#sometimes i really want to leave this country

[withleeknow]

Hello! I really love your stories. Could I be the 🥐 anon? A little reference to my country 😆. Anyway, I wanted to ask for a story for the milestone event, with Han jisung and the prompt : "so...can we go eat".

Thank you so much and have an amazing day!

of sleepy promises and indigo skies.

note: welcome to the household 🥐 <3 i hope you enjoy your stay here and this drabble as well. hehehee. this is a short one but i enjoyed writing it ♡

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jisung is in the middle of counting your eyelashes when his stomach growls, sounding like a nightmare monster against the backdrop of peaceful silence in your shared bedroom.

he winces internally because it's loud enough that you stir awake, making your eyes blink confusedly at your surroundings. it was still light out when you fell asleep earlier, but now the sun is almost gone, leaving behind an indigo sky in its wake that you can see from your window.

your voice is groggy when you ask, "what time is it?"

"seven fifteen? seven thirty?" he tells you uncertainly, before reaching for his phone on the bedside table to confirm his answer. "yeah, seven thirty."

"why didn't you wake me?"

in all honesty, jisung did want to wake you. you had plans to go to dinner together - try out the new fried chicken place that opened two weeks ago, that's what you'd promised him. what was supposed to be a half an hour nap turned into two hours because he didn't have the heart to disturb you, despite the way his stomach was protesting for some food to satiate its hunger.

ultimately, he settled on watching you sleep, smiling to himself every time your lips parted as you lightly snored.

"you looked too cute while you were sleeping." jisung brushes his fingers over your hair while you clasp a hand over your mouth to cover a yawn, before stretching your limbs to wring out the day's fatigue.

"corny," you comment, though you do try to shuffle closer to him, a smile tugging at your lips when he takes you into his arms and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"you love it when i'm corny."

"unfortunately, i do."

"unfortunately?" he repeats, an edge of playful disbelief coloring his voice. "what is that supposed to mean?"

"it means you can be such a cheeseball sometimes, but you're my cheeseball and i kinda love you. i guess."

jisung gasps, like he's so offended by your words. the sound is quickly followed by a lighthearted laugh, the vibration of which you can feel where your chests are pressed together. he's endeared by you, incredibly so. maybe it's the way you said it with a sleepy look in your eyes that almost make them seem dreamy. maybe it's the way you relax completely in his arms like he's the safest place you know. or maybe, it's just the simple fact that you called him yours and that you (kinda) love him.

his warm lips find their way to theirs, meeting you in a soft kiss that has you both smiling like idiots afterward.

though, of course, the nightmare monster in his stomach just has to make another appearance and ruin the moment.

he locks onto your teasing gaze with a sheepish look of his own.

"so... can we go eat?"

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 29.05.2024]

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being an Avenger with a low social battery

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Can I have the avengers with a reader who has a really bad social battery. Like they can be out in public and then they just disappear and are like “nah I’m done with these mofo’s””

the avengers are quite the rowdy bunch

but you always as excitable as them

these guys were often in the public eye, always being asked all sorts of questions

but you just couldnt handle it a lot of the time

"y/n, can i get a picture with you? you're my hero!" -fan

"uh...yeah, sure. big smile!" -you, completely exhausted

you tried to be nice and not obvious that you were drained but boy was it hard

especially when tony threw his parties

you'd typically sit in the corner with a drink and try to make it through the night

but there were always some guests who were just dying to come talk to you

"hey! why are you hiding over here, there's a party going on! come, have some fun!" -clueless party guest

"oh, i'm okay over here, thank you" -you

"i'll keep you some company, then. why don't you tell me a story of one of your avenger missions"

some people just could not take the hint

but the avengers usually knew when you'd had enough

"wanna get out of here?" -nat

"please." -you

you'd recharge alone whenever you escaped the madness

dont even get me started on the news

they would do anything to get an interview with you

"y/n! could you comment on the recent events in [country] that you accompanied the avengers in?" -reporter

"we were there, we saved the day" -you, obviously exhausted

"is that all you have to say?" -reporter

"hey! don't you want to hear what i have to say? huh?" -tony

"thanks, tony" -you

"no problem, kiddo" -tony

wanda got it

you liked spending time with her because she liked to be calm and alone sometimes too

you'd read or watch tv or listen to music together in silence for hours

it was nice

it was funny because sometimes the team would all be socializing and then bam

"hey, where's y/n?" -steve

"i think they tapped out" -clint

"oh. i'll go check on them" -steve

"no, just leave them alone, they'll be back" -tony

after a lot of missions you'd just wait for the avengers on the quinjet while they spoke to authorities or SHIELD or whoever

"just forward me the mission report, i'll fill it out" -you

everyone just kinda let you do your thing

which worked out just fine for you

it drove fury crazy back in the day

"just why are we giving y/n special treatment? what? they're tired?" -fury

"i didn't say that, i said they were over your shit" -tony

"you better not have said that, i'll give you one last chance" -fury

and that is just another reason you were depleted

some days were better than others, and sometimes you could keep up! but once your battery died, that was it

"'social battery,' you say? any way i could be of assistance? maybe a small jolt from mjolnir to charge it back up?" -thor

"oh, no, just a figure of speech, no need for...that" -you

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[iamirish]

"Promise?" Joost Klein x fem!reader

A/n: okay I know I said I was going to be writing part two of the other story but I got sidetracked and wrote this instead. Don't worry, there will still be a part 2 of the other one some time this week though!! Also I didn't properly proof read this so sorry if its shit 😭 (also schat means like babe in Dutch)

Context: Just for this specific story Joost is 22 and your 21. This is like when he had that black and white clown makeup on and he looked so good 😻

Warnings: kissing, cursing and nothing else!!

I pulled up to the sketchy looking building with my car packed full of makeup supplies. I was hired to do some performers makeup, apparently he's quite big but they didn't tell me his name. I went over to the back door I was instructed to go to in the message they sent me, and knocked on it. A small women opened the door. She was holding a clipboard and seemed quite tense. I gave her a small smile as I said "Hi! Um I'm here for makeup?" She looked at me and then in a monotone voice said "yeah okay, go down that corridor, second door on the left". Even though I thought she was rude I nodded and thanked her before setting off down the hallway. When I reached the door I tapped on it again and said "makeup!". I waited for a moment before I heard a deep voice with a Dutch accent shout "come in!".

I walked in and as soon as I saw him I froze. It was my ex boyfriend from high school, Joost. I should've known as soon as I heard that voice. He was looking down at his phone, sitting in the makeup chair when he turned to look at me. A smirk spread across his face as he said in a snarky tone "Well look at who it is. Did you miss me y/n. Its only been hmmm let's see...5 years since we last met". I rolled my eyes before saying "Oh get over yourself already, you're just as cocky and arrogant as you were back then I see". I wanted nothing more than to just walk out of there and leave, but I really needed this money right now.

As he sat in the chair I began to paint his face completely white. It was awkward, and I felt a need to break the silence so I said in a low voice "so, after all these years your dream of being a music artist really came true, huh?". He laughed softly a little before he shrugged and said "I guess so.....". He then jokingly said in a stupid, cocky voice "I'm just too cool and famous to talk to you now". As he joked, he quickly turned his head away and held his hand up. When he pulled up his hand he accidentally hit the makeup sponge covered in white face paint and it smudged across my cheek and on the bottom corner of my lips. He looked at me and then we both burst out laughing.

He then turned to look at me as I sat close and directly in front of him. He studied my face a bit more intently before lifting up my chin with his fingers and wiping the paint off my lips with his thumb. As he just about finished wiping it off he said "and...there..its gone now". I turned away as I felt my cheeks flush red with embarrassment before I turned back to him and quietly said "thanks....".

I thought it was strange. I had only remembered Joost as this arrogant douche bag, but I forgot that in small intimate moments he could be so sweet. Joost and I had dated for just over a year in high school. I had come to The Netherlands as an exchange student and I immediately took to the cute blond guy in the year above me. Sure he was a dickhead sometimes, but he really was just a sweetheart deep down. I broke up with him after an argument we had over something so stupid I can't even remember now. The next week I moved back to my home country and we never spoke again. Even though the relationship didn't last that long, I always thought of Joost and it seems that he thought of me too after all those years.

After I finished his white facepaint, I began to do the black paint around his eyes. I tried to do the details but I just couldn't get it right in this position. I then instructed him to go and sit on the sofa and lean his head back as I kneeled on the cushion beside him. I still just couldn't get it right. I kept awkwardly leaning over him trying to get it right before he got fed up and said in a cocky tone with a smirk "Oh come on, don't be shy sweetheart, just sit on my lap. It's nothing you haven't done before". I rolled my eyes and reluctantly gave in as I said "fine" in a frustrated tone. I put one knee either side of his legs as I pulled his chin down and finally got the details of the eye makeup right. He chuckled a little to himself as I held his chin and finished up the final parts of the look. As I had a focused look on my face I said to him "what's so funny?". He grinned as he opened his eyes to look at me and said "You're acting as if you aren't enjoying this right now schat". I blushed brightly again. I hated how well he knew me. I said in a small, annoyed voice "Oh shut up....".

When I had finally finished I dabbed his face one more time before leaning back to admire my work. I then said to him "okay your all done! Youre on stage in like 15 minutes now anyway". He thanked me before I began to get up off his lap. I then felt his hand grab my waist as he said in a desperate almost pleading tone "wait....please just stay for another minute....". I tried to leave but I just couldn't resist those puppy eyes he gave me. I then locked eyes with him as I said "okay...I'll wait..". Tension lingered in the air for a moment before I thought to myself "fuck it". I then cupped his face with one hand as I leaned in a softly yet passionately kissed him. My other hand gently tugged on the back of his hair as he had a comforting grip on my waist. After a few moments I pulled away and took a breath. We both looked at eachother before laughing. Neither of us could never be serious. I then sighed and said "okay you've really got to go now Joost". He groaned before softly saying "fine...but just promise me one thing. Please don't leave again. I thought about you everyday for those years you were gone. I can't lose you again....". I smiled gently at him before saying in a gentle tone "okay...I promise...". I kissed him on the cheek one last time before signalling to him that he had to go. As he got up to leave I noticed that my red lipstick had left stains on his lips and cheek. "Shit! Do you want me to quickly fix it?" I nervously asked. He laughed as he smirked at me and said "nah I like it".

A/n: omg this is probably the longest one I've written yet wow. Also if anyone wants to be tagged in part two of the other story when I write it lmk!! 🫶

#joost #joost klein #joost klein fanfiction #joost klein x reader #free joost #justice for joost #eurovision #makeup #hes so cute #oh wow #joost x reader

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Just finished rereading Scipio Africanus: Rome's Greatest General by Richard Gabriel. Excellent book, organized and easy to follow even for non-military nerds like me.

Gabriel's account of Scipio is generally very positive. At times the "strategic justifications" he offers for why Scipio did something brutal (like sacking New Carthage) sound rather heartless. However, he also doesn't hesitate to criticize what he considers Scipio's tactical mistakes, and he critiques anecdotes from the classical sources that he thinks were added to make Scipio look better.

So, I don't think Gabriel intends to glorify or make excuses for war, cruelty and imperialism. He is a military historian, and strategy, tactics and logistics are the focus of this book, not morality. There's a couple "War is bad" disclaimers at the beginning and end, so I assume Gabriel doesn't want to patronize his audience (or annoy himself) by reminding us of that every chapter.

I try to be charitable to authors who've clearly done their research and are trying to be accurate, and Gabriel does both. I don't always agree with his conclusions, but I can see his line of reasoning for them. I really liked his breakdown of different aspects of generalship: strategy, tactics, logistics, personal leadership, political skill, and taking the human cost of war into account. He also regularly acknowledges luck and circumstantial factors outside a general's control. I think this would be a useful framework for comparing commanders' skills.

Speaking of comparison - I think he's a little too hard on Fabius Maximus, that he overlooks Marcellus, and he's oddly dismissive of Caesar's tactical ability. (Alesia, anyone?) I do agree with his assessment that Caesar made big strategic errors, had very uneven logistics, and put personal glory ahead of what was right for his country. Caesar was an adaptable risk-taker, who sometimes lost but could usually tilt the odds in his favor first. Scipio was far more methodical and looked far ahead. He never lost a battle that we know of, despite fighting more organized and disciplined opponents than Caesar's.

I respect Scipio more than Caesar. Whereas Caesar invaded his own country to advance his career, Scipio always obeyed the rule of law, and ultimately chose to leave politics rather than keep slugging it out with Cato the Elder. Caesar deliberately exacerbated the Gallic War and invaded Britain on his own initiative, killing a million people in the process; Scipio never actively started a war, nor pursued it for his own sake instead of Rome's security.

Scipio's campaigns did massively expand Roman imperialism, don't get me wrong. I think Gabriel would agree that Scipio's campaigns came at the cost of Spanish and Greek liberty, and set the stage for many of Rome's later wars. But there's "imperialist" and then there's "chopping off your prisoners' hands and abandoning the mutilated men to terrorize Gaul into obedience," as Caesar did. Scipio's track record, while far from perfect, usually didn't massacre or enslave civilians.

Anyway. Interesting book, and good for anyone who wants to learn more about the Punic Wars or ancient warfare.

#jlrrt reads #scipio africanus #scipio africanus: rome's greatest general #richard gabriel #book review #book rec

[system-of-cells-interlinked]

my beloved beautiful city (derogatory), my horrendous hostile place (affectionate).

forgive them (or don't), they don't understand you like I do.

#q #i was in the subway and I just heard someone criticizing MY CITY and i'm having a moment here #no one can hate on this city except for those who also hate it (affectionate) #sometimes i really want to leave this country #and I probably will if given the opportunity - still might work towards that actually once things settle more #in many many ways that would be the most logical thing to do you know; if i can get all things right #but that will also mean leaving this city #and oh my god i would miss this place #with all its imperfections (and there are many) #and the chaos (but i guess i always loved the chaos in a way) #i don't like my place of birth that much #and i've loved this city since i can ever remember being here for the first time #it used to be a highlight of my childhood to come here #i'm glad i could be here often back then; once a month at least #and i didn't know many places; that's true; but i've always known it was and is my favorite place in the whole world #and then i never wanted to live anywhere else #and i'm so very grateful that everything worked towards me coming here like i've always wanted to #also FUCK real estate speculation for sometimes trying to chase me away from here. I WON'T GO AWAY; not because of that #it has always been a place where i felt safe (in a weird way; and absolutely not in a physical sense lol because it's not safe at all) #and more than that it's a city where i've always felt i belonged to and could relate to #anyway this is a love letter to this place. #obviously where i was born and grew up is very relevant in my formative years #but i feel like i really... well... became who i am today in this city. #and i thank it for all the walks i had and the cloudy days and even the scorching hot days and even the fucking slow moving traffic #god. i'm fucking romaticizing hot weather and slow moving traffic of all things now. wtf is wrong with me #and i thank it for all it taught me - how to be street smart; and ironic as it is; how to be more compassionate; how to handle differences #i've always moved houses a lot and i still kind of do. home was never one specific house for me #home; i think; will always be a place in this city. even if i decide to go away one day #queueing this because i'm emo about the whole thing now; and i want this posted but i don't want be online when it gets posted lol #might feel better about it later and even write it in proper form rather than tags idk

[nelsonswilbury]

Kaksjdhd I'm so sorry I definitely meant to send that Linda and Paul ask to someone else but my drunk ass can't do anything right. Btw you're totally right and that was a good point. So maybe my drunk ass picked the right person after all. Or maybe my hand eye coordination struggles after the fourth shot of vodka. Both can be true. Anyways, I also liked the comments. Although tbh I don't personally like John and Paul, it just doesn't make me wet the way it does for other people (I don't mean sexually I just mean in general). But I wonder about Paul romanticizing that relationship. Paul did more or less say that Linda was or should be a god. Which is very sweet, but I think it falls into romanticizing tbh. But also the man has been through a LOT and Linda was probably at least at one point his only path to peace and joy. How do you cope with your only true hope being taken away? We would all be lucky if we coped as well as paul. I think Paul probably makes it into something beautiful, but that's also just how aging works, and how loss works. It doesn't have to be true to matter.

I figured dw vodka can do that to the best of us 😆

Tbh there was a lot of trauma attachment going on Paul's part if you consider the start of his relationship with Linda. Same as with John. All of Paul's major attachments (by major I mean romantic or semi-romantic life altering ones) were formed after he suffered major losses - John after his mother's death, Linda after/during the breakup with John/The Beatles. The fact that he married Heather so soon after Linda's death also points to it, it's just a Paul thing.

As for romanticizing, it's just human and also it's understandable for Paul to be extra respectful while talking about a dead spouse. If there was any friction in the marriage - which I highly doubt - Paul wouldn't talk about that in public and definitely wouldn't say anything his kids wouldn't want to be said about their mother. He is responsible for Linda's memory and legacy.

#tbh i don't think he is romanticizing he was genuinely happy in the marraige #im not so sure about linda #because it looks like the emotional labour of the marraige fell on her #and she was definitely doing more than her share of the housework early in the marriage #and was roped into wings even if she didn't want to #and pretty much gave up her career as a photographer #yeah she made the choice and everything and i hope she was happy with her choices but sometimes im not so sure. but who knows #no one can really know the inside of a marriage except the two people involved #my point is of course paul romanticizes linda and the marraige because he clearly got the better end of everything #its she who had to leave her country and career and family to go live on a fucking farm #but i digress #also none of us are immune to the psychosexual enigma of lemon-milkcarton anon

[the-busy-ghost]

“Ok so the other bookshelf hasn’t arrived yet but why don’t I start organising my books, it will be a fun activity and useful!”

What nobody tells you about said fun activity is that you have to make Choices about how to organise and it’s all very confusing

#I run into this problem EVERY DAMN TIME and I still hate it #I like my history books arranged a certain way so that tends to fuck up the Dewey Decimal or any other system I attempt to impose #Ok so for example what to do with primary historical sources like chronicles and collections of letters #Do I put them with the mediaeval literature section (some of which also functions as a primary historical source- i.e. the Brus) #Or do I put them with my history books (ordered by time period and country) #Or do I put them in their own tiny little category of their own- an extremely confusing and apparently irrational category #Or biographies of authors of which I only have two or three #Do I put them with my other history books or next to the literary works they wrote or on their own little section again #But since I only own maybe three it would be a weird little section just Aphra Behn James Herriot and Robert Henryson by themselves #And then what on earth do I do with C.S. Lewis' Allegory of Love #It's technically literary criticism but I don't own many books in that vein #Never mind the question of whether I should separate novels poetry and plays even if it breaks up an author's output #I don't really want to have to look for Violet Jacob or Oscar Wilde in two or three different places #And then sometimes a book doesn't fall into either of those three categories- should split Nan Shepherd's novels from the Living Mountain? #And what if it's a 'Collected Works' by an author which contains a bunch of non-fiction historical essays as well as a novel? #And don't even get me started on what I'm supposed to do with the Road to Wigan Pier #And then THEN we come to Wodehouse #Do I put Leave it to Psmith with the other Psmith books or in the midst of the Blandings books? #I want all the Psmith series together but what if some hypothetical person new to Wodehouse wandered in #And wanted to start either series at random- would they be confused at the introduction of Blandings too early? #Wouldn't they miss out on some of the best bits that come with knowing Blandings BEFORE Psmith? #I don't know who this hypothetical person is by the way #Nobody's wandering into my house and browsing my bookshelves except me so I don't know who I'm curating this for #I suppose in the back of my mind I always thought I would have kids who would one day be pulling randomly at the family bookshelves #And so that's why I've saved some of the fiction books but I'm not likely to have or even want children so what is the point #I'm not even the kind of person who regularly rereads my childhood favourites but somehow I can't bring myself to throw the kids' books out #It's an immense waste of space and a bit pretentious to have lots of books that nobody else will ever read #Honestly I'd have been happier running a public library or a bookshop I think or even having a flatmate to share books with #Ah well if this is a problem at least it's quite a nice one to have; first world problems only this evening I'll count my blessings #Earth & Stone

[deus-ex-mona]

there’s a non-non-zero chance of success though… _(:3 」∠)_

#long depressing rant in the tags incoming ig? take warning!! #maybe it’s bc it’s 3am and i’m tired or maybe it’s bc of the 8-9 hour old fried vermicelli that i just gave up on eating but my head hurts~~ #or maybe it could even be bc i spent like 3 hours unpacking my boxes (note: my fam moved last month) instead of chilling like i wanted to… #either way i saw some things while unpacking that i really should’ve left in the distant past and i’m feeling as empty as my stomach pre-米粉 #though i did uncover a dogtag i had engraved years ago with nothing but a ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) on it so that was pretty funny #but other than that… i remembered all the weird things i had given up on in the past via the things i unearthed… #like cooking! i unpacked this huge 1k+ page thick cookbook thing and remembered that i had a phase where i liked to cook #then i remembered that i had mistaken salt for sugar while making some meat dish with a ton of soy sauce and byebye cooking confidence :( #and to add to that i also read a past essay of mine about my culture and i remembered my grandma and i. yeah. #and i also saw stuff from my old hobbies that i had to give up on due to money/time constraints and i just. yeah. #and not to forget all the stuff from my former friends… i swear i always get ghosted the moment we affirm that we’re friends lol #am i a walking maxed social link or something? lol? yeah i have no irl friends. none. #i’ve gotten used to it though~ i don’t mind having no friends. it leaves me with more time for myself and my sleep~ #it’s just that… sometimes i get the urge to hop over the country border for some ~chewing gum~ shopping… but there’s no one to go with lol #or like when i see interesting-looking events going on at local attractions but there’s no one to check it out with… or something. #and that got me wondering… am i just wasting my life or something? it’s a new year right? so i should make some lifestyle changes too right? #…​and so i bought a hairdryer for the first time a few days back. yeah. that’s enough change for 1 year. lol #who needs friends when you can have a nice warm hairdryer? blast away good pal!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyways yeah. that’s my 3am rant of the day. sorry if you read this lol #sunday’s 🧂saltfest🧂 #h e lp i forgot to disable rbs on this for a bit i hate 3am brain smmmm </3

[fingertipsmp3]

Every single day I wish I was on a sitcom or something so I could look into the camera like ‘do you see this shit?’ and break the fourth wall

#this is mostly in reference to my last reblog to be honest #so like my best friend (g) has this friend she’s known her entire life (we’ll call her m) #m is in love with g. has been probably the whole time. she WILL NOT admit it though #and g pretends like she doesn’t know but i’m certain that she does. she must. m does literally so much stuff for her like.. #she has her by a fucking string. it’s absolutely ridiculous #m used to be really jealous of me in high school and i used to snipe back at her but now i legitimately can’t bring myself to care #they’re less insufferable to be around now but my attitude is just like.. i can’t be bothered to get in the middle of whatever this is #i am NOT making this into a bermuda triangle of toxicity. count me the fuck out. so i remain pleasant and don’t let her bait mr #*me and oftentimes i just leave if m is there so they can be weird together #but sometimes they just do stuff that is so…… like recently g was talking about moving to scotland right? #she’s not going to do it. there is literally no way on god’s green earth that she’ll do it. she doesn’t have the money #she lives with her mom in her mom’s house and her mom helps raise her baby. like unless her mom sells up and comes with she’s not going #fucking anywhere. she doesn’t work; she doesn’t have money; she can’t live in a van with a toddler. she’s fucking delusional #but tell me why M HEARD THIS AND STARTED APPLYING FOR JOBS IN SCOTLAND??? #like???? you’re really planning on leaving the fucking country with her and you want to act like you’re not in love with her LMAO OKAY #she must know as well as i do that it’s simply not going to happen but she’s still making plans just in case. i’m….. #tl;dr am i the only person who sees this shit??? it’s fucking crazy #personal

[gideonisms]

my fear of roaches is so severe now....yes I CAN grab them with a paper towel and throw them outside without breaking a sweat and yes I AM the bug catcher in most of my living situations but I'm dying inside and if a hot girl WANTED to fall in love with me and catch them for me from now on I would Not say no

#:/ #my heart rate is still coming down. i'm at my aunt's so i don't have my tent so i'm just 🤢🤢😱💀 #everyone else thinks i should squish them but the sound ...no. urhghgghhhh #well and also i have a thing about unsavory awful disgusting forms of life and how you know. we are all that to someone or something and #who am i really to kill things unnecessarily for walking in the wrong place #sometimes you have to like at my apartment it had to be a battle ground bc it was them or me but u know. #off the point off the point #i have to leave this state this country this universe this galaxy. goodbye #i simply cannot be here under these conditions (saw scary bug)!!! and i'm not happy!!! #also having weird feelings abt time with my family that i chose like it wasn't mandatory for me to be here and i did want to hang out #but i'm just feeling distant & off bc i'm so different than them ig? and my beliefs clash so much and it feels bad not to say anything #but i just can't think of anything to say that would be constructive sometimes #so it's like they'll make comments i don't love but that are kind of on the edge where it's like. how do i adress this it's just a joke or #like sometimes it's not but it's something so deeply tied to their whole belief system that like idek where to start bc #i don't really want them to change their religion etc. that's something they want for me and it sucks so i'd never expect that from others #because it sucks! #but yeah when i spend time away from them it's kinda like wow y'all are the people i love and i'm not sure how i feel about that #anyway. hm. getting weird after 2 am perhaps it's time to admit defeat petition whatever deity controls roaches for some peace & go to sleep

[multifandomhoodies]

my mom just hit me w the "what do you think about moving to canada"

#is she really serious probably not entirely but #idk i dont want to leave the country and i hope it doesnt get that bad but sometimes it Does #it Does feel that bad #i dont know dude

[buckleyseddie]

my mom is leaving for a month to go visit my aunt in canada and i'm excited for her but i'm also sad for myself cause she's kind of been my rock these last two months

#like she's always checking up on me and she gets me little things she think might make me smile from work sometimes like cute socks #or silly keychains and whatnot #and she drives me and picks me up from therapy most weeks cause she knows i'm not really in the mood to drive after them #and she takes me out for coffee when she knows i need to be distracted #and it's been good having that while i'm feeling so down #i also know that she's gonna be thinking and worrying about me and i don't want her to but i also don't want to tell her i'm doing okay #when i'm not you know? #anyway i'm gonna miss her but i hope she has a great time #it's her first time leaving the country! so it's exciting! and she hasn't seen her sister in maybe a year and a half #so i hope they have a great time! #it's gonna be weird not to have her here for Christmas though but oh well we can always celebrate after #monse talks

[crimeofthecentury]

🦑.

#anyway ive been angry about this all day but I really don’t think I will ever be in a long term relationship because of my trust issues #which doesn’t bother me now but growing up i always fantasized being married with children and still sometimes still want that #but it’s very rare #not just romantic relationships even with family and friends #i moved halfway across the country to get away from all of them and also because i was bored and fell for duluth #it does bother me a little but i don’t really want to change im just coming to terms with it #i don’t feel lonely at all in fact for some reason i want people to leave me alone #why do i always get irritated and fed up with the person im dating after three months. he didn’t do anything wrong #it’s even worse now because im with the guy i had a crush on in high school. like I still like him so why do i want him to leave me alone???

[szczekaczz]

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#venty ahead #i feel so terrible and overwhelmed ever since the war in ukraine started last year #my country is bordering with ukraine and my government is so idiotic and stupid that i fear all the time that #they are going to do something so stupid and so unexpectedly we are going to anger the russia very much #plus my neverending dilemma of studying russian philology rn #plus wanting to leave these county out of fear but my mom would never leave and i could never leave her #plus the constant fear for the refugees in our country as poles are getting more and more anti ukrainian #and getting very loud and agressive about it sometimes #i mean to say #each time i realize ppl who don't live near russia and are not really affected by it simply forgot about this war many moths ago #it just blows my mind #how it doesn't affect them at all and i am affected by it every day since it started #idk if it's comprehensible in the end lol probably will delete it in the morning #i just feel nothing will never get better anymore and yeah

[princessbrunette]

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

let’s go back to my roots. let’s talk about girly, prissy, spoiled bunny!reader with rafe.

you’re untouchable, kook royalty just for your attachment to the cameron’s but you don’t even care about all of that. all you care about, is rafes time money and attention.

he loves you a lot, but more so — he puts up with your shit. whilst you don’t have much of an attitude, soft in all corners of your life, you can still manage to be a nightmare. you clutter his sink with your makeup and skincare, decidedly a maximalist when it came to your self care and beautification rituals. he plucks a clump of mink eyelashes from the side of the sink, something he nearly mistook for a spider and sets it aside— only calling out a “jesus chr — bun, told you to clear out your shit. my bathroom looks like fuckin’ sephora. in here, now.” before he hears the soft padding of your feet come tottering along, happy to do as your told.

if that’s not making him huff and puff — it’ll surely be the outfits, moreso scraps of fabric you parade around in. expensive, according to his black card, for items of clothing that cover so little — and he can’t say you don’t get your moneys worth, toddling around in strappy powder pink dresses that leave nothing to the imagination or white mini skirts that cling to the fold of the bottom of your ass cheeks, giving not only the chumps at the country club a good look — but his closest friends too. his life had become a sequence of tugging down your hem, manhandling you to be decent. “you—y-you think i need my fuckin’ friends getting an eyeful of your pussy each time you move? are we gonna have to have another talk about what’s appropriate, bunny girl? huh? or maybe the belt will help you learn a valuable lesson. fuck.” he sulks, stomping around after his threat. you’re clung to his bicep with a dazed smile only five minutes later because his mean treatment usually flew through one bedazzled ear and came out the other. soft and dopey as ever.

back to him ‘putting up with you’, there’s a ton of reasons why that is. like aforementioned, he does love you a lot. you’re his little prized possession, his trophy. you were soft in all the ways that mattered and understanding, always listening when no one else would, even if he was admittedly in the wrong. that, and you really did fuck like a bunny rabbit.

you had a libido that was constantly set to high, all hours of the day. you were a chronic pillow humper when rafe wasn’t available to sate you, the man often times walking in to find you teary eyed with a white lacy thong binding your spread knees, pulled down just enough to grind your messy, glossy pussy against the fluffed white pillow from his side of the bed. because really, you were a chronic rafe humper— but you were well behaved enough to know that sometimes he had to handle business and didn’t have the time to feed your greedy cunt.

you’d grown accustom to taking him in any position too, whether it was in doggy style — waving your plush ass in the air, pointing that fluffy pink bunny-tail butt plug straight at him as you mewl into expensive pillows, or you’re crouched on his lap on the couch, feet planted either side of him, a high pitched whimper punched out of you each time you slam your hips back down on his cock, mushroom tip thumping your cervix. you said you liked the pain, liked when it bruised, liked when you could still feel him the next day when you missed him. reminded you of how grateful you are to have a boyfriend who dicks you good.

you had a little obsession that was serving as a problem though— having to give you plenty of ‘sit down talks’ when he talks to you real slow like you’re stupid because you keep begging him to breed you. it seemed no amount of “sweetheart, i’on know how many times i have to say this to get it through that head, but you are too young for a baby. i—i gotta get my shit together first, alright? promised you as many babies as you want after i secure tannyhill did i not? i…i really need your patience… okay?” would stop you from bouncing on his cock with a feverish and determined look in your eye, or locking your legs around his waist when he’s about to nut— babbling tearfully as you beg “please daddy, please gimme a baby. please want — want your babies!”

you’re lucky he was so much stronger than you, often wrestling you down to straddle your face and aim his cock at your mouth before he blew his load, gritting out a spiteful “well you’re gonna have to fuckin’ swallow them ‘til the time comes. fuck.” through gritted teeth as you mewl miserably (but lap it up nonetheless)

you gave him trouble, but nothing he couldn’t handle. he wouldn’t trade his spoiled bunny girl for the world.

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

#rafe cameron prompt #bunny!reader

[suck-mein-pokeballs]

An American girl wants me to take her out for some mole and I'm genuinely concerned about her getting sick as shit

#i just dont know how good she is with spices #mole is kinda like japanese curry but spicier and without vegies #it is just a mix of a lot of chilies and spices literally its just spices #and if you didnt grow up eating it or cant handle your spices it can really mess you up #i LOVE mole even when its not made the way i like it #but im not so confident about indtroducing a foreigner to mole #i dont want to be responsible of giving her the worst most painful diarrhea of her life #and then being like #oh dont worry youre not sick that just sorta happens sometimes with mexican food #it happens to us too sometimes but we really dont mind as long as the food is good #most of mexico gets like that around September #and her being like #youre insane this country is insane fuck your mole im leaving #sysjcjjadhdjss #maybe possibly personal