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mhsdatgo · 5 months

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Always hated the way according to TB I'm supposed, as a woman, to root for Rhaenyra "Mary Sue" Targaryen because she's a Valyrian woman and can't do no wrong. Otherwise I'm framed as a misogynist, an enabler, a rape apologist, every name in the book. As if this isn't the same girl who coerced her bodyguard because her erectile disfunction uncle didn't wanna bang her after leaving her in a brothel, naked and on plain sight for any kind of perverted brute. As if this isn't the same girl who weaponized both her and her best friend's trauma to twist a truth about something she very willingly did that could've had her disowned if her father was anyone else other than the weak ass neglectful rapist pedo father she had instead.

This is the same girl who ignored and mistreated Alicent when all she did was convince Viserys to allow her privileges she never had, like choosing a husband. Like it or not, it was Alicent the one who gave gave and gave, and Rhaenyra the one who took took and took and even MOCKED, time and time again. The same girl who acted like a victim when the girl she called her literal best friend (only when it benefitted her) was getting maritally R*PED in the next room by her crusty ass father. She never tried connecting with her siblings because they were Alicent's children. Not because their minds were poisoned, not because they were apparently bitter towards her. Because they weren't her mother's children. Same as Viserys. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I'm supposed to root for a woman who doesn't do one single thing for the claim she feels so entitled to (who was purely based on Viserys' grief and guilt for Aemma)? I'm supposed to root for a woman who brings back to the line of succession the same man everyone wanted far from the line of succession? I'm supposed to root for the woman who wants to be the exception, not give possibilities to other women like an ACTUAL feminist does? She usurps her stepdaughters' claims in favor of her obviously bastard children, and no, betrothing the fpur of them isn't the same. If they die, the girls' claim dies with them, and guess what, exactly that happened.

No, I will not root for the woman who wanted a teenager's head because she was black and because she couldn't cope with the fact that "hEr pRiNcE" didn't love her, only what her title could offer. Or the woman who put a price on a 6yo's and a 2yo's head simply because they were her brother's children, thereby proving what Criston said about what was needed for Jace to raise to power after his mother. She even denied the request of multiple older daughters/sisters who rightfully wanted to lead their houses, with the excuse that the relam would be far too 'imbalanced'. Girl, are you that dense? There's the smallfolk getting eaten and burned and taxes by your dragon and your entire family fighting wars and dying left and right and you think two women ruling their houses will destabilize the realm?

Rhaenyra is many things, but feminist is not among them, no matter how much you cry and whine about it. Yes, I'm aware that no woman in asoiaf or f&b can be described as feminist. But the convinction (and delusion) that Rhaenyra is, without a shadow of doubt, is mindblowing. She's arguably worse than any of said women combined.

No, I don't feel represented or uplifted by a tyrant, classist, racist, hypocritical, spoiled kinslayer with god complex because she's albino and has a pet dragon as spoiled and as useless as her. Sorry not sorry.

#team green #anti team black #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti rhaenyra stans #anti team black stans #anti daemon targaryen #anti anyone from team black except maybe for joffrey #no I'm not counting the Velaryons'#because they ain't Rhaenyra's emotional support #cry about it #and anti Hotd writers cause...#fr? good and bad? on asoiaf?#pro team green #pro alicent hightower

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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My Comfort

Nanami Kento x Reader

Photo Credit: Marilou

(Song Inspiration: Blames on me by Alexander Stewart)

“Kento-kun! Welcome home!” you greeted happily. Nanami sighed. It was another long day at work. He loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves halfway. You walked up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. You looked at his condition. His beige jacket was dirty and slightly torn. Cursed spirits blood was splattered on his clothing. His face was dirty and you noticed a small cut on his face.

“Do I look that bad?” he asked curiously with a raised eyebrow. You giggled and shook your head.

“Go shower, I’ll keep dinner warm,” you said. “I’ll pick out your pajamas too.” Nanami smiled. But once you turned around, he frowned. Today was bad. A young sorcerer was killed. All because he couldn’t make it on time to the scene. He wonders if he’s even worth it as a sorcerer.

The burden grew heavier and heavier. As months passed, you noticed how distant he was becoming. It worried you.

“Kento-kun, I made your favorite,” you said. Nanami nodded as he took his shoes off.

“How was work?” he asked when he entered the kitchen.

“It was good,” you answered. “I might get this promotion.” Nanami couldn’t help but smile. You were perfect. You were the perfect girlfriend. You worked full time at a well known company and worked your ass off to be the best. And outside of work, you always made sure the apartment was clean and dinner was out on the table. You were more than he could ever ask for. He felt that you deserve better. And the thought of it hurt.

“Do-Do I do well?” he asked. You were caught off guard with his question. You wondered what he meant by that question. Since you were quiet for a while, Nanami just sighed and walked past you. However, you held on tightly to his wrist.

“Kento-kun,” you called. He could’ve just ignored you, but he could never ignore you. Even when he was distant, he still can’t bear to spend a second without you. His heart was racing when you gave him a smile. “You never talk to me about work. But I bet you always do the best that you can. I know that you always do your best.” He smiled, spirits feeling a bit uplifted.

“Thank you, darling,” he said. He walked closer to you and cupped your face. He stared at you, the face that he loves to look at. You were beautiful in his eyes. He kissed you passionately. You melted and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. “I love you. I love you so much, darling.”

“I love you too, honey,” you said. The two of you stood there, foreheads resting on each other. “When things go down and when it gets tough, just know that I’m always here cheering you on. Supporting every decision you make.”

“Even…Even if…” The topic of possible death came up every now and then. Both of you hated it. And when it gets brought up, you have a hard time falling asleep at night. Scenarios would constantly play in your mind throughout the night. Nanami would wake up the next morning to see you with tear stains down your cheeks.

“Even if you have to risk your life,” you said as tears formed in your eyes. “I’ll still support your decision even if I don’t like it.” You couldn’t help but cry in his chest. Nanami hugged you tightly. “I missed you. We haven’t spoken like this for a while.” Nanami felt so much guilt. He didn’t mean to do this to you. “I thought—I’m sorry.”

“You wanted to leave me?” he asked.

“It’s-It’s not that but…” Nanami pulled away. He bent down to your height and cupped your face to wipe your tears away. You held his wrists tightly. “God I’m horrible.”

“No,” he said. “You’re perfect. I’m the one that’s horrible. I’m the one who can’t even make it to the scene on time that caused a young sorcerer to die. I’m the one who can’t be strong enough to prevent another young one from massive injuries. I’m the one that’s weak.” You watched tears flow down his eyes. This time, you cupped his face and wiped his tears away. “I thought of the same thing. Because you deserve someone so much better.” You shook your head.

“You’re perfect, Kento,” you said. “You’re not weak. You’re strong. I can never imagine being in your shoes. You come home with your head held up high. You work so hard to become strong. You still come home taking care of me even when I tell you that I’m okay. You deserve more than me.” Nanami pulled you in for a tight hug.

“No, I only need you,” he said softly. “Only you. Tell me that I’m great again.” You smiled.

“You’re not just great, Kento-kun. You are amazing. You are strong. You are brave. You are wonderful.” Your words alone helped Nanami let the tears out that he’s been holding in for months. You couldn’t help but feel the pain that he must be feeling. You hugged him as tight as he held you. You kept him in your arms for as long as he needed it.

“Thank you, darling.”

“Anything for you, Kento-kun.” After a while longer, Nanami pulled away from the hug and gave you soft kisses all over your face.

“You’ll still love me if I stop being a sorcerer again?”

“Silly, I fell in love with you before I knew you were one,” you said with a giggle. The two of you wiped away each other's tears and smiled. “I want you to do the things that make you happy. Things that make you feel complete. Remember, I’m always here to support you. I promise you that.” Nanami nodded.

“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. What do you wanna do?”

“Shower with me and then eat dinner with me. Don’t leave my side for the rest of the evening.”

“And the weekend?” Nanami chuckled. He knew you missed him as much as he missed you.

“For the rest of my life,” he said before giving you another heated kiss.

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dreamingofthewild · 2 months

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I was thinking about the ways in which Astarion & Gale are mirrors to each other.

They both rely on the protagonist. Gale needs help feeding magic to the orb whilst Astarion needs to feed on blood. Both conditions can potentially cause harm to the player character.

Speaking of the protagonist, they are both desperate to gain the trust of the player character and use their respective skills to do so. Whereas Gale tries to make himself useful by using his intelligence and being of service, Astarion attempts to seduce you. Because to the both of them that's the only way they know how.

They are both the only characters who approve of using the tadpoles power.

They are on opposing ends of the morality spectrum but have the potential for change. Gale's desperation to live can cause him to be manipulated into following an evil character. Whereas Astarion can be pushed towards the path of redemption by the way of a good player character who respects his boundaries, autonomy, and doesn't play into doing everything Act 1 Astarion approves of.

They both have scars which are directly related to their abuse.

Both hide their true selves at first. Gale masks his desperation, self-loathing, and past mistakes with polite charm. Astarion uses arrogance and wit to hide his fear and past trauma.

They are both witty and capable of blunt, even cruel, honesty when needed. Gale's is demonstrated more in an evil playthrough. I see it that he always acts as the voice of reason in most cases.

Gale worships a Goddess whereas Astarion was abandoned by all the gods.

Both of their abuse involves coitus in some way. Astarion being forced to use his body to lure victims. Gale, although it is not explicitly stated in the game, intimately worshipped Mystra.

Despite their outward appearances of confidence, both Gale and Astarion harbour deep-seated insecurities and vulnerabilities. They both think that they are not worthy of being loved.

Astarion does not know how to love and Gale only loves deeply.

Gale finds beauty in everything. He is an emotional, highly empathetic, and self-sacrificing person. In contrast to Astarion, who has learnt that empathy and kindness only bring more pain. Who has learnt to give up on kindness and hero's. He thinks the world is a cruel, dark, and unforgiving place. Whereas Gale thinks the world is full of magic.

Gale's unending empathy and moral compass could serve as a stabilizing influence on Astarion's more selfish and morally ambiguous tendencies. Conversely, Astarion's pragmatism and survival instincts could help ground Gale's idealism and prevent him from being too naive or trusting. Their contrasting strengths and weaknesses could complement each other, allowing them to support and uplift one another.

I think they can understand each other and see each other in a way that the other companions can't. Even if they do not end up in a relationship, they are best friends at best.

In a romantic relationship, Gale is a slow burn. He does not care for lying, and I think he sees right through Astarion's theatrics in Act 1 because deep down, they are not unalike. This is why he does not fall for Astarion's attempts to flirt twice. Due to the fact that he was unable to successfully seduce Gale, Astarion acts slightly antagonistically towards him because he sees Gale as a potential threat. I couldn't seduce him. Therefore, why would he want to protect me?

However, Gale continues to protect Astarion anyway. From the Gur, from Araj, from their enemies. Not because he was seduced by Astarion, but because he is fundamentally a good person. Through Gale, he learns that there are truly good people out there.

Astarion is against Gale using the orb in Act 2. Through his brutal honesty, he would be the one to break all the holes in Gale's warped worship of Mystra. He would be the one to catch on and make him see their relationship for what it is and that the god's do not care for mortals. Chosen included. A romanced Astarion would not let Gale ascend to Godhood, especially after being denied ascension himself. And Gale is against Astarion ascending. I think Astarion would also be the only one to recognise it if Gale dissociates during a depressive episode. They both know what it is like to be isolated and condemned to death.

Gale, who would marry his love interest as a Mind Flayer, looks past Astarion's vampirism. He breaks down the walls that Astarion built around himself and gets through to the genuine Astarion. The tiny sliver that is still there desperately seeking redemption and tells him that he is worthy of being loved. He is worthy of a better future.

They do have the potential to draw into each others negative traits and make each other worse. Astarion could push Gale to abandon his carefully maintained moral front, while Gale might try to drag Astarion towards a more empathetic path. And this all depends on the player choices.

The main difference is that Gale's conflicting motivations offer a more nuanced moral struggle for Astarion. While Wyll represents a clear oppositional force (good vs. evil), which can result in redemption or death, Gale straddles the line. His desperation and potential for greater darkness mirror Astarion's own complexities.

Gale and Wyll would be healing for each other and possibly better for each other than Astarion. However, it is the least popular of the three potential pairings.

Both of them are very compelling ships. Enemies to lovers, opposites attract, monster vs. monster hunter is a very popular tropes in fanfiction. The potential for one to act as a catalyst of change for the other, or to potentially destroy them (either in death or corruption) is more interesting to write about than a balanced couple who mirror how most relationships are in real life. Some of the most popular romances have drama (Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, etc).

Astarion and Gale can be redemptive or corruptive. They can transform each other or be each others catalyst's for character development.

They compliment each other in other ways. Astarion needs to reacquaint himself with his body, which involves not having coitus in a while, whereas Gale sees the act as the combining of the body and soul, not just a means of release. Gale falls for what is inside a person, not what is on the outside. But at the same time, he is not the heroic type which Astarion has come to hate. Gale is also not like any of Astarion's victims.

I have read many fanfictions where they both, in character, make each other better. Their intense need for love, validation, and belonging working well together. They can be content with each other. Gale devoting everything to his lover and Astarion who never had anyone care about him before.

They are mirrors of each other, and this is why I like Bloodweave. It is not out of character for either one of them to fall in love with the other one. But it would take time. They are a slow burn. They're not perfect, but life is not all sunshine and roses. We communicate, we learn, and we get better.

To understand the ship, one has to believe that Astarion can be redeemed, albeit only through a good person. Gale is a very complex and forgiving person who chooses to see the good in everyone. Who holds other people tl standards, which he does not himself. They don't hate each other. But they understand each other.

This, to me, is why the ship is popular. Karlach & Wyll and Lae'zel & Shadowheart are also thematic parallels who are shipped together. The nature of fandom is to ship characters who have compelling romances, different dynamics, or maybe just because they like both characters. Each one is valid. However, in BG3, any pairing can be shipped together by nature of the fact that you can play as an origin character and romance another.

Ultimately, when you play the game you are in control of the narrative and how the romance between the character you are playing and your chosen romance partner goes. The companions are complex, flawed, broken, beaten, beautiful people and who are we to say that a character would not react in a certain way in a given situation.

I realise that I am rambling and have strayed off of the topic of Bloodweave specifically and on to ships in general. But I just wanted to explain why I like Bloodweave. I am a Galemancer, and I am not particularly attracted to Astarion, yet I ship him with Gale due to the aforementioned dynamics.

I also ship Gale with Wyll, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel. I think Astarion with Wyll or Karlach is also nice. And I like other ships in the fandom. But it is the sheer complexity and naunce of Bloodweave, which attracts me to it above all else.

#bg3 #bloodweave #This is just my opinion you are allowed to disagree with me #this post is positive please don’t take it the wrong way #I am for multi shipping #You are allowed to ship them or not ship them #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #astarion bg3 #dotw original #Ship: bloodweave #bg3 analysis #Bloodweave discussion

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raisedbythetv89 · 1 month

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I just started watching White Collar for the first time and a realization about most male written and directed media smacked me DIRECTLY in the face which is that SO MUCH media written by a for men is genuinely just male nerd self insert, non-canon compliant, AU fan fiction??????

Like them writing and creating stories is just “ok so these guys are soooo smooth and well dressed and women just flock to them at every turn and they can get away with anything and everyone believes and supports them when they do mess up and everyone thinks they’re sooooo brilliant”

This media isn’t just portraying women “for the male gaze” it’s EVERYTHING. Everything in these stories is supporting and uplifting mens’ delusions about who they are, how they’re perceived, and how they should expect to be treated. Which is incredibly ironic because anytime media portrays women or the world in the female gaze in a more “in my ideal world things would be like this” instead of portraying us as nothing but weak, broken, unloved, traumatized, victims OR one dimensional sex symbols with no needs or emotions they’re screaming, crying, throwing up about how stupid and unrealistic the story is….

This explains SO MUCH about how male characters are handled in shows like Veronica Mars and Buffy. Even though they’re shows staring women all the “good guys” get the delusional self insert, y/n, AU fan fic treatment (Buffy still wants Angel in season 3 and Riley in season 6 even after everything they did and Xander is CONSTANTLY forgiven for all the atrocious shit he says and does and is wanted by all women besides Buffy. Veronica forgiving Duncan and getting back together with him and even CONSIDERING Piz could truly only be born from men being delusional AS FUCK. Writing how they want men to be treated by women rather than being based in reality and the woman having even an ounce of self respect.)

Which is why the “bad boys”, Logan and Spike are such better characters. They’re so much more realistic, they get held accountable by the women in their lives, have better growth and are just way more appealing and attractive because they’re not the walking embodiment of what MEN want men to be treated and act like.

Oh god this feels like such cursed knowledge to have like it’s important to see this media for what it really is but now watching it feels that much yuckier like finding the porn of someone you DO NOT LIKE but like their emotional porn “this is what life would be like in my fantasies” and they’re the fantasies of the grossest men alive 😭😭😭😭😭

Also it shows their emotional maturity like all of these things are what 13 year old boys fantasize about not actual mature, grown men….

Also just realized this is why the Star Wars sequels were so hated. It wasn’t just Rey being powerful and loved by her found family and Kylo. It was that the movies showed the reality of men like Kylo. They destroyed the male fantasy Darth Vader created. They aren’t super cool, powerful badasses. They’re extremely sad, broken, temper tantrum throwing lost little boys who just want love and acceptance but have lost the ability to accept it because of the dark side (aka the patriarchy) which is the reality and that made me SOOOOO ANGRY lololololololol and this is why Joss Whedon THOUGHT making Spike into a sad pathetic mama’s boy of a poet would make the audience not like him because that DOES work on misogynistic men who enjoy the male gaze but does NOT work and only humanizes and makes Spike even more complex and lovable to the female gaze 💀💀💀💀 oh good lord

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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— ♡

with an insecure s/o headcanons

main 3 + butters

— ♡

stan

— doesn’t really understand why you’d be insecure but does his best to comfort you anyways

— all about body worship and hyping you up

— always commenting super sappy stuff on your posts

— “my s/o is quite literally the most perfect person on planet earth & i will die on this hill”

— will gladly lend you his clothes if they’re big on you & you wanna hide your body

— loves loves loves kissing all over all your “flaws” & telling you how much he loves them

— always gets super upset when you talk down on yourself

— “baby no you’re so amazing! why would say that about yourself?”

— feels like you’re dissing him too when you hate on yourself

kyle

— is genuinely so confused

— he’s a logical guy, thinks with facts

— if he doesn’t see something genuinely gross he doesn’t understand where there would be a problem

— gives you the dumbest look ever when you tell him the first time

— “but why though? you’re perfect the way you are.”

— he’s super sweet once he realizes you genuinely don’t like these things about yourself

— then he’s showing you pictures of sculptures of the greek gods

— specifically aphrodite

— “i don’t know why you’d hate yourself when this is the beauty standard for a literal goddess.”

— also lets you wear his clothes because it’s a confidence boost

— and because you look so damn good in them

— consistently telling you how beautiful you are

— doesn’t really know how to help when you’re crying about it but he’ll try his hardest

— also big into body worship bc you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on

kenny

— also doesn’t understand

— he wouldn’t call you pretty if he thought you were ugly so why do you think you’re ugly?

— constantly groping you and showing love to the spots you’re insecure about

— actually cries when you tell him everything you hate about yourself

— “i just don’t understand. you’re so perfect” *sobbing profusely*

— his sweet nothings consist of telling you everything he loves about you

— practically throws himself at you every chance he gets

— wants you to feel desirable and loved every second of every day

— “baby you’re making me weak in the knees right now” “i’m literally just breathing” “exactly you’re so pretty when you breathe 🥹”

— listens to everything you say even tho it hurts him that you feel this way

— doesn’t really know how to give advice but gladly offers a shoulder to cry on and uplifts you every chance he gets

butters

— by far the sweetest

— but also the most savage

— “bitch with an ass like that you better feel perfect”

— “wait but don’t cry i think you’re perfect just like this”

— frantically googles how to make his s/o feel better about themselves

— follows the wikihow article to a t and is surprised when it doesn’t work

— gifts you love letters about how perfect you are

— leaves post it reminders on your mirror to be a little nicer to yourself

— “you cut so much slack for everyone else, why not for yourself?”

— surprisingly gives the most advice of them all

— “pick one thing about yourself to work on loving for this week and i’ll help you”

— he’s so panicked when you’re crying that he just ends up bawling too

— but he still hugs you so that’s a plus

— every time you tell him something you don’t dislike about yourself he gives you his perspective

— his life goal is to make you love yourself as much as he does

#stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #butters stotch x reader #south park x reader

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rinnelovebot · 1 year

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ADONIS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS.. *CLUTCHES MY HEART*

A/N: I’ve been thinking about him a lot recently. dreamy sigh… I’d like to be kissed by him. anyway, sorry these are kind of bland; I’ve been severely writers blocked for about a month now, so I didn’t wanna overwhelm myself just yet.

*ೃ༄ Adonis Otogari relationship hc’s

⤷ Regardless of the situation, Adonis always puts you first, above anything and everything. You’re his priority, and he tends to get tunnel vision when you’re on his mind — romantic and comforting, you admit — though, because of this, you worry that he isn’t taking care of himself like he should. Adonis would never disregard your concerns, so he reassures you however many times you need; His support system (you, his friends) is solid, and he pecks your forehead to make sure that you know he’s alright, and taking good care of himself.

⤷ Adonis has a subtle way of making you terribly weak in the knees; it’s completely unintentional, which seems to make it just that much more impactful. Whether his hand catches your waist when you stumble, or he looks at you with such gentle admiration — you feel like you could fall for him over and over, time and time again… he doesn’t believe that his actions are swoon-worthy, but here you are, melting in his presence.

⤷ His clinginess seems to be extremely prominent when the two of you are alone. Not overbearingly so, of course, but just enough to make a smile dance across the edge of your lips. God, he’s so endearing — you wonder how you got so lucky. In public, he limits himself to loving gazes and a few sweet pecks in order to remain polite; but in private, he allows himself to feel more comfortable, bringing you to rest in his lap, kissing the day away…

⤷ Before you, his relationship experience was precisely zero. So, unsurprisingly, he’s not very (knowingly) keen on romance, but oh man, does it come naturally to him. Adonis feels like a prince out of a fairytale one would read as a child, one who seems to be sickeningly charming. Of course, he doesn’t think so in the slightest, but you know so. He treats you with a gentleness and understanding that you’ve never once come across, one that takes your breath away, and makes your cheeks hotter than the surface of a thousand suns.

⤷ Neither of you would change a single thing about the other. He views himself as inherently flawed, imperfect in the most inconvenient of ways; you can’t even begin to verbalize how wrong he is. It’s humorous, he thinks. Because that’s exactly how he feels about you. Of course, neither of you are perfect — but love is a wonderful thing. It cultivates change, good change. You’re two peas in a pod, and you’ll uplift one another until the end of time.

#marchie scribbles #esworks #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #adonis otogari x reader #adonis otogari

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quotesfromscripture · 1 year

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Consider from this day onward, from the twenty-fourth day of the ninth month. Since the day that the foundation of the LORD's temple was laid, consider: Is the seed yet in the barn? Do the vine, the fig tree, the pomegranate, and the olive tree still yield nothing? From this day on I will bless you.

Haggai 2:18-19 RSV (1971)

#bible verse #words of God #blessings #hunger #famine #the temple #foundations #foundation #food #promises #God uplifts the weak #haggai 2 #revised standard version #questions #time

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izunx · 10 months

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Hii! Can you do a Luck fanfiction where he finds the reader crying? The reader is always cheerful and happy, but is secretly depressed. So he was surprised to see them like this.

LUCK with a depressed s/o

. In which luck finds his precious significant other crying. . word count: 819 . warnings: depression.

✧.* luck x gn reader

Luck doesn't know where you are, which is rare. Usually by any moment right now you'd be in the black bulls lounge area chirping away at whatever antics you've been up to.

He feels funny. That feeling you get where you know just something isn't right and he hates it. He hates feeling this way especially when it's about YOU.

You were always one of the brighter ones of the squad, uplifting people when they were feeling down and discouraged. Now that he thinks of it, he doesn't think he's ever seen you get comforted but at the same time he's never seen you upset.

Is it possible for a person like you to even get upset?

The sobs he was hearing proved him otherwise though. As he walked past the hallways, he heard you. The hallways were dim but through the crack of you slightly open door he could see the bright lights shining through.

Much to his dismay, there you were sprawled out on your bed without a care in the world crying with a tub of sweets by your side.

"I don't have the energy for this Luck!" You threw one of the plushies HE got for you at him. He catches it and just looks at you in confusion. Is this real?

Because what he was seeing on your bed just couldn't be you right? Distressed and letting down all your guard, ultimately showing your tear stained face and horror blood shot eyes. It didn't just stop there either; you were gripping onto the sheets and suffocating your sobs into the pillow.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

You simply gave him a weak frown, "Not that you’d care."

To that he just frowns. Why would you doubt him like that?

"If I didn’t care I’d be a shit boyfriend." He sat down on your bed, encouraging you to begin on letting your feelings out. But you were stubborn.

"Just why would I do that? No one takes me seriously anyways" despite saying that, you sunk your head into his shoulder, grabbing onto his shoulder. "Where did I go wrong in life, Luck?"

The grab on his shoulder became more intense; you were biting your lips harshly and hid your eyes away.

"Everyone else got so lucky with their parents! I’ve grown up miserable with them."

Luck thinks back on it, you’ve never mentioned your parents before. But he doesn’t say anything. He needs to let your feelings out first.

"Not once since I’ve come here have I received a letter from them- after ruining my life they can’t even say sorry now that I’ve done what they’ve wanted and become a magic knight?" Now you’re a mess.

Your hair was sticking onto your face and salty tears streaming down your pretty face.

And Luck just hugged you. Held you close and comforted you whispering sweet nothings into your ear reassuring you.

"Everyone thinks I’m incapable of being sad but God you haven’t seen the worst!" You try and get out of his grasp, still hurt from your past.

"I won’t be taken advantage of again-"

"That’s enough Y/N." Luck held your arms and looked straight into your eyes.

"Every single member in this squad appreciates you more than you think, they adore you. They admire your will to strive and encourage other people and God do I love your stubbornness in our fights. I love everything about you."

You gawked at your boyfriend. He wasn’t done though.

"and lord do I love your smile so don’t let it be sullen with your past because now in the present you’re loved a lot." He gave you one of his smirks and it just made you cry even more.

Not so much sad tears but definitely you felt just a little bit happier.

Luck wasn’t so fortunate himself and he too was on his last straw but being able to fight people stronger than him and have you by his side was enough. He hoped it could be the same for you.

"I just always feel like this Luck and I just don’t know how I’ve managed to fight like this" He again took you in his arms and took in everything.

He understood you were depressed, unhappy with how you yourself was and he heard you out. Sat there the whole night taking in what you were saying.

It’s true at times you weren’t faking that smile, you enjoyed the moments with your boyfriend a lot. You kept all his little trinkets and treasured them.

You were snug holding onto the plushie he bought you on your first date in the city. It was unreal to you. You were loved and you thought it was just surreal. You held the thought close to you and you’ve grown to appreciate that fierce boyfriend of yours.

You can get used to this. Letting your feelings out wasn’t so bad after all.

#anime x reader #black clover x reader #luck x reader #luck voltia #luck x y/n #black clover luck #black clover fanfiction #black clover anime #black clover oneshot #black clover x y/n #luck voltia x reader #luck voltia x y/n

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Hii I was hoping to read something wholesome aemond being on birthing room while helaena giving birth to their children :) and aemond being father for the first time, his thoughts

a/n: gotta take a break from all the nsfw stuff lately lol here's some fluffy helaemond.

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He hated seeing her in pain. He saw the strain in her face to push, the blood in her body making her pale skin redden, and her teeth gritting through her pain. Her white linen night gown stuck to her body, her blond hair matted from the sweat in her scalp. Helaena screams ripped throughout the room, and Aemond did his best to comfort her. Even at the expense of the hand she gripped with all her strength.

"Just one more, Helaena," his mother said, putting a damp cold cloth on her forehead. "Just one more, my sweet."

He stayed silent, like he normally did, and watched as Helaena gave one more push. In seconds, the next squalling Targaryen came into the world. Helaena breathed in relief, her body slumping against the bed pillows as her job was finally done. The three of them looked at the maester lifted up the second half of a pair of twins: a baby girl with light blue eyes.

Eyes much more like his than Aegon's.

He handed the child to Helaena, who cradled the girl in her arms carefully. Nearby, a wet nurse held the first of the two, a boy. Helaena looked over at him with tired eyes and a weak smile; the baby in her arms continued to scream as the pair shared a gaze. She looked beautiful like this. She was always beautiful. For the millionth time in his life, Aemond cursed the gods for making him the second son, instead of the first. Perhaps then, he'd be Helaena's husband in truth and not behind curtains and in stairwells. She smiled at him when he pecked her wet forehead.

"What should we name them?" she asked him, almost as if her mother were not in the room.

"Jaeheryes," he said, having thought of the name months ago, "After the Old King."

"And Jaehera," she added, looking back to their daughter.

Their son. Their daughter. Nobody will ever know, since neither of them said anything out loud, but they did. The thought of being a father felt so strange, yet so uplifting. He walked over to where Jaeheryes laid, swaddled in his new blanket, and held him. His son. He wanted to go outside the doors, and announce his boy's birth to the world. He'd climb the tallest towers and scream the news to anyone who'd listen. Aemond almost had trouble believing he could make something so precious, something so innocent and beautiful. Jaeheryes reached out his little hand in a grabbing motion, and Aemond offered his finger. When he grabbed it, Aemond almost cried.

"Someone must tell Aegon," his mother said, but Aemond didn't hear her at first. He'd been busy putting every detail of his son's face to memory; catching the tiny similarities he could already pick out. "Aemond, go to your brother."

"Yes, Mother."

Reluctantly, he handed Jaeheryes back to the wet nurse, and kissed the top of Jaehera's head before leaving the room. Aegon is no doubt drowning in cups of wine or sleeping off his hangover in his chambers. Aemond preferred to not have to deal with his brother right then. His mind went back to the children Helaena had given him. He already pictured a future with them: reading to them at night, playing with them, watching Helaena sing them or craft pillows for their cradles. He'd already picked out dragon eggs to put in their cradles. They'd be strong riders like him and Helaena. They were true blood of the dragon, made with the fiery passion he and Helaena shared. Aegon had nothing to do with it. He never cared for Helaena, even as children. He had. He always had. She'd gone through hours of agony to bring them into the world, and Aemond did not want to bring her husband to the birthing room.

They were his children anyways.

#aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaemond #helaemond fluff #aemond x helaena #helaena x aemond #house of the dragon #hotd drabbles #hotd fanfiction #hotd imagines #hotd fluff

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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guilty pleasure pt. 1

Pairing: Jihoon x gn!reader x Mingyu

Genre: smut, some plot

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: mostly Jihoon pov, heavy pining, male masturbation

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: HI! I am not sorry for posting this right after the Dino ask. welcome back to bitchlessdino where nana is a mess always. today i bring you to one of my favorite seventeen dynamics. i am obsessed by how mingyuzi are together all the time and i feel like not enough people talk about it. this is a short little bit that builds up to a bigger thing and tags will be according the specific part so keep that in mind.

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tagging : @multi-kpop-fanfics @hoshistar96 @dinosbestie @aceofvernons

Jihoon wasn’t stupid, he had eyes. You were absolutely breathtaking and it took every fiber in his body to knock some sense back into him. His attraction to you was unparalleled to anything he had ever felt before, and he felt weak coming to terms with that. Not only were you physically the embodiment of sex and pure charisma, you reeled of class and genuine that he didn’t find in other people. Your setback, however, was the fact you had to be preoccupied, by his roommate nonetheless.

Mingyu was lucky beyond measure. How he came across you remained a mystery. All Jihoon knew was that out of everyone he’s ever met, you had this quality about you that drew him like a moth to a flame. Your face, your body, your voice.

God, your voice was absolutely electrifying. How these thin walls would talk and how Jihoon would listen, he could write sonnets of how absolutely wretched you made him with the delicious noise you emitted. He was starting believe he never experienced a sexual awakening until you walked right out of Mingyu’s door or moaned as loudly and boldly through the wall where Jihoon slumbered on the other side.

Although all this is true, Mingyu wasn’t the type to keep someone around like he did you.

As far as Jihoon knew, Mingyu’s lust was endless and didn’t limit any single person. As he recalled, several types of people take the walk of shame leaving the same door only to never be the same face. It was stranger after stranger with no repeats. Then again, here you were sleeping over in his shared living space for the umpteenth time. You stuck out in that giant t-shirt, thanks to Mingyu, prancing around the common area in no visible bottoms. Your smile, like a ray of light, energizes his tired mind as you pull out a mug for your serving of coffee.

“Morning, Hoon! When did you get home last night?”

He never once left the apartment complex.

Coughing, he scratches the back of his neck in discomfort. “I actually worked from home today.”

“Oh. Shit. I hope we weren’t bothering you or something. Were we loud?”

Very.

“I had my headphones in. They were noise canceling, so you’re all good.” He nods reassuringly.

“Aw well, good,” the coffee bitter, but uplifting, on your tongue, you finally start to feel alive, “Any plans today or were you gonna stay home?”

Jihoon knew why you had to ask. You were wondering whether the apartment would be free later for you and Mingyu to continue what you were doing last night, without Jihoon being a big cock block in the way, not that it stopped them before. The man simply sighs and munches on his cereal mundanely, shrugging. “I could give you guys some privacy this afternoon.”

“Oh, that's not why I asked,” you professed in a panic, “I was wondering if you wanted to join us today.”

Jihoon had to pause. “Join you?”

All kinds of thoughts ran through his head like venom, trickling into every wrinkle of his brain. Whatever group activity you had planned could only be deduced to one thing for Jihoon at the moment, and it had his blood pumping. The idea of having Mingyu be in the same room was repulsive, probably because he knows where Mingyu has been, but that look in your eyes was more than enough to convince him. And he admits even if it was for a moment, he’d take that chance.

“We were gonna grab lunch at the bear cavern and the pasta they have there is to die for. I thought you’d really enjoy it.”

Not exactly what he expected. In retrospect, this made more sense. “Uh, sure. I guess.”

“Great! Oh, and I started listening to your Spotify playlist and added it to my account. Your selection is so good. I had no idea your taste in music was so sexy,” you playfully nudge with a wink.

His throat runs dry. Even if you were just complimenting his taste in music, hearing the word roll off your tongue so smoothly was enough to burn his ears and cue the butterflies. He handles the edge of the counter with a hard grip, calming himself down the best he could. “T-thanks. I was gonna add some more finds later tonight.”

You finish your mug and clean up the remaining inside the sink, “Can’t wait.”

Jihoon understood his predicament all too well. If he could, he’d make every opportunity to have you gasp his name, have you begging to have him fuck you in every corner of the room, have him the only person on your mind. However, he knew his setbacks, his limitations, and last, but not least, where his loyalty lies.

As irritating as Mingyu can be, he’s his roommate and pretty much his best friend at the end of the day. Having a friendship like this was one in thousands. Yes, the man stood 6 foot three inches, despite being younger, and yes he sometimes uses this knowledge as leverage to occasionally poke fun at Jihoon who was of a decent height. He was so much of what Jihoon isn’t , but despite all that, he knew he could never betray his friend on any level.

His patience was tested that day when the group lunch commenced. You, of course, sat beside Mingyu, having the other roommate to witness every little private intimate gesture made in front of him. Mingyu, love stricken as can be, played with your fingers like a child amused by the simplest of things, his voice hitting the highest of pitches when you made him laugh, and the never-ending gaze he had in your direction.

Jihoon could feel his guilt boiling over and feared it spilling over to the surface, risking his friendship. He refrained from too many glances.

“Good right?”

Jihoon picks apart his food, putting on a show by stuffing a fork full of pasta in his mouth. He makes a sound of approval, nodding. You proudly grin, and go on with your meal. Mingyu on the other hand sees his friend with his mouth so full, reaching over with a napkin to dab his roommates face. “Ah, Jihoon. Chew thoroughly please, we can’t have you choking.”

Jihoon swats his hands away, wiping his face himself in defense. “I got it. Keep your hands to yourself.”

The pretty boy pouts but is immediately distracted by the person beside him pulling his arm, complimenting how cute he gets when he’s considerate. It was then at that moment, an employee made a poor lapse of judgment and had a pitcher of lemonade spill all over you. You were taken by surprise, unable to predict that from a mile away, and stepped away from your seat to let the ice fall from your lap and let everyone see the soaked mess you became in a matter of seconds.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

“You better be sorry, how could you be so careless?!”

Before Jihoon could stop himself, his voice bounced off the walls of the restaurant furious at the reckless waiter, having never had his voice resonate that loud before at a stranger. You pull him aside, ensuring him it was a simple mistake and you were fine, but Jihoon was doubtful.

“Are you sure? you’re really wet.”

Yeah, he heard it.

“I just need a change of clothes, if you have any.”

“There should be a clean set in my car in my gym bag, that ok?”

“Perfect,” you nod.

You turn to Mingyu briefly to let him know that you’d follow Jihoon back to change and Mingyu paid it no mind. As you follow him back to the car, you embrace your damp body, seeking out the sun to warm up and watch Jihoon open up the car truck to take out a clean shirt for you to change into. He gives it a good sniff before handing it to you, immediately regretting his actions. “Hopefully it smells clean enough.”

You giggle, “This will do just fine.”

You take a sniff yourself and relaxed at how surprising and pleasant its scent was. “Mmh, smells good to me. I’ll go change in the back seat.”

He unlocks his car to give your space and you crawl inside, closing the door behind you. Jihoon flushes a deep red knowing you’d be topless in the car where his back faced, so he took some deep steady breaths. Attempting to stray away from non-platonic thoughts like the underwear you wore or how soft your skin probably was under your clothes. Anything that could get him in trouble.

He was not proud of what he did that night. When he finally got the shirt back after all day of you bathing your scent in it, he couldn’t look at it the same. So, he did what any man blinded by lust could do: he masturbated. However, it wasn’t going to be any normal chain yanking, the shirt had to be involved.

Flat against the mattress, in a singular tank top, he holds his borrowed shirt in his left hand and his throbbing erection in the right. He strategically places the shirt on his face, panting like a dog as he takes control. Your perfume that ligers, a slight sweat build up, and even the bit of soda residue spill on your skin, he absorbed it all. He pictures your face in his mind. Beautiful, yet sultry, dying to have his angry cock inside you.

He whispers to himself your name, letting his delusions run wild and imagine you do the same for him. He flicks his wrist hard, the fabric of his abused shirt heaving up and down from his breath. His knees arching up in the bed, hips jutting upward, thrusting into nothing until he cums, guilty large streams of ivory heating up the large patch of his bare stomach, then the deafening silence. Simply his breathing and shame was left behind.

He had been lucky neither of the Mingyu nor you had caught him in such a weak state. He would never live to see the next day.

“I’m so fucked.”

#Jihoon smut #woozi smut #Mingyu smut #seventeen smut #Mingyu #woozi #seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #Mingyu x reader #Kim Mingyu #lee Jihoon #lee woozi #seventeen woozi #seventeen Mingyu #seventeen

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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An extremely, extremely short Pt 2 of ‘devil in the basement’ cuz like three of you ( @mess-in-side @layla2-49 @rebecca-jammy ) wanted it. @mm2305 @dinonuggett @murnsondock @blossomedfloweroflove @kuchokitty @lex-the-flex

“just promise me one thing will you?” Morpheus stared you down, waiting for the worst to leave you lips as you pray to him to grant you any wish imaginable, “make sure to put the fear of god in Roderick for me when you come back for vengeance.” With that you snuck out a vase from behind your back, rearing your arm as you used all the force you could muster to shattered the glass that was the only thing hold the dream lord back from exulting his wrath.

While he couldn’t get the revenge he desperately wanted to exact on Roderick Burgess, Morpheus did however got to do so through his cowardly next of kin, Alex Burgess, who by the time was already as fragile and as weak as his father was if not more so, by cursing him with eternal slumber as punishment for his hand in his imprisonment. That didn’t feel as satisfying as the dream lord would’ve wished it to be but as long as there was someone related to the original perpetrator to exact revenge on that’s all mattered to him.

However he found his thoughts wandering back to you, to the vase tightly grasped in your hand, then finally to the sound of shattered glass of his prison finally falling. He tried to steer himself away from something he’d someday know would be inevitable to avoid as he prepared himself to take to the waking realm in search for his sand that was said to last be in the possession of one Johanna Constantine. Leaving the responsibilities of the dreaming to Lucienne once more in it’s fragile state, not learning his lesson from his last trip away from the dreaming; if his plan to retrieve his sand, ruby and helm goes wrong then there was no telling what would happen to his realm thereafter. After all it wasn’t strong enough to withstand another blow on par to his disappearance.

Yet as hard as he might try to keep track on his task at hand of retaining his tools and ruling the dreaming once more under his unchanging law; he was conflicted on how to feel about you saving him, being his key of freedom and all that found himself speaking before his mind could catch up to him asking Lucienne about what has become of you. Lucienne traversed bookshelf after bookshelf before stoping at a volume that has your name scrawled across in gold and pulling it out and flicking to it’s most recent page. “After quitting their job at the Burgess manor, Y/n L/n later came across one a Johanna Constantine at a bar where they both proceeded to accidentally exorcise a demon that had been possessing the barkeep for weeks unaware.” She summarised for Morpheus before closing the book and placing it back where it belonged with care. “I believe they’re working together now, so this shouldn’t be a problem for you Lord Morpheus.”

The dream lord didn’t know why he asked about you but to hear that you were away from that dreaded place and now within the company of his next mission felt nothing short of a coincidence to him. Had fate tied you to him that day? He would wonder to himself as he stared up at the stained glass windows staring down at him in judgment. If the fate had brought you to him that day as a form of mercy for his predicament then he didn’t want it, he was already wounded enough for one lifetime to be reminded of it constantly by those who didn’t know the full extent of his suffering. It felt humiliating as it did scaring.

“Not a problem at all.” Is all he responds with before exiting the library in all his dramatic flair, the back of his coat trailing behind him as though uplifted by magic. Morpheus’s thoughts raced within his head as he strides, feelings conflicted arose when he questioned of the star of your well-being ever since freeing him as he found himself trying to find you within the dreaming but couldn’t no matter how hard he tried nor how he searched within the very corners of his realm for your dreams only to find nothing as though you didn’t exists. Which wasn’t correct as your book was in his library, Lucienne read him a passage right to his face and everything! So what could’ve taken place during that time…the dream lord stopped in his steps when he came to the realisation that he was prioritising you a little too highly for his own liking when in reality he should be prioritising his tools above all else for the sake of his realm, his people; Not some random human who showed him kindness and freed him from his imprisonment without asking for anything short of exacting his revenge on those who acted in accordance to Roderick in return.

However you somehow invaded his mind like a parasite that refused to leave quietly. “Gods, what have I gotten myself into now.” He muttered quietly to himself as not to arise prying ears, hoping to some miracle that this would be nothing short of a passing thought of curiosity and nothing more deeper then that. He nor his realm hasn’t got the time for such emotions that he inexplicably started feeling the moment your eyes met his own. He was an endless and you a mortal, it would’ve ended about as nicely as a Greek tragedy. Not only didn’t he have tools to retrieve but he also still had a renegade nightmare loose within the waking realm, slaughtering innocence for his own agenda to deal with swiftly; so no he didn’t have the time to deal with you or Johanna but you were both pivotal parts to leading him to his tools.

#the sandman fic #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x you #the sandman imagine #the sandman imagines #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagines #dream of the endless x you #morpheus fic #morpheus imagine #morpheus imagines #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader

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valmare · 3 months

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a silly little update....

hi tumblr people!

as many are aware, i'm in the process of writing two different celebrations: my birthday celly, and my slutty 400 followers. i still have over thirty requests to fill, and it's taking a lot longer than expected. for reasons.

first, weather here in Minnesota has been killer with sub zero temps. and having horses means constant barn care and animal welfare, on top of juggling a full time job.

not only that, i struggle-bussed through a mild case of COVID at the beginning of January that knocked me on my tush, and in the aftermath, i have some weird thing called post viral respiratory inflammation where my bronchial tubes are so inflamed that it triggers pneumonia-like coughing spells, and because of the incessant coughing, cannot heal properly. steroids are kicking me butt.

also on top of all of that, i am prioritizing my health. i've been hiking an hour a day (all through December, before January!) and i'm teaching myself how to lift weights and enjoy exercise for the first time in my life. with this comes the nutrition battle and understanding my body (turns out my body does not like dairy, at all). the beginning is a little overwhelming, and it demands a lot of brain power and focus.

but the biggest factor in these slow updates is that right now i am currently seeking the Lord about a lot of things in my life, a lot of life decisions through fasting, intercession, and worship. if anyone is familiar with fasting, it is excruciating. i am doing fluids only, aside from the little food i have to consume for my medication, and it's difficult. i write this from day 2 and i'm weak, tired, hungry, but uplifted. getting back on track with God and spirituality is something i've felt called to do for a few weeks, just haven't bit the bullet. but now i am.

all this to say, updates are taking awhile. for good reasons. i promise i have not forgotten and will get to them.

in the meantime, check out my masterlist here, there's a lot of fun. at least to me.

i think i have the best followers and mutuals of anyone out there and i am so uplifted, encouraged, and touched by every interaction i get. this silly little blog makes me so happy and brings me so much joy when i need it.

i know it seems like i'm in the weeds and shadows, but i promise i'm here. loving all things Val and Top Gun, because of course i am.

ya'll have my love and thanks. always. <3

xoxo,

mare

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borderlinebelle · 1 year

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Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me the honor to present to you,

1. The Situationship 👀

2. Breaking the 3rd Wall: tumblr advertisements (zee blaze)

3. I am soft. Pls be nice.

a modern day haiku

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🤡🤐😮‍💨🥴😐

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Hear more about this and all the sordid details of my daily ugly American lower lowest middle class life on my live stream in hell -absolute tumblr live shitshack. On tumblr live yeah. i said it. Hear me out? It’s an ad for tumblr live. It’s a makeshift made with my own two tiny hands advertisement. That’s what blaze is. It’s lame ass adz because I would like for people to see my content and to maybe join ME sometime on LIVE content. Streaming is a real thing on other sites. Like damn the staff are not going to keep tumblr live for ME so can I just .. it’s so nice to meet mutuals VIA VIDEO CHAT!!!! AND MAYBE ITS CRINGEY AND HIDEOUS BUT GOD WE HAVE BECOME SO CYNICAL AND MEAN ON TUMBLR. Remember letting other people literally just have a good time and vibe and uplift each other? So yeah I paid .. maybe Iike 50$ to blaze this. I did it. And I literally live paycheck to paycheck. JUST to reach this across the intergalactic highway of tumblr to say,

Hi. Please check out my blog. I am a writer, a photographer, a character, a live streamer.

and yeah maybe tumblr live is the WORST place to start a career streaming because we hate EVERY SINGLE CHANGE TUMBLR HAS MADE OVER THE LAST … 15 years I’ve been here 😏 it’s good for us to collectively hate tumblr and I do but I also LOVE it here. Tumblr has always = home for me. Sooooo here’s my little shit blog. Please watch my live streams or not that’s cool too. Please like or reblog this. Maybe Venmo me $1 so so I can pay back what I spent on this ad AND not fail at capitalism and die in the gutter. It is black history month and you KNOW 🤧 it is not easy to get our content pushed on other platforms. Venmo @tinybelleoleary🤭🤷🏽‍♀️

This is so so long idk are long post texts 100% dead can we revive that form of content consumption?

Pls if you hate this just keep scrolling.. like ripping apart strangers who are oppressed in the same systems you are online, often anonymously, is so wicked cool and just jazzle dazzle me with vicious visceral words to “get your point across” but i actually cry wicked easily and I’m not a strong black woman .. I’m the other kind, the soft tiny frail weak one. My home is so delicate you’d cry in soft pink blankets and fuzzy slippers. Pass me by pls. Thx.

I also want to bring back .. magazines? But maybe biodegradable? Idk let me workshop it.

I’ll be unboxing tumblr merch I bought while manic and unable to sleep the other night… 🤧🤫🤷🏽‍♀️🤭 Will I make the rent? Maybe but I’m doing my best. Thx.

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