#random confession

[yaraaltrospace]

OC writing random confession!

(Anyone did this yet? Whatever, I'll do it and you can share your stories too!)

About Atsuha and Jujutsu Aiko-ka in general, even if mainly being a Jujutsu Kaisen-centered AU, sometimes I imagine certain scenes and moments as Monogatari-style montages.

Quick cuts to phrases, visual references, maybe a long dialogue with mise-en-scene stuff; whatever your opinions on Monogatari might be, you can't deny the anime adaptation has a very clever choice when it comes to scene building.

Your turn! Tag 5 people, and let's share our experiences and choices to create!

[pseudocyance]

stupid confession I just remembered

Until I was like 10 I thought the lyric (edit:from let it go) was "Kevin knows I tried" instead of "heaven knows I tried"

I am very non-religous and have never been to any church in my entire life

It took me asking my mom who Kevin was to figure out what it was lol

[eratohitomi]

So... it ends?

Those endless conversations got us to places that we created in our minds. You wouldn’t have thought it was romantic and I would have thought you were my one. My life was great yesterday until I introduced myself to you— it was overwhelming to consume when you figured my energy was too much.

My eyes used to crinkle up and my heart would skip a beat when your name appeared on my phone screen, now my lips curl downward when I see you around the net. You didn’t keep me up at most nights but you made me question how a man like you could get me all beamed up just to stagger out of the room steadily.

Were my friends’ thoughts of you true or did I have selective hearing? Did I get comfortable way too easily or were you too quick to call it a day? Were we like one of those sad songs waiting to end or was it just the bridge?

It wasn’t pointless to me, to say the very least— now that I know it wasn’t me hitting the stop button. You did get my hopes up when you were only meant to tiptoe around my feelings. And, no. I was nowhere near angry at you.

But, just letting you know that I was the one who got away and you missed it. My feelings were valid, they were sincere. Be it as soft as a passing breeze or as big as the quiet ocean. You didn’t get to stomp on it when you grew tired of it.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

random confession:

every time I see your banner I just really want to make purple rock candy to put in a jar for witchy aesthetic and snacks 💎💜🤤

(I crave cronching on pretty rocks and crystals because mmmminerals)

SAME!!! Crystals are so pretty I just need to cronch them!

I wonder if that’s why I like them so much 🤔🤔🤔

(Rock candy is the best)

[ngmn2002]

Ahhh… there are times when I just randomly ask myself "why do I love Tsukasa this much again?" ... ... ... ... Then his glorious image comes into my mind and I just end up falling in love with him more than before. It's stronger than me.

[delightfulgardeningtool]

I stole something from a church..(it was an egg-shaped bouncy ball)

[minichaosmaker]

after quarantine i had lost all social skills and to try to be funny to my classmates i walked straight into a brick wall

[fr3nchtoastcrunch]

Something I did a lot as a kid that's more than a little embarrassing and frankly quite gross, but I'd like to know...

As a kid, did you often try to hide the fact that you'd wet the bed? Like, you'd wake up and be like "aw, fuck" but then decide "what if I didn't tell anyone?" and just like that, the mission began.

I did this a lot. My mom would ask if me if I peed and I'd lie to her and say "no mom" and I would literally spend the rest of the day trying to hide the fact that I'd done it.

My results were often mixed, but generally poor. I'd say I had about a 30% success rate when doing this. Whether it be the very obvious stain or the unpleasant smell it gave off, I'd usually get found out.

If it was my mom or dad who picked it up, it was game over right there. But if it was one of my siblings, they'd occasionally do me a solid and promise to not snitch. Occasionally.

Sometimes I'd try to lie and say that I spilled a drink on myself. This worked fabulously until I started using it too often, so I resorted to only using it in the case that I genuinely did (I've always been ridiculously clumsy) in order to regain my parents' trust.

On the rare occasions where I did succeed - especially when nobody even suspected it - I'd feel quite proud of my accomplishment, as though I was a master spy and it was another mission accomplished, when in reality I'd just told a really stupid lie and gotten away it.

I know, this is disgusting to talk about, but I really want to know if anyone else did this, let alone as often as I did. In other words, was anyone as weird and depraved as I was in my youth...basically?

[kindaeccentric]

i just want to play a lecherous big boss villain in someone's music video

[cerisechapstick]

A weird thing about me is that when I'm nervous and about to start panicking, instead of trying to take deep breaths, I whisper the words of a particular song to myself. I won't say what the song is because it's a really personal song to me, but it reminds me of a person who I really love💕

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Arthur: I’m in love with you.

Merlin, scoffing: Yeah, how many others have you said that to?

Arthur: Everyone.

Merlin: …what?

Arthur: I told everyone I’m in love with you.

[lucabyte]

siffrin starts the game with oddly empty pockets for a rogue who has a habit of stashing away every little trinket that isn't nailed down

and a hardy pocketwatch is an indispensable tool for oceanic navigation

[prompt-heaven]

some reactions to a love confession

"..."

"...what?"

"What? Are you serious? Right now of all places, you really think it's the time to just blurt something like that out? You fucking-, urghh...."

"Wait, what?"

"...oh."

"Cut the bullshit, what do you really want? Because you should damn well know by now that kind of talk doesn't work on me."

"Excuse me?" *fucking clutching my pearls*

"Oh, no..."

"No, please don't. Please don't do this."

"Please stop saying that."

"Just don't."

slap them.

"I hate you."

"I hate you." (affectionately)

"No you don't. I know you may think you do, but you don't, not really."

"Okay."

"...okay..."

"Oh, okay.... uh.... look, I care about you too, so much, but just not like that. I'm really sorry."

"Alright. Tell me again when you finally mean it."

"Tell me again when we make it out of here alive."

"Ah, sure you do."

"I thought I was always just a friend in your eyes..."

"Since when?"

"I had no idea... why did you never tell me before?"

"I'm sorry, I can't... I want to, but I can't..."

just kiss them instead of finding the words.

kiss them as soon as they confess and thereby shut up whatever else they wanted to say.

"Took you long enough."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Ditto."

"I know."

start tearing up.

start full on crying.

start crying happy tears.

start crying angry/confused/frustrated tears.

"Shut up."

"Shut up." (affectionately)

"Seriously?" (hello early seasons of grey's anatomy with all of the seriously's ♡)

"Say it again."

"Oh my god, it all makes so much sense now!"

start giggling uncontrollably.

start laughing uncontrollably.

goes nonverbal.

[ssaraexposs]

Bro's obsessed (with a guy he just met)

[teabagboy]

I'd make some joke about s5 spoilers but i think ill just smash my head into the wall instead

[lefaystrent]

"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.