#my posture is sooooo bad

[fruixtii]

me drawing be like

[niicevibe]

my coworker and I just got reamed by our boss for a small kitchen fire that happened the other day… while he was in Cuba… and then proceeds to ask us why we didn’t call him about it… while he was in Cuba…

[msdk-00]

how do i get my upper back to stop hurting i am at a loss man

[blue-slxt]

Oldest Children Part 2

A/N: So I wrote Part 1 forever ago and a lot of people were asking for a part 2. I wasn't sure when/if I'd ever get around to it, but after Kinktober and Kinkmas and sooooo much smut, I wanted to try stretching my wings and try a little fluff just to mix it up. I'm admittedly not as confident in my fluff writing, but I think this turned out cute so I hope you like it too! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, Kissing

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Neteyam asks to meet you after eclipse.

Walking along the shore, you carefully observe each of the older Sully kids as they practice their breathing and ilu riding. Off to the side, Tuk is practicing her sign language with Rotxo.

They're all doing well, but you can't help but notice that Neteyam's posture is faltering. Tsireya and Ao'nung are both too caught up with Lo'ak and Kiri to notice so you decide to step in.

Your strides are long and confident, but nearly silent as you move behind him.

"Your posture is awful" you giggle in his ear making him crack a smile. You crouch down and place your hands on his back and shoulder applying gentle pressure to straighten him back out. Neteyam prays to Eywa that you don't notice the way his tail momentarily falters in its usually steady swaying. Lucky for him, you didn't seem to notice. Or, if you did, you didn't mention it.

He straightens his back, but he still looks awkward. You move around to his front and eye him a bit trying to decide on what was still off. His eyes look at you in waiting and it hits you. Your fingers hold his chin and lift his head. This time, you don't miss it when his face flushes and you freeze feeling your own face get warm. Your stares meet each other in a silent, tender moment that has you suddenly feeling like you can't catch your breath. It's only made worse when your eyes unintentionally flick to his lips and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.

Off to the side somewhere, Ao'nung is rolling his eyes and Tsireya is stifling a giggle, but neither of you seems to be able to notice anything outside of each other in this moment.

At least, that is, until you hear Tuk's voice calling out from across the way where she was.

"Hey guys! Look at this pretty seashell I found!"

Her little feet stomp the sand beneath her as she races over with the shell in hand. "Be careful, Tuk!" Kiri says, but it's too late. You see the whole thing happen almost in slow motion.

Before she could see it or stop herself in time, her foot lands right on top of a sharp rock that was sticking out of the sand. There's a loud shriek followed by a thud from her falling over into the sand.

There's not a tangible thought in your mind as your body races towards her. You can hear everybody else shuffling to run in the same direction, but you're already in autopilot when you fall to your knees and cradle her in your arms.

Her tears fall steadily onto your arm and her small body trembles with her sobs.

"Shh shh shh, I know, Tuk. I know. Let me see." you try gently consoling her.

By now, everyone else has caught up and they're surrounding you trying to check up on her too. You grab her foot and examine it to see how bad the damage is. There's a small cut, but thankfully, it's nothing too deep.

"It doesn't look too bad. Here, let me clean the sand off and then I'll take you to my mom so she can patch you up? Okay?" you suggest to her and she can only nod her head still letting out little sniffles.

You carefully unhook the sack around your chest that stayed filled with water. Usually, you kept it with you to drink throughout the day, but this was more important right now. Using one hand to hold the skin while your other arm is still holding Tuk close, you pour the water over the small cut making her wince a bit. You gently shush her a bit while you make sure to get all the sand off her injured foot.

Once you're confident that it's all clean, you scoop Tuk up in your arms, "I'm going to take her to my mother so she can properly wrap her foot."

"I'll go with you. I want to make sure she's okay." Neteyam speaks up separating from the rest of the group and coming to join you.

You just give him a small nod as you turn to walk in the direction of the healing tent.

The walk to the healing tent is mostly silent aside from Tuk's tiny sobs and sniffles. Neteyam walks beside you while you cradle his baby sister in your arms and he mutters little words of encouragement to her. It's sweet watching him try to cheer her up.

Fortunately, when you reach the healing tent, it's not busy so your mother is able to attend to Tuk immediately. "You're going to be just fine, okay?" you say placing a comforting hand on top of Tuk's head. Neteyam watches from the wall while Ronal gets to work patching up her foot.

"I should be heading back." you say standing to your feet and walking past Neteyam and out of the pod.

"U-um..." he finally speaks up touching your shoulder to stop you before you got too far away. "Thank you. For looking out for her."

A sincere smile spreads on your face, "It's no problem." You turn to leave again, but again, before you can put too much distance between you, Neteyam takes a few long strides to catch you.

"Can I see you later?"

His question stops you dead in your tracks. You study his expression that almost looked shocked. Like he couldn't believe he just said that.

"Like after last meal?" his voice drops to a whisper feeling the embarrassment color his cheeks, but holding your gaze nonetheless.

"Okay" it comes out a little breathless, but you know he hears you loud and clear when a smile cracks his own face.

"See you later!" you call to him as you take off running back towards the beach. You duck behind a large tree on the shore and press your back to it heaving breaths while your heart threatens to crack right through your chest. There's heat behind your cheeks and your face is starting to hurt from the goofy grin that you couldn't get rid of.

You quietly take a minute to jump in place with glee before composing yourself again and heading back to the group that you'd left on the beach.

...

During last meal, you can barely bring yourself to pay much attention to whatever conversation your family is having. You can't even manage to properly eat your food with how distracted you are. Tsireya is the one that seems to notice first. As if your permanent cheeky grin weren't enough to give you away, she follows your eyeline one time when you and Neteyam catch each other's gaze across the crowd.

"You certainly seem to be in a good mood." she snickers at you.

"Should I not be?" you simply respond.

"You also seem distracted."

"I don't know what you mean." a lie.

"Hm" she hums. "So the Sully kids sure have been improving a lot lately. Especially Neteyam."

Your hands falter ever so slightly and anyone else who wasn't this close to you, would have missed it.

"I knew it!" Tsireya whisper shouts next to you.

"Shhh keep your voice down!" you whisper shout back to her.

A mischievous grin forms on her face laughing at your clearly startled expression.

"Fine! If you must know, he asked me to meet him after last meal." your excitement is barely containable at the prospect.

"How romantic~" she teases, poking at your side.

"Stop, I'm sure it's nothing like that."

"Oh, I'm sure" she says rolling her eyes. "That's why he hasn't stopped staring at you and smiling all meal?"

"Hush!" you lightly push her shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you can see Neteyam stand and excuse himself from his family's spot among the people. He gives you one last look before nodding his head in the direction of the beach and taking off. That's your cue.

You quickly excuse yourself from your family to which your mother gives you a suspicious glare and your sister gives a teasing giggle.

Walking down the shore of the beach it feels like your heart is racing just at the thought of being alone with Neteyam again. The last time the two of you were alone together on the beach, he got so close it made your stomach do flips. You're out of time to speculate on what could happen tonight once you spot his slender frame standing at the edge of the waves. One last breath to calm your nerves and you make the stride over to him.

"Fancy meeting you here, forest boy." you playfully quip at him.

Neteyam huffs out a laugh looking down at you and the gaze in his eyes immediately makes you want to fold in on yourself, but in a good way?

"I've been thinking about how to properly thank you for how you took care of my sister earlier."

"Neteyam, you don't have to--"

"I want to. I've been thinking about it and even though I miss the forest, so far, you have been the best thing about coming here." he turns to fully face you and it's almost as if time stops. Words can't seem to find you right now. His fingers graze the skin on your arm and trail all the way down to your hand where he grabs you firm, but gentle. "Can I show you something?" His eyes are full of hope and a small hint of fear that you'll deny him.

You could never.

"Of course."

The grin that spreads on his face is nothing short of disarming. You let him lead you down the shore and into the forest. He bobs and weaves through the foliage with such grace. No doubt he's fully in his element. Meanwhile, it's all you can do to keep your tail from smacking into every branch that you pass.

He leads you to a tree and before you have the chance to ask any questions, he leaps up to the closest branch with little to no effort leaving you a bit stunned. He looks down at you with an amused smirk and reaches his hand out to you. You were, admittedly, not a very strong climber so you accept his offer and he helps pull you up with ease.

You follow Neteyam up the tree higher and higher until you approach the highest branch.

"You ready for this?" he asks helping you reach your final stop. When you make it to the top and stand to your feet, the sight you're met with almost knocks you backwards.

You can see the entire beach stretched out under a seemingly never-ending sky full of stars. The reflection on the water makes it look like it's shining. And on the other side of you, a forest stretching for miles and miles full of green and bioluminescent flora glowing in the cover of eclipse.

"Wow..." you breath out almost silently. "I've never seen the water like this. It's beautiful..."

The sight is stunning. You can't tear your eyes away. But all Neteyam can look at is you.

"This is my second favorite sight here on the island." he says finally breaking you out of your trance. You turn to face him and his face is suddenly serious.

He offers his hand out to you and you take it somewhat hesitantly. Neteyam weaves his fingers with yours and pulls you closer ever so slightly.

It feels like he gets closer and closer and you can't bring yourself to move out of the way or push him away.

“Neteyam, we shouldn’t..." you say despite the fact that your eyes are trained on his lips that are still moving closer to yours.

He pauses only inches away from your face.

“Then tell me to stop…tell me you don’t want this. If you do, I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone and I’ll resign myself to forever loving the version of us that could’ve been. But if you let me, I will be irrevocably and unapologetically in love with you past the day I die. You deserve the life you want. Let me give it to you…”

Your eyes finally find his and the sincerity you find in them is overwhelming. You can't help but flash back to that moment you shared on the beach.

“If there were such a man who wanted to give you that life, would you have him?”

Your body moves before your mind can think of words to say. You push up on the balls of your feet to let your lips meet his in a heated kiss. His large hands cup your face carefully and his tail wraps around your thigh holding onto you in every way that he can. Your hands rest against his chest and the beating of his heart is erratic and thunderous. Surely, yours feels the same way. His lips are warm and soft moving against yours. It's as if nothing else exists right now. That is until he gives a cheeky little nip to your bottom lip.

You finally pull away with a small giggle and a deep flush on your face.

"You know this is going to be tough to explain to my parents." you say raising an eyebrow at him.

"It'll be fine. Parents love me." he says proudly.

"Maybe, but you've never had to impress parents of a future olo'eykte"

"You worry too much, yawne. Let me handle it, okay?"

"Alright, if you say so, mighty warrior."

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[female-hysterics]

I've been having this thought about stalker!Anyone since last week but I never got the chance to write it up, so I'm sorry if this is wayyy too long 🥴🥴 It kinda started with Marc but I think that Steven would work too, and probably Jonathan and maybe even other characters too, but regardless of whoever you choose imagine you start dating this closet pervert.

He's been obsessed with you for sooooo long, staring at you from afar and learning your routine and taking pictures of you from whatever angle he can manage. Eventually you start dating cause you notice him and and approach him and... He's quite hot tbh, so of course you would want to, and it's such a big struggle to him but he manages to appear so normal. So normal.

In not one of his interactions with you does he seem weird or creepy. He works really hard to never sound too excited, but he also makes sure that you know he's interested in you. He's incredibly warm towards you, and he takes care not to love bomb you, but he smiles so softly, chuckles so sweetly, and he takes any chance he gets to feel your skin against his while still staying respectful.

He's the perfect man! You somehow share all your tastes, and he takes you to your favourite bakery for your first date because it's his favourite bakery. Isn't that exciting! He always has food when he visits you, and he always talks about how he didn't know what you would want so he's sorry if it's not the best while somehow always getting so close to your order. It's insane! It's destiny!

Anyways I'm getting carried away this was actually meant to be about the sex but I got too excited.

The first time you two fuck it's... Fine...

Like, he kisses you sweetly, and he makes you laugh and makes sure you're not nervous or uncomfortable or anything, and I mean he even makes you cum. Like, that's not something everyone does, you should be excited. And yet, as he gentlemanly comes into the condom, bodies sweaty and warm, you can't help but think to yourself '... Is this it?'

The man of your dreams! This beautiful fantasy! He's so kind and understanding and respectful and loving, it should be enough. Should be.

It's not.

You get serious eventually. Never mind the sex, not everything's about it. He cuddles you, and coddles you, and talks to you, and with you, and he takes you on dates and holds your hand, and hugs you, and makes you feel great, and like a person, and desired too, and on top of that you two sometimes fuck. But you always feel uncomfortable when you do.

Not cause he makes you feel bad, god no. He makes you feel like a goddess. And yet somehow, there's always this tension on the air.

He tries to kiss it away, and tries to distract you, take your attention away from it with witty phrases and jokes and a finger on your chin. You feel it though.

I've got too much brainrot to maintain the narrative style I've been building on this ask but imagine stopping him once before you guys fuck and sitting him down to talk about it. You have to ask, "Is there anything wrong? Do you not like it? Do I do anything wrong? Does anything make you uncomfortable? Are you gay??"

He keeps denying everything and it's so annoying, cause bitch!!! I know you!!! You've been sleeping in my bed almost every night for the last like five months, I know your cues!!! What the fuck, is it, is this not enough?? Are you holding back??????

His posture changes.

Oh.

Oh it is that.

He doesn't tell you right away what he wants. He says that he's fine, and you're great, and he loves you, and you shouldn't worry, and you're beautiful, and it's not you, and in all honesty, you wanna murder him. When he doesn't budge you ask him, "What's stopping you? Why are you holding back?". It still takes some nagging, but you somehow manage to pull out of him some mumble along the lines of "Don't wanna break you".

So you make a deal. Once every week or every two weeks you'll sit down, he'll tell you about one thing he's been thinking about that you two can do in the bedroom so he gets more into it, and you'll discuss it. You won't judge him, you'll take it all in stride, and you'll discuss whether you like that, wether you feel comfortable with it, and wether you actually wanna try it with him.

First week he says he could do with a bit more roughness. He pulls your hair a bit, and spanks you once, and you practically feel him vibrating beforehand. You've never seen him so anxious but you've also never seen him so ravenous.

Second week he wants you to call him something. It can be daddy, it can be baby, it can be sir for all he cares. You focus on moaning his name, and he gets so excited over your voice your hips end up bruised where he was gripping you.

Next week it's a blindfold, and then it's deepthroating, and then it's gags and then shibari and then roleplay, and before you know what's happening you're sweet, caring boyfriend had turned into this pussydrunk mess, horny like a teenager. He can and will steal your panties after you just wore them, and you'll wake up in the middle of the night to him masturbating over your sleeping body. If you're watching a movie he wants his head between your legs, and if you don't want that he wants to fuck your thighs.

Before you know what's happening he's tying you up, gagging and blindfolding you, and you'll hear the clicking of a camera while he fucks you, brows pinched together and tears running down your face.

Anyways there are so many sick and lame fantasies that come to mind but the tldr is that I want me a sick and lame man <3

I need this injected straight into my veins 🥴🥵

I definitely see this being Steven Grant. I fully headcanon that he is a closet kinky fucker and nothing will change my mind 😤 

Like, he is so kinky because he has all these fantasies built up and he gets drunk on you so easy, but he also doesn’t realize how kinky he is. Just completely oblivious while you gape at him.

ANYWAYS (I love this so much. Pussydrunk is my favorite thing so thank you)

I honestly don’t know what I could even add to this because this is just so perfect. Like…everything about this is perfect. 

Thank you for blessing my inbox with this 😩👌

[msmk11]

Girl Crush

James Potter x Regulus Black

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Angst/ Hurt no comfort

Summary: Regulus journals once again about a certain someone- someone he can’t seem to get his mind off no matter what he does. (Song fic!)

A/n: Hello, hello! I hope you enjoy this angsty fic that’s been sitting in my WIP for literal months. I did not originally intend for this to be a Jegulus fic, but when I was listening to this song (the Harry Styles cover) the other day, I suddenly became inspired. It’s sooooo post-Jegulus coded it hurts. This is also my first Jegulus fic so I hope it’s good! Lots of love <333

February 07, 1978

I've got a girl crush.

I hate to admit it but…I got a heart rush and it’s not slowing down.

It’s been 9 months since we broke up, and 3 since you got together with her. So you think I’d be over it all by now. But every time I see her, I feel my heart quicken. Not out of love, no. But of jealousy. My heart is green and my stomach aches from how it longs every time I see her- Lily Evans.

I wish I could say that I hate her, because rage is much more digestible. But I can’t. I can’t hate her, and I can’t hate you. There’s no one to blame but myself for everything.

I understand why you left.

I mean, I get it. There’s me…and then, well, there’s her. The Death Eater vs. a Flower. The choice is painfully obvious. And while you may be an idiot, you’re far from stupid. I know she’s the right choice, and I think you know it too. And that’s why

I got it real bad and want everything she has- that smile and that midnight laugh, she's givin' you now.

I can remember it clear as day, how Lily used to hate you. I remember when she’d deduct points for your uniform being messy, or scold you after another one of your many pranks. Anytime she looked your way, she’d roll her eyes a little and grimace. Anytime you were paired together for projects she’d groan and glare at the teacher. I remember it all too clearly. That’s why I also remember when everything started to change. When you came back this year, for your seventh year, you were different. More…grown up I suppose. Maybe it was the war…maybe it was our breakup…or maybe it was your parents getting sick…but you had changed. There was a little less pep in your step, less of your loud laughter in the hallways, and more solemnity in your eyes and tension in your posture. You became Head Boy, to everyone’s surprise, but to Lily’s the most. Maybe it was your sudden forced proximity, or your new maturity, or even the fact that you had become more handsome than the year before (not that I thought that was possible), that made her opinion change of you. Slowly, I watched how her scolding turned to teasing, her stares turned fond, and how she began to laugh at your jokes. Maybe it’s because I was once the recipient of your affection that I noticed your growing attraction to the redhead…how you could often be caught just staring at Lily for long periods of time, not saying anything (even though you love to talk), how you started carrying her books as you walked to class together, and how you waved proudly at her when she started coming to your quidditch games.

When you two finally got together, everyone was shocked. I mean, Lily had always hated your guts, and now she was dating you?

But not me. No, I only knew it was a matter of time.

Watching you two together is more painful than I thought. Every time I see you with her, talking to her, holding her hand, kissing her…I am painfully overcome with a sense of deja vu.

But while the memories are there, your physical presence is gone.

Admittedly, I wanna taste her lips.

Her strawberry, freckled lips, so irresistible, that when she breaks away from your lips, I watch as you chase after hers, hungry for more.

With as much time as you spend chasing them, I know they taste like you.

The mintyness, due to all the tic tacs you eat, always worried you have bad breath.

How they’re always slightly chapped, because you chew on your bottom lip when you’re focused.

The vanilla chapstick you use because you like the way it tastes.

When I catch you kissing at a Ravenclaw party one time, I can’t help but notice how totally enraptured by Lily Evans you are.

The loud, upbeat music blasts through the cacophony of voices. Everyone is sweaty as they dance to the music, and the sickly, sweet buzz of booze vibrates through the student body. Horny teens grind on one another and laugh. But not you. No, you’re clung to her waist, seeming to move in slow motion. Your head is buried in her neck, your brain clouded by the warm vanilla scent that clings to her being.

Oh how I’d kill for you to do that to me. I want to drown myself in a bottle of her perfume, so that maybe you will.

I want her long red hair…

Hair that, when your hands are in it, make it seem as if you’re playing with fire. I notice how when you twist her hair into a braid under an oak tree on the grounds, or tug her pigtails in a teasing way she sighs or laughs, reveling in your touch as you braid and unbraid, over and over, mesmerized.

I want her magic touch.

A touch that is so addicting to you, I assume you two are glued together, the way you’re always touching her. A hand around her waist as you eat in the Great Hall. Your fingers intertwined and hands swinging as you stroll down the hallway. Her hand on your thigh as she takes notes in class. The playful fighting in the common room. When you lay in her lap as she combs through your hair, your eyes closed in content.

Yeah, 'cause maybe then, you'd want me just as much. I've got a girl crush.

Everyday as I look in the mirror I pick at more parts of myself. I remember how you used to love me so much. My pale skin and dark curls. My constant glower. How my hands were always cold. Seeing myself is a painful reminder that you don’t love these things anymore. That you don’t love me anymore. And it makes me wanna rip myself apart limb by limb. I wanna replace each part of myself with Lily Evans, til you love me wholly again.

I don't get no sleep. I don't get no peace. Thinkin' about her, under your bed sheets.

I don’t sleep much now. For a multitude of reasons, but one of the biggest being I’m not falling asleep in your arms anymore. The bed feels cold without you and the nightmares come much more easily now that you’re not there to fight them off. It’s oddly quiet, far too much for my liking, without your soft snores filling the air or unconscious contented sighs.

And I’m kept awake too by the thought that you probably hold her tight at night now, wrapped in her embrace.

Do your bed sheets still smell like me? Or has her flowery scent taken over? Does she have cold hands that soothe your always warm body? Or soft touches that lull you quickly to sleep?

The way that she's whisperin’…The way that she's pullin' you in. Lord knows I've tried, I can't get her off my mind.

Maybe Hogwarts is a small school, or maybe it’s the fact that I see you everywhere, figments of what was, that makes me so consumed by thoughts of you and of Lily. I’m sure I spend more of my days thinking about the redhead than not at this point. It’s become an obsession.

I’m not surprised you fell for her. She’s magnetic. I see the way she draws you in. I can’t escape her force either. But her pull on me is so strong I feel I could merge with her and become one.

I wanna taste her lips, 'cause they taste like you. I wanna drown myself in a bottle of her perfume. I want her long red hair. I want her magic touch. Yeah, 'cause maybe then you'd want me just as much.

Oh James Potter, how badly I want you.

Oh Lily Evans, how badly I want to be you.

I've got a girl crush. I hate to admit it but, I got a heart rush and it’s not slowin' down.

[nyxlaufeyson]

for the pride month writing special, could you do one with an openly gender-fluid avenger Loki with a gender-neutral avenger reader. I haven’t thought of the exact scenario it happens, but at one point the reader (lovingly) nicknames Loki “Ruby Tuesday” (after the song by Rolling Stones). Later he asks about it and they play the song for him. After that it becomes a thing for them. Maybe Tony tries to call Loki that too but it just ends up very bad for him.

Ruby Tuesday

Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Gender-Fluid!Loki x Gender-Neutral!Reader

Type: Pure fluffy fluff!

Wordcount: 1,146

TW: None

Synopsis: You call Loki a nickname which leads you to introducing them to The Rolling Stones.

A/N: Okay so like I don't know if I'm gonna get to all 30 blocks this month as planned, but I'm combining them and doing my best. Here is this one that is a request, and I hope I did it justice! This takes out one of my request blocks as well as the "Gender-Fluid Loki" block, but there is still more gender-fluid Loki to come, trust me!

To leave a request, feel free to comment anywhere or inbox me

You lay on top of the bed, scrolling through your phone while Loki sat at the vanity, doing her makeup. Loki had been using her feminine form more often lately, and you certainly weren’t complaining. 

Loki had come out as genderfluid as soon as you started dating, as they didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with them and their identity. Of course, you didn’t care, and your love and affection for them didn’t change, no matter what form Loki took. 

Loki scoffed as she messed up her eyeliner, grabbing a makeup wipe and starting over. “Need help?” You asked, putting your phone down and propping your head up with your hands on the bed. 

“If you wouldn’t mind, yes, help would be appreciated. I would just use my magic, but I would like to learn the Midguardian style of cosmetics.” Loki said, and you smiled and got out of bed, walking over to the vanity. 

You grabbed the eyeliner she was using and tilted her chin up as you explained to her what you were doing. “What I usually do is put a piece of tape on the place I want it to go, because that makes it easier to do a straight line.” 

“However, I don’t want to go running around to try to find some tape, so I’m just going to do my best to keep it as even as possible.” You lightly placed the eyeliner under Loki’s eyelid, going outwards and winging it. You examined your work before moving onto the other eyelid, trying your best to match the first eye. 

After you finished, you capped the eyeliner, letting Loki examine herself in the mirror. “Amazing, my darling, thank you.” She said, pulling you by the shirt and kissing you on the cheek. 

You blushed as you straightened your posture, finding a kiss stain on your cheek in the mirror. “Really?” You asked, and Loki smirked. “Well how else is everyone going to know that I love you sooooo much?” She asked, and you snorted, putting the eyeliner up. 

“Well then, I’m going to go brew some tea in the kitchen. Would you like any?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “I’m good for right now, thanks though.” 

“Bye Ruby Tuesday!” You called out as she began to leave, but she stopped and rose her eyebrow. “Ruby Tuesday?” She asked, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Your jaw dropped, and you rose a hand to your heart in feigned offense. “The Rolling Stones? Oh. My. God. Have you never listened to Ruby Tuesday?!” Loki shook her head, and you squealed, running to the bed and grabbing your phone. 

“Okay okay- go get your tea, I’ll pull up the song. I can’t believe I’m about to introduce you to The Rolling Stones.” Loki shrugged and left to go get her tea, leaving you to pull up your music on your phone. 

~~~~~

“She would never say where she came from

Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone”

Loki and you sat huddled up together on the bed, the volume turned up all the way on the phone as the song played. 

“While the sun is bright

Or in the darkest night”

Loki took a sip of her tea, listening to the music as she watched you sway your head. 

“No one knows, she comes and goes.”

At this point you began to sing along with the music, not being able to help yourself as the familiar beat started to pick up. 

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

Loki smiled as you sang. Your eyes were closed and you were almost louder than the music itself before you began to quiet down and let the music lead you, instead of it being the other way around. 

“Don’t question why she needs to be so free

She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be

She can’t be chained

To a life where nothing’s gained

And nothing’s lost, at such a cost”

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

You picked up a hairbrush from your nightstand, pretending it was a microphone as you continued on. 

“‘There’s no time to lose, ’ I heard her say

Catch your dreams before they slip away

Dying all the time

Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind

Ain’t life unkind?”

Loki was sure you were singing so loud the entire city would hear it, but she didn’t care if you didn’t. She’d support you even if you were the worst singer in the world, which you definitely weren't. (She had heard Thor attempt to sing one night when he was very, very drunk).

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

“Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday

Who could hang a name on you?

When you change with every new day

Still, I’m gonna miss you”

You finished off the song-Loki clapping her hands in applause-and you stood up on the bed and did a little bow. “Thank you, thank you.” 

Loki laughed and pulled you back down on the bed and into her arms, ruffling your hair. “I do like the song, and I believe it is a fitting nickname for you to call me.” Loki said, and you grinned. 

“Great, cause you’re gonna hear it a gazillion times from here on out, Ruby Tuesday.” You said, giggling as Loki gave a dramatic sigh. 

“Oh no, whatever shall I do!” She said, placing a hand to her forehead as you laid your head on her stomach, using it as a pillow. 

“I dunno, Ruby Tuesday.” 

~~~~~

Loki and you were cuddling on the couch when Tony walked in, sipping from his coffee mug. 

“Oh hey look who it is, Tunes and Ruby Tuesday.” Tony said, and your eyes widened. Tony called you ‘Tunes’ all the time, because you loved music, but he had never called Loki ‘Ruby Tuesday’ before. 

Of course, you called Loki it all the time, but that was different. It was your thing, and you were afraid of how Loki might react to Tony calling him that. 

“What did you call me?” Loki growled, standing up from his spot on the couch. “Uh- Ruby Tuesday? I just figured since Tunes calls you that all the time-” 

Loki crossed his arms, glaring at Tony. “Don’t ever call me that again.” He said, and Tony nodded. 

“Alright, understood Reindeer games.” Tony said, and although Loki frowned, he returned back to you on the couch. 

You nuzzled up to him with your nose, smirking. “I hope you don’t expect me to stop with the nickname, Ruby Tuesday.” 

Loki smiled, pulling you closer. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

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ASM ISSUE 30. I HAVE OPINIONS. SIT DOWN.

I told you I was gonna review any issues that are vaguely superior spidey related and that includes this one. And this one was certainly intriguing! Intresting ideas, the issues it has just stem from the entire run itself sooooo

So here we goo- superior spidey (but like the bootleg)

So here's the things I do like:

Superiors memories, or whatever echo of them are in the arms do affect Peter and while it was brief it was pretty fun. I like how Peter's posture shifts to look like Superiors (in like one panel but shhhh)

Otto and Peter (bootleg superior edtion) bickering was kinda fun to see hshdhsh Thats a concept I kinda love hehsh,.z.

The arms try to sacrifice themselves for Peter in one panel. Me when sad character growth,.,. Nice to see them technically working together tho

It's pretty much confirmed now that superior is in those arms, probably just an echo of his memories, but it could also literally be him because of how aware the arms are and that's a bit freaky and now I feel bad

The implications behind whatever was left of superior in the arms trying to literally strangle doc ock, that's harrowing in context but a intresting concept they could use because man is gonna need some SERIOUS therapy when he gets out

Also also I love that the arms punch Norman every chance they get 100% the most superior spiderman thing they would do

Things I'm a bit iffy on:

Kinda weird that everyone still kinda treats the arms as pets. I mean Jameson does at least. I know we don't know for sure how the arms work with like, Doc's memories but if he is like, aware and sentient in there OOO MAN that makes this so much weirder. Free my boy and don't treat him like that

How the fuck does Peter not suspect somethings up with the arms seemingly containing a separate consciousness. Bro hasn't even really investigated them yet

All my other complaints aren't for this issue but rather complaints for the entire Zeb Wells run itself like Doc Ock back to being an evil goofy villain that needs to get beat up again (like can we not, he doesn't need that anymore) and also on a 10x worse note, reminding me that Zeb Wells killed Ms. Marvel for no reason. I know she'll be back alive soon ut she didn't have do die the way she did 4 issues ago and Aughhhh I cannot get into that rn do not start with me

But yeah those things aren't exactly complaints with this issue so YIPPEE MOVING ON

Buddies.,., pals even

Yeah the only other thing I'll mention is what I talked about in my last couple of posts is that I'm a bit worried on how they are bringing superior back into the present without using time travel or clones (because giving the title back to og doc ock seems a bit out of the question cuz hes still evil for some reason ((I'll rant again if I go into that more)) but unfortunately that seems like it's the case rn)

It might not be that big an issue, I'll still read the new series when it comes out, but I'm just really hoping that they do him right. STILL EXCITED FOR OCTOBER THO YIPPEE NEW FOOD AND CONTENT LETS JUST HOPE ITS GOOD <3<3

Also apparently the next issue is gonna have a teaser for the next superior book, so I'll be sure to post about that :]

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1213: Coffee Chat With Geese's Henchman (King of Fighters)

6:48 p.m. at Athena's Coffee Shop..........

Billy: OI!

Shingo's body immediately starts tense up by Billy's booming voice.

Billy: Are you really that Kusanagi brat's disciple?

Shingo: (Claps his Own Face Three Times and Clears his Throat Before Turning Back and Facing Billy With a Slightly More Calmer Look on his Face) I used to be. What of it?

Billy: (Casually Shrugs as He Walks Over to Shingo) Oh nothin' on the sorts. Just heard a few things about you is all. (Forms an Evil Smirk on his Face) Specifically how YOU were one responsible for roughin' up one of my men back at the warehouse.

Shingo: (Shivering a Bit in Fear While Trying his Hardest Not to Lose his Posture) Y-Yeah, well......(Glares at Billy While Mustering Up Every Bit if Courage He Has Inside of Him) S-So what? They're the ones who lured Rock and the others there to begin with. And I'll beat 'em up again if you and your goons even THINK about harming my friends agai-

Before Shingo could finish his sentence, Billy place the tip of his red pole right onto his cheek, shutting him up instantly.

Billy: Making a direct threat to me and the boys, right in front of my face.....That takes guts. (Forms an Impressed Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') I think we're gonna get along just fine, mate.

Rock: (Angrily Yeah at Billy) You get the hell away from Shingo right now, Billy Kane, or SO HELP ME-

Geese: Enough, Billy. Quit messing around with the employee and let him make our coffee. (Sits Himself Down on One Side of the Circular Table) We're wasting enough time as it is.

Billy: (Immediately Bows Down to Geese) Yes, sir! Apologies in advance. (Turns Back to Shingo) You heard the boss, mate. (Pokes Shingo's Cheek with the Tip of his Pole) Move it already!

Shingo: Alright, alright, I'm going!

Shingo makes his behind the counter as Billy sits down at one of the seats right in front of it.

Shingo: ('Sigh') Okay. What type of coffee do you guys want for today?

Billy: The boss will have a cup of cappuccino on the house and I think I'll myself a latte on the side.

Shingo: You got it. (Begins Working on the Two Orders)

'A Bit of Silence'

Billy: Sooooo.........(Tipping his Two Fingers Lightly on the Counter While Waiting For his and Geese's Orders) You're really not Kyo's student anymore, huh?

Shingo: Yeah, kinda. I mean, I still admire him in some capacity, but nowadays, I train under his dad, Saisyuu Sensei.

Billy: Learning from the very man that shaped the champion to who he is today.....(Puts on a Impressed Smirk on his Face) Not a bad display of development there, kid.

Shingo: (Smiles a Bit) Thanks. I've actually learned a lot about the Kusanagi technique and the family's upbringings thanks to him. (Smiles Fondly of his Master) He's one of the few people that actually believes in me and I couldn't be anymore grateful than that, you know?

Billy: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, I get ya. You kinda reminds me of me when I started workin' for boss at your age at a matter of fact.

Shingo: Oh cool. Did Geese ever taught you how to fight?

Billy: Nah. I taught myself how to long before that, mate. But he does teach my sis and I the basics on business industries, the ins n' outs of making negotiations, and how to spot a false information on each given contracts

Shingo: Cool. (Hands Billy the Drink He Ordered) Here's your Latte.

Billy gives out another nod before trying out the drink himself. With one good sip, his eyes begins to widen up in genuine surprise by it's taste before sipping on it once more.

Billy: Holy shat.....(Turns Back to Shingo) You really made this?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep! It's been a while since I've made a cup of Latte, so it might not live up to your expectations.

Billy: You kiddin'? This is the best damn Latte I've ever tasted in a very long time!

Shingo: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) You.....really mean that?

Billy: (Gives Shingo a Single Nod and an Impressed Smirk on his Face) Meant every word. You'd be the best coffee maker in the whole town if you keep this up. How long did you worked here anyways?

Shingo: Since the day I moved here. I saw the way mom would make coffee and hot coco for my sisters and I one day, jogged down the few main ingredients and precise hand movements from memory, and the rest was history. (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Though, I highly doubt my coffee would come close to be as godly as hers.....

Billy: Give it a few years, you'll get there eventually. Speaking of which, you said you got sisters of your own?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. Three of them to be exact. (Resumes Back To Work, Making a One Hot Cup Cappuccino For Geese) There's my older sister, Tsubaki, who's way more of a know-it-all than I am believe it or not, our younger sister, Naomi, who would always brag about me every chance she gets-Probably to make herself look cooler in front of her peers, and then there's Kula, who isn't really a sister by blood per say, but we've hangout with Rock and co for so long that I've eventually started seeing her as one.

Billy: Charming. (Chuckles Fondly at a Memory of his Own to Think About) Your second sister reminds me of all the times Lily bragged about how cool her big brother truly is. (Starts Rolling his Eyes in Annoyance) Or at least she used to until all she can talk about these days is that good for nothin'- (Crumbles his Cup a Bit in Anger) Bastard Joe Higashi!- (Looks Down and Notices his Drink his Dripping Down on the Counter) .....Oops.

Shingo: Don't worry, i got it! (Takea a Short White Towel Out From his Aapron's Pouch and Uses it to Wipe The Spill Off Of the Counter) You're REALLY not a fan of Higashi-san, huh?

Billy: He tries to date my baby sister on multiple occasions. Of course I'm not a bloody fan of his dumbarse! Always act so smug and cocky to everyone he means. Lily's far too good him!

Shingo: Well, he is the Muey Thai Champion after all. There's bound to be an egotistical side to come out eventually. And get this: He got himself a student now.

Billy: ('Tch') The talkin' windbag got himself a apprentice to teach? I don't believe it.

Shingo: It's truth. Rock and I saw her at the beach once and she was able to create a pink colored Hurricane Upper at ease, it looked amazing. But anyways- (Gives Billy a Cup of Cappuccino) Here's one cappuccino for your boss.

Billy: Much obliged.

Billy got out of his seat and walks over to Geese and Rock's table with the drink he asked to order for him.

Billy: (Hands Geese His Drink) Your coffee, sir.

Geese: (Simply Nodded to his Most Loyal Right Hand Man) Thank you.

Billy bows to his boss before walking back to the counter. Once he sat back down to his seat, he turns to see Geese taking a sip of his choice of beverage.

Shingo: (Takes a Look at Geese in the Distance as Well) There it is....The very first of cup of cappuccino I've made for the crimelord of Southtown (Turns Away While Crossing Both his Fingers Together) Here's hoping he doesn't outright hat-

Billy: He likes it.

Shingo: (Turns Back to Billy With Ankther Surprised Look on his Face) He does? Are you okay?

Billy: Yeah, mate. (Tilts Shingo's Head Towards His Direction) Look.

The boys watches Geese nodding towards his drink with his face indicating a look of approval of some kind before sipping on 8t some more

Billy: That's the most I've seen him enjoying a cup of coffee in a good long time. You done good, kid.

Shingo: ('Sighs in Pure Relief') Oh thank god.....I don't think I ever wanna imagine what he's gonna do if he didn't like it......

Billy: Oh will you relax? He'd only be unimpressed by it at best. 'Sides, the only thing that's on his mind right now is havin' a private conversation with his only offspring. Makin' up for loss times if you will.

Shingo: (Smiles a Bit) That's sweet of him. Though, I kinda doubt it's gonna stop Rock from hating him anytime soon.

Billy: ('Heh') Obviously. But it's better than nothin',, you know?

Shingo: Yeah. It's the least he could do after everything he put him through in the past, that's for sure.

Billy suddenly felt something buzzing as he takes his phone out of pants pocket before groaning at the message that was given to him just recently.

Shingo: (Turns to Billy) What's up?

Billy: Got a text from one of our soon to be business partners. They want us to attend another one of their meetings in the next two hours or so. And just when I was actually enjoyin' myself here.

Shingo: (Playfully Rolls his Eyes) Would've been a lot more enjoyable if you didn't kick everyone else out.

Billy: Hey, it was the boss' orders to have them outta here, not mines. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on his Face) You're more than welcome to file a complaint to him. Can't guarantee the safety of your live though.

Shingo: ('Gulp') I-I'll pass on the offer, thanks.

Billy: Wise choice.

Geese: Billy! It's time we part from this establishment. Our next meeting will start soon.

Billy: (Bows to Geese) Coming right away, sir! (Turns to Shingo with a More Friendier Smile) And that's my cue to leave. Sorry we has to cut our chat short, mate.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at Billy) It's alright. I'm just glad we had the chance to get along in the first place. (Sticks his Hand Out in Front of Billy)

Billy: (Gives Shingo a Handshake) Likewise. You and your friend there be safe out there in the streets and have a good rest of the day. (Finally Makes his Leave as Well)

Shingo: (Happily Waves Goodbye to a Unexpectedly New Friend) You too, Billy-san! Good luck on your meeting!

Billy gives Shingo a farewell salute before following Geese out the door.

'Door Opens and Closes'

Rock: (Walks Over to Shingo) You and Billy are friends now?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) I think so, yeah. He's pretty cool to talk to once you get to know him a little bit.

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Hi there!! :D fear, secret and wound for the ask meme for Lazarus + another OC who you want to talk about? :D

My scrungy boy!!! I'll also answer some for Fion, another scrungy boy currently in my head lol~

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Lazarus: His greatest fear is being weak and powerless- feeling small and ineffectual (Like when Strahd forced him to turn into a newborn kitten, or when he couldn't hurt Kindness at all, even when he knew he landed a blow). It freaks him the F-CK out when it happens but his base instinct is always survival, so he'll bend to whatever force seems to be on top. (It's very fun when the loud, abrasive, and aggressive guy goes still and quiet~ but laying low and NOT fighting back when the odds are garbage have gotten him a lot farther than insulting someone much stronger to their face) ....And on that note it's not THAT hard to see when he's afraid- he's a terrible liar and you can definitely see the deference in his posture.

Fion: His biggest fear is rejection! Fion wants to please and be accepted sooooo so bad and he definitely ends up fawning when faced with people who are mad at him. He'll test the waters a little, but if he gets pushback, he'll retreat and agree and probably walk on eggshells around that person for a while. He doesn't openly talk about it, but it's behavioral so it's not impossible to pick up on.

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Lazarus: Ohhhhhh he does NOT want people to find out the extent of what Strahd did to him before leaving him out for the party to find. It wasn't even anything physical, but he's still got the looming threat to the orphanage if anyone gets it out of him. (I'll say a lil more under a readmore so that it doesn't cut off the next one but people in the game don't read it if they're not butts)

Fion: HMMM well his biggest current secret that he'd die if people found out about is very topical to where they are right now story-wise.... Some of the group have found out he uses taboo magics, but no one knows he's a bit of a serial killer. Not that he'd phrase it like that- he goes after people who've been cruel to changelings and other species that are looked down on, and got.... maybe a little idea that the church and wizards might fall under fair game now too...

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced? Lazarus: He usually grits his teeth and deals with it- Laz is kinda just an overgrown feral cat, if a cat could turn into vermin or a red wolf lmao~ He'll usually sulk a little, maybe b-tch about it if the party is in a dungeon and he wants to bite somebody but they haven't fought anything alive in a while, but he tends to try and hide emotional or mental wounds and just not talk about them at all ever. (Which has just resulted in Laz being VERY emotionally stunted and bad at verbalizing things) Worst physical wound was probably when he tried to grab a little statuette for our party wizard, and whoops! Uh oh! Turns out evil and/or undead things can't touch it and it nuked him with radiant damage that ALMOST killed him on the spot, but it was just shy of twice his HP total, so he was only knocked out and fried his left arm to a crisp. The mental/emotional wounds really take the cake, though- the three days he spent arrested and chained up in that too-bright room with Kindness coming in just to repeatedly near-crush his windpipe and rip his fear of her wide open again, FOLLOWED by the humiliation of the carriage ride with her to Castle Ravenloft while she just raked what remained of his self worth over the coals was definitely a doozie. He REALLY hasn't recovered from that one yet but he also haven't tALKED about it to anyone because he's a prideful piece of sh-t who can't articulate his feelings.

Fion: His magical training really just put him through the wringer,,,, His mentor believed in "show don't tell" so he has first hand experience with all the spells he knows, like having maggots summoned in his stomach to eat their way out, or having his autonomy taken away. He's pretty accustomed to taking blow after blow, and usually takes them without complaint. His worst wound was probably when he was attacked while selling healing salves. Someone tried to rob him and ended up cutting him up. He lost his left eye in the attack and the shock of it nearly killed him, but he managed to stabilize himself after getting away.

So Laz's secret.....

He's a high enough leveled monk by 5e standards to be able to use "Stillness of Mind" and shake charms and such, and Strahd has underestimated him a few times before after dismissing him as a spawn. BUT Strahd found out Lazarus ISN'T a spawn, and is actually a full vampire in his own right, but he's a weird type that feeds on OTHER vampires and.... Strahd wants that under his thumb.

So after Laz got arrested (Long story of shenanigans but he f-cked up and his prey drive kicked in on a guard while reps from all three towns AND an entourage from Ravenloft were in town) and mentally beat to all sh-t by Kindness, Strahd showed up and offered him a "deal".

Lazarus could accept the charm Strahd was going to place on him. Or, he could try to resist it (historically something Laz has NEVER done successfully) and Strahd would go burn the Valaki orphanage to the ground and kill everyone here. That's Dissy's orphanage. That's where HE 'grew' up. So obviously he accepted the charm and now Strahd has a sleeper agent in the party. He STILL DOES. Lazarus cannot attack any sentient creature FIRST- they must attack him first. If no one has, he has to simply defend himself, but he's gotten to a point where he can assist others or use things like the "Cause Fear" effect on his mace. He can't let anyone try to help get rid of the charm or try to remove it himself. He also is forbidden from SPEAKING about the charm- he can't tell anyone why he can't attack or what Strahd did, and he can't tell them what might happen if he or someone else tries to remove the charm. (What might happen is Strahd burning the orphanage) ...And last but oh so certainly not least: He MUST obey if Strahd gives him a command with the trigger "would you kindly". (He hasn't tested if someone ELSE who isn't Strahd can also force him to do things with that phrase, but it's bad enough that Strahd can, and it isn't like Charm Person where it feels like they're your friend. Laz KNOWS what's happening but he can't do anything to stop himself from obeying and that, quite frankly, is the worst part for him)

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

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whuts been new since i last bloggyedd on like 4th of july or some10... n hung out w ravers on a bender from electrickk forest cafe i meEAN forest rave. speekiingg of dat cafe i hav never been to rainforest cafe ;p lulzz. i updated moi tinder bio to 'NEWLY SINGLE SO KAN ONLY DO CASUAL BUT IF UR ON THE MARGARITAVILLE CRIUSE SHIP.....HMU 0.0 ' ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! n tha Cruiseshipp in west palm bITCH floridA def tried 2 charge me for fuel immisions n 'OPENING A WATER BOTTLE IN THE HOTEL ROOM' WHICH I DID NOT................the only CHAOzszz that i ENSUED THERE WUZ breaking the bathroom door [[[in my defense it was already hanging off the hinges]]] n needing 2 call tha maintence pplzz to cum fixx it while crying under my sheetzz,. tha cruise wuz whatev but shoutout to all the mILFS in the hot tub who were telling me to LOVE WHO I LOVE [[gay advocates]]. ;]] bc 'JESUS LUVS ME.' also Y were there no hawt pplzz in florida except the increasingly short ppl [ex wuz 4'11 n the only hawt person was a 4'9 shawty] .....

WHyyYyyyYYyy IS IT SO HARD 2 ACCEPT THAT THE MF BEAUTY STANDARD FOR CHRISTIANZZ WAS FUKIN LARRY THE CUCUMBER WITH NO HAIR BUT HAD A WHOLE ODE/SONG TO HIM BEING SOOOOOOoooo SAD HE LOST HIS HAIRBRUSHHHHHHHH n YYYYYY am i still replaying in my headdd when tht Gurl fell downwards from trying to jump a cargo train in front of mehh N YYYYY am i still craving ass eating on train trak n makin11-11 wishes on passin train cartz.

yES i hexed my ex and tha nxt day someone got shot outside his house n NO I DONT FEEL BAD AB IT BITCH CUZZ even tho i did get triggered WAKING UP 4 dayzz ago n SEEING HIM PRETENDING 2 B A FUCKING DOG oNLINE ......... i kan sleep in peace knowing i do not pretend 2 b DOGGO n AT THE END OF THE DAY IT IS ALL LUV BITCHhhhhhhh. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !whew. =]

dEFINING KETAMINE CHIC . [NOT CHICK.] having undiagnosed adhd until UR an 'ADULT...''' having 'acute pain of riGHT SHOULDER' as 1 of ur medical diagnoses......ASking FLOWErz if ur crush likes u Back cuz flowerzz nevr LIE,...spending at LEAST 4 hours a day wondering why charlixcx has soOooooo many songs ab carszz.......falling on sidewalk outside of moodring cuz everything lookin like lEGO BLOCKZ N GLITTERRRRRR ... being DEPRESSED cuz the age filter on tiktok makes u look like ur DAD n u kant make urself feel better by downloadng reiMI AI ART 2 C UR FUTURE BBBBBYYY. WLALLOWW. loving EVERYONEEEE but bein reecluse n keeping ur thots to urself meow mEOW NOWWW. always havin ur phone at lik less than 10 percent...,,.holding bloodstones 2 ur hart n googling ab shamanism at 4am cuz ur lik wondering why that Tboy that came over for hot disrespectful sexx ended up saging ur pussy n telling u ab how he got initiated into being a shaman by fighting for 11 eggs....,,.,.....havin tummy problems, nose drip N using toilet paper instead of ACtual tissue paper,..,..flashbacks of being told NO when u asked 2 lick the outside of someoness coffe pot.......DICKTIONARY 2 B CONTINUED

sooOOO many short poems compiled in my notes app tht idk where else 2 share sooo here it is

'it was 2am when we talked in ur kitchen, shoes off n ur face looked different'

'built me up 2 tear me down. sugary sweet cocoa puff u Were a radioactive bomb. whispers in my head u told me 2 never trust my friends,..'

'my sex is my poetry, yet my broad shoulders n straight posture an embodied personality,...i feel like a copy of what i thought i should be, by simply observing those around me'

'u apologized 4 walking in 2 my soul, said u treat ur friendz like tht...but bc of ur brain u kant remember much n i wanted 2 ask u how does it feel to experience everything lik it was the first time, but all the time'

YEepPpppp i defz still am sneaking in2 nowiezz by going thruu tha side door into tha yard/outdoor area N yaaaaa i am still somehow ordering uberzz back to bushwIG from paulsbabygrandd with only 1 percent then moii phone dying rite after ordering itt but then somehow finding the car a block down N tha driver miracuouslyy still waiting 4 uss lik 10 min later....N yaaa i am still almost getting kicked out of the MOxy cuz im being loud wiff moi fWEndzz in tha vintage photo booth........n YA still crushing on moi friendzzz new roomie wiFF terrible social anxiety n i DEF offeredd 2 walk they doggo 4 free cuz ima SIMPPP 4 SIMP. n def am tryna buy dem a plant cuz thts whut gay ppls do when they ask u if u wanna fugg/peace offering. n YASS i am still binge watching trash tv N surrounding moiself w ppl tht wanna 'AIR OUT ' in my room by stripping completly nekkid then takin a shower in moi shower n defz yam still SCREAMING at tha top of moi lungs cuz im ANGRY... n YAAA still sad there is no unique lesbian experience cuzz pplzz still wanna giv u they ex's anime/manga bookz . Vegas bound nxtt week n reddy 2 b outta town yet again n b wiff my best friend. ;] C U NXT WEKKKKKKK

LUV U ALLL xoxoxoxo renny69247 [my old tiktok username i am 1000000 percent still spiteful my old boss asked me to change for tiktok creds for styling jewlery on some bella hadid campaign. WHATEVZZZ.]

[eyecide]

For the second time in less than 30 days I almost panicked bc I thought I saw my ex in public :o(

[endcoreh]

my feet r numb almost like, 90% of the time, pretty sure its bc i get virtually no blood there lmao, my legs have also been rly weak the last month-month nd a half, my hands r constantly tingly nd numb too nd i just rly feel, very physically weak but much more than i normally am, which is a bit upsetting. but its also hard to work out when it feels like ur legs will buckle under u at any given moment lol, but ill figure out smth

[bloomfish]

Tbh we Need to stop living in the fantasy that large breasts are actually considered attractive or fashionable these days. Maybe like creepy men will sexualise them more as a seperate element but that's not the same as feeling attractive. It doesnt make you feel attractive when literally all supermodels and famous hot people have small chests nowadays, its been like that for a while and girls with large breasts are extremely conscious that they cant make any of the looks they see work or dress how they want because of their bodies. Maybe I'm wrong but I honestly dont think the insecurity of having a flat chest even comes close to how cripplingly physically uncomfortable it is to have large breasts PLUS feeling unattractive and weird PLUS having a random body part of yours leered at and sexualised since you were a child. You are never allowed to stop thinking about it. Like it can feel bad not having a certain feature but I think having one that strongly and negatively conditions your physical and mental comfort AT ALL TIMES is a lot worse. Thats just my opinion on the subject

[jraker4]

I didn’t see it before, and it was under messaging, not reblog.

You’ve had the concept of cultural Christianity explained to you before, and you even explicitly say you reject it utterly and happily threaten violence whenever you hear it, so I’m not sure why you’re acting oblivious now. But with that said-with my rejection of your claim of ignorance as a lie-fine. Cultural Christianity is a complex, subjective concept that-broadly speaking-means to behave in a way that fits with cultural and social norms of a society that has been dominated by Christianity for many generations.

A very simple, broad strokes example: celebrating Christmas as a secular holiday, even if you explicitly don’t believe in Jesus. Even if you yourself have chosen to regard it as a celebration of Yule or some such, if you wear a Santa hat, that’s a culturally Christian behavior. It doesn’t mean you’re Christian. It means you’re influenced by your upbringing. That’s an example.

As for an example of YOU, well. A couple of very obvious ones: singing out Jews as a target of anger or rage for how they interface with Christianity, religiously and socially. That’s a BIG one. An assumption that your experience is the universal norm-that when you hear ‘cultural Christian’ you believe they’re referring to you as a Christian, and then not listening to their explanations of nuance. A belief that you know their faith and cultures better than they do-your lectures on Zionism and your refusal to hear explanations that it’s a complicated subject.

Your willingness to threaten violence against Jews.

I could go on, but maybe this time you’ll get the point. As for your thoughts about violent people. You’re insisting I should treat you with wary fear because you’re SOOOOO potentially dangerous. Look, even if I knew for a FACT that you were say an ex navy seal with multiple aggravated assault convictions? I would STILL not, perhaps, take your threats seriously and be fearful of the…because I would still be anonymous. Especially since those threats have all been so much empty, flailing posturing.

But you? I don’t think you’re someone to be afraid of at all, and it’s not because I wouldn’t be afraid of a violent person in person. It’s because you’re a shouting, posturing shithead online punching down at all Jews because-according to you-some Jews were mean to you. And the constant exhibition of antisemitism on your part is only a part of the contempt for and lack of fear of I feel for you. The other part is because Internet Badass who You Wouldn’t Talk Like That to My Face Because I’m Bad is an old, old bit of posturing. You’re basic, bitch.

“When someone says you’re behaving in a culturally Christian way, they are describing behaviors of yours. Not identity”

What “behavior” of mine is “cultural Christian”? What does cultural Christian behavior mean? What does it look like what are you talking about? Explain! Or shut up!!

Again dude, you don’t know me or anything about people with violent tendencies. They aren’t “foaming at the mouth” you moron you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from someone non violent because violent people aren’t violent until you give them a reason. You don’t know what I’ve been through or anything about me. This is for your own safety! I’ve dealt with violent people from time time. I’ve been jumped, I’ve broken up fights, and I’ve squared off with cops and pulled knifes on people. I’m not someone who enjoys violence but I’m not afraid of it either. And that’s what I’m trying to warn you about. If someone tells you that they are dangerous don’t doubt them because they will love to prove you wrong. Trust me, I’ve been on the receiving end of this. I wouldn’t recommend.

I’m definitely not having a private conversation with you. Not only do I not trust you, you’re far too tedious and unintimidating to make it interesting to do so. There’s no reason you couldn’t have reblogged this.

[evandore]

everything hurts this is not good