#plz help me i need advice

[graceandpurity]

everyday I wake up and tell myself ‘don’t worry you won’t wake up again soon, that day is close’

and I already know it’s gonna be this month

I’m sorry mom, dad, my sisters and brother, and my grandparents and cousins and all of my friends (online and irl) but my expiration date is coming close

[askkingerthings]

guys I believe I’m going crazy..?!

Okay so let me explain:

I’m having a sexuality crisis!!! like- I dunno one day I’m lesbian as fuck, then the next I’m aromatic! Help me!

all I need is general suggestions on what to do, what should I label myself as? I need help- or well-

✨advice✨

also, good luck to my man whose in the hospital, hope he gets better soon!

[h-170]

gurl ur writing skills are wow :0

im literally a WHORE for sakura so can i plz request a sakura fluff-smut? so basically reader and sakura are like professional partners (reader is a producer and sakura is sakura obviously) but they are close ASF and it's all lovey-dovey until sakura asks for advice to confess and WABAM wild sex bc why not :3

can i be ⭐ anon? thx! take ur timeeee

THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

its been two fics and ive been getting so many conpliments<33

and ofc you can be ⭐ anon!! we alr got an anon yippiiii

anyways lets start

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“Saki’s producer”

g!p Sakura Miyawaki x female reader

Fluff & smut + ¼ of depressed reader and Sakura

Dirty talk

Making out

Unprotected sex

Overstimulation

Mention of almost getting hit by a car

Mention of getting hit by a car

Mention of death

Indirect mention of suicide

Mention of masturbation

kkura has a big dick :3

‼️NOT proofread‼️

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Gosh, this is exhausting.

Being a producer isn't the best job when you are constantly busy with your personal life, having no one to talk to, always running late for your meetings and other reunions with staff...

But what was the thing that kept you going?

Sakura, obviously.

Okay, okay, the other members are really nice too but Sakura's a different case. Like, an entirely different case.

Every member has a personal producer, (other than the ten thousand they have), and luckily enough, you were paired with Sakura. You thought at first it was probably gonna be awkward since you guys lost connection before meeting back again in LE SSERAFIM, but it wasn't, at least for Sakura.

You two got along very well and very quickly, catching up with everything that happened; good and bad. But there was one bad thing you didn't tell Sakura, and wasn't planning on doing so, but little did you know she was going to discover it later on.

Sakura had a very busy schedule, just like you, and you had to help her with her lessons, obviously, so you decided to stick to late-night practicing sessions, just you and her, no one else. It was kind of romantic if you think about it, but no, you couldn't think about it, this relationship is supposed to be professional.

Then one night, after everyone left, you found Sakura already waiting for you in the room, headphones on and everything. You smile and she smiles back, but there was something about her that was off tonight. However, you brush it off. You sit down on the desk between many and put your stuff there. You look up at her, still with the smile on your face.

"So, ready?" you ask her.

"Yeah..." she replies, a bit unsure.

"O-kay, so let's start from the beginning, yeah?"

"Okay."

She puts her glasses on and looks at the screen in front of her where the lyrics were written, holding her stylus tightly. She sighs, takes a deep breath and starts singing.

You listen to her carefully, preparing yourself to note anything down if needed. As you listened, you couldn't help but feel your heart beat slightly faster; her voice was something you could always recognize, and something you could always listen to.

But then, she stops, a groan escaping her which snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Sakura?"

She looks at you, silent. She sighs again.

"I'm not satisfied with how this is turning out..."

"What are you talking about?"

You hear her dropping her stylus on the desk, watching her disappear behind the desk as she flops back on her chair.

"My voice sounds horrible, Y/N, I don't know what to do. It's exhausting, it's tiring, it's..."

She trails off as she turns to her left, looking at you as you stand there. You take a few steps and rest yourself back against her desk, facing her.

"I don't think your voice is bad."

"Key word: 'Think'. It IS horrible, I just think I should quit-"

"Sakura, what am I here for?"

She looks up, slightly hesitant.

"Let me rephrase that: What am I or... What is my role in this company?"

"A producer..."

"Okay, and what do producers do?"

She pauses, knowing what you were going to say anyway. She chuckles and smiles, that smile making your cheeks burn.

"I know... But I just... It's hard."

"I know it's hard, but I'm here to help you. All the other producers are here for you."

Sakura stands up, facing you, then pulls you into a warm hug. You flinch a bit but immediately hug her back.

"Maybe I'm overreacting... Sorry."

"You're not, it's okay. It's okay to be scared, but you shouldn't let that affect you in a way to stop doing what you love."

She nodded, pulling away, even though she did want it to last longer, but she didn't want you to think she's super clingy.

"So... Again?"

"Yeah... Yeah, let's do it."

"That's the spirit, Kkura."

With a thumbs up and a wink, you return to your seat. But Sakura was still not present.

Kkura, gosh, it sounded so beautiful coming from you.

She pushes these thoughts aside and you two get back to work.

Two hours passed, and it was midnight now. You pack your stuff up and stand, stretching your arms above your head. Now (ahem) your black top slides up, revealing your abs... And Sakura couldn't help but stare (😭). She immediately turns away though, afraid that this might give her a few thoughts...

"Okay, let's go."

"U-Uhm, yeah..."

You two start walking in the hallways, then you remembered something.

"Hey, isn't your house far from here?"

"Kind of..."

"How about you stay at mine? We can have a girls' night!"

Sakura liked the idea, so she nodded with a smile. She adjusts her cap so nobody recognizes her and heads home alongside you. You walked, talked, laughed, your voices echoing in the busy streets. After a while, you point at a building on the other side of the road, saying this is your apartment. Sakura nods and you look on both sides of the road, then walk first. That road was so long... It was also dangerous. Sakura followed you, but then...

"Y/N! WATCH OUT!"

You look back quickly just to see Sakura running towards you and pushing you aside, both of you falling on the sidewalk, your eyes watching the car speed by with a police car right after it. She stands up, taking your arm and trying to lift you up.

"Y/N, are you okay? Y/N? Y/N!"

But you couldn't respond, your brain still processing that you were almost going to get hit by a car. Sakura didn't know that THAT was your worst trauma; after your father got hit by a car just to save you, your mother never recovered from it. She didn't try to put the blame on you, in fact, she tried to take care of you on her own, but the pain was too much for her to handle. One morning you woke up to a letter on your bedside table. It was an apology. She... left this world. Your aunt then took care of you, and you were never the same.

Sakura didn't know that.

But were you gonna tell her?

"Y/N... Come on, you're okay, let's go home before it starts raining..."

You snap back to reality, getting up with effort. Your eyes were still wide with shock and disbelief, making Sakura slightly suspicious as this incident hurt you more than it should have.

"Right..."

You turn and walk towards the building, entering your apartment. It was completely silent, no words were exchanged either. As you settle down and put your stuff away, change your clothes and everything, you break the silence by joining Sakura in the living room with a t-shirt and shorts of your own.

"Here, this is for you."

Sakura blushes slightly and smiles, getting up and taking them from you.

"Thank you. I'll be back, give me a minute."

You nod and sit down on the couch, still thinking about what happened. By the time Sakura got back, you made up your mind; you were gonna tell her. You call her name and explain everything, and she listens carefully without saying a word. Eventually, when you were done, your eyes were filled with unshed tears, and you were doing a great job at holding them back, but the second she put her hand on your shoulder comfortingly, you just burst out crying, your face in your hands as you sob uncontrollably. She pulls you onto her lap, hugging you so tightly, shielding you from the evil outside world.

"Shh... It's okay, Y/N, it's okay..."

"I...I...I... just w-wish I could b-bring them back..."

Her heart clenches as she sees how sad you were. She never saw you like this. You were always so optimistic and teasing and... Happy. But she never knew you were carrying all that weight behind a smile, and she felt guilty not to notice.

You stay like that for a while, just crying and nothing else, until eventually you both fall asleep due to exhaustion.

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The next morning, there was a delicious smell that woke you up from your sleep. You rub your eyes and sit up, your eyes locked on Sakura, who just finished cooking eggs. She smiles warmly at you and places two plates on the counter.

"Good morning."

"Good morning..."

"I made breakfast. I didn't know what to make at first so I cooked some eggs, hope you didn't need them for anything..."

"No, it's fine. Thank you."

You leave the room to do your routine in the bathroom, making Sakura eat on her own for a moment. You come back, sitting next to her as she almost finished her plate. You hum in approval at the first bite, taking another, and a third, stuffing your mouth with the delicious food given to you. Sakura laughs, watching you.

"Is it really that good?"

"Mhm."

What a nice morning, right?

After all that, you get ready and go back to work, preparing for your next session later.

Day after day, your relationship grew stronger, and your feelings for each other even more. But who was bothered the most? You thought it was you but, actually, it was Sakura.

After that day when she saved you and discovered your past, she couldn't help but think about it and how much you went through, as well as how strong and independent you are, all your goods and all your flaws, literally analyzing you. But it was too much to bear. She was going to explode soon...

Later on a sunny day, she invited Chaewon and Eunchae to her place, going to open a conversation she never thought she would have.

"Ding-dong!"

"Coming!"

Sakura opens the door, revealing a very excited Eunchae and a confident Chaewon (as always). They all settle down and Chaewon turns to her unnie.

"So..."

"Before all this, anyone hungry?"

They both shake their heads with a smile. Sakura takes a deep breath, calming herself down.

"This is... About Y/N."

"Huh, weird. What about it, Kkura-unnie?"

"You see, Chaewon, I'm just going to go straight to the point; I'm in love with Y/N."

Chaewon doesn't seem too surprised, but Eunchae however squeals in excitement.

"Really?!"

"Yes... And I need advice. Please?"

Chaewon smirks.

"I have an idea..."

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Sunday night, last day of the week. You and Sakura normally don't work, but she asked you for a late-night practicing session. Just once because she told you it was important. But this time, it was different. This time, the tension was thick.

You enter the room and Sakura is already there. However, she didn't have her headphones on, her stylus wasn't between her fingers, and the screen wasn't even on. There was just a nervous Sakura, standing before you.

You smile, putting your stuff on the floor.

"Hey."

"Hey..."

Before you could do anything else, she calls you over.

"Could you come here for a minute?"

You comply, walking towards her and behind the desk. You place one hand on it to support your weight, the other one on your hip.

"So..."

"Ahem..."

She clears her throat and faces you. You take a moment to look at her, seeing that she dressed up nicer than last time, and the one before, and also the one before... The pieces sticking together in your head. Her nice clothes, the requested session, her unusual behaviour... It was all clear; Sakura wanted something from you.

"Y/N, I hope I didn't bother you by asking you to come here so late, and on a day off..."

"It's alright, but is everything okay? You seem off."

"The thing is... I didn't exactly call you to practice."

You pause, processing her words, but there was no sign of annoyance in your voice, rather understanding and a crumb of confusion.

"What did you call me for, then, Kkura?"

My God, please stop calling me that. Actually, no don't stop...- She sighs, maintaining her composure.

"I have to talk to you."

"...go on."

She looks away for a moment.

"I'm going to be honest with you. Y/N, you're a great person, and I've always admired you for who you are."

"...That's..."

"You don't have to say anything, but please hear me out."

You nod as she turns to you.

"Y/N, I... Really don't want to ruin things between us, as well as I don't know how to stop my selfishness for having you all to myself all the time."

"What do you mean...?"

"You see... I had a hard time finding out what I was feeling all this time. You made me suffer. A lot."

You feel guilty, unsure of why you are feeling this way. Suffer?

"I have developed feelings for you over time. Maybe not when we were young back then, but now... I suppose... I'm not sure, but either way, I do like you."

You stay silent, eyes widen and rosy cheeks. You look at Sakura's embarrassed figure, her hands held tightly together as she talks. You swallow, and you can't help but smile.

"You know... I'm not good with words, but..."

"What is it?"

"I like you too."

"...wha-"

She cuts herself off by rubbing her eyes with one hand.

"Sorry, I'm kind of sleepy-"

"I like you."

The second time you said it made it more sincere, and she smiled uncontrollably, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"Was that what you called me for?"

"Yeah... Sorry, I should've just texted you or something."

"But I can't do this if you just confessed by text or call."

She turns to look at you, unsure what you define as 'this', but she very quickly discovers what it means. With a gentle tug on her wrist, you pull her close and you find yourself closing the gap between you and your crush with a kiss. It wasn't rough or passionate, it was all gentle and soft, also short.

"It's hard to believe you've never kissed someone, Kkura."

"I'd say the same to you."

You both giggle before kissing again, pinning Sakura against the wall as she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. Your bodies were glued together, and none of you were willing to let go. Both of you were kissing loudly, the sound of your wet lips filling the room even more than your moans.

There were so many things going on at once; your mouths locked together, your lips getting soaked, your tongues getting sucked in and doing a wrestling match, drooling all over yourselves, not even caring about the mess, then your hands roaming everywhere.

It was crazy, but it felt so good, so right. Even if both of you were breathless, you didn't stop, you couldn't stop. Never in your life did you think that your dream of making out with Sakura will come true, but here you were.

But, wait a minute...

You pull back, wiping your drool with the back of your hand before looking down, and- Oh...

"Y/N- I can explain..."

"You... Have a dick?"

The way you made it sound was so hot, Sakura's dick twitched against your core. Gosh, that felt good.

"So, are you planning on putting that cock to work?"

Sakura's eyes widened as she sees you weren't bothered, yet in fact impatient to see Sakura use her cock on you. Or it would probably be best to say in you. She smirks darkly.

"Well, I mean... You aren't going to leave me with a raging boner, right?"

You chuckle, and you both know what to do. Giving her a large trenchcoat from the staff closet, you both run out, knowing exactly where to go.

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The door busts open and you drag Sakura inside, closing the door shut without even locking it. Sakura doesn't even wait for you; running upstairs to your bedroom as if someone was chasing her to murder her.

You follow her next, closing the door behind you as you lean back against it, giving Sakura a smirk.

"You always boss me around, Y/N. Now, it's my turn."

She charges at you, literally ripping your clothes off as you watch them fall to the floor. In less than a minute, you were already naked and ready to be completely destroyed by your now-girlfriend. You give her a peck on the lips teasingly and walk towards the bed, sitting on the edge. In a flash, she takes off her clothes as well, and you see her hard cock flopping before you.

That thing was at least 6 inches, already dripping with precum and swinging back and forth with every step Sakura took towards you.

"Like what you see? Very big, huh?"

"Very. Now... Enough chitchat and shove that dick inside me already."

You crawl back until your back hits the headboard, watching as Sakura crawls towards you menacingly (in a hot way). As soon as she spreads your legs, she raises an eyebrow.

"Hm, why's it gaping a bit?"

"Hah, funny, but... Let's just say I finger myself a bit..."

You blush in embarrassment as you answer, making Sakura smirk even more.

"Thinking about me, I hope."

"You have no idea."

"I gotta admit, I get myself off just by watching you dance."

"Damn, really?"

"Yeah, so that means I can go fast, right?"

"Oh yeah, fuck me hard."

"Good, because I don't think I can hold myself back when I see how delicious your pussy looks."

You couldn't help but clench around nothing because of her words, she saw that, and she likes that. Her juicy tip pushes inside you, your only response being the action of arching your back.

"Oh my God..."

"Thank goodness you're not tight, I can fuck you with ease."

Her thrusts don't start slow, but fast, making you grunt at how good it feels. You were already so wet, helping Sakura pump in and out of you. You grind back against her dick, desperate to keep her deep inside you. Her balls slap against your ass cheeks with every thrust, the sound is literally music to your ears.

"Hah~ Hah~ Ugh~"

"Yeah, good girl, uh-huh~"

"Ugh- Fuck...~"

You LITERALLY hold her hips and force her deeper, spreading your legs even wider as she fucks you. Your pussy lips meet her pelvis so many times, smearing slick all over it and making a mess.

"You're so deep~"

"That's what you wanted from me, no?~"

"F-Fuck yes!~"

She places her hand down on your stomach, then goes lower and lower, eventually presses down on that spot right above your pussy, making you cum hard.

"Ah! Ah!~ AH!~"

Your body squirms violently on the bed, forcing Sakura to hold you in place.

"You're so cute~"

"F-F... Ugh!~ Again! Again!~"

Sakura speeds up, hitting even deeper places. You feel the heat building up inside you again, then leaves, cumming again. She overstimulates you again. And again. Damn, how many times?

"I'm gonna cum soon, pretty."

She literally starts fucking you so hard, you feel numb, and then for the moment you've been craving all your life; she buries herself as deep as she could inside you and then she cums hard. Thick ropes of cum filling you up, her hot semen making you feel all warm and somewhat safe.

"Hah...~"

Her sigh was probably the most beautiful (and sinful) thing you've ever heard, and when she starts stirring the cum inside your stuffed pussy with gentle thrusts, you couldn't help but moan in satisfaction.

"Finally..."

"I've been waiting forever..."

"Mm... Feels so good..."

"Very good..."

She caresses your stomach, then finally pulls out, watching cum flowing out of you while your gaping hole is connected with the tip of your lover's cock by a thick string of cum. You spread your arms, inviting her for a hug, both of you snuggling close.

"Thank you. So much, Kkura..."

"Thank you... I love you."

"I love you more~"

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THIS IS SO LONG (tolerate me pls)

[lunatic-pudge]

Postal Dude SFW and NSFW Headcanons

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I love Postal Dude. He reminds me a lot of Sniper, so that might not help. These can apply to basically any version of Dude you want, but I tend to use PD2 as the default Dude. Those some things would probably be different for PD1.

So yeah, I got stuff that I need to finish working on. I'm halfway done with this one TF2 ask I got. So Imma try to finish that up ASAP.

And warning for sexual stuff and mentions of violence, but considering that this is Postal, the violence part shouldn't be too much of a bother

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SFW

-Oh boy oh boy, where do I even begin with my baby boy Dude. Postal was something I always had a slight intrest in but now it hit me full force so here we are. Plus he's got some similarities to Sniper as well so it doesn't help either. I can't control myself anymore. I need this man pregnant and i need it NOW!

-But anyways, Imma start throwing some stuff out there. This poor babe has been through it. He's been through Hell and back, literally.  He's gotten better over the years, but there are times where things feel like they're getting worse again. He's gotten better with dealing with it. Though, he's not the best when comforting his partner if they're struggling mentally. He tries his best, but he's just so unsure of what to do. He's good at sitting with you, having an arm wrapped around you as you hold onto him, venting your problems out. It's easy for him to be a listening ear. Any advice from him is probably not good advice. If there's something you want, he'll get it for you. A blanket? Done. Some ice cream? Okay, what flavor. It's the little things

-If you wanna be with this mess of a man, you gotta be semi comfortable with the violence. He's gonna be coming home almost every night covered in blood, acting like he didn't just kill someone over a doughnut. And you gotta be comfortable with his massive collection of weapons. He'll teach you how to use them so you can protect yourself if he isn't around.

-Which leads me to the fact that he WILL kill for you. Whether it'd be to protect you, to prove that he loves you, or even out of jealousy. He can be convinced to not kill someone but it does take some persuasion. He just wants to keep you safe, and he trusts no one but you, especially since the people of Paradise are rather "interesting". Though, he might just wait for you to be out of sight to kill the person you wanted spared... Oops...

-His love language is acts of services and physical touch. Homie won't be able to keep his hands off you. Sexual or not, he NEEDS to feel you. It makes him feel sane to know you're there and real. And if you need help with something, he's there to help you with it. He'd love it if you'd go on errands with him. It'd make things less boring AND it means more time to spend with you

-Also, to be with this man means Champ needs to approve of you first. Champ is his baby, so if Champ doesn't like you then clearly you aren't worth his time. But if Champ approves of you and you love and spoil him, then you might just be marriage material

-He's such a goofball. He'll be constantly teasing you. Not a day goes by where he isn't lovingly tormenting you over something dumb. He does it cause he loves you. He means no harm with it and will let off it if asked. Don't let him know about any sensitive or ticklish spots of yours cause he WILL be using those spots against you

-Very big on being able to laze around with you and doing nothing. Laying together on the bed or couch, alcohol and snacks readily available, and music playing in the background. He's a bully in a sense where he would want his music playing, claiming to have good taste in music. So hopefully, you like the same music as him. So stuff like Tool, Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, etc. (Though in my own little world, I could see him crying over Mitski, plz don't judge)

-If you're a crafty person and you make something for him, he could cry from how happy it makes him. He loves seeing you work your stuff. Doesn't matter what it is (drawing, painting, sewing, crocheting,  etc.) he likes watching. It's calming to him. He'd def cry if you made anything Champ related. If you draw or paint, youre art is getting hung up on the walls. If you sew, knit, or crochet and you make him or Champ something to wear, then they'll be wearing what you made them proudly. Though he won't wear said stuff outside cause he doesn't wanna dirty them. He'd feel bad for ruing all your hard work

-Have I mentioned how spoiled he is yet? Cause he is. He's a very needy baby. Constantly wanting your time, attention, and affection. Almost never giving you a second of privacy cause he needs to be in your personal bubble. Oh, you locked the bathroom door so you could enjoy a bath in peace for once? Too bad, cause Dude's already picked the lock and hanging out with you. And if you don't stop him, he'll join you in the tub, with or without clothes on. He's essentially a cat that will scratch at the door til you let him in. If you're at work or he's running errands, he'll be texting you nonstop. Keeping you updated on the chaos he's causing and spamming you with Champ pics.

-He also has an abundance of photos of you. Some of just you doing whatever (yes even sleeping), you and Champ, you and Dude, and even all three of you together. You may not even know all of the photos he has of you. And yes, he will show you off, proud he has such a baddie and no one else does. But you also need to know that he isn't scared to take some of the worst photos of you. We're talk 0.5x forehead photos that make it look like you got a big ass forehead. He doesn't care. He loves everything about you and nothing will change that.

-Love seeing you wear his clothes. He thinks it's so cute how big his shirts look on you, the smaller you are, the better. He's very encouraging of you wearing his clothes. Sometimes, it gets him a little too excited, especially when you don't wear any pants, may God help you when that happens...

NSFW

-Loves biting you, once he starts he can't stop. He will have you marked up from head to toe by the time he's done with you. He would like it if you did the same to him. He'll ecourage you to leave some extra marks on him and especially his more sensitive areas. Same rules apply for scratching as well. He loves seeing the all the bites, bruises, and scratches you leave on him. And he feels such pride when he sees them on you

-He's the perfect person to have a hand kink for. He's got them long, spidery fingers that can leave goosebumps along your skin. He'd gladly shove his fingers down your throat if you want. His hands do tend to be littered with cuts and burns but don't think that will stop anything. The extra pain adds to the experience for him

-Yeha, he's kind of a masochist. There's just something about the way you inflict pain on him that gets him going. You could come up behind him and bite him and that's all you need to do for him to get the message. He will let you WRECK him however you want

-Does like degraded by only a little bit. He wants to be called a slut and to be told how vile he is for wanting to be used like a toy. But sometimes he has limits. He does need praises though. He could go on for hours praising you, and he would like to be able to be praised as well. He'd rather be praised than degraded. Especially during aftercare. Tell him how much of a good boy he is and how well he did. He'll love you forever if you do

-Is it wrong to say that I can see him having a Mommy kink? This might be from hearing the one line of his but there's just something about him that screams "let me call you Mommy plz". halp

-I've been making him sound like such a total sub but he can be dominant if you want. He tends to be more on the rough side when he doms though so do be prepared for it. He'd love to have you tied up and blindfolded, helpless as to what he's gonna do next. Loves making you beg

-peghimpeghimpeghimpeghimpeghim, do it. Nothing's stopping you. You'll get some of the best noises out of him if you peg him. He's is such a dirty little slut. Peg him and make him beg!

[gay-dorito-dust]

I heard you are looking for Barbie prompts👀👀

1. Ken learning to kiss (he's never done it before lol)

2. FtM reader struggling, Ken helps him realize he's just as much of a man as anyone else

3. Ken asking for advice on winning over Barbie, only to fall for reader

4. Ken revealing his struggle with toxic masculinity and his shame

God so many amazing prompts, I wish I could write them all but I don’t wanna bore anyone with how long of a fic that would be. So if anyone wants me to do the other prompts (1, 2, or 4) plz let me know.

Prompt 3: Ken asks for advice on how to win over Barbie, only to fall for reader in the process.

You cringed as another one of Ken’s failed attempts of impressing stereotypical Barbie. You had to applaud your friends’ tenacity because had it been you, you would’ve just given up in the moments where Ken had done nothing but persist in his pursuit of the beautiful blonde. You honestly didn’t a clue in whether or not it’ll do Ken any good in telling him that he would be better off in giving up, or it’ll just further persuade him into trying even harder in his efforts in a desperate form of hope that one day she’ll see him. Like actually see him.

Whatever the outcome, you knew that not matter what was being said by anyone, Ken was one to never know in when it’s okay to quit. His supposed advancements weren’t advancing anything in regards to his and Barrie’s relationship; they were still on square one in your humble opinion, as it was quite blatantly obvious that Ken needed Barbie like she was the oxygen he breaths but Barbie didn’t need Ken, she could very well breath happily without him.

Quickly seeing how you and Ken were the only ones left upon the peachy pink beach, you sighed as you made your way next to your blonde friend -who was very much in the literal sense lying face down within the sand- before sitting yourself down next to him with your knees propped up so that your arms may rest atop of them, followed softly after by your head feasting atop of your arms as you stared out beyond the horizon.

‘Well, that certainly went off without a hitch, didn’t it blondie.’ You said rhetorically whilst Ken groaned as he removed himself from the sand before practically slumping himself against your side.

‘First of all, my names Ken, not blondie, and secondly what is it that I’m doing wrong?’ Ken said, ‘I’d thought that she would totally be girlfriend/boyfriend with me by now but it seems that no matter how many times I’ve tried to make her see the man behind the tan, the more she doesn’t want me…what do I have to change about me to get her to admit that she likes me?’ He adds solemnly before looking over at you with a look of sheer desperation and hopelessness. ‘Tell me what it is that I have to change about myself in order to make Barbie see me.’ He asked of you, making you look his way as he grabbed your hands in his, almost like he was pleading to you to hear him. ‘Tell me what to change and I’ll do it, tell me what will make her see me as more Ken the boyfriend then Ken the friend.’

You stayed silent for awhile as you made the conscious choice to stare into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes that looked almost midnight blue with how they perfectly mimicked the starry sky above, or how they perfectly encapsulated the deepest depths of the very ocean he often -though not that often as he liked to claim- surfed. It was without saying that the Ken before you, your best friend Ken, was probably the most beautiful Ken you’ve ever come across, and while it’s not uncommon for friends to hype up the others beauty; there was obviously lines in the sand in regards to how far one can speak so highly of another’s appearance without it having somewhat romantic implications.

Upon realising how long you had been inside your own head, whilst externally just staring at him like a weirdo, you began to talk. ‘Here’s one thing you can stop doing and that’s going to extreme lengths to impress her.’ You told him, watching as his face slightly drop before feeling a panic consume you into continuing soliciting your advice, ‘I’m not saying you should cut it out all together but maybe tone it down a little, nobody here wants you to end up badly hurt yourself one day. Besides I think it’d be best if you just let her see the so called ‘man behind the tan.’ You added on as you pulled one hand of yours away from Ken’s hold in order to press it against his chest; more specifically where his heart lies. ‘Show Barbie the Ken that I know and love, the Ken who isn’t above helping others, the Ken who loves horses despite never having ridden one, the Ken who loves the beach, the Ken who loves his friends and will go above and beyond for them.’

You paused before trailing your hand upward so that it was now resting behind his neck, your thumb running across his skin in soothing patterns as you smiled at him, causing Ken to take a sharp inhale of breath. ‘You don’t have to change Ken, I don’t want my best friend to change for someone who won’t realise how lucky she is to have you in her life Ken.’ You utter softly before adding, ‘because I am and I prefer you the way you are right now, but I’m not the one your perusing and therefore I have no say in who you change for, just hope that you never do.’ You hauled yourself onto your feet before making your way off of the beach and back to your home, leaving Ken to stare after you in wonder and in awe.

‘Have I? Have I been going after the wrong person?’ Ken asked himself as thoughts of Barbie quickly became thoughts of you instead and the feeling that usually blossoms within him for Barbie, seemed to have only blossomed more then ever in regards of when it came to you. Naturally Ken was conflicted about the sudden change, wasn’t he suppose to be with Barbie? Then why did the notion of being your boyfriend felt more natural, more likeable then being Barbie’s boyfriend? He couldn’t understand how after perusing Barbie for as long as he has, his heart and mind have seemingly made peace with the fact that she wasn’t even at all interested in him, just as they were immediate in their change of trajectory and instead decided to set their sights on you after this particular night on the beach, and engaging within a conversation that relied on him to being open and honest about his feelings.

Ken just couldn’t understand why he felt so breathless when you smiled at him not too long ago, it felt as though you knocked the wind clear out of his lungs and he was still struggling on getting it back the more his mind stayed stuck on that particular moment. Ken was afraid to admit that he had fallen for someone new, but a small part of him was telling him that he had fallen for you way before the events that lead up to tonight’s conversation, telling him that it was no longer Barbie he was trying to impress but you.

[pixeechix21]

Toxic!stalker! Ghost

Summary: you're petty and decide to teach Simon (Ghost) a lesson. Too bad he’s a stubborn cunt. He tracks you down in the club, with another guy, after kicking him out he decides to show you who’s really in control

TW: very rough, TOXIC, explicit, jealousy, harm, degradation, praise (kinda) there’s more but IDK soooo…. Oh well. Plz read at own risk this is very toxic stalkerish

You got a message from him just, short and blunt.

-Don’t go out tonight.

you huff out annoyed at how he’s so controlling. 

- Fuck you don’t own, just watch me xx.

 You type back furiously then turn to your best friend, “imma need something stronger,” you say to her as you rummage through her room looking for the vodka. 

“He still at it? You know you really need to fix your obsession with those types babe,” she shakes her head smiling as she zips up her dress then goes to help you with yours. 

“Get back to me when you follow your own advice,” you joke laughing. She gives you a playful slap and continues with her makeup.

At the club you feel your head swimming already. You just want to get lost to the flow of the music, and push Ghost to the back of your head. The bouncer gives you both a sleazy up down, that prompts you to go deeper into the club. “Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice, wide eyed you make direct contact with Simon’s hazel eyes. “Look at you! You bonnie lasses,” Soap’s accent is heavier as he gives you a drunken hug and one to Eve. 

You smile trying your best not to give in to the urge to look at Ghost again. “I thought you weren’t going out,” you shout over the music. Soap goes on to explain that Simon wanted to go out one last time before the next deployment. 

“Keep this between us he’s been acting moody all day,” Gaz chips in laughing drunkenly hooping an arm around Eve for support. He says it loud enough for him to hear, Simon takes a stiff drink ignoring the light jabs. “Been a Krabby patty today haven’t ya,” Gaz pinches Simon's cheeks before they’re swatted away.  

“Oh my god i love this song!” Eve shouts and drags Gaz away to dance. Not wanting to stay closer to Simon’s cold glare. You go to walk past him, but his large hand grips your elbow pulling you in closely, he dips his head so that you can hear him, “you look stunning. Watch your back,” with that he lets go of you. Blushing you walk away to join Gaz and Eve’s little dance circle. 

All night you can feel his eyes burning in the back of you. You’re annoyed at how he was never meant to be there, and now is deliberately ruining your night. You’ve had enough. I’ll show him, you think pettily. A guy behind you starts to guide your hips in sync with his movements. Bingo. You let yourself go with him, dancing and feeling your bodies pressed closely. Arms snaking around your bodies, gripping holding. He breathes the stinks of alcohol as his mouth comes close to yours. Over his shoulders you see Simon glaring at you, you pull the guy's head closer to you, “do you want to get out of here?” You say lightly biting his ear, you can feel him shiver under your hands. He pulls back looking like a college frat boy about to get his first girl, ever. “Yeah, I know some people,” his fingers dig into your ass. You almost want to barf at how he’s touching you. But you know it’ll peeve Simon off, he wouldn’t let anyone touch you anyways. Eve gives you a wide eyed worried look “HE’S UGLY DON'T DO IT” shaking of the head. You mouth “it’s fine,” and she shrugs, gives up and goes back to Gaz.

“Take us somewhere they can’t hear us,” you say looking up sultrily. Without warning his lip engulfed yours, sloppily tonguing your mouth open. It’d nasty you’re not going to lie but, you pull away. He takes your hand and  leads you away to the VIP rooms. Looking over your shoulder you make sure to catch Simon’s eyes, but he’s already looking at you. His eyes are dangerously calm tracking your movements through the crowd. Soap is dancing awkwardly around him, almost spilling as he tries to drink. He leads you away up a level to a quiet room, inside there is a view of the dance floor below and plush couches, looking around you spot it. The CCTV. You walk yourself over to the central couch and look up at him, the camera in front you. He walks up to you, eagerly going to pull down his pants. Instantly you reach out your hand and stop him. “Come here and kiss me,” you pull him down to you. Again with that sloppy kiss. 

He’s on the couch and you straddle him.

Simon had watched you get led away from him by a sleazy, college boy that didn’t know how to handle an ass like yours. He was furious at you, he wants nothing more than to teach you your place. Soap spots him, “who’s pissed your porridge big guy,” Soap follows his eyes and chuckles. “Cheeky one that lass is,” he pats Simon on his back. 

“I’ll be back, don’t get lost,” Simon says and walks off, behind him Soap laughs, “can’t promise anything!” 

Simon finds himself heading straight for the security room. The small weazily boy sputtered as he saw Ghost's large figure enter. “I think it’s your time to leave,” he says. The boy tries to protest but as Ghost comes closer he scrambles out of his seat and runs out of the room. Simon looks for you on the large sets of screens. He clicks on your room, his blood rushes instantly to his cock. There you were beautiful, but held by the greedy boy’s hands. He watches you, knowing that you know that he knows he’s watching you. The way you ground your ass into his lap, he wishes that it was him. He sits there for a little longer, getting harder as he feels himself at you pleasuring himself on top of another man, knowing that you too wish it was Simon instead. You toss your head back, making eye contact with the camera, smirking. Simon groans at how devilish your acting. He catches the boy’s hand shoveling themselves under your clothes and he loses it. He storms out of the room and heads straight for the private room. He didn’t even knock as he slammed the door open. The boy beneath you pushes you off scared shitless. You smile at his entrance. “Always knows how to make an entrance,” you laugh out sitting standing up to confront him. He has a crazed look as you stand there makeup smudged, the strap of your dress half off your shoulder. 

“Wh- who are you? Do you know who I am!” The college boy stands up looking pathetic with his pants unbuttoned and a wrinkled shirt. Simon takes two strides and takes him by the shirt.

Baring his teeth, “I don’t fucking care, you could be the god damn prime minister and you still wouldn’t be allowed to touch her,” he grounds out through gritted teeth. The boys looked frightened half to death. 

“Let go of me!” he says, voice cracking as he tries to sound bravado. “She didn’t want you, she picked me. Leave so we were busy.”

“Trust me she didn’t, you leave before you lose that nosey little pecker,” Simon threatens. You watch him, biting your lips and clenching your thighs as you imagine how far he’d be willing to go for you. He shoves the boy to the ground, causing him to stumble and fall then crawls to his feet running out whilst shouting, “my father will hear about this!” 

Simon doesn’t give him a second thought, turning to you. He comes to you towering over you, chest rising and falling in anger.

God he’s gorgeous when he’s angry at you, you think desperately. You smile prettily at him making him growl in frustration. “What am I going to do wihh a little brat like you, hm? Tell me love,” his rough hand touches your bare thigh, riding up.

He takes a step forward, you can feel his muscles tensing as you lay a hand innocently on his chest. “I don’t know, whatever you want Simon,” you practically purr as his thumb makes circles on the inside of your thigh. 

“After that show, I have no choice but to punish you,” his voice is husky, gently grabbing your throat. Your breaths mingle. His size and the ever looming threat suspends in the air around you, replacing the vital oxygen with pure lust. You clench your thighs again in anticipation.

He looks done and your misshapen outfit, slowly his fingers travel from your throat to your shoulders he slips off one strap then the other. You stand there as the dress falls helplessly to the floor. In the red and blue lights he can see your curves, light up angelically. He doesn’t know if he should worship you like a goddess or show you how much of a devil he can be. 

You nipples are hard from the wanting. Your panties are already soaked through. You look down to his tightening pants and bite your bottom lip, at having him fuck you. “Such a pretty thing,” he says absentmindedly.

He takes the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. This kiss wasn't at all like the one before. This kiss made your head swim, and your stomach to flutter. Your hands instantly take hold of him, pulling and clawing at anything so that your bodies are closer together. He steals all the air in your lungs as if he was taking your soul, locking it up so that you can never reach it. You absorb him groans as he gives in to you. This isn’t sexy like what you’ve seen in the movies, it’s messy, desperate, intoxicating. He pinches and teases one of your nipples causing you to moan.

 Breaking apart, lips swollen, he pushes you down to the couch. Above you his eyes dart across your body lusciously remembering every inch for when he’s out in deployment. “Open your legs, shouldn’t be that hard for you, love” he stands there. You look up at him unsure at what he’s going to do. You never knew what that psycho was planning. Obediently you open your legs. Between then he could see the wet patch, and stifles the urge to rip them off and eat you out so much that you won’t even be able to scream his name.

“Good. Show me what you do when I’m not here,” he says, not taking his eyes off of you. You move your fingers down to your soaking cunt. Underneath the panties you start to work yourself, trying to break eye contact. The blood rushes to his cock more. The pain of him wanting to fuck you blurs his thoughts. Seeing you fuck youself was adorable, how you wriggled and struggled to meet his eyes. His pants become unbearably tight and he has to adjust slightly. “Simon,” you whine, bucking your hips as you start to finger yourself.

“That’s it my sweet,” he rumbles. “Imagine that my cock filling you up,” his words fuel your imagination. You whine and moan as you come around your fingers. Splayed out you look like a meal ready to be devoured. Simone drops to his knees and rips your panties off, removing your finger with his tongue. He laps up and down, licking you, circling your swollen clit. Hands pushing your hips to the couch firmly as he tongue fucks your pussy. You hold tightly to his hair trying to grind against his face so that you can come easily. “You don’t come until I say so. Understand?” he says against you. You look down at him and weakly nod your head. He doesn't stop this tormenting, not until you were saying incoherent words begging him to let you come. “Not fucking yet.” 

He has to fuck you. He’s already dripping precum as he takes his member out of his boxers. You lick your lips at the sight. “You want it?” You eagerly say yes, eyes glowing as he takes the tip and puts it to your mouth. “Tounge out for me,” you stick out your tongue. He takes the tip and taps it on your tongue, lubricating it with your spit. You can taste the slight slatiness as lick the precum off. 

On top of you he crushes your body, the pressure reassuring you that this is reality. He teases his tip into you, feeling you clench around him he grunts at your tightness. You feel heavenly to him as you take him in inch by inch like the good slut you are. “That’s it every single inch,” he whispers to your ear. The couch creaks lightly as he starts to pump in and out of you. You feel your climax build up again as the friction rubs off against you. He groans and swears under his breath as he unfurls from sanity. It hurts so fucking bad. “Fuck Simon- please harder-” you’re cut off as he starts to absolutely rail into you. “You like that?” he bites your neck and kisses it, leaving a mark. One hand holding both of yours above your head, the other clamping down on you thigh. “Shit Simon I need to come,” you scream in the crook of his neck.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this?” He goes harder. You try to get the words out but have lost all ability to think, “you shouldn’t have teased me with that frat boy. You really thought he knew how to fuck you?” you shake your head, eyes tearing up at his force. “This pussy is mine, repeat that. This beautiful pussy is mine.”

“This- this-” 

“-beautiful pussy.” he urges. His fucking get faster, you milk him as he goes on.

“This beautiful pussy is- is yours,” you manage to get out. His lips are on yours eating you up, tongue dominating yours. The wet sounds of your soaking cunt being fucked by him fill the room. The sound of flesh against flesh. “Good, come on me,” he puts his hand between you and then circles your clit. You can’t hold it any longer, a slurry of words escape and you are finally able to come. As you clench around he’s unable to hold back, you can feel his cum seeping out of you, as your juices mix and drip down his cock. What a night.

I can’t think of an ending, it took me waaay too long to write this and tomorrow I’ve got a full day so my bad if it’s not edited

(Also please note that yes this an/ can be an example of a healthy relationship, if you feel like you've experienced this plz be careful loves xx)

[l1ftinggqueen]

Hey babesss I need tips for lifting from s3ph0ra! PLZ I'M DESPERATE

ive never lifted from a stand-alone se4ah, i normally only l1ft from ones inside k0hls (the easiest) and jcp3nny. for k0hls if recommend taking the product you want out of the packaging if you can, because u don’t have to worry about tags nd stuff. then bend down behind a shelf and conceal. just make sure it’s not restocking day bc if it’s restocking day it’s nearly impossible to find a place to conceal bc of all the employees. when you’re concealing jst make sure nobody is around. you could also conceal on the end caps, (the outside of the aisles) just make sure they aren’t the ones next to the register and you’ll be good! and if you don’t feel comfortable l1fting from the se4ah, kohls has little stands and they normally look like this,

and they will always be near the return desks. when i l1ft from the little stands i always grab what i want and normally conceal in the kids toys aisles bc those rarely have cameras, or the bedding aisles. and they’re super easy to l1ft from bc unlike se4ah there aren’t a whole lot of cameras around the stands.

now for jcp3nny se4ah, i don’t rlly have much advice bc i’ve only l1fted from there once b4 when i was on vacay, but what i did was grab the item i want, make sure no one saw me, then walk around the aisle corner and conceal (idk if that makes sense 🤨) i’m not too sure on how there lp works so i’d do it at a location you aren’t coming back to for a little while.

srry this was so long i just wanted to explain it as best as i could lol, hope this helps!! <33

[thrpr0phetuseek]

“ . . . what?”

“Wait—! Athena. I—I’m sorry if I’ve troubled you. My memory has been failing me more and more as of late, especially ever since my run-in with the Lethe. Please, if you do so choose, sit down and tell me how we know each other, what bond we had.”

“I’d like to try and remember all that I can.”

Hello?

Father where are you?

-Athena is walking around the underworld. Her spear in hand. Her wings are lowered as well-

- @the-warrior-of-the-mind

[ the prophet at first seemed to be nowhere, at least, nowhere visible, but the further Athena walked, the more signs appeared that they were here ]

[ and that something had happened ]

[ upon finding the prophet, the first noticeable detail was their sitting, shaking form. The second most noticeable—and most terrifying detail—was that their blindfold was off, leaving them with a face unrecognizable and dead. Black, empty sockets seemingly stared back ]

[ they looked weak, vulnerable; no staff, no blindfold, they were defenseless ]

[ feeling an unwelcome presence, the prophet shifted backwards, raising a trembling hand, and speaking one, simple word ]

“Don’t.”

[nerdycanible1]

Heyo! Anyone want some Lin Fanart? :D

Here you go!

I'd like to think this is right after Suyin hurt her and Lin may or may be blinded 👀💧

I'm not exactly good with expressions but I wanted to show Lin in both pain but also the anger and hate in her eyes.

All art belongs to me. If reposted plz credit!

Accidentally written a little one shot that's horrible. I meant to take a nap but just sat in my living room typing this and munching on food!

Enjoy- tho I doubt it'll be good 💀

Suyin would undoubtedly be upset she hurt her sister, but wouldn't be prepared to see this expression. An expression she's never seen on Lin before and is possibly ingrained in her mind forever.

Suyin would go to help Lin but Lin would refuse to let Suyin any closer and literally build a wall preventing Suyin from getting close.

Toph shows up and asking what happened, comforts Suyin upon feeling the little ones erratic heart beating all before Suyin tells her mother she's sorry and that Lin's hurt.

Toph goes to see what happens and all she hears is Lin barking at the healer to just do what they can and a slam of a door closing. Toph could sense something is wrong with Lin and can tell she'd faint at any moment if she don't step in only for Lin to hold her hand up at her mother and tells her, "Not now."

Before Toph could say anything Lin tosses her metal coils down on the ground and telling Toph that they'd need to be upgraded and that it's best for everyone in the facility to get them reworked.

Lin's face begins to swell up, the blood is trickling onto the ground and the healer helplessly following Lin around as she's barking orders but is starting to sway and almost faint.

Toph ends up freezing Lin in her place with her metal armor just to help the poor healer out and demands Lin to tell her what happened.

Lin straining too much and only just begins to fall to her knees as she can't fight against her mother in the state she's in, her heart aches, her face feels in agony and she feels ready to fall asleep.

The next thing she knows, she wakes up in a dimly lit room. She could smell the incense and the sandal wood and the light smell of spring in the air. She could hear yelling down the hallway between her aunt and mother, Suyin screaming that it was Lin's fault and of course the numbing pain on Lin's face.

She knew what happened and knew how bad the wound was. She didn't need a healer to tell her how bad the wound was because she felt it, could already sense her other senses strengthening.

With a sigh the metalbender slowly turned her head which made the blood in her head pump and practically caused her brain to ache as she tried to look out the window.

It took too long for Lin to focus and could see the sun had set a bit ago. She'd sit up and leave if she could but just the thought of it hurt Lin's head and she didn't want to go through that pain.

"We don't arrest family!!"

"And look what happened! Agni Toph, Lin got hurt and Suyin's in shambles! I'm not asking you to arrest Suyin I'm just asking you to help her. Ground her! She needs a mother Toph, not an absent one!"

"If I need any advice from you I'd ask! It's just a scratch, Beifong's don't get hurt!-"

"Mom?-"

"-And what do you know about raising kids Sugar Queen? Your two oldest couldn't wait to leave you and where are they now?!"

"-Aunt Katara?-"

"-That's not fair and you know it! They're grown up! Let them do as they and ex- you know what? Forget it! Since you're blind to see what's in front of you I'll tell you! Lin hates you and you don't know why! You're so concerned about your job, about your name, about your position, about metalbending that you forgot what's important!"

"And what's so important huh?!"

"That Lin is important too!"

The silence is what stung Lin the most. Maybe it was the hesitance or maybe the fact that her mother took a whole 10 seconds to finally respond. It was enough for Lin to realize her mother never saw Lin on any level of importance in a very long time.

"So what. She's a big girl, she doesn't need me. She didn't need me when she started tying her shoes, she don't need me now."

Lin sighed felt tears prickle in her eye before quietly crawling out of bed and out the window. She made her way down to the beach and sat down mauling over her aunt and mother's words.

Maybe her mother was right. Maybe Lin was the first to start pushing everyone away. Maybe she forgot what family was. It would make sense why her mother and younger sister were close and how she wasn't. Maybe Lin stopped being apart of the family once she realized she was nowhere near the same as them. When she was the one ruining their fun and becoming a "party pooper."

And even if that was true, even if it were very much apparent, it didn't hurt any less. People used to tell her how much her mother and her were alike. Nicknaming her Little Toph or Tiny Beifong. That she was going to be just like her mother and become a great metalbender.

She thought that since she looked like her mother, became an officer like her mother, bent the same stones as her mother, that she and her would share a bond. A bond that no one would understand but them.

It hurt her once Suyin was born, it was like Toph and her clicked right away and suddenly Lin wasn't Little Toph anymore. She became Miss cranky pants or miss you're-not-Suyin's-mom. She was no longer little Chief but an annoyance to her and her mother. A nag that ruined the fun.

The more people saw Suyin and Toph together the more they said Suyin was exactly like her. Rough, abrasive, strong, stubborn and a powerful metalbender.

A metalbender. Lin just realized why her mother favored Suyin over her. It was because Suyin was a great metalbender. Maybe that's why she loved Suyin more than her.

Lin ran her fingers through the coarse sand and stared up at the moon. Was she always this different? Was she ever in the spotlight to begin with? Lin didn't know but she knew she'd have to accept that she'll never be good enough. Even as she thought these things, Toph was probably taking care of Suyin because she was upset.

Maybe one day Lin would be a true Beifong and everything will be fixed. One day where she was just liked her mother and sister and they could be happy. One day where she didn't become a buzz kill.

Maybe one day she'll be a great metalbender that was worth her mother's time. She just hoped it was soon rather than later. She didn't want to be the only one left behind.

[euniexenoblade]

I may have asked you this before, and I'm really sorry, so I'm gonna be on anon for this. I. hate. cleaning. I've always hated cleaning. I just...have some strange aversion to cleaning. When I'm elsewhere, I clean just fine. But when it's my own stuff and area...I just avoid it for as long as possible. Executive dysfunction really sucks. What advice do you have that you can give me?

Executive dysfunction is tough, because it's really really hard to get around sometimes. Nothing I say will be a sure fire way to get through it, but I hope something I say can be helpful.

First of all, do not expect that you'll clean the whole house or anything. Just focus on a small amount at a time. Doesn't even have to be a whole room. Make it like, "today I will take care of x in the bathroom." It'll be so much easier. Maybe do like, one task a day if possible, and allow yourself to not keep up with that. You're allowed to skip chores, it's not the end of the world.

I like to open up the windows and let sunlight in, I also really like to blast music (or headphones if need be) and just go for it. I approach it like a jog, activity i need to power through and music is the energy. Serious about that sunlight, it wakes you up and brightens the mood.

As I said, start small. Is there garbage in your room? Pick it up and throw it out. There you go, there's one task. You can call it done there if you want. Do you have dishes scattered around your room? Pick em up and put them in the sink. There you go! A whole new task completed!

If the trash needs to go out, take it out when you leave the house. On your way to work? Take the trash out on the way. Gonna check the mail? Take the trash out.

Dishes can be daunting but if you break it into smaller tasks it can be a lot more manageable. When I'm at my girlfriend's house I tend to do the dishes immediately following the meal. (This is largely cuz they have so few dishes in general and so they're available when we want to eat next buuuut) This makes it so dishes don't stack up. Washing one bowl and one spoon and maybe a pan is a lot less work than a collected stack. You could also just load dishes into a dishwasher (assuming you have one) as you go. A lot of people don't do this which kinda always surprises me, but if you finish your meal, immediately when getting up, put the dishes in the dishwasher. No wait. Just do it. Dishes can't stack if they're already in the machine that's going to clean them.

Executive dysfunction is really hard to get around sometimes, and I'm sorry if none of this actually helped. But, with a lot of things with low energy or depression, you gotta kinda just make yourself do it. I know that seems redundant, "I can't make myself do it that's why it's a problem" but it is genuinely true. Sometimes you gotta just force it to happen. It's ok not to always be on top of everything. It's ok if today you just can't do it. It's ok if there are things you can't do and need help. Don't beat yourself up over it, that's not gonna help. Remember that it's ok to take breaks and not finish tasks.

Reward yourself. After you do the thing, do something you like. Eat chocolate, watch that show you've been waiting for, get high, whatever you want. (I like to take a big hot bath with a lush bath bomb, it's a great reward hehe~)

Buy a maid uniform, lots of people have told me that helps them power through chores :)

I don't know if any of that will help, but I hope it does.

Also, while I'm doing this, back on my last blog I wrote a post in reply to an ask of "how exactly do I clean my room" and I haven't been able to find it. So I think it'd be good to recreate it here. This is a lot more intensive, so anon plz don't feel inclined to do any of this. This is entirely for if people have the energy and ability, a bit closer to what I do.

Put on music. Absolutely the most important thing is having fun with it. Put on that song you like to sing along to, or that song you like to dance to, get yourself some energy. Jam the fuck out.

This is big optional, so feel free to skip this one if you don't want to do it. If you have a ceiling fan, wipe the top of the blades. Dust collects there even if you've been using it. But, if you haven't been using it, you don't want to knock all that dust down when you finally do. Go get yourself a duster for like $5 somewhere. If you just can't do that I'd recommend using a dry rag (always use dry things for dusting).

Do you have any dirty clothes? Whether in a hamper or on the floor, pick them up first and get the washer going, do the rest while the washer runs.

Get a trash bag. Do you have any trash in your room? Empty bottles, cans, wrappers, paper, any trash whatsoever: pick it up and put it in the bag.

Do you have any dishes laying around? Pick them up now and put them in the sink.

Wipe down any surfaces that might be dusty. Again, duster or dry rag. You can use paper towels if you want but I feel they're not very good for this task. Now wipe down any that might be dirty, from trash, dishes or whatever. Wet paper towel is allowed if you have no alternative, wet rag is probably better, lysol wipes tend to be my preference, if you're really fancy then you can get specific cleaners for wood and stuff (I wouldn't worry about this if all your shits cheap Ikea or Walmart though).

Whenever the washer finishes, of course move it to the dryer, but also put your bedding in the wash. You're cleaning the whole room, there's no way there isn't gunk on your bedding. This bit is kinda predicated on being able to wash/dry whenever you want. if you're reliant on a laundromat, edit this to whatever makes sense to you.

If you have carpet, I'd recommend to vacuum now. If you don't have a vacuum, no shame but I do recommend them. I wouldn't recommend a Dyson even though they look and seem cool, if you want a decent vacuum just stick to the normal top brands and you'll be fine. If you want one but don't have much money, get one of those small hand ones. If you have a hard floor, swiffer that shit.

You are largely done! Sometimes things may not be this easy but try your best with what you have and it'll be fine. Even doing just one of these things will feel good afterwards. Feel free to take breaks, to stop all together, reward yourself when you're done. It's just cleaning your room, don't think of it as a big deal.

[graceandpurity]

im gonna leave soon, dont try to change me it’s gonna be this month

ive been severely bullied and i want justice for myself but my crippling depression won’t let me speak for myself so I want to release the names of the people who bullied but I don’t know if it’s right

but do u think it’s right?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for putting down my foot about staying at home to keep the family peace?

I (14F) have a younger brother (11M) who's autistic. His diagnosis states that he needs to have everyone close to him at all times, needs to know what everyone is doing, and needs to be able to participate in everything. Also he's generally a little asshole.

Before y'all start on with the "he's autistic he can't help it", let me state that sure, there's a certain amount he can't help. BUT he's also allowed to basically rule the household, so he's literally an asswipe just because he knows he can get away with it. I've been homeschooled my whole life, not allowed to do any extracurriculars, etc., because of him. He has literal screaming, throwing things, crying fits whenever anyone even mentions leaving the house or doing anything without him.

We literally have to do stuff like go to the grocery store as a family. I've lost most of the friends I have managed to make just because he's always with me and he's so fucking annoying. I tried telling my parents 90% of his behavior issues are based off the fact that they let him act the way he does, but they won't listen.

So I'm going to be in high school this spring, and I want to go to our local public school and just be a normal teenager. My parents say no, because of my brother. I'm seriously at the end of my rope. I was so depressed throughout middle school because all my neighborhood friends went off to school and I was stuck at home with my family 24/7. I don't know what to do anymore.

So would I be the asshole if I stuck my feet in the muck and stayed there until they let me go to high school and be a normal human? (advice in the comments is welcome too plz help)

What are these acronyms?

[fairyminnie444]

Hello! I have a question about manifesting a skill, and i would really love ur advice on it plz.

So Let’s say I’m learning how to draw, so I decide now that I’m the best artist ever. However, when I start drawing, it doesn't turn out the way I want it to or I don’t see any improvement…Should I just continue to affirm and ignore what I drew, telling myself, “Yep, I’m the best artist ever”? Should I proceed normally despite the results?

Whenever I keep drawing and notice that it isn’t meeting my expectations, it leads to me feeling unmotivated. This makes me feel like I need to practice more, which I don’t want to do lol. After all, if I had the skill already, wouldn’t that mean I don’t need to practice at all? For example let’s say I wanted to draw hands and they don't come out the way I wanted … do I just keep going and not practice it? or do I look up how to draw it? lol I feel like looking for help defeats the purpose of practicing since I said I know how to do it.

How can I get myself out of the mindset of feeling the need to practice all the time to "improve"? I'm constantly seeing comments in the art community like, "It's going to take time to get to where I am," or "You need to practice every day for at least 10 minutes to get better."

I think I’m most confused when it comes to the practice part of wanting to manifest a new skill. Bc why would I need to learn if I know everything ? lol. I try not to let the 3d get to me so I’ll usually just put my art book away and then I’ll affirm that I’m the best at it all. It just sucks to feel that unmotivation to grab my book, since I feel like I'm not making any progress and that I have to practice to get better.

I have the same question when it comes to learning how to sing or picking up a new language. For instance, if I say I'm the best singer, what do I do when I don't sound good or not quite how I want? Or if I say I know how to speak all languages but struggle to speak it?

Idk If this is a dumb question or a confusing one but plz help lol I think I’m a little confused! I just wanted to know so I can realize my mistakes so I won’t make them again. I’m so Srry this is a lot 😭. Tysm❤️

Hiii 🩷 this is a good question!

Manifesting a skill (like drawing, singing, or learning a language) involves assuming the identity of someone who already has it. You’re not “faking” it—you’re choosing to step into the version of yourself who possesses that skill effortlessly.

However, when you manifest a skill, you’re not necessarily bypassing the physical expression of it. Your actions and external reality reflect your inner state. If you’re still perceiving yourself as someone who “needs to practice” or “isn’t good enough yet,” the 3D will mirror that back.

How to Handle “Imperfections” in the Process:

• Detach from the result.

If you draw a hand and it doesn’t look perfect, remind yourself: This is just a temporary reflection of my old state. It doesn’t define me now.

• Persist in your belief.

Affirm: I am the best artist ever. My skill flows effortlessly through me. Feel the truth of this, regardless of what the 3D shows.

• Redefine practice.

Instead of seeing practice as “effort to improve,” view it as the natural expression of your skill. In other words, your drawing session isn’t about “getting better” but simply about embodying the artist you already are.

Looking up tutorials or resources doesn’t negate your manifestation. Think of it like this:

If you already believed you were the best artist, would you feel bad about exploring techniques? No, you’d likely feel inspired to refine or try new things—not from a place of lack, but from abundance.

• Shift your perspective:

Instead of thinking, I need to practice to improve, affirm: I am naturally gifted, and I explore art because it’s fun and fulfilling.

• For singing or language:

Similarly, singing exercises or language practice can be seen as a joyful expression of the mastery you already possess, not as a chore to “become good.”

What About Feeling Unmotivated?

When results don’t align with your expectations, it’s easy to feel demotivated. Here’s how to overcome that:

• Refocus on your state of being.

Instead of focusing on how your drawing looks now, focus on how it feels to be the best artist. Feel that confidence and joy.

• Celebrate progress, even if it’s subtle.

Every line you draw, every note you sing, or every sentence you speak is evidence of your chosen identity.

A Practical Example

Let’s take your example of drawing hands:

1. Before drawing, center yourself and affirm: I am an incredible artist. My hands create effortlessly.

2. As you draw, if it doesn’t turn out how you expect, remind yourself: This is temporary; I already have the skill.

3. Choose to enjoy the process. If you feel inspired to look up a hand tutorial, do it from a place of curiosity, not lack.

You’re not forcing yourself to be something you’re not; you’re uncovering the truth of who you’ve decided to be. The 3D will catch up as long as you persist in that state of knowing. Instead of focusing on the “imperfections,” shift your attention to the joy and mastery that already exist within you.

[holy3cake]

WIP Wednesday!

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Thank you for the tag my lovelies @paula-in-dreamland and @lord-aldhelm!!

Uhhhhh so this week has been VERY tough for me writing wise. I did get a bit of Chapter 16 done of In his Father's footsteps done, but not enough to be happy with just yet. I've mostly had plot ideas, but I'm in such a rut right now I'd appreciate any fic advice <3

Hot priest modern AU. So this one is Aethelstan as a modern day priest or monk, and Osbert comes into the Church for some kind of spiritual healing. Mainly because I want to write Aethelstan with a black shirt and white collar (end me. I want to make this a depraved smutty fic but again CAN SOMEONE GUIDE ME PLZ).

The modern AU I've been thinking of when the TLK gang end up travelling to 2025 and being in a supermarket or something. Uhtred trying to pay the Tesco cashier with ancient silver.

The gardener AU I didn't know I needed (@bilbotargaryen XD) which is just Osbert working as a gardener and being all sweaty and covered in dirt and all that. Maybe Aethelstan needs his garden tending to (LMAO).

But yeah. I need writing help, please :3

No Pressure tags: @grinningkatz @lancedoncrimsonwings @book-and-music-lover @synintheraven @kingslionheart

@errruvande @waterfallsilverberrywrites @bilbotargaryen @thenameswinter99 @persephones-journey @whitedarkmoonflower @ladyinred2248

[konniesreality]

I've a piece of advice for everyone who trying to shifting/void whatever just give your self 3 days

For the next 3 days spend your day reprogramming your mind look ik going to void /shifting is easy you don't need a whole ass method or whatevaa but as we have certain believes and perspective towards life so initially it's a bit hard to just accept something new for our subconscious it says (no that's not true)

But just imagine you are at a new place so obviously you don't know the routes right? But what if someone keep telling you again n again that this way goes to hotel, this way goes hotel after few time you'll be like ohhh fuckk ik can you plz stop

Same way we have to let our mind get familiar with this new route

But firstly you should believe that shifting/ void do exist don't be like ohh is it even real it seems unreal to you because you haven't heared it from your childhood but that's doesn't mean it does not exist, so first of all stop questing yourself about it's existence

Now what you have to do is select 3 days from your preference and keep it in your mind that on the third day you are going to shift another thing during these 3 days at the initial 2 days don't try to shift I'll explain you later why you should not.

Day 1- just take a piece of paper or your phone anything it's up to you there should be two columns first believes second disbelieve now what you gonna do is on the believes section write things which you actually believe such as water keeps us hydrated but along with these sentence put some shifting/ void sentence repeatedly such as I can shift, shifting is easy for me, regardless of everything I'll shift, and much more it should be in a way which seems natural to you that's why I said put basic things which you actually believe in between first line should be any basic thing which you believe then about shifting then something else then again shifting like that and on the disbelief side write down things which you don't believe keep it simple like ghosts, black magic, and so on once you done go through this list throughout the day and lock it down in your subconscious that yeah this is what I believe and this is what I don't okayy?

Day 2- so this day you have to show gratitude towards whatever you believe like God or may be universe or whatever your superpower your guardian angel it could be anything show gratitude that omg I'm so grateful I came to know about this concept I meant to fulfill my desires or I deserve to live my DR that's why out of millions of people only few people know about this and I'm one of them also you just have to stay excited of course not the whole day but whenever you can because one day has already pass you are on the second and finally tomorrow is the day when you entering your DR so stay happy cheer the moment, feel excited about it you get it right?

Day 3- FINALLY YOUR DAY HAS ARRIVED TODAY IS THE DAY MY KUDOSSS!

This entire day you have to think that everything every single thing whatever you are doing throughout the day is bringing you closer to your DR let's say you are drinking water you'll be like ysss this water helps in my shifting, omg I'm taking a nap this brings me closer to my DR and stuff like that also keep reminding yourself that today is the day every second every minute that passes bring you close to the time when you are going to shift and enter in your desired reality.

Now at night do whatever method you follow for shifting and just enter like yess ENTER IN YOUR DESIRED REALITY GOOO DO IT!!!

And a bonus point you can do vaunts, and listen to subliminal throughout these three days ( it's optional btw but it helps)

Let me know the success stories byy byyy🤍🤍

Thank you so much anon! Everyone do thisssss 💗💗💗💗💗💗

[girlboypersonthingy]

could I request a very fluffy keith x reader headcanons where they're having a bonding moment (hehe, I cradled you into my arms) because they ended up on a planet during a mission and are waiting for rescue? you don't have to do this if you don't like it of course!

HELLO YOU ARE MY FIRST REQUEST ANON AND ILYSM 🥰 yes I love love love this idea. Also, i had a hard time writing this as headcanons so I decided to write it as like a headcanon/imagine hybrid kinda thing. I hope that’s cool… sorry I’m new to writing this stuff. ALSO this turned out so long I got carried away soRRYYY. Enjoy~

Ps: plz plz plz request more. Somebody, anybody? Thnx 💋

So…y’all are stuck on a planet where the atmosphere is mostly made up of sulfur so it’s not breathable for humans like you

Keith would be pacing non stop, trying to get in contact with the team. He’s so mad his face is nearly as red as his armor.

You are much less worried, knowing that brainiac Pidge would find y’all eventually

It was supposed to be an easy mission, just responding to a distress signal. You and Keith were sent together bc you two work really well together, but when the galra swooped in, you knew it was a setup to steal the red lion.

Of course, Keith took them all out but not without red taking a couple heavy blows

Red needed to rest now that the imminent threat had been neutralized. The lion fought hard without help from the others and would not respond to either of you…and Keith was not handling it well

“C’mon red! You’re gonna give up on me now?! Ugh, you really are the most temperamental lion! You’re such a brat…”

The tense but strong chemistry between Keith and his lion was always something that intrigued you. They really were meant to be.

He eventually gives up trying to talk to red, sitting beside you on the ground.

You and Keith weren’t really close but you trained together nearly every day and you physically complimented each other very well. You always had each others back.

Besides training, you didn’t see him all that much. He likes to skip meals and take late night showers. It’s almost like he’s been avoiding you for a while now

With you around, Keith is all bite and no bark. Sure, he’ll grab and push you around while training but actually having a conversation with you??? Hell nah. Keith no likey talking.

He usually corrects the others’ form and posture and gives advice when training with the them, but not with you. Instead he gives you a lot of thumbs up and small, proud smirks.

Whenever you try to talk to him, you’re lucky if you get any words out of him. Usually, it’s just hums of agreement or head nods.

You think Keith doesn’t like you or finds you annoying with how quiet he is around you

Not having the same armor as the paladins, you were finding your suit to be too thin for the climate on this planet. You were shivering.

Keith notices this immediately but stays still, unsure of how to help you. If he had his jacket rn, he’d totally toss it at you nonchalantly

And suddenly he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you off the ground and along with him.

“Where are we going?” He doesn’t respond, just let’s your hand go but keeps walking, expecting you to follow and you do.

He glances back to check that you’re still there and notices you limping ever so slightly. You’re trying not to let him see this bc you don’t want to piss him off more than he already is.

With Keith piloting, there was no where for you to be in his lion besides standing behind his chair. As he dodged attacks from the galra, you had been thrown around a bit.

He stops walking, making you nearly crash into the back of him.

He turns to you, refusing to even look at you before he sighs loudly. You feel guilty, not wanting to burden him with taking care of you.

“You’re hurt.” “No I’m fine.” “No, you’re limping.” “It’s fine, I can keep walking.”

He turns his back to you and just stands there, hands at his sides. You’re unsure of what to do or say until he looks back at you with a straight face.

“Hop on my back.” “No, Keith. I can walk.” “Just let me carry you.” “No. I said I’m fine. Really, I-“ He cuts you off.

“God dammit, (Y/N), you’re just as stubborn as red! You’re limping and you’re shivering and you’re lying to my face about it. I can tell you need some help, IM OFFERING YOU HELP. Now let me give you a lift to some shelter or SO HELP ME-“

You’re stunned, not because he was lowkey being an ass but because he’s never said so many words to you at one time.

Keith is the epitome of “if a boy is being mean or bullying you, it’s bc he likes you”

He’s talking to you like he was when he first found the red lion and was like “it’s me…Keith. I AM YOUR P A L A D I N.”

Mf is lowkey so mean to you sometimes but he’s not trying to be mean, you just make him feel weird and tingly inside and it embarrasses him and that makes him mad. He’s mad that he doesn’t know how to properly communicate with you without sounding stupid. He’s mad at himself, not at you tho

Dude just doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings

You hop up on his back, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His hands grip the back of your knees and he trudges forward.

He carries you until he finds a small dim cave, hoping the shelter would keep you warm. He lets go of your legs without warning, making you slip off him. As you land on your feet, you hiss at the pain in your knee.

As he turns to you, you can barely see him but his face looks different now.

You can see his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly hanging open

He never looks you in the eye and always has an annoyed and smug look on his face when you’re around. So seeing his face soften with concern and guilt for YOU made you freeze up.

“S-sorry.” He mumbles before holding out his hand to you. You’re confused like ??? What is this? What do you want me to do with this?

If there were more light in here, you’d see his face turning red as he’s stepping closer to you until you’re side by side. He slips his arm around your waist and gently lowers you to the ground.

As your butt meets the ground, you stretch out your leg and rub your knee, huffing in pain. Now that he knew you were hurt, no reason to act like you weren’t.

He sat along side you, your bodies still up against each other. He moves his arm from your waist to your shoulders, pulling you close.

Keith never touched you unless you were training together or you were in danger and needed his help so this physical contact with him made your heart go AFTHNJDFH ❤️‍🔥

The piggy back ride and the helping you to the ground were normal for him but him holding you close like this…omfg

Keith is slowly shutting down from embarrassment and nervousness. You can hear his breathing speed up as he’s praying that the others will find y’all soon or he might pass out

You lean into him, shivering still. His hand rubs up and down your arm in an attempt to warm you up.

Noticing that this isn’t working, he lets you go and scoots to sit behind you. He pulls you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, your arms now pinned under his.

“Thanks.” You say to him before leaning back against him more, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

Just as you’re getting comfy…

“Keith? Come in, Keith? Hello?”

You can faintly hear Shiro’s voice over the comms in Keith’s helmet. You tilt your head back more to look up at Keith’s face, he looks relieved but slightly disappointed…as if he didn’t want this moment to end so soon.

As he responds, he keeps his arms around you tightly, his hands gently rubbing your upper arms and you just cant look away from him now.

He held you against him for what felt like hours but it was really only like 10 minutes until Lance pokes his head in the cave, a loud “AAWWWW” coming from him.

Keith tilted his head back and let out a loud groan. Of all people to come save y’all…LANCE???

“They’re cold.” “Oh suuurrre.” “THEY ARE! Tell him, (Y/N).” “Yeah, I’m freezing.”

Lance flashes you both a snarky grin before Keith stands, pulling you up slowly.

“Then if it’s no big deal, I can carry (Y/N) back.” “No!” Keith responds quickly before he picks you up bridal style.

You’re surprised he can handle your weight in this position. Sure he was strong but piggy back would’ve been an easier option.

But you weren’t complaining…and neither was he ❤️‍🔥 (and Lance is lowkey like 🥹 as he follows behind you guys)