#wont be cringy

[cottelini]

They are polar opposites and yet...🖤🤍

[annonnex]

I genuenly am so angry that i cant find motivation to draw cause what do you mean i just sat infront of my computer for like over 30 minutes staring at a blank canvas like its gonna do itself

I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock I hate artblock

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

extended ver. but i feel like it sounds not cringy only to me so u can ignore it (the sick flock tho!)

[butteryheart]

Maybe I need some exposure therapy to not feel anxious about dumb stuff

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

rewatching bridergton s2 bcs i cant wait for s4 that's gonna be my favorite and only one thought has been consuming my head like a virus, devouring it at it's core...

Kate and Anthony remind me so much of Tiger and Liquid.

Like in one end we have a beutiful brown woman, girlboss, sassy, competitive, values family, huge sense of dedication and sacrifice, likes animals, and has a soft side. In the other we have a british man with a lot of responsabilities, that has the personality of a sobbing wet dog that can't do anything without his wife, to whom he is endlessly devoted to.

its THEM!!!!!

they aren't enemies to lovers though, but their dynamic is identical to the Kanthony one post wedding.

now Im imagining Liquid giving her the same discourse like "you are the bane of my existence...and the object of all my desires" AAAAAH!!!

[note-a-bear]

We kill jokes here

[allylikethecat]

OAF Fictional!Matty might be a brat but he is having a !!! hard time !!!

his body is turning on him! hr keeps going through heats (which i barely understand how they work)! he is confused!

he is actually a sweetie and i love him and the shark plushie and he should be protected!!!

(he might be my favorite mattie rn and i will accept no criticism)

LOL OAF Fictional!Matty has been a bitchy brat his entire life - that has nothing to do with his current heat issues / omega issues 😂 that is just his personality and he is in his thirties he will not be changing- but don't worry OAF Fictional!George loves him for it and doesn't want him to ever change! He thinks Fictional!Matty being bitchy is cute.

I will admit he does have his sweetie moments though, and he *is* having a hard time. But it will get better! Eventually! It's starting to! Maybe! Or maybe not! It's complicated! But he does have his trusted beloved shark plushie at his side regardless!

I'm happy to hear that he is your current favorite Fictional!Matty and I hope you continue to enjoy him and On a Friday! I've had a lot of fun creating his character and how different he is from some of my other Fictional!Matties, plus writing him as bitchy is super fun 😂 Thank you SO MUCH for reading and sending me this ask- I'm so honored that you like OAF Fictional!Matty enough to want to protect him 🥰 Thank you SO MUCH for the continued support! I hope your Monday is going well and that you have a wonderful week!

❤️Ally

[baconcolacan]

I’m kinda nervous rn….ok just so you know, my parents know I’m gay, but my mom suddenly invited me out to get our nails done, and idk maybe I’m just overthinking but its…..auuuaggggghh I wanna,,,,,maybe,,paint my nails,.,,,but a very VERY small but loud part of me is ringing alarm bells of crumbling masculinity,,,,,

AUGH I’m gonna scream into a pillow, gimme a sec, I gotta just get this out.

[shroomsnail]

something awesome was said this evening about queer visibility in stem/academia and i wont make it justice in my retelling but ill say it in my own words.

so, actually, making yourself visible, talking about your queerness openly (if safe to do so), is actually good and not burdensome nor inappropriate in academia. no matter the subject matter of your research, ultimately science is done by humans and, without exception, by humans who work collectively. science/research is never and cannot be an individualistic thing and is far from being removed from the Social Human.

and working with people means theyll talk about their lives cuz humans just do that when existing together. queerness is inevitably part of multiple aspects of queer people's lives, be it personal and social identity, expression, partners, politics, social involvement, hobbies, etc. being open about your queerness in a "professional setting" is not misplaced cuz in the end cishets are constantly open about their non queerness without anyone batting an eye about them living non queer lives.

i am not gross nor bad for wanting to be visibly queer (AND respected) in academia (or in any other profession) so ill fucking talk about it to no end and be loud as fuck.

tldr: SUCK IT

[anothermonikan]

I get so hyped when Twin Size Mattress comes on the 8th grade / year 9 playlist it's unreasonable. Girl that is your entire 8th grade experience in a song we are not hype about that. what

[thetangibleghost]

CONVO BETWEEN ME AND TWO ALTERS WHO THINK THEY ARE PEOPLE WHO EXIST OUTSIDE OUR SHARED MIND

Beck: youre too soft dude. I can't.

Friday: 😔

Me: I like that he's soft.

Friday: you like women. You obviously like women.

Me: Again, I'm bisexual. I know you think that doesn't exist.

Friday: that helped.

Beck: but I'm gay.

Me: men can be soft? Women can be hard. Women can even have hard dicks. Tbh.

Friday: I thibm Im hormy

Beck: dude... You might be bisexual

Friday: I'm so fumbik horney i'm-

Beck, tuning into my reality: I can tell the people your talking to are men.

Me: yeah I'm so terrified of cis men. I know I shouldn't be but

Friday: you are one?

Beck: see. it's fair that I don't want soft.

Me: cis? What? No. Well, a cis-woman, I guess.

Friday: youre a guy.

Beck: why do I keep falling for transguys?

Me: cause we're hot

Friday: but I'm not on T :(

Me: the soft thing? personally, I think he should just build a bridge and get over it. Cis men can be soft. Cis girls can be hard. It happens all the time

Beck: you sound so bi.

Friday: girl cock.... [I guess he hadn't thought of that before]

Me: being scared of cis-men is totally diffent. I'm still attracted to them. I'm just scared. I like women, I like non-binary people. It's just cis-men.

Friday: youre a jerk.

Beck: Jesus.

Me: I'm working through it.

Friday, tuning into the actual real life conversation I am having currently: you sound like such a girl right now.

Me: okay? I don't care.

Friday: you should.

Me: why? I'm presenting as a girl. I'm going to sound like a girl. That's the point.

Friday: if you were actually a girl you would care. Because that's sexist.

Me: why are we having this conversation right now. I'm so busy. Plus you guys call me a girl all the time. You say "girls :/" whenever I say literally anything. Why would that start to bother me now.

[I finally manage to successfully ignore them so I can focus on the convo I'm having]

[like twenty mins pass]

Me: okay I'm leaving the restaurant now. I still can't really talk but. (I know it's so embarrassing to talk to them like this but it helps)

Beck: so you think IM soft???

Friday: girl cock......

Me: I guess you guys kept talking.

[randomruff]

Purgatory

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Warnings: Mention of Death, and Panic. If I missed any more warnings, tell me if it does and what kind, and I'll put them on here.

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It was cold. That was the first thing I noticed. 

Bone chillingly cold and terrifyingly dark, I couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything. It felt... Isolated... I felt alone as unpleasant, yet dull tingly pain spread throughout my body. 

 I felt weightless. Like I was floating in water that I could not properly feel. ‘How did I get here?’ I wondered Idly, my mind muddled yet at the back of it, it tinged with recognition and knowing.  

‘Death’ it whispered, a large white train coming straight at me, fear paralyzing my mind as I fell onto the rails and screams of terror ringing throughout my ears right before intense pain engulfed me flashed through my mind. ‘Ah, that’s how.’  

I thought cooly, somehow feeling indifferent to the matter even though I knew I shouldn’t be. Instead, another thought popped up. ‘Where am I?’ 

Strangely, despite the unpleasantness, this dark and cold place seemed familiar to me. As if I had been here a thousand times before. Which didn’t make sense as I knew I hadn’t, the muted voices of family and the small home I lived in saw to that. 

‘I wonder if Grandmama and the others will be alright.’ I worriedly thought, thinking back to my ill grandmother and my teenage siblings who have yet to graduate school. Wondering if they would be all right alone without me to care for them. 

Then, came the final question. ‘Who am I?’  

Confusion flitted through my mind when the thought passed, unable to comprehend the question. I knew who I was, knew my appearance, likes and dislikes, name-  

Wait... What was it? My name... ‘It started with... with... something!’ 

For the first time, panic finally mounted as I realized I couldn’t remember. And suddenly warmth and light started to peak through the cold darkness. Feather-like touches grab me to pull me towards the light, ‘No, no, no! Let me remember!’  

I desperately yelled, unsure as to why this was important, but it was. ‘My name- It's- it's! What is it?!’  Desperation clawed me, getting closer and closer to the light, I fought to stall. ‘My Name! What is it?!’ 

Despair started to dig into my heart as I grew ever closer to the light and ever farther from remembering. ‘No! No! No, no. No...’ My back touched the light and the feathering touches turned sterner and my heart shattered. ‘No.... my name... my name is-” 

And then by some miracle granted by a higher being, I remembered- 

 “(Y/n)-.... It’s (Y/n)!” And then I was pulled out of the darkness. 

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Does this have any significant plot? No.

Is this a bit Random. Yes.

Is it messy? Most likely, it's only a mild refinement of the first draft.

But do I care that I wrote something so out of the blue with no context or connection to my previous fics? No, no I don't.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

I can't write action scenes, and this fic has more than one of them....hahahaha....help, why do I do this to myself.....

[29121996]

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[seattlesellie]

small update i’ve never felt this way about ANYONE in my life i’m going crazy. we talked for two hours and my cheeks hurt so bad cos of how big i smiled :(

me n the girl i like are the actual definition of lesbian pining.

[candylix]

great minds think alike | bang chan

A sequel to blow my mind, read that one first! Pairing • Chan x GN!Reader Summary • After failing your test, you decide to go to the library to study. But when you get there, you see Chan. He wasn't the reason you failed, but he definitely didn't help. You said you weren't going to read his mind again, but after the first incident, he hasn't left your thoughts. It couldn't hurt to see what he's thinking about this time, right? Genre • college au, fluff, smut WC • 2.6k Content • sequel to blow my mind, no pronouns used but reader does have a vagina and breasts, mind reading, dirty thoughts about: asking you out 🥰, public sex, groping, thigh grinding, clit stimulation. Chan has an exhibitionism kink. Indented paragraphs indicate what's happening in his mind and not real life.

You really needed to bring your grade up. Normally you do alright, but that score was going to plummet your GPA. You never expected cheating to backfire so hard... but how could you possibly predict that the person you were mind reading would be thinking about sex the whole time?

This time, you'll be prepared the right way. You carry your textbooks and notes to the school library, and you're going to buckle down and study.

You enter the library with your foolproof plan in mind. You even set your timer for an hour, so you know when to take a break after all your hard work. But you freeze when you get to the tables and see a certain man already there.

Chan is studying too. You can feel your heartbeat thumping in your chest. After the test, you caught yourself thinking about him all the time. When you saw him, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to be around him, but you felt too anxious to say hi.

Safe to say, you've formed a little crush on him. It was embarrassing to admit to yourself, because you know how it happened. You read his mind, saw him fuck you on the desk, and now you want to hold his hand and kiss him.

Before you can even think rationally, you find yourself walking over to his table.

"Hey, mind if I study here?" you ask, mentally punching yourself for breaking the plan this easily.

He looks up, startled by the sudden intrusion, but his shock fades into a smile when he sees you.

"Go ahead," he responds. You pull out the seat across from him and put your stuff in front of you, as if you'll actually be able to get any studying done.

"Did you see your test score yet?" he asks.

"Yeah... let's just say there's a reason I came here to study."

"I didn't do too well either. Not bad, but not good."

"What happened?" you ask. You know what happened, but you want to see what he has to say.

"I, uh," he starts, and you see his cheeks start to flush. "I got a bit distracted."

'A bit distracted' is the understatement of the century.

"I hope I don't distract you, then."

He laughs nervously at your comment.

"Well, um, I'll get back to studying then," he says, and hides his face behind his laptop.

You open your textbook and think about studying, but you know you wont be able to resist peering into his mind. With the way he reacted, you know he's going to think about something interesting.

While pretending to read the book, you focus on him, and his thoughts gradually fill your head.

'Ok, Chan, focus. You can do this. Just... read your notes... focus... it would be rude to leave, right? I'm not gonna be able to focus like this.'

There was a small part of you that thought he didn't actually have feelings for you, and that he was just a pervert. But from the way he's struggling to study because you sat at his table, you can tell he really does like you.

'Do you want to go for coffee after this? No, that's stupid, it's too late to get coffee. What about... Wanna go see a movie sometime? That's stupid too. Ugh. How do you ask someone out without being cringy? Maybe I should buy some flowers? No, I'd have to carry them around all day like an idiot. This is too hard. I should just jump into a volcano. That would be easier... But this is such a good chance. I have to say something before I miss another perfect opportunity...'

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out what he's going to say to ask you out. He said something about missing another opportunity... how long has this been on his mind? You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you think of every time you talked, wondering when he was thinking of asking you out. There have been a few times where he looked like he was going to say something, but just kept quiet. Was that him chickening out? Maybe you should put him out of his misery and ask him to dinner.

You tune back into his mind, just in time for him to imagine a scenario involving you.

He's sitting in the library across from you, exactly how you are now, but he's wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. "Hey babe, why don't you stop what you're doing and take a ride with me tonight. I'll make it worth your while." He winks, and a motorcycle comes crashing through the wall to stand next to him. He takes a seat on it, and you run up to get on behind him. He revs the engine a few times to look cool. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his six pack through his shirt. Then he rides the motorcycle out of the hole in the wall and into the sunset.

You can't stop a chuckle from escaping your lips.

"What are you laughing at?" he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Um, nothing. Just remembered something funny my friend said earlier," you lie.

You both go back to 'studying'. That was a close call. Not that he would ever guess what you're doing, but you did want to see where that fantasy was heading. You don't have to wait long before another one starts again.

You're both sitting in the library. He clears his throat, and you look up at him. "Sorry to interrupt, but... would you want to... maybe... go out with me?" he asks. "No." You say flatly. Then you take your textbook and smack him across the face, before leaving the room. 'Chan, that would never happen,' he thinks to himself. The daydream resets, and you're back where you were before, sitting across the table from him as if that never happened. He suddenly stands up, grabbing your attention, and walks over to your side of the table. He sits on your textbook, forcing you to look up at him. "We're done studying for today. I'm taking you out for dinner." "But-" "No buts. I won't take no for an answer." "I guess I have no choice then," you say, giggling. He fixates on your smile, they way you look at him, your lips... and everything freezes.

Chan buries his face in his hands. He wanted to be a cool, suave ladies man, but even in his imagination he loses his composure when you smile at him.

It's cute to see him like this, reminding you of when you read his mind during the test. The first thing he did was imagine holding your hand. It's possible that his feelings have gotten stronger since then, because now he's struggling just to ask you out in his romantic fantasies.

He's still sitting on the table in front of you, and he takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet. His other hand cups your cheek, and guides your face down to him. Your lips press into his, and you melt into the kiss. He breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes. "Let's take a rain check on dinner," he says, and his hands move to the bottom of your shirt. "What are you-" you start, but he lifts your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the side. He unclasps your bra and throws it somewhere as well, and he drinks in the sight of you. "Chan, we're in public. Someone might see us." "Good, let them. I want everyone to know these," he says, grabbing your tits, "are mine." With one hand on each breast, he massages them, and kisses you again. His thumb grazes over your nipples, and you moan into the kiss. You can feel him smile, and he pulls at your nipples while he gropes you. His hands travel down your stomach and to your waist. He's quick to unbutton your pants and pull them down. He massages your ass over your underwear, and his thigh parts your legs to rest itself under your cunt. You gasp, and he slips his tongue in, deepening the kiss. You roll your hips, rubbing your pussy on his muscular thigh. He grabs your waist to help guide you on him, and you continue grinding on his leg as the feeling in your pit starts to build. "Not so shy anymore, huh?" he teases. "You want everyone to see you humping my leg." You roll your hips against him faster, trying to feel as much as you can between multiple layers of fabric. He watches your breasts bounce as you buck against him, and he sits there mesmerized at how good you look when you're fucking yourself on him.

Your alarm goes off. You both jump in your seats. His daydream instantly vanishes as the noise brings you both back to reality. You scramble to shut it off.

"Sorry, I forgot I set that alarm." "Oh... Does that mean you're done?" he asks. He looks at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

'Shit. I was too busy being horny that I completely forgot to ask. Ugh.'

You decide that if you want to go out with him, you're going to have to ask him yourself. "Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you," you say, and he instantly perks up. Your feel your heart beating, and you hesitate for a moment. You know he'll say yes, but you still feel nervous all of a sudden. Asking someone out apparently doesn't get easier even if you have nothing to fear. Finally, you make yourself say the words.

"Do you want to go out sometime?" He pauses, and starts overthinking about what you could possibly mean. "Um... like you want to hang out? Like a friendly 'go out'?" "More like a date 'go out'."

"Oh... OH. Yes!" He coughs, trying to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, let's go out sometime."

He can't hold back the grin that forms on his face. "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Really?" you say, feigning ignorance, "That's crazy. I didn't know you were interested in me."

"Yeah... I've liked you for a while," he says shyly, and his cheeks turn pink. God he's cute.

"In that case," you start, walking around to his side of the table and grabbing his hand, "there's something I want to do." You pull him up to his feet, and lead him to the bookshelves. You walk into an empty aisle near the back. "I really want to kiss you." His face turns bright red, and you can hear the thumping of his heartbeat. "O-ok," he stutters. He's completely different from the Casanova in his daydreams, but the juxtaposition is very endearing.

You cup his face and lean in for a kiss, and he kisses back softly. He doesn't know where to put his hands at first, but he rests them on your waist. Gently, you push him back against the bookshelves and press your body into him. He melts into the kiss, and his confidence grows enough to lower his hands to your ass.

For the first time, his thoughts are completely silent.

You're the first to break the kiss. "Do you want to go a bit further?" you ask. "Further...?" he asks, and when your hands leave his face to travel down to his hips, his eyes go wide. "What if someone walks in on us?"

"Then they'll know I'm all yours," you whisper. With the way you're pressed up against him, you can feel his erection forming. If his daydreams didn't convince you of his exhibitionism kink, this sure did.

He nods his head, and you lean back in for another kiss. You palm his crotch, and as you slowly stroke his bulge, you feel him harden under your touch. He grabs your hand, stopping it in its track. "What's wrong?" you ask. "Sorry, I just..." he hesitates for a moment, but continues, "I want to be the one touching you." You remember everything he's fantasized. That is what he likes. "Go ahead," you say. He turns you around so that your back is on his chest, and he brings his hand between your legs. He kisses your neck while he rubs you, and you lean your head back into him. His hand moves into your pants, and he feels the wet spot in your underwear. He moves it aside, and his fingers circle your clit. When he finds a spot that makes you twitch, he presses into it, rubbing it harder and faster until your body rocks into his hand. His other hand snakes under your shirt to grope your breast, and he plays with your nipple. He rubs it and pulls at it, earning a moan from you. The fingers on your clit stroke you faster, and you can hear how wet you are as he moves in and out of your folds. The sensations from your breast and your core has you bucking wildly on him, and your ass presses against his dick. He buries his face into your shoulder, dampening the moan he lets out. He grinds into you from behind, with no rhythm in his movements.

You can feel your orgasm building, and you can't control how you hump Chan's hand while he continues his brutal pace against your cunt. He works his fingers, caressing your folds and rubbing a sensitive spot. You writhe under his touch, and you know you're close. You feel the dam burst, and he continues to rub circles around your clit as you buck into his hand, riding out your high. His hand continues to hold your pussy as he humps your ass, feeling his own orgasm building. He moans, and his pace slows down as he finishes on you. You're both breathing heavily, and he takes his hand out of your pants.

You both lower yourselves to the ground in exhaustion, and you turn to face him. He leans back against the bookshelf. "You don't know how much I wanted to do that," he finally says, and you have to stop yourself from saying yes, you did know.

"Me too," you admit.

As much fun as it was peeping into his thoughts, the real thing felt way better.

"Do you... want to make plans for our date?" he asks. You completely forgot about that in the heat of the moment. "Maybe we should get cleaned up before we think about next time." "Oh, right. Do you want to come to my dorm to shower?" he asks, before adding "Just to get cleaned up! I didn't mean- unless you want to-"

"Yes," you say, answering his question before he overthinks and uninvites you. "I don't want to have to go home like this."

"Yeah, um, alright. Come with me."

You go back to the table to get your stuff, which thankfully is still there, and he leads you to his dorm.

You didn't end up studying, but you did end up with a boyfriend, and that's more important anyways.

Although he would argue otherwise.

EPILOGUE:

You're chilling in Chan's room while you wait for your final grades to show up on the school website. You check your phone, it's finally the time they said it would be posted. You both open the website.

"Yes!" he yells, "I got a 93%!"

You wait for the page to load, and when you see your mark, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You barely passed, with 1% over the failing grade, but a pass is a pass nonetheless. Your GPA fell significantly after you started dating Chan, but it worked out in the end.

He looks at your score.

'Wow, what a terrible grade.'

He looks back at you.

"Hey, you passed! Great job!" he says, and gives you a high five.