angrily breath out. yeah, you may hate yourself for this but, jeez does this guy have an amazing dick.

you were right about him being a virgin, a virgin with a big dick. said virgin is now blowing your back and possibly your brains out, messily rubbing on your clit that it’s almost cute. almost.

“heh, th-thought you could handle it—fuck.” satoru whimpers, he’s vocal, like really loud. you groan knowing about the noise complaints you’ll get for his ass. might as well try to shut him up.

luckily with you laid on your back it’s easy access to his mouth. now to shut him up.. sigh.. might as well.

cupping your hand around the back of his neck, you tug him toward your nipple, he happily accepts it like a freak. greedily sucking like a baby. it makes you cringe at the new sensation, clenching around him even tighter. he moans against your tit, rutting into you faster, balls slapping hardly against your ass.

then, he cums.

it happens fast, one moment he was happily humpin’ into you now he’s spurting out his icky seed into you! didn’t even make you cum! typical.

“hm..m’sorry forgot to.. pull out..” satoru apologetically whispers. half-assed apology, he’s luckily your on the pill.

“never.. tell anyone thi-this..” shame falls upon you. fucking icky satoru gojo who can’t even make a girl cum!

hm..

“hey..” you speak, softly to him for once. “wanna go round 2?”

eh, you’ll just have to teach him so he’s not even more loser-y

[starkwlkr]

just a girl | f1

an: this is me asking for your letterboxd pls i need letterboxd mutuals 🤭 my account is deadpunks also made the reader have glasses because we need more glasses representation in fanfics 😔 (to the girlies that wear glasses, this is for you!!!)

Las Vegas Grand Prix Weekend

“What movie did I watch?” Y/n read the comment that a fan left on her instagram live. She adjusted her glasses and smiled. “I just finished ‘Drop Dead Gorgeous’ it’s so underrated. The cast is so iconic like you have Kirsten Dunst, Brittany Murphy, Denise Richards, Amy Adams and Allison Janney in one movie. It’s definitely in my top four.”

It was hours after qualifying and Y/n was exhausted, but all she wanted to do was finish watching her movie. Unfortunately for her, the movie she had just named wasn’t anywhere on streaming so she brought her portable dvd player and a stack of dvds. When Lando saw her watching a movie and crocheting a scarf for herself in her garage, he laughed at the scene. He actually found it adorable.

“What’s my letterboxd? Okay, listen. . . I don’t give it out to just anyone so this is between you lovely people and me, okay? My letterboxd is ilovecillianmurphy420 and please follow me, I am desperate,” Y/n laughed. She then took her phone and saw all the new follower notifications from letterboxd. “I’m going to ask the social media admin to ask everyone on the grid for their four favorites. Lando is definitely going to name animated movies. That or he’ll forget what a movie is and say nothing.”

What’s your four favorites?

“Whoever your asked for my four favorites, I’m blocking you. How dare you ask me that question . . . Paddington 1 and 2, Saw and Mamma Mia. I know I said drop dead gorgeous was in my top four, but I lie all the time.”

The next day, her letterboxd account had become the second most followed account.

INSTAGRAM

liked by oscarpiastri, letterboxd and others

yourusername just watched the masterpiece that is jackass number two

formulaupdating can i ask why you don’t post about f1 that often?

yourusername no you may not

oscarpiastri i was there too

yourusername ok

landonorris didn’t you watch that last week?

yourusername this is my own private domicile and i will not be harassed

landonorris ?

yourusername bitch

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After The Race / Interviews

Y/n hated being interviewed, it was the absolute worst thing on earth. No wait, forgetting her AirPods was the worst thing, but interviews were right behind that. She was exhausted and now she had to deal with reporters asking her what she thought about the championship battle.

Her fingers brushed the strap of her cap nervously as the interviewer’s voice cut through her anxiety.

“Y/n, P7 today—solid result. How are you feeling?" The reporter asked.

Y/n blinked, her eyes flicking around as she tried to process the question, and then her gaze landed on her own shoes. She cleared her throat awkwardly, looking up only to meet the camera for a brief, uncomfortable moment.

“Uh, yeah. It, uh . . . it was. . . good. I mean . . . yeah, I’m happy with it, I guess," she mumbled, her voice faltering.

The reporter smiled kindly, already used to the shy responses. “What do you think made the difference here in Vegas?" He waited patiently for Y/n’s answer.

Y/n’s lips parted as she prepared an answer, but the words tangled up in her brain. She shifted from foot to foot, adjusting her grip on the cap. Fuck, why can’t you think of anything?!, she thought to herself. “Uh . . . I don’t know . . . it’s just . . . uh, a little . . . weird, with all the lights and, you know, the . . . Strip, and, um . . .” Her voice trailed off.

The interviewer gave her a soft chuckle, understanding that Y/n’s awkwardness wasn’t lack of confidence, but rather a product of her introverted nature. Before the interview could go on, two figures appeared behind Y/n.

Oscar had cut in, Y/n’s pair of glasses in his hand. He placed a hand on her shoulder and handed the glasses to her while Lando ruffled her hair. She happily accepted them and placed them on her face.

“Alright, alright,” he said with a grin, his voice gentle but firm. “You’ve tortured her enough, mate.”

Y/n let out a relieved sigh as she turned to Oscar, who gave her a small, reassuring smile. “You’re doing great, really,” he said quietly, his tone meant to ease her nerves.

Lando then spoke up. “Are we done with the interrogation? She's literally about to disappear into her own head if we keep this up."

The reporter chuckled. “I was just asking Y/n about her performance today.”

Y/n hadn’t even noticed that she had completely abandoned the interview. She had started doodling on Oscar’s hand. The Aussie had given her the pen he had used from a fan when he was signing autographs. It was their thing. Whenever she would get nervous and Oscar was around, he would let her draw on his hand. Somehow the hand doodles calmed her.

“Right, Y/n?”

That’s when she picked up her head and noticed Lando was staring at her. “Sorry, what?”

“The race,” Lando reminded her. “She was brilliant out there. Absolutely nailed it.” Y/n didn’t have the words to argue. Instead, she ducked her head, feeling both embarrassed and grateful.

The three drivers said their goodbye to the reporter and walked away. Lando threw an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, grinning. “You know, for someone who hates interviews, you’ve got a hell of a lot to say . . . just not when it’s on camera.”

Y/n’s lips twitched into a small smile, and she felt a brief wave of gratitude for her friends’ protective camaraderie. She glanced at Oscar, who gave her a knowing nod, his usual quiet confidence offering her a sense of calm.

“You guys are unbelievable.” Y/n laughed lightly.

“Yeah well you’re the idiot who’s going to have to deal with us.” Lando replied.

“Unfortunately.” She teased.

“The idiot with the crocheting skills and silly little film reviews that are very popular on the box app.” Lando added.

“What?” Y/n stopped walking and stared at Lando. She looked over at Oscar for an answer, but the Aussie just shrugged his shoulders.

“I do believe our dear Y/n wants a hot priest?” Lando teased, bringing up Y/n’s lastest letterboxd review about Fleabag. “That’s a bit scandalous, don’t you think?”

“Hot priest?” Oscar couldn’t believe Lando had just said those two words together.

“You two don’t get it! Come on, we’re watching Fleabag!”