#my chattering 💬

[adostume]

She said :3 say it back!!!

[candyheartedchy]

How I sleep at night knowing that I can make as many self inserts to befriend or date as many fictional characters as I want:

[heinrixvancunt]

missing him (liam kosta)

[fauville]

this should be illegal btw

[lpsotd]

sorry to continue lpspop posting but that reblog got me really thinking "wow. all these characters do kinda suck," angelina in particular kinda stood out to me, because early on in savannah's rise to popularity, angelina was kinda depicted as 'the good one' while genny and savvy bathed in their newfound popularity, when in actuality angelina was the one who pushed savannah to overthrow brooke simply because she's good looking, and then she gets upset when savannah and genny don't acknowledge her due to them being busy with boys

that's not me saying lina's anger isn't valid, especially since at first genny and savvy didn't try to include lina in their activities. it took until the night of (or before?) brooke's party for savannah to apologize, which is good on her part, but still ??? i dunno

what i'm trying to say is that angelina isn't exactly a saint 😭 neither is genny, since they the ones to pitch the idea of a rivalry with brooke to savannah. idk i'm just rambling here.

[ogatas-beloved]

I finally watched the episode where he makes this face ❤️ he's soooooo cutes ❤️ makes me wanna kiss him on his forehead ❤️ but he's about to get wildly violent so I'll let him get that out of his system first and then we can kissies

[apricote]

love when people do fun things with their sims' makeup.......... meanwhile my sims just have lipstick and basic eyeliner

[bonniepop]

i have an idea for tsukishima and it will be VERY smutty and VERY hot then after that i will focus on gay iwa pt 3 and THEN i will take a long break because i need to write other things

[transrqfamous]

Btw chat I love sh0t@s and l0l1s (l0l1 pref) please talk to me about them 🙏 0=o, @=a, 1=i

[daily-lps-posts]

ugh!! you are mean!! and gay!! and straight phobic!!

Ok kenderson.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

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Second Chances & Summer Nights

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — The one where your first love, Jude, walks back into your life three years after breaking your heart.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x You (I wrote this with a black reader in mind but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 22.8k

Warnings! ANGST!!, Jude is a jealous boy lol , FLUFF!! childhood lovers (right person, wrong time), comfort person, black!reader, NSFW! SMUT (18+), oral sex (f & m receiving), protected sex (for once),

Preview

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Kayla breezes out first, heading straight for the bar where a group of people are huddled on the sofas.

You linger in the elevator doorway, taking a moment to adjust to the bright lights and loud conversation. The group is made up of mostly men, and they seem to be having the time of their lives. You recognize Aisha and Brooke but not anyone else. They turn when they spot Kayla and you, their heads swiveling as a single entity.

“Hi!” Kayla calls, waving enthusiastically, already halfway to them.

Your feet feel like they’re rooted to the spot, but the moment the guy at the center turns to look at you, you immediately snap out of it. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, all time freezes. You feel the air get sucked out of the room and everything around you disappears until it’s just you and him.

Jude.

It’s him. You're sure of it.

You’d know him anywhere. Those eyes, that jawline, the curve of his smile—it’s all etched into your memory like a brand that never quite fades. It doesn’t matter that three years have passed. If anything, the time has only made the image sharper, more defined, more impossible to forget.

And yet, seeing him in the flesh now is like a punch to the chest. Your heart slams against your ribs, your breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat.

You need to leave. You need to get out of here. The thought comes fast and loud, almost drowning out the pounding of your pulse in your ears. But your body doesn’t listen. It betrays you, freezing in place, feet glued to the floor, eyes locked on him. Everything else fades into a blur—Kayla’s bubbly laugh, the music thrumming through the room, the chatter around you.

“Hey! Who’s this?”

The voice cuts through the fog, yanking you back to reality. Your face burns hot, a stark contrast to the ice crawling up your spine. You force yourself to look away from Jude, peeling your gaze off him like tearing off a bandage.

“I’m Y/N,” you manage to say, your voice quiet, hesitant, almost like it doesn’t belong to you. “A friend of Brooke’s.”

The group gives polite nods of acknowledgment, and for the first time, you notice them properly. On either side of Jude stand two guys who look like they’ve stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine. One of them, tall and broad-shouldered with dark dreads and a mischievous grin, gives you an easy nod. The other, slightly leaner with perfectly waved black hair and dimples so deep as he smiles at you.

“Y/N, this is Eduardo and Kylian,” Aisha chimes in, gesturing toward them.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Likewise,” they reply in unison, their grins as effortless as their charm.

Despite their friendliness, you can’t focus. Your gaze flickers toward Jude and away just as quickly. It’s like trying to avoid staring at the sun—it’s impossible not to feel his presence, the weight of his silence, the tension that crackles in the air like a live wire.

Jude hasn’t said a word. Not a single syllable. But when you dare to glance at him again, you catch it, a flicker in his eyes, the brief clench of his jaw. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible, but it hits you like a gut punch.

He doesn’t want you here.  

The thought crashes over you, heavy and suffocating. It’s stupid, irrational even, but it feels so real that your chest tightens. The air seems thicker, harder to breathe. You turn sharply, nearly colliding with Kayla in your rush to move.

“Whoa!” she exclaims, steadying you with a hand on your arm. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lie, the words tumbling out too quickly, too forcefully. You try for a smile, but it feels weak, unconvincing. “I was just going to… uh, get a drink.”

Kayla doesn’t look convinced, her brows knitting together. “Are you sure? I can come with you—”

“No!” you say, louder than intended. You catch yourself and shake your head, laughing awkwardly. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright…” Kayla says slowly, clearly skeptical, but she doesn’t push it.

You make your escape, weaving through the crowd with your head down, avoiding eye contact. You can feel him watching you. You don’t need to turn around to know. The weight of his stare presses against your back, hot and relentless, and it takes everything in you not to look over your shoulder.

**********

-Bianca

[adostume]

I found one of my old drawings yesterday and it made me feel many things.

This art was created 10 years ago. It was 2014, I was still 14 years old and I remember being so proud of it.

Starting to be a part of MLP fandom was a turning point in my life. I was never a social child - I was introverted, shy and anxious, I had interests that were considered weird. When girls at my school started to get interested in more „grown-up” things, I was still hooked on cartoons and toys and things like that. And with MLP - I finally found my people.

I met my husband thanks to MLP. Almost all of my current friendships started out thanks to MLP. I started to draw more frequently thanks to MLP. If not for this fandom, I am certain I would be a completly different person. Better or worse - I don’t know. But I’m happy where I’m at.

Thank you Bronies, thank you Pegasisters, thank you anyone who is still part of this fandom today. You all mean so much to me and I hope that you know that all of your interests are valid and wonderful no matter how old are you. 🩷

[candyheartedchy]

Me @ myself whenever I catch myself crushing on a fictional character:

[heinrixvancunt]

ok so instead of remaking i purged my whole blog of thousands of posts :)

[fauville]

am i the only one who finds ava being into cars weirdly hot

[lpsotd]

annnnd im back