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#“SO WHAT IF I AM!?” GOD. WHAT THE FRICK
coconut530 · 5 months
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RELIGIOUS TRAUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
#Nevermore#Nevermore Webtoon#Webtoon#ACTUALLY LIKE. ONE OF THE BEST EPISODES EVER#LIKE YES MONTY STILL IS A BAD PERSON FOR ALL THE THINGS HE’S DONE#BUT HE IS AN AMAZING VEHICLE TO TELL THIS STORY WITH LIKE GOD👏🏻DAMN👏🏻#LIKE THE HANDS BURNING HIM AND LIKE PUTTING THEIR DIRT ON HIM TO MAKE THEMSELVES CLEAN WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#ALL THE ADJECTIVES#“SO WHAT IF I AM!?” GOD. WHAT THE FRICK#NEED YOU FOR WHAT MONTY!?! OH CRAP IS THAT HIS MOM#WHY ARE YOUR EYES COVERED AND YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE IN RED#I MEAN YEAH MONTY WHAT YOU DID IN LIFE DIDN’T SOUND VERY GOOD YOU MAY HAVE EARNED THIS#MAKING HIM PRAY LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT#ACK GOAT EYES AND OHHHHHHH JEEEEEEZZZ CREEPYYYYYYY#ALTHOUGH RED N FLYNN LIKE REALLY POPPING OFF TODAY#ACK GOAT CREATURE#THE CANDLES THE CIRCLE THE CREATURE THE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE LIKE FLAMES THE HANDS THE CREATURE SACRIFICING A PERSON LIKE WHAT THE TIDES HAVE CHANGED#AND MONTY’S LAUGH TAKING US OUT#OH HI ANNABEL AND OOP PROSPERO AND EULALIE AND BERENICE AND MORELLA HI WHAT’RE Y’ALL DOING HERE ODD COMBO OF PEOPLE#PROSPERO COVERING HIMSELF FROM THE AIR#“Goodness…” UH NO DUH LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON!?#DUKE HAS MADE ADA TAKE THIS TO THE EXTREME AND HE CAN’T TURN HER OFF AND HER EYE PARTICLES ARE ALL OVER THE LITTLE ALCOVE#WILL’S GETTING THE LIFE CHOKED OUT OF HIM BY MONTY STILL UNDER THE ADA INFLUENCE#LENORE TRYING TO STOP HIM (??) WITH PLUTO HOLDING HER BACK#WHAT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
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one of the worst feelings ever is wanting to write but your hands hurt too much or the words just don’t want to work so you just sit there staring at a half finished doc with tears in your eyes bc you want to write and you need to write but everything is telling you that you can’t
#and that you’re a terrible writer and that no one cares aaaaaaand imposter syndrome kicks in and you just feel like crap#bc all your friends have been wriying recejtky so why can’t you??? cause they’re bETTER THAN YOU#lol idk why my head is so bad today#the feelings of inferiority and emptiness and idk worthlessness are strong and i hate it but i can’t stop it#i just wanna write!!! and like what i write!!!#but i Can’t and i haven’t liked anything i’ve written in Months and ugh i hate not being able to d something i wanna do#oh and now i’m crying??? why the frick am i cRYING litetally why is typing this making me Worse#sorry guys needed to rant#the inadequacy was strong today#something something students keep telling me how much they dislike me or how i’m whiny for asking them to be respectful and like#i Know i shouldn’t compare myself to my friends but gosh it’s hard when they’re all like. so much better than me.#and i don’t have a lot of time to be on tumblr bc of work so i just feel like i’m watching everything from afar and it’s no one’s fault but#my brain’s like no one is Doing anything it’s just my brain being dumb and i can’t stand it and I want to stop feeling empty and like i’m#missing a part of myself and like the words i write don’t matter gOD why can’t i just feel happy with where i am and not care what the kids#who hate me say or realize that no one cares that i’m not on much like i’m still Here and trying to interact it’s not like everyone hates me#for being busy or for liking side characters more than the main characters and just—#sorry#that felt good actually#idk what came over me#imma just. imma shower. then maybe delete my tags#sorry if anyone got this far aT ALL grace is either asleep or trying to sleep so i don’t wanna bother them since they slept poorly last nigh#okay done now for real sorry delete tags later sorry if you saw this and how freaking messed up ky freaking brain is
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doodlingwren · 7 months
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Oh Lord. Oh dear God. Just finished reading the Mirror Visitor Saga (le Passe Miroir).
I am okay. Such lovely and cute books. Definitely they didn't drain my mind and soul or anything.
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i did the interlude quest today and
holy shit (SPOILERS IN TAGS)
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crystalkitty1220 · 10 months
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I’m planning on making an incorrect summary of ibvs and this was one of the first ideas i had
THIS REMINDS ME OF THE TIME I WAS BORED IN CLASS AND WASTED LIKE TWENTY PAGES OF MY NOTEBOOK BY SCRIPTING A "IBVS IN A NUTSHELL" THING
tags are just me being nostalgic
#it was so fun but the only joke i remember from it was that i called the nevin goop ''gak''#and planned for someone to say ''the gak is back'' when it appeared again#but i got bored of the whole thing after season one so i never ended up writing that part of it#i made a couple little sprites as well but the lines were too thick and they looked bad. even for in a nutshell sprites.#man ive gotta go find that again. gonna search for it in my notebook.#okay its been two minutes since the last tag and i found it#okay highlights:#''the demon king of high school has decreed it. he says monday 8am i will be deleted'' (heathers reference)#*closeup of issac* *closeup of the door to the art room* *zoom out to show the closet door in between them* ''well frick''#oh god i was so hostile towards chris in this. not even pointing out actual flaws; i just went straight for the jugular. oh poor boy.#KIDS BOP XTALE i guess i couldnt be bothered to simplify his backstory#''haha magic? that's dumb. why would magic exist? magic doesn't exist. you're nor magical. i - definitely - am not magical.#why would i ever be magical? if i was magical you would know but i'm not magical so yeah glad that's settled.#*talking to viewers* my name is nevin jovel. i have magic powers and do an amazing job at hiding them.''#*also talking to viewers* ''my name is drew jovel and nevin's a fucking idiot if he thinks i'm falling for that''#''and i'm chris!''#CHRIS JUST SAYING ''ANIME FALL'' anime boy frrr#''i didn't. not at all. i am a normal human being. i cannot do that by myself. what do you think i am? a wizard?#because i am no wizard i have nothing to do with wizardry i-''#okay nevin definitely had my favorite running gags. running gaks. hah.#charlie: ''my anime senses are tingling'' it would have been such a good place for a 'ghost sense' danny phantom reference :(#nevin: ''day 4 of hoping nothing supernatural happens'' . monika: ''hello!'' . nevin: ''why''#okay so in between every chapter i planned for there to be a screen with the chapter number on it#''nah i'm good'' [CHAPTER 12] ''that was your cue to leave''#WAS IT EVER CANON THAT DEZ FOUND THE MONIKA RITUAL ON WIKIHOW OR WAS THAT JUST SOMETHING MY MIND MADE UP#there's a reference to it here and i swear i wholeheartedly believed it was canon for months#''never trust a wikihow ritual'' god that might be my favorite singular sentence ive written here#''what do you mean? nothing happened. it was just a normal day. nothing witchy happened i have nothing to do with witchcraft#it was just a stalker yes a stalker that i chased away with a hose not a witch that i scared away with witchcraft witches dont exist''#NOOO THATS ALL THE TAGS IT CAN HANDLE i'll have to reblog and add more
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altfire · 1 year
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hate reading old outlines and seeing how cleanly the story works out then looking at how the characters refused to do what i expected while actually drafting
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mythvoiced · 2 years
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@jeoseungsaja | Here to leave another excerpt of the piece ‘Yeo is a simp’™: Yeo walks beside Shin, a low hum reverberating as he tries to pretend that he hasn’t been looking at his companion all this time by moving his glance elsewhere; toward some flowering shrubs nearby. “Shin,” the fox finally speaks, trying to remain casual, “your hand looks heavy,” and he stretches his arm, putting palm up, offering it at Dokkaebi, “let me hold it for you.” 
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The biggest problem, perhaps, with being creatures as unique and ancient as the two of them are, is, that the will always inevitably stumble upon situations they’ve heard of, witness from afar, understood to be part of someone’s given, granted universe, that they had never come close to engaging in.
At least in Shin’s case, for there is only so much of his understanding of Wang Yeo he can actually apply to the fox at his side with the shameless arrogance of a lover who thinks nothing new is to be find within the crevices of what is certainly not someone loved, not if so easily discarded along with the thousands of mysteries and blessings they still hide between their fingers.
Shin has seen all sorts of things, he watches TV with the same casual semi-regularity many other of the South Korean population would be able to reference the most iconic of scenes, an inside joke to Come Back Mister, a nod to the surprising and barely satisfying queer representation in Secret Garden.
He’s seen things, he’s heard of songs and listened to some as well. Read of moments like these and butterflies.
But other than coming to the unsurprising conclusion that no amount of casual flirting while extending a polite arm to a shop-owner, no amount of shared smiles with an army official obvious enough to make him wonder for his safety, no amount of whispers into spaces where even a yangban maiden might have heard him, could truly be a match, or even come close to enter the same category of thought, as flirting today, at the side of a powerful, nine-tailed fox.
One who comes equipped with the brazenness of a character rumoured as typical to his species, yet one Shin always wants to apply to him and him only.
There’s no comparison nor contrast, he doesn’t like engaging in the many similarities Wang Yeo too will inevitably share with some soul on this earth or the next. The extending of his arm, the halting of Shin’s already slow steps in response, these are unique to him, and anyone who would have read this pick-up line on a forum and decided to add it to their repertoire, well, they might never find out somewhere out here, Shin is seeing them and thinking of him.
He likes these idle walks.
They seem just perfect to set them up for moments like these.
Other than that, though, or mainly, he enjoys them for the tranquillity they settle his fox’s heart into. The ease to perform as he is and sputter his nonsense, the kind he’d only call that to smooth the wrinkles of being flustered it had pressed into his heart, the kind he’d only call nonsense because he likes teasing and smiling.
Because of that tranquillity, the permission to be just them and maybe nothing more if not everything they were ever meant to be. Settling into the universe’s crevices, finding that silhouette that had been carved out for him to come to rest in, and find that he’d rather sit down next to the freshly dug up soil and wait, wait for that moment, look out to the sky, and consider just a bit more life, if only it would mean getting more of this, more of him.
More of those side-glances and the bad attempts to hide them.
More of the brightness of sun rays as they get tangled in his bright red hairs, coming to rest snug between the soft strands.
That damned smirk of his when he thinks himself on top of the moment, and all the times he’s been right, leaving Shin stunned to the side, wondering if standing there and staring on is what deities envy humans so much for.
He doesn’t consider himself much of a god.
But when Wang Yeo holds his palm up and seems so convinced of his thing, when Wang Yeo breathes out and breaks into a smile, when Wang Yeo stops and exists just a moment a longer where he can dare think they exist together and to be together, then, then he’d take it.
The mantle, the moniker, the title of a god, vengeful in all he’d do for him, and belonging to the Heaven for where else to go after he’d been cleansed by love he doesn’t deserve but will so shamelessly devote himself to anyway.
The envy of a deity, before the beauty of the non-divine.
Luckily, he is not enough god for this to last.
Because there’s no envy in the poet’s admirer of what the word divine was created for.
A chuckle, half an incredulous smile, a minute shake of his head.
There’s half a moment where he looks as if he’s about to turn away. His chin lifts, he stares ahead of himself, is he picking up mannerisms or why does his smile resembles his so much?
Up until it breaks into that flustered nonsense no creature of his might that isn’t him would be caught wearing.
He smacks his palm onto Yeo’s awaiting one and pulls both their hands into the pocket of his coat.
“Seriously, what am I going to do with you.”
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kingdomoftyto · 1 day
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...BIG FEELS AND BIG PLOT DEVELOPMENTS AT THE END OF THAT BOOK, HUH
#Tyto reads WoF#i know it's not the most pressing issue what with the vengeful ex-Queen and the murderous sister and all#but I still want to point out how alarming it is that the new crew are all going to be wearing seemingly radioactive rocks as jewelry now#Turtle please don't pick up strange rocks that give off their own heat for the love of all that's good#ANYWAY yeah what the actual frick is going on with Darkstalker huh. I genuinely do NOT know whether he's trustworthy or not#desperately lonely and unfairly demonized? absolutely. truly cares about Moon as a friend? I think so.#capable of integrating peacefully into modern dragon society without letting his own ego turn him into the monster he denies ever being?#....... 😬 remains to be seen#god and there's Scarlet's mysterious new accomplice(?) with the maddeningly vague physical description and also THE SCROLL(!!!!)#and i just realized we failed to get resolutions in this book for EITHER the vision of Turtle attacking Anemone OR#Flame's unique and frightening ability to sense and/or attack mindreaders????#where the HECK are we going with Flame I am going lowkey INSANE over him#ugh frick and Umber and Sora are both on the run too...!! this book is nearly as cliffhangery as Dark Secret#(though thankfully i prepared for this by checking the next book out ahead of time so i wouldn't have to wait LOL)#uhh buhh final thoughts before i force myself to go to sleep:#I love Moon and everything going on with her but I do feel like on some level it's even more of a slap in the face for poor Starflight#that the only tribe to get multiple POV characters in this first. like. extended arc(?) appears to be the NightWings#and Starflight himself doesn't get any of the tribe's unique defining features or abilities#i mean i guess the same is sort of true of Sunny and yes i know it was the POINT of book 4 that the tribe had no powers#but still idk it just feels like kicking the poor boy when he's already down. in addition to him literally getting beaten up again#(... now watch me be a total fool and the arc actually extends past book 8 or something making this point moot lol)#(I'm only assuming it ends at 8 bc that's where the previews in the back of the previous books have stopped)#EDIT: LOL yep turns out this arc does extend out to book 10 and the other POVs are Turtle and Qibli so I stand corrected.#that's what I get for nightblogging
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marchlione · 5 months
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this period could have been a fucking email.
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caramelmochacrow · 1 year
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Gh..... gonna post something d4dj related in my drafts later.... gahghgh.
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claratyler · 2 years
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🙃 literally at the end of my fucking rope
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confusedsiewmai · 2 years
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scripted-downfall · 7 months
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I swear, with every danmei book I read, the protagonist gets ever more oblivious. I mean, I started out with Wei WuXian of all people, sitting there not knowing that he's pining over his best-bro-bestie (who's also pining over him) until he decides ya know what? marriage bow time! Because that is a completely logical progression!
But then! There's Xie Lian! Who has a mfing Calamity-level ghost pining over him for 800 years --- casually building elaborate temples for his celebrity crush while said disaster god burns down his house --- and who makes out with Hua Cheng "fOr SpIriTuAl PoWeR" on the regular, and who regularly runs across strange characters with one eye covered, a strange red-based colour scheme, and a strange devotion to him, only to run into a certain strange one-eye-covered, red-schemed, devoted Ghost King... and who not only doesn't connect the red-coloured dots, but also comes to the completely sensical conclusion that see how well I can resist the wily temptations of *women*? clearly, the only reason I can't resist the wily temptation that is Hua Cheng is that Guoshi never considered that hot men exist! and also regularly tries "not to bother him" while the latter is vibing --- in the literally vibrating sense --- in Paradise Manor waiting for gege to ask him for help.
AND THEN. Because that! Wasn't! Enough! There's fucking SHEN QINGQIU. (I'm finally reading SVSSS! I finished book 3 and am tracking down 4 now!) Who spends three fricking books simping after Binghe like there's no tomorrow (which, to be fair, he doesn't think there is) because oh holy shit, he's such a white lotus, look at how pure and handsome and powerful, oh god oh fuck, yes he's going to kill me but at least I have the honour of being killed by The Luo Binghe, I'm so lucky, holy shit, wait why isn't he putting together a harem of women?!?!? he's plenty hot and powerful and badass enough??!?!?! and also insists to the very end that oh, no, sir, I'm completely straight. As a ruler. I invented rulers, actually. Because of how straight I am.
AND THEN!! IT SOMEHOW GOT WORSE?!?!? Because I made the mistake of starting The Husky and His White Cat Shizun. And Mo Ran is... well, he puts the "moron" into his name, that's for damn sure. I mean, at least he knows he's into guys from the beginning, but like. My guy. You cannot sit here and say "Obviously, Chu Wanning and I shared a deeply intense hatred" and then wax poetic about how hot and elegant and calm and composed he is for two paragraphs with any degree of credibility At All.
(I'm Thriving. Never before have I had four fixations unlocked at once. My sanity is struggling, but my mind is buzzing and the world is fast.)
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luveline · 9 months
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Hiii, if you’re interested, could I request Eddie but as an ice hockey player?? Your writing is out of this world and I would just love to read about his flushed cheeks after practice or something like that. I hope you’re doing great and I love your stuff❤️❤️❤️
thank you so much, for your request and for being so lovely, it means the world to me! ♡ fem!reader, 1.2k
He comes flying across the ice like he's weightless. A dropping sensation hits your stomach while your heart leaps into your throat, but Eddie saves himself at the last minute with a quick, hard turn, his left foot further out. Ice curls in his wake, sheared by the sharp blade of his skate. 
"How was that?" he calls up to you where you're sitting in the second row of the stands.  
"You can really see a difference," you say, crossing one leg over the other and hiding your frigid fingers between your thighs. "The two hundred metre sprints must be working, Eds. You're like a fricking whippet, it's scary." 
"They better be working," he says. "God, I fucking hate sprints." 
Eddie hates every aspect of his conditioning workouts. He loves hockey, and if he wants to be able to keep up with the rest of his team, let alone the opposition, he needs to stay fit in ways that are specific to the sport, so the sprints are a necessary evil.
He doesn't care for much of it. The deadlifting is a good look on him, though. Watching his muscles physically get bigger in size has been an Experience, capital 'E'. His weight gain in general, actually. 
"Do you feel tired?" you ask. 
Eddie groans, putting his arm up and behind his head, forcing his elbow down with the opposite hand. He doesn't realise how salalcious he appears, worse when he scrunches his eyes closed and turns his face to one side. "I always feel tired. This is good, though. Maybe Steve'll stop busting my ass at practice for getting winded before the third period."
You're glad it's so cold in the rink. His grumpy expression has you flushing all over. 
"Steve spends the majority of his time on the ice hunched over," you say. "Of course he doesn't get winded."
You wouldn't feel comfortable making a snide joke about Eddie's friends usually, but Steve knows you. He calls you Eddie's wife, though you aren't married, always trying to feed you hard pretzels while mouthing off about Eddie's shit plays. Hence your nonchalant disparagement. 
Eddie grins at you, dropping his arms back down to his sides. "Where're your skates, sweetheart? Come and take a lap with me." 
You brought your skates at his request. You'd climb the appalachian trail on your hands and knees if he asked you to, and not just because he's handsome and getting more so everyday, but because he's gorgeous on the inside. Kind of like finding a pretty rock and cracking it open to find gemstone, you'd been drawn to Eddie and his rough exterior, but you've grown to love him for what's inside. His sweetness, his charm. The way he's looking at you now —eyes wide, hopeful. You could believe that the only thing he wants in the whole world is to skate with you. 
"I'll slip again," you fret, having already mentally given in. 
Eddie knows you have, too. "I am not gonna let you fall over," he promises. "Put your gloves back on, yeah? It's cold." 
You put on your skates and gloves and wobble to the gap in the rink walls to step out. Eddie's waiting, taking your elbow into his hand to help you out. He's been playing ice hockey longer than you've known him, and while you've been by his side for his rise to tier 3, you've become less familiar with the ice rather than more. You're frankly intimidated by what he can do. He's fast. He's a great sportsman (with a short fuse, undoubtedly, but he's never unkind to the people around him) (besides that one on-ice official). Eddie's amazing, but he can't give you confidence on the ice. Only practice can do that. 
You're not super willing to practise. "Please don't let me fall on my ass, Eddie." 
"There's nobody here to see it. And if you fall, I'll help you up, I swear. But you're not going to fall over." 
While not specifically true, recreational skaters making lazy laps and a young figure skater working on waltz jumps in the defending zone, his surety makes you feel better.
Being on skates is a strange feeling. Eddie skates with the same ease as he walks. You freeze up, locking your hips. He moves his hand from your elbow to your hand. You can feel his fingers like blocks of ice through your gloves.
"Do you want to try just walking, or would you feel better skating in a circle?" he asks. 
"Uh–" Your footing slips. You're panicking. "Um, whatever you want." 
His cheeks glow with blush, his nose tip like a budding rose. He doesn't feel the cold anymore, nor fear of falling, setting you both on a speed akin to a light jog. You breathe out with a nervous squeak, fingers locked around his hand. 
"You got it," he says, in his way, too cool for you. His voice is awfully pretty sometimes, a little rough, all fond. He dotes via praise, his thumb petting pointless circles into the back of your hand. "You're always better than you think." 
"I don't know how you can find this fun," you say nervously. 
He tips his chin up, his disorderly bun pressed to the back of his neck. "It's not all fun. Sometimes I don't wanna do it as much as I did when I started, but sometimes I wanna do it more than ever. Like, getting bumped up? Well, you know how I felt." 
He'd hugged you so hard the air got knocked out of you. The celebrations were unrestrained. 
"I love hockey almost as much as I love you," he says, sending an appreciative smile your way. 
Your heart skips. "You love me more than hockey?"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I do." He slows his skating, slows you with him, and kisses your cheek. His lips are as cold as his fingers. "But I want you to love hockey, so first you need to skate." 
"Don't yank me." 
"I'm yanking you, sweetheart. It's just like roller-blading." 
"I can't rollerblade." 
"No?" he asks, picking up his foot and putting it down, his thighs moving outward with each stroke. You scramble to keep up with him. 
"Eddie!" you shout, terrified as you swing around a corner. Despite the fear, you know he won't let you get hurt. Well, super hurt. 
"You're fine! Come on, let's see if we can meet my lap time." He smiles. Red cheeks, pink lips, and the world's warmest brown eyes. "You should start doing sprints with me. And lifting! That would be hot." 
You'd snort if you weren't too busy trying to stay in an upright position. You'll be surprised if Eddie has any bones left in his hand tonight when you're done. 
He doesn't once complain about your vice-like grip. 
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luckykiwiii101 · 4 months
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The Blair Bitch Project
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And who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell. You know you love me. XoXo - Gossip Girl 💋 💌
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Welcome back, Upper East Siders.
Call me superstitious, but I’ve got a feeling this winter could be your last season on this app. Let’s face it, I’ve been at this a long time. But age breeds wisdom. And this I know: the best is yet to come.
From all around the world our favourite Upper east siders are asking the same question. “How do i get what i want?!”
“Why can’t I have it?!?! ughhh this isn’t fair!!!”
Well, call me crazy, but bitching about it, won’t get you to your final destination. Only if you use it the right way………
Think fast B, bitch about it? or BITCH about it?
Yes, I’m talking about the Blair BITCH Project.
Since the Blair Witch Project is SO LAST SEASON, I’ve got something new to bring to the table. And no, it’s not a 5 star meal, it’s much sweeter, or should i say sour.
No one said being a Bitch would be easy.
Well……I could make an exception if your name is Georgina Sparks or Serena Van Der Woodsen. But the Bitchiest Bitch of all Bitches Is our Queen B, Blair Waldorf. It’s the season to put on your louboutons and do what you do best, Bitch about it.
They say history repeats itself. But looks like B is charting a brand new course to success. Who knew being such a B-word would get you so far? Gotta take a few notes from Queen B herself.
As Blair said “You can’t make people love you but you can make them fear you.”
Yes i’m talking about those pesky little negative assumptions you hold in that thick little head of yours. Holding on to the seats on the limousine like Blair and Chuck. Speaking of Chuck, let’s Chuck those assumptions away, far far away.
“How am I going to do that?”
Just be yourse-
Oops. The inner Georgina jumped out just there. I was going to say be a bitch, but I guess there’s no difference……… (Just kidding……or am I? XoXo. Nothing Gossip Girl loves more than a little mystery).
It’s B’s party, and she’ll cry if she wants to. Everytime you open this app, you will bitch about how easy it is for you to enter the void state and how you always wake up in it. It’s your choice really. Vaunt about it in your posts, or the replies to any void related post you see. Bitch about it randomly in your mind everytime the void state comes to mind. Shouldn’t be difficult for a Stage 5 Bitch.
Careful ladies and gents. It’s easy to fall into the valley of overconsumption. Maybe you’ll even come across a faux bitch claiming to own a Chanel purse, but when they’ve been caught red handed, you may even start to think that you can’t have a Chanel purse. How tragic.
Fuel that energy into full bitch mode and vaunt your anger/frustration/sadness/irritation into bitching all about it, and replacing those ugly assumptions with prettier ones. They need a serious MAKEOVER! Ew.
SPOTTED: B taking what seemed like a innocent little stroll down central park, but we all know everything B does is NEVER innocent. She’s been caught RED handed, drowning her two-faced wannabes (negative assumptions) in a lake in central park, after crying them a river (vaunting) and drowning them in it. A classic Blair Bitch move. I like it.
Wait……? Can you hear that? It’s B. She’s at it again. OH EM GEE! Cover your ears. It’s a full blown bitch attack!!!!
Blair:
“OH MY GOD, I SWEAR I CANNOT EVEN CLOSE MY EYES WITHOUT ENTERING THE VOID STATE! I EVEN HEAR SOME STUPID BITCHES GOSSIPING ABOUT HOW I ALWAYS ENTER THE VOID STATE WITHIN 2 MINUTES! IT’S SO FRICKING ANNOYING! WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT ME!!!!!???!! UGH THEY WISH THEY WERE LIKE ME, THE PERFECT VOID MASTER! AS IF THEY COULD EVER! THIS IS WAY TOO EASY, IT’S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO STRUGGLE! LIKE HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING WITH THE EASIEST THING ON THE PLANET! THAT’S LIKE BELIEVING THAT IT’S DIFFICULT TO BLINK OR SOMETHING!UGH IM WAYYYY TOO GOOD AT THIS!IT’S EASIER THAN FRICKINF BREATHING! UGHHHHHHHH!!!”
Negative Assumption:
“No you can’t hahahah ur so ba-.”
Blair:
“BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP! DOROTA!!! COME CLEAN THIS LITTLE SHIT UP! IT’S PISSING ME OFF! IM TOO GOOD AT THIS LMFAO! WHY IS IT SO EASY?!UGHHHH I COULD LITERALLY JUST SLAP SOMEONE RIGHT NOW! MY POWER COULD PROBABLY SEND THEM INTO THE VOID STATE OR SOMETHING!!! I ALWAYS WAKE UP IN THE VOID STATE. IT’S LITERALLY NOTHING. NO BIG DEAL. I’M USED TO IT ANYWAY!!!”
Careful ladies and gents. B might be the Big Bad Wolf in designer clothing.
Don’t become a bitch in the process……Or do, I don’t care. I see you. XoXo.
Still reading an American Horror Story? Close than damned book and open a new one. Just make sure it’s not the sequel. We don’t need a repeat of past……events.
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WONDROUS LENA!!!
I am jumping onto your inbox to wish you THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS, may you have a SUPER FANTASTIC DAY full of joyful moments and good company and delicious food and warm affection AND ALL THE POSITIVE THINGS!!!
I hope this new year that you're about to begin is filled with high spirits, thrilling adventures and formidable experiences; I hope that any dream and goal you wish to pursue comes true; I HOPE AND I WISH nothing but the VERY BEST for you, may the gardens of your life BLOOM AND THRIVE beautifully always!!
Thank you SO MUCH for your friendship, for being such a wonderful person who's so very welcoming and constantly willing to deposit genuine interest upon others; thank you for your contagious excitement that brings UTMOST JOY, thank you for your endless creativity and stories that are a DELIGHT to read (AND BE A PART OF!!! SUCH AN HONOR, TRULY--), thank you for all the things we've created together (AND MORE TO COME 👀???), for the wonderful dynamics and fabulous plots; thank you for being YOU, THE ONE AND ONLY MARVELOUS LENA!!!
I still have my one-way ticket to the Lenaverse, I'LL STAY HERE FOREVER, FOR AS LONG AS YOU ALLOW ME---
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LENA, HERE'S TO ANOTHER YEAR AND MANY, MANY MORE!!!! I LOVE YOU HEAPS AND I'M SENDING YOU A BUNCH OF HEART-SHAPED BALLOONS AND A TIGHT HUG ❤️❤️
IT-- IT’S JUST not fair that it took me days to finally be able to sit down and put my weeping over this into actual words, BUT OH GOODNESS just??? I AM struggling to express this in your dms already and I will continue to struggle because I am simply convinced there are not enough words or words powerful enough in this weird lil language that is English to fully convey how?? HO GRATEFUL I AM TO YOU
THE MERE TOUCH OF ‘ALEX’ ON MY BIRTHDAY, A BLESSING OF UNPARALLELED MEASURE, your kindness, your warmth, your JOY AND ENTHUSIASM, SO VERY INFECTIOUS AND ALWAYS PROMPTING AND INSPIRING ME TO BE AS BRIGHT AND AS INCREDIBLE OF COURSE I CAN’T BE YOU because we are two different people AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL THAT WAY but please believe me when I say the SURGE of absolute ‘OH DAMN DANGNABBIT THE WORLD AIN’T THAT BAD OF A PLACE HUH’ you invoke in me AND I AM CERTAIN IN OTHERS AS WELL just because even THINKING of the, JUST, you use words for me I am so jealous you’ve used because I wanted to use them FOR YOU, contagious with joy and wonderful and welcoming, you bring something so incredible to this rpc TO ANY PERSON AROUND AND you and in particular ME right now with the mere LIKE, HOLY SHIT THAT FRICKING GRAPHIC, ALEX THE IMPLICATIONS OF THAT BANNER??? JUST PROVE ME SO FRICKING RIGHT??
The way you care so much about someone’s even smallest interest or the ones particularly dear to their hearts IN EQUAL MEASURES and in a way that always feel so GENUINE, it may seem odd to focus on such a trait, but it’s one I simply? IF I MAY BE SO FRANK VALUE SO MUCH? THE POWER AND KINDNESS AND UNAFRAIDNESS OF DOING THAT, REACHING OUT AND CARING LIKE THAT, about thoughts and hyperfixations and likes and interests LIKE????
IF THIS SHALL BE ANOTHER YEAR OF ME GETTING TO SIGH DREAMILY AT YOUR WRITING AT YOUR IDEAS AT YOUR MESSAGES GOING INTO ABSOLUTE FERAL STAN MODE, THEN REST ASSURED, IT SHALL BE FULFILLED AS YOU WISHED IT TO ME, thank you for allowing me to reach this year and start the next as your FRIEND for welcoming me the way you have for allowing me to BLABBER MY BRAIN BUBBLE POPS AND EVEN THE GREATER HONOUR OF READING YOUR LIL SOUPS~
MAY I HONOUR THE HONOUR OF CREATING WITH YOU ALL WE HAVE CREATED AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE WISHES AND THE FRIENDSHIP THAT MADE THEM HAPPEN, ALEX PLEASE HAVE THE MOST WONDERFUL AND INCREDIBLIEST OF ALWAYS OKAY OF ALL DAYS ALL WEEKS ALL MONTHS ALL YEARS AND PLEASE KNOW THAT I’M THE WAY I GRICKING I’M TAERING UP AGAIN AT LIL OZ I CAN’T YOU KILL ME WITH THESE BANNERS ALEX I CAN’T EVER THANK YOU ENOUGH PLEASE BE WELL AS OFTEN AS STARS SHINE IN THE SKY--
I’M SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME MULTIPLE DAYS TO GET TO THIS, PLEASE KNOW THERE HAS NOT BEEN A MOMENT I HAVEN’T THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ASK AND YOUR POSTS AND YOUR MESSAGES AND THE OTHER ASK PLEASE KNOW THAT I CHERISH THEM SO GREATLY AND THAT THEY’VE SERIOUSLY JUST??? THANK YOU, MADE THE REST OF MY YEAR OKAY, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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