#to it anymore so does that mean i’m bad?

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. PLEASE READ AND LOOK UP DEFINITIONS OF WARNINGS FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION. HUGE TW FOR THIS CHAPTER. CSA (only mentioned, not described), angst, fluff, fighting, physical altercation, lying, and more.

A/N: This is long as fuck and have fun on this emotional rollercoaster lol this is barely proofread btw

With love and big tits, Rose

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P24: Too Soon?

A week. My mom would be gone on some work trip for an entire seven days.

I really don’t believe it. Part of me always thought she would lie about them being ‘work trips,’ but now I was sure. What kind of work trip didn’t have cell service?

She’s lying. I know she’s hiding something, I know deep down this probably isn’t the first time she’s done this before. But that’s not even the worst part.

The worst part is that she that she left Byalen in charge to ‘watch’ me—like a fucking babysitter, since I couldn’t be trusted anymore because of the time she caught me coming home with Chris early in the morning.

Fucking hypocrite. 

Sure, I wasn’t telling the truth—but neither was she. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. 

Currently, I’m on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as my phone rests on my stomach. Chris’ voice echoes through the device. We’ve been talking for hours. I really want to just go over and see him—see my boyfriend, but I can’t. Not while I’m being fucking babysat. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sleep over? You need to sleep.” Chris says.

God, the offer is tempting. All of me wants to say yes, walk over to his house, and cuddle up in his arms. But I can’t. I’ve slept like shit for the past three days and it keeps getting worse. I need him to hold me in order to feel okay, I wanna sleep in a house that feels like a home too. 

It’s not even just him. It’s Jimmy, it’s Matt, and hell—even Trevor. I love being around them, it makes everything feel so much easier. 

I huff, shaking my head against my pillow as I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m being fuckin babysat at 18 years old.” I remark. 

A wave of silence washes over for a minute. I can practically hear Chris thinking, the slight vibration of a curious hum sounding through the phone. My fingers callus over my lip, the slight graze of my nails making the muscle tingle in a way that mimics how Chris’ lips feel against my own.

Fuck. I miss that. 

It’s like he has something that I need and crave all the damn time, like he possesses some sort of energy that makes my body feel better—lighter, even. 

“Well…what if I came over there?” He offers. 

My eyebrows twist together. I lick over my lip, gnawing on the muscle as I think of his statement. 

“But…but what if we get caught?” I question. 

I could imagine it. Baylen would see Chris and all hell would break loose. 

I doubt he’d cover for me, he’d probably enthusiastically go telling my mom the second she walks back into the house. 

Chris lets out a dry laugh. “Has he really ever bothered to check in your room? I mean, even if he does, I’ll just hide in your closet or something.”

“That’s kinda gay, bro,” I joke, gnawing on my lip as I hear Chris let out a fit of chuckles that make my heart echo in my ears. 

I love being able to do that. Hearing him laugh—making him laugh, it all feels so pure. It honestly feels as intimate as him in between my legs, just in a different type of way. 

Either are addicting. It was hard to miss only one or the other, I craved both. 

I wanted to feel the euphoric relief from his touch. I wanted to laugh with him to the point where I couldn’t think of anything except how bad my stomach cramped from giggling. 

I wanted everything and all of it—I just want him. 

It’s only been a bit over a week since we made things official, but god—I could feel emotions building so rapidly, so much that they felt like they were consuming every corner of my mind.

Some of it made me sick. 

I never felt this way with Ryan, my ex. The butterflies were there, but not to this extent—not to the point where I caught myself trying to imagine he was holding me in order to fall asleep. 

“Do you want me to come over and not?” Chris remarks, pulling me back to reality as his voice echoes through my phone. 

I bite back a sore smile, humming in approval, “Yes please.” 

___

It feels good like this. Every inch of my body is content, my limbs melted in his hold as I let myself breathe in the fresh air from the cracked window in my bedroom.

His hand is combing through my hair. I hear him clear his throat, his chest rumbling as he begins to speak, “So, um…I…I’ve really missed you.” he says—again.

My lips tug into an unrelenting smile. We’ve been cuddling for hours and he’s repeated the same statement at least ten times. 

It should be annoying, but it’s not. It makes me feel warm—it makes me feel a part of the moment, like every wave of the breeze is infiltrating the pores on my skin to ground me with a profound amount of peace. 

“I missed you too.” I reply, scratching my nails over his chest as I let out another hum of contentment. His lips press against the crown of my head, a lingering kiss placed on my scalp as I feel his warm breath tickle into my hair. 

It’s dark now. We should be tired, but we’re not. A short nap had rendered us a bit sad since we wanted to watch the sunset together, but it was okay since now we got to watch the night sky illuminate with a crescent moon and thousands of stars varying in vibrance. 

I wonder who’s watching. Maybe my dad is one of those stars, maybe he gets to see me finally living after all these years without him. 

The gap of his presence still aches in my heart, but it’s not as exhausting. A tiny splinter of a gap still remains in the pumping muscle, but it seems to be soothed by the added layers of security from Chris’ arms around me. 

“What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Chris asks, combing through my hair. 

I crane my head to stare up at him, sparing a soft smile as I give a slight shrug of my shoulders. “I just…” my words float into the air, unfinished as I gulp the lump in my throat that seems to build with how his eyes are piercing into me. “-I really like this. I…really like you…being here with me. It’s just–” 

Chris leans down, pressing the tip of his nose against my own as he blinks, his eyes lashes fluttering against my own with a ticklish sensation that makes a soft sigh fall from my lips. 

“-good. I’m glad you like it because I love it. You don’t understand how much I missed holding you, really,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips in a way that makes my stomach swarm with warm butterflies. “-this makes me so, so, so fuckin’ happy—holding my girl, in my arms—”

“You’re never gonna stop saying that, huh?” I tease, biting on my lip as his eyes open and gleam into my own.              

Chris purses his lips, shrugging. “Nah. Getting to call you my girl?” he puffs, his eyes going with before he offers a playful smile, “-could never get old to me. Makes me feel all….” he wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling a gasp from my mouth as he pulls my chest plush against his, “-warm.” 

Ugh. He feels the same way I do—maybe even more so. 

I let myself bathe in his stare, the reassurance of his gaze making me feel like moonlight—calm, radiate, and important. Part of me doesn’t wanna speak at all, the fear of this exact moment ending making my heart pulse in my chest with a sharp sting. 

But it’s okay. 

It’s okay because I know there will always be more moments like this with him. It’s okay because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll ever let me feel anything less than cared for. 

Words linger on the tip of my tongue, words I know I shouldn’t say—not yet, at least.

But it’s true. I love him, I really, really do. I don’t know when the realization happened. Honestly, I think it might’ve been when we first met, like some sort of cautious feeling that was warning me of destiny. 

Chris licks over his lips, his smile fading into a serious look as he swallows thickly. “I…I know we haven’t been official for very long, but—I…I feel things for you, I feel so much it hurts,” he breaths. 

My breath halts in my chest, my ears ringing as my bones seem to vibrate inside my body. He feels it too. It’s like everything about us is connected, like everything is falling into place so effortlessly it feels like magic. 

“I…” The words fall flat on the tip of my tongue, my eyes glazing over with pure emotion as I let my eyes wander over his face.

It’s so comfortable. All I can hear is our hearts beating in sync, the way my entire soul is burning for me to say it—say everything. 

“I love you.”

My eyes widened in shock. The words had rambled off my tongue so rushed, the devotion hanging in the air with an accompanied echo of his own voice. 

“Oh.” 

Our words are still in sync. We both let out a small laugh, the giggles falling quiet as we just breath in each other’s presence. 

“I guess that wasn’t as scary as I was making it out to seem, huh?” he tuts. 

I shake my head, laughing under my breath as I shrug, “-I guess so.” 

___

Chris’ POV

I keep waking up. I’m not sure what time it is, but it’s like my body doesn’t want to sleep, even though I’m very comfortable, I just wanna look at her in my arms. 

The slight sound of crickets echoing with the cool night air makes me sigh. My eyes drift over to her nightstand, her empty water bottle catching my attention. She had jugged all of it and fell back asleep within an instant a while ago, waking up a bit later, disappointed to find the bottle empty. 

Maybe I should fill it for her.

Yeah.

Slowly sliding away, I wince hearing her let out a small whimper, reaching out for me as I stand up fully. Her eyes peek open. I pet over her shoulder, cooing, “-hey, go back to sleep—’m just gonna fill your water, okay?” 

She nods hazily, her eyes falling shut with a slight scowl printed on her face. 

God, she’s pretty.

My stomach flutters with warmth as I watch her bottom lip pout slightly, her arms reaching out and tugging the pillow that was beneath my head into her hold as she greedily takes a large breath.

Fuck.

She’s barely awake and she still wants me. 

With light steps, I carefully make my way out of her room, venturing through the halls in hopes of finding the kitchen. It doesn’t take long. I walk into the tiled room, the cold flooring against my feet making me miss the warmth of her touch. 

“Ugh,” I sigh, walking over to the sink and filling the bottle, trying to tilt the object to create as little noise as possible. 

My lips roll together, my mind racing with thoughts as I reminisce on earlier. I was so scared to tell her that I loved her, I was scared it was too soon, too much, or purely insane to feel so strongly when we only made things official a bit ago. 

But she said it at the same time, and somehow that was better than her saying it back. 

“Who the fuck?” 

My eyes go wide as I screw on the cap to the water bottle. I turn around, finding her brother with messy hair and sunken eyes staring at me with a scowl. 

Fuck. 

“Shit.” I mutter, squinting my eyes shut in hopes I’m just having a nightmare. 

But no. 

I open my eyes, he’s still there—closer. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he interrogates, his shoulders broadening as his nostrils flare with an angry huff. 

“I, uh,” I look towards the hallway, mentally cursing myself as I think of her getting in trouble because of me, “-I’m Chris. I’m…uh—”

I don’t get the chance to finish. Baylen’s eyes shift to the bottle in my hand, his tongue prodding on the side of his cheek as he shakes his head disappointedly. 

“What? Are you her boyfriend or something?” he asks, lips tugged into a straight line. 

Gulping, I nod. Surely me being her boyfriend is better than being a stranger breaking in, right?

“No.”

The fuck?

My brows furrow together at his statement. Baylen seems to analyze the confusion on my face, shrugging as he repeats the words with a more tense voice, “-I said no.” 

“What? No? Hate to break it to you, but that’s not really your decision.” I point. 

No wonder she can’t get along with him, he’s a prick. He barely acts like a brother, yet he’s trying to dictate our relationship? 

Fuck that. I’ve done more for her than he has with a fraction of the time. 

I mean, how hard is it to be there for his sister? 

After losing my mom and Nick, no matter how distant or hurt I was, I still hugged Matt when he needed it. I might’ve grown distant, but I never grew heartless.

Baylen couldn’t even suck it up to play video games with her. 

His face contorts with distaste. I let out an angry sigh, my eyes rolling while he let out a scoff. 

“She’s my sister. I’m the one who gets to look out for her, not some guy she’s known for what, a couple months?” he remarks, a slight snort echoing at the end of his sentence. 

His words seem to make my heart pummel against my chest with rage, the statement making my blood boil as I lick over my teeth. “Look out for her? You can’t even sit down and play a video game with her for more than five minutes. Just…” I shake my head, watching as his face shifts into shock before the fury in his eyes starts to become more intense, “-it’s whatever.” 

Baylen clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head, “Shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

My nose twitches, my eyes squint as my jaw becomes tight. Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to? 

“Oh, I have no idea what I’m talking about?” I huff, my brows lifting as I let out a dry laugh, “-no, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re an awful fucking brother, you have no say in anything when you’re treating her like…like a fucking dick.” 

His jaw clicks. Baylen stalks forward, his hands twisting in the collar of my shirt as he yanks me to the side, pushing me against the wall as his eyes glare into me, the anger radiating off of him making the ache in my head from the impact seem less apparent as I drop the water bottle and clutch onto his wrists, trying to yank him off of me. The loud clunk of the bottle hitting the ground makes me wince. I huff at his unrelenting grip, taking a heavy sigh as I try to calm the pulsing anger in my body. 

I can’t hit him. She cares about him—even if he hurts her, I know that would make her upset.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeats, his voice dangerously low as he pushes me harder against the wall.  

“You abandoned her when she needed you most. What kind of brother does that?” I spit, the emotions in my voice leaking with a bit of hypocrisy. 

I wasn’t always the best when it came to comforting Matt after my mom and Nick had died, but at least I came around. Someone had to knock some sense into me—that someone being my dad, but it didn’t seem like anyone was ever gonna set Baylen straight. 

“You—you don’t get it. Stop. Just—just shut up,” he yells, shoving me even harder as I feel the back of my head pulse. 

“I do. Just…ow, fuck—” I hiss, the pain becoming evidentally apparent as my skull aches, “-I lost some of my family. Someone had to knock some sense into me. She—she’s your sister, you both lost your dad, she’s hurting and—shit.” 

It fucking hurts. The back of my head is pulsing, an echoing pain bursting through my forehead as I try to move, only to have him shove me harder. 

“I didn’t lose anyone. You…you don’t understand.” 

My eyes peak open, curiosity accompanied by pain as I hear a slight crack in his voice. His face drops with sadness, the anger fleeting into some sort of sullen emotion as he swallows thickly. 

“You…you don’t understand. That man—he’s not my father. He’s a sick excuse of a man that traumatized her and she doesn’t even fucking remember,” he spits. 

“I…what?” I breathe, my chest tightening as Baylen loosens his grip around the collar of my shirt, his lower lip wobbling. 

“I’m never supposed to tell her. I…I have to hear her mourn a man who would…who’s the reason she’d have to sneak into my room—he’s the reason she could never make it through the night without having an accident. Something was wrong—everything was wrong.” 

“What—what’re you saying?” I ask, my mouth falling open as I let my hands fall from his wrists. 

Baylen’s eyes sink with sadness, his cheek hollowing as he gulps. “She wasn’t potty trained for a long time. At first, I didn’t get it. But…but…he was touching her, her body was showing all the signs of sexual assault, but I was just a kid, I didn’t…I—by the time I understood what had happened, it—it was too late. Now I have to hear her mourn a man who is the reason I feel—he’s…he’s the reason I can’t comfort her, he’s the reason I can’t look at her,” he says, his head tilting as his face scrunches with pain;

“He’s the reason I hate myself—the reason I can’t let myself get close to her without seeing how much of a failure I am.” 

Oh.

[writeriguess]

hi!!! first of all forgive me my bad english, it's not my mother tongue 💔 well, could you make an angst with male!reader x Bakugou where their marriage has been having many problems for a long time but only the reader seems to realize this, and try to change it, until the point comes that he gives up, asks for a divorce and leave home, and only then does Bakugou realize and kind of panic and start trying everything to change the reader's mind? with a happy ending please!!? 🩷

Cracks in the Foundation

The dinner table was silent again.

The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful. The kind that felt suffocating.

You poked at your food, barely even hungry anymore, despite having made all of Katsuki’s favorites. You had hoped—desperately—that maybe tonight would be different. That maybe this time, he’d look up at you, really look at you, and see just how exhausted you were. How much effort you were putting into keeping this marriage afloat.

But instead, he was focused on his phone, answering work emails between bites, barely acknowledging your presence.

It had been like this for months. Maybe even years.

At first, you thought it was just his job. He was a pro-hero, after all. He had responsibilities. You had understood that. But there had been a time when he would still make time for you. When he’d call just to hear your voice, when he’d come home exhausted but still kiss you like you were the most important thing in his world.

Now? Now, it felt like you were just… there.

Something inside you twisted painfully.

“Katsuki,” you finally spoke, voice quiet but firm.

He hummed absentmindedly, still not looking up.

You gritted your teeth.

“Can we talk?”

“Tch. Ain’t we already?”

“No,” you said, a little sharper this time. “I mean really talk.”

That finally got his attention. He sighed, setting his phone down with a barely concealed look of irritation. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling your heart pound against your ribs. You had gone over this in your head so many times, trying to find the right words, but now that you were here, nothing seemed enough to capture just how much this was breaking you.

“…Do you even love me anymore?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widened slightly, the irritation quickly shifting into something more defensive. “The fuck kinda question is that?”

“It’s an honest one,” you said, meeting his gaze even though it hurt. “Because I don’t feel like you do.”

His brows furrowed, and his jaw tightened. “That’s bullshit.”

“Is it?” You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. “Because, Katsuki, I don’t even remember the last time you actually looked at me like I was your husband and not just some… roommate you barely tolerate.”

His expression darkened. “You’re overthinking shit again.”

You inhaled sharply, clenching your fists. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it seem like I’m just making this up in my head. You barely talk to me anymore. You don’t touch me unless I’m the one reaching for you first. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time you told me you loved me without me saying it first!”

“I married you, didn’t I?” he snapped, voice rising. “Ain’t that enough? I’m working my ass off out there to make sure we have a damn future—”

“I never asked for any of that!” You stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. “I asked for you, Katsuki! I wanted us! But somewhere along the way, I lost that. I lost you. And now I feel like I’m the only one trying to fix something that’s already broken.”

He stared at you, mouth slightly open, but no words came out.

You exhaled shakily, running a hand through your hair. And then, finally, you let out the words that had been clawing at your throat for months.

“I want a divorce.”

The world seemed to go silent.

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, all the color draining from his face.

“…What?”

Your chest felt tight, your body trembling. But you forced yourself to stand firm. “I can’t do this anymore. I’ve tried. I’ve really tried. But I can’t keep giving everything to someone who doesn’t even see me anymore.”

Panic flickered across his features for the first time. He shot up from his chair so fast it nearly toppled over. “No. No, you don’t mean that—”

“I do.”

His hands curled into fists. “You’re not fuckin’ leaving me.”

Your lips trembled, but you shook your head. “I already did. A long time ago.”

You turned, walking towards the door. Your packed bag was already waiting by the entrance. You had made your decision long before this conversation even started.

Katsuki moved fast. He was in front of you before you could take another step, grabbing your wrist in desperation.

“Wait,” his voice cracked. “Just—fuck—wait, okay?”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, you saw it.

Fear.

Pure, raw fear.

“…Don’t go,” he whispered. His grip on your wrist tightened just slightly, like if he let go, you’d disappear. “I—I didn’t realize—fuck, I didn’t see it. I thought we were fine.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “That’s the problem, Katsuki. We weren’t.”

He exhaled shakily, shaking his head. “I can fix this.” His voice was pleading now. “I will fix this. Just—please. Don’t go.”

You hesitated. God, how you wanted to believe him.

But how could you?

“Why now?” you asked, voice thick. “Why is it only now that you care?”

“Because I was a fucking idiot,” he admitted, eyes shining with something dangerously close to tears. “Because I got so fucking used to you always bein’ there that I didn’t think I could ever lose you.” His breath hitched. “But I can. And I don’t want that. I can’t—I won’t lose you.”

You bit your lip hard, torn between every emotion warring inside you.

Then, he did something unexpected.

He fell to his knees in front of you.

Bakugou Katsuki, the strongest, most prideful man you had ever known, was on his knees, gripping your hands like a lifeline.

“Please,” he rasped. “Give me another chance.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

You wanted to. God, you wanted to.

But…

“I need time,” you whispered.

His shoulders shook, but he nodded. “Okay,” he breathed. “Okay. Take as much time as you need. Just—just don’t shut me out completely. Let me prove to you that I can be better. That I will be better.”

You hesitated for a long moment… before finally nodding.

And for the first time in years, Katsuki held onto you like he’d never let go again.

***

It took time. It took effort. It took Katsuki breaking down the walls he had unknowingly built, piece by piece, proving to you every single day that he wasn’t going to take you for granted anymore.

At first, you weren’t sure if you could believe him.

You had already packed your bags. You had already walked out that door. And yet, after everything, he was still there—calling, texting, showing up at your temporary apartment, asking if you’d eaten, if you were sleeping well, if you needed anything.

The first few weeks, you kept your distance. You had to. The wound was still fresh, the pain of being unseen for so long still too raw.

But Katsuki never stopped trying.

He started small.

A simple good morning text every day.

Then, food deliveries to your doorstep with a note scrawled in his messy handwriting: Eat, dumbass.

Then, showing up at your work just to see you for five minutes—never pushing, never begging, just… being there.

One night, about a month after you left, there was a knock on your door.

When you opened it, there he stood, drenched from the rain, holding a plastic bag. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his usual sharp red eyes uncertain.

“…You’re gonna get sick,” you muttered, stepping aside.

He walked in hesitantly, glancing around the apartment. It was much smaller than the home you had shared, barely big enough for one person. It made his throat tighten.

“I, uh… brought you dinner.” He held up the bag, awkward as hell.

You sighed, taking it from him. Katsuki never did things like this before. Not without you asking first.

But this wasn’t the same Katsuki who had ignored your pleas for attention.

This was a man who was fighting with everything he had.

“…You didn’t have to,” you said, softer this time.

“Yeah, I did.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Look… I know you ain’t ready to come back. And I ain’t expectin’ ya to. But—” His jaw clenched before he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to say the words he had never been good at. “I miss you. Every day, I wake up and reach for you, and you’re not fuckin’ there. And it’s my fault. I get that. But I need you to know I ain’t gonna stop tryin’.”

Your grip tightened around the plastic bag, chest aching. “Katsuki…”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “I see you now. And I hate myself for not seein’ it sooner.” His voice lowered, thick with emotion. “Please… just tell me what I gotta do to fix this.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you turned, setting the food on the small dining table. Then, you whispered:

“…Sit down. Eat with me.”

His breath hitched slightly, and when you glanced back at him, there was something dangerously close to relief in his eyes.

“…Yeah,” he murmured. “Okay.”

And that was how it started.

Slowly, carefully, you let him back in.

Katsuki took every opportunity to show you that he wasn’t the same man you had walked away from.

He called you every night, just to ask about your day. He planned date nights—real date nights, where he focused on you, not work, not anything else. He even went to therapy—not that he’d admit it outright, but you noticed the difference. He was learning how to communicate, how to listen.

And it wasn’t just words anymore.

It was actions.

One evening, nearly six months after you left, he showed up at your apartment again. This time, though, he wasn’t alone.

He held a small black box in his hands, fingers gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

You stared at it, heart pounding. “Katsuki…”

He swallowed hard. “It ain’t what you think.”

Slowly, carefully, he opened the box.

Inside was a new wedding ring. Different from the one you had left behind.

“This ain’t me askin’ you to marry me again,” he said, voice rough but sure. “Not yet. I know I still got shit to prove. But I want you to have this.” He exhaled shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because when you’re ready… when you want to come home… I want it to be different this time. I wanna do it right.”

Your vision blurred with tears.

This was the Katsuki you had fallen in love with. The one who fought tooth and nail for what mattered to him.

And for the first time in years, you felt like you mattered to him again.

“…Okay,” you whispered, reaching out. Your fingers brushed against his as you took the box.

His breath caught.

“Okay?” he echoed, barely daring to hope.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes. “Not yet. But… soon.”

And when he reached for your hand, squeezing it tight, you knew—without a doubt—that this time, things would be different.

That you were worth fighting for.

And he wasn’t going to let you go.

Ever again.

[pepperpixel]

SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS,

BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY,

IT TAKES TWO TO TOXIC!

FINALLY!!! Finished these pics of jinx I’ve been working on!!!!! HOLY SHIT, these took so long…. But finally… they’re done… pls enjoy this art of my beautiful princess w a disorder. Featuring alternate colors for the big pic and also a closeup! Cuz I rlly like how both the lines and coloring on her face turned out… like the pink gradients w her eye… her deer in headlights expression,, like uve just startled a raccoon digging thru ur trashcan and r two seconds away from getting mauled.. m proud of it!

[trashcandroid]

ok finished it, really rambly rant in tags lol

watching barry now, finished season one

[lemonthepotato]

I diagnose her with tism.

will do nontism pink icons too. wanted to add the infinity symbol somewhere but uh… I couldn’t get it to look fine so w/e.

[lunaticamic]

it’s incredible how hateful and obsessed with sainz are every comments on a big motorsport page on facebook… when the post even remotely mentions him the comments are like “oh yes because his obsession is only leclerc!!” “no top team wants him because his entourage is horrible!!” “oh he’s got a big ego and it’s not a team player. he races for himself only” and others alike…… he’s really rotating in your head. you middle aged italian men would do numbers as twitter fangirls‼️

[ciderjacks]

argh. This comic writing is taking me way longer than usual. I keep editing things and it doesn’t feel right.

[spacespore]

HI TUMBLRR it’s me

[simcardiac-arrested]

i don’t think we’re ever getting out of the “we’re just friends” “oh yeah those characters are such good friends (sarcasm)” “they’re not friends they’re gay” etc etc hole. we’re never getting out of that hole

[itchose]

can people stop referring to Akilah as “the normal one” in ref to everyone else

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

I FIGURED IT OUT

[exopelagic]

i said i wouldn’t do it this time but it’s 3am and mods asleep. boy

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[herawell]

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[bitterpngs]

just took my spanish test

[paradisaeidaes]

If you ask me why I even like Kaveh I’ll probably tell you he’s my cutie.

But if you ask me on a deeper level I will probably say he is the only consistency I have in my life. He’s so, perfect. As perfect as humanely possible. I have spent years of my very early formative years trying to perfect myself and I reached a certain level to which i developed habits of people pleasery to an extent such things did not harm me but paid off in my eyes just because it made people smile. My favourite thing was being a doorstop for others and to be used. And for the first time ever I saw someone exactly like me. And I know people say that oh they relate to him all the time I assure you they do not. Judging from the observation I did they don’t do the things he did . . At least not in the way I did them. And although that seems self centred I value accuracy so much and I just feel like our lives are so copy pasted to even the most irrelevant finest details . . He hurts himself so much just for a fickle sense of happiness for others and for the first time I see how my behaviour looks to outsiders, and it makes me so very sad. I would also say he motivates me, stupidly enough, to be better even though I lost everything. I know he technically didn’t lose every single thing. Since he still had tighnari and cyno and the others but I just . . It still motivates me. Things don’t motivate me easily since my motivation is mostly internal. And he’s so polite and kind despite it all . . I know I lost most of my personality some months ago, after all of that scary stuff happened. Honestly right now I am a shell of a person and I do not know what I’m doing here and I kind of have no purpose but I just feel like despite how lost I am with everything and everyone and how utterly confusing it all is to my brain he kind of helps me. I feel like I forgot most of the reasons I like him apart from the fact that I do actually like him. But still . . He makes the degree I was forced into bearable like I can do it. He makes me want to stop being so angry all the time because of how much I was abused and just be better. But stupidly enough yet again I feel like I’m failing. I lost so much of my identity because of the abuse I feel like I failed miserably. I know he doesn’t exist of course but I just worry . . If he did I surely let him down and I wouldn’t be the type of person he would want to be around. Partly because the trauma was too horrible and that even a human has limits. But partly because we’re so similar. And different of course. I just am so confused. With so many things. And despite my confusion at least I have his personification. So maybe I’m not completely alone . .