#yea its messy whatever whatever whatever ...

[999moreyears]

romance is real and its in crackships

[bluewinnerangel]

Sketch dump

[doctorwhoisadhd]

who in the torchwood team would hate nardole the most.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[29121996]

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[bwskj]

NSFW MDNI!!

tags: older!leon (esp di) x fem!dom!reader, explicit sex, officer:prisoner rp, riding&jerking

<< “officer, won’t you be good and let me go?” >>

<3

older!leon is handcuffed to the headboard, thick wrists beginning to flush raw the more the harsh metal strikes against his sensitive skin. though he can barely notice the sting anyway from your distractingly tight pussy sucking him whole. up and down, you slip on and off easily like cream on a cob, roughly pacing every thrust to maximize the waves of pleasure that hit him. your fingertips dig strongly into his inner thighs, keeping them from bucking in while you fuck him just the way you like.

he’s probably got spit dripping out his mouth with the way gruff moans carelessly tumble out but you can’t entirely tell when his arms are close together over his face in an attempt to hide himself. poorly done, however, as you can see through the gap in between and catch a glimpse of furrowed brows and lids looking down, intent on watching your pretty lips stretch deliciously around and up his hard cock.

“fuck—“ his voice catches in his throat as your hole continues to torture his clit. short gurgled moans fall from his lips like dominoes every time you inch yourself deeper with every stroke. his hips—far from shy—try to respond with its own thrusts but your hands firmly plant themselves on his trembling thighs, determined on keeping him from having the slightest chance of gaining control of his dick. you engulf his member again and again and take in the view of leon growing into a loud whimpering mess, sharply gasping for air as he braces every bit of burning pleasure where the both of you connect.

“still… think you’ve got the upper hand?” you say in between unstable pants.

he curses, unable to stop another moan from slipping out, “oh.. shit.” the sight of his clothed stomach contracting with every breath he takes makes you want to wrap your palms around his waist. if only he isn’t so stubbornly trying to fuck you on his own. “y-you’re not getting away with this,” he chokes out, “i’m—i’m gonna…” you slam your cunt up far until it hits the base and his voice breaks again, “f-fuckk…”

“gonna what?” you can’t help the laugh that trembles out of you, “officer, won’t you be good and let me go?”

he sucks in air through gritted teeth as he sticks his forehead against his arm and spits, “fuck you.” and you know it’s filled with both shame and hate. “you’re fucking sick,” he chokes out.

and he’s fucking sick. leon knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this. after all, he’s always hated the idea of being a cop. ever since that terrible day that ruined it all, he had never even wanted to think about wearing the uniform again. not until today, when you just so happened to plead with your puppy dog eyes for him to put it on and try whatever the hell this thing is.

it’s a curse that big, old, intimidating man leon can’t say no to you. now he’s got himself stuck in a mess, clad in a navy blue officer polo and pants that fit a little tight on him (it’s not his). his needy dick embarrassingly sticks out the zipper hole. the metal and cloth surrounding it is soaking wet from both of your juices.

no matter how much he thinks this isn’t right, the pleasure coursing through his lower half betrays him. he’s had sick fantasies like this (blame the mass produced taboo porn right?). but surely it isn’t supposed to be this way. it’s supposed to be him who has control—fucking the shit out of the naive criminal you are. and yet it’s the complete opposite: you’re fucking the shit out of him.

and he loves it.

“fuck baby… fuck—you’re—it’s too much…” he can already feel it, “i’ll fucking cum—ngh… soon.”

what a sight it is to see your big boy all messy and helpless like this, weak to the gummy feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. “yea… you like it,” you exhale with a shiver, your legs gently shaking from an orgasm that just went through you. “mmph, fuck, you’re cock feels so good,” you mumble, your core tightening around the shaft on its own.

leon can’t fucking take it anymore. his stomach has been clenching for way too long. “holy fuck, i-faster baby please, i wan-i wanna cum.”

you laugh and a hand on his knee goes to rub up his clothed thigh. he’s stopped resisting, or even trying to thrust up into you. instead, he’s spreading his hips even more open, giving you as much space as you need to freely ride his cock. there’s so much cream slipping on and off and it’s so warm… so so warm. leon can feel his dick just aching to explode.

“and what will I get if I m-make you cum,” you say breathlessly going to slow your thrusts again. you’re already on your way to cumming for the 4th time. you don’t even know if leon notices, clearly lost in his own world of pleasure.

there’s a growling sound out of leon likely out of growing impatience and frustration. he knows what you’re asking for because that’s the point of this all, having him dressed up in a police uniform and handcuffed to the bed.

you hear a hiccup from him, like you’ve got him all nervous and woozy from all the fucking. “i… fuck—i’ll let you fucking go, okay. I-I’ll let you do whatever just—baby,” he groans, feeling his cock grow numb the slower you pace yourself, “make me cum sweetie, please… please make me cum. i fucking need it.”

there’s a proud smirk on your face. a voice inside of you tries to convince yourself to have him say it again… have him beg. but god, does he already look so pathetic. you can’t help but give in so easily.

you start increasing speed once more. your legs are getting tired and so slowing down a bit helped you regain your energy. doesn’t matter to you though. soreness isn’t going to stop you from doing whatever it takes to get your man to cum.

it isn’t long before leon’s head is spinning, moaning and rambling strings of curses as you work yourself over his length that seemed to get even harder and bigger. you don’t forget yourself either, focusing on making his dick hit the best spots inside you, not only because you need it but you know leon gets off to that too. knowing his dick is making his girl feel like she’s in heaven; it drives him crazy.

“mmfuck honey, you’ll make me want to stay,” your right hand crawls up his pant and grabs onto the hem of the polo shirt. you tug a button off to gain access to the rough skin on his tummy.

“st-stay…” leon gasps, “stay here with me.”

you can feel leon’s muscles tighten further under the uniform and you begin putting more intention in every thrust down his cock. you circle and push yourself around the upper length, going as far as to use your other hand to jerk off the bottom half. your knees lift to kneel on his thighs, which you realize is a much better way to keep him still.

“want me to stay? pretend im your prisoner and when the others are gone, you’ll let me out and have me fuck you like this huh?” your cunt sloppily focuses on his tip while your hand slips up and down faster at his base. leon’s body is twitching and you’re sure you heard him cry for a second.

“mhm,” he hums, stiffly nodding his head behind his arms. “ffuck..” he’s getting at a loss for words, only managing to utter sounds every now and again with the way his whole body is reaching to cum.

“so so pretty,” you let him know. the sight of leon close to finishing gives you the extra push to keep going. you purposely push your hard lump of a clit against the slit on his head and you whine, “i’ll make you cum so good officer… cum so fucking good for me.”

leon’s back is arching off the bed. then, there’s another one of his pretty whimpers, “i-i’m so fucking close—“

“yea?” your hand moves to work on his whole length while your puffy lips grind over and on the sides of his throbbing head.

“oh ffuck p-please i’m—“ leon’s thighs start to buck up below you once more and you have to use all of your strength to keep him down. you barely succeed this time, but it doesn’t matter. thumb swiping over the sensitive spot below the head every time you stroke his wet hard dick, you jerk him off faster with movements that wrap slippery around him.

“baby i-im cummi—“ you feel his dick pulse on your palm, and before he can finish his sentence, you push him back inside you, dropping to the base so hard he chokes on his words and loses it.

“o-oh my fuck—“ you feel his hot cum spill. your legs are trembling (you cum again), and still you don’t stop. “sweetie i—mmph fuckFfuck…” leon’s moans are so loud it overpowers your own softer ones. his body twitches and so does his cock inside you. you slow down, breathing heavily.

“cum good honey?” you manage to ask.

there’s a pause and you watch as leon’s chest heaves up and down in sync with yours. “…fuck… you’re,” another pause, “… insane.”

you pry through his arm shield to hold his cheek against your palm, noticing how quickly he gives in to nuzzling into your grasp. “that was really fucking good baby,” he mumbles, voice sightly muffled as his lips press against your skin.

you smile, chest beaming with pride. “im glad,” you reply, leaning against the sticky mess on his stomach and kissing his jaw (dick still inside). “can’t wait for the next time.”

leon lets out an audible scoff, “next time… i’ll be fucking you dumb, lil criminal. now get me out of these.” the metal rattles with a shake of his cuffed wrists.

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a/n: HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR?? posting on nye to end the yr with a bang ! 🤪 had this as a wip for a while now and i finally finished it. I LOVE YOU ty for reading and being here!! i wish you all the best and all the joy this 2025 <33

[itsss4t4n]

How long is Forever? - Harry Hook x daughter of alice in wonderland

Headcanons but the longer version of this post:

a/n: this is based more on tim burtons aiw adaptation as it is the only one that i know, and i might have misremembered some of the story/ characters so i apologize if its inaccurate to wonderland or its characters in any way. I got way to invested in creating the character and story and almost forgot that that wasnt the point. At some point i think the character just completely changes and i low key hate it. Im really bad at writing headcannons instead of full fledged fics.

Trigger warnings: fighting, she /her pronouns used, slight angst toward the end but happy ending, not proofread

-being alices daughter you are considered kind of weird by the aks, (think luna lovegood), you are kind of dreamy and constantly in your own thoughts but you still have a very strong own opinion on everything. You say what you think even if others might not like that. 

-You also have a very different sense of style than most girls in auradon. You played alot with different colours and textures always looking slightly crazy (you took inspiration from your godfather, the mad hatter). Your blonde hair was cut to a short messy bob with short bangs, and always changing coloured streaks throughout.

-you dont have the same view of good and bad as most others , and you dont think the vks should be judged by what their parents did and immediately try to befriend them and continuesly defend them

-when mal runs away to the isle you insist on joining the other vks and ben, as you do well in new and different invironments and later because you are an incredible sword fighter, your mother having thought you all she knows, just in case you ever needed to fight a jabberwookie type beast yourself.

-Due to your personal style not being very auradon, you didnt really have to disguise as much as ben when going to the isle. 

-On the isle you felt surprisingly comfortable, as you liked the weird and almost liminal athmosphere that it had 

-the first time you met harry was right after bens kidnapping, when harry came to tell you all about it.

-Harry has this theatrical almost a little eccentric way of talking and moving, which intruiged you pretty quickly. Of course , You didnt like or trust him, he did just kidnap one of your best friends, but you were intruiged non the less.

"And who is this little lassy?"

You told him your name with a glint of interest and mischif in your eyes. "Daughter of Alice in Wonderland."

"How interesting."

"I was just thinking the same thing. Whats your Name?"

"Harry Hook." He introduced himself with adramatic bow, before making fun of jay and barking at carlos.

- The other three had watched the interaction in confusion and wonder. They knew you were a little odd but seeming this confortable with harry after knowing what he did to ben?

"What was that?!" 

"What?" 

"Dont be nice to hook! He just kidnapped your best friend!"

"yea.. But he is quite interesting." And as an afterthougt: "and kind of pretty dont you think?"

"NO! Concentrate please. He is the enemie alright?!"

"Yea whatever, lets go tell mal about this shit."

-You go with Mal and evie to see dizzy, and instantly get along.

-Later while Mal and Uma are talking (singing), you cant help your eyes from glancing over at harry every few seconds. He did look good, with his red coat, the old silver jook on his left hand, and the messy black eyeshadow around his striking blue eyes.

"He is really beutiful dont you think?" That question was mostly directed towards evie who just shot you a dissapproving look. "I'm just saying. purely aesthetically."

-You simply shrugged and watched the situation continue to unfold, swordhand on the hilt of your sword at your side. When the fight breaks out you stand against harry. For better of for forse.

"Hello Pretty boy." You raise you swordand get into a defensive position.

"Wonderland girl."

-You kept making little comments about his looks and his sword fighting which he of course returned in his own flirty way. You quite enjoyed going back and forth like that. Witty comments, smirks and flirty smiles, and fighting more for show at this point instead of actually trying to beat each other. Trying to make this surprisingly pleasant moment last as long as possible.

-until you heard an urgend shout of your name from Mal.

"Sorry in advance." In a quick movement you snatched harrys hook and threw it down into the water. Before a shoked Harry can jump after it you catch his arm and talk to him in a slightly hushed voice.

"I really hope this wasnt our last meeting pretty boy." Before running off with the others.

-You dont see each other again until Audrey turns evil, but you do still think about harry. Is it stupid considering you met like twice and he was you enemy? Yea. Did you care? not really. He was georgeous, funny, good with a sword. Your dream guy. Except for the fact that he was supposedly your enemy. but then again when had you ever cared about that kinda stuff.

-His black lined blue piercing eyes were burned into your brain.

-In the six months until you saw him again you had become mal and bens unofficial bodyguard, spening most of your time with them or with evie, your sword has taken permanent residence at your side, only taking it of to sleep or shower and even then it was always in grabbing distance. Mals paranoia about uma had actually started to get to you.

-You are at evies house when audrey shows up and spells mal. You join them in going back to the isle to retrieve hades ember.

-When your bikes get stolen you cant help but smile at the sight. Yea its shitty but he is still beautiful.

"Pretty boy!"

He drawls you name in his scottish accent and you mentally swoon.

"Thats my bike!"

"Oh yea? Come and get it back then." Before driving of.

-You run after them (except mal and celia ofc),and at one point you split upbecause the boys on the bikes did so. You follow harry and when the others are out of sight he slows to a stop. You catch up to him with a grin.

"Nice to see you again Hook. I was hoping we would meet again."

"I was too Lassie."

-The next 10-ish minutes are filled with flirty banter and tales of what happened in the last six months. It felt like you've known each other for years (as clichee as that sounds). 

-You almost forgot why you were there until you heard jay shouting your name.

"Where are you, Mal got the thing come on."

You quickly turn to Harry again.

"Go! Before they see you and make it a whole thing."

"What bout your bike?"

"Keep it pretty boy, i doubt the others got theirs back so it would be weird if i did."

With a last sly grin harry leans towards you "I will see you again very soon." 

Before you could question what 'very soon' meant, he had already driven of. 

Just in time because Jay and the others turned the corner behind you.

"There you are! What are you doing? come on!"

"Sorry. Was chasing after the bike." You Give them a small smile before walking past them. "You coming?"

-To say you were surprised when harry and gil jumped through the barries after them would be an understatement.

"Pretty boy?!"

"'ello Darling. we're just coming for a wee visit" 

-You tried , just like evie, to get the two groups to work together. Harry mostly walked next to you or Uma. At some point you hung back so he culd walk in between you and doesnt have to kep switching. He caught up with uma but still kept the constant flirts towards you up.

-Everyone was really confused on why you two seemed so good and almost comfortable around each other, not to mention the flirting. Evie was the only one who knew of your little crush so she send you a few knowing smirks.

-During the knight fight you and harry fought as a team. Incedibly well might i say. 

-You were somewhat enthusiastic about evies icebreaker idea, enjoying the idea that the two groups could finally work together.

"Harry great accent."

"Shes right. It is a good accent."

-The flirting just wouldnt stop, comments thrown at each other, bumping shoulders while walking, even brushing your hands against each others on occasion. You had joined the boys in looking for ben.

"To make sure jay and harry dont kill each other."

-Gil doing the icebreaker and bonding with jay. 

meanwhile you and harry in the background:

"We should do that icebreaker pretty boy."

"oh yea?"

"Yea. You've got really pretty eyes."

"And you are really good with a sword lass." His hook just slightly gracing your cheek before something in gil and jays conversation sparks his interest.

-When finding ben you had immediately pushed harry behind you and unsheathed your sword out of instinct. Jay has to pull both of you out of bens way because both of you got distrcated by how close you were standing to each other. After making sure ben was alright you made sure harry was too.

(instead of flirting with jane he flirts with you)

"Well well well, thank you for trying to protect me there darling." The hook was under you chin this time.

"No problem pretty boy." You smirk back.

Ben had his little freak out. Jay and carlos had one too for slightly different reasons.

"when did this happen? you and hook?"

You just shrugged and started walking off.

The boys just looked at eachother thouroghly confused.

-After everyone reuniting and you secretely updating evie on the harry situation you all made your way to fairy cottage. When you found chad you had to half hide in harrys shoulder to hide your laughter because god was it good to see chad taken down a few pecks like that.

-Then Mal dropped the bomb. Closing the barrier forever. You couldnt believe it. You were always a firm believer in the vk programm. And you had honestly hoped that even if harry etc were send back, they would get out someday, or you might go visit them. You considered them freinds at that point. But now that wasnt possible.  You tried to comfort harry and uma in some way but it was to no avail.

"Im so sorry you guys... I didnt know." You had tears in your eyes yourself.

"Dont worry about it Darling. Its nae your fault." Placing his hand, his actual hand, on your cheek for a second, to wipe away the tear that had fallen. Before he walked of with uma.

"Harry....."

Mal was shocked to see your tears at the fact that harry was leaving. she had absolutely no idea this was a thing. It wasnt really. you didnt have enough time for it to actually become a thing. You watched harry and uma leave before evie walked up to you to hug you. 

She talked to mal but you didnt want to listen.

suddenly there was a bright light before it went dark for a bit. When you came to again, Mal was gone. It didnt take you guys long to piece together what must have happened. so you went to find mal.

-You and harry were both incredibly relieved to see that the other was okay. *cue big hug and an almost kiss that turned into a kind of awkward cheek kiss before another hug * 

-Harry announcing that he is actually going back to the isle felt like another punch in the gut. Again that sounds dumb considereing how little you actually knew each other but you didnt care. 

-Harry and you talked before he left. He gave you one of his rings "so you wont forget me darling". So you give him one of yours "then dont you forget me either". *cue more crying and hugs, between all of you *

-Mal announcing that the barrier will be taken down during the engagement party was the best thing that couldve happened to you at that point.

"Looks like you get a chance with your pretty boy after all." Evie.

Uma to harry on the isle: "Now you can get your pretty girl, pretty boy." While bumbing his shoulder.

As soon as you could spot eachother on the bridge you ran into each others arms.

-Kith

-like a lot of em

-Your friends from both sides were incredibly happy for both of you.

[billluver0124]

"i wanna fucking tear you apart."

synopsis: bill meets an 'almost vampire-like" girl at the club, he wonders if shes the same under the sheets >.<

WARNINGS!! p in v, riding (cowgirl), blood kink!, scratching, cursing!

AUTHORS NOTE: i dont really know how to feel about this one, i love it and hate it at the same time...but i hope you guys enjoy<3

it all started at a party, y/n was a regular at this goth club called "the twilight zone". bill had been wanting to go to this place for ages but never had the motivation, but now he did... BILLS POV:

ive always wanted to go to this club, but i never had the motivation to because i get so busy with the band. but something made me come tonight, almost like i was attracted to something here. as i walk into this nightclub, im filled with the typical smell of alcohol and smoke. everyone was dancing on the floor, but they all looked different then your average party people.

these people had messy hair, wore mostly black clothes and looked like the dead. there definitely wasnt gonna be a cheetah print bra bombshell here. but there was this girl that stood out in the crowd...

she had the 'gothic look' like everyone else, but something was different about her, her hair was as dark as ebony could get. her skin was pale, almost deathly. she looked so eery, but so fucking beautiful. as she danced to the music playing. her energy was practically pulling me towards her, next thing i knew i was dancing right next to her.

THIRD PERSONS POV

y/n was dancing on the dance-floor, moving her worries out of her. she loved this place, its ethereal energy made her fall in love with this nightclub. as she was moving to the rhythm, she feels someone watching her.

she turns around and sees this boy, just admiring her in the middle of the floor. its was weird but she liked it, she went back to dancing when all of a sudden, he was right next to her.

"y-you mind if i dance w-with you?" he asked nervously, she was so hot it made him timid. "yea whatever, just stop being so nervous. im not gonna hurt you" she told him. her voice was cold to him, but so sexy at the same time. she wraps his arms around her waist as she resumes to dancing. swaying her hips on him to the song that was playing, it was spooky; but rather erotic as well.

i want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight~

y/n turns around at face him, "c'mon" she takes his hand "wha-w-where?" y/n chuckles at his nervousness as she led him to a secret room. it was dark, cold and it had a mattress on the floor. not the best place to hook up but itll do.

y/n pushes him on the mattress. the fall shocks bill, but he cant help but feel his pants tighten by the minute. she crawls on top of him, pressing soft kisses on his neck. he, without thinking, slides his hands up her body. feeling his desire for her grow bigger and unbearable by the second.

she began to grow hungrier for him, the soft kisses turned into harsh hickeys. she wrapped her hand around his neck, bill gasps at the sudden action.

"i wanna fucking tear you apart" she told him, her words made bill moan. his hard beginning to ache, begging to be released from the confines of his pants.

she pinned his wrists over his head, entrapping their lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. bill moans against her lips, giving y/n the chance to slide her tongue in his mouth. their wet muscles swirling around each other

she lets go to take off her shirt, luckily she had no bra under. bill immediately latches his mouth onto her breast, sucking and swiring his tongue around the bud while his hand plays with the other.

"fuck.." she mumbles, palming his bulge as he sucks her nipples. he sucks harder in response, bill pulls away to take off his shirt. his nipple piercing catches y/n's eye immediately. she leans closer and licks his pierced nipple, the feeling of pleasure lingers in bills body

she goes back up to his lips, then between his chest and kisses down all the way to his bulge. bills eyes watch her do so, practically pleading for her to go further.

she then slowly unbuttons his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. his cock springing up, a little precum gets on her face.

she kisses his tip, making small little baby licks to tease him. bill whines "d-dont tease..please" he moans, resting his fingers in her hair.

she stops the teasing, sinking her mouth down as she took his whole cock in her mouth. bills eyes roll back at the feeling, a warm, wet and pretty mouth wrapped around his dick sent waves of pleasure through him.

she swirls her tongue around his shaft, moans both loud and quiet pouring out of his mouth "mmm-fuck that feels s'good..!" bills grabs her hair, bobbing her head up and down faster as he gets closer to release

y/n takes that as cue to suck harder, her hand fondles with his balls as the other holds her steady on his thigh. "o-oh fuck im s'close!" he whimpers

he lets out one last moan before shooting his hot load down her throat. she swallows, sticking her tongue out to show him.

she goes back up to his lips, "youre so hot fuck.." she groaned, she ran her fingers along her chest, slowly digging her nails in his chest. leaving scratch marks that were bleeding. the pain bill felt bled into pleasure as she ran her tongue along each wound, the feeling was rather odd but the sight was so fucking sexy.

y/n felt herself getting soaked by the second. she grinds herself on his thigh "you gonna let me put it in?" she asked, her face in his neck. leaving soft kisses. "fuck yes.." bill nods. she slides her mini skirt and underwear off in one go, throwing it somewhere in the room.

she hovers her bare pussy over his dick, "you ready hon'?" she asks, bill nods even more, waiting more eagerly to be inside her. she finally aligns the tip to her folds before pushing it in all the way. she winced in pain as she felt his cock stretch her from the inside. "f-fuck!" she groaned as the pain slowly bled to pleasure. she began sliding herself up just to slam herself down again. she does it again and again, holding his thighs behind her to keep her steady as his tip rams into her sweet spot immediately.

bill holds onto her hips, guiding her up and down his dick. "you feel so nice miss" he moans, feeling her clench around him as she was getting closer to orgasm.

y/n bounces faster, the sound of skin slapping getting louder as well as both her and bills moans. "im gonna-ngh!-c-cum again!" he whimpered, "m-me too, hold on for me" y/ns pussy began to ache as she felt her release forming in her lower stomach.

bill watches a small bulge form on her lower stomach as she fucked herself on him. "you r-ready?" she pants. bill nods then almost immediately bucks his hips into her wildly as she bounced even harder on his cock.

bill and y/n let out a loud harmonized moan as they came on each other, y/n drops on top of bill as she tries to catch her breath.

"im bill.." he mumbled, just loud enough for y/n to hear. "im y/n" she replied back, before getting up to put her clothes back on.

bill felt a little disappointed that she didnt stay longer, but he knew that this was just gonna be a hookup. he puts his clothes on as well and goes to the public restroom in the club.

as he fixed himself in the mirror, he felt a stinging sensation on his chest, he pulls down the collar of his shirt and sees the stratch marks she left read something

"all mine ♡"

was written in red inflamed skin on bills chest. he now felt like y/ns property

[ellstronaut]

[ ◉¯] tlougram [ ◉¯]

#just a silly AU

ellie is typing. . . ╰──╮

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[ ◉¯] ellie’s account reads like a tech-illiterate-social-degenerate

[ ◉¯] girl literally has 3k followers (boggles her mind how it’s even possible) all of varying degrees of sketchiness

[ ◉¯] her bio’s literally just her initials—ew (yep thinks she’s hilarious ) paired with “space is cool ig” [insert shitty space emoji]

[ ◉¯] tbh—she doesn’t really get the whole “influencer” thing (like what is she influencing???)

[ ◉¯] like the only reason she finally caved and made an account to begin with is because dina and jesse practically bullied her into it

[ ◉¯] which shows—her feed is a hot mess of random pics; memes, a random cat video she saved on her gallery

[ ◉¯] and don’t expect to be fed either—her account is D.E.A.D (you’d be setting yourself up for disappointment)

[ ◉¯] definitely the type to forget she even has an account

[ ◉¯] but best believe—when she does post, its spaced out between 2-3 months

[ ◉¯] maybe a handful of artsy-fartsy pics somewhere in between

[ ◉¯] but most of her pics are literally just sketches (she drew at the back of her physics book) random crap she thinks is funny, memes that only make sense to her, n the occasional trip to the museum/nature pics

[ ◉¯] and like a grand total of one—just one selfie (and yes she did delete the rest)

[ ◉¯] fun fact: she may or may not have accidentally liked one of Dina’s/Cat’s old selfies on a burner account

[ ◉¯] tried to do damage control by unliking almost immediately

[ ◉¯] since we’re being messy—(swears she’d kill anyone on site who dares bring that up but whatever) she once got a chat request from a bot thinking it was a real person 💀

[ ◉¯] spent weeks on end flirting and ofc had to gush about it (like the true degenerate she is)

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spacenerd: dude shes hot

제시: whos hot

[spacenerd has sent an attachment]

dinasure: uh ellie

spacenerd: ??

dinasure: gonna hold ur hand when I say this 😃

spacenerd: she replies quick tho plus shes really nice ;)

제시: bet

spacenerd: huh

제시: bro so is siri

spacenerd: siri cant say stuff like rate my tits??

dinasure: issa bot u moron 💀

[spacenerd has sent a voicenote]

▷ 0:00 ───|────── 0:30

dinasure: fuck no

dinasure: bro just block

제시: ^yea pretty sure @bot_bae ain’t real 😭

spacenerd: SHE SO IS

dinasure: chile…anyways so

spacenerd: u know wat

[spacenerd has left the chat]

dinasure: LMAOO cryingsh

dinasure: think u hurt her feelings

제시:no cap that is sad

dinasure: real like how tf u gonna get catfished by a bot and fall in LOVE 🙃

제시: YEAH bro really down bad for ( . )( . )

dinasure: PLSSSJH

[spacenerd has joined the chat]

spacenerd: IT WAS A GOOD BOT OK

dinasure: i have more chemistry with chatgpt

spacenerd: stfu

spacenerd: n D u dont get to come for me when u deadass fucked a twilight bot

dinasure: bitch its called rp

dinasure: n that was like ONE time

spacenerd: me when i lie

dinasure: i like my men less sparkly now!!!

jesse is typing . . . ╰──╮

ೃ༄

[ ◉¯] unlike ellie—jesse takes his social media presence very seriously

[ ◉¯] got like +8k followers (most of which are girls) cause that man is a snack (duh)

[ ◉¯] his whole vibe is mellow but cool

[ ◉¯] like his IG feed reads like an episode of Crazy Rich Asians (with the extra added thirst traps of course)

[ ◉¯] aka a perfectly curated mix of aesthetic photos, artsy shots, friends/family and ofc his dog Yeontan

[ ◉¯] definitely the type of boyfriend to post unflattering pics of his gf but not out of malice

[ ◉¯] but you know in a—i’m obnoxiously in love sorta way

[ ◉¯] he may be bilingual but he’s very much in touch with his culture—like dude got a bunch of pics of him back in the Motherland

[ ◉¯] ellie low-key tries to get him to teach her a few curse words in Korean but like 99% of the time ends up teaching her the wrong words instead

[ ◉¯] ofc his username is in hangul— (if anything it’s to make his mom happy—because yes he follows her back on Insta)

[ ◉¯ ] and yes he’s such a boy mom—dina and ellie give him a ton of shit for it

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spacenerd: totally know what that means frfr

dinasure: oppa?

제시: 죽을래?

google translation: you want to die?

[ ◉¯] it’s an inside joke, lord knows how many kpop stans flood his dms—in which he makes the point to block them on site (as he should lol) because korean he may BE—your oppa he is NOT

[ ◉¯] yeah—he makes it pretty damn clear in his bio “yall gotta stop with the BTS shit”

dina is typing . . . ╰──╮

ೃ༄

[ ◉¯] Dina’s THAT bitch

[ ◉¯] got like +30k followers—is the whole package; hot—effortlessly cool, funny, charismatic (it’s literally unfair)

[ ◉¯] ofc she’s been scouted by at least three modelling agencies

[ ◉¯] and her pictures? flawless—we’re talking gorgeous—goddess-esque—baddie

[ ◉¯] literally the worst part about being friends with Dina: is how ridiculously photogenic she is

[ ◉¯] can roll up out of bed, unshowered, bare-faced and still look hot af (god has favourites I suppose)

[ ◉¯] definitely the type to have the most engagement (via replies, comments, shares, tagged—you name it)

[ ◉¯] absolutely loves sharing her hot girl adventures/outings—fr the embodiment of hot girl summer

[ ◉¯] expect an assortment of her hiking, visiting galleries, cafés, festivals + parties, and of course her many different fits (not that anyone’s complaining)

[ ◉¯] bio reads: my mom thinks I’m cool

[ ◉¯] don’t get me started on her simps—if delulu were a person, it would be Dina’s cult of fanboys

[ ◉¯] one time a dude wrote her poetry—straight up typed a whole ass sonnet ( Shakespeare reincarnate but in simptongue)

[ ◉¯] in which of course her friends had to add their two cents

ೃ༄

spacenerd: its always ily but never

spacenerd: my queen i kneel, my heart it weeps 😞

제시: lmaooooo 💀

[ ◉¯]not just down bad— we’re talking the most absurd, thirsty/depraved comments—

whitedevil commented: Id let you ruin my life

christian.not.jay commented: feet? 🤤

chrislovesyou commented: looked at my girl and sighed

ೃ༄

[ ◉¯] imagine the heartbreak if they ever found out she has a whole ass man (cue what does she SEE in him)

[ ◉¯] so much salt it could fill a whole an entire ocean

cat is typing . . . ╰──╮

ೃ༄

[ ◉¯] Cat’s account oozes creativity—doodles, sketches, watercolour—digital art the whole nine yards

[ ◉¯] her feed is basically one giant art gallery—like an extension of her art portfolio

[ ◉¯] so if you’re looking for an artsy feed, look no further

[ ◉¯] def an alt girlie (lowkey goth/punk lite) aka dark and edgy but with a soft side to her

[ ◉¯] and by lowkey I mean a beautiful—soft, kind of morbid artistry

[ ◉¯] the vibes she exudes with the outfits, piercings, the makeup and tattoos? (Chefs kiss) high key hot but intimidating

[ ◉¯] not too keen with the whole parasocial thing— “eh it’s nice having people look at my work, but not for me” kinda vibe

[ ◉¯] the type to solely use it for promotional purposes that and activism (btw NOT just for the brownie points like would deadass go outside, touch grass and do something about it)

[ ◉¯] definitely advocates for the environment—supports charities and organizations who fight against systematic oppression (racism, misogyny, etc.)

[ ◉¯] which is one of many reasons why Ellie’s got a huge fat ass crush on her (if it wasn’t already so obvious)

[ ◉¯] proudly Asian—wears it like a badge of honour and is the first to call out racists (and homophobes) any KIND of bigotry tbh

[ ◉¯] her bio reads—“life’s too short for shitty music” and “gay btw” :)” y’know for the losers that might need a little disclaimer

[ ◉¯] not a fan of stupid Asian stereotypes

[ ◉¯] you just know she gets a ton of gross fetishizing DMs (like why do they ALWAYS have an anime pfp)

[ ◉¯] because ruthless she can be with her clap backs

ೃ༄

tagging my besties @bonnibelblanca @adhdprincess ily

[kaidan-z]

”How many times do i gotta tell you,”

42 Miles x Male Reader

warnings: cursing??

w/c: 461

Request:

This is my first official writing, so…it’s not that good. tell me if i did alright 😭🙏🏽.

Where was he? You thought to yourself with an aggravated sigh, brows furrowed as you checked his location on your phone.

Right…he stopped sharing it.

Just as you were about to call him, the familiar creaking of the front door alerted of entry, and by the footsteps it was easily told who it was. Miles.

“Miles? I’ve been waiting all fucking night, jesus.” You grumbled, getting up from the couch and making your way to the door, pausing at a glimpse of a tear in his outfit.

…which was rare for him.

”Miles.” You repeated, taking a look at him up and down, drawing a deep breath in preparation for the long scolding you were soon to give him. Taking his wrist, you took him to the living room, grabbing the first aid kit on the way there. The two of you sat on the couch in an uncomfortable silence as you began to treat him.

“How many times do I gotta tell you, how many? Cause I’m real tired of it. You said you’d be more careful on the job, I said, ‘Okay. You know what, I can trust him, because he always stays true to his word’. Right? Well, I shouldn’t have. I know i don’t know what you do when you’re out, but you gotta be more fucking careful than this, man. Invest in better gear, upgrade the suit, cause whatever you’re doing isn’t working.” You went on and on, complaining while you tenderly cared for his injuries, not caring for any of his small remarks.

And Miles just sat and took it, knowing deep down he was deserving of the talk. I mean, yeah, he was saving the entire city. But he knew he had someone to love and take care of him at the end of the day, who he gave the same treatment to.

“Yea…I know.” Miles murmured, running his tongue over his teeth idly, avoiding your gaze even though he knew you weren’t looking. “‘m sorry. Things got messy, and I did what i had to do.” Miles spoke again, quietly, leaning back into the soft cushions.

It wasn’t usual for him to comply with you, but he felt bad and he was tired. So, according to him, that was his only option.

After you had him all patched up and scolded, you got up and put away the first aid kit, groaning softly and rubbing your eyes.

“And I made empanadas. Go eat.” You spoke flatly with a caring undertone, feeling a smile make its way onto your face as Miles wrapped you in a warm hug, mask retracted off of his face.

“Thank you.” He murmured, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he let go and headed to the kitchen.

[bonchobrick]

(angst alert !! death + slight blood tw !!)

Tim is stuck in a sticky situation and has to call a certain 'spooky' friend for help.

Jason would probably call him a dumbass for trying to do something so stupid. Well, atleast thats what Tim thinks Jason would do, he isn't for sure though, he isn't certain.

Because Jason's laying on the ground with a flat pulse and he wont be giving him any answers anytime soon.

---

“Don' look so weird replacement, its just anoth’r day in gotham.” His brother slurs with the slight quirk of his lips

"Jason don't fucking do this to me!" Tim hisses tears cursing his eyes

And Jason, oh that bastard—bleeding out on the pavement and in Tim’s arms sends him his classic beaming Robin Smile. 

"Love ya' little bro take care of yo'rself, kay?" he says eyes fluttering

"Jay," Tim cries, "You dick."

For all the joy and hope and belief his smile conveyed for the first time in a long time—his red blood muddled what should’ve been such a nice sight. Tim held him on the pavement with someone yelling on the comm mic on the floor that he just can’t bother trying to pay attention to. 

The pavement is cold. The air is cold. His brother is cold. It’s all so cold tonight. 

All the younger boy does close his eyes and slowly, In. Out. In. Out.

He lets himself breathe for a minute. Lets the horror wash over him. Lets himself absorb what just happened,

Then he gets back to work. 

Like a switch his brain is back online running at a hundred miles an hour–what is the best scenario, what should I do when my brother's wrist is limp and his eyes are shut, what do I do if he’s dead again, what can i do, how can I Fix. This.

Thoughts cloud his mind, whirring around his head like layers and layers of messy documents has just been dumped on his desk and he’s shuffling through them panicked trying to find the right file because its somewhere here, there is something and he just needs to sort. it. out. And–

Then it all becomes clear. 

His desk is back to clean and stationary. All of the papers are gone back into neat piles in neat manila folders, stored away in tidy filing shelves–

Everything is gone aside from one little yellow sticky note in the center of the desk.

“Well, Jay?” Tim chuckles with a cracked voice, “Second times the charm right?”

In his mind, at the center of it all, on a yellow sticky note lies the words in green ink: ‘Contact The Ghost King.’

Slowly he shifts and with a loud grunt he lifts up Jason, “Up we go!”

“--im? Why do you have Red Hood’s Comm–Tim what happened! Tim!” the comm speaker plays faintly in the background of his head, “Tim! Whatever you’re thinking off doing, don’t!” someone Tim can’t think about hisses

Tim hums absentmindedly towards the mic, almost automatically, “Don’t worry Babs, I’ve got it covered.”

Walking away from the roof he thinks to himself, I wonder where Jason would wanna wake up? Perhaps his apartment? Yea, i think that would go well by him–let’s head to the apartment.  

And just like that Tim leaves a crime scene—shuffling away with a dead body over his shoulder and a plan.

“Jay,” Tim murmurs to the corpse on his shoulder, “You’re really gonna hate this, but i’m doing this for you anyways cause I love you. So dont be too hard on me when you wake up okay asshole?”

Tim stumbles off into the stairwell making his descent and sometime as he walks away Barbara faintly catches him on the comm saying

“-Your gonna love Danny and making your lame 'im a dead guy' jokes with him man .”

[unformula1]

Changed (LS2 x OP81)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan thinks about Oscar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri  w/c: 645 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: messy but eh. hopefully this becomes a series (yea?) day 16 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium! (series masterlist) masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan didn’t know when it started, when everything started to fall apart at the seams, when the four walls came crashing down, when life started to make less sense. 

All he did know was that Oscar wasn’t there.

“Promise?” Logan asks.

“Always.” Oscar assures.

“Always there?” “Promise.”

It was just a bunch of empty, pointless promises. 

He couldn’t blame Oscar, they were kids, naive and innocent, unaware of how the world would treat both of them differently.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, how was he supposed to know that he would find someone better eventually.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, he never expected Oscar to keep his promises anyway. As he grew older, he knew that their promises would eventually fall apart.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, he really couldn’t.

Logan leans against the walls of his drivers’ room. The silence is deafening, it’s just him and his thoughts which aren't always good. He’s forced to sit down and run through everything in his head.

They’re usually messy jumbles of information which he’ll probably forget within hours, faded memories like old reports turning yellow and crystal clear mistakes which will never go away.

He throws a ball against the wall, it bounces back and he catches it. It’s stupid, but it helps to arrange Logan’s thoughts. It’s pathetic. Who the hell throws balls against the wall to think properly?

If younger Logan could see him now, he can only imagine the disappointment on his face. The sighs coming out from his mouth, the subtle head shakes. 

Logan forces himself to stop messing around with his thoughts. He rolls the ball to one side of the room and steps out of his driver’s room. Usually this shouldn’t be hard, but it is. It’s unbearably difficult for Logan to walk into the paddock and see everyone but him having fun.

He makes his way around the paddock, finding something to occupy his mind with. It’s harder than he expects. He loiters around the different garages before finally landing at the McLaren garage.

Oscar’s face is plastered on the giant entryway, Logan looks at it for a solid few seconds before kicking a tiny pebble on the ground and walking off. He looks back at it one more time. He misses Oscar. 

He really does.

Oscar used to be that one constant in his life, the one who would always be there for him, the one who always regarded Logan as his first choice. Not anymore. Oscar had someone else, he had something more important to focus on.

They used to be a perfect pair, made for each other, crafted to be each other’s halves and now they were a wilting rose, a loose thread hanging on to whatever’s left, an invisible string losing its glow.

It was absolutely devastating to think about it. Logan wipes the small tear that he shed. 

Just like the universe playing some sick trick on Logan, Oscar walks out of the garage, standing super close to Lando, who follows him. A media crew surrounds him. They’re probably filming some media day content which reminds Logan he needs to head back for media day filming too.

He looks one more time at the McLaren duo and for a split second, him and Oscar lock eyes. Logan gives Oscar a smile and suddenly, everything slows down and Logan feels the rising urge in him to just run over and hug Oscar.

Then reality comes back and hits him in the head, Oscar turns away, barely acknowledging Logan’s presence.

Logan stands there as the McLaren duo walk off, camera crew following behind. 

Logan feels his world crashing around him, not even a smile back, not a glance, nothing. Everything was gone. 

Everything’s changed, nothing stayed the same, it’s all different now.

It was like peeling the petals of a rose, wondering if they love you back and ending up with the last petal of “he loves me not”.

[gilmore-angel]

you belong with me || steve harrington x reader

swiftmas ♱ second fic for my swiftmas!!! important note is that I'm not following the shows canon, so that's why the timeliness is off. I hope you enjoy this fic. im not the biggest fan of how it turned out, but i still am okay with it lol! if you'd like to see the December 1st fic you can click the first link below!! also SO SORRY this is late!!

summary ♱ you love Steve, but he must be stupid if he doesn't realize you two are meant to be together.

warnings/contains ♱ bit of jealousy, friends to lovers, breakup.

swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics !!

it was a tuesday night, you sat in your room on your bed, listening to AC/DC. your pajamas were loose and comfortable as you wrote in your diary.

you suddenly hear a tap, tap, tap coming from your window. you furrow your brows, standing up to investigate. any vit of panic settles down when you see it's just your best friend, steve. but as soo. as panic left you worry took its place. why did steve come here so late while it was snowing?!

he gives a bashful smile as he continues to knock on your cold window. he was thankfully wearing a big jacket, covered with melting snow. you quickly rush over and open the window. he ungracfully climbs through and lands on your floor, getting everything around him wet in the process.

you scoff, shaking your head. "are you insane? like actually? what are you doing here so late?" you grab a random dirty tee you had laying on your floor to wipe some of the water now on your windowsill and floor.

he closes the window and takes off his wet coat. he sighs, tossing it on the ground and flopping onto your bed. "just felt like it."

you sigh, shaking your head. you toss the shirt next to his jacket and sit next to him. you can't help but feel your cheeks warm at his appearance. he's all messy hair, flushed cheeks and pretty smiles. you hate your heart for fluttering.

"I thought you were spending the night with nancy?" you liked nancy, you really did. but she didn't come off as the right girl for steve. he needed someone who fully understood him. his personality, his story, his everything. someone like you.

his smile wavers at the mention of his girlfriend. he shrugs, letting out a forced chuckle. "yea well, I pissed her off again so that didn't happen."

you furrow your brows. it seems like she's always upset with him. "what did you do now?"

he adverts his eyes down, shrugging. "you tell me... but it's fine. we'll move past it, we always do."

"a relationship shouldn't feel like a constant battle, you know." you hate seeing how stressed steve had become. their relationship clearly wasn't working.

"yea, whatever. can i sleep here tonight?" he huffs out a bit of air, his voice low. he looks back at you, effortlessly giving the best puppy dog eyes.

you nod, tossing your diary on your bedside table and pulling back the covers. he wordlessly climbs in, laying his head comfortably against your pillow. you lay down next to him, keeping a good distance still. you turn off your lamp, the room devoid of any light except from the moon.

steve closes his eyes, squirming around until he was comfortable. you turn your head to stare at him. his pouty lips, his long eye lashes, his perfect nose. you can hear his soft breath and feel his warmth. you can't help thinking this is how ought to be. always.

——

you and steve arrive at school together, but he soon gets swept away by nancy, who had apparently needed only one night to once again forgive him. she looked pretty and put together as always. her white button up, her red short skirt, her white stocking and heeled mary janes. seeing her made you notice your lackluster outfit. a tee shirt, jeans and sneakers.

you barely saw steve until it was time to leave, since he was your ride. you got to his car before him, so you leaned against it waiting for him. finally you saw him walking up to the car, a almost confused expression on his face. he doesn't look at you as he gets in the car and turns it on. you get into the passenger seat. you place your hand on his shoulder.

"hey, are you feeling okay?" you furrow your brows. he stares at the wheel, nodding absent-mindedly.

"me and nancy broke up." your eyes widened, looking down.

"shit, I'm sorry... are you okay?" he nods again, turning to look at you. you were surprised at the lack of sadness in his eyes, only seeing realization.

"she never liked my jokes, or my music, or my anything... but you do." you notice him getting closer. your heart rate picks up, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"steve..." he finally makes the big move, pressing his soft lips against yours. you gasp softly but respond by kissing him back, gently cupping his cheeks.

you didn't know what this would mean for your relationship long term, but you hoped he finally understands he belongs with you.

[kumezyzo]

planned on posted something else two days ago.... but this just happened to come to mind and i- yea, anyway, this is another bf!sapnap but slightly suggestive but still in the realm of fluff, yea idfk..... minors, you can read but do not interact!!!

also, not a usual blurby type of writing, more narrative idk....

enjoy....or dont! :) m.list

bf!sapnap who doesnt let go of you in the mornings admist his deep slumber

you woke up a few minutes ago but didnt feel the need to get up. not that you could if you wanted to, your boyfriends arms were draped over you, but you've learned in the past to not attempt a silent escape.

soon enough, the warmth wasnt enough to keep you there and you felt the strong urge to go to the bathroom only growing.

as you pulled away from his chest, he shifted and pulled you back towards him. you pursed your lips and sighed.

"Nick, i need to go to the bathroom," you tried to whisper to him. He softly groaned and snuggled into you. "Nick!"

He stirred a little and managed to barely open his eyes, "hmm?"

"can you let go? i need to pee..."

he sighed and lifted his arm off of you before snuggling into your pillow and warmth you left behind. you smiled at the sight of his face pressed into the pillow, all that was visible being his messy hair.

when you walk out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom, you shake your head at the sight of him not having moved.

bf!sapnap who wakes up in your bed disoriented and wondering where you went. he would waddle out of bed and go look for you immediately.

when he spots you at the kitchen island scrolling on your phone, he smiles drowsily.

"you left me all alone to scroll on your phone?" he asks trying to sound annoyed. It was distrupted his smile.

"oh, im so sorry," you say sarcastically as he took steps closer to you. "i was under the impression you werent even awake when i left you."

"you would have left me without me knowing?" he gasps, turning you in the spinning island chair to stand between your legs.

"i guess i already did," you said putting your phone down and leaning in to kiss him, a smile that matched his growing on your face.

"hmm, thats really messed up" he whispers against your lips before kissing you.

bf!sapnap who lets go of you to go to the bathroom as you try to decide on food to order for breakfast. when he find his way back, he is back all on you.

he has his arms wrapped around you you as he looks over your shoulder to look on your phone with you.

"yea that looks good," he says, briefly glancing at you before nuzzling his nose into your jaw. "just pay with my card baby."

you bit your lip at the low resonance of his voice. instinctually, you close your eyes as he starts pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck.

"wow... are you tryna spoil me or something?"

he chuckles quietly, "just go ahead peaches, order it."

"mhm..." you pry your eyes open and finish the payment process. as soon as the payment went through, you turned around and kissed him. he accepted happily and grinned at the way you pulled him in closer.

yea idk what this is. i wanted to make it longer but its too much work.... i might make a pt.2 but idk for sure. tell me if i should or whatever.

btw where is 🐬 anon 😭😭 they were my motivator fr fr -Nony

[opens-up-4-nobody]

the good thing about asperger's no longer being a diagnosis is that it's just called level 1 autism spectrum disorder now. i know i probably shouldn't be poking around in the mental health of strangers online, but as an autistic person myself, your struggles resonated with me. ever since i've been able to accept, understand, and begin to provide myself accommodations for my autism, my mental health has improved tremendously. autism is also co-morbid with oodles of other conditions, so it is definitely possible to have autism and other conditions that may have overlapping symptoms

It's funny, I was diagnosed, accepted it, over analyzed and rejected it, subsequently forgot about it entirely, then when the only helpful counselor I ever had brought up the idea I was like: Oh yeah! That makes sense. And went through the same process over again. I will say, having someone point out that something might be inhibiting my ability to interact with people was extremely helpful. Because I just thought I was really bad at it and processed it as a point of failure (which was intolerable). At one point she said "You don't have to do things you don't want to just because you feel like you should" and I think about that a lot. That should have been obvious but it was like she slapped me with a fish

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:33 < this is a pretty messy blog so you'll be seeing things of everything everywhere on this blog but yea !!1! :33

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:33 < on that note, here are some things iwont do :o[

pendulum swings. no clue how to do them

recipies (no idea how to make one)

skincare/selfcare (again, no idea how to make them

prooshuip/comship ectect

sexual things (im a minor. kissing, hugging, ect is fine, but anything slightly sexual that makes me uncomfortable will be rejected)

and anything not mentioned

(also anything involving discourse !! ido not want to be invol with it !! (<_<") and anything agaisnt my dni/anyone who goes against my dni iwill not do things for :o( and by the way, if youdont want me to tag something as something, please tell me !! otherwise i'll probably tag it wrong (<_<"))

B33 < this might change in the future, but for now, iwont do them :o(( ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

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:33 < thankziez furr reading all of this !1!! :o3

B33 < oh yea also i take art requests ^_^

:33 < byebye !! ^_^ 🌊✮ ⋆ 🦈｡ * ⋆｡

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B33 < (purromo purrlease anytroll ? would be quite helpfurrl x33 /nf ⭒-.⋆🪼⋆.-⭒)

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:33 < dividers: first, second, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (sorta messed up the numbers but yea) tumblr is being annoying and not letting me add alt text im sorry (if the description is bad, ido apologise