#my aunt wont stop crying

[cadmuslabs777]

To any friendly Irish people and Brazilian immigrants in Ireland: my cousin's husband bit an officer in self defense and now is facing charges, he's in risk of spending an year in jail (they're putting a lot of fear in them). They have zero support there, they're so vulnerable, we already told them to ask the embassy for help, but does anyone have any legal advice specific to Irish laws? They were just a month from leaving the country and now they're terrified. I'm so fucking worried for the two of them.

[ryuseitai]

so nervuos for tmrw bc im seeing my cousin

[kisses4tom]

heyy i know you already did an "uncle Bill" hc but i was thinking about if you could make a "soon to be uncle" Bill hc pleaseee! 🙏🏻🎀❤️ ty if you do!

(sorry for my english but it's not my first language 🥲)

ᡣ𐭩 SOON TO BE UNCLE BILLY

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you're totally fine ml and OMG YES!! that's so cuteeee i'm so excited to write this HAHAH 😭🤭🫶🏻 i love writing fluff like these so I hope you like it 💕

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first of all let's pretend Tom is having a child 😻 and it's gonna be a girl because i can only see him with a little daughter i'm sorry 😭. Now it can either be with you or another woman, nevertheless Bill is gonna be an uncle wooh!!! 🥳

I'm gonna go in order (like from when they told him about the pregnancy to when the baby is born) pretty much.

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(let's pretend) Tom and the baby mama made a little box with a baby bodysuit that said "uncle Billy" and a pregnancy test to surprise him with.

when Bill opens the box he doesn't realize, but then he reads the bodysuit and sees the pregnancy test, and it hits him.

"aw you guys didn't have to get me anything!...what is this? uncle Billy?...WAIT!! WHAT??"

his jaw immediately hits the floor

he would hug his brother and tell him how much he deserves this child

he'd cry rivers and lakes from the joy 🥹

"I'm so happy for you guys, you truly deserve it!"

he's so excited!

he would obviously respect the (future) parents' privacy, but he won't shut up at the same time about how much he can't wait to meet this baby!

"i'm gonna be an uncle!!"

his dream is basically coming true

he would always ask to see the ultrasound pictures

very invested in the pregnancy~

my man's READY for this child 😭

he would take charge to organize the gender reveal himself

definitely team girl but mostly team healthy 🤓 (TELL ME WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY TO ME BYE)

he would jump and happy cry when the gender is revealed

"Tom! i remind you have a chance to name the baby after me!!"

would DEFINITELY buy all the cute baby clothes 🥹

"look how tiny this is!! I can't believe she will fit in this"

omg wait imagine a baby shopping spree with the baby mama (in-law goals 😩)

"come on it's too cute i can't just leave it here, it's got little strawberries!"

he would make a gift basket with all the essentials!

when he got the call from Tom telling him it's baby time he immediately JUMPED and ran to the hospital to support him in the waiting room

he would record everything

"hi baby! that's your dad in the waiting room and he's shitting his pants right now!!"

the first time he held her it was like love at first sight for him and obviously he didn't hold back tears 🎀

"she's tinyy oh my god how is that possible!?"

baby voice at it's FINEST

he's scared to be too loud so he's pretty much whispering the whole time

he wont stop congratulating the parents and telling them how cute and perfect she is!!

"my name is officially uncle Billy. I'm legally changing it"

He refers as a cool aunt more than uncle (this is a real fact btw! 🤭)

he would go home late after spending the entire day at the hospital

definitely spending the first week at Tom's house with their mom to help!

here's the uncle Billy headcanon I made some time ago if you want to check that out too! 🫶🏻🎀

[creative-caramel-coffee]

PROMPTS LIST

Hi welcome to my prompts list, if you have an idea for a fic or would like one of these prompts in a fic let me know the number or letter or both in a request (feel free to use more than one) and I (if your request fits the guidelines) will write it at some point. If you are requesting you don’t have to use a prompt but feel free too. :)

please also look at my do’s and don’ts before requesting :)

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1. “honey i know you really don’t want to but can you please take your medicine?”

2. “give me that, did you even look at the right dose before you started chugging cold medicine love?”

3. “if you can walk from here to there you can come with.”

4. “dont speak honey i can tell it hurts.”

5. “love you act like a child when your sick”

6. “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

7. “no honey it happens i don’t blame you please don’t cry my sweet.”

8. “what are you doing out of bed my love?”

9. “look at me, hold my hands. breathe with me love your ok.”

10. “do you think you can eat something or will you be sick again my love?”

11. “honey you must be boiling from the inside out here come to bed and let me look at that fever of yours.”

12. “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

13. “your looking a bit pale love are you feeling alright, come here.”

14. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

15. “this cant be new, love how long have you felt sick?”

16. “i don’t like the sound of that cough, let me hear your breathing my sweet.”

17. “no. you need to be in bed now come here ill carry you back.”

18. “can you walk?”

19. “is it your head?”

20. “if this happens again I’m taking you to the sickbay.”

21. “ready your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!.”

22. “slow sips my love or you’ll be sick again?”

23. “have you taken anything for it?”

24. “come on babe just a nibble its all I’m asking you need to eat something.”

25. “oh love you must feel awful.”

26. “let me see that right now, how did you even do this?”

27. “that sounds like a nasty cold, do you need anything?”

28. “honey you cant come with you can barely walk.”

29. “here put this over your eyes and sleep.”

30. “i got you a cold wash cloth and some pain medicine to help.”

31. “aww love come here.”

32. “is that the grim reaper?”

33. “did you get your period love.”

34. “its ok we can get the blood out.”

35. “honey can you come with me, your bleeding through your shorts.”

36. “come have a bath and i’ll get you something for the cramps.”

37. “oh love its that time of the month isn’t it sweets.”

38. “its ok, a little period blood wont kill me.”

39. “honey the boys haven’t noticed yet but the blood on your suit isn’t from the mission, aunt flo came.”

40. “Love we need to get you changed.”

41. “Um I think im gonna-“

42. “I’ll admit im not feeling so hot.”

43. “Honey you’ve lost your colour sweets you very pale.”

44. “Honey we need to get you checked out”

45. “It’s alright love I know you didn’t mean to.”

46. “Its ok you’ll be alright. Im right here.”

47. “I need you to tell me if your going to be sick again.”

48. “That doesn’t sound good.”

49. “Don’t lie to me I know somethings wrong.”

50. “How about you tell me the truth this time.”

51. “If the next thing you say is a lie I will leave you here by yourself.”

52. “Sweets you feel like a furnace I need you to let me check your temp.”

53. “Please let me look after you.”

54. “At this rate your going to collapse.”

55. “Stop running yourself into the ground.”

56. “I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces. Always.”

57. “One hug then you need to let me get up so i can look after you.”

58. “Darling come here, you clearly need cuddles.”

59. “I don’t care if your sick nothing will stop me hugging you love.”

60. “If you don’t come back to bed I won’t give you cuddles for a week.”

61. “How dare you threaten my cuddles. That’s low even for you.”

Scenarios

a. spontaneous collapse

b. acts like a child when sick

c. difficult when sick

d. insists their ok

e. cant speak so uses sign language

f. suffers in silence

g. hiding illness / injury

h. throwing up in bed

i. throwing up on someone

j. throwing up on the floor

k. bleeding on sheets (period)

l. bleeding through suit / clothes (period)

m. hiding cramps

n. hiding that their on their period

o. shaking hands

p. shaking body

q. fever + sweaty

r. needs to be carried everywhere

s. needy when sick

t. wandering around confused when sick

u. confused when sick

v. waking up confused.

w. Forehead kisses

x. Nightmare

y. Fever dreams

z. Cant walk properly

AA. Broken bones

AB. forehead kisses

AC. sniffles

[because-she-goes]

april showers

warnings: happy crying, pregnancy/fertility, swearing for like half a second. Enjoy!

It was a less than ideal scenario. Nora was currently in New York on a rather luminous April day. Matty was touring in South America with the boys doing the festival circuit. She had been sick all morning, her period was a week late and she now was starting to feel bloated as ever. She took a few pregnancy tests on a whim last night just to see if she really was going through what her body was trying to tell her. Then there it was in plain english, on all 3 tests. Positive. Her heart swelled at the idea of a little human inside of her, quietly growing, quietly loving her. She started to cry on the apartment floor, knees bunched together and hand over her face, a mile wide grin permanently fixed. She decided to wait until a reasonable hour in Brazil to tell Matty, not wanting to scare the poor guy in the middle of the night with her tears and watery voice. She had already started thinking about how cute this little love would be, Matty’s wild curls, her coffee brown eyes, his charm, her creativity… she couldn’t wait. She grinned that night as she slept, holding her belly - the maternal instinct already kicking in.

At 9am Brazil time, Matty’s phone woke him up. Rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat, he swiped to answer. “Hello? Gorgeous, why are you calling this early? Is everything okay? Are you safe?” immediately beginning to panic. Nora would get up at 10:30am on a good day, let alone 8am in the US.

“Hi Handsome… are you sitting by any chance? Have a bit of news for you…” She bit a corner of her lip nervously. A hand raked through her messy morning hair, a t-shirt of his hanging from her chest as she sat up on the edge of the bed, letting her bare legs dangle.

“Yeah, baby… Why? Please just come out and tell me already I promise whatever it is I wont be upset….” He trails off, ringing his hands together a little - a nervous tick.

“Fine….” an exhale. “Matty, I am pregnant.” In that moment, his world stops. Tears of joy flood his saddle brown eyes, his mind now only imagining their child - running around a playground, birthdays, graduations, school recitals, college, relationships, music tastes, summers, vacations, parent-teacher meetings. He can’t believe it. He is gonna be a dad. He feels like he is in a dream floating above his body. A sniffle brings him back to her.

“Honey, I could not be more excited, more happy. You have made me the luckiest man on the planet. I love you, I love them. I am flying home as soon as I can. I can’t wait to see you, baby….holy shit we’re having a baby!!!” He exclaims, the thrill of it now catching up to him. The rest of the boys wake up and look at him like he has 1000 heads, “Nora’s pregnant!!” He yells at them. She is now crying on the other end of the phone call. He is gonna be the greatest dad, if he is this excited over just her telling him on a phone she can’t wait to see him in person. She hears the boys yell words of congratulations and good lucks to her from Matty’s end, them hugging him and celebrating as a unit. Sometimes it is like she has 4 husbands she thinks with a laugh, all of them so intertwined and interconnected in eachother’s lives. She can’t wait for this tiny little bean to meet their 3 uncles and aunt Charli and Carly.

A few hours go by and Matty is on a non-stop home to her. He had Jamie emergency book it, he just had to get home and see her - by plane, train or automobile. He is wearing whatever he could find the quickest in his cramped suitcase - his holy cross sweatshirt, a warm plaid jacket, his crossbody, jeans and his beloved gazelles. The whole way home he is thinking about the baby and Nora, the two halves of his heart. His plane thankfully lands without issue and he sprints across the airport to the rent-a-car desk. “Anything you have, my wife is pregnant!” He is telling everyone he physically can, a shit-eating grin greeting each and every last one of them. The kind older woman hands him a random pair of keys with a “free of charge, honey!” He thanks her in a flash and runs to find the vehicle. Of course, almost too perfectly, it is a mini-van. He jumps in, starts the engine and begins the drive into Manhattan, luckily its late, about 8pm so there is minimal traffic. Every minute that passes, Matty grows more and more impatient to see her. Traffic turns out not to be the issue, but stop lights. When he gets to his 8th red light in a matter of 15 minutes he accepts defeat. Pulling the car into a parking deck and giving a kid the keys and a $50, he gets onto the sidewalk. Only 2 miles away, oh this is cake! He’s run more than that while fucking high and hungover! He doesn’t even realize the clouds darken, or the rain starting, not the thunder, not the lightning, none of it. A cold, spring storm reigns down on the city. His feet carry him the 2 miles in a matter of minutes, that's when he halts. In the middle of New York’s worst storm of the year, Matthew Timothy Healy - wet as water - is buying a dozen light pink roses from a street vendor. The $20 in his wallet is soaking wet, but the florist accepts it with a “thank you for your service!” Matty is off again, now taking olympic level strides down the wet concrete, a vice grip on the flowers. Sweatshirt and jacket now clinging to him and light blue jeans now nearly navy, forget the sneakers those feel like puddles at this point. People are dodging him, diving out of the way, some even clapping towards him or yelling words of encouragement sensing that it must be some big, romantic gesture - it is New York afterall.

Finally, reaching her building, hair practically glued to his forehead. He dries himself as best as he can thanks to a front desk girl handing him a few towels. Hair still wet, but just damp - like it normally looks after he’s showered and let it air dry. The girl takes his coat and sends it to the in house dry cleaner to get it cleaned properly. Making his way up to her apartment, he opens the door with the spare key she lent him ages ago. “Baby? Nora? You home?” He walks around quickly, the apartment so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Crossbody falling off his shoulder, wet shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor. He makes his way to their bedroom and sees his love laying on their bed, curled up with an arm over her stomach. Falling to his knees over the sudden realization that it is now the three of them instead of two in this apartment. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and the sound of a choked cry wakes her. She had just laid down after cleaning the apartment all day, absolutely zonked at 9:15pm. A true mom, she thinks before closing her eyes. She hears a muffled sob and her eyes shoot open. It takes her a bit, but then she sees them. His perfectly messy curls wet from the rain, eyes glassy as he takes her in, the flowers hang by his waist.

“Baby… I love you. No matter what you decide to do, I am fully beh-“

“Matty, I’m keeping it. I wanna make you a Dad, have wanted to do that since I was 26. I love you, they will love you. You’ll be the greatest father. I mean for god's sake, you were in a whole other continent 12 hours ago and flew home and they aren't even here yet!” She says towards him, opening her arms for a cuddle. This is all music to his ears, he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest and divide itself amongst the three of them.

“God, you’ll be a good mom… so caring, so supportive, so loving. I can’t imagine this little human coming into the world with a better woman to guide them.” He tells her truthfully, now getting up and walking to their bed. He takes off his wet clothes and leaves them in a heap in a corner somewhere to wash and dry later. Getting into bed, he hugs her and kisses along her hairline, down her nose and finally to her lips. It is warm, sweet and comfortable.

“And I couldn’t imagine them having a better Dad, Handsome…” she whispers, relaxing into his arms that enrobe her and her belly protectively.

— 3 MONTHS LATER —

“Handsome, we are gonna be late if you don’t get a move on!” Nora calls from their kitchen, now in London on a July afternoon. They have learned they’re expecting a January baby next winter - right after the new year. Today however, they have their first of many ultrasounds, this one being the one that reveals the sex of the baby. Matty runs a comb through his hair one last time, it's a big moment, he is a bit nervous to be honest - constantly fixing himself and his clothes and his hair. The boys have all started taking guesses. Team girl is: Nora, Ross, George and Carly. Team boy is: Adam, Charli, Jamie and Sam. Matty is fine either way, a blessing regardless of the child’s biological features. Nora is wearing an above-the-knee length, flowing yellow sundress and some sandals as it is hot in London today, Matty decided to match and wear a yellow button up with some brown slacks and sneakers. They look like your typical cliche excited new parents - it is sickeningly cute.

They make it to the OBGYN office and the aids get Nora in a gown. Matty asks if he can bring his camcorder in - for documenting everything (yes, he has become that type of Dad now). The nurses oblige finding it sweet how supportive he is being, asking Nora if she is comfortable or nauseous every 15 minutes. They put the jelly on her lower stomach and now in front of the two new parents is the ultrasound video. Matty holds Nora’s hand in anticipation and films with the other, giving her hand a squeeze of assurance. She’s been nervous about this for weeks. The first thing they see is the tiniest little hand reaching out to them. Then a side profile of a face, then a belly and all 4 limbs. Holding their breath still, the nurse goes to look at the baby’s brain which she remarks is developing womderfully, and finally the heart. The thing Nora has been dying to hear since April. The sweet nurse asks if they would like to hear it beat and almost before she can finish the question, Nora is nodding yes quickly. Matty chuckles at her eagerness. Then they hear it: perfectly lively, a quick steady heart rate, no murmurs or unusual noises. A perfect sounding fetal heartbeat. They sigh in relief. Nora cries and thanks whatever being exists that their baby is perfectly healthy - loving them regardless yet still grateful for the clean bill of health. Matty is speechless, in awe over how his Nora is growing and being essentially the sole life force of another human being and she isn’t even breaking a sweat.

“And finally, the sex of the baby… would you both like to find out?” Matty lets out a “Yes, absolutely!”

“Well, I am delighted to say it is a baby girl. Congratulations to the both of you! And she is in perfect health!” Matty and Nora are now fully crying, holding eachother tightly as they happily sob. A little girl. A mini Nora. Matty’s a girl dad now, he thinks in amazement. Nora is over the moon, a baby girl. The two of them hold onto one another until theyre calm again and even then, they look at eachother and giggle like school children. “We’re gonna have a daughter!” Matty says to her in a half-whisper. “A little girl!” Nora replies, cheekbones aching.

That evening, the two of them fall asleep while going back and forth thinking of girl names they like. Imagining their daughter and debating who’d she be more like or who’s traits she’d have. Nora’s artistic ability, Matty’s musical one, his voracious appetite for books, her sense of self and confidence.

Matty suggests Ida. Nora thinks Frida or Georgia. “What about Joni or Jude?” “How do you like Mona Lisa?” That gets a laugh. “I have always liked Amelia!” “Oh, I knew a girl in school who was a bitch named Amelia.” This goes on for what feels like hours.

Until one comes to mind. Nora shoots up remembering a song Matty used to play on guitar when they were dating. When they would be in Central Park, cuddled in blankets as they compared constellations…

“Matty, do you still know that Bon Iver song… the one you used to play me on your acoustic?” She asks, head jerking toward him wide eyed.

The song comes back to him in an instant. His favorite from 22, A Million. “Yeah, of course why?” He asks, seeing the gears turn in her head.

“Claire. Claire Healy.” He sighs, already in love with how the two names leap out of her grinning lips.

Claire. Meaning bright or clear. Bright like the sunny days they've spent together over the years, bright like the guiding lights they have been in each other’s lives, bright like the sun shining on that April morning. Clear like how they can hear their name being called by the other even in the middle of a party, clear like how their schedules are whenever the other needs them, clear like how obviously they knew they loved the other without ever knowing them.

“Claire.” She answers back, smiling at how beautifully it sounds in his voice.

[cigarettes-and-black-eyeliner]

I have had a shitty day but I am too exhausted to properly explain what happened but I'll try to write something resembling a vent because I Need to tell someone:

My parents. My parents and their shitty excuse of a relationship. My father works in another country currently(but we talk almost everyday on the phone). They were talking about the fact my father is friends with his exes on facebook(my mom doesnt believe in being friends with exes. My dad does). And me and my sis(who's 12) were in the same room, and could see the signs that this would blow up into a really bad fight, because my parents do not and never have the decency to at least try to fight in another room and so we both were witnesses to their fights all these years.

Sis starts crying. I tell her to go into another room and yell at my parents for making my sister cry (not my brightest idea but my heart was in the right place). Mom gets upset with me. I start crying. Cue my parents explaining to us that this was not a fight (not the first time they tried explaining to us that their fight was in fact not a fight) and my mom shoving the phone with my dad on video camera in my & my sister's crying faces while he tries to explain to us...idk honestly what. Then my mom threatening me in the background that she will 'take care of me' after she finishes the call with dad because I intervened. And me crying more because of this while my dad is unaware of what my mom is telling me and he tells me to stop crying bcs at this point it's "annoying him". I tell him that mom is upset at me and she gets even more pissed off.

Anyway. Fast forward, i fight with my mom because of this. She tells me, and I quote, that i keep "threatening her" with what i'm gonna do after I turn 18(aka I told her I wont be pushed around by her taking my phone away anymore) and that she'll tell my aunt I am threatening her (even though SHE threatened me). I am baffled that this is what she got out of this ehole ordeal (besides hanging up bcs she was upset with my dad & saying that one day SHE will dump my father and he'll suffer . Look my dad sucks[functioning alcoholic & emotionally distant/neglectful basically. Well physically too bcs most of my childhood he spent in pubs. Besides the few times he took me to the park] but my mother isn't exactly a wonderful person either. Actually that's an understatement)

[backwood-sys]

anyone got tips on how to not break down every time you have a family even (theyre so loud and they argue so much and just in general make my brain hurt)

cuz uhh christmas sucked. that is, when my paternal grandparents, aunt, cousin, and brother showed up. theyre the bad ones. (cousin is like 5 but he wont be quiet ever which like yea hes 5 but still when he knows not too it get really annoying)

anyways yep im gonna try to stop crying so i can help clean up but i need to wait for them to leave. or i will scream.

[sebsxphia]

I’m having sad thoughts rn and it’s not intentional Sebby I promise it just happened

I know we all picture Phoenix as the fun Aunt but like trying to start a family with her has my heart. She’s gonna try to be at absolutely every appointment she can be and if she can’t go she has someone from the squad go with you. And the team sees how hard the two of you are trying and throw you two a baby shower when you finally do manage to get pregnant.

And the next thing Natasha knows her Wifey’s glowing 7-ish months along when she gets called for a detachment, you both knew it could happen and it was only gonna be 2 and a half weeks so both of you knew she would be home in plenty of time to be with Wifey when the baby comes. But that doesn’t stop her from asking Jake (who had just gotten back from a detachment) and Penny to check in on you while she’s gone.

Everything goes smoothly, Natasha finished the detachment successfully and is three days from being Stateside when Wifey calls Jake and Penny.

Baby Trace decided it wanted to come early. So Penny and Jake make there way to the Trace household, Penny packing the car while Jake tries to keep Wifey calm.

“She’s supposed to be here…” She mumbled resting her forehead against Jakes shoulder waiting for the contraction to pass.

“I know, but Birdy wanted to be here to surprise her mommy. There’s nothing we can do about it now” he hummed helping her to the car.

On the drive there Penny and Jake call everybody on the carrier they can think of, it wasn’t until Javy called Jake from the carrier that they were able to get through. “Javy I need you to listen to me very carefully, You need to tell Cyclone and Maverick to get Phoenix stateside as fast as they can because Y/N’s in labor”

After the call no one Stateside was able to get in touch with the carrier, they just had to hope. So Jake and Penny stayed with Wifey, watching over her and Baby Trace.

It wasn’t until 3:30AM, as Penny was helping Y/N walk about the hospital room that Jake’s Phone rang.

Before he could get a word out Natasha’s voice cut through the air “Let me talk to her” walking over to Penny and Y/N he handed the phone to Y/N

“Nat?”

“Hi Honey…” her voice broke, taking a deep breath she continued “how’re you doing?”

Hearing her, tears flew to Y/N’s eyes, but not tears of relief, tears of worry hearing how her Phoenix broke “Nat… what is it”

There was a long pause “… I love you so much Honey… and you know I wanna be there so badly with you-“ her voice wavered before she cleared her throat “…There’s a storm-“ she choked back a sob “… and we’re not gonna be back like planned, I’m so sorry Honey”

Hearing her sniffle from the other line, Y/N held onto Penny tighter for fear her legs would give out before she stifled a cry and nodded “… okay” she whispered leaning into Penny more “… It’s okay…” she nodded as if Natasha could see her “I love you Nat”

Hearing the sobs fall from Natasha’s lips she took a few breaths trying to calm herself “I love you too Honey… so much”

“I know, but Birdy wanted to be here to surprise her mommy.”

BELLA YOU- I- THE TEARS THEY WONT STOP COMING RN

no because you know as soon as nat comes home, she’s holding your little one close to her bare chest as much as she can. she wants that skin on skin contact immediately and she’s making up for all the lost time.

even if it was a couple of days, she still feels so guilty and you have to be there to remind her it’s not her fault 🥺

thank you so much for this beautifully angsty idea my love!! 💌

[fayeelikefairie]

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.the start of bright star episode:7!♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Softness and understanding"

01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55

◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

TW:Mentions of not eating,self harming behaviors,crying,cigarettes,neglect,the normal brightst☆r stuff,mentions of calories

Akira walked home,80s music playing in her headphones as she walked the small distance to her mother's apartment. Guilt filled her as she thought about things,the music being drowned out by her thoughts. "Why am I like this? It's just a cheesecake slice? Im so stupid. I probably concerned one of them." She thought as she opened the apartment building door going up the stairs and unlocking her mother and aunts apartment,and entering. With a pet greeting to her cat, Mimi she held him "awww!! Did you wait for mee?" She said petting the cat who purred "awww so sweett!" She put the cat down. Hearing her phone buzz she took it out of her pocket,seeing it was Sora she was confused.

Why did Sora care? What would Sora need from her? She went to her room,awnsering. "Hey Sora! Ya need something?" She asked,smiling.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. Sora felt worry in her heart as she heard Akiras voice "uhm...yeah." she said,trying to sound stotic as always "are you alright? You look sick as hell." She heard Akira let out a deep breath "yep,just.. uh.. tired.." she said with a shaky voice,Like was about to cry. "You sure? You sure you don't have any problems? You seemed nervous about eating,is something up with that?" Sora asked,her worry becoming more and more obvious. Akira felt annoyed,why did she even care "i..I said I'm fine,don't fucking worry about it." She said. Sora heard the sadness in her voice,the tears. "I'm not gonna sit here and let my friend just hurt themselves!" Sora yelled at the phone "I know we only know eachother through tutoring,but talk to me. Please." She begged.

Akira let out a sniffle,a sign she was crying. Sora frowned she hated yelling and doing that to her friends but she needed to make her point. "Y..you . W..why will you tell anyone?..." Sora sighed, a concerned one,not annoyed "nope. I promise you." Akira took a deep breath "o..okay but if you tell.someone.. just.. please dont." Akira begged with a tearful voice. "Hey,hey calm down,okay.. I wont,just tell me.." Akira took another deep breath "okay... uh.. I don't like myself,I don't like my grades,or my brain... I don't wanna eat,I don't Wanna be okay.. food has so much c.." she stopped,Sora listened. "I.. understand in a way.. I don't like food either,. It has to much,I agree. But we shouldn't be counting it. That's harmful,and it'll fucking kill you or hosphospitalize you. You don't deserve that Akira."

Sora said,genuinely "i.. " Akira just cried over the phone. "Let me help you out.. I've been where your at. It sucks. I know it does,and you never wanna get better. But If you wanna live past 16 you have to. You have dreams don't you" Akira replied, "y..yeah to be in a band.. to be famous.." Sora hummed In response. "If you want to be able to do that you have to get better. In all honesty.. I have that dream to,.. we can work to that dream together,yeah?" Sora tried to assure her. Akira let out a small,soft,shaky "y..yeah.. hey.. can you stay on call with me.. I'm sorry if it's all to much.. i..I understa-" Sora replied with "im okay with that. Your not okay and in a right mindset right now. Let's change the topic to something more bright,okay?" Akira said "o..okay uh.. favorite show,honestly.." she let out a soft laugh.

"Promise not to laugh at me?" Sora asked,embarrassment in her tone, Akira hummed in response "mhm.." Sora laughed a little "okay.. okay.. Magical mayaki.." Akira felt herself smile,she gasped "you know that show!? Oh my gosh! I love that show so much!"

[4311osij]

(I wrote this poem: WARNING graffic content)

My last meal.

I think I've spent a great deal thinking of my last meal.

There's so many foods,

Melanzane,

An italian classic

It made me feel at home

Mac and cheese with the crust on the top.

Grabbing my fork I would thrive at the trust of its being.

Reminiscing of italy,

This little restaurant by the sea with thinly sliced octopus legs.

Not calamari,

Thin as paper. Lighter than a feather. Painted with olive oil.

And a little salt and pepper.

Putting up a show, eager to try. Eager to buy.

Or to finally try hot wings again on the superbowl.

Nachos and crab rolls.

And those tiny taco bell burritos.

With the cheese all about to leak.

Or some really large platters of meat.

Sushi, with my brother

Telling him about all the southerners.

All you could eat sushi. Only rule is, finish the plates and you wont get charged.

each round filled with 4 new sushi rolls.

Scallion pancakes

And steak lo mein with extra broccoli

Tempura rolls

and seasoned sticky white rice.

You eat so much it’s like you’re stomach is going to explode

It’s nauseating and a little humiliating but amazing.

Have you ever taken really salty fries, like the ones from five guys and drunk them into a double whipped vanilla milkshake.

How it tastes highly salty and way too sweet

Bobby's burger palace. Right outside the smith haven mall.

Buffalo burgers with potato chips crunched in the middle.

In and out animal style fries.

What will it taste like?

What does it feel like?

My friends are probably thinking…

But, you don't eat meat? Would it be a cheat?

You don't eat eggs and avoid breads.

And You never eat dairy?

They’d think this is scary.

But it's my last meal! And I don't care if I steal!

Because at the end of the day.

When i die, you will still hear the cry

When it's slaughterhouse time.

I wasn’t always this way.

I too ate lamb on Easter,

enjoyed dark gravy smothered on a turkey leg.

With stuffing and my aunt's infamous jelly.

I would eat the christmas pie

And frown at the sky as i felt my stomach rip in half from all the food.

I too, ate mcdonalds chicken nuggets.

Or those sonic hot dogs.

I too loved it all.

But I was far too young and extremely dumb. When I clicked on my first video.

I watched the cows fly, and be torn apart by the hands of a guy.

Did you know dairy cows after giving birth are immediately separated from their young?

Grieved over the realization of losing their child, they scream.

Yes, I heard it. Little 12 year old me, hear a mothers scream for her child.

And it doesn't stop.

They never stop.

It's only until their voice box has been destroyed and they are deemed “grounded”

Meaning unwilling to move.

That they are dragged by one foot,

Usually from a tractor or claw machine.

And dumped into slaughterhouse pens.

Pens were thousands of hands drag these cows to die, upside down.

Drowning in their blood, covered in mud.

And puss and sweat, and steroids.

Yes, your delicious milk and cheese.

It churns and yearns in a bucket after excretion. In a bucket filled to the brim with blood and puss.

There's so much of it due to mass production that not even the filters can clean it properly.

That's why dairy companies massively inject their products with dyes and chemicals to look more appealing to the eye.

Don't believe me? Watch it for yourself.

Cause I sure can forget it.

and of course this is America so it NEVER stops there.

No god forbid it stops there.

We need our double deep fried burgers and lard filled chicken tenders.

We need every single egg, as we ignore as the animals beg.

We even eat their young

Veal. What was the gain? What was the steal?

And yes little 12 year old me grew up, and started to throw up, every single meat i ever ingested.

For this was not fair! When did the food industry become such a scare?

When did cows stop being cows and become “meat”, “#9828674”

When did the babies become “veal tenders 2 for one sale!”

When did all of you close your eyes and pretend you actually care when in reality you still go to the same Mcdonalds every day, eat the same fried chicken every wednesday.

I'm going off track!

Im sorry

For I too will not care, when the day comes.

It will be my last meal.

I will eat the young, and I will slaughter the cows, I will steal all the eggs, and never make amends.

I will scarf down the lamb and ham, until I barf.

I will cut into my streak and reminisce as I, a 12 year old girl, watched a man deep dive his hand into a anus of a dairy cow.

To rape and impregnate her.

To continue the cycle

Don't believe it?

I assure you, I could not make this up even if I wanted to.

I would gaze at the stage, the conveyor belt would ring the chickens round and round.

As tiny blades sliced at their necks and watched as no one double checked.

If only they double checked.

These chickens most of the time do not die right away.

They live,

And have to stay alive again even as smaller blades cut into their veins and shaped their meat into dinosaur legs.

But it is my last meal!

And i could give a great deal.

Over how much I hate the food industry.

but even when I die.

You will always hear the cry

When it is slaughterhouse time.

I spent my entire life letting the mass production go to waste.

When I die, I will eat so much that it will no longer be for nothing.

Because who doesn't love a good burger and fries.

Who doesn't love needing to cry from having a lard induced heart attack.

This is america.

Bigger is better.

And we wait in these lines for our double deckers mounted sky high.

And we fantasize our fatty surprise.

Philly cheesesteaks.

Doubled loaded pizzas.

Lamb chops.

Steroid induced thanksgiving turkey.

Provolone,

And extra sweet Mascarpone,

Bacon egg and cheese.

And fudge filled ice cream.

Trust me when I say I will eat it ALL.

You know why?

For even when I die, no one will even try.

To stop the violence when it is slaughterhouse time.

[fandomassimilator]

next gen texting crack….

Jamie: so they like….moved the philophisers stone room right?

Teddy: I dunno…

Teddy: Maybe?

Victorie: NO

Victorie: No

Victorie: NO

Roxanne: omg i wanna check

Louis: no fair! I wanna trespass

Victorie: thank Merlin your not at Hogwarts

Dominique: Jamie the prefects are in a meeting you can go now

Victorie: Jamie I will give your ass detention

Jamie: I’ll say you swore at me

Freddie: oh damn

Freddie: Jay can I come?

Jamie: yea

Jamie: meet at the spot?

Freddie: Agreed

Roxanne: yalll never let me hang out wiht you guys!

Roxanne: its not fair

Dominique: yeah but you can go through thier shit while theyre gone

Freddie: NO DONT YOU DARE

Roxanne: HA IM TAKING UR CANDY

Albus: grab Jamie’s invis cloak for me pls

Roxanne: share it?

Albus: and rose ofc

Teddy: is rose there?

Albus: yeah we’re in the library,

Albus: she says your not supposed to be texting during prefect meetings

Dominique: oh shit she’s right

Dominque: this is why we keep rose around

Albus: now she’s complaining ab not having a phone

Freddie; sry ab that Rosie-Posie

Albus: (rose speaking) i will end your entire exsistence Fredrick lee Weasley-Johnson the second

Dominique: OH DAMN FREDDIE UR DEAD

Jamie: no shot rose could find us

Jamie: also its dark asf down here

Roxanne: you actually made it down there???

Freddie: yeah in the room where they had the devils snare

Albus: guys i have a genius plan

Dominique: no

Jamie: let the Slytherin speak

Albus: so all of you guys should go home and start talking about things your doing in school

Albus: like…hanging out or pulling pranks or falling of stairs

Albus: what do Gryphindors do?

Victorie: you have gryphindor parents?

Albus: i highly doubt Jamie could save the world tho

Freddie: true that

Jamie: hey!

Albus: anyway, and Rose could be all like ‘guys when was this?’ Or ‘I dont remember this?’

Albus: and y’all will be like, well we couldn’t contact you or whatevs

Albus; and maybe rose could cry or something

Dominique: thats so mean

Roxanne: I love it

teddy: what if that happens for reals tho?

Albus: this is rose typing now, I’ve commandeered Albus’s phone. If you exclude me i will know and there will be consequences

Jamie: noted

Roxanne: understood

Freddie: yes ma’m

Louise: why dosent these rules apply to me

Roxanne: you CHOSE to go to French school

Jamie: GUYS THE CHESS SET IS STILL HERE

Freddie: omg is so cool

Dominique: I kinda wanna play chess against it

Albus: the way you would instantly die

Albus: that was rose btw

(Jamie changed ‘Albus’s nickname to ‘Albus/Rose’)

Albus/Rose: ew Jamie that sounds like a ship

Jamie: SORY SORRY

(Jamie changed ‘Albus/Rose’s nickname to Albus and or Rose)

(Albus and or Rose changed Jamie’s nickname to ‘Jamie/Alice’)

Jamie/Alice: HEY

Teddy: al and rose ur nickname is to long

(Albus and Rose changed Albus and Rose’s nickname to A and R)

Teddy: works for now

Freddie: so the wall of fire is still up

Freddie; which potion did aunt hermione say it was

Jamie: rose?

Victorie: NO NO NO NO

Teddy: NONONONOONONON

Victorie: SHIT THEY”RE TAKING OUR PHONES AWAY

Teddy: ROSE YOU EBETTE NOT

A and R: dw i wont

Jamie: Rosie you asshole

Chat name: the cool kids (no prefects alowed)

A and R: third one from the left idiots, i want honeydukes,

Freddie: omg rose you phyco

Jamie: sure this is right

A and R: 100%

Freddie: works for me

Jamie: DAMN HE JSUT KNOCKED IT BACK

Freddie: IT WOULD BE A REALLY FUNNY WAY TO DIE

Roxanne: RIP Fredrick Weasley-Johnson the second, we should really stop naming people that

Dominque: PPFFTTT

A and R: TEA

Freddie: also jamei and i are texting so this room is dead quiet

jamie: cept the fire its creepy

A and R: go on…

Dominique: the way im kinda scared

Louise: clutching my pearls rn

Roxanne: your what????

A and R: its a saying

Louise: its a saying

Jamie: so y’all know how dumbledor destroyed the mirror of erised?

Dominique: yeah?

Freddie: oh shit

Roxanne:???????

Jamie: we’re going to leave

A and R: WFT JAMIE

A and R: FREDDIE

Roxanne: OH SHIT

Roxanne: FREDRICK MY IDIOT BROTHER I SWEAR ON UNCLE FREDS BONES IF YOU FUCKING DIE I SWEAR TO FUCK

Domiqnue: IF THEY DIE VIC AND TED WILL KILL US

Jamie: relax guys, we jsut had to double out of there

A and R: so what was it?

Freddie: the mirror of erised was there but there was this screaming….face stuck in it

Freddie: apslougly terrifying

Freddie; we’re going back to bed rn

Dominique: oh thank Merlin your okay

A and R: gn

Jamie: gn

[ramblingsfromthemoss]

i feel like im gonna pop like a grape

as always check tags if you're gonna read, idgaf i just need this out of my brain and i won't see my therapist for a lil bit

its been a hard few months

I wont lie im super thankful that its finally spring and things are getting easier, im finally going back to school and life is looking up but shit man. my dog who ive had since i was four had to be put down this morning, i found my aunts' cat dead under the porch earlier this week, my grandfather called me ugly and ripped my appearance to shreds when i was calling him to share good news, and so much other shit. my horrible fucking ex is finally getting called out for all the gross behaviors he's displayed around minors but he keeps popping up in my feeds online bc of it and he's one of the top search results for a definition of therianthropy and i feel fucking sick knowing theres a chance i'll bump into him again. *fuck* dude i found out one of my closest friends is still close friends with him to the point of being upper staff in both his discord servers! that shit shattered me! they went through all that bullshit with me and now im scared i made everything up! i dont feel safe in a community that made me so happy, hell i dont feel safe in so many communities because of him. on top of all of this a friend i don't speak to anymore is still following me, and its freaking me the fuck out bc that friend had feelings for me and i know i flipped my shit and didnt handle it right and things ended badly all because of me lashing out like an idiot. i felt unsafe bc of my own trauma that i didnt address in time and it lead ot me getting super paranoid and feeling unsafe to try and get into a relationship after being taken advantage of by a guy i really wanted to date, which i dont want to blame them for but im also still super fucking angry and feel really scared that anyone felt entitled to my feelings so closely to what happened to me with the other guy. i cant stop myself from checking their blog and scrolling through, its like a form of catharsis or really effective emotional self harm. i feel so numbed out i just want ot cry but nothing's working, even though it all hurts like a motherfucker. im so scared and annoyed and just want my ex or my friend to rip the bandaid off and finally turn back up and get it over with and let this be over but im never going to get that. my guts hurt, if eel like a trapped animal. everything i say feels wrong and it feels like my head is being split into a million slices. i want to be free of all of this bullshit, i want to live happily again. i want to not feel tied down by all this fucking grief and loss. i dont want to live in fear of being hurt again and i want to be able to process the losses ive endured. i really hope i get to move forward as i get back into college and continue therapy. im exhausted and hurting and scared and i just want to be heard and validated.

[doctapuella]

my aunt doesnt call me, she texts "ok to call?" which is a thousand times worse becauae if she calls and its not a good time i simply wont answer and if its a good time i will. very straight forward. but nooo she has to engage in emotional terrorism by texting me this, putting all the burden of connection on ME and it irrationally causes me to have a spike in anxiety because its all on me now and i have to stop fucking crying before texting back and i hate this and also everything

[sunnybubblezzz]

i just dont think that you like me that much anymore- leith ross

“I just don’t think that you like me that much anymore” 

its funny because i don’t- 

“and you’ll say your busy but its not the same as before.” 

its funny because she can’t even tell me what she’s busy with. she used to before- now it’s like, “oh i’m so busy.” i kinda miss you texting me what you’re busy with. 

“and no i’m not angry i just think i’m feeling sore.”

i can’t get too angry. cause that’s a bad look-  i’m just feeling so sore. so done. so tired of loving people who don’t freaking love me back.

“cause the truth is that you just don’t like me that much anymore.” 

“i just dont think that you think about me the same way.”

i didnt get a card from you this year.. i did last year. we used to talk everyday… i haven’t talked to you in forever. i used to tell you everything i did… you didnt even know that my aunt died.

now you dont even care.

“and don’t lie through your teeth ‘cause you know that i know what you’ll say”

i will never ask you cause you’ll lie. you’ll never tell me why you’re not talking to me anymore, why we aren’t as close anymore- you’ll just lie. i KNOW what you’ll say and it wont be the truth..

so “just leave it unspoken and leave me unsure.”

dont tell me the details. dont TELL me the fun you have with your other friends. dont TELL me that youre better without me.. just leave it unspoken and leave me unsure.

leave me unsure of our friendship. text me like nothings wrong, then don’t answer me back for a week.

“you stopped calling first not that im keeping score.”

you stopped texting first.. i lowkey refuse to text you first rn because i know that youre not even thinking about me rn.

not that im keeping score…

“and the truth is that you just dont like me that much anymore.”

“and im so embarrassed.”

IM SO EMBARRASSED.

i’m embarrassed because i’m jealous of all those people who you love. i’m embarrassed because III thought we were best friends. i’m embarrassed because i spent so much money, time, and effort on you AND FOR WHAT. im embarrassed because I LOVED YOU.

“im acting like a little kid.”

and i am.. i’m crying. i am crying like a baby right now.

“passive-aggressive and practicing little tricks.”

“watch me, i learned this for you. look at the things i can do.”

yeah those paintings, those books i read because you liked them, the shoes i watched because YOU liked them, the archon quest i did because you told me to, the SHOWS i’ve watched, the conversations i’ve listened to, the things i’ve thought of doing for you…

LIKE WATCH ME- I LEARNED THIS FOR YOU.

please look at the things i can do.

just so you could like me more.. just so i can have a reason to text you about it. just so you could be happy.

“i just dont think that you like me that much anymore.”

“there’s nothing quite wrong and i guess i cant.. really be sure.”

AND THERE WE GO. maybe in the end, im just overthinking it. MAYBE, there’s NOTHING wrong. maybe this is all im my head. i cant really be sure. maybe you still like me.. maybe you never did.

“but there’s sick in my gut and FINE IM KEEPING SCORE.”

my HEART in my GUT hurts. I FEEL SICK. and i knew this was gonna happen ever since the beginning and i can feel it happen and i know that its never gonna be the same again.

AND YES FINE I AM KEEPING SCORE.

and im checking everyday to see if you texted me. and im waiting every day for a text. and i say i dont care but i really do. and i feel.. i feel sick.

“and there’s numbers and figures that i cant ignore.”

“and the truth is that you just dont like me that much anymore.”

thats the truth-

“the truth is that you just dont like me that much-“

maybe you never did like me. it doesnt matter, what does matter is that you dont like me that much. but i love you.

and i loved everything you loved and because you dont like me that much anymore-

i just don’t think i like ME that much anymore.

like if you could just drift away from our 3 year friendship like that.. maybe there’s just something unlikeable about me. maybe im just not idk worthy of love.

the truth is that you just dont like me that much anymore.

[baja4nia]

went to dinner w my parents and talked about how hard it is for me to see our extended family and that its part of leaving and not wanting to come back. started crying at the table it was so bleak because my parents ignored it because they hate any conflict or uncomfortable feelings. which is why i cant see my cousins is because my mom wont stick up for me to my aunt. anyways i couldnt stop crying cause its been so hard not seeing them and my mom not visiting bc of her diagnosis and my ex leaving. i was so alone... i took an edible before dinner and was crying on the flight yesterday i was just so over all the feelings. my mom held my hand eventually. i know it hurts her when i cry. i feel better now like lighter and more steady. i miss being in san diego hanging out with the guy i was seeing in his car. i want to be kissed like i'm special

[goremet-chef]

im drawring. also im thinking of learning another language cuz thats fun

sometimes i feel embarrassed that like... i mean lots of people are born and are taught 2 from a young age and i guess i just feel embarrassed that that wasnt me? but theres no shame in learning a new language thats actually a really great thing KSFJS idk i just feel ashamed if im not immediately good at something 😔 it feels like im not doing the language justice ykwim? like ive been doing great with spanish on duolingo but i stopped because i got to a part where id need to roll my R's and id rather learn how to do that than do it half assed, you feel me? like. IDK im

being mixed is weird man. i know a LOT of mixed people have complicated feelings with their race and culture, im the same. i feel robbed? i feel robbed from culture that wouldve been so beautiful and fun, because my family never let me see my dads side. like ever

i see them every now and then but i wish it was more. if i spent more time with them id probably be different, id be more like them, i wish i was more like them! because i dont like my moms side. bunch of old racists, i dont belong with them bro they fucking suck. plus my aunt????

i remember my sibling he had they/them on his work outfit (goes by he/they but used they for simplicity sake) and my aunt saw and was like "oh. are you a they/them? thats alright thats alright if you are" and i was. fucking SHOCKED. id always thought okay.. when i start transitioning, most my family wont love me anymore and i have to accept that id probably never see them again. but she was cool with it? it made me almost cry like i couldve come out right then and there if i had the nerve (it was on my bday too so maybe it wouldve been easier)

like they just seem so much more accepting over there i wish we were together more often.

so tired of hearing right wing rants from my mom, while she seemingly pledges her support of me and my siblings. bitch if yr on their team, yr not on ours!!! i think shes slowly learning that like.. oh theyre taking trans peoples rights away, and my kids are trans

i hope she learns at least. i sent her a bunch of articles about that sorta thing cuz she asked me to, most likely cuz she didnt believe me, but its real and its happening. exhausting