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thebestofoneshots · 5 months

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what AI app/program do you use for the Gilded Constellations art?

Well, it hasn't been only one, I've actually used a couple of different apps/resources to make all the art for GC so far.

For these kinds of images, and this one I've only recently discovered, it's Bing's image creator. It's free, and it does exactly what you ask of it. It's also incredibly good at doing its job. Although I wish it had a feature that allowed me to change specific things from one picture in particular, but I end up doing that in post-production either way (on these images I made Sirius and Lily's lips smaller, changed Remus' hair colour and gave him some more bruises).

For the character looks and casting, I've used Talkie most of the time, it's a CharBot App, but it lets you create art with the bot creation tool, and I absolutely love the styles it comes up with. (But if you actually want to chat with bots, then go to Character.ai their bots are much more clever).

And lastly, I've been toying with Midjourney too, now this one isn't free, it's like 10 USD a month. And with this one, I've made these pictures. It's incredibly good at hyper-realistic stuff and aesthetic backgrounds, but it's kinda bad at following instructions in comparison to Bing or Dall·E-3. For example, I will ask for a dog and a fox in the same picture and it would straight up forget the dog altogether. Still, I like the aesthetic stuff I can create with it, it's easier than scrolling through Pinterest for hours trying to find the right thing to use a header.

Read Gilded Constellations

Disclaimer: I know the position of some people against AI art. I understand your point of view and I know it's a very delicate subject for artists. I love art, in all shapes and forms and if I had the resources to do it, I would 100% commission artists to draw every single one of my headers (I have commissioned artists in the past before), but guys, I don't have nearly half as much money to do that, and I've always dreamed of getting fanart of my works. This is my way to fulfil the dream with my own AI-made fanart. It's insane to see my characters come to life like they do in these pictures, it brings me joy. And I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but I see potential in AI, not just in image creating, but in other apps like chatbots, music bots, photo editing bots and even chat gpt. And it might be because I'm a geek, but I want to use these new, incredible tools, in the most ethical way possible, which is why I always use disclaimers.

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trulybetty · 6 months

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oct' 27 x witches

Prompt: witches Pairing: sequins!joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak au) Word Count: 2,091 Warnings: 18+, fingering, P in V, this is an established relationship so assume conversations about protection are well spoken about between the two, wrap it up folks. remember, unbeta'd here and barely read through - mistakes are my own. Summary: this one took a life of it's own! thank you @rhoorl for inspiring joel's costume! joel is a menace at tommy's annual halloween party

A/N: Sequins!Joel Reader has a nickname, which may or may not get explained at some point in the future!

x. masterlist

The warmth and clamour of Tommy and Maria’s Halloween party enveloped you as soon as you had stepped through the front door almost an hour ago. The house was adorned with meticulously crafted spider webs, glowing jack-o-lanterns and various other decorations that rivalled some of the Pinterest boards you’d curated. The couple had really gone all out for their first Halloween party hosted at their new home.

You sighed, reaching for your phone, fingers scrolling swiftly through one of the group chats you were in, trying to catch up on the flurry of messages you'd missed in the past hour of your friend's all updating each other on the Halloween festivities they were taking a part in. You weren’t at a loss for people to catch up with, but it was mostly Tommy and Maria’s crowd. However the party there was in full swing as you took in the room around you. Across the way in the kitchen was a werewolf chatting up a vampire by the punch bowl, and a cheerleader was dancing with Cleopatra to the rhythm of the playlist Tommy had specially curated for the night in the middle of the living room.

However what was missing was one Joel Miller.

Just as you were about to send him a text, you felt a presence in front of you. When you looked up, there he stood in all his glory: not more than two steps away, dressed as a baseball player. His shirt's buttons carelessly undone, revealing a deep tan that spoke of a summer spent working under the sun. The glint of the thin chain he wore peeked out from beneath his shirt. His baseball cap sat backward on his head, a strand of hair falling over his forehead. But what caught your attention most was that sly, cocky grin that's unmistakably Joel’s, a look that promised mischief.

It made you want to both roll your eyes and pull him closer.

“Well, look at you, slugger,” you quipped, putting your phone away and offering him a sultry smirk. The corners of his lips twitched, a hint of the laugh he was trying to suppress.

“I’ll take it that you like it then, Cat.” The way he always says your nickname, with that sly smile playing on his lips, always sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your stomach.

“So what inspired this look then cowboy?”

He chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thought I'd finally indulge you for one night only, since you won't stop going on about it,” he said, referencing his time on his high school's baseball team as a teenager alongside Tommy and their cousins.

“I've been trying to get my hands on those pictures for ages,” you said with a playful pout. “Even tried to bribe your cousin.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Some things are better left to the imagination sweetheart. Though, now that you've seen me in my full baseball glory, maybe I can show you a picture or two.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that a promise?”

“It might just be,” he replied with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

The evening had progressed and you’d headed to the kitchen looking for a drink before you would go looking for Joel.

Though he managed to find you first.

His voice, husky from the evening's festivities, he murmured into your ear, “You need a broomstick to ride out on tonight?”

You nearly choked on your hard seltzer, “Excuse me?” you asked, blinking up at him.

Joel chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tapped the witches hat that sat atop of your head, “It'd be rude not to offer a beautiful woman a means to get home. What kind of gentleman would I be?”

“You already wanting to head out?” you asked, taking another sip of your drink.

“Darlin',” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I wanted to leave the moment I saw you in those fishnets.”

You laughed, leaning back to allow him access to pepper your neck with kisses, “If you want we can say our goodbyes and get out of here.”

“I have a better idea,” he grabbed your hand, “come on.”

He led you across the living room, under the caution tape Maria had set up in front of the stairs to warn people off from making their way upstairs.

“Joel,” you hissed, long cotton on to his plan, “Tommy and Maria are going to kill us.”

Joel gave you a disbelieving look, “I know for a fact that Tommy and Maria have christened our house, only fair we return the favour here,” he finished with a smirk as he opened another door, happy to find it was not only empty but was indeed the spare bedroom.

Pulling you in and closing the door he had you pressed against the back of the door in no time. One hand cradling your neck while his other hand greedily ran up and down the expanse of your thigh marvelling the feel of the fishnet under his fingers.

You let out a small gasp as his hand moved higher, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. His lips found their way to yours, the kiss deepening as his tongue darted out to taste you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his shirt and pulling him closer. Joel’s hand moved to the hem of your dress, his fingers playing with the fabric before sliding under it and up your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your body against his in an attempt to hold yourself as close as possible to him as he continued to explore your mouth.

Your mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions. You felt like you were on fire, your body’s want for him overcoming any rational thought. When his fingers found their way to the apex of your thighs you felt two strong tugs, pulling you repeatedly against his chest, his mouth still on yours, before you heard the rip of your tights.

You felt the wide grin against your lips before his fingers made short work of tugging your panties to the side.

“That's better,” he remarked as his lips crashed back to yours as his fingers slid into you at the same time and you had to catch your breath at the sensation.

As his palm pressed against you, pushing his fingers to that one spot, the one that always made you bite your lip and throw your head back, the one he knew how to hit just so with his finger tips. You couldn't help but rock your hips encouraging him deeper to hit that spot just a little hard, make you catch your breath a little bit more.

You felt your toes tingling with the pleasure building up inside of you. The sounds of glass breaking and people yelling downstairs was but a distant thought as you felt yourself coming undone, your back arching further as you tilted your head to the ceiling.

As you reached your climax, you let out a soft moan that found an echo in his mouth; he was so desperate for your lips that he couldn't wait any longer.

Still in the haze of your release your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and made short work of unbuttoning them and exposing the bare expanse of his chest underneath. You marvelled at his broad shoulders as you pulled his now open shirt down his arms and threw it to the floor at your feet.

Your fingers fumbled as you tried to undo his belt, prompting a hearty chuckle from him that made your stomach flip. “Need some help there darlin'?”

He did not wait for a reply before undoing the clasp on his belt, never taking his eyes off of yours. It was almost impossible to believe that removing a belt could be so arousing, and you had to bite down hard on your lip when he finally got the belt off in one smooth motion.

“All yours darlin'.”

Your fingers reached out, the sound of the zipper permeating through the room as you methodically unzipped his pants. You could feel the warmth emanating from his body and the dusty scent of sawdust mixed with cardamom and peppermint that was quintessentially Joel. You couldn't help but let out a low whistle as your fingertips came in touch with the soft cluster of hairs at his length.

He arched one eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He was obviously pleased with himself for the effect he had on you. Getting the reaction from you that he had hoped for when he had made his choice before coming to the party.

Grabbing your hands he walked you both to the bed. The backs of his legs hit the bed, and he sat at its edge, taking his time slipping your heels off of your feet. When done his hands ran up the expanse of your legs and slowly pulled down your ripped tights and panties. Then in one swift move he was on his back with you straddling his hips.

The buzz of alcohol in your veins, the taste of him on your lips and with his eyes on yours you couldn't help but count yourself so lucky to have found a man like Joel. A man who had surprised you coming out of left field when you weren't even looking and who continued to surprise you on a daily basis.

A man who loved you and didn't care about building and maintaining a facade to win your affections. A man who loved you and could make you laugh, and who could make you smile when you thought that your world was falling apart. Someone who was always there for you without any expectations.

Lowering yourself onto him, you felt his hands on your hips as you braced yourself with your hands on his chest. His skin felt warm, and the heat from his body sent electricity through yours, sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel him beneath you, pulsing and throbbing as he gasped at the sensation of you enveloping him. He paused for a few seconds before beginning the slow rocking of his hips that made your head drop back as you picked up his pace, rolling your hips against his.

“Shit Joel…” you whispered as your breath became ragged.

“I know,” he muttered, the grin evident in his voice.

You felt him underneath you, his muscles tensing with each thrust as you both tried to find a rhythm that you both could enjoy.

“Fuck Cat…” he groaned as he tried to pick up the pace, but was growing frustrated at not being able to hit home just the way he wanted.

The bed creaked with your every thrust. You could hear your own laboured breathing. The sound of his breathing was coming out in short gasps.

Another groan of frustration and holding tight to your hips he rolled you both over so now that he stood between your legs and continuing his thrusts he found the pace he had been trying to chase enjoying the new depths he was able to achieve at his new angle.

“Oh God, Yes…” you panted, whimpering as your fingers clawed at his back, urging him on. “I'm coming... I'm coming…” you whispered to him, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you as you tumbled over the edge.

His rhythm faltered for a second, distracted by the gorgeous sounds that came from you in your release, but picking up the pace he quickly followed you over the edge as he came with a deep groan that only made you smile while your aftershocks kept running through your body.

Allowing his head to fall to your shoulder, he took in deep breaths to calm his racing heart. “Damn Ca–”

Before he could finish there was a banging of a fist at the door followed by Tommy's voice, “Dammit Joel, I know you're in there and you better not be doing what I think you're doing!”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, now only noticing the red streaks of lipstick that marked his neck, jaw and lips.

“Well this is all sorts of awkward…” you muttered.

“Nah, I've done worse to him,” he said, offering you a wink, “we've done worse.” He laughed as he helped you up off the bed.

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #sequins!joel x reader

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uroboros-if · 11 months

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Hello!! If it's not too much trouble, do you have any sites you'd recommend for fashion/outfit visuals besides Pinterest? I'm trying to cobble together some fashion visuals for the deity of eternity template but I've honestly just been fighting for my life during the past *checks clock*...... four hours 😔✊🏽

Underneath the readmore, I include both:

Fashion resources (links to posts with even more resources, lists, etc.)

How to find better images on Pinterest (Best done after looking at fashion resources!)

Resources

GENERAL resources - I was vehemently looking for a post I reblogged with stock free photos sites, but it's poofed ;; but I remember Pixabay, Unsplash and FreeImages being mentioned! Something very similar to Pinterest, but not copyright free, is WeHeartIt. These sites are very general, though, so it might be hard to find any actual fashion inspo.

European period-accurate fashion - Here is a post about a HUGE site where you can find period-accurate fashion! It also includes a link to an extremely extensive post on period-accurate fashion with resources such as books, blogs, sites, etc. My only gripe is that a majority of these resources are very eurocentric, but the post included a small non-western section for resources.

Uroboros-specific - I made a post all about the fashion of Uroboros here! This is good for finding fashion that is actually within Uroboros, but it is also great in general for finding keywords / search terms for fashion. You find the best resources by knowing the specific time period/fashion you want.

Hanfu - Traditionally worn by the Chinese, but it persists today! This is one of the fashion inspos of Uroboros. The sites suggested in this post will be more modern/inspired than period-accurate, but they are gorgeous! My preference is to use Taobao, a Chinese site for buying hanfu, but currently, I am unable to access it. Hence, this post has a list of non-Taobao shops.

Deel - traditional Mongolian clothing, also one of the inspiration for Uroboros (desert region). Mongulai is a Mongolian shop founded by a Mongolian man!

Once you find all the kinds of dresses you want, though, you might consider looking for them in Pinterest. You only need a general idea of what you want, not extensive knowledge on it--so you might not want to sift through actual books!

For that, equipped with knowing what you want, the best way to get a lot of images quickly is by

Finding things on Pinterest

Finding things on Pinterest is great for general ideas, but the best things you get on Pinterest is by being specific. I already know I want Rococo, Song style hanfu, and some paintings/vibes/aesthetic, so I'll start searching up those things.

Once I find an image I like and save it, Pinterest learns what I like and starts recommending me things through my feed that are even more accurate to what I'm looking for. And of course, clicking on that Pin will suggest other Pins like it, which sends you down the rabbit hole of finding things. This is how I get 90% of the images I have, with only 10% of it being directly searched.

Here's an example of just searching for vibes/aesthetic. I start my search with "ethereal aesthetic", nature aesthetic, and "marble statues aesthetic":

It took a couple of minutes of scrolling to find these after looking through the search results, since my search terms were relatively general.

After saving only a few images, I went back to the feed and it started suggesting me some pretty similar things:

However, when you know SPECIFIC things you want (after looking at the resources I suggested), you get even better results just from searching (in addition to having amazing suggestions from your feed).

Here, I looked up "Rococo paintings," "Mediterranean aesthetic," and "Song style hanfu":

These are pretty specific things, so they find specific things that I want! And after saving them, here is what my feed looked like--chockful of everything I wanted!

(Tip! If you want board-specific suggestions, aka only finding suggestions from a Pin board you made, go to that board and find "More Ideas"! ✨)

Closing thoughts

I hope this was all useful to you! ♥️♥️ I know it included a little more than you wanted, but I hoped it helped anyway! If you want me to help you look for things, drop me a DM, de-anoned ask (which I can answer privately to you), or even just an anon ask again, and I can help you find some keywords and resources to find. I love doing research!

Thanks for sending an ask 💕💕💕✨

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #anon #resources #writing reference #writing resources #fashion resources

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turtleduckrabbit · 7 months

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ʚɞ 7 Day Motivation Challenge ʚɞ

aka "Kenzie's Drawing Frenzy" IM SO HILARIOUS ASHSAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHH (kill me)

Howdy hey tumblweeds, I'm back for my monthly revival!

It seems that after the terrible and crippling lack of motivation, I have FINALLY decided on a lovely way to pass the time AND give myself motivation to finally DRAW SOMETHING! Oh and as a bonus I get to post it on Tumblr so that's yumtastic!

I've compiled up an official 7 day prompt challenge for meself (and others too if they *also* need the motivation!) after scrolling through Pinterest for an hour for ideas!

I've also made the lovely lovely decision to let this be the unofficial official introduction to one of my OCs who has been hiding in my basement for the past 3 or so years! Who are they? What are they? Are they a (god forbid..) simp?! You'll have to find out~ (yes, it's still Undertale related, since this *is* an Undertale Blog!)

Challenge will last from (9/24) -> (9/30) but that's just for me personally~!

₊ ⊹ Day 1 - Normal ₊ ⊹ Day 2 - Adult/Child ₊ ⊹ Day 3 - With Other OC ₊ ⊹ Day 4 - Cosplaying (as any character) ₊ ⊹ Day 5 - Different Color Palette ₊ ⊹ Day 6 - Going through a "Phase" ₊ ⊹ Day 7 - Free Draw

I hope you guys follow along with me on my veryy small mini quest and I hope after this, I will begin posting more Ship Kid+Undertale Content! Take care~

#mod kenzie #undertale au #7 day art challenge #art prompt #art challenge #“this is kenze and ur watchin bisney channel”#9/24->9/30 #motivation challenge #my art #oriana #shiro

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krissyisstudying · 8 months

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How I study while ✨Mentally Ill✨

I have been mentally ill for quite some time now, and I am learning every single day new ways to be able to deal with it so that it doesn't become too much of a hinderance. I have always been very open about the fact that I struggle with depression and anxiety, even with my teachers and tutors, so that they are able to support me in any way that they can. But I need to be able to take accountability for myself. So, over the past couple of years, I have been trying my very best to keep up with my studies no matter my mood or state of mind. Here are some ways I make sure to keep up with my studies

Passive vs Active Study

I understand that I have different energy levels at different times, and that it is sometimes very difficult for me to be able to do much in the way of study. So when I am feeling low, I lean more towards passive study techniques, such as re-reading my notes or my lecture slides, or listen to lecture recordings. When I have more energy, I will focus my efforts more on active studying, such as hand writing summaries of information, actively researching to teach myself more, and working on my assignments.

Increased Rewards

I struggle with motivating myself, however, I am easy to please. I have worked out over the years what I like doing as a reward for studying. I enjoy quality time with my friends, and I like going for walks and feeding the local ducks. Any rewards that cost money, I have to plan well in advance as I am trying to be strict about my spending habits, so going to buy myself a coffee at the end of every study session is unrealistic for me. So I will try and plan to study for a set amount of time, then go spend time with my friends, or go outside for a few minutes and just enjoy the fresh air. But whatever I chose to reward myself with, I make sure I do reward myself often, otherwise I will lose focus on my work too easily as there is no dopamine hit.

To-Do Lists

I love lists. I have lists everywhere through my phone, my notebooks, pinned to my wall. Anywhere I can put a list, I will. And I love to cross things off those lists. I have a checklist of everything I need before I start studying, and being able to cross things off helps improve my mood to then start studying. And knowing that, once I finish my current task, I can cross it off my list, is so motivating to me. I have lists for everything I need to do in the morning, everything I need to do in the evenings, random tasks I want to complete each week. Anything that can be listed, I will.

Accountability Buddy

Study Buddies!!!! I have managed to actually get some friends in on this, too. I have been body doubling for my friends while they study, meaning we all just sit at the same table and do individual study. We have been able to sit there for hours. And then at the end, we have a little celebration about how much work we got done. I've held friends accountable, so they don't finish the study session before they finish writing their assignments, and I know that they would do the same for me (this is a new one I've been trying so no proof yet)

Studying in Public Places

Libraries! Cafes! Dining Hall! Anywhere I can where there are people around but they won’t talk to me is actually amazing. When I am sitting in my room, there is absolutely no pressure to actually get anything done. I can make myself as comfortable as I want, and I can put on whatever music I want, and I can be relaxed. Which does not work when I need to focus. So I will go and sit in libraries, or in cafes, or, because I am in a residential hall this year, I have been sitting in the dining hall. The slight pressure of the people being around means that I am less tempted to scroll through Pinterest for hours, and I am less likely to pick up my phone. This is something that I never thought would work for me as I have always found in the past that I am so hyper-aware of everything around me, that people might be judging me, but I have recently adopted this attitude of "I am me, so what?" and it has changed how I approach public settings, including studying.

Pomodoro Timer

This is another one that I never thought would work for me. I don’t know why, but when I first heard about the pomodoro method, my first thought was “that wouldn’t work for me. I will study in whatever bursts I can and I am able to take reasonable breaks” then I realised that I was lying to myself. I tried the pomodoro method once, and haven’t looked back. I use a 30:8 ratio, which works great for me. I am definitely a reward-driven person. So knowing that after a set amount of time, I can take a break, helps me focus so much more.

Reblog with some of your study techniques What works for you and your friends?

#krissyatschool #studyblr #study #school #study space #study with me #university #study blog #studywithme #long post

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izorazone · 1 year

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the curse of the wife beater

a satire huening kai horror story because im insane

It was way past my bedtime. I knew that because my alarm went off hours ago. Despite this fact, I scrolled through my Pinterest mindlessly. My eyes tiredly glazed over the array of random Asian men the algorithm had recommended to me. I was just about to turn my phone off when something caught my eye...

A picture of Huening Kai. I mean, I had seen pictures of him before but... that tank top he wore made me laugh. "Wife beater" is what my friend Gloria called them. Someone as cute as him wearing something like that? Pfft...

I peeked at the clock, 11:21PM. It was getting late. I quickly saved the picture to my gallery and went to sleep, silently giggling to myself at the image.

I remember tossing in my sleep, I could hear Kai whisper in my ear. "You think it's funny? Wait to see what I have in store for you." I knew I was dreaming, but I swear I could feel his warm breath on my ear and his weight shift on my right side as he crawled into my bed to torment me.

I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to deal with this stupid dream anymore.

Sooner or later, the sound of my blaring Talk that Talk alarm filled my ears. I jolted up, rubbing my tiredness out of my eyes. I didn't want to go to school but I knew what I had to do. I ended up getting ready for school, nearly falling asleep about three times in the process. I quickly grabbed a container of yogurt and ate it quickly, tossing the container into the trash. I slipped on my shoes and left out of the door, beginning my on-foot trudge to my least favorite place on Earth. My backpack felt a dozen times heavier and my shoes felt tight.

When I was close to the building I swear I saw Kai across the street, staring dead into my eyes. But when I blinked, he was gone. Man, I should've taken melatonin. I walked into the building and shoved everything into my locker. I was already late and I couldn't waste any more time with my hallucinations. I grabbed my book and went to class.

I sat in my usual seat, next to Gloria. Soon, the teacher came in. "Good morning class!" I was already half asleep. "We have a new student today!" My head jolted up like the Black Mamba when it senses it's newest meal. Just when I thought my day was going bad enough.

A boy walked in..I have to be hallucinating.

Kai, that same wife beater that haunted my dreams on full display. I felt sick. "He's so cute!" Gloria practically squealed. "Are you kidding? He... I had a nightmare about him. And he's a Korean celebrity!"

I gasped awake, seeing we were in the middle of a lesson. It was just a dream. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Gloria asked, looking up from her workbook. She was already getting on my nerves.

"Yeah... It was stupid." I daydreamed throughout the rest of the lesson. Gloria said that she was gonna give me the homework answers so it didn't matter.

The school day went by fast, memories of the night before and my hallucinations disturbing me. When I went to the bathroom during the passing period, I saw him in the mirror behind me. At lunch, I was afraid to eat because I thought he had poisoned me. All of this was because of a random image I thought was funny.

I went back home, collapsing onto the couch. "Why is this happening? Am I going crazy?" I cried to myself silently. I took out my phone and went to my gallery, deciding to rid myself of this curse. All I saw was the same image, over and over again. I dropped my phone, the screen turning into a green web of cracks.

I screamed, panting heavily. "Honey, what's wrong?" My mom walked into the living room, a concerned expression on her face. "I've been hallucinating so bad today, Mom!" I yelped, grabbing onto her work scrubs since she was a nurse.

She allowed me to skip school for the rest of the week, but she sent me to a therapist. After hearing about my issue, the therapist suggested that I go to a mental health facility.

The facility blamed it on my phone usage. When I got locked in the room I looked down at the socks they gave me. Why have I been cursed? I thought.

I looked up. "You thought you could get rid of me that easily? Pathetic."

I cried for the last time.

SHOUTOUT TO MY BEST FRIEND @c0sm1c-f3l1n3 AND THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. (This isn't supposed to be well written it's just meant to be silly and stupid think 2013 Wattpad)

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books-and-catears · 2 years

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me: on my daily tumblr scroll reblogging images & works that remind me of the obm cast treating this site like a second pinterest amongst a storage unit for my own thoughts & works you: OMG!!!! [rb]me: me: ayo? /lh

glad that you're looking respectfully at the last post that reminded me of solomon, feel free to look through that tag in my blog for more lmao <3

You have no idea, I've been stalking your account for the past half an hour completely mesmerized by all your content as I bookmark everything I want to reblog.

And yes I do it more obsessively with Solomon content. (Huge simp over here) Even in season 1, I loved the whimsy and curiosity of his character and since season 2 well... :P

All the detailed essays and intricate character discussions you have about him and the others is so beautiful to read honestly. Thank you so much for all of it

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me ask #ahhh its always so good to talk to a fellow simp :'D

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thatlesbianl · 1 month

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the oversaturation of media has been really getting to me.

I went on Pinterest earlier, and my Pinterest is generally quite tame; it's normally cute cats, books, punk pins/patches, and cities in the rain; but after scrolling for about 2 minutes it just felt monotonous and boring. There are so many pictures of cats in front of bookshelves, of the same patches on various outfits, of the same drawings, of cities in the rain. Maybe I'm just a boring person, but i swear I used to be able to scroll through aesthetically pleasing pictures of cats, cities and punk things for hours, without running into anything remotely similar. Not to mention having to scroll past the same 3 ads over and over and over again.

It's not even just Pinterest either. I've been an avid watcher of queer focused video essays and political commentary. I used to watch a couple of video essays about a topic, and get a couple of different perspectives on it, but recently, I've seen about 10 video essays/commentary videos on the same fucking topic. You'd think that this would allow for more perspectives and opinions (this would actually be awesome please share opinions guys) but almost everyone says the same basic facts. How is it even possible for there to be so many youtubers with practically the same opinions about everything??? (I also hate how some youtubers act like there is one "correct" way to understand the world, and you are only allowed to have the "correct" opinion otherwise you're a bigot. Yes some people have horrible bigoted views but disagreeing with you is not inherently bigoted)

I just find it so annoying that every time I go onto social media like Pinterest and YouTube, I see so many slightly different variations of the same thing.

I like that kind of content.

That's not the only content that I ever want to see, though.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, lovelies xx

#oversaturation of media because of algorithmic recommendations is pissing me off so much #i want my content variations back #fuck social media to be honest #social media #i hate youtube #i hate pinterest

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con-ked · 1 year

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I think many of us here on our Glorious Trashsite spend more time than we'd like to admit scrolling through endless fanart of our favourite fictional gays and disaster scrimbos, deavouring any and all shameless headcanons, checking out cool writing prompts we'll never actually write something for and devouring fic after appalling fic we'd probably rather eat an entire live goat than admit we've read to our friends, parents and teachers.

And I think we've all had those moments where we've suddenly paused and been hit with the acute realization of what we're actually doing and the immediate shame slamming home like a collapsing skyscraper.

And then the the 'What am I DOING with my life??? My precious time?? Heartbeats???' slowly descending into a mental spiral of existential dread and awareness of our own mortality before we get up, Very Tired, make ourselves a coffee, and go do something more 'productive'.

But maybe there is worth in the scrolling. Maybe there is meaning in the careless, happy consumption of self-indulgent fluff and sentences, stories, creations we'd never allow to see the light of day.

Well, everything can be meaningful and fascinating if you want to sit down, perhaps with a nice drink or snack, and muse about it.

And in a world where neither the past nor the future is here and will always be- whether unimaginably faraway or only just behind or ahead of us- untouchable, visible only in speculation and ideas and books and ancient, ruined things and the lines on faces and the darker patches on my hands and the way people have changed,

the present is more important than any language or art could ever express.

And though past and future are important, and the past must be learnt from and the future must be embraced, the present is still the most important. And The Now is a little more flexible in how long it lasts than the other two. Could be a millisecond, could be a month.

So things that make you happy in the moment are very precious, actually. We all have things we do and secrets we're ashamed of and will take to our graves, so why not add one more to the pile? After all, the only folks who'll know are the FBI agents monitoring our browsing. It's their loss, really.

Productivity invariably looks to the future. What can I get done in my life? How can I live up to my true Potential? How can I contribute and be, become something so, so admirable and useful to society and the world that it'll outlast my measly lifespan and be a legacy others will be in awe of?

And regret regards the past. You can't change what has happened. You can unthink an idea or undo what's been done, be that an OC's creation or anon's mother. All you can do is bear it in mind. So, you can decide to stop reading this or browsing Pinterest, or you could, actually, be as shameless and feral as deep down, we all want to be, and scroll the fuck out of that trash feed.

You could think about what about the so-called nonsense you're consuming makes you so happy. Or you could just. Y'know. Consume. Become the Great Beast. Devour ALL the smutty fanart and self-gratifying insert fic. Wreak havoc. Be happy. Forget the world for an hour

We don't have much time in this world.

That sentence is simultaneously terrifying and a great relief.

Some of us will have a century or more, some of us could get hit by a lorry reading this, millions will die tomorrow, and I'm presuming hundreds have in the time it took me to write this lengthy post and the time it took you to read it.

We don't have long, but we still have years. I've hardly begun my life and already the Literal Queen Elizabeth II has died. Think of how much more could happen. And do you really think you'd want to die without having ever spent at least ONE hour checking out Tumblr and its mortifying beauty?

We can be modern day hardcore hedonists. So many flamboyant icons before us would be proud. So many historical bastard with sticks up their asses would be barrel rolling in their graves.

So go on. Scroll down, full steam ahead. Reblog this with some dumb hysterically funny meme quoting that thing I said about meaningfulness and interestingness in everything. Seize the moment, you utter madlad. Yell at a transphobe tomorrow. Write a book in ten years. Worry later and die rueful and happy.

#philosoraptor #I was gonna tag philosophy first but I saw PHILOSORAPTOR as a tag and I have a new title to aspire towards #shower thoughts #tumblr meta #i have thoughts #i have no regrets #i have lots of feelings #i love this website

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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promise | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.1k words request: sort of, i asked for ideas and an anon sent this: "for the mick prompt - maybe he gets you something expensive and then you feel bad bc you did something homemade (but super thoughtful) and he loves it so much! (if you’ve seen the office that’s where this idea comes from lol)" thank u thank u thank u prompt: letter o: opening presents. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language, not proofread. a/n: day fifteen! special thanks to that anon and @vikasus for being absolute lifesavers.

my masterlist / christmas alphabet masterlist

part two "tomorrow" & part three "today"

"baby, please no gifts this year," you asked, looking up at mick from your spot on his chest.

"what? why?" he said, his fingers tracing figures on your skin.

"because i don't need anything... i've got you, i've got angie, that's all i need." you gave him a small smile. you'd been feeling down for the past few weeks, losing the motivation to even get out of bed in the mornings sometimes.

"but it's christmas," he pouted, "at least one. something small," he proposed. you sighed, nodding.

"something small, but special. okay," you nodded, feeling as mick pressed his lips against yours.

you began searching the internet, looking for what to get mick for christmas. you didn't want to buy him something, you wanted to give him something handmade, something to pour all of your love for him into. you scrolled through pinterest, cringing at the extremely cheesy and puny ideas, until you stumbled upon one that you actually liked.

you grabbed your keys and went to the nearest craft store, buying construction paper, decorative tape, glitter, stickers, sharpies and pens, and glue. you went to your bedroom, locking the door as you grabbed your album full of polaroids you'd taken throughout the year.

pictures of mick in his f1 car, vacations you took together, lazy days, taking angie out for a walk, candid photos of mick when he didn't know you were taking pictures of him. you knew that buying that camera would come in handy, eventually. first, you chose the pictures. it was hard, mick looked perfect in all of them, and they all held very special memories for you, but after hours of looking through all of them, you found the perfect 30+ pictures to do your scrapbook with.

you took your time, each time mick left the house you worked your hardest to finish this special gift, writing small notes underneath the pictures, remembering that specific day, recounting your favorite parts, and thanking him for making you the happiest person on earth.

you wrapped a ribbon around it, making a neat bow on top, and placing it inside a box, which you hid inside a suitcase in your wardrobe.

you grabbed all the presents for mick's family and put them in the back of your car. you were having dinner with the rest of the schumachers at their house, and you and mick would return to your shared home after, both of you too eager to see what you'd gotten each other, you wanted the gift exchange to be something intimate, just between you two.

dinner went by in the blink of an eye, his family loved what you'd gotten them and you thanked them for the beautiful new dress and shoes they got you. you weren't used to receiving that many things, so birthdays and christmases were always very awkward for you since you didn't know how to react. you wished them all a happy christmas and you and mick made your way back, his hand engulfed yours as he laced your fingers together.

angie attacked the both of you once you opened the door. you spent a good few minutes petting her and giving angie her own presents, a new toy, more of her favorite treats, and a new leash. once you tired her out she plopped on her bed next to the fireplace and fell asleep.

"it's time," mick said, a huge grin on his face. "yours first," he said.

"okay," you nodded.

"give me two minutes, stay here and close your eyes," he sat you on the sofa and put your headphones on over your ears, music playing from an app on his phone at just the right volume where your ears didn't hurt but you couldn't hear what was going on around you.

"mick, i thought we agreed on something small," you began, pushing the headphones off your ear as a small ball of nerves formed in your stomach as you feared what you'd prepared for him wouldn't be enough.

"i know, but i just couldn't help myself. you are the person i love the most in the world and i wanted to make this day special for you," he said as he kneeled in front of you, grabbing both of your hands and kissing your knuckles.

"but i-" he interrupted you.

"please, i know how you get when i give you stuff, but i love doing it, i love spoiling you because i can." he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours softly, the tingles in the back of your neck disappearing.

"fine. just this once." you agreed, smiling as mick grabbed your chin and pulled you down towards his lips, kissing you with excitement.

"for now," he said, placing the headphones back in place and covering your eyes with a sleep mask. he left in a hurry, and you tapped your foot against the floor to the beat of the music playing. two songs turned to three, and you hummed the melody under your breath. a hand on your shoulder startled you, and you took off the sleeping mask to see mick standing over you with a smile on his face.

"so, i thought we could do a little scavenger hunt, i've left clues and other small gifts along the way, all leading up to the big reveal." he grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen, where you saw a red envelope sitting on the counter. mick let go of your hand as he pushed you toward it, you gave him a nervous smile as your fingers touched the envelope. "open it," you swallowed down your nerves and uneasiness, mick looked so excited, and you didn't want to ruin this night for him.

"where we say goodbye and i never want to leave your side," you read the handwritten clue. "the front door?" you asked, seeing a smirking mick shrugging. you rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing his hand and leading him to the front door, where you saw another red envelope. you grabbed it, ready to read the next clue.

"wait, you have to look for your present first!" he said, you looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. "after each clue there's a gift,"

"and how many clues are there?" you nearly winced at the thought. he just smiled at you sheepishly, "mick!"

"please, you said just this once," he pouted, walking to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, "please?" he pecked your cheek.

"fine," you sighed, leaning back against his chest, "where is it?" you looked around the entrance of your home, everything seemed in place. you noticed something shiny as you looked up to the key holder. you grabbed a keychain with an anchor charm hanging from it. you held it up and mick smiled.

"you've been my anchor all this time, you've kept me grounded and brought me back to land whenever life got hard," mick said and you threw your arms around his neck, your chest felt warm as you kissed him.

you kept reading the clues as you received more gifts, some got a more positive response than others, but you could only focus on mick's accomplished and excited grin as you reached the last clue.

"okay, this is the last one,"

"thank god, i'm tired of running around the house back and forth," you complained, leaning against mick's side. "thank you for all of this, you really, really didn't have to," you said as you looked down at the bracelet around your wrist. the weight of it felt foreign, the bright diamonds matched the ones that now rested on your ears and around your throat.

"i know. but i wanted to," he shrugged his shoulder. you were in your bedroom, the opened boxes resting on your bed. a sparkly silver dress and high heels, a diamond bracelet, earrings, choker necklace. mick insisted you put them all on as you received them, so now you were draped in enough shiny jewelry and clothes to light up a small town.

"a promise is eternal, and so is our love. you've changed my life forever, you've made me feel hope. i hope you take this ring, as a promise of my love, and a future for us, forevermore," your voice shook as you finished reading, looking at mick with wide eyes. his hands were in his pockets. he had a small smile on his face, and you noticed a muscle twitching on the right corner of his lips. he was nervous. "mick- i- wh-"

he cut you off as he pulled out a small ring, with a pink gemstone on top.

"i really should've gone first," you thought out loud as he grabbed your hand. both of your hands were shaking, and mick's felt a little clammy. "wh- what's-"

"please don't freak out," he said, eyes wide and cheeks rosy. "it's not what you think," he started, making you frown as you looked down at your joined hands, "i- i mean it is, but-"

"hey, look at me," you used your free hand to grab his head, directing his eyes toward you. "i'm freaking out, you can't freak out," you shook your hand.

"okay, i- okay," he took a deep breath, and you imitated him without noticing. "we're way too young for an actual engagement, but i- i think we're ready for... something more. so, this- it's a- a promise ring. of a future together, i want to share my life, my highs and lows with you. i want you to be the first thing i see in the mornings, and the last person i talk to at night. you are the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and i love you so much that it scares me sometimes, but i wouldn't change it for anything in the world. i love all your quirks, your moods, the way you accepted to do this for me even though you don't really like receiving things."

"i really should've gone first," you choked, feeling tears in your eyes.

"i'm almost done, i swear. i- i just wanted you to know that you're it for me. when i think about my future all i see is you." he sighed. you were gripping each other's hand so tightly that your knuckles turned white. "what do you say? i promise you a happy future, filled with love and support and-"

"i'm in," you cut him off. "you're all i need, you're my best dream come true. you make me feel like the luckiest person alive." you felt him sliding the ring around your finger. "you're perfect."

"i know this won't compare to what you just got me, but, i still hope you like it," you bit your lip as you watched mick open the photo book carefully, "just rip the paper, it's fine,"

"noo, i want to take my time. i know how much time went into this gift, i don't want to rush it," he said as he finally undid the bow.

soft music played as you sat on mick's lap, a santa hat on your head and your scrapbook in mick's hands. he peppered your lips and cheeks with kisses every time he turned the page and you played with his hair as you watched expectantly his reaction. you giggled as you talked about certain memories made throughout the year.

"i loved this so much, schatz. it's beautiful, thank you," he rubbed the tip of his nose against your cheek as it tickled your skin.

"i'm happy you liked it, i know it's not much but-"

"none of that, my love. i love it, you poured your energy and your love into making this, it makes me the happiest knowing all of these memories mean as much to you as they do to me." he placed his lips on yours. "i have an idea," he said.

"what?"

"wait here," he placed you on the sofa as he ran upstairs.

"what are you doing?" you yelled, still wearing the dress mick bought for you. you heard him saying he'd be right down, and you laughed with your hands resting on your stomach. the light reflecting on your new ring caught your eye. you played with it, still not used to it being on your finger. you heard mick's footsteps coming back, you looked up, smiling when you saw him wearing his black tux. "what's this?"

"well, look at you, i thought it was only appropriate to try and match your beauty," he stood in front of you, and you fixed his little black bowtie.

"this was your idea?" you asked, beaming brightly.

"part of it. i was thinking, we could make our own scrapbook, starting today," he said, grabbing your waist. you felt your heart thumping in your chest. "i know you loved doing this, and that it's something you enjoy doing, so i figured we could make one together." he smiled shyly. you had a cheerful grin on your face as your hands traveled up to his face, pulling him towards you.

"like i said, you are absolutely perfect."

"so are you, my schatz. we just need to work on letting me spoil you every once in a while."

"don't push it."

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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anyways cannot stop thinking about dilf!ceo!draco and scropius. they got me in a chokehold rn. LIKE IMAGINE. istg all your dialouge anons have me a baby frenzied, and i've been scrolling through 'blonde baby boys' on pinterest for the past hour instead of hw.

JUST LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE.

I’LL LITERALLY CRY THEY’RE SO CUTEEE 😩😩

#dani is having a baby fever

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deepiphany · 3 years

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“When I close my eyes, it's you there in my mind”

“Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space?”

✿8 LETTERS✿

Jennifer pushed her back to prevent them to fall in her face. Today was a long day. She had to stay back in Uni to complete an assignment as she had completely forgot about and if she hadn't turned it in today itself, she couldn't have been able to pass the semester. As she had turned in the due assignment and looked at her watch, she had thought, 'I'm... Doomed!!! RUN!'. She was late for her work.

She had to work extra hours than what her shift was to compensate for being late. On normal days, her work place manager would have let her off the hook since she was always quite punctual but since she worked in a food place and since it was weekend, there was too much crowd and they often needed more employees than usual to handle everything smoothly.

She smiled sadly as she realised that there won't be anyone worrying about her going home late since she lived alone. She didn't have a boyfriend who would occasionally check on her either. All her friends were just as busy as she was so she didn't expect anything from them.

On her way out of the 'Staff Only' room which she had been in for the past ten minutes for a quick rest, she collided with someone near the exit.

"Oh I'm sorry." She apologized quickly. "I wasn't looking—" she looked up at the person standing in front of her and paused. "Oh, Cameron!"

She knew Cameron since the day she had joined here. He was pretty easy to get along with as he was very charming, friendly and out going. They worked together for a few months and then their shifts never overlapped again after her Uni started. She had started missing him a lot, unaware of the fact that she might've developed a little spot in her heart for him.

"It's alright." He smiled at her. "I need to go though, kinda in a hurry. Let's catch up with each other later!" He said as he began walking in the direction of the Kitchen.

"Works with me." Jennifer yelled loud enough for him to hear as he had already stepped inside the kitchen by then.

'Alright. You can pull through! Only a few minutes left until I'm free!' She thought to herself as she looked at the clock.

She worked diligently no matter how hard it was on her until the last minute of her shift. She wondered how all these people went out like this on such a cold night. It was the start of winter and everyone were wearing coats or sweaters and gloves to warm themselves up. Sadly for Jennifer they didn't have a warm uniform so she occasionally had shivers run down her spine everytime the door opened and the cold wind blew right by her side.

She smiled merrily when the clock ticked to terminate her working hours for that day and quickly removed her apron as she made her way towards the changing room.

She changed quickly in her regular clothes and put on some warm clothes over then. As soon as she got out as she started looking for Cameron. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to spend some time with him after all these months.

She searched for him everywhere but to no vail. He couldn't be found anywhere. She pouted sadly as she thought he might've been too tired and had forgot about her. He might've just went straight home.

She sighed as she left her working building and started walking towards her appartment on the sidewalk. It was pretty late so there was no one to be seen on the road. Buses had stopped running so she had no choice but to just walk.

A long time had passed until she sensed someone's presence behind her. She heard someone's footstep's walking in the same pace as she was.

At first she thought that it might be someone innocent. But she got a little taste of fear when that person seemed to take the exact same turns as her at intersections.

'It's okay. They might be living in the same area as mine.' She consoled herself.

She licked her lips nervously when the footsteps started to speed and could be heard closer and closer to her.

'No! This isn't it!' She started running for her dear life.

"Whoever you are! Just back off! I have a weapon on me!" She tried to threaten them with wavering voice.

"Jennifer!" They called out her name making her halt in tracks. "It's me— ouch!"

They hadn't expected her to stop all of a sudden and bumped their nose on the back of her head.

"Cameron!" She whipped around with anger evident in her voice. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I was worried about you, okay?" He said as he rubbed his nose with his hands to lower the pain that he felt. "No need to raise your voice at me like this. It's just that it's quite late so I wanted to accompany you."

Her anger quickly dissipated upon listening to his words. "Oh Cameron..." She said with a small smile on her lips.

"Also, I've been wanting to say something..." He trailed off as both of them began walking together.

"Shoot." Jennifer said as her veins filled with thrill. She knew where this was going. Finally she was going to see the day she had been waiting for!

"You know me the best, you know my worst, seen me hurt, but you don't judge, that, right there, is the scariest feeling..."

"W-what are you talking about?" She said, completely taken aback. 'I don't know anything about you except for the small time we spent together working!' she thought to herself.

"Opening and closing up again I've been hurt so I don't trust. Now here we are, staring at the ceiling." He continued to say.

"We're on a road... Staring at a lamp post..." She said as she made a weird face. What the hell was going through Cameron's mind?

"Isn't it amazing?" He said as he took her hands in his, making her blush a little. She was thankful that it was winter so she already had redness on her cheeks making it hard to notice her blushing.

"How almost every line on our hands align, when your hand's in mine—"

"We're literally wearing gloves right now, idiot!" She frowned at him.

"It's like I'm whole again. Isn't that a sign? I should speak my mind?" He asked her.

She pulled her hand out of his grip with force. "What the hell are you talking about, Cameron? If you're here to play decipher the cryptogram then I'm sorry I don't have time for your BS. Leave me alone if this is what you wanted to do!" She began walking away from him.

"All it is...is... eight letters..." He stammered. "So why is it so hard to say?"

She halted in her steps and gulped in anticipation. Was he going to say the exact same thing that she had imagined?

"What eight letters are you talking about?" She turned around to ask him and walked closer to him to hear him clearly.

"I— I. Uh... I don't know how to say it... I— I'm sorry..."

She smiled kindly towards him. "It's okay," she said. "I won't make fun of you. No one would know what you say to me now." She took his hands in hers.

"B... BUTTOCKS!" He finally managed to say.

"What the hell?" She pushed his hands away from her, making Cameron stumble backwards. "Are you freaking crazy? What do you expect me to say?" She felt so offended at his words. "IDIOT!" She yelled. "You don't know anything!"

"Then what do you want me to say!? What should've I said, huh!?" He yelled back at her in frustration.

"It's so freaking easy, you idiot!" She sighed in frustration.

"FARTFACE!"

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I know! I know that I raised everyone's expectations by adding some image aesthetics (that I totally didn't rip off of Pinterest) and lyrics aesthetics in the beginning but then you scroll towards the end and see "FARTFACE" and just wonder what happened here O_o

Ugh idek what happened here it's all because I couldn't get this out of my head when writing this—

[my screenrecorder sucks at recording good quality audio bare with me :)]

“It isn't cute nor is it funny, I've written a cursed story” — Dee; December 2020

I KNOW I WON'T GET ANY STORIES REQUESTS NOW AND IT'S OKAY I UNDERSTAND WHY ANYONE WOULD NOT WANT TO ASK ME TO WRITE ANYTHING FOR THEM(ᗒᗩᗕ)

#8 letters #why don't we #wdw jonah #wdw jack #wdw zach #wdw corbyn #wdw daniel #free write #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #my writing #writers #asks open #send me asks #ask me anything #cursed story #Spotify

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