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barkpup · 10 months ago

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(Do The) Act Like You Never Met Me

enjoy my 1,696 word fic ^_^ will be working on a request + others soon..

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Fiddleford’s eyes darted around the room, his mind racing a million miles a minute. His eyes met the clock on the wall. 1:04 AM.

“I can’t ever sleep anymore.” Fidds muttered, sighing as he got out of bed. His mind was ridden with anxiety; it consumed his every waking moment these days. Ever since he began helping his college "buddy," Stanford Pines, his life began falling apart.

In college, things were much different, Stanford paid much more attention to Fidds than he did now. Fiddleford didn’t recognize the man he was living with. Ford was harsh, yelling at Fiddleford when the smallest mistake would occur. He had never seen Stanford so anxious and fearful in his life as when the portal didn’t operate the first time.

To make matters worse? Stanford was beginning to push Fiddleford to the side, claiming he was “busy gathering information” while meditating on the floor. Fiddleford felt invisible. Why was this portal more important than Fiddleford? Why didn’t his feelings matter?

“FIDDLEFORD!” Stanford burst into the mechanics bedroom, jumping slightly as he saw Fiddleford was already awake.

“Oh, Good! You’re awake! I need you downstairs working on the portal STAT. I’ve figured out what was prohibiting it from functioning.” Ford quickly took notice that Fidds was in his pajamas.

“Ah, well, you’ll probably want to get dressed.” Ford shifted his eyes, looking a tad embarrassed. Fidds sighed and looked at Ford, his face painted with annoyance.

“It’s the middle of the night, Stanford.” Fidds huffed; he looked at Ford closely; the man’s eyes were bloodshot.

“Have you not been sleepin’ again?” Fidds voice was filled with sincere concern. Ford had been doing this for months now; he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, he’d disappear for hours. This wasn’t like him.

“That’s..Irrelevant!” Stanford quickly replied, he turned around and left the room, leaving Fiddleford with a pit of dread in his stomach.

Fidds got dressed into his lab attire and made his way through the halls of their shared home. At one point, it felt warm and kind in there. Now, it felt cold and hurtful. He began walking down the steps and into the lab, seeing the man he held so dear muttering to himself. It was almost as if he were speaking with someone.

“Stanford? Who are ya talkin’ to?” Fidds called out, his anxiety slowly rising. Stanford had a habit of doing this, talking like someone’s there. Fiddleford wished he would talk to him as much as he talked to himself.

“Ah, nobody, nobody!” Stanford turned around swiftly, smiling at Fiddleford.

“Here’s my notes on what went wrong; I trust that you can follow them accordingly.” He gave a thumbs up, patting Fidds on the back before scribbling something down in his journal.

Fiddleford looked down at the notepad, the writing seemed... strange. Ugly, chicken scratch writing was on the page. This did not look like it belonged to Ford, and it made the young man’s stomach turn. Even so, he began doing what Ford had requested and fixed the issues that were discovered. It took hours.

“Ah, finally, finished.” Fidds sighed, rubbing sweat off his temple. He looked around the lab for Ford, but he was nowhere to be seen. Fiddleford made his way upstairs, guessing the man was meditating again.

“Stanford?” Fiddleford pushed open the study door, finding his dearest on the floor, with his eyes closed.

“I got the portal fixed, just like you asked. Whenever you’re ready to come, check it out,” he softly spoke, part of him not wanting Ford to hear him, but sadly, he did.

“Wonderful! Let’s give it another try! Good work, buddy!” The dark brunette rushed downstairs, leaving Fiddleford behind.

The young scientists finally joined each other in the lab; Ford was shaking with excitement. Fiddleford, on the other hand, felt the same dread he always did.

“On three, we turn it on, okay? We have to get this right. It’s all for ultimate knowledge.” Ford said, grabbing Fidds hand. They were going to change the world together, and they both truly believed that.

Fiddleford nodded, getting into place, looking at Ford for his que. He had never seen Ford so excited; part of it warmed Fidds heart, the other terrified him. What was this ultimate knowledge anyway? Who was going to give it to them? Ford promised Fiddleford the world, but how? The what-ifs and questions swirled through his mind, until Stanford broke the silence.

“3..2..1!!” Ford yelled, and Fiddleford quickly flipped the switches as Ford pulled the lever. Suddenly, a flash of bright light appeared from the portal in front of them. It was working.

“It…it works..” Fidds eyes were wide, he almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Their project actually worked.

“IT WORKS! IT WORKS! FIDDLEFORD, LOOK!” Stanford grabbed the young man by the shoulders and thrashed him around with excitement. Fidds pulled Ford into a tight embrace, shocking the other scientist.

“‘M proud of ya, Ford. You’ve worked so hard. You finally got what you’ve been wantin’. Congratulations, hun..” Ford’s heart started racing. What was happening? Was Fiddleford showing signs of affection? Did Fidds finally realize Ford’s into him?

“Fidds..this is just as much as your victory as it is mine. I’m proud of you as well. You’re a genius, Fiddleford. I’ve never met anyone like you.” Ford caressed Fiddleford’s cheek; he wanted to make a move so badly. Fidds gaze softened as he noticed the change in Stanford’s demeanor—kind, just like in college.

“Aw, shucks, Ford... Yer makin’ me blush!” Fiddleford laughed as he put his hand on Ford’s. Ford was seeing Fidds and actually recognizing him for the work he put in. It felt like all his dreams were coming true.

“I love you, Fiddleford; you’ve been nothing but patient with me. You understand me, unlike most. I trust you with all I am.” Stanford planted a gentle kiss on Fidds lips. The two were in pure bliss; the project was over, and they soon would have endless knowledge. Right?

“I love you, too, Stanford. I have for a long time.” Fiddleford returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Ford’s waist. The man he had craved for so long, the man he would wish for every night, loved him back. This was so surreal, so impossible! He was so happy.

A few days later, it was time to test the portal. Another anxiety-filled night kept Fiddleford awake, leaving his mind foggy the next day. He was at least glad he got to sleep on Ford’s chest after the two confessed, a new core memory for the two men.

Now, the two were standing in front of the interdimensional portal they had built together.

“Let’s grab the test dummy. We’ll see if it’s safe for beings to go through it.” Ford ushered Fidds over to where the test dummy was, both grabbing it and nodding at each other. They returned to the entrance of the portal, the pair holding each side of the doll, rope wrapped around its torso.

“On three again, hun?” Fidds asked. A smile was on his face, but the dread still loomed.

“On 3! 1…2…3!” They let go of the dummy, but the rope was still attached to Fiddleford’s arm. He was pulled into the portal, screaming for Stanford as his upper half was sucked in.

“FIDDLEFORD! I’VE GOT YOU! HOLD ON!” Ford grabbed the rope swiftly and began pulling Fiddleford out with force. The portal tried its hardest to keep its grasp on him, but eventually let him go. Fidds came crashing down, falling harshly onto the lab floor. His body was convulsing, and his eyes began rolling into the back of his head.

“FIDDLEFORD! Is it working? What did you see!?” Ford grabbed Fidds, begging him to answer.

“Beast with one eye.” Fidds muttered, eyes twitching and wide.

“Excuse me?” Ford looked at him, a look of horror slowly forming on his face.

“We’re going to bring about the end of the world with this thing. We need to shut this down; this is dangerous.” Fidds got up, putting his hands on Ford’s shoulder. He was practically digging his nails into him.

“Shut it down? Are you crazy? This is my life’s work! I can’t do that, Fiddleford.” Stanford pushed Fiddleford off of him, offended at the suggestion.

“Did ya not hear me!? END OF THE WORLD! DO YOU EVEN KNOW I SAW IN THERE? HM? IT WAS A DEMON, STANFORD. A ONE EYED DEMON, HE'S COMIN TO DESTROY US!”

“I can’t destroy it. I can’t. I can’t. We’ve worked so hard.. you must be mistaken, truly, Fidds. Let’s talk about this.” Ford tried desperately to get a grip on the situation and control it. But he couldn’t.

“It’s either me or the portal, Stanford. Make up yer mind. You have no idea the horror I’ve seen.” It quickly became apparent that Fiddleford was serious. He was giving Stanford an ultimatum; he had to choose.

“I.. Fidds, you know I can’t do that. That’s ridiculous..” Fiddleford’s heart sunk. He knew this was going to be the answer, but he didn’t want it to be the truth.

“Stanford.. I quit. I can’t risk my life like this anymore; I can’t. I’ve nearly died time and time again; now I’ve seen the devil himself. That is something I might as well soon forget.” Fiddleford got up, eyes empty and glazed over. He gave one more sorry look at Ford before he left, never returning.

Soon after, Fiddleford found a place to stay briefly, working on a new invention.

A memory gun.

He was going to use this to erase the pain Stanford Pines’ decisions had brought him. He was going to live his life, like he never met him.

Once his invention was complete, he looked at a photo of his beloved one last time. He smiled softly as he remembered the good times, throwing the photo in the dump after his moment. He entered Stanford’s name into his machine, brought it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

That’s how you do the act, like you never met me.

So do the act, like you never met me.

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radioroxx · 10 months ago

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hmmmm mal du pays thoughts tonight

#radio rambles #i should go to bed but. it is on the mind #isat spoilers #<- for the . wall of tags to come #imm wondering what most people hc mdp to like. be #i know its most popular to see it as siffrins sadness. i do think thats p neat #and probably the intention #but im. juggling around the idea of? siffrin system moment? mdp as a headmate? if yall see that vision?#most inspired by that ‘do u hc this character as a system’ post abt siffrin #and i voted no then but now im like genuinely changing my mind JFKFKF #it makes sense in a way. and into my mdp hc that it. wouldve split while sif was very young #splitting due to stress which leads to a lot of. gestures vaguely. mdp’s whole thing #a mix of stress but also this sense of longing to. belong somewhere. to not be alone #many years ago it was about the loss of their home. and much later on became more related to its feelings towards their family #mdp is a scared child to me . idk about yalls hcs for it but thats what im sticking to #a scared child who maybe grew up a little alongside the body. but still Young and Scared #its not as often or eager to front as siffrin is. i can imagine it being much more hover-y or . POSSIBLY. cohosting if its feeling up to it #uhm. ok well #so i typed this out and now im actually really sad about mdp jgkdkf where is mdp recovery #now im kinda thinking about it fronting for once to properly meet the party and. and receiving comfort. and and and #wow christ im upset #also also glancing over at marias sibling au for character dynamics here….. sillies…..#ps not relevant to my mdp thoughts but fyi im imagining siffin in headspace looks very much like their body #the difference being. much darker clothes. more stars etc. maybe different hair #think like how a lot of ppl style their human loops. thats kinda how i imagine sif in headspace #SPEAKING OF LOOP #i think given the time he spent with them it woulf make sense if they split a loop as well #and ofc other members of the party jgkfkf #im not gonna get into my hcs there because ill b taking away from my mdp hc post BUT #thinking. always thinking

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laugtherhyena · 9 months ago

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Wipppppp

#it's been so long since i last worked on a cg edit!#i'm really really happy w how this looks so far (hid a good chunk of the sketch tho)#if i can't write i shall art!#Ayame's hair is funny because i never realize how different it looks in her different designs just from a glance #1st i didn't realize her side bangs were bigger in her adult design #and now i see how wavy her hair is on the ballroom outfit! so cute #maybe it is as slick as it is normally because of sweat. she doesn't strike me as the kind to do much haircare #maybe if she washes it properly it gets more wavy #dra #danganronpa another #ayame hatano #wip #edit #cg edit #hyena scribbles

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eggsistential-basket · 9 months ago

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thinking about the person i could have been if i tried a little harder to find my own way

#probably the thing i am resenting my parents for right now is how good they were at convincing me #not to pursue any career paths other than the ones they laid out #every time i was like hey this seems interesting should i check it out? they would be so quick with the #do you care enough about it to stake your livelihood on it? to do it for your whole working life?#and obviously 8 yo 12 yo 14 yo 17 yo 18 yo me would get terrified and go no sorry and just not look into anything further #supposedly this is the safe option but everything i do feels meaningless #all of the jobs in this field seem meaningless #the job market in this field right now is dog shit and I'm fighting like hell for positions that just make me sad to think about #but every time i think hey what if i tried another thing #now my brain shuts me down with the do you care enough about it to stake your livelihood on it #your whole life on it #and the answer is no and it's gonna be no for a long time i bet #don't know if I'll ever find my way out of it #told my roommate's boyfriend about my general dispassion for pretty much everything in life #he asked me if I'm even a person #which feels very true #i feel like this path I've followed if i keep following it #I'm not going to be a person i can be proud of #i know it's really early in my life to say but #idk if it's nature or nurture or my own damn fault but all the ambition has been weaned out of me and I've been getting just surviving #i just wish i got told more you can be whatever you want to be :)#instead of whatever you'll do you'll be good at so do what makes money and push your hobbies to the side you can do them after you retire #your mom likes this and you're good at it so you'll like it too it'll make you money this is the best thing #the other thing is harder and doesn't make as much money don't do that you won't like it that much i bet #when i was younger #maybe I'd be struggling more but I'd be really happy and fulfilled #or maybe this is genuinely the best timeline and eggs who tried to pursue art hates it now #maybe I'd be really stupid at all the other things i gave a passing glance at #eggsistential speaks #tag rant

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zestyzigzagoon · 11 days ago

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What I enjoy about the theoretical dynamic between the older/future Hoenn Coordinators is that you just know Harley spent years teasing May and Drew with all kinds of sappy stuff, but you also know that once M&D do get together, they are, in fact, that sappy (probably worse), and Harley would then complain about it and call them gross forevermore.

#and Solidad's just glancing at the camera like she's Jim from The Office the entire time.#Harley gets invited to contest's wedding (obviously) and he's like. 'okay. why do they have to kiss like that. in front of everyone.'#in his sort-of-joking-but-???-Harley-way of course #and Solidad's like 'ily but be quiet right now. also I see you trying to trip the officiant. stop it.'#I don't know what Harley and Solidad have/are and it's not really important to me as long as nobody separates them.#I think at any given point in time they're the two people who are the most capable of utter chaos in the room #and they keep each other in check.#if one is left without the other you get things like Harley employing Team Rocket that one time #or Solidad telling May basically everything about Drew except for his SSN.#being hyperbolic of course but my point stands.#Without Solidad Harley's left unchecked and is free to be The Worst Person Ever.#without Harley Solidad has nothing to funnel her control freak energy into so she gaslight gatekeep girlbosses in other people's business.#I love them. I need to write these four in the same fic at some point.

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microwavetoaster-selfships · 3 months ago

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I don't want to go to bed without trying to rip a Dr.Strangeglove model from the game first even if it seems like I will be running into some complications and possibly deadends but I fear I can feel some sleepiness creeping up on me, espeically after I had to get pulled away from intensely staring at my computer and lost some of my momentum. And I also worry that getting home tomorrow from workI won't have the same amount of energy for continuing this.I mean I still have some time left before I would like to go to bed but... i am getting closer to walking a fine line....

#I also got a really silly drawing idea that I want to do but for once it geniunely isnt related to him #And I will definietly have to do that later.#I dont know. If I get his model and it has enough bones maybe i can throw him into MMD or something. half joking.#Sorry I. keep having the stupid though in my head of like. Him glancing over at my screen and im not on a laptop so i cant slam the-#-computer shut so I just comically punch a hole through my monitor(dont worry it is cartoon logic so it is magically fixed and fine by the-#-next comic issue) and I just look at him nervously with like the cartoonish sweat droplets.#“It's only weird if you make it weird” I say knowing fully well that this is in fact weird.#Sorry i got mentally flashbanged with like five different images of him.#“Im going to sqeeze hiom and hug him and call him liiitttleee Tom!”/ref #SORRY. i love that little. quote. thingy. i like repeating that line a lot because it is just how i feel over a lot of things.#Ive really had many thoughts today. so many sillies.#So much love. and like five different things that i want to do at once that i have to put pins in. and. hope i will have the same impulse-#-to continue them at my next moment of free time.#I really like my drawing idea. i dont want to jinx myself but do stayed tuned for that so long as i dont talk myself out of it.#Who knows what i could do right now to be honest. I have enough in me to do an image dump of Dr.Strangeglove and say yeah what if i DO want #-to hold his hand!! Or something along those lines. I dont know. Im feeling more than good im feeling hyper and running off of-#-very strong feelings. which isnt a bad thing. but it just means big energy and big outputs! Such as. this post!#strangeglove💙💜

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afniel · 2 years ago

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Realizing that I went and wrote a bunch of intentionally aro relationships and my partner was like, "Idk, it seemed like normal relationships to me," and I was like, "I mean yeah it's not that different from ours, I guess, I was kind of going for 45° off from 'normal' romance," and they're like, "Okay, but ours is also pretty much like that," and I'm like, "Yeah, true," and now I'm like, damn hold up, are we both some kinda arospec and THIS is how we figure it out? Because I wrote a long-ass fic about intentionally queer-coded (among other things) robots? Life is weird, man.

Like I've been prone to extreme long-term crushes on a very few (mostly unattainable) people over the years, but I wouldn't have known what to do with them even if they worked out, and cough my ex was not even one of them. I just kind of assumed I was failing to feel a thing I was totally supposed to feel, there, and quite a lot of that relationship emotionally was me going, "Okay, I care like This, but I think I'm supposed to care like That? I'm pretty sure he cares That way. I'm not sure I do, but I mean, there's really only one way*, so maybe I'm just misreading this and actually I do care like That, I'm just bad at it."

*This was me being very incorrect, it turns out. There's all kinds of ways to love someone. It's a very inadequate and nonspecific word.

When I confessed my feelings (which I'd been sitting on for a year) to my partner, their reaction wasn't to be particularly romantic about it. In fact they told me they'd help me move to California if I wanted to. And after I got over my initial confusion of being kissed on the forehead (which is also not super romantic as a gesture and I couldn't decide how to even read that so I kinda skipped over even trying for a while), I was thinking, Awesome, that is a yes. They have promised to assist me with difficult stuff, and said nothing at all about emotions, because that's not a big deal anyway. The important thing is that I can rely on them and vice versa. Cool. We are basically together forever now. Which ended up being true. I just never moved out and now it's like 13 years later, go figure. But that's not what I think actually passes for reciprocating feelings for most people? Worked great for me though.

Anyway I feel like I have accidentally learned something about myself, lol. I guess romance is okay I guess, like it's not repulsive, but seriously, it's WAY more satisfying to me to guess someone else's Quiplash answer because you know they know you would think it's fucking funny, and you do, and because you think it's funny and you're well aware they know your type of humor and you know theirs and that you wouldn't expect them to use "cum" as an answer because that's not usually how they roll, so of course that is the only answer they can possibly give, which is instantly evident to both of you with no conversation whatsoever on the topic. When you got just one brain cell and it's quantum entangled with their just one brain cell so you have a lot of null discussions where nobody has to say anything but it's fully understood anyway, that's The Dream, if you ask me. And like I don't really think that's romantic by the usual definition. You can have that with friends and family, too. But that is what it turns out I prioritize in relationships, which I'm starting to feel like isn't what the majority of people are here for?

TFW it's hard to tell because I've been assuming I'm totally alloromantic so everything I experience must be typical totally alloromantic stuff too, but I'm starting to think it isn't maybe? But how do I even tell, this is like being colorblind, lmao.

#tfw you based a completely ace/aro relationship system off what ends up just being your normal IRL relationship #my partner read Failure To Compile and just went 'so we're coprocessors right' and I said 'yeah basically'#it was apparently not at all subtle to them and why would it be lmao they basically just Know What I'm Thinking #we have a lot of conversations that are just...*several facial expressions and a glance or two* them: 'no.' me: 'OH COME ON'#and yeah that's The Experience. 'what if an entire subculture's relationships were all like that' well it'd be great that's what #and also evidently immediately recognizable to a bunch of arospec readers #making me have to also question some long held assumptions about myself #well that's cool though. I'm always down to understand me better. and hey what a funny way to do it too #what's the point of writing something and trying to get kinda deep with it if you aren't learning from it really #this just means I'm so successful I even got myself somehow #flawless victory #aromantic #arospec #also yes the Quiplash thing happened for real just last night #I said their answer before it was even revealed and they just assumed I had somehow loaded the stream faster than them #because obviously I know what they put right?#I laughed my ass off tho

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im-smart-i-swear · 2 years ago

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i always assumed he cut his hair with a pair of shitty scissors in front of his bathroom mirror at like 2am

#my art #kuron vld #vld #kurons design is really fucking funny to me for some reson #he looks so goofy???? boy why do you dress like that #he looks like a dog in a medical cone......... WHY #cant take his ass seriously #shiros s1&2 design made him look serious and reliable #but somehow his clone has the dumbest fucking outfit #i dont hate it or anything btw but it IS very funny to me. not in a bad way hes just silly #love this guy hes a fucking idiot<3 my silly guy<333 #he caught one glance at himself in the mirror while idk brushing his teeth and had a breakdown #bc he didnt look enough like shiro and thats Not Good and he had to fix it so he doesnt feel Wrong anymore #having long hair was weird for him bc his brain was screaming at him that he doesnt look Right #but maybe there was a tiny part of him that didnt mind the hair. a part of him that wanted to be diffrent and try new things #but he couldnt do that bc Shiro Wouldnt Do That and he IS shiro(hes not). dumbass.#i love making clone characters trans allegories #or sometimes i just make literally them trans. its good for the soul:]#i am So Normal about this guy. i prommy.#kuronposting

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mala-sauce · 6 months ago

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y’all ever get an intense, ravenous craving for apples so you open yer fridge to get one but all you have are those weird gross green apples that taste more bitter than the tears of a grapefruit?

#“last night”… i say.. wistfully looking towards the window- night sky illuminating the room of which i reside in #suddenly(comma) a wave of frustration overcomes overwhelms and overtakes me #i ball up my fist(comma) shaking it back and fourth rhythmically (the rhythm is Rush E)#but suddenly- only midway through- i stop.#just what exactly am i doing?#am i really about to punch a hole through a wall.. simply because of my supposed lack of apples?#well why don’t i change that.#i glance at the door with an expression mixed with anxiety and longing;#a barrier.#one that was built only built to hold me back.#something sinisterly shaped solely to keep me shackled to my bed- a cruel fate dealt solely to i.#no. no! this can’t be the end; this cannot be the way my life goes #because i’m hankering for a honeycrisp #i fancy a fuji #i crave a cosmic crisp #fuck red delicious #i supplicate for a sweetango #i run downstairs as fast as i (safely) can #not fast enough #i hop the railing #sticking the landing(comma) i break into a sprint to get to the kitchen; i must satiate my appletite.#i fling open the fridge door with vigor rivaling that of the sun #i grab the first one i see #i take a bite #it’s still mid :/

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orcelito · 9 months ago

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Actually it was surreal as hell to look at my transcript today. I've got all but 3 classes done or in WIP. I'd have to Severely fuck up to fail any of my classes this semester, by this point. Which I don't think will happen. Honestly I might even get straight A's for the first time in college. Which would be cool!!!

So just three classes left. Just three. It's so wild. I'm pretty excited.

#speculation nation #for the first time i actually glanced at the 'apply for graduation' option #to graduate at the end of spring id have to apply by sometime in february.#idk i'll bring it up with the advisor tomorrow. make sure im actually good to graduate with these 3 classes.#part of the problem is the fact that i didnt see the classes i have to take 2 of on the offered list #which makes me nervous about whether theyre even available next semester. and what id have to do to take them.#alternative options? or *waiting*? thatd be even worse. so im not sure yet.#the other thing is that my major started requiring students to take an internship in order to graduate #but since ive taken a long ass time my index year aka when k started doesnt have that as a requirement.#at least that's what my last advisor said :p so im nervous about if this new one says differently.#an internship would certainly be useful for getting work experience and resume padding #but i never wanted to before bcus i needed to work my job. that paid me Money. unlike the probable internship.#and also i dont have my license and i DEFINITELY dont want to TRAVEL. what would i do with my cats #?????#so i havent done an internship. and i dont intend to. but if he says it's actually required then id have to work to get one over summer #etc etc. then graduation would be delayed.#i really really hope it doesnt turn out like that. i really Really want to just be done already. by the end of spring.#spring 25 give it up for graduating spring 25 #i was originally class of 19 lol but i like 25 better. in terms of numbers.#class of 15 for high school and 25 for college... yes #and YEAH it's taken me 10 years😭😭😭😭 thats why i dont want it to take any longer 😭😭😭😭 im so close i just wanna be DONE WITH IT!!!!!!#so fucking close i can taste it. im halfway done with my current semester too. So Fucking Close...

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pamesjatterson · 11 months ago

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moms have an inherent superpower to fuck up your day by yelling at you over the stupidest shit

#vinny vents #my mom is so annoying my goodness #i told her i texted everyone asking where the mop bucket is and she started giving me a speech about how we're always asking her stuff #and i repeated that i texted EVERYONE and nobody is expecting her to know everything #and she started yelling at me about how if i wanted her to answer i should have called #and i said that i couldn't ask everyone if i did call #and she said some 'well youre gonna be waiting a long time then because i dont check my phone'#and i said it would have been pointless to call her because she doesn't even know and she started yelling again while i was trying to ask m #dad. and he said 'well its probably downstairs'#and i said that me AND my sister already looked and my mom started talking about how 'yall never really look for stuff you just glance'#and i said that of course i actually checked because she TOLD ME to mop the house #and i was like 'what does yall even have to do with this we're talking about me specifically'#and she got all huffy and stormed off talking about some 'i just feel so unappreciated'#???#I don't even know what I did she just started yelling at me about like ten different things #its such a stupid thing too like why. why #delete l8r

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mymelodyisme · 1 year ago

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My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

#gosh it’s gonna be a long day and I’m running on two hours of sleep again #i only get the chance to work at night because I don’t have ✨privacy✨#and I’ve been going to bed late and waking up even more tired than usual and my mom’s been scolding me for it #and now I’ve had to tell her what I’m doing and I feel like I just gave another piece of me away again #everything I am everything I do has to be for other people #im so tired when will I give my last piece away 🥹#this was to make ME proud of ME I was doing it for myself and now I feel like it’s for her #and then she’s going to tell my dad and now it’s for him too #also I can’t even cry about it because she HAS to know why I’m upset #she keeps glancing up at me and talking to me in bits #all I have left is my emotions 🥹#anyhow sorry to start the day off so gloomy and depressing I have literally nothing to be sad about I’m very privileged #sorry you guys see me being a baby constantly 🥺 I really do have a good life and shouldn’t be complaining #here’s to a better day for us all #melifails #now i feel like a jerk subjecting you all to this😭 sorry sorry let’s move on #im gonna be a busy bee hopefully I can squeeze in a time for a nap #😭 I don’t waaaaaannnnnaaa sit for hours in the California heat MAYBE with the sun hitting us in the face #our football field is NOT kind in this way #hopefully my sister gets the shady side but even then the sun will hit us in the face eventually just not as long #im !!! excited!!!! I bought ice cream for today 👏🏽 I originally bought choco chip and minto moose tracks?? my sister loves mint flavor #so I bought mint Oreos too so she can eat them with her ice cream 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽#i assume we’re getting take out of some sort so that; ice cream; and uuuuuuu I don’t remember anything else I bought; my best friend did #bring us snacks yesterday!!! pretzels and cookies!!! so that!!!#okay brain no work no more I gotta get dressed love you muah muah muah

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gemharvest · 5 months ago

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tagginggg @thecatspasta @iamfabiloz @stromulites @zackcharine + if anyone wants to join in off of me, feel free to. <3

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

#tag game #tag chain #long post #ruining my cool facade by tally hall being on here /LHJ <- i just dont like tally hall that much anymore so it was a jumpscare #i am also using my liked spotify songs. ftr. really funny lineup here #for the life of me didnt remember A Soulmate Who. glanced at the lyrics. i know exactly why it's in my likes #YOURE KIDDING ME ONE MORE SONG AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO INCLUDE A GAKHED SONG. kills #i need to do more stuff ive been tagged in but . <- king of being too tired to do anything

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satsugo · 1 month ago

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୨୧ You tried to sneak out after a one-night stand. Gojo wakes up — calm, shirtless, and not okay with being left behind. What follows is possessive touches, quiet threats, and a reminder of who you belong to.

I wanted to write something that felt like a slow unravel — soft words, sharp intentions, and Gojo being terrifyingly calm in the way only he can be. just a lil treat for the yandere girlies ♡ hope it ruins you in the best way. mlist

gojo satoru x reader

minors do not interact. this piece is intended for 18+ audiences.

The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you tiptoed across the suite.

Gojo’s apartment was too clean — pristine white walls, muted city lights pouring through wide windows, and expensive silence that made your breath feel too loud. Your dress from the night before was clutched in one hand, wrinkled and still smelling faintly like sweat and cologne. You hadn’t even put your shoes back on yet.

He was still in bed, you were sure of it. He’d been wrapped in those dark gray sheets when you slid out, dead silent. You hadn’t dared to glance back.

Until now.

“Y’know,” a voice drawled behind you — slow, amused, terrifyingly awake. “If you really wanted to leave quietly, you probably shouldn’t have stolen my shirt.”

You froze mid-step, breath caught like prey in a trap.

He was sitting up now. Hair messier than before. One long arm braced behind him, the other pushing the sheets off his bare torso. His blindfold was gone, tossed somewhere on the nightstand, and his icy blue eyes caught the dim light like sharpened crystal.

You swallowed.

“It was cold,” you offered, lamely.

“Oh, totally,” he said, voice light and sarcastic. “That’s why you’re sneaking out like you killed somebody.”

You turned slowly. “I didn’t think you'd care—”

Gojo laughed. Not loud — just sharp, like a knife sliding across glass.

“You didn’t think I’d care?” he repeated. “Sweetheart… I’ve had your name circling my brain since the second you touched me.”

He stood, bare feet whispering across the hardwood as he stalked toward you — tall, loose-limbed, terrifyingly calm.

You backed up.

Bad idea.

He moved faster, one hand pressing against the wall just beside your head, caging you without even touching you.

“That’s mine,” he said softly, flicking the hem of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt — white, oversized, the one that hung just a little too low on you and hit just high enough on your thighs to drive him insane.

“You mean the shirt?”

His head tilted. “I mean you.”

You went quiet, breath shaky. “We hooked up once.”

“So?” Gojo smiled, slow and bright — but his eyes didn’t match. They burned. “You don’t do that with someone like me and leave. That’s not how this works.”

You opened your mouth, maybe to argue. But the words died on your tongue the second his fingers hooked under the shirt’s hem and pushed up — slow, deliberate, warm palms skating along the skin of your thighs.

“W-Wait—” You shifted, but he just stepped closer, pressing the full heat of his body into yours.

“Don’t run,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “You’ll only make me chase you. And you won’t like how that ends.”

Your breath hitched. His fingers kept moving — slipping higher, thumbs brushing over the crease of your hips, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“I liked seeing you in my shirt,” he said softly. “But I like you better out of it.”

You shivered.

Then he tugged — not gently. The shirt lifted over your head, arms caught for a moment before he pulled it free and tossed it aside. You were bare beneath, breathless and pressed against the wall like you didn’t know what to say.

“Pretty little thing,” Gojo murmured, fingers trailing over your bare stomach. “You really thought you could disappear from me? After the way you moaned my name last night?”

You blushed — visibly. It made his eyes darken.

He kissed you. Rough, breath-stealing, like he was trying to taste every sound you’d ever made. You clutched at his shoulders — and it hit you all over again just how strong he was. How fast he could crush you. But he didn’t.

Not yet.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.”

He didn’t yell — didn’t need to. You obeyed without thinking, legs shaky as you moved. He followed like a storm.

The sheets were still warm when he pushed you down, straddling you easily. His hands roamed — over your breasts, down your sides, fingers memorizing every inch like he’d been given a test on it.

“You looked so cute sneaking out,” he murmured, lips grazing your skin as he moved lower. “But you’re not going anywhere now. You hear me?”

You nodded — breathless, wrecked, unsure if it was fear or desire curling low in your stomach.

Maybe both.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and lingering, before glancing up with those impossible blue eyes.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”

And when he finally lowered his mouth to you — all heat, tongue, and expert cruelty — you forgot your own name.

But you remembered his.

Over and over and over again.

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