#wanna one imagnes

[jordanraye47]

Headcanons about my favourite characters (yk who my fav is but whatever stfu /respectfully) [some ANSGT for y’all depressed people] ITS SO MUCH IZZY OMFG

Izzy is Scarlett’s younger sister. Idc if the order of seasons don’t let it make sense. Scarlett has older sister energy so I decide that they are sisters.

Noah has dyslexia. He loves to read and won’t let dyslexia stop him‼️Like his sisters see him with the same book for 3 months bc it takes AGES to read one

did I forget to mention that? He’s the youngest of ALOT of sisters (inspo from @deadmxnsparty on TT from the fic Stakes)

I have SO MUCH on izzy I need one list js for her so I’ll try and put a few on this one.

Her hair gets really really messy and often covers her face. So she ends up having to manually hold up her bangs if she has to look someone in the eyes or smth cause her hair covers up her eyes.

She canonically has psychosis, and being a pretty expressive and hyper person, it’s easy to get overwhelmed with emotions. So regardless of how many psychotic attacks or breakdowns she has, she never gets a full grip on how to handle them. So it ends with her running away from whatever situation she’s in so nobody sees her, and so she doesn’t hurt anyone.

NOAH AND IZZY ARE BEST FRIENDS BC I SAID SO

Just like Duncan, I think Izzy has some family that’s in the police or involved in it. So she’s definitely familiar with law and punishments. But she’s also really good at getting away with it.

Imagne if like Scott Izzy and Scarlett were siblings 😔 izzy would be a farmer lmao

I CANNOT FIND OUT IF SHE IS SCOTTISH OR IRISH ISTG

she wears crocs, attack me

She is not allowed in the kitchen alone. During cooking challenges on TD, she’s either js put to the fucking sidelines or someone it put on duty just to make sure she doesn’t fuck up.

got recruited by the FBI and/or army. She’s smart and strong like ??????

omfg I’m so bloated rn fuck my uterus

COURTZZY HCS (my pookies)

its js criminal x lawyer so she KNOWS the law, she just dgaf

regardless, she tries to help Courtney w work whenever she needs it. She probably has no idea what she’s doing but she tries helping at least, and she’s js happy when Courtney is. So like if Courtney passes an important test or smth, she js goes along w the excitement, even though she has no idea what’s happening.

and speaking of school n shit; Izzy dosent prioritise school, nor focus much on it. Especially compared to Courtney. But shes smart, enough to understand that Courtney is passionate about it. And as much as she likes bothering Courtney and hanging with her, Izzy’s quiet when she thinks Courtney needs silence to study, or just alone time in general.

IOTSSSS😈😈 (the angst is going hard rn. REREADING THIS IT SOUNDS SO DEEP AND LOWJRY POETIC IM PROUD) I wanna make this into a fic😔

Man the survivors guilt is CRAZY‼️🙏

Like she has Eva but the feeling that she had the opportunity to change the outcome still lingers. Like why didn’t she argue with Duncan enough to not let Noah stay

It’s not that she thought Noah wasn’t able to protect himself, but he didn’t. He didn’t exactly know how to fight, and he couldn’t sass his way out of death.

Duncan had to practically force Izzy along when they walked back. The danger of the island hadn’t properly gotten to her then, but if it had, she wouldn’t have let any of her friends out of her sight for a second.

She wasn’t strong enough to protect everyone, but she’s convinced she could’ve done better. And maybe Noah, Courtney, Owen, Lindsay and everyone else could’ve made it.

Like I said, the survivors guilt is pretty rough after a fucking massacre ykwim?

And she was 16 when this happened. And so was everyone else. And regardless of age, nobody should’ve gone though that, alive or not.

Her relationship to things associated with the death of her friends are definitely weird. Like when things like showering and drinking water felt like tasks. Like watching the water from the tap run for 10 minutes cause the image of Noah’s dead body in the water, surrounded by his own blood, wouldn’t leave her alone.

She felt disgusted by herself when she avoided water like the plague. She refused to leave the house, even to just go out with the trash or pick up the mail.

The neighbours across her father’s apartment used to come to her door and ask for her parents. They complained about how loud she was when she was outside by the playground when she was 10. Their jaws would probably drop if they saw how she’d changed.

She found herself on multiple occasions, talking to herself. Just to make sure she still had a voice. She hadn’t talked in ages. And even if she did, it was only to her siblings maybe once a week, and maybe a word or two to her parents if they were lucky.

Even after turning 17, the mentality and maturity stayed the same. The memories of that island never faded. But the others did. She had a few videos and pictures on a digital camera, and that was the best preserved memories of her friends. She was afraid that if she lost these, she’d forget their voice and face.

[lymoon00]

VENTING , please don't bother reading this

imagne wearing the same dress your sister is wearing , but her body looks better and it make the dress looks good , while yours make the dress looks stupid even if it's pretty

i got tringle body shape , 3 of my sisters got the hourglass shape ... and i think no one can imagne how this can make a person feel insecure

thats why i always refuse to twin with sisters in clothes , if i didn't have them , or at least if their body type is js like me i wouldn't feel that insecure

in every occasions visits , i always feel concern of what im going to wear , what dress will make my body looks good , and will make me look skinnier , while my sisters wear any shit and looks good on them !

mother saying 'try to love your body' assured me that my body isn't good enough , i hate how my mom comments about my body , i remember she told me how i look fat or some shit and hell that made me cry alot , made me starve and hate eating , made me look at the mirror wondering why im different from my sisters

can you imagne what my shitty younger sister have said ? she said that she heard our older sister saying that she (my younger sis) and (my other sisters) have a perfect hips , i know i don't have it ofc she won't mention me , but my younger sister saying 'i felt confident' make me wanna kill her , she knows how i hate my body shape so it's obvious you doin this to make me jealous .. shes a literal shit

i got straight af hair , besides my stupid tringle rectangle body , my sister saying 'it's not beautiful for girls to have a featureless body' or she says 'straight hair isn't pretty , it made girls look silly' , oh yeah ??? excuse me ?? your older sister have those shits why trying to show her how bad she looks ?? how she gots bad genes ?? I FUCKING HATE HER FOR THIS

never read this guys , im js venting bout my own problems ..

[minhyuwun]

Can I requests from the new drabble. situation: 12 and sentence: 38 with Sungwoon?? And omg you are so creative I love how you always come up with new ideas.

prompt: (12) Finally home after a hard day + (38) “You just feel really good. Soft and warm…”

genre: fluff>smut, u know the drill;D

warnings: none. unless ur underage!!! and/or uncomfortable with curse words esp during sexy times!

a/n: i hope u enjoy this one anon and i hope i didn’t let u down!!! andddd yeah, thank you so so much for requesting (esp trusting me with it)!

The door clicks open, but before you could even turn around, a hug–which feels more like a headlock has already entrapped you. “I’m home, baby!” Sungwoon screams way too happily. Before you could detest and tell him how the hell he doesn’t sound tired despite it being the time of their comeback promotions, he plops himself down on the sofa–heaving a deep sigh. The sudden weight making you shift, turning to face him.

“Hey…” You ruffle his hair, eventually letting your hand rest on his arm, slowly carressing it. “I’m guessing someone needs a hug.”

He turns to face you as well, moving closer. You wrap him in your arms, making him look tinier than ever as he cozies himself within your grasp. You place your other hand at his back, patting it lightly–wanting nothing but to remove all the stress he has been feeling through the slightest touch of your hand. “I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too,” he tells you as his prior nuzzled face pops up inbetween your arms. “Ah…” He closes his eyes. “I love this. I love you. I really really really love you.” He looks like a little child smiling with his eyes closed, making you laugh a little.

“What’s with you today? You missed me that much?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You’re all that I need after a long day of work,” he sneaks up his arms to place yours on your sides–he holds them firmly, keeping them in place. “You just feel really good…” His hands were now slowly stroking your arms–making you feel slight shivers. “Soft and…” He moves his face closer to yours. His breath feeling hotter and hotter on your neck with each word. “Warm.”

Both of you can’t help it as your lips crash into each other without hesitation. His lips taking over yours, making you smile at the wince of pain with each bite he places at your bottom lip. “Sorry,” he giggles through the kiss. “Can’t help it,” before you could even say a word, his lips would already catch yours. The warmth of his tongue such a familiar feeling on yours it makes you crave, and crave, for more–for him.

His hands have now found its way to the end hem of your shirt. Lingering on it for a few seconds, his fingertips teasing your hidden skin with its soft touch. Before you know it, he’s already got you removing your shirt–quickly getting out of it. A moan elicits from your mouth as his hands cup your breasts–your flimsy bra making it an easy access for him to run circles with his thumbs on your nipples, instantly making it hard.

“Fuck,” you whisper. The rush of it all making your cheeks flush. His hands make its way down to your stomach, then the bottom of your waist. Eventually, the waistband of your panties. He smirks as you let out another moan, clearly getting impatient.

“May I?” He asks, his voice low. You nod quickly before returning your lips to find his. He removes your underwear right away, he catches the sight of it, already wet. His smirk never leaving his face. “You missed me this much?” He taunts, raising an eyebrow.

“Just fuck me already, Sungwoon.” You don’t shy away anymore. All of his teasing has clearly been enough. You wanted more. You wanted more of him.

“You know you always get what you want, baby.” He whispers just right below your ear, his lips easily making its way down to your neck. Sucking on it lightly, while his left hand finds its way through your already dripping cunt–rubbing on it slowly before inserting them into you. His right hand continues to run circles around your right nipple. The number of sensations you were feeling right now making you moan after moan, after moan.

“Oh god,” you almost yell. His fingers continuously pumping themselves in and out of you, never losing its pace. “I’m so–“ you pause, a moan escapes your lips again. “…so close,” you were now a breathless mess.

“Not yet, baby.” He smirks. “We’ve only just begun.” Your eyebrows stitch themselves together when Sungwoon suddenly stops himself from fucking you with his fingers. He licks your sweet juices from his fingers immediately–quickly removing his pants, including his boxers, right after. You lick your lips as you watch his hard cock spring out from his pants. He snickers as he catches the sight of you–hungry, impatient, wanting nothing but the feeling of him inside of you.

You move forward, moving closer towards his cock. He stops you before you could take him into your mouth. “Not tonight, baby. Not tonight.” His lips form that stupid smirk again. He carefully props your body back on the couch. Making sure you lay there, exposed as you can be, in front of him. You watch as he licks his lips excruciatingly slow as he brushes his hands through your body. He lifts your other leg as he places it up on the headrest, while he lets the other dangle–making everything an easy entrance for him. “Jesus fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He finds himself immediately inside of you. Pumping his cock in and out of your wet pussy. He closes his eyes as he feels your tight cunt wrap around his hard cock. Sungwoon cursed with each moan, as beads of sweat start to form on his forehead. “Fuck,” he mumbles. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The sensation of it all finally making you scream. Right now, you could care less what your neighbors would even think. Because nothing could make you feel as good as your pussy clenching around Sungwoon’s cock. “Ah!” You bite your lip. “Mhm…”

“Let them hear, baby.” He tells you. “Let them hear how good my cock is fucking your needy pussy.” His lips return to your neck, leaving nothing but sloppy kisses. The sound of him kissing your neck and the sound of his cock slapping against your wet cunt was enough to let you reach your high.

Both of you, a pair of panting messes. You cup his face with the both of your hands, kissing him between each moan. The sweat of your bodies sticking to each other. He grunts, “I’m so close, baby.”

“Go ahead. Cum for me, Sungwoon.” You try to say with a quick short breath. “Cum for me. Now.”

He does as you say as his cock quickly complies and lets release. You, too, reach your high along with him. The both of you spread out on the couch, sweating, trying to catch your breaths.

“And for a second I thought you were tired,” you tease him as you poke on his bare chest. Rolling to your side to face him.

“Well,” he sighs with a smile plastered on his face. “We still have to take a bath, don’t we?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh n-“ before you could protest, Sungwoon has already got you in his arms–carrying you towards the bathroom.

[pocket-scenarios]

Caught - Daehwi

(Admin: Mitzy) 

Non Romantic

You creep down the stairs into the living area not noticing the lamp is on until your eyes meet Daehwi’s own. He quirks an eyebrow at you looking up from the workbook in front of him.

“What are you doing?” You whisper-hiss.

“What are you doing?” He returns with a laugh, “I’m your step-brother not your dad.”

He mutters leaning back against the couch. You let out a sigh moving closer to him sitting on the couch next to him silently.

“Do you want to go?” You finally ask after sitting in silence for a few minutes.

“Depends,” Daehwi says not looking up from his workbook.

“Woojin and Jihoon are picking me up,” you explain leaning against the couch resting your arm on the armrest.

“Sounds like a bad idea.” 

He pauses momentarily rolling his lips together.

“I’ll go.”

[hongjoongscafe]

Hiii!! I saw you are accepting requests for headcanons!! I had a horrible day and wanted to ask if you could write a headcanon for Minghao from svt when the reader is feeling bad( fr, like why can’t people just mind their business and stop being bullies . Why do they feel so important? I’m just trying live here 🧚‍♂️)

Oh, anon. I had a bad day as well... Literally cried the moment I stepped into my room. I hope you will feel better soon! I don't know much about svt, tbh. (Aw, love, don't pay your precious thoughts to them. I'm sorry that they are bothering you. You deserve better. If you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears💓) I'm so tired right now. I'm going to sleep but I hope you like it💓

Just imagine...

Snowy evenings

Minghao(seventeen)×reader

Tears felt cold on her delicate cheeks

The world felt like a villain

All she wanted to do was bury herself in the blanket and watch The Notebook

At least it could be used as an excuse to cry

But for now

She was wobbling toward her boyfriend's office

The snow under her booted feet made a crunchy sound whenever she stepped on it

A little later

There was a shadow and then a pair of shoes clad feet and then she bumped into something

She looked up

And there he was

Minghao

Her nose was covered with the muffler and her head with the cap

His soft hair had snow on them

Eyes peaceful

He knew the way she was looking at him with doe eyes

There was something wrong

He smiled and picked her up in a bridal style

"I gonna take care of my princess"

He kissed her eyes

His ever-so-happy vibes never failed to raise hers

His calm heartbeat calmed her nevers

His musky scent eased her breath

His melodious voice kissed her ears

"Wanna watch The Notebook? I think we should. I'll make your favorite drink along with some snacks and then we can cuddle"

He always knows what's best for her

"Whatever they said is not true. You are the best person I have ever met and the only one my family approves of"

Never forgets to remind her that she is worth more than she could ever imagne

He makes it worth it

He is the love and the comfort in the snowy evenings...

*do NOT repost, plz* *I am not the owner of the pictures, I just edited them*

[ if you want, you can send a request for headcanons (for any idol). I would love to write about that:)]

Masterpost

[fundiesimsfamily]

My fathers birthday

Dear diary,

My father recently celebrated his birthday. He is already 65 years old. He retired from his own company and now my older brother Joseph is in charge of it. My father was already grooming him to take over for a while so Joseph will be fine running the company now. My mother will be pleased having him home more often.

We made a birthdayparty for my father at our place. He got his own cake with candles to blow out. He liked it, I think.

I'm so thankful for both my father and mother in my life. They have taught me so much even thow Denver is leading me in a different direction sometimes. I respect the choices they made when I was growing up. I love them so much.

My parents are the best!

Love, Juanna

(pose by @ancasims )

Oh, and an update below the cut about all my brothers and sisters and their family's. It's about time.

Johanna is 38 years old and has 4 daughters, Everly 18, Erin 16, Estelle&Erica 14. She is happy with her daughters even thow she would have loved to have more childeren. God just didn't gave her more.

Janine is 36 years old and has 9 childeren. Charles 17, Simon 15, Rachel&Benjamin 13, Elisabeth 10, Andrew 8, Richard 6, Anna 3 and Rosalie 1. She is also expecting her 10th child. She is happy and content with all her childeren and her husband on the farm.

Joseph is 35 years old and has 3 childeren. Josiah 13, Kendra 11, Samantha 10. Olivia couldn't have more childeren after she got sick. But they are happy with their three childeren and Joseph now has the company of my father to run so he is very buzy.

Then I'm in the line up with six childeren.

James is 33 years old. He has three childeren, James 5, and twins Maddox and Manuel who are 3 years old. James has gone a different direction in live. They are still christians.

Jadyn is 32 years old. She got a daughter out of wedlock, Emma, who is 13 years old. A couple of years ago, Jadyn got married after all and she got twins with this man. Two little boys who are a year and half. I don't see them often and don't visit her but they do live nearby. She has gone such a different direction in live and cut off my parents.

Joelle is 30 years old. She has eight childeren. Sam 9, Rebecca 8, Lydia 7, Hannah 5, Rafael 4, Daniel 3, Felicity 2 and Israel 0. She has her childeren really close together just like my parents did. I don't envy her at all. I'm just waiting until she announces another pregnancy.

Jedidiah is 29 years old. He is married to a man and I heard they adopted. I don't know much more. I have zero contact with them.

Julie is 27 years old. She has 6 childeren. Gloria 5, Marie 4, Irene&Tabitha 3, Matthew 1 and Julian 0. She is really following in my parents footsteps just as Joelle with having childeren close together. She seems totally happy and contant and is so in love with her husband. You can see it of their faces all the time.

Jackson is 26 years old. He has 3 childeren. Addison 5, Jackson 3 and Carver 0. He is having his childeren a bit more spaced out, on purpose. He and Denver talked a lot and Jackson was convinced after that to prevent pregnancy until you are ready for the next child.

Jenelle is 24 years old and engaged to be married. She has a hard time letting go the childeren she taught the violin. But she will be happy once she is married, I'm sure. She is the last one to get married of all of us.

Jocelyne is 23 years old. She has three childeren, Luuk 1, and twins who just got born. A boy and a girl, Joice and Pascal. They are so tiny and cute. It makes you wanna have another little baby yourself.

Jonathan is 21 years old. He has a little boy, Jonah, with his wife Mia. Jonah is still only a couple of months old. And so cute! He was my youngest buddy and it's so weird to see my youngest brother married and being a father. But he is a very good husband and father.

Jessica is 19 years old. She married a man who lost his wife during the birth of his son, Paris. Paris is already a year old. And Jessica is expecting. Franklin is very nervous for the delivery of this baby. We are all praying for him and Jessica, and their little baby ofcourse.

My parents are so blessed with 14 childeren who are all married or about to get married. And they already have 49 grandchildern and two on the way. I'm sure that number will only grow bigger as time passes.

Their oldest grandchild is already 18 years old so before you know it they will be having greatgrandchilderen too. I can't imagn having a grandchild myself but Johanna might have one before we all know it.

[malakhai-ozera]

 Discord Text Thread || Khoman  ♥  

Discord thread featuring: Khai and Roman @romanbeckett

When:  December 24th (day & night)

Mentions: Landon Davies @davieslandon

Description: Roman texts Khai to forgive him after his voicemail. They start texting again later in the day and Khai is beyond fucked up and Roman once again expresses his concerns for him.

Trigger Warnings: HARD drug use, drug mentions, light sexting and dirty talk.(sorry this one is kinda looooong)

Roman. babe. You’re forgiven. Shit happens. I just worry...which is one of my issues. I worry constantly about everything. Always afraid something will happen to you.

Khai. I know, and I’ve been real careless. I didn’t mean to be a shit I was just... being stupid and fucked up I hope you know I really don’t have a problem with you staying with Landon. Idek what my deal was

Roman. are you sure it doesn’t bother you?

Khai. I’m sure baby. I just want you two to have fun

Roman. I’ll still see you there tomorrow right?

Khai. of course you will. Fancy pjs and all lol

Roman. oh my god I can’t wait lol

Khai. me either. It’s gonna be an amazing day for sure

Roman. I’ll be off work soon and I’ll bring us dinner

Khai. I look forward to it! I’m starving plus I really wanna kiss you

Roman. I reallllly wanna kiss you too. Maybe we can sneak in a quickie

Khai. maybe huh?

Roman. okay definitely, because I want lol

Khai.

hahaha well I’m always down baby. You know I can’t keep my hands off of you.

- Later that same day -

Roman. I miss you already

Khai. Miss you too

Roman. dinner and messing around was fun though. Best Christmas gift ever.

Khai. it was fun indeed! I couldn’t agree more

Roman. are you okay?

Khai. yeah I’m okay why?

Roman. idk just checking. I feel guilty now that I’m not there

Khai. don’t feel guilty. I have my drugs and hot chocolate to keep me warm haha

Roman. ooo what drugs lolll

Khai. Just the usual. I also have my tequila so I’m set lol

Roman. damn. I do wish I was there

Khai. I always wish you were here. But it’s okay. We will make out all day tomorrow

Roman. yesss. Can we cook a late night breakfast for dinner together and watch Christmas movies

Khai. absolutely! We can do whatever you want baby

Roman. I'm having wiiiine

Khai. mmm what kind?

Roman. it's a good ass Pinot

Khai. oooo im jelly I’m half way through my tequila advent calendar haha I got behind

Roman. Lmao omg babe!!! How much have you has?? lol

Khai. like 6 so farv ? Lol

Roman. FARV 😂

Khai. oops haha

Roman. I am laughing. I love you lol if I was there, I’d be in your lap right now.

Khai. I love you mooooore yeah you would

Roman. thighs on either side of you, straddling you with my forehead against yours, running my fingers through your hair...

Khai. damn baby... don’t make me come there and crash your party

Roman. SHSUSJEJEJEJENEJDJJE why is my boyfriend so HOT

Khai. because you were a good boy this year? haha

Roman. well we both know THAT isn’t true lol

Khai. hahahaha well then idk. But my boyfriend is pretty fucking sexy too though and lord knows I’ve been baaaaad

Roman. we got lucky  now if we could just keep our damn apartment

Khai. I know... that would be nice wouldn’t it? can’t have it all though I guess lol

Roman. I still haven’t found a place and I’m stressed

Khai. yeah, idk where I’m going either. Maybe we can go look together after Christmas

Roman. yeah, let’s do that. Bleh. Anyway, don’t wanna bring down the mood!! How ya feelin?

Khai. I’m feeling goodz how you feeling?

Roman. goodz too  I feel all warm and buzzy

Khai. hahaha dammit I’m glad baby. I want you to have fun just not to mush fun haha

Roman. I won’t have too much fun. Not without youuuu

Khai. good. Cause J like the sound o g that

Roman. babe you’re wasted aren’t you

Khai. yes I am ll I misssh you

Roman. omg mish. That’s so cute omg. I wanna hear you say it

Khai. nooo hahaha

Roman. mish mish mishhhh

Khai. you’re so mean lol but I love youuu

Roman. noooo I just think it’s adorable lol I love your typos. They make my life better.

Khai. Mhm you mage my life begetter. I should prolly stip drinking now hahaha

Roman. You probably should babe

Khai. that tot out of hand fasty lol oops

Roman. fasty omg you’re SO cute

Khai. lmao wow I gives up

Roman. I’m just imagining you saying all of this outloud, and it’s like making my night

Khai. hahaha I’m glad. I’m imagning you laughing and it’s making my nifht too

Roman. my squawking laugh  god

Khai. nooooo it’s the bstes laugh wver and beast smile too

Roman. I would argue that YOU have the best smile my love.

Khai. Nope nope

Roman. UM *picture of Khai’s smile*

Khai. I look liek a weirro

Roman. WHAT you’re crazy lol

Khai. I’m crazy anout youuuuuu I wanna snugs you

Roman. me too. I love snuggling with you every night and it’s so weird when we don’t like !!! I’m so used to going to bed with you.

Khai. it is weird. Indint like it but Im gonna sleept in y it bed

Roman. sleep in my bed any time you want love. You’ll like the new book I have

Khai. ooooo I wish you erre here

Roman. I know. I do too. I miss those eyes. I also miss your scruff. That sounds so dumb, but I love the way it feelssss

Khai. I love yyou I’m gonna scrufff you up when I se you

Roman. scruff up the inside of my thighs PLEASE AND THANKS

Khai. you know j will

Roman. god I love when you give me beard burn

Khai. I thinks that the hottest thing yku ever said to me I want you sinebws

Roman. what can I say? I just love your head between my legs

Khai. I love it too baby. I luv makings you deel good

Roman. ugh I’m starting to get buzzed now lol

Khai. hahaha dinally this whol room is so pinky spiking lol yup nvm haha

Roman. it’s so what?? Hahaha spinning? Lol

Khai. yessum Jm good

Roman. bleh I worry about you.

Khai. I’m oka I promisee I hust miss you

Roman. I miss you too. So much baby. Keep talking to me so I don’t have to miss you even more.

Khai. what ya wanna talks about? Tell me ykyr favorite chrismas present

Roman. you won’t believe me if I tell you lol

Khai. yesss I whll

Roman. everything you got me. You know me so well. I’m obsessed with all of it. Ugh. The jacket, the shoes?! The freaking clock. You really did so good.

Khai. really? I’m so hapy you love it. I just wanted you to gave the best. You lok so good in those shows too

Roman. you know exactly what I like and feel good in.

Khai. cause I lover you

Roman. I love you too. How are you feeling?

Khai. sleepyyy but good gaga

Roman. baby I’m worried about you.

Khai. why? I’m fdine im jus laying in bed

Roman. i don’t like that you’re doing heroin

Khai. romsn it’s ojay

Roman. but you’re not even making sense

Khai. I ehould jus got to bed

Roman. maybe but bleh idk I’m worried and I should be there

Khai. no no, eont worry. I wsnt you to have fun.

Roman. I know but ugh. I love you.

Khai. I lowe you too idknt wanna hpset you

Roman. will you promise me you’ll try to stop?

Khai. fan we talked about tbis latr?

Roman. yeah of course

Khai. I jus imn so tucked up byt I wanba talk

Roman. I know

Khai. I love yky so mhch

Roman. I love you too.

Khai. I relly sm sorry. Ilm do better. Pleas have fhn tonight okay

Roman. I’m worried to death about you

Khai. I orimse Jm ok. I just nee to skep it off

Roman. okay

Khai. Smile is chrismaaaas

Roman. lol okay, I smiled

Khai. good boyyy

Roman. lol hate you!!

Khai. I knoooow but you lve me

Roman. I definitely love you

Khai. you’re my everything

Roman. Khaiiiii. You’re making me smile so much it fucking hurts lol

Khai. I mean itttt you’re all I ever need

Roman. god I think my heart is gonna explode lol you constantly wanna kill me

Khai. nooo baby. I just want you tk know how mych I love you and I am feelig better so thahs good well jot better but less high lol

Roman. lol!! Well. Bleh. Scared me there, not gonna lie.

Khai. I’m sorry baby I know I newd to stop it’s jus hard

Roman. i know.

Khai.

We can talk about this after the holiday tho. I don’t wanna ruin it for anyone

Roman. you’re not ruining anything for me. I promise.

Khai. I hope not cause I’d never forgive myself

Roman. babe. Don’t be silly. Everything’s okay *heart emoji*

Khai. you’re the best do you know that?

Roman. I’m not. But I’m glad you think so

Khai. I know so.

[norsesuggestions]

I find it DEEPLY amusing that this USA Published graph has put what one would wear a normal winter day in sweden at "extreme cold"

So, being that is how i would dress a normal day

(except the face mask because, erm. No?? Things gotta be very very extreme for that to ever be needed. Like if you are not planning to spend literal days going through a snow storm non stop. It wont be needed) ,

But the extreme cold image shows how i would dress if i knew i was going to spend some hours outside during winter. Like, when going skiing on a beautiful winter day in the scandinavian mountains

well because of this, i wonder were what the graph imagne we should wear when its ACTUALLY cold in sweden? Hm?

Apperntly, an actual cold day in sweden is outside the scale of this graph pfffft

(also also. Why oh why are the people on the graphs wearing short jackets? They BETTER be wearing some good long johns and/or termobyxor if they gonna run around in that sort of jacket in "extreme cold" just saying...)

(also also. No hat at chilly. How warm is this chilly? Like seriously. If one wanna keep warm in ultimate fashion, one should honestly were a hat during basically.... All times of year, except summer? In sweden. Not that people do it, when they turn adult, but we do so with our children, which always signify we know we too Should Wear A Hat To Keep Warm, but are not because. We dont wanna)

(and one layer at chilly? What is this?? Is it 20+ C on the chilly pic? Because one needs two layers during a normal swedish summer night LIKE)

(and warm socks? Were are the crucial multiple layers of socks?!)

(tldr: that graph sucks, and as near arctic dweller i SCOOF at it 😉)

[amaris-noir]

All the asks!

It took me a few days but I finally did it! Thanks for asking~

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

- yea.. I guess

💌- diary or journal?

- In my imagnation diary is nicer (describing experiences, feels and all) but in real life and currently - definitely a journal. I’m trying to keep all important stuff noted, especially little plans for each day so that I can mark them as done (it’s kinda useful and motivational)

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

- Bridget Jones lmaooo not but seriously I don’t know

💕- are you crushing on someone?

- nah

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

- I think..kissing in the dark

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

- 😏😈👌🌱🌿🥀🌙🌃����💮

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

- discovering Paris.. some days there were really memorable

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

- carnations/cloves? rose

💖- have you ever been in love?

- yes

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

- vanilla?

🍯- describe your favorite smell

- flowery, jasmine, wood smell for perfume I guess? but I like a lot and can never decive, fresh book smell and Japanese green tea smell?

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

have a well-paid job that I like (and that would allow me to travel because that’s one of my dreams~)

stay healthy

find someone I’d have mutual feelings with, could share stuffs and travel. I’ve had someone I really wanted to do this with but it wasn’t mutual and it’s impossible now anyway.

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

- ahh coookies or ice-cream with cookie dough flavor

☕- coffee or tea?

- definitely tea, green tea like sencha or black tea. I rarely drink coffee.. if I do then it’s cappuccino lol

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

- forest

🍂- what’s your middle name?

-  I have none

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

Apparently: Sun - Gemini, Moon and rising: Scorpio. Also midheaven in Leo. (I hadn’t really read what it all means… but I just did some reading on Sun and midheaven and well, it’s accurate lol)

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

- watching some TV series/movie, going somewhere like a restaurant to eat and spend time with someone

🍭- how tall are you?

- 173 cm

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

The ones when we have days off but don’t have to do much

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

- flower scents, vanilla, lavender? idk

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

- be kind, passionate, have some things in common with me? and we could probably be friends~

🍩- current mood?

- I was tired but feeling kinda okay now, sentimental about the past

❄️- what is your favorite season?

- spring/autumn when it doesn’t rain / blow too strongly

💍- your current relationship status?

- single but emotionally complicated

📷- a photo of yourself

- will post it later

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

- I doubt I have ever been so I’m not sure. It’d be hard for me to let anyone spoil me without thinking I own them.. I’d have to be really close with someone and also want to spoil them in return hah

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

drinking green tea every morning & early evening

listening to popular music while working out lol

not leaving home without earphones? I guess it’s normal

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

Most of all I find myself lazy but still I’m not punishing myself or being too hard on myself. I see myself as a lonely a bit alienated person with not many friends but dreams and ambitious goals even tho I’m a bit lost and don’t know what I wanna do in life.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

I think people don’t notice me and if they do.. they might think I’m talkative, indecisive, can’t decide on a consistent style hah

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

kindness, loyalty, sincerity, ambition/determination

🍓- one secret about yourself

- I don’t think I keep any secrets concerning me.. I’m rather honest and if my friends asked me something about me, I’d tell them so idk if there’s anything I could state here that would be somehow exceptionally revealing lol

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

- in real life I’d avoid them and probably admire them from a distance.

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

💬- what your last text message says?

Danke, gleichfalls! 

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

- mhm.. I have a few going on but the most recent one has been a Chinese drama by Netflix.. the garden of meteors? Kinda silly but I need something light

⛅- what is your morning routine?

- drinking green tea as I mentioned earlier.. obviously skin clean up & treatment before doing makeup. Not so long ago I started to listen to foreign language podcasts in the morning while getting ready~ I don’t have much time to study languages besides refreshing stuffs on language apps so I listen to natives talking so that my brain doesn’t forget or so that it refreshes the vocab a bit.

💗- who do you miss?

- someone I shouldn’t

🥀- last time you cried?

- a few nights ago

🎁- when is your birthday?

- it’s in June. 20th.

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

- the last scariest and most intense experience was Hollywood tower in Disneyland haha; also fainting or almost fainting scares me

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

- I guess rather someone around my age +5/-3 would be best for relational / life experience reasons but tbh it all depends on a person so I wouldn’t look at someone’s age

[justauthoring]

The Reveal

Request: Can u write a Peter imagne where y/n and him were bff but they got ibto a HUGE fight and Peter told her smth REALLY bad and that made her cry and run away from him. She tried to avoid him every time for like 1-2 months. And she was like in danger because of volture and volture made Peter to take of his mask so y/n has to see who is behind the mask and then volture tried to kill her but Peter saved her? And really fluff and angst if u can? Thank u so much and I LOVE ur writing!❤ Its so inspiring❤

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you so much love, i’m glad i could be inspiring!

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst and fluff. 

You and Peter had always gotten along. Being best friends since you were both practically children, learning how to experience the world for the first time. Sure, there were times when one would get frustrated with the other and you’d have to take a break, resettle things. But nothing ever extreme. 

Unlike this time.

The day had gone perfectly fine. School was school and you managed to walk out of the building without any homework for the evening. It was perfect, especially since you and Peter had been planning this day for weeks. It wasn’t that it needed a lot of preparation, you were mainly both going to grab a bunch of snacks and binge watch movies all night. It was a Friday which meant you had no school the next day and you could spend as much time you wanted watching movies.

It was one of your favourite things to do with Peter, only because you both had such similar tastes and sometimes it was soothing to still have a move playing in the background and chat away at anything. Especially because it was in his apartment that he shared with May, and you loved being there, more than your own home.

You had been so excited for it.

Peter never showed up. A half and hour had passed and still nothing, but you gave into the hope that maybe he was just running late. Then an hour passed and you started to get worried, maybe he wouldn’t show? May wasn’t even home so you were just hanging out in Peter’s room doing absolutely nothing until Peter (maybe) decided to come home. Then two hours passed and you felt so hurt, that words couldn’t even describe it.

It was when three hours had passed of you just sitting in his room the Peter decided to come home.

Peter had been shocked to see you in his room, he hadn’t even remembered the night you’d been spending weeks planning!

“You don’t even remember?”

Peter’s face was only more baffled and you could watch the gears work in his head as he tried to remember. “I- what?” 

That stung more than anything else. He hadn’t even bothered to remember your night together. Sure it was just movies and snacks but it was more than that to you, and Peter had once known that. Shaking your head, you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “We were going binge watch a bunch of movies tonight, remember?” You tried to hold in your tears. “Sit on your couch and just be with each other. We spent weeks planning!”

Peter’s face fell with recognition and his eyes flooded with worry. “Y/N, i’m so sorry. I totally- Mr. Stark needed me and i’ve just been-”

“So busy.” You interrupted. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.” He offered dumbly.

Shaking your head, you scoffed. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. I waited three hours for you, you didn’t even have the kindness to remember, let alone text me.” Shoving past him, you made your way to the door leading out of his room. You were hurt and all you needed right now was to lay in your bed and cry until you calmed down. You’d never been this mad at Peter before and honestly it scared you. But the fear didn’t over-ride the betrayal you felt. 

“I said I was sorry, Y/N.” Peter repeated, turning to look back at you. The both of you had switched spots. “What else do you want me to say? I made a mistake, okay? And i’m sorry.”

You laughed, dryly, gripping the door handle with such force so you didn’t lash out. “You have done this to me time and time again. We make plans, and you don’t bother to show up. I have been lenient and kind every single time, but i’m tired of it. Tired of making plans and then you never following through.” Opening the door, you moved to walk out of it, not wanting to give him time to reply.

But his words caught you.

“You know not everything’s about you, right?” Your gaze fell back to him in shock. You couldn’t find the words to say as he continued. “I have more important things to do then spend my time listening to you complain. You aren’t my priority.”

His words made you freeze, your hand falling off the doorknob and to your side. Peter had never said anything like that before. Even in previous small fights, you both always tried to remain as calm as possible so you didn’t say anything you’d regret. But apparently Peter didn’t care this time.

Your eyes watered and you felt your vision blur. Without saying anything, you turned and beelined for the front door. You faintly heard Peter call your name, but you ignored him, you couldn’t-

After that day, you didn’t speak to Peter. He tried to speak to you, but you avoided him the best you could. Before you knew it, it had been close to two months since you last spoke to him. Your friends asked what happened, seeing as you two use to be so close, but you never said anything.

Peter’s words rang in your mind everyday.

“Take of your damn mask!”

His words felt like echoes in your ears. Everything hurt and you couldn’t even remember how you gotten here. What had been a peaceful day, turned into the worst after some man had taken you wherever you were. You’d been walking home, alone unlike before when Peter always use to walk you. But you still weren’t talking to him.

You don’t know why this man took you. All you know is he’d knocked you out and you woke up in an abandoned warehouse, your wrists tied above you so you were just able to touch the tip of your toes on the ground below you. Your wrists ached and were sure they would be bruised heavily if you ever got out of here. Your throat was dry and everything ached. You aren’t sure what the man had done to you other than no matter how hard you struggled you couldn’t move.

The man, Vulture you learned, hadn’t spoken or even looked at you. A few of his men leered at you but other than that you’d just been left to hang.

At first your hopes had been up when Spider-Man had arrived. You’d always admired the hero and you were sure you’d be fine with him here. But you slowly watched Spider-Man be beat to the ground, repeatedly until he could barely even stand on his own. Every punch and kick and slam he’d suffered you winced. But when he’d been smacked to the ground, you realized there was no helping you. If Spider-Man couldn’t, surely no one else would.

“Take off your mask,” the Vulture smiled, turning to you. Your felt your body tense as his green eyes fell on you, instinctively pushing as far back as you could. “I wanna see her reaction when she finds out who you are.” His statement confused you more than anything, but you didn’t dare say something.

Spider-Man who was only crumbled on the ground, didn’t move. Only stared in your direction.

You flinched when the Vulture made his way over to you, trying to push yourself as far away from him as you could. But it didn’t matter how hard you tried, not with your wrists tied, and soon enough you found a knife pressed against your stomach. “Take of your mask or i’ll kill her right now.”

With wide, wet eyes, your gaze fell on Spider-Man. You felt relief flood through you as Spider-Man slowly brought his hand up, grunting as he did so, and hesitantly pulled off his mask. Who you saw was never who you expected. “Peter...?” You whispered, loud enough for him to hear. Your stomach tightened at the sight of him, shock flooding through you. You would have never...

Flashes of him being beaten flooded through and you felt worry flood through you. He was only here because of you.

You met his eye as your own crinkled in fear. He looked absolutely desperate, like he would do anything to get to you. Clenching your fists, you struggled, wanting to help him. The Vulture immediately grabbed ahold of you, pressing the knife tighter into your stomach. You ceased all struggles, your breath being caught in your throat as you turned your attention to your capturer.

He smiled at you, sickly. Turning to Peter, he laughed; “now that she knows, she’s gonna die knowing that even her best friend couldn’t save her from the Vulture.” Your eyes widened considerably, your heart beat racing as the Vulture stepped before you so you couldn’t see Peter anymore.

You heard Peter call your name and grunts of struggled but all you could focus on was the man before you, smiling down at you like you were some kind of toy for him to mess with. You watched him raise his knife and press it against your throat. “Peter,” you bellowed, tears flooding. “Peter, please!”

“Y/N!” 

“Say goodbye.”

You braced yourself, waiting for the inevitable to come before suddenly the Vulture’s shadow was gone. Opening your eyes, you found Vulture on the other side of the warehouse, Peter beating him to a pulp. Soon enough Peter was running towards you until his hands were untying the restraints around your wrists.

You fell against him, your body exhausted. He caught you immediately, cradling you against him. You relished in the warmth, happy to finally be in Peter’s arms even if it was in the circumstance.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

[tthe-outsiders]

Requested Steve imagne

 "Don’t touch me! I’ve had enough of you! You don’t even love me!“ I screamed at Steve with hot tears running down my face. ” Aww, don’t say that. You know I love you!“ Steve answered, trying to grab my waist. I pulled back, not wanting him to touch me. I was sick of the parties, the alcohol, the girls. Knowing I’d say something I regret, I knew I had to leave. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door towards my car.

   At first I had no idea were to go. I started towards home, but then I realized I didn’t wanna go home. I hated my home. All that ever happened was either constant fighting or nobody was home. I hated being alone though, ever since I was a kid. I remembered when it was just me and my older brother most of the time. I never knew where my parents where most of the time. All I knew was all my parents did was fight and I had one tuff brother. That was when I was nine though. Now I’m 17, and my brothers twenty-one. The old man divorced my Ma when I was ten and has re-married four times in the past seven years. Thinking about my childhood and my brother, I knew exactly where to go.

   When I pulled up to the old, rusty playground, I looked for the once cleared opening. Nobody plays at this playground any more, but it was where my brother and I spent most of our time long ago. Actually it was through the "hidden” path into the woods a little bit. I’d been there a few times lately, I just could never find the entrance. After I found the opening I walked trough it and followed the trail. The sun would be setting in about  ten minutes, so I'd try to hurry. After I walked for about thirty seconds, I saw the old, broken sheds of old glasses of soda. This is where my brother and I used to come when our parents fought. We’d take turns smashing stuff with  my brothers baseball bat. It was still laying there in that hollow tree we would keep our keepsakes in. This was the only place that I felt completely comfortable alone. Remembering why I was there, I suddenly felt really angry. I grabbed the bat out of the tree and ran my hand down its smooth wood. I thought about all the times Steve’s put off hanging out with me, and went to a beer blast with Soda instead. Or all the times where I overheard other girls talking about how he was flirting with them at parties. With a deep rage growing in my stomach, I swung the bat over my head and smashed the fallen down log in front of me, smashing the glass soda bottle that was there. 

  Tears started streaming down my face as I threw myself down next to the log and covered my face. I heard a voice which immediately shut me up.            “Hello? Who’s there! I have a baseball bat!” I said my throat turning dry. I grabbed the bat then saw a figure coming along the trail. “ Y/N, its okay its just me Steve. Are you okay?” he said grabbing my hand pulling me up. Unexpectedly, I grabbed him and buried my face in his neck. At the sudden force, he almost fell. “I’m sorry Steve!” I began to cry again. “ I know your lifes not perfect and you can do whatever you want! Its not my place to tell you what your aloud to do!” Steve just wiped away my tears and told me that he really does love me and he promises things will change. He took me home where he never let go of me the rest of the night.

[jo5huaray]

can i express how i feel today?

why is that everytime someone wants something good in their life.....there has to be something or someone to ruin it? yin and yang? good and bad? without one, you can have the other? makes sense. has too. and if it doesnt, does that make you blind to reality? you living in your own reality where things are make believe? dreamland? how could someone live there knowing that isnt the reality that we live in? would that consume you mentally? and if it didn't, would you actually be living your life? yolo? i mean you would have to actually dream it and make it reality but you necessarily couldnt because you would dwell to much on that reality of yours and get lost in the idea of actually making it. so i guess in terms, you have to know when to leave your box, and expand without losing the fire. hmmm.....you think some people actually think, "my life is actually amazing" when in reality its not. i mean that could be their reality or idea of what life being good is.....just because its different from your idea of a good life doesnt make it any less dumb or not "good" enough. but where im going with this is, can people actually go through life things about what they can be doing instead of what they are actually doing? i mean you have to get to a certain point where you see someone actually try to progress and be like "hey you are doing it!!" or "fucking told you so" and find humor in someone elses bad luck.....but im a strong believer that people go through life not trying to succeed and love to stay in their shell and cry wolf when no one has time for them or can make time. its like are we suppose to wait for you to decide when its time to change. katt williams said it ffucking right when he said it," cant be fucking with people doing the same shit every year" "them people are the unhealthy people that will drag you down" " if you gotta succeed alone then so be it, at least you arent being held back by those who call you their friends"

guess you can say im not in the best mood atm, pretty down, wouldnt say depressed. my kids are happy. and healthy. shit to healthy i think. i do miss them. rather be with them at this very moment instead of this place or surrounding. but things and people are stopping me from that currently. im the type of person who cant get anger constantly.....i have 3 modes. anger and im attacking. anger and i cry because it did it to myself. or happy and burying what i have bury to no get emotional. you dont know how many people have told me you do this to yourself joshua.....like a fucking record thats skipping. and i finally realize the reason i keep making immature mistakes. i cant hate....truly hate someone if they were to mess with my babies. and my dog. and my computer lol. but truly hate someone who done me wrong? i mean my dad use to beat the shit out of me. my mom as well.....mostly females who loved the idea of being with me or wanted to be with me. i cant truly hate none of them....so i guess you can say i relaspe until i figure a soultion inbetween hating them and being their slave. relaspe like a user and my drug is female......well the idea of being in love like they would see me. my idea of being in love and being able to love someone excites me. but it cant be just anyone....definitely cant be anyone. and i tend to jump from one to another because that fizz isnt there anymore. the cheating. the lying......i have yet to have someone constantly keep my entertained like i would think they would want too. i mean the concept of,"if you dont do it someone else will" and most people nowadays settle for it keep the hope alive. that idea of being loved and loving alive.....but why? should the couple understand that concept because how more real can it get? i mean if you dont buy flowers for her someone else will. if you dont make him dinner someone else will. if you dont tell her you love her like people need air and show her, someone definitely will come along and tell her and that and actually mean it. if you dont fucking him or keep him satifisted, you know damn well someone will be waiting for that text saying, "hey wyd" and you dont believe that....its ok eventually you will have to figure it out or be stuck in a constant loop for immature relationship or immature adults who act like big ol babies

i honestly feel like crying my eyes out. or leaving and crying in my truck....what good will that do me? probably make my eyes look like shit and hurt, thus not worth it. even though i know its not worth it, i still feel the sense of sadness growing inside of me. like a sickness you werent prepared for. no medicine can help you and only you can help yourself. but yeah that brings it back to me not being able to truly hate someone. what will hating them get me? make me feel better? temporary? sure maybe but would it be worth it to bring someone down with my lashing of constant bombardement of hateful words and degrading comments? yeah definitely bring their asses to the reality they may not be seeing or what they caused me to do. reaction to their action? not the best choice thats why i choose not to be a hateful person. even though i know some would say go for it. use it to make yourself beat this sickness they call sadness........they been telling me that since day 1 and you think i choose to do it yet? lol i just cant. the cheaters, liars, the "its you and not me", the "i love you but not in love with you" yeah i cant. idk hate me cause i cant stand up and do it. i just dont feel the need to do it. and thats the main reason i slip....relaspe back to the idea of actually being loved by these so called girls.....i cant call you women because you havent shown me enough to actually be a woman. but im not innocent bystander. ive done it all and im not proud it either but i can dwell on it as i do it because why sit here and love someone who isnt texting you or talking to you or attempting to be with you and expect you to sit here waiting with you bent over like you ready about to get fucked? lol literally majority of people want you to wait on them if you are their friend or if you love them....like what shit you smoking.....waiting on hand and foot yet you give me a pinky of time and attention? thats not being mean nor hateful in my opinion. thats just common sense....shit i would expect that if i wasnt fucking or loving a girl i was interested in. thats why i never text first... if im important or whatever ( with certain exceptions of course! lol hey grey areas) then you would make time for me....best believe if you text me or call me, and i find you highly attractive or actually like you, you wont just get one text or two....maybe like a series of questions or a poem lol lol or something to bring you closer mentally and physcially lol but thats just it. you cant race to win and stop racing......keep it pushin! never stop. yeah its alot of work but wtf you think we are here for? to obtain this lifes best by simply hopefully for it to happen? yeah some are fortunated the others but then mostly 99% of people arent that fortunate that others....the bottom, down in the slumps where you either sit there and regret it your entire life you never actually bust the ass to obtain your "reality".

the idea of being love by those who i know cant love me truly like i want to be love consumes me entirely where i forget about the life im living in itself. the life i picture for myself ( and yes my kids as well for those of you who acutally thought i wouldnt picture a life without my bootoo, hot ness, and Jilee) that life i picture does come with someone who actually loves me like ive always preached. i always swapped between one or the other because of negatives or defaults that may have had....or push them away on purpose so i wouldnt have to be the bad guy, and in reality, my reality, i wanted them to be like the previous one. or the next one so jumping from one to another, hoping they would take from the last to be better than the last is only a fragment of my imagnation playing tricks on me. lying to myself to make my reality seem livable with in reality, its not. thus the cycle begins and repeats....jump to this one....oh you wanna be loved forever and be happy.....but cant keep me focused on us. then the next one, oh you always had bad boyfriends and just want someone to understand you, but yet you dont take the time to actually understand who i am or what we actually have to be a couple.....these days people say, "50/50" and yet i laugh my ass off cause these ignorant fools dont understand that it has to be 100/100. hell you can even say 150/150 if you want. if you are those type of highly expectation folks......why would anyone want 50% of what someone has to offer? tell me how that math even makes fucking sense.....tell me how someone is suppose to stay in a relationship or be with someone who they give more than the other? cant do that math because its impossible. actually not impossible, possible just fucking retarded lmao. whoever decides that is only harming themselves and the other person. so lets do that math now 50/50....breaks even with 50 cross the board. so she gets 50 and you get 50. not the full 100...so would would anyone want that?.....meaning you both get nothing in the end with that analogy. 100/50? left with 50.....and ill let you be the guess on whose left with the 50%.....cause if you guessed the person only giving half...you seriously need to go back to 3rd grade and learn the basic fundenmentals of math lmao....ok 100/100? you get her all and she gets your all....that works. definitely can see that working. would have to second guess your love or hers. probably would have time to even think about whats wrong or what could go wrong because you would be in the reality you just fucking made? and the funny part, she would be right there with you!!! lmao making sense now? the 150/150 is for those selected few who are over acheivers and know how to actually give 150% of who they are. think about it.....how could someone give 150% of themselves to another? and no not tissue or blood you fucks.

[norsesuggestions]

the mediaval Saint Birgitta: swedens only canonized Saint, held tomtar in contempt

Sweden only officiell canonized Saint, Saint Birgitta, did according to a story once storm up the the swedish king to shout "you must stop these heratical customs!" in referemce to several customs done during the swedish christmas celebrations (among things).

Now for context, Saint Birgitta belonged to one of swedens most powerful nobility families, and was hired by the very Kings she shouted at to work in the Kings court, so the funny part of this story is not that she had the gall to lecture the King about how to rule (many of her standing in society regulary did so)

But the more funny is what she was angry at:

All these swedes and these offenring/gifts they give their house tomte (house spirit)

Saint Birgitta dont wanna see any such pagans things like giving beings who looks like santa claus (from my swedish 21th century pov) porridge! Stop this custom, Saint Birgitta shouted in the spirit of the grinch.

No porridge for the house spirits!

The King, whose name i believe was Magnus, ignored this demand of Saint Birgitta. He did not see any problems with this custom. And good that it was so, forcing the people in sweden to stop being nice to the house spirit, must have been a pretty hopeless task pfft.

(now to be clear, the tomtar of mediaval tomtar would DEFINTLY not be imagned like these tomtar. These pictures were drawn during the early 20th century in sweden)

I told this anectode to a catholic monk that is a family friend of mine, and his comment was:

*voice filled with sardonic humor*

"sometimes Saint Birgitta too, had incorrect opinions"

Source

Illustrations from: https://www.sprakochfolkminnen.se/julkalender-2016/18.html

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True, but he would fall into category "countries that border sweden and we fight lots of wars with so they sure knew we existed"

Which were not the ones 16th - 19th century sweden wanted attention from. In many ways, like 18th century swedens elites feeling of not getting the attention they want is quite similiar to peter the great of russia

Swedens elites of the 18th century (as an exemple) wanted west europe to consider us as having the same status as france

But! They just kept seeing us as this uncultured northern war lords (which sweden totally was dont get me wrong) or just. Forgetting we existed

We hurt swedens elites right in the self esteem. Because of this sweden keeps desperatly trying to like. Become a cultural influence, but west (and south europe) just keeps. Being unimpressed

Its like. Sweden attempts to become a great power, conquer the baltic sea etc etc. But then when the swedens elites come home, our cities doesnt even have paved roads, and when we invite the french elites they just say "ew" as a review of the country, and when we try to find a political match no one outisde our sphere of influence wanna get involved

And

Basically, the "constant warfare, conquer all your neighbours" life style did not at all come with all the benefits the swedish elites imagned! And it made them feel Deeply Offended

(in a looking back hilerious fashion because. Ya dug this grave yourself swedens elites. Maybe if you want sweden more fun instead of all dour militaristic war lord state, you should. Spend less time doing that war lord thing haha. Like they are not actually the victims here, but somehow they saw themselves as the victims??? The victims of not being considered cool enough by some other awful european elites... not really, a cause easy to sympthay with haha)

Should also be pointed out. Its a good thing sweden failed their "wanna be a major european super power, who all in europe look up to" ambitions in the 18th century. Like, the best that ever happened to sweden was that we stopped constantly trying to conquer our neighbours. It was a positive thing.

ANYWAY,

This is just a ramble i got inspired to write up about swedens historical elites, and their obsession with getting austria/france/england etc to notice us, and why they at the same time ignored that our neighbours sure knew who we were

(Ps i used west and south here as like. South of sweden. And west of sweden. Not in like. A regional sense)

Something that kept happening to sweden through history

Swedish ambassadors, trying to convince non- baltic sea bordering european royalty that yes we are REAL, and getting married to our princess or princes is a good deal, we promise.

The reaction from all these european royal houses:

eeehm, i still dont know who you even are? How did you even get into my throne room

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#you're playing a dangerous game helga

some might call it a dangerous game, i call it bravery with no drawbacks!

Why helga is safe in scandinavia despite taunting Alexander the gay

Have you seen how far it is between macedonia and the East Coast of Scandinavia?

Gay/lesbian solidarity between Alexander and Helga. Oddly anachronistic but *shrug* it is my imagnation my rules!

Point one again. Alexander you must march through all of Balkan, THEN central europe which have a number of hostile people. Find boat. Then travel to were i live. And all i have over here are some cows, bad soil, and tiny villages (and also gigantic bronze and iron mines but lets... ignore that).

Yeah Alexander btw. All the bronze that arrive from the north? From Falun bronze mine? It is TOTALLY NOT from my region. Nope. Definitely not. Bronze mine who has been in use at least from the iron age??? WHERE. Never heard of Falun bronze mine.

On an unrelated note, wanna buy some bronze from me? High quality from Falun mine... *chough* from a Mystery place!

Helga, living in scandinavia, while alexander the great were alive

la la la la we just exist over here, expraincing the early norse iron age, called the pre-roman iron age. so far away from alexanders sheningans that they are infact irrelvant to us.

going to create some new burial practices, because it appear we might have gotten a new religion and/or changed how we worshipped previous gods

lalal

some new fashion styles too! the style characteristic of the bronze age appear to fall out of favor for news styles in tools, housing, fashion and art.

lalalala

alexander who???