#sorry I’m not active I’m sick

[hekate-gf]

[royaltea000]

[wipinf] thinking bout that one part in jttw96 where nezha and hong hai er fight in a dream

[hardtofindneuro]

getting personal because i miss interacting with everyone & i don’t want to lose friends here because im super inactive & unresponsive right now.

for the last 12 days, i’ve been a 24/7 caregiver to my grandmother. we are, and have always been, extremely close. she’s on hospice and i’m heartbroken, but doing my best to spend time with her in her last few days. i’m taking off from work but still working online for my two jobs while at hospice, taking care of my grandma, and writing 1 chapter every night for my advent fic. this year has been hit after hit after hit, but writing & this fandom are my safe havens most days. so, i miss you guys & im trying my best to write this advent fic on time, so i swear im not trying to ignore dms or comments or anything. i always read them and love them and appreciate them, i just haven’t had time to sit down and reply. love yall

[mrspockify]

He loves me.

[agir1ukn0w]

I absolutely refuse to believe that you can believe in science and feel deeply about the catastrophe our environment is currently under and not STILL…still even with all of that terrible knowledge, still absolutely, adamantly REFUSE to give in, REFUSE to let the greedy genocidal fuckers running our world win, REFUSE to let our world and the lands belonging to indigenous peoples be destroyed. I’m so fucking sick and tired of people talking as if our world is already lost. How can you fucking say that shit. How can you go about your lives in a state of surrender. How can you give up all that we are blessed with, all that our descendants deserve, without a goddamn fight.

[codename-adler]

What i’m supposed to do:

- READ TSC

- write Fic 1 & Fic 2 for the Daylight Savings/Kevin Day Fic Fest

- write for Baby Girl, Good Luck

- write chap. 21 of the Kevaaron fic

- finally get on with reading my physical tbr

- work work work work (while also looking for new job)

What i’m doing:

- writing a Hankcon/dbh one-shot🧍‍♂️

[2006aquamarine]

it’s very annoying watching misogyny on the rise, femicide on the rise, trans rights in jeopardy, abortion rights gone, and yall on tumblr.gov are stuck on ‘ok but can we be nicer to men?’

and it’s always US-centric too. ‘there are other structures in place that uphold white cishetero patriarchy!’ please step outside of the US for a second and look around. patriarchy has predated all that shit for thousands of years and its legacy is still going strong in non-white, non-Christian countries. women are still oppressed everywhere. hence, yall will deal with a bunch of mean women online.

[vaguehotels]

i’m going to say something that makes me sound like a cunt but it has to be said. if you are depressed, struggling with dangerous thoughts, or beginning to lose interest in living, DO NOT DUMP THAT ON A SINGLE PERSON EVERY TIME YOU TALK TO THEM. not every single conversation can be “lola i’m not okay” “jon i need you to call me right now im about to do something” “beck i want to die” I AM NOT GOD. I AM NOT A THERAPIST. I AM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO FIX YOU. thanks .

[inusmasha]

Hi hi I hope everyone has a lovely holiday and new happy and healthy new year! 💚

[childoflegend]

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[bobzora]

there should be a button in all these rhythm gacha games where you can mark all stories as read and get all of whatever reward you get for reading them

[asexualjedi]

Haha!!! Hahah!!!! This fucking blows. Hello teacher sorry I missed the extension date. It will be later haha. Haha. It’s like a roller coaster over here. Haha. Surprisingly can’t focus on school work when ur trying block out screaming with ur headphones.

[wallflowerglitter]

Oh man I do not even know what to say at this point.

[stingroy]

i think i am coming Back Online. hello again

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

All of my shirts are starting to feel uncomfortable and it’s making me want to end it all!!