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ayeyolooo · 1 year ago

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Memory lane

This is part 2 part one is here!

Please excuse any grammatical errors 😥!

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"MAN ION LIKE BOYS BUT who was that fine ass boy you was talking to at the mall yesterday n/n?" London asked. "Oh he's someone from middle school." You shrugged and smiled.

"One of them kids that made you leave?" You nodded. You clacked your nails together as london mugged you. "No no he was the one who made them stop." You said defending armin.

"Ohhh okay." She said. "I'm happy that you found someone my love." She said smiling and wrapping you into a hug. Paris was sleeping cuddling with your dog kody who was also sleeping.

"I wanna see how they look now." You mumbled and laid on your stomach before opening instagram and clicking armin's page. You scrolled on his page.

"But maybe imma see them later." You said. "Girl you over there worried bout them,youn got nothing to be worried bout." London said. "Okay?" London asked. "Okay." You said clicking your phone off. "Now let's go do summm." She said smiling and getting off of your bed. She grabbed your beats pill speaker and grabbed your phone. She unlocked it and clicked shuffle on your playlist.

'Run tha streetz.' By Tupac started to play as you both of you starting singing. "YOU COULD RUN THE STREETS WITH YOUR THUGS ILL BE WAITING FOR YOUUUUUU." The both of you began singing outloud and laughing.

London went on her Instagram and began to go live.

User1: ouuuu who is thaaaat?

3rennn joined.

Mi.mikasa joined.

Meelasplayhouse: ouuuuu she reall prettyy.

"I know right!" London said bringing your face into the camera. You just smiled and lip synced to the song.

Armin.alert joined.

"Ohhh y/n there go your mannnnn." She said as you jerked your head back before looking closer to the phone and seeing that armin joined. Your face went hot as you just sucked your teeth."Girl that's not my mannnn." You said. "Yet." She whispered.

Niseyuserlol: whoooooo!?

^gossipqueennn: that basketball player armin alert.

Jaecomments: no way she talks to armin alert.

"That's cause I don't." You said throwing some hair over your shoulder.

You pulled your pants up and buckled them finally after jumping just to get them up. You took a breath out and just laid on your bed out of breath. "Lord have mercy." You sighed out and stood up before you walked to your dresser and grabbed a shirt and slid it on.

You walked to your closet and grabbed your jordan 4's before abusing your finger trying to put your shoe on.

You grabbed your bookbag and threw some blank journals, a binder,some mechanical pencils pens and some paper in it. You grabbed your France fragrance perfume by Victoria secret and sprayed some on you before placing it into your bookbag.

You grabbed a hoodie and made your way downstairs. You seen your mom throwing last minute things into her purse before looking up and seeing you.

"Oh hey baby you look beautiful as always." She said kissing your forehead. "Thank you ma." You said cheesing. Your mom grabbed her phone and held it up. "I need my pictures,this your last year mama." She said.

You groaned. "Maaaaaaaaa." She shook her head. "Ion wanna hear it,now pose." You did a pose with a fake smile and she clicked the button making the flash shine bright in your eye. Your eyes watered as she took a thousand more pictures.

"Okay ma. It's getting late." You said looking at your Apple Watch. "Okay fine."she said smiling at the pictures she did get. "Ahhhh my baby got so big." She said. You sat in the front with her as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Okay here's your schedule,just ask around and someone would point to where you have to go okay?" Your mom said handing you your schedule. You nodded before taking it from her.

You looked at it and scanned for your first class. "Psychology." You read outloud. You walked around asking for directions as everyone pointed to where your class was. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you knocked on the door.

Someone opened it as your heart was beating out of its chest as you walked to the teachers desk. She had glasses with a ponytail and a green suit on.

"Hello." She greeted as she took your schedule. She scanned it and nodded. "Okay you can sit in this group right here." She pointed to a group that had one seat missing. You nodded "thank you ms...." You trailed off you her name. "Oh it's hanji! Don't worry students always have a hard time pronouncing my name." She said smiling.

You just gave her a little smile before you turned and made your way to the back where you sat down in the seat drawing attention to yourself. "My goodness she's so pretty." One of the girls whispered to the other who just nodded in agreement.

"Y/n?" You heard someone call you. "You looked around and seen the familiar blonde. "Armin?" You asked scooting over to him and hugging him.

"Wait your name is y/n? As in y/n l/n?"the boy with a buzz cut asked as you nodded hesitantly. All of their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"Pick ya jaw up off the floor before someone step on it." Armin said mugging them. "How do you know that?" You asked them tracing your forearm tattoo. "Um I'm Connie,that's mikasa,Jean,Sasha and eren." Your body went hot as your eyes widened.

"My bad man we didn't mean to run you away." Connie apologized. You just shooed it off. "You good,I just hope that we're passed that point." Everyone eagerly nodded as you just chuckled. "You're so fine." Jean said as you just smiled. "Thank you." You said. Armin just chew on his inside cheek.

"Okay class so we're going to be talking about the mind responds to different things." Hanji said titling the board. "Make sure you take good notes and use a pen,do not write with a pencil in my class." Hanji said pushing her glasses up and turning around.

"Y/n." Armin lightly nudged you. "Hm?" You asked looking at him. "You're left handed?" He asked looking at you holding your pen. You just chuckled and nodded yes. "That's so cool." He said with a pearly smile.

His pink plumped lips looked so kissable right now. "Wanna go catch up wit you." He said. You nodded "yeah when?" You said bouncing your leg up and down. "Today after school." You nodded. "Yeah but you gotta come get me cause ion gotta car yet." He nodded his head. "Ight imma come get you around what? 5:30?" He asked. You nodded. "Bett." He smiled.

My kitty kitty meow meow is not meowing right now. It's growling,barking and waterfalling. Heyyy do you like hello kitty cause my kitty wanna say hi to you lollll.

His nose is so rideable. I can see his abs though his shirt. I should ask him what size shoe he wear for research purposes..

"Y/n you good?" He asked you "I'm good." You cleared your throat and continued to write the notes down.

"Okay so now that we're done with the notes! Please review with your partner what you've taken down. And exchange some information between the two. After that please give me two examples of the different types of responses and stimulus's" hanji said writing on the Promethean board.

You were sitting beside Sasha and armin. "Hiiii." She exitedly waved as you smiled and returned her wave. "Okay so I'm just going to let you know nowww,I'm INLOVE with you." She said. You just laughed and covered your mouth. "Thank you." You said barring your false eyelashes at her.

"Girl I'm so serious." She said with a serious expression before the both of you buses out laughing. "Na I'm just playing but wanna work with me?" She asked. "Yeah sure." You said.

Both you and Sasha exchanged socials and phone numbers before getting to know eachother. Hanji had to ask you two to quiet down more than once,which was horrible due to the both of you laughing out loud.

"So what's something you've been interested in?" Sasha asked you as the wrote down the answers "I've learned how to do hair." You replied as you worked.

"Ohhh that's niceee,I know how to do nails." She said showing you. You gasped and grabbed her hand as you looked at her nails. "Girllll these are so cuteeeeeee." You said looking at her short nails that were black French tipped with little planets on it.

"These $45 for you ma." She said with a little wink. "Ouuuuuuu." You covered your mouth from being excited. "So y/n..." Connie drew attention to you as they all started asking you questions until class was over with.

You placed your things in your bookbag and you looked up to see Sasha waiting for you at the door. You just smiled as you walked next to her. "I didn't think you was going to wait for me." You took your beats out and placed them around your neck. "Why?" She giggled out. "Becauseeeee." You trialed off.

"Listen I'm truly sorry for how we all treated you in middle school,but I promise you that we aren't like that anymore." You just played with your lanyard that held your id in it. "Okay." You said with a small smile.

She wrapped her arm in with yours and walked with you to where everyone was. "Y/nnnnnn!" Connie said running up to you.

This was honestly so weird. "Yes?" You asked looking for Armin.

#ayeyolooo #black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x reader #eren x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x chubby reader #x black fem reader #aot x black y/n #black reader

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lokissweater · 3 months ago

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kind of weird question, but have you ever considered writing a novel/original fic? I LOVVEEE your fics, and while I like the jjk men, I would also be really intrigued by an oc made by you !!! ofc I know original work isn't usually as popular, but if you ever want to give it a try, even as just a short thing, I'm sure tons of us would be interested !!

as an example/confession.....i'm not actually that into megumi or gojo LOL they're hot and i totally 100% get why they're so popular, they're just not really my type. but !!!!!! I read every fic you make regardless of the pairing bc it's your WRITING that i love. again no pressure, I'm eating and thriving regardless, but i wanted to let you know that there is at least one person interested in anything you write, even if it isn't jjk or fanfiction :)

OH MY GOODNESS NOT A WEIRD QUESTION AT ALL MY HONEYYY !!! I LOOOVEEE THIS QUESTION !!!

BRRROOOOOOO YOU ARE ACTUALLY SUCH A FUCKING ANGEL THANK YOU SO MUUUCCCHHHH 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕 i’m so GRATEFUL and truly embedded to you that you read my little works no matter the pairing or circumstance MANNNNN !!! 😭😭😭 I DONT MF DESERVE YOUUUUU !! THANK YOU THANK YOU !!

AND OH MY GODDDD i’ve never thought about dropping oc’s here actually !!! before i came back to writing on tumblr i would just write in my notes app a bunch of random stories, and i DOOOO have one specific story that’s all oc’s !!! it’s my most written out one HAHAHAHA AND SHES JUST SITTING IN MY PHONE TAKING UP STORAGE 😻😻🫶🫶

but i would ABSOLUTELY POST ORIGINAL STORIES THAT SOUNDS SO MFFF FUUUNNNNN !! i’ll definitely keep this in mind !!! 🥹🥹

thank you SOOOO MUCH for stopping by and being so sweet my love !!! please please take care of yourself !!! 🥹🥹💕💕💕 MWAAAHHHH <333

#lokissweater—asks

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clarajohnson · 1 year ago

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the magicians s1e12

guys i'm having so much fun with this rewatch (recap reminds me that richard killed his son through neglect and q betrayed alice with the threesome and julia's about to get duped by a fake goddess) um

this kitchen reminds me of the season 4 apartment but i'm having fun so i'm not gonna think about season 4

such a small thing but i have beef with the dude imbuing kady with faith by doing something for her like. i guess we disagree on what faith is!

you can't unring a bell so be certain when you call, julia!

poor penny getting stuck babysitting three neurotics and one alice (not neurotic relative to everybody else In This One Thing)

cannot get over q being the one who initiated it. i just can't.

jesus christ jason ralph is so hot

in 2015 you could sell an audience on the badassery of a line just by including the term patriarchy

please alice drinking triple sec :'''-)

we talk about alice's style being sexy librarian but it reads much more to me as a girl who knows she could fall at any second into twee oblivion so she's styling it in dark colors. i'm waiting for an owl necklace.

ooh! dionysus, okay!

i did NOT remember her hooking up with richard. but. i'm fine with it.

mannnnn i love julia wicker so much she is the epitome of the girl with an inch-thick tough exterior filled with love all the rest of the way through she is so special and good

fucking "didn't think you had that in you" go to hell quentin! oh MY cheating is okay YOUR consensual sex outside of a relationship is BAD! again this is why i hated him the first time around

How I was feeling about Quentin would have got us all killed. :l

i kind of feel like if he was a real person i would have bullied quentin coldwater or at least been very rude to him. sorry quentin!

lol the "janet" "actually it's margo" "this time" joke went over my head last time

I PLANNED MY WHOLE OUTFIT AROUND THAT BOTTLE !!!!!

truth serum is toxic and banned? interesting

"oh i was kind of poking around in the dark with that one" lollll my baby

quentin WOULD always bring up groundhog day. also he's actually stronger than me because if fogg told me i'd been killed in these exact circumstances 39 times i would absolutely lose all hope and try and beat the beast to the punch

penny has chemistry with everybodyyyyy

i'm in love with julia's pier one ass apartment

julia and q's reunion gets me so good !!!!! so bad !!!! "you smell the same" wow you guys should be friends forever for your entire lives and you WILL be!

julia calling god magic "some pretty eclectic shit" like it's a limited run pressing of a neutral milk hotel b-side

cool, useless, kind of gross

julia's destiny is to find a whole new kind of magic. do we think this happens? what is this referring to do we think?

the LOOK q gives julia after "richard gave it to me" so much immediate understanding and shit-stirring delight

it's crazy, like, not crazy but crazy that eliot stays so torn up about mike

"yeah, no, it still sounds bad."

JOSH HOBERMANNNNNNN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please i did not remember that they were all going to fillory in like fucking ren fair cosplay

MAGIC IS FOR FIXING THINGS JULIA SAYS (also "if fixing things was easy everyone would do it" because somebody needs to fucking validate quentin now and then)

despite my indignation on julia's behalf i do love the choice of isolating her from the academic environment of brakebills, i think it adds a new dimension and texture to her knowledge and understanding and engagement with the world around her and i like that so much

it's fucking crazy that q and jules just... do horomancy. like horomancy is such a big fucking thing the rest of the show and in this ep they just do it!

alice's light bending feels so much like a superpower, it's so rare that they let magic seem that magical but they let it happen there and i love that

margo hanson i love you and your gun forever

the moment jules and q step through the telephone booth always kind of gets me it's so much of what the promise of the show can be it's so lovely

#fun episode goes a lot of places #unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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ava-monstrum · 2 years ago

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LCB CH01 [4]

alright, time to get back into it

spoilers below

I think this time around I’ll scour the entire area. It didn’t occur to me that i might be missing out on some parts of the story…ah well. I’ll worry about that later.

I guess I’ll start with the bottommost path to secure a way of getting to that event.

Time for B team

Aww, Yuri isn't handling this well...

Uhh what's happening?

Ooo, Gregor's nightmare...

Uhhh, who?

hhmmm, I don't like this...

jeez, did G corp lock him up in a room?

Ahhh I see, they kept him locked up while recovering from the surgery so he could practice to use his arm as a blade.

HE WAS 15!?!?!?

mannnnn, they really just raised him to be a soldier

B-team isn't doing so hot....

But I got an absolute resonance so I hope that helps

and...three of my guys are staggered

Time to pull out the aleph egos...

That seemed to do it, but they're in shambles

gonna just try the event...

Wait....

I saw this already, and he looks worse…

Ohh interesting, So Gregor being able to regenerate his arm is unique to him, that and the side effects don't seem to affect him (though I knew that part already).

So the guy who operated on Gregor was Hermann...

Oooo, yeah this young dude is getting worse

⚠️body horror!

!!!!!

Man, we're really psychoanalyzing Gregor here...

Oop, event time.

Sure I’ll follow the sound. We’re near a checkpoint

Hmmmm

Good luck Rodion...

Thank goodness I passed

Lol Rodion is priding herself on killing someone, goodness

And she didn't take damage!

Let's see if doing another stage will unlock more story...

Gonna have to use A team though

Oh no it doesn't okay, at least I didn't miss anything though.

I wonder if I'll get more rewards though.

hmm, it didn't announce anything...so I guess I'll just move forward for now.

Awww, Yuri want's to keep Aya's mask

...and of course Outis is being mean to her for it.

Awwwe, Ishmael is helping!!! She's using her boating knowledge

Huh, Yuri joining Limbus Company....

This is too cute, I’m scared now (Rodin, she’s not in the gacha, please. If she says that she’ll join I just KNOW she’s gonna die. Please. The strings of fate are gonna wrap around her neck. I can’t-)

Awww, Yuri's smiling. Please don't die

Neat

I want the event

Awww 😢

"Yet my silly doppelgänger was still holding a silly pose with a confident look on his face."

Oh yikes, the G-corp are getting hate. Hope they don't find out about Gregor.

WHAT IS WITH YOU CALLING GREGOR BABE!? ESPECIALLY WITH YOU GROSSING OUT WITH THE BUG MUTATIONS.

Maybe she doesn’t mean anything by it, but…

My boy's not doing so great.

OH ⚠️another Boddy Horror warning

WE IN A TIME LOOP BABY!

I get Rodion's frustration, but he's trying to help.

Oh wait what's in the sky?

Oh he's asking for help...

Oh crap he was squished by a giant hand

YEP WERE MAKING A BREAK FOR IT

Faust we need a plan please

Ok she's got something

Wait never mind lol

Gregor? What's up?

Oh, he's saying we should get squished. To be honest I trust him.

#LCB CH01 #LCB CH01 [4]#limbus company spoilers #limbus company

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mars-ipan · 3 years ago

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just came out to my grandpa like. for real :)

#i never really hid it but i flat out said it while we were talking tonight #so like. the closet door was open but i only now fully walked out #and so i came out! sexuality and gender (very cursory explanations of both lmao)#and he went on this whole spiel of ‘oh you’re my granddaughter and that’s all that matters i love u and i’m proud of you always’ and i.#i almost got teary yanno. esp bc he has a lot of problems in that he is. older.#and can sometimes say things. that aren’t okay. even though he doesn’t realize it #and he’s making the effort to do better. like he’s truly trying #and i know he loves me to death #but even then to see him so fully accept and support me for something he’s not too familiar with? it made me really really happy #i knew he’d accept me. i wasn’t worried about it (that’s why i wasn’t closeted lmao)#but still it’s really heartwarming to me #now. my great uncle is another story. he’s nice but my mom’s extended family is Fucked Up And Weird #he’s a trumpie. and hoo boy do i wanna come out to him and see the carnage. i get that impulsive desire from my mother #the desire is this: argue and aggravate #not being mean to my mom here this is a feeling i have expressed to her and she has had the exact same feelings. not for being queer ofc #but towards that uncle. oh mannnnn it is so tempting to get in a big argument w/him. SO tempting #if i saw him soon idk what i’d say. i’d get myself in some hot water though lmao #he’d say i had the devil in me. hehehehe #ANYWAYS. i love my grandpa very much he’s sweet and silly and tries very hard

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tf2shit · 2 years ago

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YOOOO whattup? Welcome to the blog of tf2 shit, you can call me Demo or Tav, I rb tf2 stuff, as well as create content of my lovely tf2 ocs! Sooo

MEET THE BLUS!!

First up, Scout! The meanest (not actually) of the bunch. They’re basically your stereotypical teen lol, angry abt nothin always, mean for no reason, and is pretty petty. Though they do have a secret soft spot reserved only for Emm.

Second up is, Soldier! The obvious American lol. He’s crazy obsessed w war and his lovely boyfriend Devon, but when not around his honey, he really leans in to the strict General he’s always wanted to be.

Next is Pyro! Flames is def the second worst of the BLUs, nobody can ever read him. All I can say is his name fits him, as his anger is as strong as flames themselves.

Ohhhhh Devie! my fav lil man. One of the sweethearts among the BLUs. He’s got a big heart, a big smile, and a huge love for explosives, who loves taking care of others. In addition to his kindness, he will absolutely destroy you in the blink of an eye if he feels you’ve deserved it. Oh boy can he hold a grudge

The Heavy!! The main star if this blog! (Along w// Matéo) she’s back and nicer than ever, still bein the shy lil one she’s always been. But now with wrestling in her blood 😈

Engie!!!!! The final instalment of the kindness within the BLU team. Just like Devie however, she has a dark side, coming up with the most sinister plans for her enemies, and she will kill you if deemed necessary…

Medic… The ACTUAL worst of the BLUs. She’s cold, distant, and couldn’t care less abt anybody or anything around her. One wonders why she wanted to be a medic in the first place

The Sniper. Mystery Mann, mystery mannnnn, myyysteryyy mannnnn.

Spy. There’s only one thing you need to know abt him. He’s an A S S H O L E

Feel free to ask about em, since this is an ask blog lol, and enjoy the other content scattered around this blog lmao

RED intro, hot n ready!

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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What do you usually eat for breakfast? Scrambled eggs with spinach and cheese. And coffee, duh. When was the last time you seen your best friend? I see my mom everyday, all the time since we live together. What was the last good movie you watched? I recently rewatched Endgame and Aladdin (the new live action one), both of which are really good. Especially Endgame. Still gets me in the feels. Do you rent movies at a store or on your tv? We sometimes rent from Redbox (the red box thingies with DVDs at grocery stores. I think there’s also Bluebox, too, in some places), but usually we watch on Netflix or rent from Amazon Prime. Have you ever thought about getting Netflix? We’ve had it for years. What do you order on your sundae? I haven’t had a sundae in years, but I liked to just get vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup. I don’t care for sprinkles. Do you like whipped cream and nuts on it? I like whipped cream and some nuts in general, but I didn’t put either one on my sundaes. *shrug* I’m a simple gal.

How often does your family have cookouts? We did them a lot when I was a kid. My dad used to BBQ quite a bit during the summer and my extended family all got together for BBQs quite often as well. We haven’t done that in years, though. Does anybody in your family have cancer? My papa and one of my cousins both had skin cancer, but they’re fortunately both in remission. What is one genre of music you refuse to listen too? I don’t outright refuse any, but I don’t like techno/EDM/Clubhouse music type stuff. Who is your favorite singer? I don’t have one particular favorite. There are many artists and bands that I enjoy. What is the title of the last book you read? It’s still Burying the Honeysuckle Girls by Emily Carpenter, which has been my answer for months now. I keep meaning to start reading again, but it hasn’t happened, yet. I go through phases where I read a lot and knockout several books and then go awhile without reading at all. I love to read, so I don’t know what my issue is. Do you even read? I do, I just haven’t the last few months. Is your Bzoink account profile decorated? I don’t have one. If so, what’s the backround of? Do you drink Mcdonalds sweet tea? I used to. I haven’t had it in probably almost 10 years, though. Do you like melted cheese on your eggs? Yessss. What do you eat on your popcorn? Butter and salt are absolute musts. Also, this one theater I go to has garlic parm seasoning stuff that is SO good. What do you do on a sunny day? I don’t do anything different, I just do them while complaining about being hot and feeling miserable from the heat. I’m not a summer or outdoorsy person. Do you moisturize everyday? No, but I really should. How long does it take you to get ready for your day? If I’m going somewhere then I just fix my hair (or throw on a hat), brush my teeth, change my clothes, put on deodorant, and put on my shoes. Bam. Done. I very, very rarely bother with makeup anymore or doing anything with my hair other than braid it, put it in a pony tail, throw a hat/beanie on. Do you ever have lazy days? Everyday? But honestly, it’s more that I don’t have energy or motivation to do much of anything. I own up to the fact that I can be lazy, but that’s not the main reason. It seems like laziness on the surface, but it’s deeper than that. Is your bedroom clean right now? It’s a little cluttery right now and it’s driving me nuts. I need to find the energy and motivation to clean up a bit and get rid of some stuff. That’s my main issue with my room I just have too much stuff and not enough space for it. What is one simple word that you usually can never spell? I don’t know if it’s considered “simple”, but for some reason I can’t ever get “omnepoenia” on the first try. <<< That’s my attempt and it’s way off lol. “Onomatopoeia“ is how you spell it. I don’t know why I can’t seem to remember that. I guess maybe because it’s a word I never use except for when I’m asked this question, ha. Do you flip the pillow over for the cold side? Yeah. Do you always have to sleep with a blanket? I haven’t used a blanket most of this summer. What are some things you do before you go to bed? Listen to ASMR and do some surveys. Do you like late night phone conversations? I don’t like talking on the phone at all. Does your room have a blacklight? No. What color are your walls? White. Do you heat up your syrup when you have pancakes or do you like it cold? I just pour it right from the bottle. It doesn’t taste cold to me, but maybe that’s cause the pancakes are the warm. What do ever add anything to your pancakes/waffles? Just butter and syrup. What is your favorite candle scent? Autumnal ones. Are you on any types of medication right now? Just a pain medication. Have you ever suffered from depression? I do suffer from depression and have since I was about 12 or 13. It’s definitely been at its absolute worst these past 4 years. On average, how many surveys do you think you take a day? A lot. haha. Ya’ll already know. Does your town have flea markets? Yeah. What is your favorite sport? None. Do you like to talk on the phone? Nope. Who do you text the most? I rarely text at all, but when I do it’s with one of my parents or my brother. Are you out of school yet? I graduated college back in 2015. Are you watching anybody graduate this year? No. What are your school colors? What makes you smile more than anything? My doggo. If you could change one thing about the past, what would you change? So many things... If you could only eat one thing every single day what would it be? I’ve had a sandwich everyday for lunch for the past 3 months. Do you like spicy things? I used to be obsessed, but I can’t eat spicy foods anymore. D: Do you ever go to Starbucks? Yeah, pretty often. What is the most expensive thing you own? My laptop. What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive. How long have you had your license? I don’t have my license. What grades do you usually get? I got As and Bs. Do you swim or lay out when your at the beach? I just relax and soak it all in. I love just looking out at the ocean or closing my eyes while listening to the waves crash in. Do you ever get drunk with friends? I used to. I don’t drink anymore, though. It’s been 6 years since the last time. What was the craziest moment of your life? There’s been a few of those moments I’d say. Have you ever spent the night in a hospital? Yeah. I’ve had to stay a few months in the hospital. Is love really that hard to explain? I have a hard time really explaining it. It’s just something I know and feel, but have a hard time putting into words. Describe what your wearing tomorrow: Probably the same thing I’m wearing now, ha. Describe the weather right now. It’s currently 75 F with 12mph winds. If you were having a baby boy, what would you name him? I’m not having children. What is your favorite cuss word? I don’t have a favorite. Do you have a mannnnn? Nope. If so, what’s hiiiis name? Oh by the way, what’s yours? Stephanie. What is on your feet right now? Socks. Do you hate your feet or are they cute? I don’t like them. What does your room look like? It’s a bit cluttery right now. There’s also a lot of giraffe stuffed animals around the room, ha. Do you ever stick your leg out of the blanket when you sleep? I do that with my arms. Do you have any tattoos? Nope. Are you patient or impatient? I’m very impatient. Everybody has that one friend who really isnt there friend, who is yours? I don’t have any friends. Do you ever hang out with somebody just for a ride? No. What time do you wake up in the morning usually? Lately it’s been 10ish, sometimes 11. What is the first thing you do when you wake up? Check the time. Do you eat right away or do you have to wait awhile? No it takes like an hour for me to finally drag myself outta bed for coffee. Then I like to just drink my coffee, read my daily devotional, and check social media for awhile first before I eat. Who makes you smile, no matter what? My doggo. What do you do when your sad? So what do I do everyday: Tumblr, surveys, watch TV, watch YouTube, check social media, sleep... Reading, coloring, listening to music, and playing my Nintendo Switch get thrown into the mix sometimes as well. Where do you spend most of your time? In my room on my bed. Do you ever watch scary movies by yourself? Yeah. It’s so funny because a few short years ago I would never. Like, I wasn’t even really into scary movies because I was a big scardy cat. That changed in recent years; though, and now I love ‘em. Do you drink energy drinks? Just Starbucks Doubleshot. Describe what’s on your floor right now. A stack of some medical supplies. Do you have any pets? Yes, I have a doggo. If so, what are they doing right now? She’s sleeping on her couch. Is there anybody in the room with you? Nope. Do you like chicken snack wraps from Mcdonalds? I’ve never had one. Do you drink coffee fraps? [yuck] I like frappes, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had one. Where are you from? California. Have you ever moved? To a different city for a short time when I was a baby, but that’s it. If you mean houses, then I’ve moved like 4 or 5 times, but only once that I’m old enough to remember. What is your favorite youtube video? I have a lot. ok, 90 questions .. is that enough? Sure. Siiiiike, I foooled you - Can you take a joke? I’m not bothered by the fact there’s not 90 questions so yeah I don’t care. What is your favorite song from the 90’s? I have many. If you could meet any celeb who would it be? Alexander Skarsgard. Which celeb would you like to smack in the face? I don’t want to smack anyone. Lady Gaga : creep or badass Why would she be considered a creep? lol. Anyway, I like some of her music and she seems pretty cool. Do you have a poker face? In certain situations. Have you ever played texas hold em - If so, did you like it? I’ve never played. What do you do to pass the time when your bored? I’ve already listed recently all the things I do each day and it’s the same whether I’m bored or not. Are you ever bored or are you easily entertained? I get bored, but generally I’m content doing my usual things I do each day. Somedays; though, even those things just don’t cut it and the days seem to drag extra slow and I’m not in the mood to do anything at all. Which friend is most like you? I don’t have any friends. Do you have a lot of things hanging on your wall? I have a few things. Do you think your pretty or ugly? rate yourself 1-10. I think I’m pretty ugly. ha. Because, you know every guy is looking for a dime piece, right? Not every guy is only concerned with looks. Was you a ugly kid back then but banging now? I thought I was a cute kid until middle school. HA, I’m definitely not “banging” now. Are you a rude bitter person? I can certainly be bitter. Sometimes I do get short or snippy when I’m in my moody moods, but I wouldn’t say I’m a rude person in general. What color is your house phone? One is white and the other is black. Do you have a answering machine if so, what does it say? Yeah. It’s just one of the automated ones that was already programmed on there. How do you like your toast? Browned, but not burnt, with butter. How many candles are in the room that your in? 4. That’s a lot for someone who never lights candles lol. Does your bedroom have a computer in it? Yep, this laptop right here that I’m on. What color is the computer your using right now? It’s silver with a rose gold protective case. What is your favorite muffin? Banana (without the nut), blueberry, and lemon poppyseed.

Do you ever drink kool-aid? I did when I was a kid. Do you consider yourself healthy? No. Do you take all your vitamins daily? No. I’m supposed to... What is something you use everyday besides a bathtub etc? My laptop. How many times do you brush your teeth a day? Once. Do you think you have a pretty smile? No. Are you confident? No. Well, I am pretty confident and this survey is over :) Okay.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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tellywoodtrash · 6 years ago

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ishqbaaz 19.12.18 lb

......... okay???? this is a very jarring. he just woke up from a nightmare about his dad being murdered and is now jumping around all happily? AND NANI AND DADI (WHO BTW, HE ABANDONED AT THAT PARTY, TO LET THEM TORTURE THE UNSUSPECTING PUBLIC THERE WITH SHIVIKA'S DUMBASS ISHQBAAZI STORIES???? HE JUST LEFT WITH HIS STAFF???/) ARE STILL AWAKE????? poora ka poora khaandaan is into coke, i'm sure of it now.

man he has no fucking upper lip. that's what's sooooo off about his face since the beard is gone. the beard hid that and made his face look 40x better. now i have to look at this dumbass hair and his weird upper lip-less face and I DON'T LIKE IT.

SO HELP ME GOD IMMA TAKE A FLIGHT TO MUMBAI AND DUBAOFY HIS WHOLEASS HEAD IN A BUCKET OF ROGAINE+CASTOR OIL TO MAKE IT ALL GROW BACK.

“kitna cute hai mera PP.”

oh he looks like a peepee alright.

ugh dadi's crying again. not only is this stolen from k3g, it's also highhhhhhhhhhly annoying.

yeah well shivaay got murdered in front of this poor kid, so safe to say, you don't have the monopoly about thinking about him every day. he has to do it involuntarily too.

25 july - the date shivaay was murdered. wasn't that the date they mentioned in yest's ep for something aditi-related?

yup it's the date whatever kaand happened with her dad and he "went missing". ohhhh boy, is this another KM type scene ki her dad murdered his or something. abbe yaaaaaaaaar.

ugh what terrible acting. he's samson or what, saari shaktiyaan baal mein thi?

no srsly how old is he supp to be, he's acting like a damn childddddddd.

ugh yeh shivika puraan bandh karooooooooooooooo. they're dead and gone, let them be. TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK RIKARA ARE.

lmaooooooooooooooooo ofc. pregnancy mein poora din govinda ki picturein dekh dekh ke yeh haal hua hai ladke ka. who knew ~~dhinchakness~~ was congenital?????

nani still living her best life, getting flowers from admirers. i love her.

yeah yeah yeah we get it you’re both very caring individuals who love your family.

ugh aa gaye yeh dono. i do notttt like them. only that jr. khanna is tolerable in this bandaron ki toli. that too coz of nostalgia for the shivaay/khanna brotp.

arre bhai samajh gaye na parallels.

man she’s all kindsa hair and jawline goals.

lmao why's she randomly doing karate in the middle of this crowded park????

nice smile too.

GOD HE LOOKS SO OLD AND TIRED AND DECREPIT. WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST HIRE SOMEONE YOUNGERRRRRRRRRRR FOR THIS ROLEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!!

behen, dheere. maana superwoman ho, but don’t go hulk-tearing curtain rods off the damn wall.

shivaay ki rooh tadap rahi hogi apne bete ko aise aalsi hota dekh.

blah blah blah sooraj tabhi ugta hai jab main uthta hoon. also isn’t this scene stolen from OSO? (om shanti om, not omkara singh oberoi.)

why does she have this one rando tap in the middle of her house?

pool ka heating system??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU NEED A HEATED POOL IN FUCKING MUMBAI???????????? aur yeh pool mein nahaata hai roz????

why is there a purse in her fridge???????// matlab, dono hi pagal hain kya?

stop harassing your sister about her speech impediment, aditi. abhi woh T nahi bol sakti toh nahi bol sakti!

blah blah blah we get it you don't like bollywood. badiiiiiiiiiiiii cool ho aap.

i honestly do not understand a single thing this dumbass manager says, nor do i have any interest in what he’s saying. i’m just here watching shivaansh being fed a banana like a trained monkey in a zoo, and looking as confused as the rest of us at this bs.

khanna bal brahmachaari hai. saara jeevan sso 2.0 ki seva mein hi guzaar denge.

this is the only brotp i can somewhat support rn in this show. mild shivaay/rudra feelz. the mildest. i think i’m just desperate.

eating habits baap pe gaya hai. but outta majboori of pesha, not liking.

shivani? who shivani? jo ajmer mein chaddar chadaati hai shivaansh ke liye????? WHOOOO??????

BEHEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLELUJAHHHHHHHHHHH MERI SIBLING BOND WAALI MANOKAAMNAAYE POORI HO GAYIIIIII.

par like, shivika ki beti hai, ya rikara/ruvya ki? JO BHI HAI JALDI LAO SHOW MEIN!!!!!!!!!!

mannnnn, she's hot. like objectively so. can’t believe this trash fandom is hating on her and calling her all sortsa horrible things. die in a fire, every single one of you terrible ppl.

lol her codename in the station is "kadak chai".

baap ka phone pakadne ka style kisi tarah jhelte aa rahein the, abhi iska yeh dekho.

#DHINCHAKBAAZ. NO. NOOOOOOOOO. JUST FUCKING NO. MAIN AAG LAGA DOONGI SAB KO.

he has no male audience coz loverboy image it seems. called it, fucking callllllllllllllllled it that this is gonna go the main khiladi tu anari way. he'll wanna change his image to action hero and start shadowing her for that.

“main inke channel ke award mein nahi gaya toh inhe michmichi mach rahi hai.”

will i ever get over the face of shivaay speaking anika-ese? idk. it’s very weird and jarring.

SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME THIS COUGHING AND BISCUIT THING THEY KEEP DOING FOR KHANNA. I HONESTLY DO NOT GET IT.

oooh female commissioner boss. i like.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG WHAT IS SUPRIYA DOING IN A TRASH SHOW LIKE THIS ASDLKJGSDLKGJDLSKJ BUT OMG I LOVE HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR AND SHE'S PLAYING A STRONG FEMALE AUTHORITY FIGURE AND OMGGGGG I AM SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGGG

aditi's constant eye-rolling at every mention of shivaansh is honestly the most relatable part of this new season.

autograph for BETI. “main uski fan-wan nahi hoon.” LOL SURE MA'AM. WE’LL SEE.

dudes i am honestly soooooooooooooo excited to see supriyaaaaaaaaaaa in this showwwwww ohhhhhhhhh god CAN WE KEEP HER FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, LIKE LET'S GET RID OF DADI AND KEEP SUPRIYA AS COMMISSIONER MOM FOREVER AND EVER I NEEEEEEEEEEEEED ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHUTTTTTTTT A CHOPPER JUST KIDNAPPED SHIVAANSH TAKING THE WHOLE GAADI ITSELF.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

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prolix-yuy · 3 years ago

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Oh mannnnn, this was a fantastic prequel! I love seeing things from his perspective, how he hates that he hasn’t kissed her and hasn’t done everything he wants to do with her. And her being just inebriated enough to allow him! Ughhhh it’s incredibly hot and sexy but seeing how much he enjoys her and wants more deep down just CRUSHES me when she leaves. And it makes the next installment make so much sense - he wanted to take it to the next step, but the rejection he feels keeps them in her rules. Oh I’m so excited to see where else this goes!

two outta three - dieter bravo oneshot

summary: a prequel to three for three.

warnings: drug use and drinking, explicit sex, oral (f receiving), friends with benefits, dieter has a lot of feelings okay

a/n: shit this took me longer than I thought but HERE IT IS. there’s probably gonna be another prequel and potentially a sequel to three for three, keep your eyes out!

I am also doing taglists now, so if there’s anything you wanna be tagged in, let a girl know!

dieter tags: @prolix-yuy @supernaturalgirl @supernaturalgirl20 @nicolethered @allfoolsinluv @lola766

(main masterlist) (a03)

Dieter knows you’re drunk the moment he opens his door.

He knew you were drunk when you called him earlier asking for his address — you never call him, only text — and then again when you called and told him to let you into the building because, “the stupid doorman is giving me a hard time and doesn’t believe me that I know you! I know you, Dieter! Tell him I know you!”

You’d actually put the doorman on the phone a second later, and Dieter had stumbled his way through an explanation, confirming that he did in fact know you and yes, please send his clearly intoxicated friend upstairs.

It’s the first time you’ve been to his place. He’s been to yours a few times since you started this…whatever this is, always under the cover of night and dressed more like a homeless man than he usually is. He’s half-expecting a third phone call from you, whining that you can’t find his unit, but the loud banging on his door not five minutes after he hangs up confirms otherwise.

“Men are fucking stupid,” are the first words out of your mouth when he pulls the door open. He just barks a laugh, moving sideways and letting you in. You walk past him, stepping into his condo and immediately toeing your shoes off, shrugging out of the leather jacket you’re wearing and dropping it onto the floor. “Holy shit,” is the next statement, followed quickly by, “you fucking live here?”

He starts to laugh at your expression, makeup-smudged eyes wide as dinner plates and your jaw dropped open. Almost instinctually, he reaches for you, wanting to hug you and bury his nose in your hair or something. You look ridiculously good, knee-high socks and a tight little black skirt, some flowy top that dips low at your back, a thin strap running across your shoulders, holding it in place. It makes his mouth go dry, and Dieter clears his throat as you step out of his reach, turning on your bare heel and all but sprinting down the hallway, your head turning this way and that as you go.

He hasn’t kissed you yet, not on the mouth, and there’s something seriously wrong with that.

He knows you were out on a date with some guy you met online, a date that clearly didn’t end well if you’re showing up drunk as a skunk and crowing about how stupid men are.

It’s been a few months now, since you met on that movie set, since he nearly had you cumming in your pants in his trailer, one hand jammed between your legs and his face pressed to your throat. A week or so after, and he was plowing you into the carpet at your apartment, your ponytail wrapped around his wrist and his handprint on your ass. And it’s just snowballed from there.

He’s…enamoured by you. That’s the best word he has besides…y’know. But it’s true. He’s borderline obsessed. When he’s not with you, not inside you, he’s thinking about you, jerking himself in the shower or bathroom or bed or wherever, orgasming harder than he has since he was a teenager, your name a hoarse shout on his lips.

You’re stern with your rules. You two fuck, that’s it. There’s no cuddling or aftercare; you’re usually dressed and out the door less than five minutes after you’ve finished, or asking him if he needs you to call him an Uber. At first, he was fine with it, was okay with using you for sex, and vice versa. He liked being your fuck-buddy, liked showing up whenever he was horny, sending those stupid u up? texts at 3am only to be banging on your apartment door half an hour later.

But he still hasn’t kissed you, and he seriously needs to fucking rectify that.

He also hasn’t gone down on you, which is another problem that needs fixing.

There’s a shouted holy fucking fuck when you reach the living room and kitchen, and Dieter scoffs, padding after you, running a hand through his hair. When he reaches the end of the hallway, he finds you stood between the living room and kitchen, your hands pressed against the gigantic glass window that makes up the far wall. The view is admittedly pretty spectacular, and Dieter can’t help himself from cocking his head to the side, eyes glued to the delicious curve of your ass as you admire the city sprawled below you, one knee bent and your hip jutting to the side.

“Why didn’t you tell me you lived in a fucking palace?” you call, and he seats himself on the back of the couch as you give up on the view, moving to the kitchen, immediately starting to rifle through cupboards, poking your nose in the fridge and pulling out two cans of spiked cherry seltzer. You’d given him shit when he admitted to liking the drink, and you crack both cans open with your nail, chugging half of your own while sliding the other across the island countertop towards him.

Dieter pushes himself off the couch, crossing to the kitchen, leaning his elbows on the counter. “You never asked.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and taking another large sip of your drink. “I live in a shoebox compared to this.”

“Your place is nice,” Dieter counters, tracing the rim of his can with his thumb. “I like it there.” And it’s true, he does. Because it smells like you and you’re messy as hell and he finds it so endearing it’s like someone punched him in the gut.

“You like my stocked fridge and fuzzy blankets,” you shoot back, and he laughs. You’re right; he’s tried to steal the super soft blanket on the back of your couch more than once now, snagging it while you’re shooing him out the door. “I can’t believe you live here.” Your eyes dart around, bringing your drink to you lips. He can’t stop staring at your mouth. “Where’s your Oscar?”

Dieter juts a thumb over his shoulder, and your eyes follow. “Beside the TV.”

You smirk. “I half-expected a shrine, I’m not gonna lie.” Your eyes dart around again. “Although, I also expected some kind of drug-filled man cave.”

“Open the drawer to your left,” he tells you, and your brow raises as you reach for the drawer, yanking it open.

“Holy shit.”

He just laughs; the drawer is filled with all kinds of drug paraphernalia, pipes and rolling papers and lighters and a grinder. He watches you pull the rolling papers and a lighter out, setting them on the counter before nudging the drawer shut with your hip.

“So,” he starts after you’ve been quiet for a moment, “you gonna tell me why men are so fucking stupid?”

“Ugh,” you groan loudly, tipping your head back on your shoulders. “He was awful, Dieter. He didn’t look anything like his pictures, and he only talked about himself, and then tried to mansplain fucking wine pairings to me? I couldn’t do it. I left before the entrees arrived.”

“That bad, huh?” he asks.

“Terrible. Like, we couldn’t talk to each other. It had been okay on the app, but in person, it was like pulling teeth! He couldn’t carry a conversation if someone handed it to him. Honestly, like, when you and I talk, there’s banter, right? We give as good as we get and it’s nice, and you don’t try to explain things to me like I’m six years old.”

You keep talking, and Dieter’s listening, he really is, but he’s also still staring at your mouth. You’re wearing lipstick, a rosy shade of pink that makes your lips look fuller. He’s also distracted by the fact that you’re comparing your connection with him to the lacklustre date you had, that you’re admitting you two have something good between you. Doesn’t that mean you’d be good together? If he could get his head out of his ass and you could let up on your rules, maybe things could be…

“And then I met up with Michelle at that bar on the corner. You know that place with the stupid hipster lights and the neon sign? The bartender makes a good fucking gin and tonic, let me tell you.”

Dieter rolls his eyes, walking around the counter to discard his now empty can and swiping yours from you, tossing them in the bin under the sink. Hands free, you start toying with the lighter you’d pulled out of the drawer.

“Hey, Dieter?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m hungry.”

He leans against the counter opposite the island, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you want?” he asks. “Could order something, if you want.”

You purse your lips, cocking your head to the side. “Roll me a joint first and let my high brain decide,” you say, grinning like the devil at him, flicking the lighter.

“You sure?” he asks, brow furrowing slightly. He knows you don’t do a lot of drugs, you were clear about that much. You’d mostly drank together, smoked a bit of weed with some other people from the movie set one night, but you’d only had one or two puffs.

“I’m sure,” you say, your voice firm, and he just nods, mumbling an okay, as he opens another drawer, fishing through a few medicine bottles (some filled with actual medicine, some not) before picking the right one and reaching for the rolling papers on the counter.

Ten minutes later, you’re stood on his balcony, wrapped in the olive robe he’d discarded on the couch earlier, your knees knocking together as you pass the joint back and forth. There’s an imprint of your lipstick around the end, and it’s doing something to him, no doubt spurred on by the smoke in his lungs, the way your fingers linger on his when you pass him the joint, and the way you keep licking your lips after you take a hit. The smoke wanders around your face, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Dieter’s committing the image to memory, feeling that deep-set inspiration to paint, to bring it to life on a canvas as some point.

He can see your body relax, mindless conversation passed between the two of you as you smoke. You lean your head on his shoulder after a while, humming a tune under your breath that he doesn’t recognize. The joint is down to the barebones now, an amber roach that flares when you bring it to your lips. Dieter watches, his own lips parted as you inhale again, but it’s too small, and you yelp, dropping the thing. Both of you just stare as it goes over the balcony railing, disappearing into the night below.

You press a finger across your lips, your brow furrowing. “Ouch.”

“Let me see,” Dieter says, reaching for your forearm and turning you to face him. You shake your head, your eyes shining and he stifles a laugh. “Baby, let me see.”

You let out a high-pitched groan when he pulls at your wrist, yanking your hand from your face. Most of your lipstick is gone now, smeared on your finger or the now lost joint, and he can see a bit of redness on your lower lip. Softly, he cups your cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly over your lip, and you make a quiet noise that goes straight to his cock. Fuck.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice quiet, husky. He can already feel himself stirring between his legs, blood rushing and his lack of underwear doing nothing to hide it. You’re staring at his mouth, and you shake your head ever. so. slowly, your movements dragging as your mouth moves under his grip.

“Kiss it better,” you whisper, and it’s so quiet that he’s not sure he heard you correctly.

“What?”

“Kiss it better, Dieter,” you say again, leaning forward slightly.

He can’t stop himself then, more than happy to oblige you. The hand at your cheek slides back to curl around the back of your head, and he’s tilting your head back, closing what little distance is left between you now and lowering his mouth to yours. It’s soft, at first, testing, making sure your lip doesn’t actually hurt anymore.

You make another one of those little noises again, somewhere between a sigh and a gasp, and he’s completely hard now, feeling your hips slide towards his as he kisses you deeper, tongue sliding past your lips. You taste like gin and weed and cherry seltzer, and there’s something underneath it all that’s distinctly you that has him groaning deep in his chest. Your tongue tangles with his, your arms sliding around his middle and locking at his back.

Dieter keeps kissing you, keeps moving his head to find the best angles, kissing your bottom lip and then your top one, sinking his teeth into your flesh until you whine. He could kiss you for a million years, he decides right then and there, high off the weed and absolutely drunk off the taste of you.

“What do you want now?” he asks against your mouth, dragging his lips across yours, his other hand moving down to slide beneath his robe, settling on your bare back where your shirt doesn’t cover your skin. “Huh, baby? Tell me. Fuck.” He leans in to kiss you again, but you turn your head to the side, pulling back so his mouth falls to your jaw instead. But he doesn’t let up, nipping at your skin and moving down your throat.

“I want…” you start, but trail off, a squeal of a laugh echoing through his ears when he scrapes his chin against your collar.

“What do you want, pretty baby?” he asks against your pulse. “C’mon, I wanna know. Do you wanna have sex with me? Wanna make you feel good.”

“I want…” you start again, inhaling deeply, turning to putty in his grip. “I want…I want apple juice.”

His mouth is at your neck, and he freezes, tongue halfway between his lips, fingers twitching in your hair. “What?”

“Apple juice,” you repeat, tapping your fingers against his back. “I saw some in your fridge.”

Dieter just starts to laugh. It’s a drunk laugh, an intoxicated one, his mind hazy from the weed, but you’re clear as anything. You want apple juice, he’s gonna get you some apple juice. And he’s still chuckling as he pushes open the balcony door and leads you inside, holding onto the front of the robe and pulling you back towards the kitchen.

You bounce excitedly on your toes, your hands wrapped in the too-long sleeve of the robe covering your mouth. Your eyes are bloodshot now, pupils wide as anything and shining like stars, your makeup a little more smudged than it was when you arrived.

Dieter’s still chuckling under his breath when he opens the fridge, reaching for the carton of apple juice you’re after. He sets it on the counter, turning to get a glass, but before he can, you swipe it and twist open the lid, tilting your head back and gulping the whole thing down in one go. He just watches, a giant fucking grin on his face, watching your throat move, and you’re watching him right back, eyes stuck on his. He can’t stop laughing, and once you finish, letting out a wet gasp and tossing the empty carton onto the counter, he grabs you, crowding you against the island, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you again.

He’s addicted, already, to kissing you. You’re so much more relaxed now, and he can feel you smiling against his mouth. He can’t stop tasting you, revelling in how fucking soft your lips are and how if he tightens his fingers in your hair just enough, you make one of those little noises. He wants to eat them.

“Baby,” he rasps against your mouth. Your hands have started wandering, sliding under his t-shirt, roaming his chest and stomach, moving steadily down towards his hips. You make a questioning noise, a high-pitched sound he reads like a what? and moves his mouth to your neck, pawing at the front of your shirt, pushing the flimsy material to the side until he can make out the curve of your breast. Your head tips back on your shoulders, one hand moving to his hair. “Can I eat your pussy please?”

He almost doesn’t recognize his own voice, and he moves his hand down, down, down, fingers touching the edge of the sock wrapped around your thigh. His middle finger dips beneath it, feeling your cool skin pebble at his touch. Then he drags his hand back up, up, up, dragging his knuckles along the inside of your thigh, bunching your skirt around his wrist until he can slide his hand under the elastic of your underwear, three fingers sliding against your pussy. He groans against your neck when he feels how wet you are, knees knocking wide to give him better access.

“Please, baby,” he says again, starting to sink to his knees, kissing down your front, pulling at the fabric of your shirt with his teeth. “Pretty, pretty please.”

When he looks up at you, you’re nodding furiously, one hand still in his hair. Without missing a beat, he slides his other hand under your skirt, pulling his fingers from your pussy to yank your underwear down. Your skirt gets shoved up, and he sinks to his knees completely, untangling your underwear from your feet, and then curling a hand around your calf, lifting it up and setting it on his shoulder.

“Pretty fucking thing,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek against your knee. He can smell you, that sweet, musky scent that has his mouth watering. “Look at you, with your fucking knee socks and your big beautiful eyes. What the fuck…where the fuck did you come from, huh?”

With every word, he inches a little higher up your leg, biting at the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue along your skin. “Dieter, please,” you groan out, trying to push his head closer. There’s a whine to your voice, a desperation, and he can’t hold back anymore. He rises up slightly, hand moving up your thigh to push your leg wider. You’re dripping, and all manner of sounds start to fall out of you when his mouth meets your pussy, tongue diving into your folds, sucking at your clit and digging his fingers into your thigh. Oh fucking hell, the sounds you’re making.

He’s been hard since he kissed you on the balcony, and it’s only getting worse. He can’t stop himself from shoving the hand not around your leg into his sweats, wrapping his fingers around his cock, moaning into you.

You’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, hands down. He wants to devour you, wants to die a happy death with his face buried between your legs. He doesn’t know how he’s made it this far without eating you out, without tasting the fucking euphoria that lies between your thighs.

“Dieter,” you moan out after a moment, and you pull at his hair lightly. “Dieter, I need your cock.”

“Nuh-uh,” he replies, shaking his head, diving in for another lick, dropping his chin and letting his tongue slide right inside you. It makes you keen, chest lifting as you gasp for air, white-knuckling his hair so hard it should hurt, but he’s too preoccupied with your pleasure to notice. “Not yet.”

Another few swipes of his tongue, and you’re cumming. It takes you by surprise, judging by the Dieter, f-fuck, D, I’m gonna, oh my god, fuuuuuuuuuuuck that falls out of you. He licks you through it, collecting your release on his tongue, groaning at the way your taste changes slightly.

You’re more addictive than any drug he’s ever tried.

Things seem to blur slightly, and he’s grabbing you up into his arms, hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you towards his bedroom. You’re squealing with laughter, kicking your legs and smacking his ass.

He sets you on your feet in front of his bed and pushes his robe off your shoulders. You cross your arms, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it off while he pushes your skirt down your hips. That’s when he sees it, the little flash of black ink on your skin. Your bra hits the floor, and Dieter pushes you back, grinning when you sprawl back on his sheets.

He yanks his t-shirt over his head, shoves his sweatpants down his legs, and joins you on the bed. Dieter crawls up your body, leaving little bites as he goes, and laves his tongue over the tattoo at your waist. He hasn’t seen it before — he hasn’t seen you completely naked before — and it’s another thing to get addicted to. He traces the little heart with his finger, swiping his saliva from the black ink and your hips lift, trying to get closer to him.

“I’ve been missing out,” he murmurs, tilting his face to look at you, moving one hand up your body to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You moan and he drops his face to suck at your clit lightly, one of your hands in his hair yet again. You tug, and this time, he obeys, lifting back up and moving over you further. “This is a much nicer view.”

His mouth closes around your nipple a moment later, and your gasp is music to his ears. He reaches down to push your knees apart, settling his body between them. His tongue swirls around your bud, feeling the skin grow taut with his attention. You moan his name again, back arching and legs spreading wider. “Please.”

“You want my cock, baby?” he asks, pulling his mouth from your nipple long enough to say the words. “You want me to fuck you while I suck on these perfect tits, hmm? God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

He’s only fucked you from behind, up until now. It’s all been frantic, hurried sex, clothes barely discarded and your face always just beyond his reach. But this? Holy fucking shit, this is something else entirely. Like this, he can scrape his teeth against your nipple while he pushes his hips against yours. Like this, he can drag the tip of his cock through your dripping folds and watch your eyes roll back. Like this, he can watch your jaw drop when he pushes into you, sinking into the deepest fucking part of you as his whole body shudders with it.

He gives your nipples equal attention, savouring the taste and feel of them against his tongue. You make more of those little fucking noises, and each one feels like an electric shock down his spine. He knows he’s not gonna last long, but damn it all if he isn’t gonna make you cum again before he does.

The weed has definitely made you more pliant than he’s used to, and he watches your hands curl in the sheets when he leans up on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his cock over and over. “God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he grits out, tightening his grip on your hips. He brings one hand to his mouth, sucks on his fingers for moment before dropping them to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you gasping his name, cursing and groaning and your back arching up off the bed. “Yeah? You gonna cum on this cock, pretty baby? I want to feel you cum. Do it.”

It doesn’t take much more than that, and he feels you seize, your pussy clenching tighter than sin around him. It pulls his own orgasm out of him, and he grabs your hips again, buckling in half and planting his forehead in the middle of your chest as he cums, spurting white hot inside you.

You hum happily, and when he lifts his head again, your eyes are closed, hair sprawled on the pillow. It’s like he can see you drift off, your lips parting gently and your body settling deeper into the blankets. After a few moments, Dieter pulls out of you and rolls off, heading for the bathroom. He cleans himself off, wets a cloth with warm water, and then returns to the bedroom, cleaning you up as gently and thoroughly as he can. You barely move as he does it, making a content little noise. He yanks at the sheets, pulling them over you, and as soon as he lies back, you sling your arm over his middle, hand resting on his hip, and pull yourself closer to him, planting your head on his chest.

Dieter lies there for a moment, realizing that this is breaking all your rules. He lays there for a while, thinking that he should go sleep in the guest room down the hall, or on the couch in the living room. You’re not gonna be happy about the accidental sleepover, he knows, but he doesn’t have the heart to wake you. To his credit, he does try to move, to slip out of your grasp, but as soon as he moves, you flinch hard, nails digging into his side. You make another little noise, this one tiny and sad and desperate, and he finds he can’t move a muscle. Getting out of this bed would be the worst mistake of his life.

And so, Dieter puts his arm around your shoulders, presses his cheek to the top of your head, and falls asleep himself.

Your eyes flash open.

Where the…?

You’re curled on your side, a warm body behind you, a heavy arm slung over your stomach and a warm chest pressed to your back. You look down, noting your completely naked body beneath the sheets, and the familiar black triangle tattooed on the arm wrapped around you.

Memories of the night before flood back as you rouse. The joint on the balcony. Kissing Dieter. His face buried between your legs in his kitchen. The absolutely devastatingly perfect way he’d fucked you in his bed.

And then you fell asleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mouth. It takes nearly five minutes for you to peel yourself out from under his arm, making sure he stays asleep as you slip out from beneath the covers. He’s dead to the world, his mouth wide open and his face smushed into the pillow. It’s so cute it makes your chest ache, but you’re already at war with yourself. Him being cute isn’t fucking helping. This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re not supposed to spend the night. You’re not supposed to cuddle. You’re not supposed to fall asleep in his bed. That’s not how this works.

You also probably shouldn’t show up at his apartment drunk off your ass after a shitty date, but that’s a problem for another day.

You get dressed quickly, and while you know it’s a bad idea, you reach for Dieter’s t-shirt, pulling it over your head before padding as silently as you can out of his room, down the hall to the front door, and out into the morning.

Dieter wakes up alone.

There’s a you-shaped dent in his mattress, the pillow still flattened from your head, and the whole bed smells like you. The whole apartment smells like you, he’s sure, and he can’t help the pang in his heart. Slowly, he gets out of bed, pulls his sweats and robe back on, and pads into the kitchen. The empty carton of apple juice still sits on the countertop, and he curls his fingers around it with a sigh.

You’re gone. And fuck, it makes him so sad.

It’s a few weeks, before he hears from you again. There’s a semi-apologetic text, telling him that you’re sorry for disappearing, but you had a family emergency and didn’t want to wake him. He thinks it’s a lie, but he appreciates the effort, at least.

As far as seeing you again, he actually runs into you. Almost literally. He’s walking down the street, on his way to meet his weed dealer, when he spots you sitting in a cafe by the window. He knocks on the glass, and the surprise in your eyes when you see it’s him makes him smile.

He joins you inside, both of you ordering food and catching up over coffee. He congratulates you on your movie being nominated, and you do the same for him, smiling as you say it. Fuck, he’s missed that smile.

But he doesn’t want to get hurt. He’s not that much of a fool, and he knows he has to hold you at arm’s length right now. For his own sake.

“So, will I see you there?” he asks, poking at his food with his fork. “In L.A.?”

“You just might,” you say with a smirk. “Maybe they’ll seat us together.”

“I was thinking more like…after the ceremony,” he says, dropping his voice lower. “Will I see you naked?”

“Dieter.”

#prolix fic rec #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x fem!reader #the bubble fic

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clemwasjustagirl · 7 years ago

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Writing Tag

I was tagged by @linkslipssinkships for this writing tag thingamajig. So when I haven’t actually written and I’ve just talked about myself, y’all should blame her ;)

Post-doing this note: If you’re a writer and see this, you should totally do it. I don’t often spend time being particularly thoughtful about why I write what I write.

1. How long have you been writing? Did you dive in or did it take awhile?

I dove in pretty hard just over a year ago into the rhink fandom stuff. I’ve been writing stuff that only I ever saw for a very long time before that. I also studied writing in college.

2. What’s your favorite genre? (for writing or reading). Is there anything in particular that draws you to it?

I really like reading dystopian fiction. I fell in love with Margaret Atwood’s books in high school (a decade ago…) and have since been pretty obsessed with reading and writing stories about women. Which has made the whole almost exclusively writing men thing sort of weird for me. My writing (when I do it, I haven’t been good about it) that’s not about rhink is about women.

3. How many projects do you have currently? Are they connected or do they stand apart from each other?

Oh gosh. So many. I’m still working on Do You Wish It Was Me and True Blue. I have at least one outstanding almost-written one shot. @mythicalseries and I are GOING TO work on A Country of Two, and I have so so many other things I’m constantly wishing I could write. Alllllll the plot bunnies.

Also one book(?) idea I’ve done some work on that’s not related to a fandom.

4. Do you have a favorite “type” of main character to write with?

copy/paste that answer about writing women from above, I guess. When it comes to writing rhink, I find myself connecting more with pining!Rhett than with Link for whatever reason. I think it has something to do with his personality seeming less like myself. Link seems like a very complicated person, and after all this time I’m still not sure I’ve ever nailed him.

5. What kind of scenes do you enjoy writing most? Do you find them harder or easier to write?

Fights! They’re both hard and easy, I guess, in that I almost always start writing a fight scene with an idea of how the two characters will handle it. They also leave a lot of room for all kinds of feels.

6. What comes first when you first start: characters, world, or plot? A combination? Or are they a package deal?

I haven’t written a lot of rhink AU, but when I have, it’s been the characters that came to me first. I think that’s mostly true in writing non-rhink, but my project right now was very much a world that came to me. Still working through what the plot looks like, and it’s a little scary.

7. How much do you know about the worlds you create? Do you plan everything down to the finest detail or make it up on the fly as it becomes relevant?

I do a great deal of making things up on the fly, but, especially when I write rhink, I research pretty extensively. “What’s that building they’re standing in front of?” has turned into searching for decades-old property records for me. Especially with True Blue.

8. What kind of characters do you usually have front and center? Humans? Elves? Aliens? Dragons? Dogs? Sentient trees?

Just humans for now. And for the foreseeable future.

9. If you could pick one OC to drag out into the real world with you, who would you pick and why?

I don’t think he counts, but definitely Link from Comin’ On Strong. Mannnnn he was hot and he would be so much fun to go to bars with.

10. What is your current project? Tell us about it.

Do You Wish It Was Me and True Blue are my focus right now.

11. Do you have a writing group or community? Any place you go to plot or share ideas?

@linkslipssinkships and @mythicalseries! If I have an idea about True Blue lately, LLSS has been forced to hear it. It was sooo much fun brainstorming ideas in person with MS! <3

12. Do you have a favorite OC? Like, someone you have to give some happy ending or that you dislike being mean to?

I tend to write a lot of stuff trying to make it realistic, so I don’t have many OCs… I guess I’d have to say Beverly, from my fic Freedom to Stay. She was really into Rhett, but she knew Rhett needed a chance to see what would happen with Link. That’s actually one of my favorite fics I’ve written.

13. Do you write in short bursts or sit and type out a lot? Do you think your method helps or are you just happy to even get words down?

It really depends. There have been some days where I sit down and write most of a fic and times when I add a few words and walk away. Anything in between. I think not having a method certainly doesn’t work, because getting words down is a big thing for me these days.

14. Do you have a project that you just abandoned, or one that you put on the back burner because you wanted to wait until you’d cultivated your skills more?

True Blue, I guess. Not put it on the backburner to get better so much as to make sure when I’m writing it I do it how I want it. That fic is my baby, and I liked how the first couple chapters turned out, and now I’m terrified to add things to it and screw it up.

15. What is your favorite character trope? Do you use it in your own writing?

Pining, for sure. Especially for rhink fics. I don’t know that I’ve written any fics that don’t have some level of pining in them. For the person the character doesn’t have or for more certainty with them or for more of a commitment. Writing rhink really brings that out in me.

16. Any writers/authors you look up to or who have influenced your writing style?

I certainly hope so. Without any insinuation that my writing is *anything* like theirs, I’ll say that I love authors like Margaret Atwood and Kurt Vonnegut who can say a whole lot in a very small number of words. My favorite comments ever are about one word saying a lot.

17. Do you find it more difficult to write short stories or novels?

I love writing short things, for the same reason as above. I’ve never written a novel, but I think the length and the extension of long plots would inherently make them more difficult.

18. Have you ever imagined your ideal cover art for your writing? What does it look like?

Not really! I’m someone who deeply appreciates the visual arts but has a very limited ability to create any. Anatomical hearts, perhaps, for much of it.

19. What style of writing do you like reading or writing more? Simple and to the point? Descriptive and prosey?

Yes to both? Simple and to the point that is also descriptive and prosey is the ultimate challenge and the most beautiful when done right.

20. Would you rather see your story produced as a film, mini series, or musical/play?

The way TV is going lately, give me a mini series any day.

#writing tag #about me #linkslipssinkships #this was fun!

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drunkenvigors · 6 years ago

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These are kinda therapeutic for me (I’m going to skip some of them cause there’s a lot though!) sorry if you somehow know me irl and see this

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I would love to be at least 5’6

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) I already have my dream pets and I love them with my entire being

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? No I switch between so many I never look the same lmao

4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Don’t make me answer this it’s too hard to think of, nextttt.

5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: 8:30pm (my fave time of day), mashed potatoes, and the rest of my brain goes into oblivion idk

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? I care too much or not at all there’s no inbetween beware I could scare u off or piss u off take ur pick

9: Are you ticklish? Everywhere on me is ticklish unfortunately but you can get a free pass to tickle me for 1min if I think you’re cute, otherwise take ya hands off the merchandise stupid bitch.

10: Are you allergic to anything? Being social

11: What’s your sexuality? I am pansexual but due to being bullied about it I tell everyone I’m Bi.

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? This is a choice nobody should have to make.

13: Are you a cat or dog person? I am a regular person that loves them both

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Short enough to pass as an elf so why not 🧝‍♀️

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? David Dobrik, hes entertainment for when I’m eating snacks

16: How tall are you? Mind ya business.. 5feet...

17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Tee, that’s what I go by anyways so considered it changed

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes and no.

20: Do you like space or the ocean more? How about neither because they’re big cluster fucks of the unknown and that in itself is terrifying

22: Pet peeves? Letting me get attached and talking to me then leaving me hanging without any fucking explanation like um lmao you suck

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? I’m nocturnal for sure

24: Favorite constellation? Dis pussy

25: Favorite star? Ur moms pussy

26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? This sounds sexual

27: Any phobias or fears? Too many dots/holes in the same area, I’ll actually vomit.

28: Do you think global warming is real? OBVIOUSLY

29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Eeeehhhh I guess. I believe in a lot of different theories that I’ve thought of myself, I don’t care what other people think about these things because I’d like to stay true to my own thoughts.

30: Favorite movie? Spirited Away

31: Do you get scared easily? Not really

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Too much math brb

34: What is a color that calms you? Red yay

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? ... don’t make me say it because I won’t

36: Where were you born? In a Jesus piece praise

37: What is your eye color? Poop

38: Introvert or extrovert? Both depending on the day

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yea & if you don’t we probably won’t get along very well

40: Hugs or kisses? I’m definitely a hugger

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? There’s a very kind soul I’m dying to meet

42: Who is someone you love deeply? Tiger (my cat)

43: Any piercings you want? My bridge

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? This is hilarious if you’ve never seen me before

45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? No smh are u kidding me that shits for the birds ya’heard weed will kill ya ;’(

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Godddd fucking DAMN he is so nice to me. Better than the stupid fuck people I tried to take care of around my area. These circumstances really suck.

47: What is a sound you really hate? There’s a couple people in mind that when they talk I would love to just shove a sock down their throat

48: A sound you really love? A skateboard on the pavement

49: Can you do a backflip? Fuk off maybe I’ll try to after doing this post

50: Can you do the splits? Used to

51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Myself when I need to get out of certain situations due to excessive anxiety but not wanting to show my real emotions, you feel?

53: How are you feeling right now? Would be better if I wasn’t here rn

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Exactly how it is

55: When did you feel happiest? When I get attention from the person I want it from, stupid romantic bullshit that doesn’t even matter

56: Something that calms you down? Probably my sister because we can laugh anything off together and I mean ANYTHING

57: Have any mental disorders? I can’t count them all on one hand

58: What does your URL mean? It’s from a hopsin song and Bioshock infinite. Good luck figuring it out

59: What three words describe you the most? Confusing, loud, quiet, and I’ll add one more, contradiction

60: Do you believe in evolution? Well.. how do you think we’re humans rn, we came from monkeys or whatever

61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they post stupid ads or things that’ll try to pursue you into doing something

62: What makes you follow a blog? If it fits my aesthetic

63: Favorite kind of person: funny

64: Favorite animal(s): 🐨

66: Favorite emoticon: 🖤

67: Favorite meme: disgusteng

69: What is your star sign? TAURUS BAAAABYYYY 😍

70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No but I can so wassup dâddÿ

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? I have too many to pick

72: Post a selfie or two? How about no because I’m ugly lmao tf

73: Do you have platform shoes? NO I SHOULD GET SOME TBH

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I’ve pissed myself while drunk too many times to count, do as you wish with this information because I find it hilarious & I’m glad I don’t have an alcohol problem anymore lol

75: Can you do a front flip? Actually, yes, yes I can

76: Do you like birds? Don’t hate me for this but no I really don’t

77: Do you like to swim? Yessss

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Ice skating

79: Something you wish didn’t exist: trump

80: Some thing you wish did exist: a green sky and a purple moon

81: Piercings you have? Lip, nose, ears, nipple (yes only one of them lmao)

82: Something you really enjoy doing: sucking my own dick for attention

83: Favorite person to talk to: myself in the mirror

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Idk I was so young when I made this blog I can’t recall

85: How many followers do you have? Idk does it even matter

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I smoke far too many cigarettes for that

87: Do your socks always match? Never

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No wtf you thought I was fit? Nexxxttt

89: What are your birthstones? Emerald

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Koala

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Lillies, sunflowers, or buttercup flowers

92: A store you hate? Aerocrombie or however you fuckin spell it

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 6 or 7

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Read minds but I would probably end up killing myself knowing all the bad things people think of me

95: Do you like to wear camo? Sometimes

96: Winter or summer? Summer

97: How long can you hold your breath for? 326183621

98: Least favorite person? Andrew lol fuck you.

99: Someone you look up to: my homies that have passed away, I look up to them every day

100: A store you love? I like to order things

101: Favorite type of shoes? VANS

102: Where do you live? Doesn’t matter smh

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Nnnooo

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Shiet

105: Do you drink milk? Milk drinks me glug glug bitch

106: Do you like bugs? NAH

107: Do you like spiders? NEGATIVE

108: Something you get paranoid about? Crack

109: Can you draw: if I try

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Mannnnn idk

111: A question you hate being asked? Anything about my dead homies makes me at least a little uncomfortable

112: Ever been bitten by a spider? No

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Obviously

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny but not burning hot sunny u feel me

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: who told u this information

THIS IS LONG

120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruit salad perhaps

121: Something you want to do right now: Get tf out of here

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky for sure

123: Sweet or sour foods? I eat sweets to confuse the demons inhabiting this body

124: Bright or dim lights? Dimmadomedim

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Bitch u really thought dragons aren’t real

126: Something you hate about Tumblr: everyone is so sensitive bro then y’all gang up and bully someone for something so small & meaningless as if you have nothing better to do with yourselves

127: Something you love about Tumblr: nobody really knows me here & if you do then hey hi wassup I trust you 🖤

128: What do you think about the least? Sheesh I have adhd next question please

129: What would you want written on your tombstone? She was a bitch but she was a lit bitch

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Fuck violence

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My mind

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Ehhhhh on occasion

133: Computer or TV? Tv

134: Do you like roller coasters? Naaah son

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? No

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed thank god

137: Do you believe in karma? HAH YES, she been slacking though💀👀

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 3 tbh

139: What nicknames do you have/have had? People used to call me gauges and I am so glad that stage is over

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Oh, you mean schizophrenia because yes

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? For years, then I dipped out because I know I can’t be cured from mental instability

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Bad bad baaaad yikes

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving

144: What makes you angry? When people play with me or attention seeking people, I really hate some of y’all cry baby asses fr

145: How many languages do you speak fluently? one sadly

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? All of the above

147: Are you androgynous? Have you seen me because lmao

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: I can’t even pick one because I genuinely hate myself and how I look

149: Favorite thing about your personality: my what now 💀

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person: Jeremy McKinnon I want to tell him thank you. That’s it I guess

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Um probably none

152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Oooooofff I used to years ago but shit I’m over it now

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] my what

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? NO I AM NOT THE MOM FRIEND

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Not unless you’re my actual partner and even then I don’t really like to

156: What embarrasses you? Being outside

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: speaking/existing

158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I love you

159: How many people are you following? Idk prob a lot

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’ve had this since I was 12 or something I really don’t know

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? IDFKKK

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? WHAT

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mercurymaplekey-blog · 8 years ago

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I give you Dinobot, Depth Charge, and Blackarachnia.

Okay!

Dinobot:

Dinobot’s raptor form is like, undeniably cute imo. Like, he’s just such a cute little raptor, did you see the time he was sleeping all curled up? Adorable! In robot mode, he’s really Big, and I can appreciate that, and I also like his little hook nose, but his mouth... His mouth looks like the inside of a pincushion feels and not in any desirable way. Overall, like I get why people are into him, but he’s just kinda... idk, plain to me personally. Love him to bits tho, but we’re talking pure attractiveness here.

Depth Charge:

OH BOY I LOVE FISH. He’s just... he’s just fucking hot okay? Have you seen that fish? I have. I look at him every chance I get. I could get into details here, but quite frankly if I do it’s gonna get real fucking gay real fast, I really love this fish, his frame, his voice, his copious amounts of attitude, everything. What do you think he was like before Rampage effectively sucked out his soul leaving him an angry obsessed shell of his former self? I bet he was fucking incredible.

Blackarachnia:

Blackarachnia is just hot. Like. She’s beautiful. I really love her golden face and empty eyes in her first form because she reminds me of like an ancient egyptian pharoah or something (or the way they might have sculpted them at least) and like, accurate. She’s a queen. Also I like her voice a lot, like it’s kind of squeaky but it just works so well, and she’s so commanding. I’m actually really partial to her transmetal form because you can CLEARLY see the inspiration for tfa Blackarachnia from it, and she’s the first one I was introduced to! Also I just really like the colour scheme there. And all the legs. Mannnnn transmetals are nice.

#meme stuff #darksidekelz

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tiffie44 · 8 years ago

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I was casually enjoying my lunch at school today when I got an email about this post from @florantinademoi and she taGGED ME LIKE LINDA oh my god i love you but !!!!!!!!! so now that I’m home we may begin.

Name: Tiffanie

Nickname: Tiff, Tiffie, Taf, and Flaff come to mind. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Zodiac Sign: Aries. ♈

Height: oh shoot I have no clue. I’m about 5′5″ ???

Orientation: Heterosexual (◡‿◡✿)

Ethnicity: Chinese (I’m sorry if that’s a nationality though!)

Fave Season: honestly I need to reevaluate my life choices this answer because I kid you not every time the seasons change I go, “oh my god I love this season it’s so magical it’s my favourite” (my last fave was winter but spring ...)

Fave Books: To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Maas and the Chaos Walking Trilogy by Patrick Ness are good reads too.) Fave scent: The smell of cookies baking is heavenly.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: Tea is so great <3 hot cocoa fuels the child in me on any day too.

Average Sleep Hours: 6-7 hours. -u-

Cats or Dogs: Dogs are so cute mannnnn.

Number of Blankets: 2!

Number of Followers: 83 absolutely stunning people follow me and I’m so grateful what even, I better get my queue back on, hehe.

here @istoppedandsmiled and @vivithebananas havE FUN.

#tag #linda stop making me smile i was casually reading Hebrew at lunch #god i love you all #text post #hey look it's some of my personality on my blog for once

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chelseyroseblog · 7 years ago

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WORKING THROUGH MY FIRST PANIC ATTACK

APRIL 19, 2018

Mannnnn oh mannn you guys.

This is something that I definitely never thought I'd be writing about. I honestly didn't know if I was going to be able to write about it at all because the thought of it would start to speed up my heart rate but it's been about a week now since it happened and I think I'm feeling better...or at least good enough to talk about it. HA, we'll see if I can get through this post....

So have any of you ever had a panic attack before?

I never had. I've had anxiety here and there but not to the point where it was debilitating. Panic attacks and anxiety attacks are apparently different so to jump from having a little anxiety every now and then to having a full blown panic attack was terrifying.

So as a lot of you know - over the last few months, my schedule has been really insane. Waking up at 5:30 am 5-6 days out of the week, working late nights anywhere from 3-5 nights a week and then going to school, working out, and health coaching in between.

MAY 3, 2018

Haha, sooo apparently I wasn't ready to write about it. I got that far before I started to feel my chest getting tight and I had to get out of the house. Since my panic attack happened while I was home alone, I couldn't STAND to be home alone. It happened at night though so I thought I could deal with being alone in the middle of the day which was when I was writing that last post.

My boyfriend mentioned that he was going to go run some errands which I figured would be fine, but as I heard him getting ready and getting closer to leaving, I started to get more and more tense sooooo here we are 3 weeks later.

BUT, GOOD NEWS!

I'm currently home alone now and I'm A OKAY.

I still wanted to come back to this post though because when I started talking about it on Insta - I got a lot of feedback from you guys talking about how you've had them before and you were happy that someone was talking about it.

I was so surprised to find that SO many people around me that I talk to on a regular basis have had them too! It was really comforting for me during that time because after the attack, I honestly felt so scared because I had experienced the feeling of actually losing my mind.

So if you've never had a panic attack before, I think it's important to know about what can trigger it, and what may happen during the attack.

BEFORE PANIC ATTACK (THURSDAY)

For me, I was severely sleep deprived. BUT silly me wanted to get work done so I had a double shot of espresso with a teaspoon of a new product this company sent me. The nickname for the product is "dopamine bean" and the serving size was a 1/4 of a teaspoon. I thought it was like any other product I have - something that would just give me some energy so I had some, but I had a teaspoon. No biggie I thought.

I think like 45 minutes went by before it was 8:30pm and I was STILL friggin EXHAUSTED. That was when I said screw this and got ready for bed.

I laid in bed, home alone, and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't get comfortable, I couldn't relax my mind and I kept feeling hot and then cold. So I turned on a meditation that I typically LOVE but it was annoying me SO bad.

UGH. WHAT THE HELL, I thought.

Then I figured I would take a little hit from this weed pen that a friend gave me. I typically can't smoke because it makes me paranoid but I had had this one before and it was very helpful in times that I couldn't fall asleep.

So, I hit that twice really quick and laid back down. I think maybe one minute passed before the combination of the coffee, dopamine bean, weed and sleep deprivation hit me and I JOLTED up in fear that I was in sleep paralysis.

DURING PANIC ATTACK

I was terrified and had to get out of my bed IMMEDIATELY. I turned on all the lights and felt my heart pounding against my chest at what felt like 300 miles an hour.

Then this is where I started really going downhill and I felt very nervous and VERY vulnerable to tell anyone what I was thinking during the next hour BUT once I finally told one person, they were able to relate, and then suddenly I realized that everyone I spoke to who had had a panic attack was able to relate and I found a lot of comfort in that.

So - I willlll tell you.

Once the panic attack started happening I felt like both sides of my brain were communicating with me EXTREMELY FAST. It was like non stop thoughts back and forth over and over and over and AND OVER AND over again for the next hour.

One side of me would think, just BREATHE, you're having a panic attack, call a friend, it's okay, everything will be fine.

And then this is where it was scary.

The other part of my brain was thinking, hurt yourself. Jump off the balcony, Do something insane. Don't have anyone over. Don't talk to anyone. You WANT to hurt yourself.

It was absolute HELL.

I couldn't understand why I was thinking such insane thoughts. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me.

I called my boyfriend but he was at work and then ended up calling my friend in SD. While I was talking to her my legs started shaking uncontrollably and I had to lie in bed. I wanted to feel like I had someone with me so I asked her to stay on the phone with me but I honestly didn't feel like talking much. I was SO hot then SO cold and couldn't stop shaking so that was making it hard to speak anyways.

My friend was trying to be as helpful as possible by just asking me questions and telling me about her day but I actually didn't want to answer questions or feel like I had to listen to stories. Again - IT SUCKED.

While we were on the phone my boyfriend called me back (this is probably like 30 minutes into the attack) and he tried to get me to calm down and asked me if I wanted our friend to come over.

Part of me was thinking YES. YES please hurry, I need someone here before I go insane, get them over here asap.

The other part of me (and yes I realize this is crazy) was thinking NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. You can't even stand to walk to the door of your room, how are you going to walk all the way downstairs, through the parking lot and to the front to let someone in? What if you do something crazy. What if they start annoying you and you tell them to leave? Then what happens from there?

Mind you - this was all the thoughts going on in my head. Meanwhile I'm not saying anything more than "uh...um...I don't...maybe.." to my boyfriend. He was about to tell me to text him if I decide what I wanedt to do before I finally managed to blurt out "YES, get Steph over here. Hurry".

Stephanie is a good friend of ours and she did everything right. Before coming over she googled "how to talk to a person having a panic attack" where she realized that she needed to be veryyy calm, and not judgmental at all. She nailed it haha.

I managed to take 7 big deep breaths while I was putting my shoes on and walked to meet her (slowly) at the front of the apartment where I like leached on to her, haha poor thing. She noticed how much I was shaking because we talked about it later but she didn't mention it when she was walking back up with me.

She asked me where I wanted to chill and made me some calming tea and turned the tv on for me. We kept the lights off because that felt too aggressive for me and she kind of just told me in a really calm way that she was there for whatever I needed and then didn't try to spark up conversation.

That was the best.

It was like 10:00pm by the time I was able to eat a little something and feel myself relax. It was like taking my first big deep breathe in months then letting it out and feeling SOOOOOOOOO exhausted.

AFTER THE PANIC ATTACK

I felt like I came out of a crazy ass dream. Again I was just sooo effing tired. I mean, I was already tired before the whole episode even started so you can imagine how I felt after. I was able to start having actual conversations with Steph without feeling like I was tense or out of breath and then we both calmed down over a glass of red wine which was THHHE BEST.

THE NEXT DAY (FRIDAY)

I felt far from myself. I was VERY irritable, and then happy, and then irritable, and then tired, then REALLY TIRED. I was forcing myself to get in the sun and walk along the beach just for the purpose of raising my endorphins but all that ended up happening was me forcing myself to smile, avoiding eye contact with people and wondering when I would feel normal again.

I even went and got a burger and an aperol spritz and read my book by the beach because I figured that would be a form of treating myself and feeling good, which it did! But by the time I was driving to work which was only about an hour later - I was down again, and stayed that way for the rest of the night.

SATURDAY

2 days following the panic attack I was with my boyfriend all day and I felt like I found this new form of happiness that would never leave. I felt like not only was I back to myself BUT I knew what losing my mind felt like versus being in control and I knew that as long as I never had to feel out of control again, that every single day would be amazing.

I was like on a high this day. SO SO SO happy and I part of me was thinking it would last for forever haha BUUUT it didn't.

(I promise this story is almost over).

SUNDAY

Sunday is important to talk about because this is where I learned that it is possible to have minor panic attacks again after a big one for up to 1-2 weeks. The day was amazing again, just like Saturday. During the evening though I found myself home, alone, and THOUGHT that everything was great. I had some food, watched some TV, and was trying to get myself to relax. Around 6:00 pm I went onto my balcony to write in my journal and before I could even write the date, I realized I was in the same setting I was during the attack.

It was quiet, I was home alone, and I before I knew it by heart started racing and I felt like the walls were caving in. I literally just picked up my book and my journal, threw on some shoes, grabbed my keys and bolted out of my house.

We have a huge park right next to us so I went there and tried journaling, didn't help.

I walked around the track - didn't help. At this point it was getting dark and they were starting to turn the park lights off and the thought of going back to my house was basically debilitating.

I hate feeling like I'm bothering anything or in the way but I felt like I had no other option than to ask Steph again if I could come to her place and just stay with her until my boyfriend got home. To be honest - I was so shaken up that I had a couple shots when I first got there that I feel like helped me calm down a little bit but I didn't feel the lease bit intoxicated. My mind was still wandering and I was feeling frustrated at this point.

AS THE DAYS WENT ON.

People that had experienced attacks were telling me that I can't keep running from it, which I knew but it was just so damn hard. They told me to avoid things that might trigger the same feelings as the attack so exercise had to be light in order not to raise my heart rate, coffee should be avoided, drinking should be avoided, and I just needed to rest.

SO, at this point, about three weeks later, I would say I'm feeling 100% better. I just wanted to share this with you guys so you know what to expect, what to do, and what to be aware of after the attack.

Feel free to share your story below!

XXX

#mental health #panic attack

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