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shewhosleepsalotincemeteries · 3 months

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Kinda need this…

#💤🪦#she’s incredible to me

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selectivechaos · 9 months

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try to talk with someone -> they do the minimum gesture that i notice disinterested or bored -> "...they hate me right?" -> not start a conversation or interact with any human for two months

and then you repeat

- 🪦💤

yeeep that’s how it goes. it’s like ‘oh my voice is insignificant to you? so i won’t dare speak to you’. major fucking trigger is being disregarded. scary. especially when am the one to speak first.

what’s annoying is how much i think about it afterwards. like their slight gestures and the words they say off the top of their heads is something i will ruminate on for ages. 🌹🌹

#sm tag #🪦💤 anon #anon ask

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princessantisocial · 27 days

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୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩♡୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚🫧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⋆⑅˚₊‧₊˚✩彡☆⌒(ゝ。∂)☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★๋࣭ ⭑⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･₊˚⊹♡₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.౨ৎ₊ ⊹˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚𖦹✧˖°.‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ೀ🍓🍰ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ🍥.𖥔 ݁ ˖૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗★₊˚⊹ ᰔ☆✮༘⋆꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🎀ᐟᐟ☆🧁‹𝟹˚୨୧⋆｡˚⭐⟡🍅💫⋆｡° ✮🍮✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮⊹˚. ♡⋆｡˚-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆⩇⩇:⩇⩇🥞‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗🐾🥞🎀( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹(๑>؂•̀๑)🐾🥞🎀ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡🍮🦴ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🐾🍮🦴ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🐾୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🍥 彡 ୧ ˚.୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡(๑>◡<๑)(๑>◡<๑)(๑>◡<๑)꒰୨୧꒱꒰୨୧꒱⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚。°˖ ʚ🍓ɞ ꒦꒷⩩🫀°•`^☆🦴.°`•🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⋆˚🐾˖°🍰🌸⭐️⋆˚🐾˖°🐾🎀☆🍮🎀💢🎧☆(๑>◡<๑)୭♡ᵎᵎ 🍮🐇🎀🎧🌽🍫🐾🍭🌈🍟💤૮꒰ ˶ˊᗜˋ˶꒱ა🍮🎀 💛🐾🍟 🧁🎀🍭🍦🍥🍮🐹🍶💤🧷🥣👛🍊🌀🥄🥞💢🧁 💢🎀🩸👛🐼🐾☘💖♥️🍔🐹🍮🕷️💤🌀🍳🐱🐶☘🐎🍟🥄🍓🍭🌈🥣🪦🍓🍖🎒🍮🎸🥩🍥🌸🍧🍡💌🐾⭐꒰⑅ •̥ ꒳ •̥ ⑅꒱ ·° ୭ 🍮 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᵎᵎ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 🍮🍓🍭⭐💢ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🎀🐾🍮💕🐾. • 🎀🍰🐾 • .🍭🌳🍊🍔🐱🌽♦️🎨🌈

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hitlikehammers · 27 days

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straw poll: How Many Times Can You Sleep In The Same Bed With A Guy Before It Starts To ✨Mean Something✨?

Because Steve's just there to be a good friend hold Eddie close through the night so Eddie knows what his breathing sounds like as he falls asleep help Eddie through the nightmares, right?(!??!)

or: just how many manners of sin does 'trauma' cover, exactly?

I Could Be Your Nurse (or something)

Or: Five Times Eddie Has To Ask For Help, Plus One Time He Doesn’t Need It Anymore (but asks anyway) ✨ for @penny00dreadful 💜

<<< two: wash🚿

💤🪦 three: sleep 🌗 🛌

Eddie shoots up in his bed, less afraid of choking on his own heart for its pounding than he is for gnashing it apart with his teeth, it’s surged so high and he can’t breathe, he doesn’t know if he wants to because it’s dark and he can’t see and last thing he did see was, was—

“Ed,” and it’s murmured so close, and the bed dips quick as warmth envelops Eddie’s frame, as a hand grabs one wrist, both wrists and crushes them between two bodies to feel, feel—

“Eddie, breathe, breathe, shhh,” and oh: that’s what he’d seen, what he always sees now: the images he remembers, and the things he’s been told of his own near-demise, but it’s not his body; it’s never his body and more, and worse, they’re always too late and he’s being told to breathe but he can’t, he can’t breathe because they failed, he failed and Steve’s not breathing, he’ll never breathe again—

“Right here, Eds, I’m right here,” and one hand lets go of him and starts carefully wiping at Eddie’s face, drying his eyes so they can focus and recognize not just the touch and the scent and the heat but the sight of the body wrapped around him.

“I’m with you, you’re okay,” Steve breathes, he breathes and Eddie can feel it, he can feel it and it makes no sense but it’s clear and it’s deep and deliberate and, and—

“Breathe with me, come on, just breathe,” Steve coxes a little like soothing a wounded animal and…that’s apt, Eddie feels small and skittish and he needs the warmth and the dawning truth of Steve’s weight against his bones; “it’s okay, everyone’s okay,” and yes, yes, that’s important, that’s so important but it’s not enough, there’s still blood pumping like it wants to leap from his mouth as he gasps because he cannot fucking breathe until—

“I’m okay.”

Steve says it as just part of an ongoing litany of reassurance, hopes to calm Eddie into, y’know, the basic needs of human survival, heart and lungs remembering how to move right but—

Steve’s okay.

It’s like Eddie heart and lungs had an agenda; like maybe they didn’t want to move right if the dream—a dream, a dream, just a dream, Steve’s chest lifts against him, falls, lifts again, and again, and again, real—but maybe neither was really invested in survival, if it all hadn’t just been a dream.

“We’re okay, Eds,” and Eddie doesn’t mean to gasp, to half moan and half whimper in something wreathed in pure relief, doesn’t plan to burrow into Steve like he does as Steve presses closer, closer, so it’s only logical, only the reasonable thing when Steve’s lips move against Eddie’s skin at the hairline, at the temple when he speaks, he��s just that close, y’know—

“Swear,” Steve murmurs, and he crushes their hands a little closer between both their chests, and his face is still so close because of it—no other reason, it can’t be any other reason—that his lips drag when he breathes, when he fucking vows:

“I swear we’re okay.”

Eddie nods, just nods; Steve keeps him tucked under his chin, safe: he lifts with his breathing, his heartbeat’s right there, taunt but true, realand maybe Eddie nuzzles there a little, so fucking sue him.

It’s been like this, though. Lately. More than just lately; it’s been like this for a while. Steve had always been around for the nightmares, and he always came to ease Eddie through them but he ended up back on the couch if Wayne wasn’t there, or in the chair in the corner, or the sleeping bag they’d found and he’d set up on the floor before Eddie could protest—and he never wanted to push too hard because, because…

At least on the floor, Eddie could hear him breathe.

But then, then the nightmares stopped being highlight reels of reality; then they turned, and they’re focused on…variations on a theme.

A theme of losing one Steve Harrington.

And then Eddie grew clingy, without even meaning to, or planning to, and Steve never fought him. It took a couple weeks before Steve didn’t only come to him as soon as Eddie started gasping, screaming and then stayed with him through the night, no: then Steve just started coming with him to bed and opening his arms to roll into, to wake up shaking against.

It didn’t make the nightmares go away but it made them…bearable. Because proof of the lies in them was there waiting to wrap around him, if he wasn’t already buried in that warm, fuzzy, living chest.

Where Eddie’s pressed tight, now. And he…he couldn’t say what tips the scales. What changes things when nothing is different. Steve’s heartbeat’s a little faster, maybe Eddie’s gasping heavier, more of Steve in his lungs than usual. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

Whatever the reason, Eddie lets his open lips drag along Steve’s collarbone. For proximity’s sake.

“Steve?”

And Eddie’s back to feel like his heart’s less a threat like the bat tails choking than it is for the biting in half where it’s caught on his tongue, like an offering, or else damnation.

Maybe both.

“Hmm?” Steve’s hum’s a little sleepy but he’s quick to maneuver them, to face Eddie and rove eyes over Eddie’s face with fully-wakeful care; concern.

Offering. His heart’s a manic wild thing thrashing on his tongue when he makes to speak but it’s…

It’s Steve’s. His heart is Steve’s and Eddie’s lost but in maybe the best most terrifying way imaginable; Eddie is beholden to Steve with all of him, and if the ungainly pulp shaking out of his ribs and up past his throat’s going to fall out with the words he has to whisper, well.

It’s Steve’s, and whether he feels anything at all in return, he’s been more than the word kind knows how to hold; maybe he’ll be gentle with it even in rejecting how it shakes, for him.

Kinda, just for him. Like this: just for him.

“What is this?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t gesture or look anywhere but in Steve’s eyes but: their hands are still linked, and his fingers twitch without him meaning to move them at all but Steve.

Steve grips tighter. Steadies him with question; immediate.

“Trauma,” Steve huffs a little, humorless, but his breath’s so near, so warm: “or so they tell me.”

“No, I mean,” and Eddie’s shaking his head then because; “yeah, yes, definitely that, but,” and Eddie can be brave, he has to be brave because if he’s not brave this will maybe break him: the middle space without an answer, he needs some kind of answer—

“I mean this,” and now Eddie forces himself to tighten his fingers, and presses into Steve closer: Steve’s heart isn’t wild, but it’s not calm either. It’s not sleep-slow. It’s…untamed.

Eddie doesn’t know what it means.

But Steve looks at their hands, pulls Eddie’s fingertips through the curls on his chest, starts tracing Eddie’s nails from cuticle to tip.

“I’ve never been good with subtle,” Steve barely breathes, and his heart’s faster for it, where Eddie can feel; “or moving slow,” and then he laughs; it’s not humorous now either, more self deprecating, and Eddie…Eddie doesn’t like that.

Eddie loves this man too much.

“Kinda notorious for wearing my heart on my sleeve and all,” and Steve shrugs, only pauses the motions of their hands for half a breath, less than a heartbeat at the going pace. It feels too small for something so…significant.

Something precious like that.

“Easy to get stomped on,” Eddie finds the words tumbling out, almost aggrieved; he heard the rumors, even among their friends, their family but faced with it so stark like this, naked chest to chest, it’s…unthinkable.

It hurts, just to think of.

“Yeah,” Steve exhales; fucking…Eddie thinks that sounds resigned: “I know.”

Eddie doesn’t expect the whine that escapes him, a little jagged on the frantic pulse he can feel all in his teeth; he doesn’t expect it, but it’s not big enough. It’s not deep enough for the ache in him at that…acceptance, that expectation of hurt.

“I didn’t,” Eddie starts, desperate for him to know; however this plays out, Steve cannot ever, ever believe his heart isn’t…isn’t the most invaluable gift in, in—

In any universe. Any dimension. Across any existence at all worth knowing.

He doesn’t think the words he knows could do the sentiment justice, though. And words, shit: he should be good with those but, even if he knew the right ones. Hell just fought up his still-pounding heart with a flail and that’s…

He grabs Steve's hand tighter, fit to break bones: the need unquestionable.

He hopes the want, the devotion in him translates just as clear.

And then, oh holy fuck—then.

Steve holds back just as hard.

“I wanted to try to keep the ball in your court,” Steve exhales, shaky; and Eddie knows, he knows they’re on the same page. Steve’s heart’s so fast. Eddie’s is faster.

“I told you,” Eddie starts, more like he’s trying to figure it all out for himself more than arguing anything but, how could Steve had thought Eddie didn’t, how could—

Why would anyone trust Eddie with any kind of sports-oriented ball—

“With the shower, and—“

“I’m not that guy anymore,” Steve barely whispers; “you might’ve had a crush on me then but now I’m,” Eddie feels Steve swallow; hears his heartbeat maybe skip; “I think, I mean, I hope I’m a different person.”

Eddie has to breathe at the notch in Steve’s throat for a couple seconds, maybe minutes; this…this sounds like…like maybe…

“And just because the ball’s in your court,” Steve’s pulse kicks up, and up, and—

“Didn’t mean my heart wasn’t still held out for the stomping,” and he’s twirling Eddie’s hair, he’s twirling his fingers through Eddie’s hair while he talks about the impossible possibility of, of what: Eddie…not wanting, of Eddie doing the stomping—

Eddie can barely swallow.

“You saying you wouldn’t help bathe all your friends in similar circumstances?” he mostly kinda squeaks; he can barely hear over the rush of his own blood.

“I’m saying not all of them,” there’s a little smile in Steve’s voice, but his pulse is still knocking against where Eddie pressed into his neck; “but I wouldn’t be risking my heart for it either way.”

And Eddie…Eddie thinks he’s maybe dying, for real this time. He thinks maybe he’s never felt alive before this moment, ever.

He blames the confusion, for not thinking through his next words.

“Would it be too not-slow,” Eddie mouths against the pulsepoint jumping at him, fit perfect to his lips; “or unsubtle, if I said I thought I was in love with you?”

He might not think the words through, but hell if he regrets them for a goddamn second.

Not when Steve doesn’t move to pull away, doesn’t let go at all, holds on tight—but the pulse against Eddie’s lips redefines what it means to hammer, to race.

Eddie starts thinking about turning, looking Steve in the eye and hoping to find what he…what he thinks he’ll find but there’s still a part of him that’s scared, that’s not brave, that’s…

But then Steve’s moving, raising up to meet Eddie’s gaze: so bright in the middle of the night, in the pitch dark. Lips open, breathing heavy, their chests still flush but now Steve’s reaching, framing Eddie’s face and just…looking.

Nah, no: staring.

“Steve?” Eddie thinks it’s more a matter of his lips moving than of sound coming out, especially as he tries to follow the pad of Steve’s thumb as it traces the corner of Eddie’s lips, careful, so careful, like Eddie’s glass and wonder all at once and—

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

And then Steve’s leaning in, then Eddie’s learning that Steve tastes like leftover toothpaste and some kind of spice they hadn’t eaten, that Eddie doesn’t know: thinks, believes is what dawn tastes like, the breaking of day itself in Steve’s mouth, his veins.

They move slow, slick, tongues less exploring and more kinda worshipping; Eddie’s been kissed harder and faster and deeper for the technical definitions of any of the terms but he’s never felt so dizzy, so spun from the axis of his world, the line that splits his heart in halves; never like someone was tongue his soul out gentle to weigh and bathe in, like, adoration.

Eddie doesn’t have a word for how it steals his breath.

“Hey,” he tried to gasp anyway when they break apart for air; “hey, Stevie?”

“Hmm?” Steve hums, running the line of his nose up Eddie’s jaw, and Eddie throws his head back, shivers when Steve licks at the fading scars as he goes. When he makes it to kiss Eddie’s temple—because now he means to, or maybe he always did and, oh, oh shit, what if he always did—then he leans back and looks at Eddie, and there’s…

There’s so much in those eyes. It makes Eddie feel…almost-brave.

“What if I took the ‘think’ out?”

Steve tips his head, fucking adorable.

“Whatcha mean?”

Eddie swallows, and soaks up that gaze some more: almost-brave.

“I said I think I’m in love with you,” Eddie exhales; “what if I said that, but I took out the part where I say ‘think’?”

And oh wow: he’d thought, he’d known Steve was some inexplicable light before.

He’s putting their whole galaxy’s suns, every one of them Eddie doesn’t even know—the way his eyes shine and his smile beams puts every goddamn one of them to shame.

And Eddie doesn’t expect it, exactly, when Steve gathers his hands again and crushes them to his chest just to murmur low:

“Then I’d say this is yours to do with whatever you’d like,” and he moves Eddie’s palms to cup around the beat that’s still so fast and hard but not pulled taut anymore, closer to sugar high, or a rubber ball ricocheting around the ceiling just for the joy in it; “stomping included,” and he smiles for it like a joke but…but Eddie would never so—

He leans in and this time he captures the lips, and he presses hard, dares to nip at Steve’s lower lip and bite out:

“Never,” and he meets Steve’s eyes, watching them dilate impossibly in too little light and he just, he just…

He falls into Steve, presses his cheek close and, and feels him. Somehow all of it’s new.

“You okay?” Steve eventually asks, but doesn’t pull away, just slides a hand up the line of Eddie’s spine to steady, to keep him like there’s a question of Eddie going anywhere but here every again; and then just leans into Eddie’s cheek, magnetic-like.

And okay is such a foolish, insignificant word. Eddie could hold the weight of the earth ten times over, he feels strong enough; Eddie could swallow the stars and it wouldn’t matter because he has his own sun right in front of him.

Eddie doesn’t know if he understood the word happy before this moment, and every synonym for it that means the exact same thing’s a lot like okay: just too fucking small.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, and breathes Steve in so deep his lungs kinda shake for it before he breathes back out; “yeah, sweetheart,” and fuck, fuck—Eddie Munson’s not just in love.

Eddie Munson is loved in return. Eddie Munson loves, and is loved back. That’s…that’s just…

“I’ve never been better.”

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theartfulpossum · 1 month

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Life advice for when you’re very eepy ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ💤🪦

#eepy #hand embroidery #opossums #opossum meme #meme art #fake your death

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ruribibi · 3 months

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free emojiz !! ♡

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩♡୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚🫧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⋆⑅˚₊‧₊˚✩彡☆⌒(ゝ。∂)☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★๋࣭ ⭑⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･₊˚⊹♡₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.౨ৎ₊ ⊹˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚𖦹✧˖°.‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ೀ🍓🍰ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ🍥.𖥔 ݁ ˖૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗★₊˚⊹ ᰔ☆✮༘⋆꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🎀ᐟᐟ☆🧁‹𝟹˚୨୧⋆｡˚⭐⟡𓀐𓂸⋆｡° ✮🍮✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮⊹˚. ♡⋆｡˚-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆⩇⩇:⩇⩇🥞‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗🐾🥞🎀( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹(๑>؂•̀๑)🐾🥞🎀ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡🍮🦴ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🐾🍮🦴ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🐾୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🍥 彡 ୧ ˚.୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡(๑>◡<๑)(๑>◡<๑)(๑>◡<๑)꒰୨୧꒱꒰୨୧꒱⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨୧˚。°˖ ʚ🍓ɞ ꒦꒷⩩🫀°•`^☆🦴.°`•🎀୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ ⋆˚🐾˖°🍰🌸⭐️⋆˚🐾˖°🐾🎀☆🍮🎀🦴🎧☆(๑>◡<๑)୭♡ᵎᵎ 🍮🐇🎀🎧🦴🐾🧠🍟💤૮꒰ ˶ˊᗜˋ˶꒱ა🍮🎀 🦴🐾🍟 🧁🎀🍭🍦🍥🍮🐹🍶💤🧷🥣👛🦴🌀🥄🥞💢🧁 💢🎀🩸👛🐼🐾🧟‍♀️⚰️🐹🍮🕷️💤🌀🍳🪓🐶🫁🐎🍟🥄🦴🌈🥣🪦🍓🍖🎒🧠🎸🥩🍥🌸🍧🍡💌🐾⭐꒰⑅ •̥ ꒳ •̥ ⑅꒱ ·° ୭ 🍮 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᵎᵎ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 🍮🦴ʚ🍓ɞ🎀🎀🐾🍮💕🐾. • 🎀🍰🐾 • .

#jojifuku #kawaii #yumekawaii #yumi kawaii #kaomoji #cutecore #kawaiicore #kawaii kei

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cgsunny · 10 months

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hello, here is a bit about me! 🍒 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sunny . 18+ . any prns . caregiver & therian 🌸 this is a completely SFW blog.

dms open | anon asks open | requests open ↳ anon/ask/request guidelines

you can call me mama/dada/baba, bubba, mama/dada/baba sunny, mama/dada/baba bear, etc! i am okay with any kind of gendered terms.

i am pretty easygoing. if something makes me uncomfortable i will let you know.

this is a safe space! all ages are welcome to interact with my content as long as you meet my byf/dni criteria.

this is a system friendly blog!

i often use pet names such as darling, kiddo, lovely/love, dear, honey, sweetheart. if any of these make you uncomfortable please let me know!

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asks have the tag - sunnyanswers

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if you see something, say something. i do not condone anything that goes against my DNI and i do not always have the ability to moderate every comment, reblog, like, etc. if you see nsfw content or something that makes you uncomfortable please tell me. this can be through an anon/ask or a pm.

☀️ my post schedule !! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

very sporadic right now, as school has gotten incredibly busy! however, i will try to respond every 2-3 days for asks.

new posts come and go depending on how busy i am. i apologize!

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fortheturnstiles · 2 days

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Little red rider, 🚂 ride on the railroad 🛤️There she goes ➡️ Little red rider, ride on the railroad 🚂🛤️ Wave goodbye 👋🏻 So long sunshine, ☀️😢 ride away I know you'll come back 🤚🏻 someday And relax my mind 🧘🏻😌 Little Miss Red's asleep 😴🛏️ on the railroad 🚞 There she goes 😿 Little Miss Red's 💋 asleep 🥱💤 on the railroad 🛤️ No one knows 🤷🏻‍♂️ That little Miss Red 💃🏻 is little Miss Blue 😨🌀 And she looks 👀 a lot like you 🫵 around the eyes 👁️ Nobody was home ❌🏠 in time ⏰ Oh, nobody 🫥 was home 🏠 in time ⏱️ Nobody was home in the time 🤷🏻‍♂️🏡 I called home ☎️ Somebody said they all had drowned 🌊😣🪦 Bye bye, sweet miss, give me one kiss💏 And then I'll go 👉🚶🏻‍♂️‍➡️ Bye bye, 👋🏻 sweet miss, 👩 give me one kiss 💋 Don't let it show 🙂‍↔️✋🏻 Then turn ↪️ your brown eyes 👁️ to the wall Was that message there before? 📝🤔You were so wise 😇 Bye bye, sweet miss, 👋🏻❤️👩 give me one kiss 😚💋 And then I'll go 🚶🏻‍♂️‍➡️ Bye bye, sweet miss, give me one kiss 😘 Don't let it show 🙈 Then turn your brown eyes 👁️👁️ to the wall Was that message there before? 🤨❔You were so wise 😌🧠

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zero-templates · 1 month

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† Gothic blue alter template ! 🧿

˓ for a ciel phantomhive fictive, please like and reblog if using, pro / endos dni : read my pinned before interacting or using

˓ text to copy and paste is under the cut and in comments, don't remove the credit !

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**: name** **: 🕸️ age** **: gender** **: 🕸️ orientation** **: birthday**

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀†⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

**: role** **: 🧿 type** **: source** **: 🧿 anp or ep** **: fronting status**

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀†⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

**: gendered terms** **: 🪦 likes** **: dislikes** **: 🪦 species** **: appearance**

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀†⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

**: hobbies** **: 💤 questions** **: interaction status** **: 💤 boundaries** **: notes**

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ( ´ཀ` ) ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝ ۫ *ᵇʸ ᶻᵉʳᵒ⁻ᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ*

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mothfinite · 4 months

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you n infinite learning to dance together maybe? or sonic.exe hugging you super tight hehe

dancing ! (i am not good at it)

bonus: fucjing getting him saturday

#anonymous #self ship #oc x canon #self ship community #safeship #f/o #꒰ scribbles.png ꒱ 🖍#🔻💤phantomlullaby.ship #🔻infinity.rom #💤moththeragdoll.zip #💿🪦hideandseek.ship #💿tooslow.rom #🪦ghost.zip #꒰ youve got mail! ꒱ 📧

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selectivechaos · 5 months

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🪦💤 anon came back!

i'm sorry for being so inactive, i just got hospitalized and forgot that the blog existed, sadly they didn't give me a diagnosis cause "i'm not bad enough", i really missed ya and yar posts! ily/p

hey 🪦💤 anon! i hope you’re doing okay, being in hospital sucks. plus i have many thoughts on the “not bad enough” for diagnosis thing cause on the one hand i guess it’s useful to have classifcations for what counts as a disorder. but on the other hand it can get really really arbitrary and lead to people not getting the help they need. plus lots of ppl already have cognitive distortions that tell them they’re “not sick enough” to deserve help so it sucks when medical professionals reinforce that belief. you’re always welcome on my blog anon, and i hope you know you’re valid. take care! :) - chaos.

🌹🌹🌹

#🪦💤 anon #anon ask

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narcissisticpdcultureis · 6 months

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claimed signs offs:

-🫖

-☔

-🛸

-☕

-🥩

-🥃

-👾

-♠️

-💫

-🐾

-💌

-🫀

-🍄

-🦊

-abraham

-🧪

-T

-angel

-j

-hiroyuki

-🦷

-🎭

-🌃⛓

-💖

-🔱

-🎀🎉

-🥨

-💥

-🧪🕊

-🍃

-ghost

-🌠

-☁️

-🔪

-🐾🌼

-🌾

-🛏

-❤️‍🩹

-🦋

-💫✨

-lotus flower emoji [doesn't appear on our phone </3]

-👁

-🌤🍌

-☣️

-🍷

-☎️🌹

-🐛

-🍼

-🪖

-🐢

-🦉

-🌕🥃

-🫁

-🎠

-🌑

-🍰

-👑

-🚬

-☾

-🍷

-bubbles emoji [doesn't appear on our phone </3]

-🎀🦈

-🔥

-jar emoji [doesn't appear on our phone </3]

-🧪💫

-hal

-e.r.

-🌐🛸

-👑🐍

-furi

-🦆🦆🪿

-🎻

-⚙

-🌫

-🦪

-🧸

-🚀

-🏍

-🪦

-🃏

-🪽

-⚔

-🦖👑

-👑🦇

-🦷🫀

-🌞

-🌺

-🧁

-🍒🌸

-🪓🎀

-otacon

-🦂

-🖤

-💸

-🎧🦎

-❄

-🫐

-🌷

-🐦‍⬛

-🕸

-🦐

-🖥️

-🐲🐍

-🧟

-🦷🦴

-🦇🪦

-🍂

-☃️

-∰

-🥀

-🐍

-🐉💥

-🔷️

-🪼

-😻

-🤷

-🦜🪶

-🍄🧫

-🩻

-sel

-🕷🍒

-mr. t

-🌐⚔

-protagonist

-❔

-ax

-valentine

-:3

-🍛

-boss/anderson

-💒

-⭐🐾

-🖤✨

-🌥

-🐉☢

-💫 viscera

-🍦

-💉

-🐀

-🐶🐾🍃💨

-💥🧨💥

-🏐♟️

-⭐🌙⚡

-⚧️

-soup

-🥀🫀

-xz

- 🏆👒

-🪽👁

-💼👓

-🐺💜

-🪡

-🌸

-🍑🍖

-🥀🥩

-👑🥀

-❄🐺

-🎃

-🦇⚠️

-🦚

-💎

-🛥

-ℹ

-🩸🛁

-queenie

-📚🏚

-🐍☀️

-zero✩

-🌧hydra

-insanity♠️

-🌸🐉

-✗

-spiral

-🧃🪡

-📓🧪

-🌌👁

-☄‽

-🍰💜

-🌳

-🫀🫁🩸

-🩷

-🧁💭

-♛

-🏳️‍🌈

-🐺🪦

-🐍👑

-🧟‍♂️

-achilles👑

-🌨

-cedar

-🐍☀️

-king👑

-🪦🧸

-⚰🎀

-🐙🐝

-🪐🫀

-🌴🌈

-💗🎵

-🐈🔥

-🍄🫀

-🐾🥩🩸

-🫀🗡

-⦻

-🩻✝️

-🎪

-🍪🥛

-🐾🐈

-spike

-🍭

-⚠️📞

-💿🎸

-🕊

-🕯🫀

-🎼

-🕯️🏛️🪽

-🚬☕️

-🎒🌲

-💤🦜

-🪡

-☀️🕊✨

-LL⭐

-♾️

-💙💊

-🩸♱💋

-void

-🏙

-🩷🤍🩷

-🧣🍆

-star

-🍄🌺🏹

-👑🎻

-👽✌

-di

-🫶🧬

-☀💛

-🐛

-🔮🪄

-🦕🌊

-🪐

-🦋🔪

-🦷🌫

-🦜👁

-vanitypup

-feral

-🏮

-🕷

-🃏💉

-🍎

-😽

-💢

-🌙💞

-💾

-🕸🕷

-★🦷🌫

-starboy

-🔌

-🪽🫀

-❔🦢

-master frown💪

-dango

-🌂

-🎲🌃

-🎀

-🦷★

-solar

-⌛️

-mischa

-vandal

-🪶

-foxglove

-🎧🪽

-🩸❣️

-☣️🏮

-walmart logo

-🤖

-cypher

-⭐💫

-🎮🪶

-🐇🎀

-✨💚

-📺

-🐑💫

-ark

-🌱🍓

-🦉🌙

-🫀🐰

-⭐️🦔

-🌻🪼

-🍖

-⚡💀

-😵‍💫

-📺⚡

-sin

-z

-untitled

-🪰

-🖤🗝

-⌨

-🌋

-🩸📦

-🔥🧷

-🦐🕹️

-hex🩻

-oupy

-☀️✨

-🪐🫀

-🖨

-lamb

-🍑

btw an emoji not appearing on our phone doesn't mean you can't use it, it just means we'll have to copy and paste it because it doesn't appear in our emojis by itself lol the only time you can't use an emoji is if it just straight up appears as that square (you know the one) in which we'll inform you

#not culture

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