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luckykiwiii101 · 4 months

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Okay this is outrageously easy. The way I overcomplicated everything is ummm embarrassing but we move…

So I just really thought and took in that I don't have to put anything on a pedestal and tire myself out I should just stick to that “idc” mindset I have. I was manifesting waking up in the void since I wanted to experience it (and probably manifest my dream life through it) and I was like it's literally nothing, not that deep. Before I would affirm and vaunt many times, visualise and I’d experience that feeling of fulfilment and knowing multiple times until it felt natural. Then yesterday I basically just left it all alone since I already did everything (even when I didn't have to) so it's basically inevitable for me to get what i want, there’s no point in doing anything more now (also methods made me feel like i was struggling to “get” and i didn’t like that). Anyway last night I woke up in the void (by literally falling asleep normally) and I didn't even freak out or anything I was just like "hm okay". I affirmed that I manifest things I want extremely fast and I wake up in the void every night, after I just chilled there for a bit.

I came across this post on how to make your desires feel natural to you i forgot who it was and I honestly can’t be asked finding it but it said to think of it this way. Let’s say many people want a certain feature you have like your eye colour or hair type/texture and they really want it, they even get hella excited or happy thinking about having it. But when you actually take the time to think about that feature you don't even give much of a reaction like you don't care as much that's cus you already have it, it's always been yours. I know I'm repeating what everyone has said and that's because that's literally all there is to say honestly. So being on tumblr scavenging for answers isn't doing anything really. everyone will just repeat the same thing but phrased differently to help people understand better and some people will get mad about them repeating themselves like….. yeah..? that's basically the answer to all your questions.

You think you’re “waiting” to “get” your desires but like it’s the other way round, your desires are waiting for you to wake up and accept that they’re already yours

So it's all just crickets and tumbleweed, if you're just sitting there questioning why you, apparently, don't have your desires. Imagine your desires are just awkwardly watching you ignoring the fact that you already have them and they’re right there in front of you. They’re probably just looking to the left and right, scratching their head. it's especially awkward when you're looking at the 3D for answers when it's literally useless and doesn't do shit, it only reflects old circumstances. That can only change when you turn to yourself or the 4D for answers, and of course any method will help but then again it all comes down to you to decide if it works. If you "want" your desires don’t dismiss what it is that "gets" you them...idk how to phrase it but just start applying and persist it's honestly too easy.

Anyway enough from me, I'm finally deleting this app right after this. This was long sorry if it doesn't make sense but this is how I understood it. To summarise you're all that's left to"getting" your desires. Think of it as having a breakdown over not being able to find your glasses or hair tie but turns out you're wearing it the entire time.

Thank you Wii and all the other bloggers who take the time out of their day to help others with all of this. Take care of yourselves!!

THIS IS AMAZING!!! I’m SO proud of you!! SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY APPLIED WHAT THEY KNEW AND NOW LOOK AT THEM!! you deserve this so much honestly i’m beyond happy for you!

Also i REALLY love the way you put yourself on the pedestal by saying that your desires are waiting for YOU and not the other way round.

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nipuni · 6 days

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Time for an old school blog post, Hello!

Just various updates about life and shows and clothes and some photos! Adding a read more cut because I talk too much 😊

Happy equinox everyone!! The mild weather has been wonderful for daily park walks. We have been taking our meals outside as often as we can to make the most of it before summer scorches the land and all life. The longer days allow for a lot more wandering too but the imminent return of the heat is also making the longing to move up north worse by the day. We miss the choppy ocean and seaside cliffs 😭 We love the silence and the rain and the nippy sea breeze!! it's like being suspended in early spring for half the year and a rainy autumn the other half, Ideal if you don't mind humidity, but that's what wellies and flat caps are for. We have been looking for properties to rent to show up everyday so for now we lie in wait.

Speaking of nature, a few months ago we discovered a free app called Plantnet that you use to take and upload photos of plants, trees, flowers and it will identify them for you. You keep a log with their locations and can share them too to help contribute to each local biodiversity database. It feels like a pokedex for plants. There are many apps like this one to choose from too. It's been so fun learning what all these plants are called and memorizing them! I recommend it, is like a little educational side quest to take on while stretching your legs and getting some fresh air. This is not an ad I promise lmao I just think it's neat! kind of sad feeling the need to clarify that.

This weather is also making me want to start making outfit posts again! It's been so long since I made any!! my winter wardrobe is mostly long wool coats or capes and boots so the inspiration wasn't there but now I'm ready to pull out all my stuff back from under my bed storage and experiment again 👏 I've also been meaning to share some of Nicolas outfits for ages too so there is more variety, could be fun!

Speaking of clothes, lately I've grown more and more frustrated with how poorly most clothes fit me to the point where I'm considering learning how to make them from scratch. I usually have to take in the tops and hem the bottoms but most things I try on are just built weird even if I fix the size, or maybe I'm built weird! I think it may be both. Nicolas also said he would love to learn along with me so we will probably embark on that adventure soon. OH and on a short tangent, I got myself a sort of binder-like top that flattens the chest a bit and I'm loving it! I'm very flat already but what little bust I do have has always bothered me when I dress and I've found I feel a lot more comfortable in this type of top. I'm glad I tried it out so if you feel similarly you may want to give it a go too, see how it feels!

On the media side of things we have also been watching more of David Tennant's work. We are still very much in love with him to an embarrassing degree, you can probably tell if you follow me anywhere, my likes on twitter alone give me away alksjdf and Nicolas isn't any better! if he used social media his would look the same lmao.

Since my last report we have watched and absolutely LOVED "There She Goes" we already want to watch it again honestly. The family dynamics for all his characters are always so real and refreshing!! Their relationship with their wives especially are always so believable in every series we've seen, the comfort and camaraderie, the banter and just friendship! You can tell they enjoy each other's company, it feels true. I love it so much!!

We also watched "Inside man" which was..a very stressful mess but David was incredible as always, also very hot and very pitiful which is always great, and Stanley Tucci was on it! so that's also fun.

Then we rewatched season one of Good Omens and the first 4 seasons of Doctor Who, with all the extra content like the Confidentials, deleted scenes, video diaries and more, they are just so good!! our list of favourite episodes keeps growing, season four is incredible, we are loving all these seasons even more the second time around!! Now we are probably going to start watching either Classic Who or Torchwood, along with more of David's work. We were trying to pick what to watch during dinner the other day and Nicolas was like 'damn, David is not in this though, I miss him' and lmao same so now we just watch one show without him and one with him right after to cope 😂

OH we have also been doing more historical reenactment! Since the last one in the 20's we jumped back to Regency times. We have been putting our outfits together for a ball soon and hopefully another one in autumn in the UK 😊 1800 is the farthest back in time we've been yet so it's been fun doing research, finding pieces and learning the dances in class but also very hectic. I'll share more about this soon!

Then we also have a couple of 1900 events coming soon, so I'll be sharing more Edwardian looks as well, our favourite era!!

Anyway I think that's all for now, thanks for reading to whoever is doing so!! I know this is long and not a popular blogging format anymore but I enjoy it a lot, maybe some of you do too 🥰 I will reply to some messages soon, I'm so sorry I'm so bad at keeping up with those!! I've read them all and cherish every word 🥺 Thank you for supporting my art and shenanigans as always!! I hope you have a great week!!

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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No Cap (18+)

Short, fun little blurb about phone sex with Travis. Enjoy!

“Just tell me when to stop”, your friend Dani held her hands out, slowly dragging them further away from each other. “Stop.” She stopped just short of a foot. “Are you fucking kidding me?!?” she looked at you with disbelief. “I mean,” you closed one eye to measure with your forearm, “at least 7 inches.” “You’re fucking lying! I mean, damn Travis.” She kneeled into the couch, taking a seat next to you. “Ok, enough dick talk. What do you want for dinner?” You asked her as you pulled out your phone, bringing up the Uber Eats app.

You were hanging out with your roommate and best friend on a quiet Friday night because Travis was traveling to Tampa for a football game. You were just about to press order on your pizza delivery when Travis’ face flashed up on your screen with an incoming call. It was a picture you had taken of him at a baseball game you went to for your second date, Travis giving you a big, cheesy smile as he held up a yard long beer. It made you smile every time he called you. You and Travis had only been dating about three months, but you were head over heels in love.

“Hey!”, Travis had his phone propped on the hotel desk, sitting back in the chair, his sexy chest exposed, and you would have given anything to be running your fingers through his chest hair right now. You clenched your thighs together, squeaking out a greeting. Dani poked her head around the camera, her mouth agape at the sight of a half-naked NFL player. “Travis!”, she cried out. Your boyfriend quickly covered up his torso with a sweatshirt. “Hey Dani, what’s up?”, he replied, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. “You have any single friends as “blessed” as you?”. She raised her eyebrows, and even through the camera he could tell her eyes were on his crotch. “No, all my friends are married. With kids.” “Shame. Let me know if anything changes.” Dani walked off to her bathroom, leaving the two of you alone.

“Sorry about her.” You rolled your eyes in her direction, Travis laughing. “I fuckin’ love her, she’s hilarious. How are you?” “Okay. Would be better if you were here.” You gave Travis your best pout. “I’ve been gone a whole 24 hours and you already can’t live without me?” Travis was teasing you, but he was right. One of the best things about your new relationship was the sex, and you didn’t go more than two days without getting into bed with Travis when he was home. “This is my first away game as your girlfriend, it’s torture.” Travis’ eyes turned dark as he leaned closer to the camera. “Show me how much you miss me baby.” You quickly ran to your bedroom and locked the door, laying on the bed so Travis could see all of your body. You slipped your shorts off, throwing them over on the floor. Travis groaned at the sight of your barely-there lace thong, barely covering your throbbing pussy. He shifted in his seat, his hard cock rubbing against the tight fabric of his boxers.

You slipped your fingers down your panties, feeling your wetness as you slid your fingers through your folds. Your orgasm was already building, every touch to your sensitive core causing you to clench around emptiness. “Take your pants off, baby.” You were breathless, rubbing circles around your clit as you watched Travis stroke himself. You slipped two fingers inside your pussy, curling your fingers to hit your g-spot repeatedly as you pumped in and out. He stroked the head of his dick, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Fuck, I’m so wet for you Travis.” “If I was there I would fuck the shit out of you, no cap.” “Wait.” You pulled your fingers out, sitting up in the bed. You let out a loud laugh, Travis’ eyes shooting open at the sound. “Did you just say, ‘no cap’ while I’m finger fucking myself?” “No, I didn’t.” Travis rubbed his shaved head, trying to hold in a chuckle. You both burst out laughing, your side hurting when you couldn’t catch your breath. “You suck at phone sex, baby boy.” You pulled your bra off before pulling your tank top back down. “I’ll admit, I’m terrible, but I make up for it with the real thing.” “No cap”, you nodded your head in agreement.

“Well, the moment has passed, so I’m gonna go take a shower and go to bed.” You blew Travis a kiss as you said your goodbyes. “Wait”, he stopped you before you could hit end call. “Prop me up in the bathroom, I wanna watch you shower.”

“Sorry, bud, you’ll just have to wait for the real thing.” You winked before hanging up your phone.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Thinking about You... | JJK

Summary: Jungkook has been thinking about your future together Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k~ Warnings: No real warnings just some cute fluff and a little bit of suggestive comments. Author’s note: Just a little Drabble that I came up with last night after I had seen Jungkook live <3

I've been missing Jungkook like crazy that I feel almost a bit neglected. I know he's been busy working overseas but it seems like he hasn't really had time for me. He explained that he has a lot of things he has to accomplish while he's there but I can't help but miss him even more.

I feel like my hormones have been all out of wack for the past few days so that probably what's caused me to feel so needy, and with neediness that isn't taken care of comes insecurity. I kick my feet in frustration laying in the middle of our bed and pout for the zillionth time today. "I miss you" I say aloud hoping he might hear me.

*buzz buzz*

My train of thought is interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand next to me. I flip over to check who it might be and quickly answer without a second glance.

"Kook!" I say so happy but still feeling upset at the fact that he can't be here. "How's my girl doing?" he says with a calm tone but still smiling, happy to see me too. "I miss you" is all I can say not really wanting to say how sad I've been but he can probably tell by my body language.

"Aw baby I miss you too" he says setting the phone down on the table in his hotel room and taking a seat. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask seeing how worn down he looks. "No I skipped my meals today" he says owning up to his negligence.

"Baby! You can't be doing that!" I scold, upset that he hasn't been taking care of himself. "It's okay, we had a huge company dinner last night and I also had to go out to lunch with a few of our clients before that too so I've been eating plenty, don't worry" he says with a sluggish smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I question again still concerned for him. "I'm fine love, I promise, I'm just really tired from all the work that we've been doing here. Plus my boss said that if I finish up with all of the tasks that I've been assigned that I could probably come home a few days early" he smiles as he sees my eyes light up at the thought of him coming home.

"Really?" I question, so hopeful that that'll be the case. "Really really" he says admiring me as much as he's able to through the screen. "What time is it over there?" I ask too tired to check my clock app where I had saved the timezone he was in this time. "It's pretty late" he says simply, not giving a clear answer.

"Well shouldn't you be going to bed then?" I say now concerned that I might be keeping him up. "No no I'm okay, I wanna talk to my girl for a bit. I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to call you these past few day" he says pouting at me. "I hope you know how much I think about you" he says playing with his fingers on the table, feeling shy at his sudden confession

"Baby..." I let out about to tell him the same but he continues. "You know that I'm doing all of this for you right? You're my number one priority, don't forget that" he says tilting his head and paying close attention to me again.

"Are you trying to make me cry over here?" I say laughing as I feel myself start to tear up at his sentiments. "No that wasn't my intention but you know I think you look so pretty when you cry, especially when you're laying under me and I-" "Jungkook" I say getting embarrassed by his sudden switch up.

He chuckles a bit at my reaction and continues "Sorry love I just wanted to make sure you weren't really gonna cry" he says smiling at me cheekily. "Anyways I have a surprise for you when I come home!" he says with a big bunny smile.

"A surprise? What kind? You know you don't have to get me something every time you go away right?" I say giggling at his clear excitement.

"Trust me you're gonna want this one" he continues scrunching up his nose. "Cryptic but okay" I say and laugh it off and changing the subject.

"What have you guys been doing over there? Is everything running smoothly?" I question laying on my side and propping the phone up on the nightstand so I can lay down comfortably.

"Yeah everything is fine but I don't wanna talk about work right now, I wanna know how you're doing. What have you been up to?" he asks and grabs a mug of ice and starts to poor himself a Highball, no doubt in an effort to help him wind down.

I start telling him about the things I've been doing since the last time we spoke, I don't really get up to much except for the part time job I got not too long ago at a little boutique downtown. I insisted on getting it so I could have something to occupy my time even thought he didn't like it.

He has assured me time and time again that I don't need to work since he makes enough money for the both of us but I said I wanted to at least be able to take care of any personal expenses I may have like when I go out shopping on my own, it's the least I could do.

I'm not a gold digger and I don't intend on living off of my boyfriend even though he always tells me that he wishes I would rely on him more.

"You really like that job don't you?" he smile sleepily. I nod my head "Yeah the ladies that work there are so nice and the customers are so sweet as well! It's nice to be able to get out of the house and be productive with my time" I say and snuggle under the covers even more.

"Well what about if we decide to have a baby? Would you still want to work there?" he asks out of the blue.

"I'm sorry what?" I say jolting up and fully facing my body towards the camera. "I'm just asking hypothetically if we had decided to have a baby one day would you still want to work or would you finally let me take care of you?" he clarifies.

We've talked about having children in the past but it's been a few years since that topic has been brought up. "You want to have a baby together still right?" he asks now sounding a bit insecure.

"Oh my gosh baby yes, yes of course I do! I'm sorry you just caught me off guard that's all" I say rushing to answer, not wanting him to feel like I don't want the same thing.

"Remember though marriage first then babies" I say and he laughs at my old fashioned ways. "I know I'm just checking, we haven't talked about that stuff in a while and it's been on my mind lately" he admits.

"What made you suddenly start to think about it?" I question, curious to see where his head is at. "I don't know, I think I've just noticed a lot of young couples with kids lately and it reminded me how much I want that for us" he says starting to get a bit shy with the alcohol clearly taking it's toll on him.

"We would make some pretty cute babies huh?" I say going to lay back down. "Yeah we would" he says nodding in agreement, "I'm looking forward to the process of making one with you though more than anything" he says sporting a cheeky smile yet again. I give him a glare, clearly not amused with the taunting since we aren't able to act on it yet.

"Jeon Jungkook" I say in a warning tone, "Okay that's the last one I swear I won't tease you anymore" he says giggling clearly satisfied with my reaction.

We continue on with our call for a few more minutes before Jungkook makes his way over to his bed and mirrors me once he finally lies down. We continue on mumbling sleepily to each other before he decides we should call it a night and we end the call after a few 'I love yous' and 'sweet dreams'.

Jungkook gets up to check on the surprise one more time and crouches down on the floor to unzip his carry on bag and dig for the little box sitting at the bottom of it.

Opening it he sees the gorgeous engagement ring he had ordered for you months ago and ended up being one of the many tasks he had to carry out over seas. It worked out in his favor that his business trip ended up being in the same city that he had to go to to pick up the ring.

"Please say yes" he pleads to himself, desperate to hear your answer, but in his heart he knows that you want nothing more than to spend the rest of your life together.

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velomiu · 9 months

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How I changed my mindset ʚ♡ɞ

Hello lovelies, for my first post I'm going to explain how I changed my negative mindset into a positive one!

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Tip No. 1: Stop overthinking

You need to realise that no matter what you do, how popular or successful you are, people don't think about you nearly as much as you think about yourself. So stop worrying about "embarrassing yourself" because really nothing is that deep or that serious.

In the end you're just creating more problems for yourself, most of them not even being real problems. As the stoic philosopher Seneca once said, "We suffer more often in imagination than in reality."

Tip No. 2: Stop consuming negative content

If you're like me, you've definitely at least once scrolled on tiktok for hours watching "relatable" or just overall depressing content. Now, I'm not telling you to delete tiktok, but instead of consuming depressing and negative content (on any app) you should try consuming something positive and/or something that motivates you to get up and do something.

For example, instead of listening to a playlist like "crying myself to sleep" or "for when you're a disappointment", you should try listening to a playlist with fun and upbeat music. I know this may sound silly but, at the end of the day, the media you consume every day for multiple hours on end really impacts the way you see life.

Tip No. 3: Learning to romanticise your life

Now I'm going to use something from my real life as an example, so I don't have any friends in school, I do outside of school, but at school I feel pretty lonely. What I used to do was go to school every day and think of all the reasons why someone from my class wouldn't like me, and that made me feel very insecure.

I stopped doing that once I realised how hurtful that mindset is. Now, instead of that, I like to romanticise being alone. As it turns out, a lot of things can be romanticised. I'm not saying this can be applied for everyone, as some people really do have tragic situations and living conditions that can't and shouldn't be romanticised. But, if this does work for you, you'll find that romanticising life makes it a lot more fun and exciting.

Tip No. 4: Remember your goals

In my opinion, having a goal to work towards is what makes life what it is. For example, you're saving money for a new pair of shoes, you're thrilled thinking about the day when you'll finally be able to buy them, you're also scared that you won't be able to save enough money. When you do finally get them, though, even though you're incredibly happy, you'll also feel a bit empty, given that now you don't have a goal to work towards.

Goals are the essence that drives us in life, so whenever you don't know what to do, maybe you're bored, maybe you're feeling depressed, whatever, use that time to devote yourself to achieving whatever goal you have. It doesn't matter what the goal is, necessarily, if you want better grades, study, if you plan on losing weight, exercise, remember your goals because they are what keep you going in life. Even if nothing else has ever worked out for you, just having a goal is a great start.

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writingquestionsanswered · 4 months

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How do you have fun writing instead of taking it too seriously? I'm keeping myself from making progress specifically with nanowrimo

Keeping Writing Fun/Not Taking it Too Seriously

One game changer thing I've learned about writing in the past year is that while goals are a great way to promote productivity, giving yourself a hard time about not reaching them can actually sap motivation and destroy productivity. So, if you want to keep writing fun and not take it too seriously, I would suggest creating reasonable goals--goals that you know you can reach, or that aren't so challenging they'll be difficult to reach. Be honest with yourself about the time you have available for writing, how fast you write, how much time you might spend pausing to think or research. Then, once you have reasonable goals in place, try to reach those goals but be gentle with yourself if you fall short. Give yourself credit for what you did achieve and promise to do better the next day or next writing session.

There are also some fun ways to track your writing goals, such as apps, game boards, rewards meters, etc. For example, during a particular writing session, maybe you give yourself one M&M or Skittle for every 150 words you write. Or, maybe you buy yourself a coffee for every 1500 words you write. Some writers like to spend $20 or so on small items like pens, stickers, cute post-it notes, etc., and then reward themselves with one item for every small goal they reach.

Another thing you can do is have fun with your writing session. Write someplace fun and inspiring if you can. Put on an ambience channel or a soft music playlist. Put on some pretty mood lighting. Wear a pear of soft socks or slippers. Make yourself a cup of your favorite coffee, tea, or other drink.

Last but not least, it helps to really think about your long term goals and what you want to get out of writing now. If you're writing just for fun and a hobby right now, keeping that in mind should help keep it light. If you're writing seriously (for practice and/or toward publication), giving yourself a reasonable timeline for big goals (finishing the first draft, revision, etc.) can help you keep it light while still being serious about it.

Have a look at these posts as well:

Concentrate on Quantity at First, Not Quality Comparing Self to Others, Insecure About Writing Overcoming Embarrassment Over Own Writing Worried About Writing Style Afraid of Looking Back and Seeing Bad Writing

I hope that helps!

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en-logs · 2 years

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i love you the most. sjy

pairing - jealous idol!jake x fem!reader

summary - your boyfriend, jake, gives you the silent treatment and goes onto reply fans on weverse so you try your best to get his attention by spamming on the app as well not knowing why he's being a big baby at the moment.

genre - pure fluff, nothing serious just playfulness

wc - 1.15k

a/n: it's literally a dream that i quite had a second ago and i'm writing this as soon as i woke up with my eyes half opened and all .. embarrassing really but i gotta keep the dream as a memory somehow so this is all just word vomit and what i could remember. not proofread. my read more button doesnt work on mobile T_T

cuddling against your boyfriend's chest in the middle of the living room trying to get comfortable on the leather couch, you watched him scroll through his phone giggling.

curious, you peeked a little and notice the weverse screen that you were familiar with. "would this be a cute reply?", jake flashed you his bright screen which made you squint a little as you read 'jakey loves you too' on the comment box that hasn't been sent out yet.

"why don't you ever reply to mine," you ask sulkingly but also meaning every word you had said because he's about to begin a mention party on weverse right now while you were both supposedly going to sleep.

jake ignored you and began the chaos that was about to blow his notifications up which made you start a mini tantrum going "aaaahhhhhh", "whyyy", and the occasional "jakeyyy" while lightly hitting on his chest to get his attention with him only giggling a little as a response but keeping his straight face a second later.

wanting an answer, you pulled out your own phone to enter the weverse app and joined the engenes in hopes to get the attention of your boyfriend on the internet too.

commenting all sorts of compliments, questions, stories you could ever think of at the moment which could beat the simple 'i love you jake' from an engene which started this entire thing.

"see, look this is my username", copying his movement earlier as you shoved your phone directly towards his face. "plus you've always known it- its the one that says 'jakeyismypuppy1115'.. i need a reply please please plea- don't make me snatch your phone right now to do it", whining even further as you shake his body which was almost falling off the couch if he wasn't supporting himself.

"jakeyyyyyy~ why won't you reply to me... i wanna show it off on my fan account on twitter too pleaaaaaswwe im about to off myself if you don't," earning another giggle from him however his face remained sterned after a light cough. "it's not funny," you tried to be serious, frowning at him.

"i won't reply to you." was all he had responded.

"wha.. why..", pushing yourself further away with your palm pressing on his chest to move yourself up.

jake removed his left arm which was supporting his head to type intensively into the weverse search bar more than ever before. "because what the hell is this," not thinking much of it, you glanced your eyes to his screen.

it was your profile with the recent post dated a few days ago, apart from this moment's fiasco of you trying to get jake's attention online, the post made you cringe a little after realising what it said.

"heeseung-ah, i love you the most ! i hope you eat well, rest well, and is always happy ! i love u sooo much ure my favorite. i'll always choose you ❤️"

he scrolled down a little more to show that heeseung, who is rarely online, had replied too. "heeseungie loves you too ☺️".

it took you awhile to process it a little, and it finally hit you that you made the post after watching a youtube compilation of your boyfriend's co-member which made you all happy inside as a fan and nothing more.

you didn't expect heeseung to reply to your post either. you were joyful that he did and bragged it on twitter, but it didn't stuck into your mind forever since you technically forgot it happened. jake's reply would matter to you more.

on heeseung's side however, he and all of the other boys knew of your weverse account from how jake would always reply to yours which raised some suspicion and later confirmed when jungwon saw the app left open on your phone with the profile flashing your username.

heeseung found the comment to be sweet and endearing, he loves you like the closest friend who has always been there for his bestfriend and the team even before debut.

your reminiscing thoughts were then killed by jake pouting at you with the post still up in your face.

"jakey.. i didn't mean tha- wait i did, i think heeseung deserves all the good things in life but i love you the most more than him," trying to comfort him, not caring about the app hybe created now.

he knew that you only meant well and was happy to know that you were a good person that likes his group as a whole.

jake, still determined with his plan in making you love him more than heeseung, even though you already do, continued sulking and crossing his arms away from you, staring into the silent tv.

you hugged him as tight as the koalas he had seen back in australia and a bunch of apologies + i love yous came running out your cute lips profusely.

your boyfriend wasn't budging at all which made you even more frustrated, you knew he was just being playful though from the countless of times he tried not to laugh.

giving up, you sat on the couch as he was still laying and proceeded to go over his body and walk to the kitchen in hopes to find heeseung somewhere eating ramen to prove jake that you were both just a couple of besties.

however the area was empty realising that the entire group left the two of you alone for some privacy, and that they would rather be outside than to see any form of pda.

your brain was wired to make milo, an australian chocolate drink, for your boyfriend as another cute form of "please love me and give me attention".

it was hard to reach the mugs knowing that riki purposely made it higher for laughs and gags. a little more and you'd be able to grab the spider-man mug that belonged to your baby jakey.

like any cliché, a hand made way to your waist as you felt your boyfriend's body lightly pressed against your back reaching for the cup that you were both eyeing for.

placing the blue spider-man mug in front of you with his right hand on your side fulling back hugging you now as he whispered, "i love you" with his soft lips touching the shell of your ear making you turn your head around from the tickling feeling.

with your body finally facing him, you cupped his cheeks and stared into his sparkly eyes. your thumbs grazing his soft skin and fingers moving his unkept fringe a little from the nap you both had in the afternoon, admiring all of his features before giving him a kiss.

not knowing that your phone was blowing up in the living room from the weverse notifications you were getting.

jakeyismypuppy1115

"i will make it my life's honor to love you forever, jake."

a post you made half an hour ago making sure beforehand to make it corny as possible so he would be pleasantly surprised, and of course to make a reaction out of your lovable boyfriend.

[ENHYPEN Weverse] Jake commented on jakeyismypuppy1115's post: "i love you more ❤️"

a/n: sorry u had to read all of that imo .. but aaa i swear i had a dream abt him bc i was watching his last en-log before bed.. i love u jake

talk to me here! likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

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writtenbyaris · 4 months

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my creative writing process as a planner 🌟

the idea:

story ideas come to me at the most random and inconvenient of times. right before i fall asleep, when i'm in the shower, during my classes, etcetera. my main rule is to always write them down, whether it's in my notes app or a slip of paper or a journal... i'll forget it if i don't.

i try keeping it simple at this stage and not thinking too deeply about it, otherwise it becomes quite overwhelming. sometimes ¡'ll make a pinterest board depending on what the idea is. if it's more of an aesthetic, then i can make a moodboard out of it to help inspire me more. however, if the idea is a plot of some sort, that can be a bit more difficult.

character and world building:

this is my favorite part. once i have an idea set in stone and i'm ready to work on it, i begin building the characters and the world around it. i figure out the mechanics of the idea and how it can relate to characters and the world they're in.

at this point, i'm definitely making pinterest boards, playlists, and picrews to feel more immersed in the skeleton of the story.

i still keep it as simple as possible, and try to enjoy it. when i try juggling too many things at once, i end up wanting to abandon the project. slow and steady is the key for me :)

creating the story:

now we get down to what being a writer actually is.. transforming the idea into a story. i have to at least come up with one major plotline to start. i usually write in my journal during this stage, but sometimes i'll use notion to organize everything and keep track of it all.

oftentimes, the main plot will come to me when i'm working on character and world building. sometimes it's even the idea that first popped into my head. the story is usually influenced by dreams i've had, my own every day experiences, and other media i consume.

arcs, subplots, themes, etc:

this stage is for the smaller details that are vital for the story to flow and actually work. it's like a puzzle that's finally coming together.

for me, a story isn't a good one without arcs and themes, so those are of utmost importance. subplots are necessary to make the world more immersive, give readers insight on the characters, and keep the story naturally flowing. everything has to be woven back in to the main plot or idea, though.

i will say, this is the stage that tends to give me the biggest headache :P

zero draft:

jumping into a first draft as a heavy planner is too scary for me. so i came up with the idea of a zero draft. basically- zero expectations.

this is the backbone of my story. in this stage, i'm basically just taking myself through the steps of the story. i organize the plot and subplots into chapters, and with each chapter i go through all the beats of each scene. literally every. single. thing. that happens.

i don't usually include dialogue in this phase, but i do mention when a character will be in a conversation. all the focus should be on putting a needle and thread through the story and tying it all together.

first draft:

the first draft is somewhat easier for me because i do a zero draft. so, i know everything that will happen in a chapter and just have to utilize my writing abilities to make it rhythmic.

this is the first stage where i write dialogue, so it tends to be corny. a lot of my writing can be cliche and basic as well. that's what editing is for though!

i usually stress the most when writing my first draft, because it's the first time the story is actually being written in the format of a novel. by the end, it's not always very good either. but i do not look back at all, which means absolutely no editing until the first draft is finished.

and so on…

once the first draft is finished, then comes draft two. it's enjoyable to be able to read your own work all over again, though it's sometimes embarrassing as writing does improve with practice.

i focus on one chapter at a time-reading slowly, editing, filling in plot holes, fixing anything that changed later in the story. i try to catch as many details as i can.

usually, after as many rounds of editing one likes, the draft would be sent to an editor and beta readers. then i'd look into publishing companies (can you tell i haven't gotten to that point yet? lol)

are you a planner or a pantser?

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mariacallous · 5 months

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(JTA) — It was a slow trickle, each long press of the finger and ensuing quick tap was days and sometimes weeks apart (it’s hard to comprehend that a whole month has passed since Oct. 7), but I am here to tell you that I — a former social media manager — have removed each and every social media app from my phone.

In fact, as I was writing this very esssay, I realized I still had Threads downloaded, opened it for a minute, saw a Thread that said “Zionism is antisemitism,” and promptly deleted that, too.

I have zero desire to restore a single one of them.

What happened to me has probably happened to you, too. I saw a Tweet, a TikTok, an Instagram Story that filled me with such fury and indignation that I spent hours — sometimes days — formulating and reformulating an epic, fact-based, emotionally charged, imagined response. Imagined, of course, because I knew I’d never post it. I’ve seen so many celebrities and random acquaintances do such utterly embarrassing and harmful and reputation-destroying things in the last weeks to even dare to try.

And to be clear: I would try if I thought I could change someone’s mind and force them to see my humanity, but beyond the small, intimate, personal conversations that I can have off the apps, I feel like these enraged indignant responses only seem to silo people further.

I’ve worked in social media since 2014 — in the Jewish realm of social media, specifically. That means I’ve seen a lot of awfulness, gas chamber memes, overt antisemitism and Islamophobia. I’ve personally been told many times to go back where I came from (which, yes, is Israel, and that feels grimly funny now). Yet I’ve also believed in its power to heal, to make people feel seen, to energize activism, to educate.

I still believe that — kind of? But I’ve also never seen it this awful, this polarizing, this … honestly, unhinged. An unscientific poll of people I know seems to indicate the same thing: Social media is the worst it’s ever been, maybe because the Israel/Palestine conversation has always been so impossibly polarizing.

People are so stuck in their “side” and binary that they’re willing to share anything — without fact-checking, without making sure they’re not getting in bed with people whose worldview is dangerous, without asking themselves for a small second, wait, is this Islamophobic? Antisemitic? Completely detached from reality? Without wondering if they sound like a conspiracy theorist, or if they’re just being cruel for cruelty’s sake.

And the amount of words wasted on misinformation and meanness doesn’t even compare to the number of words some people insist on putting into other people’s mouths (or keyboards, rather) when their statement doesn’t 100% pass whatever standards they’ve arbitrarily decided it must. Beyond Israel and Palestine, we’ve been tearing ourselves apart inside our Jewish community, and that also breaks my heart.

I understand the deep grief and rage behind most posts. I’ve been enraged and grieving myself. I’ve been scared too: Of the growing antisemitism. Of the people who tell me that I and my family, because we were born in Israel, can’t be innocent civilians, that we all deserve the horrors of Oct. 7 to befall on us.

I’ve also been scared for the life of every innocent person lost and about to be lost. Around 1,200 Israelis killed, 300 kidnapped, over 10,000 Palestinian lives believed to have been taken, all unfathomable numbers. And I’ve been scared about the cycle of rage and violence and siloed indignation that removes the humanity of a whole swath of people. Because I do believe that that’s part of what got us here. And I keep seeing it evinced, over and over again, on social media.

I am — unlike many “experts” newly minted by numbers of followers or magnitude of chutzpah — not an expert of Middle Eastern politics, despite being Israeli and working in Jewish media for almost a decade. I know a lot, but I am not a politician or historian. And yet, to the extent I believe that there is a solution to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, I believe that it has to be one that takes into account the inherent humanity of all those involved. I believe that it will be human and imperfect.

I’m awed by the people who are still managing to use social media for good right now, the little spots of light — people who parse through history and reality with wisdom and empathy, well-educated veteran observers of Israel and Palestine, academics, journalists, fierce activists, who, through immense pain, still manage to retain their humanity.

Yet for me, I’ve realized being on social media is doing more harm than good. It’s keeping me further away from solutions and useful action, and closer to rage and fear. So for now, I can’t stay there.

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ink-covered-princess · 10 months

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Sometimes I get embarrassed at the things I say and do on tumblr. It makes me blush and want to hide away but somehow also makes my pussy clench. I get stressed and scared and delete the app and tell myself I’m never going to do that again, I’ll never debase myself like that again.

The issue is, that last response of mine always wins. I’m always wet and needy and my brain completely and utterly loses.

Every time I redownload the app, like today, and start mindlessly rubbing away. Not letting myself cum as punishment for thinking I could be anything other than a depraved whore.

This is just who I am and maybe one day I’ll learn to accept that or maybe I just need an older man to break me enough that nothing else could be true.

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believemetheodore · 2 years

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Rom-Communism For The Win

Ted Lasso x F!Reader

“I've got a date,” it's the first thing out of her mouth when she enters the coaches’ office. The rubber band ball Ted and Coach Beard had been tossing back and forth falls and bounces across the floor, rolling to a stop by her stilettos.

Warnings: None? let me know if you want me to add something If you know me in real life, don't read this.

A year ago, it would've been easy to laugh at the prospect of seeking meaningful life advice from a Premier League gaffer. Football had never been high on her list of priorities or interests. Of course, the sport was difficult to ignore. The passion, energy, and dedication of those involved in the sport or in the pubs cheering on their club inspired awe. So, when Keely had reached out and asked if she'd be interested in signing on to help with the growing media and marketing responsibilities, it had been a no-brainer. The opportunity to work with such a good friend had been enough of a blessing; forming bonds with everyone at AFC Richmond and being able to look forward to going to work every day. It's been a dream come true.

Richmond's highs and lows had been widely televised, and near impossible to miss in print or online. Coach Ted Lasso, admittedly, seemed too good to be true. How could anyone be so compassionate? So patient?

She'd been done for the moment she met him; Lost for words; Enamoured. The media's perception of him paled in comparison. His ability to see people for who they are, for who they could be, is as comforting as it is disconcerting. His friendship comes without conditions and provides safety from judgement, and the freedom to be one hundred per cent authentic that she fears too many people have taken advantage of.

So now, she takes a deep breath, trying to still her trembling hands as she makes her way through the locker room, exchanging playful ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you’s with the players.

Roy is the first to break the awkward silence, “and I'm leaving”.

“A date!” Ted’s quick to recover the energy, “who with?”

“That's the problem. I have no idea. I let Keely convince me to try that stupid Bantr app, and now I've got a date and no idea what to wear”.

Saying it out loud made it feel silly. An infinitesimally small concern in the grand scheme of things. But the nerves and fears had been rattling around her head all day, stealing her focus and breath.

Ted once told her that if you're worried about it, that makes it a real worry. Doesn't it? She tries to remember that now, pushing her self-induced feelings of embarrassment aside.

“Well, I ain't much of a stylist myself, but I've watched the MET gala red carpets enough times that I'm confident forming ungrounded opinions on fashion,” Ted offers.

“Twenty-Eighteen. Heavenly bodies,” Beard adds.

“Best of the best! Zendaya! Best Joan of Arc since--well, since Joan of Arc probably”.

“I don't think I'm going to the MET--” she takes another deep breath. Ted and Beard don't deserve her snapping at them. Keeping them on topic had always been a welcomed burden of conversation with them, but she's serious now. A date? A blind date? This is huge. This is terrifying.

“It's been a while since I've been on a date, and I don't want to look stupid,”

“Stupid? Not possible,” he seems genuinely shocked, “you've been talking on that app, and he wants to meet you, then what you look like has nothing to do with it. Show up looking like the paper bag princess, and anyone worth knowing would still like you for you”.

Good lord, the man always knows exactly what to say. She tries to ignore the warm relief that fills her chest; suppresses the urge to preen at the compliment. He doesn’t mean anything by it, she’s sure. But the way he looks at her feels like he’s looking into her soul. It’s nearly impossible to deny how special he manages to make her feel.

After more than a year of working with the team, she’s positive she’s half in love with Coach Ted Lasso. The truth is, it’s not the first time the weight of his passing glances, friendly smiles, gentle actions, or kind words have wormed their way into her heart. That was the point of signing up for Bantr; a hopeless attempt at believing that there might be someone out there who could ever come close to stealing her heart the way Ted had without even trying.

“This is ground control to Major Tom. Anybody in there?” Ted’s chuckle at his joke snaps her back to the conversation.

“Sorry—yeah, I was just thinking about a potential outfit!” The excuse seems to placate Ted, but Beard squints in contemplation.

“With all that focus, I’m sure it’ll be great!”

“Thanks, Ted,” she can only hope he’s right.

Sipping her glass of wine at the bar, she waits for her mystery date.

There had been several moments of doubt and hesitation. Messages to cancel the date had been typed out, only to be deleted once more. In the end, Keely and Rebecca’s tough love and unbridled encouragement won out. Outfits had been sampled and then abandoned, and tears had been shed until finally, she settled on a classic little black dress: cute, classy, elegant, it had the potential to be sexy. The dress has been a godsend; the last thing left hanging in her closet. She has to admit; she looks fantastic. It's been a while since she’s had an excuse to get dolled up, and the time she’d spent fussing over her hair and makeup had paid off. In the moments of reprieve from her nerves, she dares to let herself be hopeful.

My paper bag is at the dry cleaners, but I think everything will be alright. Thank you for your help today.

She shoots the text off without much thought. Her date is now nearly an hour late, but she stays hopeful.

That’s the spirit! Rom-communism for the win!

His response earns a smirk from her, and she’s quick to ‘heart’ it before checking bantr. Surely, if this date of hers were running late, he would’ve messaged. Right?

When another hour passes, and her messages to LondonBoi107 remain unanswered, it’s time to call it quits. She orders another glass of wine, downs it, and then nurses her third.

Prick stood me up. Let's get drunk?

Keely had told her to text if she needed anything, and she can only hope that her friend is still up.

I’m sorry to hear that.

The text arrives…from Ted? Shit. Texting and drinking never was a good combo.

I’m so sorry! I meant to text Keely. I’m sorry to bother you.

The universe doesn’t give her time to gather her thoughts or compose herself, three dots blinking on her screen as he instantly types his response.

Hey, never a bother. I’m not Keely, but if you still want company I’ve got time for a drink.

Her heart races at his response. He’s just a good friend; she knows that.

She brainstorms an array of responses, weighing the pros and cons of each message, chewing nervously on her cheek until the metallic tang of blood nips at her tongue. Finally, she settles on a simple:

Crown & Anchor.

The crowd in the pub dissipates as closing time creeps closer. The regulars entertain themselves by making five-pound wagers on their rounds of darts and disputing their scores. But, for the most part, the typically busy pub is quiet. Mae offers a compassionate smile, and she does her best to return it. No clinking of glasses or jovial conversation to drown out her thoughts. She stares at her glass, tracing the stem with her finger. What a sorry sight she must be. Just as she takes the last sip of her drink, a fresh glass is set in front of her, followed by a pint. And Ted is taking the seat next to her, his soft brown eyes taking her in.

“Hi,” is all she manages. “Hey,” he smiles, “How’re you holding up?” She shrugs, “Mae? How do we think I’m doing?” Mae laughs, pulling another pint for another customer, directing her response to Ted, “I’m out of wine”.

“Thanks, Mae!” she lets herself laugh. Ted laughs too, but the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle.

The chuckle is polite. For show. A poor attempt at hiding his concern. But he drinks his beer, all the same, allowing room for casual conversation to pass between them.

“I was hoping he’d show up,” she admits sadly after a while, “I waited three hours for him-- it’s embarrassing, really. I’m sat here all dressed up and alone”. Ted considers his words, “Maybe something came up?” She shakes her head, “I don’t think so. He should've messaged if that was the case anyway. I guess-- it just sucks thinking you’re not enough. I thought things might be different this time. Letting someone get to know me, for me. But-- sorry, I’m being such a downer”.

His hand covers hers where it rests on the counter, “You’re more than enough. And he, wherever he may be, is the only one who needs to be feeling sorry. Poor sucker missed the opportunity to meet one of the coolest people I've ever met”.

He doesn’t move his hand away right and she allows herself to settle into the comfort the warmth of both his big-hearted words, and the physical support he offers without question, so effortlessly provide. She briefly considers how easy it would be to turn her hand over, to slot her fingers between his own, and hold his hand properly. She often imagines how much simpler things would be if she could ever find the confidence to just ask him out for a drink--as a proper date, or just tell him point blank that she likes him--as more than a friend. Instead, her eyes well up as the feeling of abandonment settles back in, the shame of accidentally texting Ted and dragging him out here, and the guilt of making eyes at him while he just tries to be a shoulder to lean on sits heavy in her chest.

Mae calls out for last call, and Ted turns to her with a raised eyebrow pointing to her glass, “Did you want another? It’s on me”. “No, thank you. I don’t think I should”.

He nods, “Just the bill, please Mae”.

As patient and understanding as he is, Ted doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when it comes to the matter of settling bills. He insists on paying for her drinks, even the ones she downed while waiting. She gives in, insisting that next time they go out she owes him. He entertains the notion, but she’s sure they’ll rehash this argument then as well.

She accepts his offer to walk her home, teetering along beside him, tipsy, and nervous on the cobblestone walk ways in her heels.

“How do you feel about ice cream, Ted?” “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. One of life’s greatest joys”. “Turn left. We’re getting ice cream”.

“You won’t hear me complaining--oh! What’s your favourite flavour?” The pure, bona fide joy that the prospect brings him leaves her smiling so big her cheeks hurt.

“How am I supposed to pick a single flavour? It’d have to be a fight to the death to pick”. “Could be fun, Game of Cones,” Ted grins. “What’s your favourite then?” “Oh, I couldn’t ever pick just one,” Ted says seriously, before cracking up, “when I was a kid, there was this ice cream parlor that opened up in town-- real fancy place. Nineteen fifties style, checkerboard floors, and milkshakes with cherries on top-- and that summer I made it my goal to try every flavour combination possible. Mint chip and strawberry was a terrible mistake. But, chocolate and bordeaux cherry was a life changing experience”.

“Well then, I guess I know what I’m getting this evening”.

Conversation has always been easy between them, never had their been awkward lulls or desperate attempts at finding common ground. Instead, from day one they’d formed a natural affinity and understanding of eachother’s humour. The back and forth came without difficulty, and made deeper and more serious conversations uncomplicated for the most part. Banter-- it had always been a good foundation for friendship.

She spares a glance in his direction as they walk and talk, both of them enjoying their ice cream treats. Her eyes drift to his lips while he speaks, and she makes no real effort to look elsewhere. She’s caught herself doing the same thing in the past, but it’s alost impossible not to. How can one man be so good, so kind, so handsome? He’s the total package, and the moustache is pretty cute to boot.

It’s too short of a walk to her place, their ice cream barely finished by the time they reach her door. “Thank you, Ted,” she mutters with a bashful look down at her shoes. “Ain’t nothing to thank me for”.

“Tonight was terrible, it was pretty dark there for a minute. But, you really made it so much better. I mean it, thank you”.

He shrugs, his hands shoved in the pockets of his khakis. There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, reaching out without hesitation to wipe a smudge of vanilla ice cream off his cheek.

“Sorry-- you had some ice cream…” her sentence trails off, her hand still hovering between them. He inhales deeply, “Listen, I feel like a real monopoly man capitalizing on this moment, but I’m really glad that guy didn’t show up”.

His words catch her off guard. Oh. Oh. No, he can’t mean…right? All this time she’s thought she was alone infatuated without a hope in hell. Oh. When she doesn’t respond, Ted continues, “You look gorgeous tonight, you always do actually. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. I’m darn fool for not saying anything sooner--” “You’re pretty good looking yourself Lasso,” she teases in an attempt to shake off her nerves before saying, “truth is I only signed up for Bantr because I was scared you’d never like me the way that I like you”. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’ve got to believe that things will work out in the end, because I really want to kiss you right now”. “Ted Lasso, you can have a kiss from me anytime you like,” she confesses, letting herself lean in. He does the same.

Rom-communism for the win, most definitely.

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