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rachymarie · 22 days

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Oh, the internal terror of opening up the start of your next weekly blister to find a completely unfamiliar pill come from it in place of one of your usuals.

But fear not, friends, I did some Googling (as if I didn't have enough shit to do and things on my plate to Google - what with Ola sending me a raft of spam notifications about some undescribed product advertised in Indian rupees (??? I had to screenshot and reverse image search it bc i had never remembered seeing the symbol before)) and have confirmed that it IS in fact (allegedly) ok to eat "C4". ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Like helloOoo, I'm schizospec so of course I'm gonna possibly think you are trying to feed me something explosive if it's a random pill with no identifying features other than the letters C4???

I feel like the also it's made me run even later with my 9.30am meds (it's almost 10 mins to midday now) bc I had to go Google about my drug to check they didn't give me the wrong thing, which just put me on the distracted pathway sparking me to write this post and in doing so end up also Googling about "the Lenny face"

All this could have been avoided and not waylaid my meds-taking (my one most important bare minimum task of every day) if they would actually friggen let me know at time of collection of any kind of information that my drug was being switched brands to avoid this consequent freakout.

And look i know that pharmacies are doing the Lord's work and don't make much money and all that (bless them) but i feel like SOMEone somewhere along the process should have informed me.

Now back to watching [REDACTED*] and taking said drugs. Also still don't know what a nocebo is - my brain isn't properly equipped to learn new words at this moment - so fun times wondering whether I'm gonna have new side effects etc.

This has been A Post.

Sincerely, ya fave rambler

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pajorko · 1 year

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OLA SIKORA?!

#SHE'S ALIVE #GOD IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS #poland wnt #aleksandra sikora #ola sikora #woso #live ramblings

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jaynecoded · 2 years

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LOVE YOUR ICON HE'S JUST IN A SILLY HAT and also is your header the painting you were doing yesterday bcos!! it's so beautiful!!

I love him silly hat!!! The header is one of my paintings, but it's actually an older one - it hangs in my space themed bathroom. Thank u! It's one of my favorites I've ever done, it's of Uranus (which actually has rings! but people don't always know that)

#ola tag #mer rambles #i love jayne i love space

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mrcowboydeanwinchester · 2 years

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not to reveal myself as lazy and burnt out but. jensen ackles was supposed to play clint barton and he looked the part. ergo one of my fav things abt hoh!dean is i can just looks at unused clint art and say "oh hey its dean" shfjskals

jensen ackles as clint barton genuinely makes me feel levels of insane my brain can't comprehend. can you IMAGINE. jackles would be so concerned with the raw sexual tension he would inevitably have with all of his male co stars especially sebastian stan he wouldn't even have time to get ableist about using hearing aids like renner apparently was in like 2013. he would give clint SO MANY LAYERS and listen season 2 dean winchester and comic!clint are imo very very similar people re: depression, saviour complex, silly humour, covered in blood. oh the absolute depth jackles would shove into clint he'd give so much emotional meaning into the 2 minutes of screen time clint gets in thor 1 and everyone would go so foaming at the mouth for more. clint Would be a major avenger purely down to jackles' acting and brain worms. he'd have bucky/loki/steven grant levels of popularity i can just TELL and jackles wouldn't be normal about him either oh NO he'd be wearing exclusively purple and talking about the exact thought process behind clint being team cap. also jackles and hailee steinfeld can you imagine my bisexual ass would Not have survived that show jesus christ !!! anyway this got incredibly out of hand YES CLINT ART IS INDEED HOHDEAN they are now inseparable to me :)

#sorry for the ramble but as you can see. foaming at the mouth over jackles!clint #clint barton my belovedddddddd before i was obsessed with dean i was obsessed with clint no word of a lie #clint barton #jackles #ola answers

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wlntrsldler · 3 months

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jamie tartt late night ramblings (jamie tarttt x reader)

based on this screenshot from tiktok:

it was roy who noticed it first. your name seemed to leave jamie’s lips often— too often, like he was just saying it just to say it. you would be brought back to every conversation, every hint and whisper of a recollection, your name rolled off jamie’s tongue constantly.

roy had an “over or under” bet with keeley the next day. he bet that your name would leave jamie’s lips at least 50 times; keeley who didn’t realize just how often jamie brought you up (she was just happy to see him happy, content) scoffed and said there was no way. she lost the bet. (jamie said your name 53 times that day)

sam noticed it after the pair. he sat next to jamie on the way to manchester and he forgot his headphones (rookie mistake) and found himself on the receiving end of jamie’s babbles about date night at his apartment. sam, who grew up watching the love of his wonderful parents, felt something familiar tugging in his chest. it was the same feeling that bloomed when he got older, when the sweet words and innocent kisses his parents shared in front of him were no longer repulsive to his teenage brain, but rather something fond, something soft.

he indulged jamie in the conversation and offered a table at ola’s for next thursday. jamie beamed at him (sam had never seen him smile like that, not even when they moved back to the premier league or finished second) and thanked him profusely because you had been talking about wanting to eat at ola’s again.

“there’s just no time,” you complained, offhandedly. “between my work and your training schedule and games, i feel like we don’t get to have a restaurant dinner anymore. i miss ola’s.”

jamie would change the way time worked if you asked him to.

jan mass was the next person to notice it. him being the blunt dutchman nonchalantly asked jamie why he talked about you so much. at first, jamie was taken aback by the question. does he talk about you that much? jan quickly followed up by saying he meant no offense by this (this, jamie knew. he’d known jan too long to take offense) and said he was genuinely curious.

what jamie wanted to say was, if anyone had grown up the way he did, with the father he had, with the constant pressure of living up to an impossible standard, with the struggle of having to decide to either be a great footballer or a great man (he will be the first to admit, he chose wrong the first time, but he learned from you that he should give himself some grace. nobody is perfect in their early twenties, after all) anyone would probably talk about you as much as he did.

to jamie, you made his life so much better. sprinkles of beauty here and there from your whispers of “good mornings” when you rolled over to kiss him when you woke up in his bed; or when you would pitch the tone of your voice up to coo at a puppy walking down the street; or when you would drop coins in the tip jars at cafes while you mindlessly chatted with the baristas.

everywhere you went, there were marks of you that lingered there; in the smile of a stranger you complimented, the giggles of a child when you lean down to fix the bow in their hair; the scent of your perfume that stayed when you hugged a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. those little things made the world that much better.

jamie felt he was being selfish keeping you to himself, absorbing your love so much that sometimes he felt guilty that the rest of the world was deprived of it; so in his own way, whenever he spoke your name into conversations, into interactions, into the ether, he believed he was doing the world a favor, giving them a glimpse of the beauty that you added to the world.

but he thought that this was too much to say to jan mass in the middle of the locker room. so jamie simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “i dunno. i didn’t even realize i do it.”

#rambling because i cant sleep #rambles #jamie tartt #jamie tartt oneshot #jamie tartt fluff #jamie tartt x yn #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #frances writes

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theindependenttrentcrimm · 8 months

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Ola and Sam’s relationship is one of the most important to me on this entire show. They never fail to make me cry.

#t rambles #ted lasso #sam obisanya #ola obisanya

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primoppang · 10 months

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you know youre chronically online and platonically in love with your moots when it still says "seconds ago" for posts, reblogs, etc and you hit the heart so fast.

#help me #sobbing #ola is the main victim i fear #im UNWELL #gonna eat GLASS #raine's rambles #<3 #marvelous mooties ♡

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magdaclaire · 1 year

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looked through the jo daily tag, remembered the high that would come every day from receiving the emails from my friend jo, begin to feel deeply unwell

#feel like pure shit i just want her back #to ola who may see this. i am feeling normal rn bestie #jo daily #mer rambles

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nevernonline · 7 months

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✧.* crash into me; lsm one shot.

A one shot based off what transpired before these texts.

✧ Synopsis: Lee Dokyeom was your closest friend. After a friendly dinner you head back to his apartment, to play a game little did you know it would crash the friendship barrier between you two.

✧ genre/s: fluffy, friends to who knows?,

✧ warning/s: suggested smut, suggestive humor and theme, kisses, lots of hands, some light drinking.

Sitting at your favorite table awaiting the arrival of your best friend Seokmin, felt like a lifetime. It was a Friday night so of course the line was accumulating outside the restaurant and the patriots were waiting for your seat where you selfishly look like you’re taking up a table for you and your seltzer water.

Through the large glass windows waiting at the cross walk you spot him looking for a chance to jaywalk across the street safely and sprint breathlessly to your side.

As Ola, you and Seokmin’s favorite waitress brings him to the table alongside your cocktail orders, you can feel at peace again. That’s what he was to you, peace.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I got stuck helping someone with a task just as I was ready to leave. I feel so bad.”

The brown haired boy now stripped of his denim jacket, resembling a puppy now flipping through the menu as if he wasn’t sure what to order.

“It’s okay, seriously. I just mainly feel bad because all of those couples outside were starting to give me the stink eye. Also, I already ordered for you, why are you looking at the menu?”

“You’re so right, I don’t know. I’m really flustered for some reason.”

You slide his gin and tonic closer to him.

“Drink this, please. You’re going to pop a forehead vein if you don’t settle down, Seok.”

“You are right, for the second time. Maybe you should take up gambling.”

As his breaths get back to normal, he takes another look at you. Your hair was up off your neck elegantly, a cream colored blouse with brown trousers, and the loafers he bought you for your birthday last year on your feet. He noticed you wore makeup today, a rare occasion for you since you didn’t need it.

“Why do you look so beautiful today?”

The words just escaped his mouth like word vomit, he couldn’t help but tell you.

“Do I not look like this everyday?”

He leans back in his chair to get a better look at you, sizing you up again.

“No, something is different. Not that you don’t look beautiful all the time, but something is standing out to me..”

You raised your hand from your side of the table to rest on top of his.

“Seok, you’re rambling again.”

His long fingers enclosed around yours as he held onto it a moment longer than normal.

“No, I’m just trying to get my point across. I’m doing a bad job of it, but you are really beautiful. Got it?”

A blush rose to your cheeks as your hand found its way back to the now sweaty glass and finished off the liquor inside.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

His megawatt smile flashed itself your way and you continued to enjoy your meal without any more of Seokmins semi-sober ranting.

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“GOD, I am so fucking full. That was amazing.”

You giggled slamming the front door shut behind you, making your way into Seokmin’s apartment.

“You know it’s extra good when I can sleep on your shoulder the whole bus ride without you smacking me.”

“Seok, I do not.”

“Uh, yeah you do, you're like some little old woman.”

Suddenly a t-shirt hit your lap, coming from the entryway of Seokmin’s bedroom door.

“I figured you’d want to wear that to sleep, I’m not letting you leave here alone when you’ve been drinking.”

Your head turns slightly to your right to reply, but your eyes caught a glimpse of Seokmin in only his boxers changing into his own sleep shirt. It’s not wrong to stare at your best friend, right?

“Do you want to watch a movie or play a game, maybe have wine?”

His voice grew closer as you were still stuck staring at him.

“Uh, can we do all of the above?”

“Yes. Hurry up and go get changed, dummy.”

You’re now standing in the same spot Seokmin was moments before, not at all baiting him to glance your way, but for some reason you couldn’t help yourself. With your back turned to him it’s impossible to see if he’s actively watching you, but you can tell by his sudden silence that he just might be.

“Okay, so what shall we do first?”

Sitting down next to him now matching his own outfit, underwear and his t-shirts.

“I say we put on some music and play that funny truth or drink game you made me for a gift a few years back.”

“Only if you want to die tonight, you NEVER answer any of the questions unless it’s like ‘golden retrievers or huskies?’”

Seokmin slapped your arm, removing himself from the floor to hunt down the laminated pieces of paper.

“Okay, well how about we only get three chances to plead the fifth, any other question you have to answer or you have to drink.”

Your eyes roll watching him move swiftly through his home, now grabbing a freshly opened bottle of red wine.

“Plus it's only wine so we can cap it off at one bottle otherwise I do have opened tequila.”

“Seok, do you not remember what happened the last time I had too much tequila?”

“Sort of. I was equally as drunk as you if not more, all I remember is you’re clingy as hell.”

Taking the space across the coffee table from you, he placed the stack of questions down, and poured half of the red liquid in two coffee mugs.

“Ladies first.”

His eyes crinkled on the side as he smiled, waiting for you to read the first interrogating question.

“Okay,” A laugh escaped your lips before reading out loud. “What’s the shortest amount of time you’ve known someone before hooking up?”

“Oh come on, you can answer that it’s easy.”

“Hm, I really was a little crazy when I first went to college. I’d have to say maybe a half hour?”

Seokmin just nodded, nothing about that was too crazy. He knew about your freshman year of college.

“Alright, Seoky. Saddle up.”

You giggled, taking a sip of your wine out of turn, watching the face of the other player turn red.

“What’s your most embarrassing fantasy?”

He flirts with the idea of answering that most of his recent fantasies have involved you, but instead he takes a swig of his drink.

“Oh come on. You’re no fun. Pick another card, Seok.”

“That’s not how this game is played, you go.”

“What’s the most embarrassing time you got turned on?”

You stretched your head thinking you should confess to your friend that watching him change earlier brought on some sort of fever, but decided against it.

“Actually, this is embarrassing. But, do you remember my friend Jeonghan from college?”

“Yeah, of course. Tall, blonde, and gorgeous guy.”

“Well one time we were studying for a biology exam and the AC in the library was broken, so it was ridiculously hot. We were both sweating a bit, but he was wearing a sweatshirt and I fought and fought him to remove it so he could be more comfortable. Like, it was clearly distracting him. But, he told me he didn’t have a t- shirt to wear underneath.”

As your story continued Seokmin felt himself catching a wave of jealousy.

“Lucky for him, I did have my gym bag for later. So I lent my workout top to wear. When he came back from the bathroom he was in a white crop top and for some reason I got so turned on by him wearing my clothes and studying. Like when he burst into the room I swear I almost fucked him right there.”

“So you got turned on by a guy wearing your clothes? You’re such a typical man, Y/N.”

“Hey, shut the fuck up. Men wish they were like me.”

Seokmin’s face now hotter than ever reached back into the pile.

“What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent?”

He tried to think of anything even remotely scandalous he could tell you, but came up flat and a little embarrassed.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever sexted in my life.”

“There’s no way you haven’t.”

“No, I’m serious. The only girl I really dated long term used to try to send me stuff like ‘oh i want you so bad, Seokmin.’ or ‘I wish you’d come over to take care of my problem.’ But I was oblivious and would just respond with things like ‘Well you already have me.’ and ‘What’s wrong?’ I promise I’ve never sexted or even tried too, I would be awful at it. I can barely flirt and make it obvious.”

“She was trying to get you to fuck her and you thought she had an actual problem?”

“Yeah, I’ve never been good at flirting.”

As you laugh at his innocent mistake, and continue to drink your wine you come up with an idea.

“Okay, let’s practice.”

“Practice what?”

“Flirting, like we can roleplay you flirting with me right now, let’s go.”

“Are you serious?”

You patted the floor on your side of the glass table trying to get him closer to you.

“Deadly, now come on.”

He still didn’t move, so you pushed yourself off his carpeted floor and sat facing him at his side, finally turning to you, you noticed how nervous he seemed.

“Look, it’s just me. Nothing bad can come out of it.”

“How do we even start doing this?”

“Hmm, here scooch is a little closer to me. Just tell me a line.”

“Okay.”

Seokmin placed his warm hands on your criss-crossed knees and looked deeply at you, almost into your soul. Your stomach fluttered at the closeness, even though touching for the both of you wasn’t unusual.

“Hey, baby. I -”

You cut him off blissful with laughter, nearly spitting your sip of wine onto his white t-shirt.

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad was I?”

Dialing it back slightly, your now crying eyes and painful belly, just shook your head.

“Why were you so serious? Like be yourself, come on.”

“Let’s just stop. I can't do this, it's too embarrassing.”

“Fine, here. I’ll teach you.”

You stood up now, gesturing to him to follow. When he does, you hand him his mug and give him a little nod. Walking over to the knob for the lights to be more dim, only the sound of your feet and the soft party playlist lingering in the background, you strutted back over to him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Your free hand snaked its way up to his shoulder as you gave it a little squeeze indicating you’re going to start now.

“So, I was over there.” Your hands gesturing to the very bedroom you watched him changing in earlier. “And, I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re really hot.”

“You do?”

As you nodded, his eyes followed the traces of your exposed neck all the way down to your bare legs.

“Do you want to dance with me?”

A question a little silly for you two just being in his apartment, but anything to make him more comfortable without having to talk.

Seokmin took back both of your mugs and placed them down onto the table, wrapping his hands tightly around your lower back as yours reached into his hair and laid your head down onto his shoulder.

As you swayed looking out the window to the sparkling cityscape you felt him pull away slightly from you.

“What are you thinking about?”

A simple question.

“How badly I want to kiss you.”

The words left his mouth with honesty.

“See that’s a good line.”

“It’s not a line, I just really want to kiss you.”

Your head came up off of his shoulder to search his eyes.

“I, uh. You do?”

Suddenly you were the one rambling, finally not in the dominant position.

He just nodded, leaning down to your wine stained lips and planted a kiss as light as a feather on your face, just missing the target.

You now rolling your eyes dug your fingers deeper into his brown locks and crashed into him.

The two of you still swaying your bodies to the song started to go deeper into each other, kissing more rapidly now.

When he stopped for a minute to lift you into his arms, Seokmin’s lips reached the spot on your neck that was just sensitive enough to have a moan breathe out.

No words were exchanged as he laid you down on his perfectly made bed and continued exploring you, not until it was over did he mutter something that he often says to you, but it had a different meaning now.

“I love you.”

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