#lina vents

[thefinalinagirl]

I've rewatched Saw X today and even though this was discussed a lot (probably), I am still not over the fact that Cecilia in the end got the easiest way out compared to Valentina, Mateo and Gabriela (and tbh Diego, even though he won). She was the mastermind of it all, she had been doing it for eight (8!!) years, she made a fortune scamming people and in the end all she had to do was kill Parker? When she was already established to not feel any remorse about sacrificing others for her own good? And she lived? I mean, sure, she's a great villain and Synnøve Macody Lund is incredible, but damn I hate this ending for Cecilia in comparison to other scammers.

Let's just take a look at others. They, basically, have rather shitty lives. And I'm not trying to condone their actions, but I get why they all agreed to the scam scheme. Diego and Mateo probably don't make a lot of money working. Gabriela suffers from an addiction. And don't get me started on my girl Valentina. Moreover, as far as I understand, John's "operation" was probably the only one these four did (or they did just a few others in Mexico, as well, but definitely not all 34 of them, since Cecilia goes from place to place and creates a new team every time). And I'm also not sure, that Cecilia even shares the money equally. It's more like her to leave a bigger chunk to herself.

So, I'm definitely not saying, that Diego, Valentina, Mateo and Gabriela did the right thing. Hell no, it's still fucked up. But: I understand their motives. They are people in bad live situations. People just trying to survive in this world. And when you are that desperate, your moral compass can break. But, in their cases, it's never too late to try fixing it. Out of all people tested in Saw X, these four deserved their chance the most. They deserved their reawakening. But they just got John's retribution with the most cruel traps of the movie, and that makes me very sad.

[iricathel]

Remind me not to trust anyone from my work place again, please

[tvckerwash]

I've always thought it was so funny that the fandom decided to make ct the smallest and shortest freelancer lady when she's canonically taller than carolina

[kapuchino357]

sick and tired of being sick and tired i just wanna find time to draw 😭

[venusbyline]

Revenge ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 30, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: mirror sex

— summary: Aegon wants to please you, his niece and betrothed, during the night of your nineteenth name day. However, everything goes wrong when you reject Aegon's touch and he decides to try to make amends with Aemond, letting the younger prince take revenge on your brothers in the worst way possible.

— word count: 4.0k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 30th day, female!reader, dark!Aegon, dark!Aemond, Jacaerys' twin sister!reader, betrothed!Aegon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT (i'm not kidding, this is REALLY disgusting), rape/non-con, mirror sex, Targcest (uncles/niece), degradation, non-consensual somnophilia, vaginal sex, rough sex, breeding kink, blood and violence, squirting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, dacryphilia, crying, dumbification, vaginal fingering, unconscious sex, fainting/collapsing, forced pregnancy, cum eating, cum swallowing, blood licking, sexism, age gap (older men/younger woman), marriage of convenience, ambiguous/open ending, implied/referenced cheating, face slapping, hair-pulling, sadism, revenge sex, threats of death, emotional manipulation, book accurate ages (It's 133 AC. Reader's 19, Aemond's 23, Aegon's 26, Jacaerys' 19, Lucerys' 18, Joffrey's 16), referenced Targaryen-Velaryon Incest (sister/brothers), referenced consensual underage sex, minor Velaryon brothers/reader, implied Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen, bisexual(?)!Aemond, bisexual(?)!Aegon, minor Aemond Targaryen/Aegon Targaryen, Aegond, dark content, dom!Aemond, switch!Aegon, sub!reader, canon divergence (No Dance of the Dragons/War for Succession), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @dearjardim

— author's notes: It's MENTIONED during the fic that Aegon's obsession with the reader has been going on since before the night in Driftmark, 120 AC. So at that time, you would be 6 years old and Aegon would be 13/14. Although this is just a MENTION of Aegon's dark desires and isn't graphic at all, it's important that you understand about the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag and read all trigger warnings. This is just a FANFICTION, but Aegon's thoughts are disgusting anyway.

— crossposting: AO3

Aegon II Targaryen had been quite impulsive when choosing the woman he would marry. He knew that getting betrothed to his niece, Jacaerys's twin sister, would not be an idea well received by his family, especially by his mother and his younger brother, Aemond, but he decided to act on that decision without thinking too much about the possible consequences.

His obsession with you, the only daughter of his half-sister, Rhaenyra, was almost unhealthy. Aegon has watched you grow, just as he has watched Jacaerys and Lucerys grow. He liked to see you trying to keep up with them when the three boys got together to play some trick on Aemond. They never let you spend much time with them, and Aegon even made fun of you, just like he did with Aemond.

At that time, Aegon did not know how to deal with the intense feelings he felt about you, finding it disgusting that he was much older than you. Gods, you were younger even than Aemond. He really could not deal with those thoughts, and venting about them to someone would be a bad idea. He would probably get a beating from Harwin Strong — the man all people of King's Landing knew was your true father — when the knight was still alive.

Trying to keep you far away, Aegon chose making you a butt of jokes. Jacaerys and Lucerys never seemed to notice how Aegon really felt about their sister and even liked to have fun at your expense.

As the years passed, the family had grown apart. The fight involving Aemond against Lucerys, Jacaerys and Daemon's daughters parted the Targaryen family into two sides. Despite always being a terrible older brother, Aegon had tried to make it up to Aemond after he lost his eye. He did not like to admit that he blamed himself a little for what happened. However, the thought occurred to him with a damn frequency. If Aegon had not been drinking like an asshole that night, perhaps he could have defended his brother.

He wanted to be a better brother to Aemond, he really tried to be, but nothing seemed to be enough for the younger prince. Nothing seemed to make him happy. Not even when Aegon took Aemond, who was still ten and three years old, to a brothel and introduced him to Madam Sylvi. Aegon thought his brother would like to become a complete man and he would like to get his cock wet. But he was definitely wrong.

He could remember with anguish how Aemond opened the curtains and walked out into the halls of the brothel after the act. Aegon tried to ask him how the sex had been, if he had liked it... But all Aemond did was give him a cold and hurt look, replacing his eye patch and continuing to walk so both of them could leave soon.

When Aegon returned to the brothel the next week, he asked Madam Sylvi about Aemond performance and expected a naughty response from the whore. Anyway, hearing the phrase "He is not a child now" clearly did not sound as sensual as he imagined. He needed to drink a little more to avoid wanting to cry when he realized that in fact Aemond was no longer a child. He had taken that away from his brother when he convinced the younger to joined him to Street of Silk. Even after so many pranks, until that fateful day in Driftmark, Aemond still trusted his older brother. He was still an innocent child, with just one eye and his fierce Dragon.

And Aegon had destroyed the last vestige of innocence inside Aemond's heart. Aegon had ruined everything again, just as he had ruined everything every time he played tricks on you with your brothers and called you a fucking bastard the night Lucerys accidentally took out Aemond's eye during the childish and violent fight. You were not even there when all of that happened, but Aegon thought offending you would be like making up to Aemond for his absence and lack of protection.

Now, 133 AC, thirteen years after the family chaos in Driftmark, Aegon was trying to slowly restore some peace by proposing to his half-sister, Queen Rhaenyra, a betrothal to you. It was a way of seeking a truce between the grudge that Rhaenyra and Daemon held for Alicent and her children. And most important of all, it was a way to make amends with you and Aemond, even if his brother hated you.

"What do you think about your new necklace, my dear?" Aegon asked you after the festival in King's Landing to celebrate your and your twin brother Jacaerys' nineteenth year of life.

"It is very beautiful, uncle." You replied with a tense voice, observing yourself in the large mirror with golden edges in Aegon's private chambers.

You were not someone who liked breaking the rules, especially when they involved secret meetings with your uncle Aegon. You still harbored resentment for the way he started to mock your and your brothers' legitimacy after Rhaenyra and Alicent's complete estrangement. At first, you thought about denying his call for you to accompany him through the castle corridors, but the idea of receiving one more gift seemed tempting. And in fact, you did not regret. Actually, you were enchanted by the necklace with the pendant of a golden dragon with silver-toned wings.

"Do not call me uncle anymore, my dear. You are my future wife now." Aegon reminded you with a chuckle, standing behind you and watching as you admired the pendant. He could see the way you seemed to want to ask something and he knew exactly what it was. "Yeah, the dragon on the pendant was made especially to represent Vermithor."

He said and your eyes widened immediately. Just like Rhaena and Aemond, there was no dragon for you when you were born. You only managed to claim Vermithor four years ago, however, your bond with the elder dragon was already quite admirable. Vermithor was a fierce creature to everyone and he was like a puppy to you, so meek and docile that sometimes you found yourself venting alone to him. A habit that only increased even more after your mother confirming your betrothal with your uncle.

"This is... This is... This is incredible." Your eyes filling with tears. You lifted your face to observe Aegon's reflection behind you, his soft smile as he returned your gaze. "My most sincere thanks, Aegon. This is the kindest and sweetest gift I have ever received. I swear."

Aegon's cheeks flushed a little. He was not used to being kine or sweet. Much less listen someone calling him like that. Your thanks slightly caught him off guard and he cleared his throat, trying to hide his sudden nervousness, hoping you would not notice how sweaty and shaky his hands were when he placed them on your shoulders, a little taller than you while you were still watching each other in the mirror. "You look so fucking delightful right now."

He purred into your earlobe. The warm air and the smell of wine made you frown and step back. You were not used to being touched like this by men who were not your brothers and you did not feel comfortable with Aegon's sudden physical proximity. Of course he was your fiance and very soon you would be forced to consummate the marriage, but there were still many barriers between the two of you. Barriers he built to keep you away when you were a child and now he was determined to break them at any cost.

"Do not do that again." Aegon scolded you, fire coursing through his veins at your abrupt departure. He hated that you were acting like you were disgusted by him. Damn, he was trying to be good, was not he? He was being a good betrothed and redeeming himself with you. "I gave you a fucking gift you loved!"

You flinched at his loud husky voice, stopping just looking at him in the mirror and turning to him, the size difference not being as intimidating as it was when you were still a little girl seeking approval from your uncle and your brothers. He did not even have the same long hair as before. Now, Aegon kept his dry silver hair to a medium length, giving him an appearance of lack of care, as well as the intense dark circles under his eyes. Even though you would never admit it, you feared him but also you thought he was very handsome at the same time. Like your child version also thought these same things about Aegon when he was a teenager.

"And I already thanked you for it. However, I do not remember allowing you to touch me the way you just did."

"Seven Hells, do not be an annoying prude! I just rested my hands on your shoulder."

"And purred in my ear like a cat in heat, surely thinking I would give in to you so easily and we would sleep together before our wedding ceremony!" You exclaimed, without thinking straight. Your heartbeat was racing, your face red with anger that he had the audacity to call you an annoying prude.

Aegon growled at your words, moving closer to your body, until your faces were practically glued together and you could smell the wine he had been drinking throughout the festival, just as he could smell flowers fragrance coming from you. The tension was palpable, both of you staring at each other with anger in your eyes. It was like flames burning each other just with gazes.

You thought he would yell at you or at most throw you out of his chambers and take the gift back. You expected many things, except Aegon to abruptly cover your mouth, holding the back of your head with his other hand to stop you from struggling and running away.

"Perhaps, you bastard bitch, I am acting like a cat in heat because I know what a cheap whore you are." Aegon growled one more time, the fingers that had been holding the back of your neck now gripping your hair. "You always act like you are a maiden, but all people of King's Landing is already suspicious about how your cunt has already been filled several times by your twin brother. Jacaerys seemed quite furious when my betrothal with you was made official."

Aegon pushed you onto his large bed and you immediately tried to get up and scream, being stopped by the hard slap he gave you in the face, making you fall back onto his sheets, terrified as he climbed on top of you, holding both of your arms on top of your head. "If you try to do that fucking shit again, I am going to rip your fucking head off and gut you until you die. Our entire family is going to go to war and blood is going to be spilled because you are still the same spoiled bastard who cried and wanted to fit in with me when we were younger."

Something made you stop fighting against the situation. Perhaps it was your childhood memories of seeking approval from Aegon, Jace and Luke. Perhaps it was the threat of more chaos happening in your family if Aegon killed you. Perhaps it was all the alcohol you happily drank during your and Jace's name day celebration. Perhaps it was because you already knew that Aegon would rape you anyway if he was determined to do so. Perhaps it was all of that. You simply stopped, sobbing a few times before shaking your head.

"Good girl..." Aegon chuckled at your submissive reaction. "Just look at the ceiling, alright? I promise it will be good."

You did not know what Aegon meant, only understanding when you obeyed. Looking up at the ceiling, you saw that there was a large mirror placed there. You could watch yourself lying in bed, your face soaked with tears, your hair disheveled and your hands being held above your head. You had never been so shocked due a reflection. It was a clear sample of Aegon's obsession, firm fingers holding your wrists in the way he wanted, while his other hand simply hiked up your nightgown, taking advantage of your lack of reaction to take off and throw your underwear on the floor. Aegon was about to take off the tunic he was wearing, before being interrupted by the door opening and then closing.

"Am I interrupting something, brother? One of your guards said you demanded my presence here. I was busy and could not arrive at the ordered time." Aemond's cold voice echoed through Aegon's chambers and your eyes widened. You looked away from your reflection for a while, barely feeling Aegon fingering your slightly wet folds. You were incredulous at the fact that Aemond was so nonchalant with the sight of his older brother about to rape their niece. You could not tell if it was simply because Aegon often did atrocities like this or if it was also because Aemond had hated you since both of you were kids and he was not at all pleased with his brother's obsession with marrying you.

"Oh, busy with Helaena, I must assume." Aegon teased his brother and Aemond rolled his eyes, clearing his throat and pointing to the scene in front of him.

"May I know why my presence here is necessary?" The youngest asked and a moan escaped your lips when Aegon stuck two fingers inside you at once, drawing your attention back to him. Aegon raised his eyebrow as he noticed how, despite the painful and abrupt intrusion, your little cunt accepted his fingers without much difficulty, which meant not only that you were no longer a maiden, but that you had also fucked with someone recently and completely ignored your future marriage with your uncle.

"Looks like you were not the only person to fuck with your own sister today, brother."

Aemond could not help but smirk, tilting his head in mockery when he saw Aegon took his fingers out of you and shake your wetness away, almost as if he was disgusted. "Who would have thought that the rumors about her and Jacaerys were true..." The prince mocked, approaching the bed and making you flinched your body into the mattress. "Tell me, dear niece and sister-in-law... Which of your Strong brothers has already fucked your dirty and disgusting cunt? Only Jacaerys? Or also Lucerys and Joffrey?"

You whimpered at the invasive and demeaning question, knowing you would be in danger if you revealed the true, but you would also be in danger if you lied. "Not Joffrey yet."

It was Aegon's turn to mock, with some irritation. "Joffrey's small cock has not gotten wet inside you yet, but I bet you at least taught him how to eat you out. After all, he is already ten and six. That is old enough." The stare Aegon received from Aemond made him swallow hard. It was clear that his younger brother still felt angry about what happened at the brothel when he was thirteen. "Well, I mean..."

Aemond ignored his brother's attempt to justify himself and looked back at you, his cold hand touching your warm core, enjoying your wetness and rubbing your pearl, eliciting confused and tearful moans, your mind trying to encourage you to scream and run far away of them and your body begging him to keep rubbing your clit. Perhaps a little stronger. Stronger enough to draw your blood. Jace, Luke and Joffrey were always too sweet to you. Too noble. "That does not matter. What matters is that you are nothing more than a hole for your brothers to use."

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes and letting the tears flow. When you turned your face away, Aemond's hand grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to pay attention to what he was saying. "Now I understand why my brother was obsessed with you when we were younger. You were always a cockslut, I bet."

His words sinked your heart and you shook your head, so fast that your vision even blurred. You wanted to deny it, say that you were nothing like that, say that Aegon had never been really obsessed with you. But nothing came out of your lips. Actually, your panicked mind was starting to make you believe that Aemond could be right about both things.

"Uhm, I still remember everything before that night in Driftmark... How you were always running after Aegon and your brothers, desperate to be seen... Just like how my brother was always pushing you away." He scoffed, gripping your chin tighter. "Probably because he felt sick about himself thinking those naughty things about you. After all, you were only six years old and he was almost ten and four. A drunk teenager wishing for such perverse things and—"

Aegon grimaced as Aemond spoke, clearly uncomfortable about having his dirty little secret exposed right in front of you. "That is enough, Aemond." The older man softly growled and Aemond frowned and let go of your chin abruptly, his thin lips pulled into a sarcastic smile.

"You still have not told me why you demanded my presence here, brother." The last word sounded bitter to the ears of the three of you and Aegon took a deep breath, determined to take control of the situation again. Or at least a little part of the control.

He pointed to you, lying on the bed with the legs open, your cunt now wetter and your face reddened from crying, the empty look in your eyes making it obvious how confused and vulnerable you were. The confused and vulnerable state that your own uncle and future husband had left you simply because you refused his touch.

Aemond did not seem at all bothered by what he was seeing. You did not notice any trace of desire coming from him either and if it were not for the way a slight bulge began to appear in his pants, you would even believe that the scorn and resentment he always felt for you was bigger than the anger and desire to get revenge on Jacaerys and Lucerys.

"Are you offering me our niece?"

The question was said without a hint of enthusiasm and Aegon laughed, knowing his brother well enough to know that he just wanted to maintain the typical facade of indifference. "Well... I wanted to give you and my betrothed a gift. I was going to suggest that the three of us have some fun tonight to celebrate her name day..." Aegon purred, his calloused fingers caressing your bare thigh. "However, due to her spoiled and thankless behavior, I wish you to take her first."

Aemond was surprised at first, his good eye switching between you and his brother. He had already imagined several possibilities to get revenge for the things his nephews did when they were all kids. He had even thought that your betrothal to Aegon was already a good form of revenge, despite hating his brother even more when he realized that he had never gotten over that ridiculous obsession with you.

Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey had been furious when they discovered that their mother had agreed to let Aegon marry you. They were scared of what would happen to you, neither of them ever believing Aegon's stupid explanation about a peace treaty.

Aemond knew that his nephews would be furious if they knew what he was about to do with you, just as he knew what Aegon wanted. Aemond was not dumb, he understood that Aegon blamed himself for the tragic events in his life. Aemond understood that Aegon blamed himself for taking away his chance to lose his virginity willingly and with someone he was really attracted to.

And then, Aegon was there, giving you to him like an apology. Also, he was giving Aemond the chance to take revenge on his nephews and take you before himself.

Aemond did not respond with words. Instead, he just pushed Aegon aside, taking his brother's place on the bed and starting to undo the ties of the tunic he was wearing.

With each brutal thrust from Aemond, a tearful scream from you resounded throughout the chambers, muffled by Aegon's large hand, who was sitting next to you, caressing your dark hair with his free fingers.

All of the three of you was admiring different points of the view reflected by the mirror on the ceiling. Aegon was focused on the sight of your little cunt, so tight and being brutally fucked by Aemond's thick and rosy cock. Aegon could hear the sudden noises caused each time Aemond's body hit yours hard, your wet core making it easier for your uncle and brother-in-law to fuck you rough and deep enough that the walls of your cunt began to feel so much sore.

Despite the blurred tear-filled vision, you stared at yourself in the reflection, your heart clenching with self-loathing as your muffled screams stopped being pleas for Aemond to stop hurting you and started becoming just loud whimpers about how you were cumming again. You had actually lost count of how many times you had cum around Aemond's cock. You had already lost count of how many times you had squirted and even lost consciousness for a few seconds.

You felt like you were about to die and all that kept you alive was Aegon's fingers stroking your hair like you were his precious doll and Aemond's seed filling you for the second time in the last hour. Aemond looked at his own reflection after cumming inside you, his Sapphire's eye shining in the mirror, as well as the sweaty skin of his chest. He felt powerful. He felt alive. And best of all, he finally felt the good but bitter taste of revenge.

You were almost sure that Aemond was determined to breed you. And you were almost sure that Aegon had allowed it, because even when his younger brother pulled his wet cock out of your sensitive and bruised hole, Aegon just waited for Aemond to start getting dressed to take his place, bending down in front of you and licking the mixture of blood and cum that dripped from your cunt, ignoring your tears and the forced submission coming from your trembling body.

"You are disgusting, Aegon." Aemond huffed after Aegon licked and sucked your clit until you were squirting on his face too, your weak whimpers making you look like a sad kitten. "You should stop. She will end up convulsing and dying if she cums again."

"Oh, but she wants to cum again. Do not you want that, my dear?" Aegon teased, rubbing your swollen reddened pearl. You shook your head, the confused movement seemed like a confirmation and a denial at the same time, which elicited a chuckle from your future husband. He turned to Aemond and pointed at you. "See? She is going to be a perfect wife. All it took was a cock and she is already completely stupid and brainless, like a real good wife should be."

"Uhm, I guess she is not a very strong girl." Aemond scoffed, the word Strong bringing you horrible memories and making you whimper and turn your face into the pillow, until you finally fell asleep while Aegon was still eating you out. "I am serious, brother. Let our whore niece sleep and get some rest." Aemond murmured a little impatiently, his eye scanning the Vermithor pendant of your new necklace and then to Aegon's lips, wet with your juices and creamy with the mess of your blood and Aemond's seed. "Just stop eating my seed. Your future wife will not get pregnant with my child if you keep being a greedy and needy slut, sucking out all my cum just for you."

Aegon's eyes widened, in disbelief at his brother's words, raising the head and being interrupted just as he was about to defend himself. "Besides, you are going to end up cumming in your own pants if you keep just watching everything and settling for scraps. Our niece's cunt is delightful, however, I will be waiting for you in my private chambers so you can continue apologizing to me, brother."

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[trippinsorrows]

I know Roman will be strict with boys but what would make me cackle is if Lina or Leya got a boyfriend that’s just as big and as bad as him 😂😂😂 like imagine them going to prom and Roman has to look up to him/ or be at eye level because of his height and he’d get a pang in his chest because him and the guy have the same/similar muscle mass. Baby he’d be too stunned and jealous to speak 😂😭

wait, cause i'm screaming at this!!! 😂😂😂😂

but also, i'm wondering why the hell these boys so damn big in high school?!?! like, roman is a big ass man. emphasis on man. but, let both their dates be the same height as him, you're right, he would be fussing away to solana.

"what the fuck are they feeding these kids? they look fucking 25."

solana rolls her eyes, continuing to massage her husband's scalp as he lays in her lap, vehemently venting about his introduction to the girls dates.

their boyfriends, technically. but, she and the girls haven't quite worked out a way to break that news to her husband without his blood pressure shooting through the roof.

or the boys going missing.

"i developed early, too, roman. it happens." it happened to both their girls too, but she refuses to bring up those days. roman's overprotectiveness was times ten when the twins hit puberty. "and they're very nice."

"i don't give a fuck if they're nice or not. they're not good enough for my girls."

"roman, no one is good enough for them, leave it to you." solana leans over and kisses his forehead, advising, "they really like them, baby. please try to be nice."

"yeah, i'll be nice alright," he grumbles. solana rolls her eyes. he's about as mature as their younger kids sometimes. "i want to see their birth certificates." his eyes suddenly alight with an idea she knows she's not going to like. "i should go over there."

solana's eyes widen ever so slightly. yup. definitely not an idea she likes. "roman, you are not going to go over there."

"why not?" he sits up, looking at her like he doesn't know why that would such a bad idea. "anything can happen."

"because you remember the last time you showed up to their dance to check on them? you broke that poor boy's jaw!"

roman shrugs, indifferent. "he was too weak for my leya anyway."

solana sighs, heavily. she'd almost rather be entertaining their other four kids all at the same time than try to reason with her stubborn ass husband. "they'll be fine, roman. they have their security, and don't act like i don't know you don't have jimmy and jey sitting in the parking lot as backup."

roman looks away, neither confirming nor denying.

"and--"

the sound of something breaking pulls them from the conversation at hand followed by hushed, nervous, rushed conversation.

"what did you do?!"

"it wasn't me! it was kai!"

"no, it wasn't! it was koa!"

"no way!"

"i'm telling daddy!"

"snitch!"

"mommy! daddy!" aroha's soft voice is upped several octaves as she calls for her parents. "the twins are being mean to me!"

"nu uh!"

"uh huh!"

roman sighs. heavily. solana only smiles, seeing the frustration already growing. "i think we have more important things to worry about tonight than our teenagers."

roman scoffs, standing up and reaching his hand out to pull solana up from the sofa. "i wish you would even think to tell me you want another baby." she giggles, holding onto his arm as they head off to do damage control. "all these damn kids."

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part eighty: "The Revisitation of Moving In"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt and you finish up some work at home and then head to bed.

Or The pair of you have some very important conversations before going to sleep.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 2.9k

a/n: Enjoy the domestic fluff in this one because it is so goddamn sweet! There's also a little surprise conversation thrown into here that took me by surprise as I was writing... Our next installment will be "The Late Night Snack Hunt" featuring an inebriated Matt and Reader! You can find the entire list of installments for this series here and feel free to leave some love if you enjoyed this one!

Tag List: @mattkinsella2 @stilldreaming666 @murdocksclient @madscamp02 @ninacoette @lina-mar @1988-fiend @pinkratts @schneeflocky @acharliecoxedfan @yarrystyleeza @theetherealbloom

Legs crossed on the couch, your laptop was balanced along your lap as your eyes scanned over the finished article on the screen. Beside you on the leather couch was Matt, his own body leant forward towards his laptop situated on the coffee table. His right hand was currently running over his braille reader as he was going through his notes for a deposition tomorrow morning, his left hand absently resting on your knee. 

The pair of you had been seated on the couch like this for a couple of hours now. Initially you’d come over and Matt had ordered takeout from the Thai restaurant around the corner from his place. You’d both sat at his table eating and discussing your day and venting about work before you both ended up delving back into said work on his couch. Foggy had apparently been on Matt today about staying in tonight and prepping for their deposition in the morning, which was why Matt had not gone out in the mask tonight.

Now you found yourself finished editing over your article for the fourth time in a row, finally feeling it was ready for you to send in to Ellison. Pulling up your work email, you quickly attached the article and typed up a message before sending it off with a relieved sigh. And then your eyes dropped down to the time in the corner of the screen. It was a little after ten at night and you needed to be up for work in the morning. 

Closing out of your open tabs, you rubbed a hand over your eyes. Matt shifted on the couch beside you, coming out of his own sort of trance-like state from his work. As you closed your laptop, your focus turned to his questioning face beside you.

“It’s just after ten,” you told him. “I’m probably going to call it a night, Matty.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said, his hand squeezing your knee before he removed it. “I’m just running through a few more notes and then I’ll join you.”

You leaned over towards him, placing a kiss on his cheek. The stubble of his beard lightly rasped against your lips as they lingered on him for a moment. A smile spread across his mouth as you pulled away, the warmth of it reaching his eyes.

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” you whispered.

You picked up your laptop from your lap before leaning forward to set it on the coffee table and out of Matt’s way. Rising to your feet, you let out a groan as your stiff muscles protested the movement. You shuffled around the coffee table, trudging through the living room and down the short hallway, one hand rubbing at your stiff neck as you walked. 

When you reached the bathroom, you flipped the light on and took two steps towards the sink. You plucked your blue toothbrush from the holder where it sat next to Matt’s red one before running it under the water for a moment. After applying toothpaste, you set the tube back, making sure you returned it to exactly where Matt always kept it on the left hand corner of the sink. You then focused on brushing your teeth before bed like you always did, your eyes half-lidded and your mind currently blank. The work day had taken it out of you, and repeatedly re-reading your article after writing it had only further drained you.

Bending forward, you spat out the toothpaste and rinsed your toothbrush when you’d finished. And then your hand reached up to return your toothbrush to the same place you always kept it in order to not confuse Matt on which one was his. You set about rinsing your mouth and washing your face off afterwards. As you stood back up, your hand reaching out to turn off the faucet, you immediately startled when you saw Matt’s tired face grinning at you through the bathroom mirror.

“Shit, Matt,” you breathed out. “Can you stop sneaking up on me?”

Trying to calm your racing heart at the scare he’d just given you, you stepped out of the way of the sink so he could grab his own toothbrush and brush his teeth. Drying off on the hand towel nearby, you watched as he squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush, noting how he looked just as worn out as you did tonight. As you turned to pass by him and make your way to the bedroom, one of his hands reached out towards you and grazed your hip, the touch causing you to briefly pause beside him. His fingers affectionately brushed back and forth along you for a moment as he slipped his toothbrush into his mouth. He sent you a wink, his lips pulling into a tired grin around his toothbrush, before his hand fell back to his side and he turned back towards the sink. You couldn’t resist the smile that slid onto your face as you stepped around him and out of the bathroom.

You made your way down the hall and back towards his bedroom, switching off the light as you entered. Memorizing the path to the bed in the dark with how often you’d stayed here, you easily found your way. After removing the necklace Matt had gotten you for Christmas–one you barely ever took off–you placed it on the nightstand and reached your hand out in search of the sheets on the mattress. Pulling them back, you quickly climbed in and began to settle onto your side of the bed. You could hear Matt finishing up in the bathroom as you turned onto your side. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes and waited for him to join you, your body sinking into the comfortable mattress.

The sound of the bedroom door gently rolling closed caused you to jolt on the bed, your eyes flying back open. Your brain took a moment to realize you’d briefly just dozed off as you picked up on Matt’s footsteps making his way towards you.

“Sorry,” he murmured, pulling the sheets back on his side. “Wasn’t trying to disturb you.”

“That’s alright,” you told him. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.”

As he climbed into the bed beside you, a large yawn made its way out of you. You threw a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle it. Matt chuckled softly in the dark next to you, his hands soon finding you under the silk sheets. 

“Come here my tired little journalist,” he whispered.

His hands on your hips urged you to scoot closer and you eagerly complied, your right arm snaking its way around Matt’s waist in return as you drew yourself closer to him. The warmth of his bare skin against you under the cold sheets felt comforting. You sighed in contentment again as your eyelids dropped closed.

“I like this,” Matt said.

“Mmm,” you hummed out. “You’re quite cuddly and warm.”

He huffed out an amused breath, the smile apparent in his voice when he spoke. “No, I meant you being here,” he said. “I like you being here.”

“That’s good,” you murmured. “Considering I’m here often.”

“Have you…thought more about moving in?” he asked hesitantly.

Your eyes instantly opened in the darkened bedroom. The two of you had danced around the topic for weeks now, often finding yourself in conversations starting off with ‘When we’re living together’ or ‘When you move in.’ But neither of you had actually just brought up the subject point blank lately. Though you had definitely found yourself thinking about it more and more frequently.

“Yes,” you admitted.

There was a long pause in the dark, Matt’s hand gently rubbing a circle along your hip. You chewed your lip, not sure if he was waiting for you to say more while you waited for him to say more.

“And?” he asked anxiously.

“I–I want to,” you nervously confessed.

His hand on your hip ceased its movement instantly. “You do?” he asked hopefully. “You’re not–not feeling pressured because I’m bringing it up?”

“No, I’ve uh, actually been thinking about it a lot lately,” you admitted. Your nails lightly dragged back and forth along Matt’s bare back, a nervous fidgeting as you spoke. “I uh, I was nervous thinking about a lot of things for a few weeks before I sort of came to a conclusion,” you confessed. “Not just about everything your heightened senses would pick up on with me living here–which apparently I can come up with many, many things.” 

You let out an awkward laugh, your nails still running back and forth along his back. Matt remained quiet, clearly listening to you very intently.

“But I was doing some serious thinking for a bit. About everything with the breakup. And you being Daredevil and what that means–what it entails,” you continued. “And what moving in here with you means. You know, for the–the future. Which is…actually what I have been wondering myself.”

“What’s that?” he asked softly.

You bit your lip nervously, your heart beating a little faster in your chest as you worked up the courage to ask him what had steadily been on your mind over the past few weeks.

“Us living together,” you continued carefully, “would mean that you…see things progressing between us, right?” you asked. “Like–like further down the road, of course. Not right when I move in. But I just want to be clear that we’re uh…on the same page?”

There was a brief pause before Matt spoke, your teeth gnawing the inside of your cheek nervously.

“Are you asking if I’m thinking about marriage?” he questioned back.

Hearing him say it aloud only increased your nerves, making the prospect of marrying Matthew Murdock feel suddenly all the more real. Your heart sped up a little faster at the thought of an engagement ring someday maybe being on your finger.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “I just–I don’t want to be moving in if we’re not, you know, both sort of thinking that’s where things are going. You know?”

“Sweetheart,” Matt began slowly, “I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think this was progressing in that direction. I think there’s a bit more on that front we need to discuss though, but living together would be a step in that direction, I think.”

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in the dark at his words. Matt had just admitted to you that he felt your relationship was progressing in the direction of marriage. As in–Matt wanted to marry you. You. The awkward overthinker. The one who used to be so timid and nervous in the bedroom. The one with a handful of insecurities that you were still trying to overcome. 

He wanted you. Forever.

A giddy excitement was suddenly coursing through you, one that you were fighting to contain. The exhaustion you’d been feeling only moments ago had suddenly disappeared entirely. You wanted to kick the sheets off of you and roll back and forth along the bed laughing like a maniac. You wanted to jump out of his bed right now and run laps around the rooftop screaming and squealing until your throat was hoarse. You wanted to jump into Matt’s arms and cover him with a hundred kisses–and then maybe fuck him senseless. 

But instead you laid silently next to Matt with your heart racing in your chest as you anxiously chewed your lip.  

"Care to share what has you so excited?" Matt asked with a light laugh. “Your body just went from tired to…very, very not tired.”

“I just–just wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted.

“Expecting what?” he asked.

You swallowed hard, trying desperately to fight that growing giddiness so you wouldn’t look foolish in front of Matt.

“That you uh, you’d been thinking about marriage,” you answered. “To me.”

“I guess we’ve never talked too much about that, have we?” he mused aloud.

You shook your head along the pillow. “No, not too much,” you answered.

“Well,” Matt began, one of his hands slipping underneath you as the other held onto your hip, “I’ve certainly been thinking about it.”

Matt abruptly pulled you up onto him, your hands quickly flying out to steady yourself as you yelped in surprise, gripping his broad shoulders. In the darkness of his bedroom you could just faintly make out the smile on his lips as he gazed back up at you. That giddy feeling inside of you only grew, a smile spreading across your own mouth in return as Matt’s hands wrapped around you, holding you tight to him.

“Have you now?” you asked curiously. 

“Mmm, I have,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

He leaned up towards you, easily finding your mouth in the dark. His lips placed a sweet, lingering kiss along yours. Your eyes closed, your fingers gripping more firmly to his shoulders as you melted into him beneath you. When he pulled back, that excitement was somehow still running wild within you.

“And what about you, sweetheart?” Matt asked. “Have you been thinking about it?”

You were not about to admit that you’d been often testing out how your first name sounded with his last name for months now, so much so that you’d actually gotten used to it. Because that would be embarrassing. But you’d definitely been thinking about marrying Matt–even more seriously now after the two of you had recovered from the incident surrounding Backman and your breakup.

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“And it’s…something you’ve thought about in a positive way?” he asked, his tone suddenly nervous.

You nodded immediately. “Absolutely, are you kidding me? I’d be fucking insane to think of that as a bad thing.”

“Even with…what I do?” he asked, that nervous edge still present in his voice.

Right hand sliding up towards his cheek, you cupped it gently as you lowered your forehead to his. “Yes, Matt,” you assured him. “I mean sure, it definitely warrants some discussions when it comes to…well, marriage, but yes. Even with you being Daredevil. Because I love you.”

His mouth was on yours again in an instant. He was kissing you like he never wanted to let you go, so much love spilling forth from him to you in that moment. And you were kissing him back just as passionately, hoping to ease whatever insecurity still appeared to be rearing its head in his mind. 

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss back to his lips. “I love you, too, Matty,” you replied. 

His hands tightened around your back as you gazed down at him. That smile was on his mouth again, though somehow brighter in the darkness than before.

“Move in with me, sweetheart,” Matt urged. “I don’t ever want to have to say goodbye to you again.”

Your lips curled up into a grin. “Is this you asking me to move in again? Or demanding it?” you teased.

“Asking,” he answered quickly. “I would never want you to feel forced. But…would you like to move in with me?” 

Licking your lips, you felt that nervous, giddy excitement still coursing through your body. You felt like you were floating and you never wanted to come down.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Yes?” he asked back hopefully.

You nodded swiftly, laughing a little as you did. “Yes, Matt, I’ll move in with you,” you replied.

Before you knew what happened, Matt had flipped you over on the bed. He was now hovering above you, that broad, beautiful smile on his face in the dark. Seconds later his mouth descended on yours, kissing you with a hard, impassioned kiss. When he finally pulled away, you almost felt breathless. 

But then he was kissing you in a flurry of kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your neck. And you were helplessly giggling underneath him, the sound of his own laugh eventually mingling with yours as he continued to kiss you.

“You have just made me–” he began, stopping to kiss your nose and then your lips, “–the happiest I’ve ever been.”

The smile still drawn wide over your mouth, both of your hands reached up to cradle his face between your hands. “You’ve always made me the happiest I’ve ever been,” you confessed.

His forehead lowered to yours, his nose gently bumping yours. “I can’t believe the good fortune I had to meet you,” he whispered.

You laughed lightly beneath him. “I can’t believe you still wanted me after you met me,” you joked. “Hell, I embarrassed myself so horribly all the time around you.”

“And now you’re moving in with me,” Matt pointed out. 

“And I can’t believe that’s happening either,” you murmured.

Silence fell over the pair of you for a minute, Matt still hovering above you with his forehead pressed to yours. Your fingers slipped back into his hair, carding them through the soft strands, a broad smile drawn wide across your lips.

“I don’t think I can go to sleep after that,” Matt admitted after a moment, breaking the silence.

“Me either,” you whispered.

“Should we do something?” he asked.

“Mmm,” you hummed out, fingers still playing with his hair. “What do you suggest?”

A deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated from low in his chest. The sound had your pulse speeding up instantly.

“How about I kiss you and we see what happens?” he asked. “That sound good to you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

Matt’s mouth came crashing down onto yours, your hands fisting his hair and holding him firmly to you. The weight of him above you pressed you further into the mattress, his firm body flush to the front of yours as you gradually wrapped your legs around him.

Neither of you came up for air for a while that night.

[domquixotedospobresblog]

Lina

This is the story of a girl and a number, a single number. She was tired of searching, of running after it. No one gave her information about it. They said it was best for her, and she almost always cursed them and left crying, saying that she knew what was best for her life. She walked the streets and neighborhoods with a photo in her hand, and Lina knocked on doors looking for information, something that would lead her to the one who owned her heart. Not even her family helped her in this obsession. She was almost alone in this frantic search. Exhausted, hungry, and dirty from running through dark alleys at night like a ghost. Her sins were not forgiven, and she wandered in search of redemption. No matter how much we want the best for someone, no matter how hard we are in our search for a solution. We are human beings, and when our hearts are heavy, someone always gives in. And this was their best friend. When he saw her wasting away on the streets, he made a decision and told her the address where he lived. Finally, he wrote the number 378 on the paper. He wanted to end it. With that agony, she got all dressed up and went to maybe be able to vent, forgive or be forgiven. When she arrived, he was leaving at the door. She didn't even have time to smile. Another girl pulled him back and they went out kissing passionately towards the car, where they made love in the back seat a few times. A dagger entered her throat, trying to stop that out-of-tune thump thump in her chest. Now there was no way out, there was no going back. Think better before trying to end someone's pain. You might just be taking away their last breath of hope.

Jonas r Cezar

[six-of-them]

Hi! Quick blog post so people don't be weird with this acc!

This is a blog made by an host of our system for us! We are all fictives(?) of the six the musical cast!

Before you follow us just know we will rb at lot of six fanart, sometimes spam rbing. If you do not want any on ur dash then please do not follow us.

[Pt: Before you follow us just know we will rb at lot of six fanart, sometimes spam rbing. If you do not want any on ur dash then please do not follow us.]

No, this is not an roleplay blog and never will be. Please do not treat this blog like one.

if you are anti-endo just block us and move on, we're really just trying to exist and you guys just. Make us uncomfortable.

Feel free to send us asks if your confused about anything!

Anyways! With basic info done here is out basic info:

Lina’s is #- 👑💛! I go by Lina. I likely would talk about the rest of the sys most on here. And maybe about JJ

Anne's is #- 🐍💚. I'm likely gonna be active the least honestly, I don't have much to say. If you know our main please don't call me Anne over there, there a reason I go by another name.

Janes is #- 🐻‍❄🤍! I might reblog fanart and baking stuff mostly. I like polar bears...

Anna's is #- 💥❤️. I don't. Know what ima rb yet actually. Lmao. I go explicitly by Anna

Kit's is #- 🌸💗. I like music! And my source but I'm gonna avoid fanart of me like the plague (unless it isn't explicitly AYWD fanart or referencing). I go by Kit

Caths/Estelle is #- 📖💙. Prefer the name Estelle anywhere else. But I guess i wont get you for using Cath or variants here. Just done call me them on our main. I like looking at churches and rbing they are pretty.

Anya uses #- 📖🔥, I don't even know how I got here. I am. Technically related to six

For our rbs we would use our emoji combo and then rbs (etc: 📖💙's rbs), Whole household tag is: #We're Six | 👑💜

Edit: Extra tags waawaa

Drawing tag: #Picked up a Pen and a Microphone | 🖋&🎤

Source complaining/general venting tag: #And without him; we disappear... | 🪶🩸

General source talk tag: #History's about to get overthrown | 📖📚

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

-I will return to the rooms. -Really? -Yes… I'm a little tired… She turned around and didn't wait any longer. Although the rest of the children looked at her with a worried expression, she only cared about moving forward. Ocelot watched from a distance. "Children…" She glanced at him, rolling her eyes in an expression of weariness. Upon reaching the common room, she straightened the sheets on her bed, which was next to Eli's. The wind created by the blankets caused a crumpled paper to fall. She followed the paper ball with her gaze and picked it up, smoothing it out. She would recognize that handwriting anywhere… It was Eli's… and someone else's. Several drawings and scribbles were interspersed throughout the conversation.

"Do you like her?" "Yes…" "And you haven't told her?" "What?" "Come on… aren't you brave enough??" "It's not about that. I am brave. You wouldn't understand, even if I explained it a thousand times. First, I have to settle things with my father. Then… after that… there's her. We'll all leave this place, and I'll take her with me… it will be then when I tell her…" "Awww, Eli is in love." "Don't be stupid. There's nothing wrong with that. She is kind to me, and she's the first person who genuinely cared about me… so I will find a way to tell her… that I love her…" She hugged the paper, and a small tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, folded the paper, and put it in her pocket. She gently lay down on Eli's bed and gradually drifted off to sleep.

IM DYING THIS IT TOO GOOD U R THE BEST LINA!!!!

The writing, the little descriptions, the dialouges, everything is just so *chef kiss*!!!

Maybe I'll make a reference to this in chapter 14 (it's gonna be a VERY important chap)

ILY <3<3<3<3

Azedi's honest reaction:

P.S.: who's the other person Eli's having a comunication with? When I drew this I thought it was a conversation he had with himself, not like in a crazy way but like he was trying to vent. now that I re-read this for the 7th I've just noticed it and Im soooo curious!!

[papirouge]

Hey! Hope it's alright if i share a little vent? about cod dudebros and uneducated immature idiots that make shit up and spread misinformation?

So i ran into a couple of comments from some random guys that were being all hardass and saying stuff like "Ghost is confirmed straight, literally says on CoD wiki" and "he has a gf in comics" and i just lost my shit right there and then. Like these idiots are so hyperfixated onto projecting on this nigh blank slate military dude that they go as far as to claim shit how he was implying in the campaign how he fucks women or how he's into them????? The dudebro community is something else i swear, like revolting is putting it mildly but anyhow, if you're up for it I'd love to see your thoughts on this hypocrisy and moronic behaviour

ugh? if anything, the comic shows that Ghost is absolutely uninterested in women or romance altogether 🥴

Dude never stopped rejecting women and/or belng violent against them... Samuel Roukin was absolutely right in saying that Ghost doesn't date. That's the most logical answer but people keep wanna sexualizing him for whatever reason. It's okay for a character to not be into sex or romance, but I guess this hypothesis is too much snowflakey for them gamerbro to handle. That's why they had to make up Ghost having a gf in the comics xD I mean, they also get real mad whenever there's talk about Alex/Farah romance, so....🥴

But I know people can be extremely stupid and in bad faith on the internet, that's why I hardly engage into discourse. Let alone on silly fictional characters....

Even on real people, the internet will have a VERY selective memory. Not long ago I made a comment on a reddit sub reminding how fake Lady Gaga was in her early days, saying she would never wear fur, only for her to wear a meat dress a few years later, her shady blood sacrifice skin walking of Lina Morgana, etc. All of this has been PUBLICLY documented, but I kid you not I've been called creepy for bringing this up and that I had a "grief" against her 😭 Mind you, it was on a reddit page calling out shady beauty influencers whose words didn't align with their actions, but suddenly when it came to me pointing out the same hypocrisy on a celebrity suddenly it was "bUt sHe cHangEd hEr MinD!!!" Ok. Keep that same excuse for all the influencers you keep bitching against 24/7, then? 🥴 i mean neither you or I have proof of whether she lied OR changed or mind so there's no point to be soo caught up to act like your opinion was somehow more rational or obvious as mine - celebrities lying isn't that much of a controversial statement......

But you can bet that if Gaga gets canceled one day they will gladly bring up everything I talked about. NetizenS LOVE bringing celebrities dirty laundry whenever they loses the public flavor (look what they're currently doing with Joe Jonas lmao). They're soooo hypocritical that's quite insane lmao

[eddy-clio]

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[iricathel]

Sorry not sorry,

But Aaron Taylor is the BEST and most accurate representation of Arnold fr like—

JUST LOOK AT HIM IN ANNA KARENINA

Like if I could make a live action, I would fr put Aaron in the casting to play as Arnold 100%

AND JUST LOOK AT THIS EDIT I FOUND TOO LIKE PLS THAT'S FUCKING ARNOLD

[ghostlygeto]

peri !!!! i know things may not seem the best right now, but just remember you aren’t alone ❤︎ your feelings and emotions are valid—so dont beat yaself up for experiencing them! i’m always here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent to :3 love ya lots ! more than ya will ever know. stay safe and don’t forget to look after yourself, drink some water and rest ya body + mind !! love love love LOVE ya !

waaaaa lina thank u so so much <3 ur words mean so much. ur too too kind. i love u so bad :(( <3 <3 <3

[st4rryspace]

o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o WELCOME TO MY BLOG . . . !!

this is the personal blog of the current host of @theparliamentofqueers. this currently being primarily lina. my name is lina, but I also go by star. my pronouns are she/star, but I have no problem being referred to as they though. I’m ageless in-sys. I have a ton of genders, but I primarily identify as sleepygender sleepyleite and protlasromantic asexual.

here is a list of system hosts if you need to know who might be fronting if it’s not me.

o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o NOTES . . . !!

i am neurodivergent ( autistic + adhd ) and would greatly appreciate tone tags being used. I usually type pretty formally , and if not formally then probably with relatively correct punctuation. I am part of a system, if no headmate is tagged in particular, assume that it is me, lina.

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[fluxters17]

heyy, im back again with some things to vent about:

my mother has been bad, even my only trusted best friend lina agrees. im alone in this house, no one witnesses my fights and struggles i undergo on a daily basis but Allah.

my sister was kicked out of the house, my brother hasnt been home since late 2016, and now, its just me.

i have made a spacehey account and made a bunch of cool friends ! Al hamdulilah .

i want to be free, be good, and be myself. im true to myself, but my parents are not. They think im just a teenager whos weak and unable to face the shitty side of the world but also proceedes to treat me like shit. They both are mf bipolars . DRAPEAU BLANC bro.

I want to lose weight, cut and die my hair, get GOOD GRADES, get accepted into my future uni and degree, get piercings, get closer to allah...

Why cant i just "be it"? Ya rab, im dying.