#small mini vent idk

[eveanderland34]

One thing to know about me. Iss That i literally fucking hate dresses

Like- THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO VULNERABLE?? I hate it. Fuck dresses. I want a tuxedo.

[marukfe]

I'm still dwelling over that stupid thing I said to a stranger GDJAFAK

I'M REALLY HOPING I SENT IT AS ANONYMOUS CUZ IT WAS A REALLY STUPID QUESTION..,

Idk dude they might just think im a weird person and that I shouldn't even exist at all or something

Aaa man this is why I don't trust my brain when I'm eepy </3

[messenger-of-babel]

Home is Where the Heart is

Summary: You could never tell what Jason was thinking, and this particular night he has a lot on his mind. (Jason Todd x reader)

Word Count: 2.0K

Notes: Mini vent- had a bad day and this week has been really tough so I’m changing up the layout of today as well so I could put out a fic that was a little easier on my mind (I always need to have more pep in my step when I write for my lanterns idk why haha. So sorry Kyle my baby I want to do you justice so you're on backburner). It was indeed written to Ed Sheeran on loop cause I needed to lock in fr. ❤️❤️

Enjoy Lovelies~! xx

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When Jason looked at you, you often wondered what he was thinking.

What was passing through his mind that made his irises gleam that brilliant shade of emerald or let the natural curve of his smile adored his face. However, every time that you asked he just blew his hair from his eyes gruffly, but let the smile stay. "That's a secret," he'd say before his hand would pull you to kiss side and he'd press a soft kiss on your forehead.

It was a little known fact that the Red Hood was in fact Jason Todd, but it was known to even less that Jason Todd was actually a romantic at heart. Sure, he had a mouth on him, and he was on the receiving end of your hand up the back of his head more often than he wasn't. But he was also the quiet kind of clingy, the kind that would never ask to hug you or initiate contact, but would stay up so he could have your back pressed against his chest the second you slipped into bed. He'd laugh when you brushed the hair out of his eyes, the scar on the corner of his mouth unable to stop his boyish grin. It was those moments in your kitchen that made you think that maybe, just maybe, your life was all normal.

You knew it wasn't.

When your fingers brush against his forehead you know that the white tuft in his hair was a painful reminder of his death, the scar on his lips you so lovingly kissed caused by the very man who had killed him. His hands were littered with small scars from blocking knives and protecting his head from glass instead of childhood memories of climbing trees. His back was a canvas of white slashes that intersected in a map-like pattern, a surface already so touched that the symmetrical red lines you left seemed less stunning in comparison. Legs sporting burn marks, bruises permanent along his ribs; that was the Jason that you knew. So even if some days you pretended that he was some ordinary civilian like yourself, you still loved Jason with all your heart.

On this particular night he had come home from patrol, sitting on the kitchen counter while you patched him up. You had been a pretty awful field doctor the first time you offered, but he braved through your prods and pokes with a wince. He didn't say anything about the way you wrapped the bandages too loosely or that you had forgotten some antiseptic and had given the wrong type of topical painkiller. Jason could see the worry on your face, so he leant forward and kissed your forehead tiredly, thanking you with a soft murmur.

You didn't need to know when he slunk off the bathroom to rewrap the bandages, or when he reapplied ointment in the right area. He picked glass out of his own skin when you missed some, letting the shards clatter down the sink. All that consumed him was the thought of how soft you were when you handled him, when you passed the bandage around his middle, or when you tried to clean the wound with as little antiseptic as possible to try and prevent the stinging. He normally hated having to doctor himself up, meaning that even the smallest of injuries tended to scar under his negligence. Yet with you he had been ashamed of the scars, hyper aware of how your eyes lingered on them. More so, how other people stared at them when you were out together. So, for months he spent nights in the bathroom redoing the handiwork you insisted so passionately on learning, just so that there wouldn't be a scar you could blame yourself for later.

You were absolutely perfect, so there was no reason that he couldn't be for you too.

You had become better though, and that was through the help of Alfred. Now you had patched him up efficiently and tightly, patting his hip affectionately when you pull the bandage tight. "Almost done," you smile up at him, fingers pulling the end of the bandage tight and reaching for a bandage clip. "Just got to secure it and you'll be good to go."

He smiles and drops a tired kiss to your skin as usual, pulling your fingers away when you’re done so he can raise them to his lips. "Thanks, darl." he grins, eyes tired but grin still lively as ever. He slides off the counter to wrap his hands around your waist, kissing your nose. You just huff and give him a side glance, arms circling his neck without hesitation.

"What's got you all worked up?" you ask with a light laugh when he’s overly affectionate with you, making Jason groan and drop his head into your hair.

"Just tired." he mumbles. "Bruce pissed me off again today, started lecturing me on the way home."

"Bruce pisses you off most days." you chide. "How did you ever escape the lecture?" you chuckle, moving with him as he begins to sway.

"I turned the commlink off and came up through Southside Gotham so he couldn't follow me." he grins.

There it was.

"There's always something with you, isn't there?" you shake your head, beginning to spin around with him softly in the candlelight. He laughs, and you imagine it’s the sound of a young boy finally getting to live life normally again.

"Always is, babe. you know me." he chuckles, and his eyes flutter over to the candles you have on the counter. It was always dark when he came home normally, and in his tired state he hadn't questioned it. After all, his family worked best in the dark.

"Power outage at the moment?" he asks.

"Power got cut off." you murmur back with a sigh. "We missed last payment. Only a few days, but you know how quick they jump on those these in Gotham. It's all paid up now, but it'll take a day or two to get back. Cold things from the freezer are in the washing machine with the ice blocks."

He hums, stroking a hand up and down your back. "You're well prepared. Sorry for making you deal with them, I'll handle it next time, I promise."

Jason hated using Bruce's money.

Not only was it something that sat bitter in his mouth ever since he had come back, but he didn’t need it. Dick had also rejected it and moved to Bludhaven, and even though he'd never admit it, Jason respected the way he managed to build a home for himself there. He wanted to do that too, and he could do it damn well by himself. He still took some money, but it was no more than a wage from Bruce. He considered protecting Gotham his job, and he wasn't stupid. He wasn’t going to let his pride get in the way of helping you both live. He hated to see you stress about finances, but you never asked him. You never asked him to reach out to Bruce for more or reach out to Bruce yourself.

The first time rent had gone up it had nearly priced the both of you out of the cozy apartment you lived in, and you had been in tears for days trying to find a second job to cover the expenses. Yet you didn’t come begging for Bruce's assistance, no. You looked at him with those teary eyes and asked him to help make a budget with you so you could figure a way out, and you did. You were the most resilient person he knew, the most resilient person he loved.

He held you closer as he spun you softly around the kitchen.

You were going to need to be resilient.

He inhaled the scent of your shampoo and let his arms bask in the warmth of you. Your skin against his made the thrumming in his side ease and the headache blistering behind his eyes subside. As you relaxed against him, his head raced of all the ways that he could tell you. Tell the most perfect being that had ever walked into your life that he was leaving, and not only that, he was going to have to break your heart on the way out.

He cursed Bruce. He cursed Bruce for making enemies that had cunning greater than his own, for dragging him into the mess he had created. He had yelled and spat and screamed at the older man until his voice resonated off the cave walls, storming from the cave after tonight's fight. Bruce had asked the impossible of him, after they both got their asses handed to them in a surprise attack. They had taunted Bruce, not the Batman, and had enough evidence to bring Bruce's world and carefully hidden persona crumbling down around him. It just so happened that they had enough to bring Jason's down as well.

They knew about you.

Pictures of you had fluttered down towards him, filling him with an indescribable sense of fear. As hard as they fought, they had let the new visitor of Gotham's nightlife slip through their fingers and Bruce had asked him to break up with you not a second later. There was no empathy, there was no kindness or waiting for it to sink in for him.

But there never was.

In that moment Bruce was Batman, but Red Hood had been the scared Jason Todd.

How did he tell you that he wanted to break up when that was the furthest thing from the truth? That he would walk through hell barefoot and dunk himself in the Lazarus pit again if that mean that you were still there to warm his bed at night? How could he tell you that he didn't love you when his heart ached to tell you it every time he got the courage? He could play the tears, play the part of a sad breakup. That part was easy, considering how this was shaping to be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. It was the rage that he couldn't muster, for once. Rage was something that he saved for the streets, a place already so crime ridden and scummy that his bitterness and anger were practically masked under the filth. It wasn't a place for your home, the little shelter the both of you had carved out of Gotham with your own two hands.

So, he spun you around the room, eyes watering with tears yet to shed as he thought about how to let you go. He knew you wanted to stay, and that made his heart ache in return. It was like losing a part of him that hadn't even been lost yet, a void already forming in his chest. He sniffled lightly and thankfully you didn’t hear or notice his arms squeezing tighter, as if to imprint the feeling of you against his body. He tried to tell himself it was only a temporary thing, that he could explain it all to you later when the threat was done. That thought often lost against the conjured image of your heartbroken eyes his mind created to torture him, and the persistent thought that you'd probably never want to see him again when he was about to break your heart so violently.

You don't notice something is wrong until the first tear hits your hair, silently giving way to more. You notice the slight shake in his arms and the tension still wound in his body. Normally the stiffness in his muscles flowed out of him like water when he stepped over the threshold of the house, but not tonight.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly, pressing into him to try and comfort him, your heart panging in confusion at his strange behaviour.

Jason would never tell you, but when he looked at you he wondered what the rest of your life together would look like, and if you'd ever considering changing your name to 'Todd'.

[mmmilkweed]

I hope that you don't feel discouraged from antis..

Keep focusing on yourself and not the negativity

Your art feeds us all, thank you.

Awe! Thank you so much for worrying about me! That's really kind of you! I've been on the Internet since.... Google+, I've got though skin and a deep hatred towards purity culture. They sure aint getting the better of me

I hope you can excuse this, but I'll use this ask as a mini vent post! Nothing super graphic, just my general gripes with the world. Feel free to skip it!

In all honestly, I've gotten insanely rude comments on my Strawpage. You know- the usual. Death threats, telling me to kill myself, how my art sucks and I deserve to be hit by a car, that I am an abuser, an enabler and an overall shitty person... The usual. Aside from an anon denouncing my Christianity, nothing really hits deep. I find solace in the fact that I've never told anyone to kill themselves, which, me thinks, defacto makes me a better person than all of these people. Or a single person. Idk who wrote these, they're all anonymous.

Even so, if there were a million people breathing down my neck telling me I was wrong, just having three of you guys telling me you enjoy my work, is enough for me to stand my ground and keep creating.

On a different note, i... Feel shitty. I fell back into looking at numbers, calculating optimal posting times and scanning over every single interaction my posts get. Tumblr was manageable! Very small audience, nice and peaceful atmosphere. Twitter? Oh, man. The analytics stare down at me and I stare back. Numbers are losing meaning and becoming a statistic that *has* to grow everyday, lest I'm a failure. I'm thinking of giving the account over to my friends - but still. Large part of me doesn't want to, and I know exactly why (the numbers). And I can't exactly stop posting.. It'll be a good gateway for commissions, and yk. SOMEONE has to pay for Smilks lavish lifestyle 🙄

Thanks for reading. Take care of yourselves guys. Pop a shot for me

[asmimir]

ORIGINS; TALE 1

Hi yes hello, this is intended to be a vent fic, but it turned to be something more hopeful. I know the current situation I am in has no happy ending, but at least I can still write. Even in amidst white halls.

So have this small mini-fic that was supposed to be Kallamar-centric but then turned into Narinder-centric and then Heket- kinda idk augehaghe

Anyways, have a nice day, and always know that you are loved

...

Down the long halls of an anchordeepian temple, a lone God rests on his throne, the second of three, which will become four, which will become five.

"I Rule over Blight,not Death" he says, scripted, though his tentacles always shiver, he confronts his brother, who is knelt before him with a large black cat in his arms, her bone structure made her big, but her limbs were spindly, her breath was short and her fingers were cold and only getting colder.

"I can only heal so much" he says, quietly "the worst of it, I can erase...but even I do not control nature itself"

"*LIAR*" his kin all but screams at his face "I HAVE SEEN YOU CURE MUCH WORSE- HEAL HER, LEST THESE CLAWS MEET YOUR FACE"

and so he had tried, day and night, weeks after weeks, months after months, time stretched further before he can even tell, a multitude of medicines, concoctions, hell, even modified poisons were administered, and yet.

And yet.

She lies pale, on a mattress that can barely fit her body, a number of tubes attached to bruised arms devoid of fur, shaven in order to search for any vein that hasn't collapsed

"*please*" his kin weeps at his feet, his devotion mixing with despair

"*please*"

He of blight can only stoop down to his level and bring him close for an embrace, first there was babbling, then anger, a lot of anger, but even as his eye bled, even as his vision blurred from the eternal injury of an infant God. He had stayed.

The next day he wouldn't emerge from his quarters, nor sleep, nor stop his tears.

On the final day, The one who will soon wait draws his scythe. His heart that was always so tender, left scarred and cold.

He never ate another meal that day

Or the next

Or the next.

...

...

There was a loud croak in a bog one day, the land of Anura was always well dwelled by amphibians of all kinds, there, amidst flies and rot, was but a tadpole who definitely shouldn't be making a noise of any sort, not while it lacked limbs. Not while it lacked a mout-

It had a mouth

Kallamar raised a brow, looking at this..*thing* that crawled through the mud, blood in it's tiny maw and even tinier limbs.

He picked it up, and nursed it to health alongside with the embodiment of wisdom and, equally soon, might.

"This is Heket" Shamura had whispered, their chelicerae clicking as they did "she wasn't able to leave the waters, so I could've only have introduced you now that she can walk, be kind to her, as she will be one of us"

...

"What are you doing?" Narinder said, a mess of scrolls in his arm, while his crown, his newly gifted crown, lied askew on his head, he knew of his fate, yet had only now known of his duty, and he'd be damned if he said it wasn't a huge responsibility

"Dinner" the frog croaked, no less than 10 mortal years, suprisingly the hearth burned sweetly, the scent of fish and spices fill the air.

"This- for you. Kallamar said. Give gift"

Narinder stared as his new sister, Heket, presents him with a sorry excuse of a meal, the fish laid messily on the plate, it's belly stuffed full of herbs that smelled too strong, one stiff causes him to make a face

She makes a questioning sound which brings him out of it "we do not eat in this household" he says gruffly "we have no need of sustenance"

Now she huffs "well I want to eat. So you. Sit. We share meal, Or I call Shamura."

He pinches his forehead but her declaration was sound, his studies get placed next to him as he sits cross legged atop a shaggy carpet, a hundred years and worse for wear but the eldest *still* refuses to part with it. Damned arachnids and their silk.

Pitiful

She takes her own ration, something in a cup that's mixed together- he can't tell from here, but she scoops out a colorful handful and pops it all in her mouth, the squishy sound it emits suggests they were fruits, the faint crunch suggest non-sentient insects.

He makes yet another face.

Luckily she doesn't see it, and simply continues, her gluttony makes Narinder sick, the mess she makes will have to be cleaned, but perhaps maybe this wretched carpet would finally be replaced.

He pokes around the dish with a finger before setting it down, intending to stand for a pair of utensi-

"NO-" she bellows, making him jolt "eat with hand. Fish has bone-" she swallows her food "you might choke. Besides, it's tastier"

She returns to her ravenous affair, and Narinder, seeing as how he has no clear definite out of this (and the fact that he really doesn't feel like yet another lecture) sighs, relents, and humors her wish, slicing a piece of fish of it's vertibrae before tentatively popping it in his mouth.

...

And for the first time in centuries, his famine is sated

...

"...mPRGH?" Heket quickly swallows her meal and waddles over to the cat who chokes with both skeletal hands pressed to his lips, she raises her hands and aggressively slams it on his back but with her being much smaller than him by comparison, it doesn't make much of a difference.

Narinder waves a hand, dismissing her "I...am fine" he says, despite his throat feeling tight "there is no food stuck in my gullet"

She steps back and goes back infront of him, but instead of returning to her "mess" (the cup of mysteries' contents are sprawled on the carpet) she simply sits infront of Narinder

"...what are you doing?"

She lets out a small ribbit "is it good?"

...

...

He wolfs it down, bones and all, then afterwards he licks his plate clean

"Another"

Heket smiles

"Okay!"

"But you are to clean this mess"

"Wha-"

"Yes"

"No. You do it. You older"

"Percisely, I am your better, therefore you do as I say"

"I hate you"

Narinder snickers as she storms off, and yet he hears the chest of ice being opened then shut, then the sound of a knife scraping against scales.

It was only then when he allows himself to cry.

[earthstellar]

Heatwave on the Lost Light: Summer Themed Shenanigans

listen, maybe the lost light passes by a planetary body that emits a ton of heat that their shielding can’t fully filter out so there’s a “heatwave” on the ship or something 

and, hear me out, it’s fucking 31C in England right now and I’m sitting here misting my tits with a spray bottle full of ice water every five minutes because I’m too pale for sunlight to be happening, turn the fucking sun off, I’m so white and old, don’t do this to me

so I imagine Ratchet and Megatron and Cyclonus and all the larger/older bots (esp. those with thicker armour or those who never downgraded from war frames) are just fucking STRUGGLING with the heat while they have to pass by this solar entity of a planet 

but the lighter frame types/minimally armoured bots, like the racers and mini bots, are more or less having an okay time. like yeah they’re feeling the heat but their vents aren’t overheating because they’re either small enough to dispel heat easier or they’re racer frames and designed to vent off excess heat a lot more efficiently than other frame types 

Swerve is like hell yeah, we’re doing a summer beach party themed movie night at the bar, the turnout is great because he figured out a way to make a slushie form of frozen energon (which he serves in metal ICEE cones because he saw it in a human movie a while back, lmao) 

so Drift is just there with a spray bottle, every now and then misting Ratchet when he turns around to go deal with someone who’s fallen ill with some Cybertronian form of heat stroke 

and the spray bottle liquid makes a slight sizzling noise as it evaporates on contact with Ratchet’s armour  

Ratchet keeps trying to shoo Drift away but First Aid is like “keep doing it, his temperature readout is still above normal functioning parameters” 

Rodimus is having a great time, but Minimus is completely unable to even look at the Magnus armour without his vents flaring at the thought of how fucking impossibly hot it would be to put it on at the moment 

at one point Cyclonus lays down on the floor in his hab suite so Tailgate can run a little hand-held fan up and down his frame because Cyclonus is too proud to admit that it’s way too hot for him and he doesn’t want to have to go to the med bay because he’s aware of how busy it is at the moment 

IDK it’s so fucking hot in here holy shit where did my tit misting device go 

[schrodingers-tits]

The whole proship vs antiship thing is actually so stupid. Like, we’re watching the death of nuance in real time. Antiships claim that proships harm children and proships claim they just exist and let others do the same, yet I’ve seen more pros complain about threats and I myself have been called a nazi by a pro… for a vent post where I took a neutral stance.

Neither side is this extreme that they’re portrayed as, and both need to understand this. Like, I understand both sides and this is such a complicated thing to tackle.

I guess the main thing is that, contrary to proship belief, fiction does and can affect reality (which is why censorship is effective), but that doesn’t mean it should be slammed or harassed: just consumed/produced through an understanding and critical lens. I mean there’s a reason it’s often a coping mechanism ig.

And then on the other side, understanding that censorship is not the way to take a stand and to leave those who properly tag alone, and if you interact (I couldn’t fit this in smoothly, but I meant to include that interaction should just be through a lens of understanding these next points and, again, a criticality of what you know and what the actual purpose is: mlp horror shock vs watching gore for fun) to understand that this is not the persons whole life, and there’s a difference between enjoying problematic or controversial content and being sexually aroused by a girl that looks six.

But I concur. I’m not looking to get roped into any further discussions or drama or whatever, I can’t change your mind and you can’t change mine, I’m open to listening but I hate getting roped into extremes

Small edit: I forgot to mention some specifics, just as a safety net so I don’t get misunderstood. I’m talking bad pro as “(incest/rape/yadda yadda) between these two is so cute/peak/idk man,” and bad anti as “death threats or whatever.” Otherwise, it’s a spectrum, one that should be explored case-by-case. One of these is actively glorifying it and the other is being just horrible. But please don’t take this paragraph as a tldr, there’s a lot of mini disclaimers and- word of the day- nuances I explained above that I didn’t explain here

Look at my dog

[marleyybluu]

Friend Request

Fezco O'Neil x f!black!OC (Jackie Brown)

Word count: 1.4k

Content warning: swearing, mentions of marijuana use, pothead terms, a bit of self-insert, another awkward ending (?) you should know me by now, probably spelling mistakes, a bit rushed idk

A/N: I don't think I wrote any specific descriptions of the OC being black but that's how I picture her and in future chapters, she will be described as such anyway.

Yes I named her Jackie Brown while listening to Jackie Brown lol

look how pretty he is

Jackie doesn't have a lot of friends, she was lucky for the two that she did have in her life, however, one moved out of the city and the other one is usually busy with her husband and kids. Now she felt like she was back at square one. She wasn't good at this. Which sounded stupid because she was twenty-three, what adult doesn't know how to make fucking friends? But it was harder than a lot of people thought.

If Jackie made friends it was usually from school or small social gatherings that her friends would usually drag her to, and help her get out of her "bubble" but now she didn't have that anymore. So what was she supposed to do?

Her life was getting boring, it was dull, all she did was work at the diner downtown and come home just to roll up and smoke. Even smoking by herself was getting boring. She needed company, she thought she could cruise through life on her own but she needed a companion— someone to vent to and laugh with, someone she could cry to and go to the movies with.

She sighed lighting her freshly rolled joint, her head lolled back onto the couch as she blew out a thin puff of air. Frank Ocean's channel ORANGE album quietly playing in the background. And even with the music, it was too quiet. Her mind wandered, thinking, if there are dating apps... shouldn't there be friendship... apps?

Well, now she was curious. Jackie picked up her phone, clicking on the App Store, her fingers typing in 'friendship apps'

This is so stupid.

She scrolled as a lot of them were catered more to friends with benefits and random hookups. And then she found one.

F•R•I•E•N•D•S™️

She laughed through her nose, the title reminding her of the show Friends. She says 'fuck it' as she clicks download and it's only seconds before the tiny icon is on her home screen. The process for signing up is the same as any other app, you put your name, and age, fill in a bio (if you so choose) and upload a picture or two or three of yourself. Her joint rested between her lips as she concentrated her fingers on the keyboard putting in her information.

Jackie Brown, 23. Just lookin' for a smoke buddy.

She cringed at the weak advertisement that was her bio but it would have to do for now, it was time to pick a few photos. She swiped through her album, though it wasn't a dating app and her pictures technically didn't require any effort, she still wanted to select her best ones. After intense searching, she chose three that felt explained her personality well and also made her look good. She shook her head at herself.

This is so stupid.

But she clicked 'done' and was brought to a mini tutorial on how to use the app. Press the plus sign when you want to add them or the 'x' when you don't and their profile will vanish into the abyss. And so, for the next ten minutes, that's what she did. She added a lot of people, men and women, but mostly women. She got a lot of matches out of them and a few of the girls seemed genuine, the men though...ew, to them this was just another hookup app and she received a few unsolicited pictures and lewd messages right off the bat, not even a 'hi' or 'hello' first. Typical.

Her joint was done, one last drag and she flicked the end onto the concrete, smushing it with her foot. She scrolled and swiped, clicked and responded to messages in her time outside on her swinging bench. The cool night breeze brushing her bare legs sent a shiver through her body but she didn't really mind it, this was the best time to smoke and be outside, the cold let her know Autumn was near. Ugh, her favourite season.

She hummed along to the music that was still playing in the background, blowing raspberries, her thumb starting to tire at her mindless scrolling until the pad of her thumb stopped on one guy's profile;

Fezco, 25. I regret downloading this.

She let out a slight titter at his bio because she had the same feeling. She went through his photos. He was cute. Sky blue eyes that could hypnotize you, freckles scattered all over his face, he sported a buzz cut and from certain angles, she noticed a scar starting at his hairline and ending just above his ear and oddly enough it completed his look. He had a ginger-coloured beard and in the very few photos where he smiled, she noticed a little gap in his teeth which, again, was cute.

Jackie didn't know what it was but she couldn't pass him by, fingers crossed in hopes that he wasn't a weirdo like the others, she sent him a friend request.

She looked upper left corner of her phone and noticed the time, it was nearing 1 a.m, she silently thanked the gods that she didn't start work until 4 p.m. but cursed them in the same breath that she'd be the one closing. She turned off her phone and shoved it in her pocket. She headed inside and locked her patio door, her feet pattered against the hardwood floors of her home. She turned off all the lights and headed upstairs. She yawned, the Indica starting to kick her ass.

She quickly brushed her teeth and swished around some mouthwash, and finally, she was in her cozy bed. She set an alarm, no doubt she wouldn't wake up until early afternoon. Before closing her eyes she plugged in her phone, the bright screen causing her to squint as she looked at a notification.

Fezco accepted your friend request. Click to chat. 2min ago.

Fezco sent you a message. 1min ago.

Redd felt a weird sensation in her chest, spreading down to her stomach. Her thumb wandered over the notification debating whether to click it or call it a night but her faded state made her mind up for her.

Fezco: What's up, Miss Jackie Brown? Is the position for a smoking buddy filled yet?

She smiled softly.

Jackie: Eh, there's still room for one more.

Fezco: Any strain in particular?

Were they really about to have a whole conversation about weed strains?

Jackie: I'm not picky, I just smoked some Girl Scout Cookies.

Fezco: Oh shit, okay. Well if you're serious about a smoking buddy, I could have a blunt with your name on it. If you're cool with that.

She found herself... giggling?

Jackie: Yeah I'm cool with that.

There was a small pause, three dots popped up indicating he was typing his reply but suddenly they disappeared, then reappeared and disappeared. Her mouth twisted figuring out what she'd say, this is what she hated the most, she ran out of conversation material quickly.

Jackie: Why are you still on here if you regret downloading it so much?

Fezco: Uh, I'm not really good at making friends. It's just me, and my girl Rue... but then she got a girlfriend and I don't see her much anymore.

Jackie: Omg me too!😂

Suddenly, she wasn't sleepy anymore, her conversation with this Fezco guy was keeping her wide awake. Her fingers tapped aimlessly as she answered and asked questions, this was the easiest way she'd ever gotten to know anyone, hiding behind a screen was her forte and she was thriving right now.

Jackie: So... his name is Ashtray? For real?

Fezco: lol yeah. I don't know, he always had his hand in our grandma's ashtray, so she stuck him with the name.

She couldn't lie to herself, it was a pretty cool name. She checked the time, now it was nearing 4 a.m. What the fuck. She yawned, her eyelids quickly weighing down with repressed slumber.

Jackie: It's late man, I got work tomorrow and I'm not trynna fall asleep on the clock lol

Fezco: No worries ma, you go make your money.

Jackie: Hm, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Fezco: I'll be here.

Jackie: Goodnight.

Fezco: Night.

She finally turned off her phone and placed it on her nightstand, she turned on her side and got in a comfortable position to sleep in. Her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth twitched, forming into a small smile. She felt a bit of pride for finally making a friend.

I've decided to keep writing for Fez, I like him too much and I like writing about him too much to just close it. Plus I was reminded that it's just the character I'm not actually writing about/for Angus. So I will continue to write for my favourite freckled boy.

if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

peace and love, see you in the next one.

🏷: @darqchilddaydreamz @bigenergy777 @skyesthebomb

[n4talia-chaparro]

Warning erm: small vent/mini rant I guess,,

I have been feeling upset lately because of how months have been passing very quickly. I'm not mad about starting class early at all. I'm just happy that I have 2 days til Wednesday but at the same time, I'm not even upset about the school. I'm more upset that I'll be 17 very soon. No, I mean yeah it's a silly age I know, but it scares me.

Who knows if I will continue to post art after turning 17 or not cuz it worries me a lot. Looking back at my old stuff and realizing how stupid I used to be last May made me feel more guilty because I'm scared I'll repeat the same behavior back and forth. I don't know if I'll improve or change for the better because I'm trying my best to act like my age, I try to be more mature when it comes to handling a situation but it stresses me out and I accidentally mess it up again.

I'm not saying I don't wanna be an adult at all I just..damn. I'm still ashamed of how I used to act or talk to people. Mostly scared to approach a moot because idk if they will accept my apology or block me if I talk to them. I can't blame them cuz it was my fault I didn't listen to their advice and I wasn't in the right mindset at that time when they spoke to them multiple times. I feel bad for not listening to them and I do wanna apologize to them but again. I'm scared they will block me and idk how to approach them without sounding like a fucking coward begging for forgiveness,,,

I'm trying my best to handle my anger issues as properly as I can to prevent committing the same old mistake. I'm not ready to be 17 tbh. What if one day I end up acting like a creep to someone without knowing or hurting a mutual just like my groomer/ex-friend? I have been feeling like this after the whole anon drama and the allegations ended. It sucks I have to be like this <:/

[perriedoestheirbest]

Pin post cause I wanna set ground rules before I do anything on here

Updated: 2/12/2025 :3

I spell things wrong and grammar is atrocious but please remember I am doing my best as my user handler suggests

Make sure to read the DNI part, that part’s important

I will give you a gold star if you manage to get through this

You ready? Mkay.

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- Main info

Hi! I’m perry, it’s short for Peregrine :3

I’m a minor

I change a buncha stuff nothing is final

DO NOT BABY ME.

I don’t know you, you don’t need to be doing that, thanks.

I use this blog to express myself, so I do indeed vent in tags. Even if it’s in little codes or maybe it’s a simple vent post, my vent tag is Perrie vents (or something similar) feel free to block the tag.

I follow and like interact with likes from my main but I ALWAYS reblog before any of that.

I don’t rlly like the idea of ppl finding my main but those who dig enough, it’s not hard to find.

I support Palestine so already off the bat if you don’t like it, you can leave. I try to keep this a positive space but stuff like supporting Palestine are important no matter the situation. I previously said I’d make a mini post for links on how to support the cause but this is an agere account, and I felt like that’d be too uptight. Still, Free Palestine. No matter the blog. :>

I study psychology and some history for fun.

I really enjoy theories, analyzing things, and headcanons

I usually enjoy horror but in this blog, this is my safe spot where I can take a breather from that stuff cause it’s nice to take a break every once in a while :]

Please be patient with me :>

I find a lot of comfort in nostalgia so I’ll either reblog stim boards or stuff from early 2010’s. Rarely anything else but I’ll indulge in art and fanfiction too if it’s safe for work.

I’m still pretty clueless about the tagging system and will mess up so telling me about it helps loads

I’m trans, transmasc, and genderfluid, I go by he/him or they/them, and I’m also on the a-spec!^^

This blog was originally made for Agere, but because I’m unfamiliar with Agere accounts on tumblr especially it’s gonna take me a hot minute to really post anything, and I most likely won’t.

I do dream regression (idk if that’s the correct term, I’m still new to this). I try to actually regress but it’s hard, so I don’t have much of a small age. I’m still a minor, but my big age IS 10+

I’m interested in the indie film industry, and I enjoy art :3

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- Extra info

My favorite color is pink! :]

I believe cringe culture is dead

I enjoy lemon demon and jack stauber and I make references of them a LOT.

I enjoy over analyzing everything so I’ll mostly reblog headcanons

This blog is completely sfw.

I like to ramble a lot, and tend to do so in tags

I enjoy mixed media of all kinds :>

I’m multifandom

I’m a multishipper, but I don’t usually ship in the fandoms I’m in due to creepy ships I come across so the ships I do enjoy are either very popular or never once heard of

I’m pretty inactive, and this is because I struggle with pretty bad social anxiety that tends to stop me from interacting with any sign of human life, but because I’m trying to cope, I’ll do my best

I’m a radical inclusionist so this is pretty much a safe space if you want it to be one

I’m an older brother

I’m also really weird

I might attempt to draw but I won’t draw often.

Cringe culture is pretty much dead and whoever is keeping cringe culture alive are clearly people who don’t belong on this blog or my main blog either

DMs are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS closed, again, I’m a minor and I’m uncomfortable interacting with strangers especially on the internet, if I DM you it’s either on accident or because I know you irl

I don’t talk much while I’m in this partial headspace so I don’t talk much. There won’t be much tags, and a very bad tagging system, or lack there of, I should say.

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- Tagging system so you know what to block or read

Perrie vents — venting tag

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- Hyperfixations

CoD (MW2 and Cold War Black ops) (somehow, 18+ content CoD fans DNI!!!!)

Spiderverse Itsv & atsv

Death Note (the anime)

Attack on Titan (also the anime)

Sally face

Minecraft

Undertale

Underverse

Sans AUs

FNaF (the games and the movie)

DHMIS

Mr. Plant (by Ashur Gharavi)

Bugsnax

Fran bow

TF2/Team Fortress 2

Little misfortune

MCSM

Psychology

The paranormal

Gravity Falls

Analysis of any sort

Video essays

ARGs

Art

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⚠️‼️DNI‼️⚠️

Zi0n1sts

Z00philes

P3dophiles

R@cists

N@zis/neo N@zis (lmk if I need to update this part cause it’s been awhile since I last did research on this)

NSFW

LGBTphobes

MAP (not the art collab but the other thing)

Anti-antis

Proshippers/comshippers

Shotacons (of any variant, I’m just using this one as an example cause this is the one I remember)

Furry haters/Anti-furrys

Anti-therians/therian haters

AB/DL

DD/LG (of any variant.)

K1nk blogs

Transmed

Radical exclusionists

Anti-age/pet regression

Stanc*st/pinec*st shippers

Tc*st shippers

Inc*st in its entirety. I will hunt you down if you interact.

Able1sts

Anti-xenogenders/neopronouns/xenopronouns(<- do we still use this term or was this never a thing?)

Man, that was a long list. Hope that didn’t overwhelm you.

I know there’s a lot but I can’t fully relax without knowing there’s some wall rigidly keeping me from being face to face with actual creeps and strangers I don’t know, so this is my version of a safe space and stability.

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The end.

I’ll update the main info or extra info if I need too, but this is mostly it for now.

Did you read it? Did you read all of it?

If so, here is a gold star.

⭐️

like I promised :3

[torieisawesome99]

Saw a thing on Pinterest earlier talking about how girls try to make the hard or uncomfortable things in life a little softer for each other and they mentioned how when that had a Dr appointment as a kid their mom would do up their hair with tons of fun pretty clips and it's just got me thinking. Like I don't think about the little things that give me small joy in being a girl most of the time and with the state of affairs in the world and the US where I live shit just seems pretty bleak these days but it got me thinking about the little joys of being a girl and I just wanted to share some of mine with whoever lurks on my decrepit little blog.

- doing my daughter's hair into fluffy space buns with all of the tiny butterfly clips she owns and the single Christmas capybara clip that she adores when she has to go to the dr

- also for Dr visits it's a tradition to always get a McDonald's Kidz meal for her after we are done and otw home (and an ice cream if she had to get blood work done)

- getting dressed up in our fanciest clothes to clean the house and having mini dance parties when we take a break or are done

- late night ice cream cone trips with my mom or my sister when we can't sleep

- communicating exclusively via meme with one of my best friends when we have bad days until one of us laughs to hard at one and calls to vent while crying from laughing and then referencing the memes on call when we get too sad to bring back the laughter

- my sister collects miniature Disney figurines so every year I hunt all year for the perfect one to give her for her birthday cuz she gets real sad that time of year and it always makes her smile. This year I have found a Minnie mouse with a hot pink cheetah print apron on (think it's something someone customized and sold but I found it at a thrift store so idk) and Minnie is holding a happy birthday cake. I worry I won't be able to top that next year but that's a problem for future torie cuz she gonna love this and I can't wait to see her face when she gets it.

- making bread with my niece when I babysit cuz her mom's on a work trip and she misses her but the smell of the bread baking makes her feel warm and cozy

These are just some of the things that made me think about my little joys and if anybody sees this feel free to add some of your little joys of being a girl💗

[i-like-books-and-women]

Ok mini small vent cause I don't really have anyone to vent to.

My brother has been the favorite kid since he was born plain and simple. He got into this fancy percussion thing and it is the only conversation that can be had at hope atp. Any time I talk about me it always come back to his shit cause literally he cannot just let my have a conversation with my parents cause then he shows up and then it's all about him. It's this whole thing. So also my parents are convinced that im never going to come home after I go to college unless it's for money or to get my car fixed. And I'm not saying that it's not possible it'll get to that point but I'm also not saying that it's a guarantee. It sort of feels like because they have this amazing child that does all the same activities I do and does them better than I do with a fraction of the effort and he actually likes them cause he hasn't been their emotional punching bag for the past 18 years that they've like started to preemptively kick me out of the family. In their mind it's offical that I'm never coming back so why waste any effort on me since that's "official". Idk it just hurts that they're convinced I'm never gonna talk to them again when I don't know if it's gonna happen and they're putting in less effort than they have literally my entire life instead of fighting to fix whatever they've precived as so broken that they're never going to see me again.

[nerdlvr]

omg i’m gonna do a mini vent…

i a lot of times remember small things ppl say to me like if u had coffee today, ill remember that! if u had a pink shirt on ill remember that, if u had white shoes on, ill remember that. But when i ask people if they remember something abt me they r like “no??” AND IM JUST LIKE?!? am i crazy, too rememberative OR WHAT LIKE 😓😓😓 idk man sighs AND I CANT HELP IT i just remember it! its not like i say to myself “oh remember this and that” CHAT IS ANYONE ELSE LIKE THIS

i’m also like that but mainly cause i’m delusioned and will make believe anyone is in love with me just cause they asked me for a pencil

[405blazeitt]

idk how to feel about it (and by extension, myself) that there are so many mini portable tvs from the early 00s that look like this

these are real small and compact, and some come in nice colors, so i was eyeing a few... until i learned that these have fake dials and vents. they work perfectly fine, no worse than models that don't have the fake features, but they're all made cheaply while these mimic another product, and i found that off-putting.

but if i originally liked how they looked and didn't realize what those fake design features were meant to be, is it odd to be put off by them now? those features being real, with no other changes, would not improve a tv's function. a plastic portable tv without the fake features is functionally no different, but many cost more if you're looking for colorful options.

am i being too judgmental toward these tvs?

[csmingy]

https://www.tumblr.com/csmingy/768216029451141120/i-miss-the-old-chowling-site?source=share

Same.

At least the old site WORKED

The new site is so full of Errors...

And saunt over there making a whopping 3k+ on chow designs cant even fix the damn thing.

Lets face it; The game will never be done dwspite the fact that saunt has literally made THOUSANDS off flat colored chowlings. Same can be said for the site. Literally every flat colored chow this person makes sells for 500+ or for well over 1.5k. Highest I have seen is the nearly 3k chow (last i looked anyway) that was most recent.

Yet the new site is busted completely (old site worked just fine), game still has no release date, saunt themselves still owes a ton of work apparently (good luck folks)

Feno has no reason to be mini-modding a species they're just a member for. Mods/admins/coowner doesnt do a damn thing about it. Idc if they're an owner of a species or not. You are not an admin, mod, or owner of chows. Stop mini-modding. Especially if what the other post said was true and you're making snide, rude comments about chow owners.

Idk blog admins. Im starting to get really salty the chow team/owner screwed up the site, marking characters who are not cbc as cbc, and more, allowing members to minimod, and just outright screwed the entire community.

The website really should have been runnable BEFORE it was switched over.

Also... Aquiring myos now is just as difficult. More opportunities? Pfft. If you can get by the people who camp the site all day. Some dont have time to camp. So the same people gunna get those myos, and you'll still have people complaining there no opportunity. Those who do get em always want an arm and a leg for it too. "Gimme 3 grems, 4 statues, and a premade!" (This is an example)

Sorry, the website vent lead to a bigger vent and i kind of derailed there lol. Just all came out.

Almost every suggestion fenokey has made was implemented into chowlings. I HATE the art request threads and I dislike threads in general. I also don't see a reason we had to separate myos and normal trades but that's more of a minor issue I don't care much for. Fenokey is allowed to do this because Oko became co-owner and fenokey only joined back because Oko became co-owner. Since they're friends there is a huge and very clear favouring of her from the mods. I also agree, with how much saunt is making she can't afford to fix the site? I just can't wrap my head around why they would release it 20% finished to the community when the last website was still fine for the time being before the new website could be released in beta with WAY more bug fixes and testing than they initially released it at and STILL have it at. Saunt owes art from years and years ago and refused to do half if it. A custom from her can take from either a day- to a week- to a YEAR or more. When she doesn't want to deal with you she'll ghost your dms as well then post a thread asking for people who she still owes art. She is able to make thousands but the only thing we have of the game is the same small forest map shes apparently been working on for over 3 years. I haven't seen any other mechanics added other than aesthetic additions. 🍈

[animeangsteng]

A bad day (college AU)

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : A bad day (College AU)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Warning: mini friendly theft, stress cooking, stressful/irritating day (implicit)

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College AU!

Student! Mikey x Student! Reader + Student! Smiley x Student! Reader

The reader and they have a bad day.

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First of all: sorry I wrote Mikey too ‘cause I the first time I read Mikey in the first part of your ask and Smiley in the second so I did both.

And now that I’m writing this blurb and the warnings I just noticed you wrote Smiley.

And now I remembered our chat.

Sorry I’m a bit of a mess.

If I got it wrong feel free to tell me and I’ll fix it!

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<Remember to take your time>

Yeah I just got inspired a lot by it.

Especially because I had quite a bad day today so yeah.

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<Either way I’m sure it will be amazing tbh I love your content>

🥺🥺🥺

I love you too!

I love your interactions so pls don’t disappear after this!

I beg you.

And Idk about the amazing but I hope you like it!

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<Thank you a lot again, and I congratulate you on another milestone of 300! Keep it up, you awesome person 🙌>

Thank you on the congratulations and the compliment!

I’ve began queuing some things to be able to focus and I should have enough pieces until May if I post once every 4 days but we all know I won’t 😂🥲.

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<I just wanna squish Smiley to death>

Who doesn’t?

Or Angry.

Or both.

Or all of Toman, honestly.

These guys needs hugs.

And a therapist.

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250 Followers celebration here!

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█ █ █ █ █ 100% *Tuning complete*

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@killerqueen-tr

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Mikey

-Huff- he sighed, throwing himself over you.

Just from that you understood he had a bad day.

He always acted like that when he did.

Not like yours had gone much better.

-Hey! You're heavy, Mikey!!!- you jokingly protested as he slid off you.

As you took your shoes off and put them away he kept whining: -Y/n-chaan!-.

Shaking your head in amusement you went and joined the blonde man-child on the couch.

With a sigh he laid his head on your lap.

Almost automatically you began stroking his hair like usual.

Humming he nuzzled against you.

There was no need for words.

He just laid there, free of any pressure, as you comforted him.

And he knew you'd tell him what and when you felt like it.

Almost scared to break the silence you whispered underbreath, just enough for him to hear: -Today my professor got mad 'cause most of the class failed the class-.

Slowly he chuckled: -She's so mean!-.

Hearing his childish tone you giggled: -She is-.

And so you two spent most of the afternoon enjoying each other's company in silence, at times interrupted by small chats and laughter.

It was nothing extraordinary but, for you two, it was enough.

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Smiley

Frowning.

Smiley was frowning.

You had just gone back from lessons to Nahoya's dorm when you found your boyfriend playing videogames with a frown.

For a moment you almost mistook him for Angry, though he didn't have the blue hair.

As soon as he saw you he got up and smiled a bit: -Hey!-.

-Bad day?- you asked, knowing full well the annswer.

He nodded and began to walk towards the kitchen as you washed your hands and out on an apron, soon followed by him.

Smiley readily began to take ingredients out of the fridge.

-The test sucked and Souya failed his exam. Then Mikey stole the bento you made me- he began ranting, going on about the irritating thing that happened to him.

In the mean time you two cut and cooked all the kinds of Ramen you two knew.

And they were a lot.

Luckily you always kept the ingredients there in case of bad days, such as this.

As he finished ranting about his day he looked at you with a much more relaxed and genuine smile, letting you to vent.

And, sure, stress-cooking wasn't the most common or economic way to destress (especially since you two always emptied the dorm's fridge) but you two enjoyed it and that was what mattered.

Not to mention that your roommates surely didn't seem to mind.

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As your friends ate the banquet you prepared, you pulled Nahoya in a bear hug, squeezing him from behind.

-Do you feel better now?- you asked as he gently turned to hug you back.

Without uttering a word he hid his head in the crook of your neck and slowly nodded: -Yeah. Thanks. What ‘bout you?-.

After he felt you confirm that you felt better too he just kept hugging you for a while before chuckling: -You’re gonna squeeze me to death, Y/n-.

-Sorry- you apologised, not sorry at all and most certainly not letting him go.

-‘S fine- he shrugged, simply letting the both of you hug out the last remnants of stress, tiredness and anger.

-Do we have to let go now?- you murmured.

-My arms are ‘bout to fall off!- he joked.

-Do we really have to?- you asked again.

-Yep- he confirmed.

-Okay- you replied, not moving one bit.

Great.

Now he was the one that had to get out of your hug.

And that meant only one thing: tickles!