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lovesickheize · 2 years

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mr insanity. ,˖ 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟

dpr ian (christian yu) x gn!reader

when two mentally unstable strangers find comfort in each other's presence.

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tw! this fic might be triggering for some people. it's not extreme, but it is based on the two characters' mental instability. this is pure fiction.

this fic is inspired by dpr ian's music, especially his first album. my main inspiration was the music video and the lyrics of "nerves", so i'd recommend listening to it, while reading this.

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and i'm sorry i was hurting too much to know that you were standing right there.

it was a moment of spark in the aeonian darkness.

you were sitting on the cold surface of a tunnel's pavement. it was raining hard outside, but you were too invested in your cigarette, diet coke and music to get scared by the thunder.

there was noone around, people locking themselves in their houses to save themselves from the undying storm. you couldn't care less about the cold. you couldn't care less about anything to be frank.

you were just sitting there, body too dehydrated to shed a tear, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. life had been such a pain in the ass that month.

you chuckled suddenly, the sound leaving your mouth too sad for a laugh. it was ironic, how a song playing on your 'nostalgia' spotify playlist could describe your life so accurately.

you felt a presence approaching your body. head never turning to acknowledge the person that had just sat right next to you. the mysterious person took off their jacket and placed it on your shoulders. you hadn't noticed you were trembling under the ice cold air up until then.

"thanks." you mumbled, still not looking at the person.

they didn't reply, instead pulling something that sounded like a lighter. you caught a cigarette between their tattoo-filled hands with the corner of your eyes.

"i'm ian." they said.

you finally turned your head, the man in front you looking as dead as you did. "i'm y/n."

a comfortable silence took over once again, joining the sound of the storm. a couple of cigarettes later, you looked at him.

"do your tattoos have a meaning?" you asked the person who you now knew was named ian.

"some of them do, some of them don't. this is my favourite." he lifted his t-shirt's sleeve a little to show you the bald man on his left shoulder. "it's a man who looks at his own brain and realises it is limitless." his voice was deep and raspy, probably because of smoking.

"does it symbolize something?" you asked.

"it's just... you know, overthinking. if our brains weren't limitless, we wouldn't think so much, intrusive thoughts wouldn't dominate our already repetitive grey lives..." he said.

"agreed." you replied, tracing the lined man with your fingertips. "it's really pretty."

"do you have any tattoos?" ian asked.

the hand that was tracing his tattoo was now traveling up your body, reaching your hair and moving it to the side. "i got this crescent moon under my hairline a couple of years ago."

"what does it mean?" ian looked at it, eyes admiring the black lines.

"i just love the moon. ever since i was a child, i liked staying up late and looking at it in silence. it comforted me. still does."

"so beautiful." he murmured.

"you know, the moon usually symbolizes illusions and deception, but i view it as a lonely star. it reminds me of myself when i was a teen. a bright positive person in the middle of darkness and evil. but i never was as strong as the moon, i couldn't bear the malevolent nature of our society, i ended up breaking. that's why i look up to the moon. it's strong and confident. just what i wished i was."

you hadn't noticed how his eyes were stuck on you. "wow." was all he could say. "i'm sorry, i probably talk too m-"

you were interrupted by his lips on yours. you responded to the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth. the kiss was passionate, you felt hungry for the feeling he was offering you. his hands made their way to the back of your neck, one of his fingers caressing the moon on it, the other holding your hand. your free hand was intertwined in his soft hair, holding him close.

how a stranger could make you feel so much stuff after such a long feelingless period of your life you couldn't understand. it had been years since the last time you genuinely felt something so intense.

he pulled away, both of you catching your breath. "wanna go for a walk?" he asked.

your hand was still being held by his, you nodding positively. the two of you walked past the tunnel, cigarettes, diet coke, headphones, everything long forgotten behind. you were walking in the rain, knowing damn well it was just the two of you and the water-filled clouds.

you danced in the rain. it had been such a long time since the last time you flashed a smile that was so real. he looked at you being happy, almost dead, but still happy. he turned you around, you held his hands so tightly, he also seemed fine for a moment.

after some time, exhausted as you were, you moved closer to him, leaning your head on his wet by the rain chest. his arms wrapped around you, holding you as warm as they could, soaked as he was.

the rain was still heavy, but you didn't care. he didn't care.

that's all you could remember from that night moments before you left everything behind. the only night you felt genuinely happy, forgetting how cruel life is.

"thank you for making me feel." he whispered

the car's wheels were forced to turn, leading the car towards the hill.

welcome to the show. so, can you stay a little longer, just until i know you see me standing here?

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33max · 1 year

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corn-fanfiction · 5 months

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can you do a damien karras x reader where he takes you out for a good soup on a winter day

Omg anon this is about to be so fluffy it’s insane 🩷🩷🩷

Know it's for the better (Damien Karras x GN!Reader)

rating: T

word count: 1,809

tags: fluff, a deep and profound sadness, probably poorly translated Greek, mentions of religion (duh), some language

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Picture it: Georgetown, 1970. It’s midwinter, near freezing, and your furnace as died. Again.

You’re bundled up in an undershirt, a button up, a sweater. Doubled socks. You pace your living room shivering. Can't even think straight. You called your landlord and it went to voicemail again. It's at times like this that you regret being a penniless writer than can only afford shitty housing by campus.

A knock at the door. Your heart leaps at the idea that when you open it, a shiny new furnace, haloed by heat, will waddle its way inside.

Are hallucinations a symptom of hypothermia?

You open the door and, instead of a furnace, a Jesuit priest stands on the other side, rubbing his arms under a thick long coat. Snow dots his black hair and you get the urge to brush it away.

"Damien! Get in. Did you walk? Why the hell are you out in this weather?"

He steps in, but not before knocking the snow from his shoes against the doorframe.

"I took a cab. We're studying, remember?"

You groan inwardly and close the door behind him. Damien has been helping you with some Christian history for a novel you're working on. You've been floored by his intellect since you met at Georgetown.

"Shit. I'm so sorry- I forgot. My furnace went out yesterday and it's all I've been thinking about."

Damien's eyebrows furrow in immediate concern.

"You've been in this cold since yesterday?"

The chill in your bones is immediately replaced by a heavy guilt at worrying him.

"Yeah, but I'm fine! Lots of blankets and coffee."

Your teeth chattering don't help your case. Damien shakes his head.

"Alright. No studying-"

"But-"

"We're going to get you a space heater, then we're going for soup."

"Soup?"

"Soup."

Another cab and Damien pays. You beg him not to but he has a crumpled bill thrust to the driver before you can fish for your wallet. You're both poor, there's no arguing, but he also has the professor's salary, so it's ever difficult to argue with him about money.

You and Damien have grown...closer since you started studying together. Not in any particular way you can, or care to define. But you care for him, and he clearly cares for you. You also know it's foolish to think about it any further than that.

"Where to?" The cabby asks.

"Anna's Restaurant on 3rd."

You look at him.

"They sell space heaters?"

"Do you want to lug a space heater around a restaurant?"

You bob your head back and forth. "Alright, doctorate. You know best."

He rolls his eyes at you. You smile at the gesture.

The ride is short but sitting so close to Damien is dragging time through quicksand, or, rather, the heavy snow outside. Your shared body heat, the way your thighs are forced to touch, the mere smell of him- it all sends you a little dizzy. Even during your study sessions when you both share a couch, you've never been this...intimate.

You swallow thickly, your throat suddenly dry, and the driver pulls up next to a small unit tucked between two other shops, the blue lit sign reading 'Anna's' in slanted lettering. You and Damien both exit, and you know he's irritated you didn't let him get your door for you. He gives you a look, you smirk, and he does too. He makes a point to beat you to the front door and you allow him this small luxury and step inside.

Even with the heating in the cab, the warmth of the restaurant is everything to you. Damien closes the door behind you and while you wonder if it's a self seating situation, he stops at your back, and suddenly that's all you can think about.

And then there's a hand on the small of your back.

"Pick a booth," he says, and your feet move automatically just to shake the moment. It's too weird, too confusing. You're friends. Colleagues.

You sit at a booth with cracked vinyl seats. Well, most of the seats are cracked. And the veneer is peeling. Something about this tells you the food is going to be good.

Once you sit and remove your coats, a waitress comes over with a notepad.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asks, and you can hear by her accent that she is, herself, Greek in some capacity.

"Coffee, for me, please," you ask. She nods and looks to Damien.

"Black tea for me, thanks," then, "Échete kanéna frésko Avgolémono?"

The waitress's eyes light up and she smiles.

"Sígoura échoume. Dýo bol?"

"Nai, parakaló."

The waitress is beaming and smiles at you before leaving to get your drinks. You smile in wonderment at Damien.

"What did you say?"

"I asked her if they have something specific right now. They do."

You never forget how smart Damien is, but you can forget what all he is capable of.

"What is 'thank you'? In Greek?"

"Efcharistó," he says. You repeat the word back as the waitress approaches with your mugs. You smile up at her.

"Efcharistó," you say. She chuckles, likely at your accent, but nods.

"Kalós írthes."

She leaves again and you smile at Damien, proud of yourself, as if to say 'see?' like you really did anything at all.

"That was a decent attempt."

You take a moment of silence to sip your hot drinks and you relish in the way it slides down your throat and warms your stomach.

"How's your mother?" you ask. Damien sighs and clasps his hands around the mug.

"She's been better. I worry about her during the cold months."

You nod. Mrs. Karras lives alone up in Brooklyn in a building that could be better cared for. Damien has spoken on rare occasions about how he misses her, then even rarer about how he feels guilty for leaving her.

"Well, if you ever wanted to take anything up to her, like a space heater-" he chuckles. "Or need some help with handywork, I'm happy to lend a hand."

He watches you, his brown eyes boring into you and his smile falters, only for a brief moment. You can't decide why. You think, you hope, that it is a moment of clear sight. Of who you are beneath the person he donates his time to between all he does with the church and the school. Of who you are to suggest such a thing and know him how you do-

Oh.

You blush and focus your attention on your coffee.

"How's the book?"

You roll your eyes at him.

"Is that a joke?"

"I think you might be projecting, a little."

"Do I have to make the doctorate bit again?"

"Alright, fair enough. So no new inspiration?"

"No, nothing new."

Same old, same old.

You're afraid for a moment that he sees you a little too clearly before the waitress brings you two large bowls of pale yellow, creamy broth. You can identify chicken and some other spices. You both thank the waitress again and you dip a curious spoon into the soup.

"This smells amazing. What is it?"

"Avgolémono," he says, taking a spoonful and blowing on it lightly before putting it in his mouth. He takes a moment to process it, then smiles and hums in appreciation. "And it's perfect."

You take a bite. Lemon and dill light up your tongue immediately, along with a wide variety of spices not instantly identifiable.

"Oh my God!" you squeal. "This is amazing."

"It really is. Rivals my mother's."

"It'll be our secret," you joke quietly. Damien smiles.

You'd gladly freeze your ass off every day if it means having this soup and seeing that smile.

One bowl and space heater later, Damien is walking you back up to your apartment. You've tried to think of a hundred and one ways to prolong the day, but came up empty. You know he's already spent more time than he normally would on any standard study session.

He holds the heater while you unlock your door (but you had carried it in the store and up the steps, so you beat him there). You take the heater and set it inside, then linger in the doorway.

Invite him in. Tell him you need help setting it up. He won't believe you, but maybe he'll do it anyway.

But you don't say anything. You just brace a hand on the cracked wood of the door and stare at him for a moment. He stares back, that knowing look returning to his eyes. He's silent.

You both present with small smiles that carry with them a well hidden sadness. Any passing strange could take one look and know exactly what's happening here.

Even if you ask him in, he'll have to get back to the church for an appointment. If he calls about visiting his mom, you'll be busy that day. Who knew such strong magnets could find ways to repel each other so well?

So you tap your fingers against the door and he looks at the ground.

"Well," he says.

"Thank you. For the heater and...everything. You know."

He does know, you can see it in his eyes.

"Well, thank you, too."

You tilt your head. "For what?"

"Everything else."

You could cry. You might, once he leaves. Why, you have no real, concrete idea, though you can guess. It's just the cold. The stress of your work. The soup was just that goddamn good.

Or you love him. That's also a possibility.

"Need help setting that up?"

Your knees go weak and you tighten your hold on the door. You wish in this moment that you weren't so strong, that he were stronger. Even if nothing happens today, tomorrow, or ever at all, you cannot live with yourself if you entertain the prospect of crossing that threshold.

"I think I can handle it. Besides, don't want you to be late for five o'clock mass."

He checks his watch like he doesn't know what time it is.

"Oh wow. Didn't realize it'd gotten that late. Well, if you're sure..." he gestures vaguely towards the door.

No, I'm not sure. Tell me I'm wrong. Come in.

You smile and nod and bite back the words fighting against your teeth.

"Alright. Well, have a good night. I'll see you around. Next week?"

If he's dejected, he hides it very well. He heads for the steps.

"Yep, next week."

You don't close the door until he disappears down the stairs, giving you a final smile. If he's dejected, he hides it well. You begin to open the box of the space heater and your vision grows blurry. Maybe you made the wrong choice.

Go, go get him. You're making a mistake letting him go.

No, you know, it's for the better.

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So... I did not set out to make this sad I PROMISE anyway thanks for much for being the first req <3 Hope you enjoyed!

#damien karras #damien karras x reader #fluff #the exorcist fanfiction #the exorcist

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apolloanddaphnis · 1 year

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Speaking in Tongues

Part I

Disclaimer: Not proofread and inappropriate content I guess.

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Minka's POV

I never tire of premieres. In high school everyone looked forward to the prom, why they looked forward to seeing all your peers on a Saturday, finding the ugliest dress in the store and being monitored by teachers while horrible music played was beyond me. Even in my adolescence I fantasized of premieres instead, spending forever in mamusia's room putting on her makeup and perfume, her dresses and pretending to be interviewed by E! and whoever was hosting the Oscars or the Academy Awards.

My favorite part was always choosing what to wear, fashion is like art to me. You don't just choose what looks cute you choose a palette, a theme, what will make your body flow and strut naturally. It is choosing your personality and displaying your interests, even a simple pair of nomination jeans with a t shirt and a pair of docs decide what you feel for that person and who they are.

I'm the only celebrity without a stylist, dressing myself and doing my hair and makeup is an emotional thing for me, maybe it's the punk rock roots from my now teaching father, but I don't even go to get my hair done. My signature black, bob is of my doing.

It's why there's so much footage of me on camera weeping whenever my ensemble is complimented, I put so much thought and heart into it.

Tonight, beside my friend and director, James, presenting the premiere of Spellbound at the Houdini mansion, I was Minka Farrah, but I was Minka Farrah inspired by Miranda, my malevolent two faced witch, the character I played in the film.

It was a risk to wear the gloves but once I slid them on, it made my Morticia tight dress pop, and with their occult imagery they too told the story. No one could hardly believe I had bought them off etsy, handcrafted and one of a kind, I made sure to heavily promote the artist behind them.

I felt so much worry and anxiety with this movie, like any remake. Yes the name is a tad different and James added and took away some things but, it's a classic, a niche cult classic, but a classic all the same. I worked so hard to be the perfect Miranda, taking from the original played by the late Kelly Preston, I also took inspiration from Lisle von Rhuman, and funny enough Miranda from the film Miranda about the mermaid. I was ridiculously overjoyed with the wonderful feedback I got in return.

I was on cloud nine tonight, and then my confidence faded when Tom told me Timothée Chalamet was here tonight. I nearly threw up, that wicked Saxon, he knows the crush I harbor for the greatest actor of our generation. Longing was more a fitting word. He's the first boy in a while who's made me feel…well to not put it lightly, horny, the word ecstasy, inadequate, and…longing, all at once. I don't just want him to hold my throat during a movie, I don't just want him to fill anything considered a hole in me, I don't just want to talk about our influences, I want him to consume me and devour me.

I have never met him, ever. But my brother, Stone, one day mentioned me as his favorite actor or actress of all time on Graham Norton's Show, and at the time I had no idea who he was. So Stone put on Call Me by your Name, and then showed me his Tumblr and the entire Chalaverse and I was hooked. I was very judgmental before watching his Little Women Christian Bale was the only Laurie for me I swore by him, but Timothée Chalamet ruined that for me. I think I went crazy for him watching him play Laurie.

And he's so gorgeous, long and tall and lean, I love skinny partners because it makes their shoulders and hands look even bigger, not the only reason but it's a major one. His hair is romantic and long and curly and just.. he's perfect, his mannerisms his voice, he has me hooked. And to hear that he's here…I mean it makes sense, he's Tom's friend.

I hoped I looked good enough, when I think of him I feel too big for my hair…what if he likes long hair on girls…thankfully there was another photo op with James to distract me, I felt in my element until I turned around to whoever asked for my attention. "Yes?" I still wore a red painted smile laced with a laugh, and when I turned around it fell the mask fell because there he was, and looking at him and smelling his cologne and knowing he approached ruined my Agent Provocateur thong.

I was breathless, speechless. I said nothing and just nodded with a smile.

He tugged his bottom lip in with his teeth and I stared for a moment. "I thought y-you w-were– I mean–" he laughed breathily and ran a hand through his messy curls and I felt light headed. I sucked on my lip and he stared at me for a moment and I must have looked confused because he started to talk again.

''I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll uh– I'll leave you alone." Before I could even scream for him to stop saying that I never want him to leave me alone, he walked away disappearing in the sea of tuxedos and gowns. What did I say?

Feeling disappointed, I made a beeline to the wine, I had the bartender fill up my glass all the way to the top with red champagne. My favorite, Chandon's red champagne, was a Shiraz of strawberry, raspberry, and cherry notes. It was my absolute favorite and right now I was going down as much as I could to forget how I ran off Timothée Chalamet.

Did I offend him? What was it?

Two glasses of red Chandon later we were heading to the after party at Chateau Marmont .

I was in the middle of talking to Lana when Tom walked up to me. "Hey, what did you do to Timothée?"

I looked confused. I felt confused. "I didn't say one word to him."

''Exactly!"

I furrowed my brows "Tom, sweetie I'm not following."

Tom laughed. "He thinks he offended you or annoyed you. But knowing how you feel about him, it's all starting to make sense." He smirked.

"Oh my God, shut up!" I squealed, which made him laugh louder. "I'll go talk to him, God he must think I'm such a snob!" Why did I have to get starstruck?

"No, no, he just thinks…." But Tom stopped himself, trailing off. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Tom…"

Lana laughed. "Oh I think I know…" She and Tom exchanged a look and a brow waggle before laughing and I let out a cry of frustration. "I hate you both, tell me right now!"

They just laughed harder and I shook my head. "Whatever, I'm going to apologize, do I look okay?" I gestured to my ensemble, honestly no one can say I didn't stick with the theme of the movie, it was an ode to Matt and Miranda's bdsm scene when she gave Matt the false sense of hope that he was in charge of their "relationship". It's a black latex suit, arm, body neck, everything covered, even had on fetish boots, but my breasts were completely out and my nipples covered with black latex pasties to match my black painted lips.

Tom choked on his drink as Lana eyed me with a slow and appreciative nod. "Minka bloody Farrah, the only person on the entire planet that stands there posing shy and cutesy in a fucking bdsm body suit asking if she looks okay!" He laughed in disbelief.

I pouted. "A simple yes would have sufficed.'' He shook his head. "Where is he?" I asked.

"In the bathroom having a smoke." I took a deep breath, some of Tom's IPA and headed to the French styled bathroom. I knocked and a muffled "Occupied.' Spoke through the door.

"Um Timothée? It's me, uh Mink-" Before I could get my name out the door was opened and he stood there towering over me gorgeously in all his Capricorn glory, a black vintage fit blazer open, a white tooth shirt and faded jeans with combat boots, a necklace wrapped around his neck seductively and rings adorned the long, skeletal fingers that held a cigarette. He smelled like a writer, cigarettes, espresso, and alcohol. There was a spicy cologne with a hint of sweetness and a small amount of sweat. I wanted to eat him. His verdant eyes were naturally and dreamily hooded, but right now a little wide as his raspberry lips hung parted.

I blinked and bit my lip as I twisted my fingers. "I wanted to apologize, Tom told me you thought you annoyed me–"

"I'm gonna kill Tom-"

"But you didn't! I was just…I love your acting so much, I was caught off guard…I'm so sorry, I can't believe I was so rude–"

"N-No, you weren't. " He finished softly with a breathy laugh before leaning against the doorframe. Stop posing or I'll drop to my knees.

I felt elated when I noticed his eyes roam my outfit, but then a little fear lingered in those depths of satisfaction. What if he thinks I'm too easy? He probably likes classy girls, he dated Lily-Rose Depp for God's sake.

"You like my acting?" A smile tilted his lips up.

I shrugged with a smile. "You probably hear that all the time." His eyes drifted from my mouth to my pasties, maybe I should have worn something else.

But he stepped aside and gestured in. "Please, join me, there's a lovely seat on the toilet."

I giggled. "But then where will you sit?"

"In the tub of course."

@meetmyothersouls @sufferingstarlight

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc

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le3fmtgy · 1 month

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．𖨂ㆍI may post about marxfem sometimes, DNI if uncomfy with that

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I stan (G)I-DLE ₊ Lapillus ₊ Miss A ₊ T-ARA ₊ Rammstein ₊ AtarashiiGakko & Twenty Øne Pilots

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𝝑𝝔⠀₊⠀pro-police﹐homo/transphobic﹐christian/catholic﹐toxic﹐toxic fandom/support toxic people﹐racist﹐clasist﹐pro-life﹐CISHET MEN．etc

#können a.m

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st4rvin · 10 months

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♡ ࿔*:･ﾟ Searching for an ana buddy

As the title says I'm searching for an ana buddy so if anyone's interested please contact me! Since I'm starting a diet (more details in next post) tomorrow I wanna do it with someone.

˗ˏˋContact me if:´ˎ˗

↳ 13-17 yrs old

wants to do fasts with me

wants to do diets together

preferred same gender(female)

won't judge

isn't fat phobic

isn't anti christians

About me !

Im a Christian & iam not interested in interacting with any "devil" stuff or "ana's a goddess" sh!t (sry not sry it's cringe)

I'll tell my age in private

I'm not gonna send pics of me (once I had an account on TT & some1 recognized me,now they know about so much private stuff I can't take a risk like that again)

Also I don't expect you to send pics either 🫧🩵

I'm definitely no judger! You can vent to me & tell me you binged and instead of beating you up for it I'll try to help you find a way out!

We can do daily reflections and just tell each other of our days (not everything has to be Ed related if you want too)

༊*·˚ if you don't fullfil all of these things and still want to befriend me please do so & I'm sure we'll find a way to work it out!

stay skinny and stay safe, loves!

#4norexi4 #thinspø #tw: ed #@na trigger #tw ana diary #body ch3ck #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #@na rules #@na tips

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dreampurpledreams · 10 months

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goth rave suggested!

NAVIGATION

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jewishbarbies · 2 years

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₊˚⊹♡ was victoriapedrcttis ✧˖°.

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[note: search on my blog for #anti(space)(thing) and you'll find posts explaining why these things are dni's for me]

Welcome to my multi-purpose blog for fandom, writing, and topics that are important to me. This is an anti-mcu, anti tony stark, and anti disney space, and there will be no tolerance for jkr or h*rry p*tter. I support abuse survivors regardless of gender, I don’t like t*ylor sw*ft as a person but tolerate her music, and if you have a problem with anything listed above, this blog is not for you. no, I will not stop posting about x-thing you don’t like. unfollow, block, gtfo.

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chroniclyst · 2 years

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about

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♡ charlotte + ophelia + red + other names

♡ they + she + he + it + xe/xem/xyr

♡ bisexual arospec acespec genderfluid (tme), i reclaim both dyke and fag

♡ 22 years old (nov 14)

♡ white + physically disabled + multiply neurodivergent + converting to judaism + osdd-1b

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♡ dnfi: usual criteria + zionist/pro-israel/"neutral" + terf + proship + endo/supporter + rad inclus + ace exclus + think pan is more inclusive than bi + think bi mlm can't reclaim fag and bi wlw can't reclaim dyke + support mspec lesbians/gay men (this one is a matter of personal comfort. i will still throw bricks at cops w y'all.) + transandrophobia truthers (read this and this. tl;dr trans men are not oppressed for being men but for being trans) + if you are respectful i am willing to have a calm discussion about these things in dms

♡ i do not want to follow or be followed by any new minors (current followers/mutuals exempt). if you are under 18 with an unlisted age and i follow, please let me know so i can unfollow for my own comfort. thank you.

♡ softblock to break mutuals if you can please

♡ dni is enforced with heavy handed blocking

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♡ please tag sibling death + cat death/harm/cruelty (even jokes!!!!) + pokemon death/harm/cruelty + floods + dsmp + tua + christianity + r slur + c slur

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windblume-wishes · 2 years

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Could I please request some HCs for Tatsumi Kazehaya?

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣! 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥! ♡︎

𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖...

Tatsumi Kazehaya - The Saintly Sweetheart (Head Canons)

Tatsumi prays every night before bed, as a priest he values prayer and daily worship of God so he does indeed pray before bed thanking the Lord for everything.

He has called Rei “Satan” before due to his presence giving off such a vibe, Rei however was rather amused and took it with humor- but not for long because the turquoise haired boy was armed with a cross.

It is said he is a crazy driver, yes he has done doughnuts in the church parking lot. Why? Why ever not? Aira and Mayoi are terrified to get into a car with him because of the doughnut spins.

He has at least tried to get the members of his unit to participate in confession to relieve any pent up guilt or anything.

Prays before every meal, even if it’s a simple snack he will pray.

He hums church songs while cleaning.

Aira was convinced he heard an angel in the hallway once but it was just Tatsumi singing “Amazing Grace”.

Sundays are a day of rest for him, he does indeed go to church those days and sometimes is in charge of hosting the mass for that day. He has attempted to invite his unit mates along- Mayoi is too chicken too enter the church because he fears he may burst into flames.

He on occasion will call people his “dear lambs”

When it was pointed out to him, he began to see the irony of what was said in the Bible “You shall not make for yourselves an idol”…. That he did and admittedly he feels terrible, he has went to confession for such and has prayed for forgiveness. He is fine.

He would get along splendidly with the ol’ Christian mums of Texas so much so that he would practically fit right in when in the “Bible Belt” if he came to America.

When Mayoi was sick, he stayed by his side and prayed for him, occasionally even singing to him.

Tatsumi is the reason that “CrossingxHeart” has Hallelujah in its lyrics- he got ahold of them and you cannot tell me otherwise.

He has scolded Aira for making a shrine for idols, Aira only huffed and grumbled but took down his mini shrine unless he wanted to be lectured further.

His bedtime is precisely at 8pm, no excuses.

Strict Christian boy follows every rule to a T, even when it is not during Lent he refuses to consume meat on a Friday.

He has a nativity scene he puts up during Christmas, it’s actually a rather adorable set that was made in Italy.

He wants to travel to the Vatican and to the Holy Land during the Easter Season.

Personally, when I look at Tatsumi, he reminds me of a cool youth pastor at Life Church.

He has a pocket Bible and rosary.

Tatsumi keeps a “Prayer Diary” where he writes who he prays for and a prayer for them. It’s actually quite sweet, a good portion of his prayers are dedicated to his unit mates.

A group of girls were commenting about “how hot” he is and his response was he is sure he is of average body temperature. He also told them not to worry and he will make sure he does not get too hot. The girls found that remark rather funny and oddly cute.

Scolds you if you swear!

#ensemble stars #Enstars #tatsumi kazehaya #ensemble stars headcanons #headcanons #windblume writes

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starshinecarly09 · 10 months

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Hi buddies!

Hey guys! It's me, Carly! I am an American cartoonist who loves to watch cartoons, eat food, draw stuff, ETC. I am also diagnosed with autism, please help me.

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️

My fursona, Carly the Cat.

☆About Me☆

Like I have said before, I am an American cartoonist who loves to watch cartoons, eat food, draw stuff, ETC. The name is Carly, but please call me Kitty, Catherine, Cal, Sweetie Pie, or Blue. My favorite colors are pink, blue, and black. My favorite shape is a ⭐️S T A R⭐️. My favorite food is chocolate (Yum!). My sexuality is pansexual. I am a Christian ✝️. I love to watch cartoons. And all of the other stuff. And I'm still autistic. My problem? I am a curious girl who likes asking people questions, I also get distracted when I have to focus on something else, and I get startled easily. Hmmmm.

♡The stuff I like♡

Cartoons, Anime, Comics, LGBTQ+, Food, Cats, Underrated/Obscure/Forgotten Cartoons, Electronics, Drawing, Requests/Art Trades/Comissions, My Comfort Characters (see down below), ETC.

💢DNI!💢

Okay, here are the stuff that trigger me the most…

Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism (don't talk to me about that), Silver Dollar City (god, I HATE THIS PLACE SO MUCH!!!), Foot Fetishes, Pedophillia, Zoophillia, Peanuts (the legume, not the comic series), Bullies, Art Thieves, Tracers, People Who Recolor Characters and Claim Them as Their Own, Crazy Fangirls, NFT's, ETC.

🥰My Comfort Characters🥰

Xiao Long from Gawayn, Manson from Matt's Monsters, Tracey Mcbean and Shamus Wong from Tracey Mcbean, Ian Kelley from Being Ian, Jerry from The Three Friends and Jerry, Eric Needles and Trevor Troublemeyer from Sidekick, Unikitty from Unikitty, and Gaston Lagaffe from Gaston Lagaffe.

⚡️Socials⚡️

Tumblr: You've landed here.

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/carlythecat1227

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-J3B5yb74xYhUo-VxMA8Ow/featured

TikTok (private): https://www.tiktok.com/@starshinecarly

Fandom: https://the-official-starshine-carly.fandom.com/wiki/User:Starshine_Carly

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Starshinecarly

Scratch: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/CutieCarly/

Sketchers United: https://sketchersunited.org/users/161776

That's all I have to say, bye!

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https-rat · 2 years

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/)/) (\(\ welcome to my brain!!! ( . .) (. . ) i dont have a dni, ( づ🍓⊂ ) i’ll just block you if you suck

♡ pronoun page ♡ my carrd ♡ navi ♡ art blog ♡

♡ my “main name” is lennon but i also vibe with jason, rex, damien, eden, spider. but, any diminutive form of sugarcrash or https-rat works too! ♡ i usually use he/they + a handful of neos but i dont really care tbh so she/it or whatever else is good too. ♡ taurus + istp - t ♡ therapist - dx anxiety & adhd ♡ digital & traditional artist, burnt out gifted kid, skate rat, caffiene addict, and desert creature ♡ plz plz plz tag stuff that has to do w/ religion (esp christianity), vomit, & unreality!! flash warnings are appreciated! ty :3

#new pinned post who dis

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corn-fanfiction · 3 months

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got a damien karras idea: karras x vampire reader (i imagine them as male but any gender is also fine). the idea is vampire reader notices karras’ ordeal, corners him in a night lit alley and gives him a deal: they can make it so he can be immune to the demon at a terrible cost, only to be refused. they show respect to his faith before bidding farewell, kind of a sad story. they can pepper in charms in between but this isn’t mandatory, for example turning his jaw or teasing him “you know little, don’t you?”. im fine if this doesnt get picked up tho, have a nice day!

Anon...when I tell you I SPRINTED to my desk.

I hope this is what you wanted. I love this sad-eyed hunk and his rando vampire friend.

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Blood of the Father (Damien Karras and M!Vampire)

Rated: T I guess?

Tags/warnings: ANGST, CATHOLIC GUILT, gays being mean to each other, hurt no comfort, religious trauma

It is the greatest of ironies that He cannot step inside the church. Instead, He has to resort to watching from outside the stained-glass window. He watches in the heat, watches in the cold, watches from the well-shaded tunnel of an alleyway. Georgetown was so changeable, but darkness and dimly lit streets are always reliable. The Bible is reliable, regardless of how others choose to change it. But religion? Church? Priests? These are wavering, tenuous. Born on shaky legs and dying on broken bones.

Damien Karras is one so flappable.

He watches him in particular for a very long time. He’s not His only subject, but certainly his favorite, for as long as the dance lasts, anyway. And it does not last long. Yet another leaf threatening to break away with a November wind.

He’s watching from the ground below, hands in his pockets, the wet leaves illuminated by a nearby lamppost. A swift change in direction and the wind catches a maple and tugs it away with a sigh. It put up what fight it could. Even weak soldiers are still soldiers.

Or Jesuits. He turns when he hears him coming from a half-mile away. Coming from the Macneil residence, bundled up in his windbreaker. Collar turned against the heavy rain. He adjusts his collar, straightens his jacket. Strides along the opposite end of the sidewalk. They meet at the steps and He pulls the priest into a tight space between the steps and the brick casing of a house.

Damien Karras barely breathes. Whatever he’s just seen makes every simple fright pale in comparison. He’d be jealous if He didn’t feel so sorry for him.

“I don’t have any money,” Damien says. He feels his arms under the windbreaker and smirks. He’s strong, toned, muscles well hidden under any choice of clothing. He could push Him away, really fight him, make a break for it. But he won’t.

“I know. It’s a helluva good thing I don’t want any.”

To his credit, Damien does break His arms away. He peers back out onto the narrow street, in the direction Damien came from.

“You have no idea what you’re up against. But I do. I’ve been watching you, Dimmy. Not like the other one. But we’re much different, anyways. He’s a certified devil. I’m just…well. I’m a night trader. But I can still offer you a fantastic deal.”

Damien tries to walk as soon as the last syllable leaves His red lips but His arms brace against the brick and the priest can’t budge past them.

“Don’t be rude. It’s un-Christian.”

“What do you want?”

“It’s about time you asked. Do you know the only thing that can really, truly save your soul from the devil?”

Damien doesn’t answer. He doesn’t bother to say God, or repentance, or prayer. The man leans his face close to where its freezing skin gives Damien a chill.

“To be a devil yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sometimes that’s true. Not in this case, however. We have encountered one of the few instances where I know better than anyone, actually. Aren’t you the least bit interested? You can withstand the temptation of that devil down the street, save that little girl’s life? Be a hero?”

“I withstand the temptation of one devil by giving into another?”

“He’s quick,” He sucks against his sharp teeth. “To be a martyr is the best thing in your God’s eyes, isn’t it? This way, you get the title without having to deal with the whole dying business.”

“You still haven’t explained your offer.”

He smiles.

“I am offering eternal life, eternal death, wakeless days and sleepless nights. Sanguine. You’d be immortal, imperceptable, and all for the price of your soul. Isn’t that nice? And you wouldn’t be without company, either. You’d have me, of course. I’ve been watching you, Damien. I’ve seen you, the way no one else has or will. Not even your precious Jesuit friend. You fear for your eternal soul and his anyway. I’m no mind-reader, but I’d say there’s some mutual feeling there. That’s another benefit they don’t tell you about. No one can truly judge you if you cannot die.”

“You can die. Anything can die. And there is one to judge.”

“True. But if you do something much worse first, sodomy disappears to the bottom of the list.”

Damien’s fist collides with the man’s face quick enough that He’s able to register it right before it happens, and He allows it. His head barely moves, his lip splits, but it does not bleed.

“I could go on. Abandoning your poor mother. God cares more about that than who you share a bed with.”

“You son of a bitch-” Damien grabs the lapel of His coat and draws him near. He shakes with rage and tears roll down his sculpted cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“If you don’t believe in a God, then what does it matter? Bring it down to science. I said I’ve seen you. The very idea keeps you up at night. How can you fight against something if you don’t believe in the one weapon you have against it?”

Damien pushes Him away, wipes his mouth with his knuckles.

“Whatever it is, I’m not broken enough to buy it. Whatever you think you know about me or anyone else is false.”

“And yet you’re still here. Come on. Lay down this burden. Don’t be so selfish as to pawn it off on someone else. How do you think this ends for you? For her?”

Damien looks at the ground. He clenches and unclenches his fist.

“If that, that thing can exist, and if you can exist, and these things you believe in, then there has to be something, or someone to balance it all out, hasn’t there?”

“You’re asking me to tell you if God exists?”

Damien shakes his head, spilling more water droplets onto the sidewalk. He watches them with a hunger.

“I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say.”

The man straightens. “The pain would go away. The responsibility. The guilt.”

“It’s what makes us human.”

The man leans a hand against the brick wall beside Damien’s head. He smiles, then sighs. Wipes his face.

“I can’t twist your arm?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.” A beat. “I lied earlier. The guilt doesn’t go away. I don’t know why. But it doesn’t.”

He extends a finger, exposing a long, sharp nail and traces the line beside Damien’s mouth.

“You know little, don’t you?”

Damien waits until He takes His hand away to respond.

“I know enough.”

He nods.

“Yes, I think you do.”

He withdraws his arm from the wall and Damien rushes out into the sidewalk. The man follows him slowly after a spare moment, leans against one of the posts of the staircase. Watches him jog.

“Goodnight, Father. And good luck.”

Damien looks back only for a moment, as if to make sure it really was this stranger that was speaking. He doesn’t respond before disappearing from view. The man sighs, turns towards the MacNeil house, mutters something in a long forgotten language, then disappears from Georgetown forever.

#damien karras #the exorcist #the exorcist fanfiction #vampires??????#in my exorcist fanfiction????

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urlocalterrorist · 2 years

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Henlo, Henlo Tumblr!!!

I am new to Tumblr, and i just wanna make a few things clear before i officially open requests.

*khm khm*

Character i write for:

Every demon slayer character! You can also request me some oc x character if you want to ofc!

Thing that you can request from me:

Everything that is sfw!

Platonic relationships! (for example: child, teen, adopted, adopted sibling!reader x character. just. platonic.)

Do you like any Au? Me to! And i will write sum. As long as nothing goes... Khm that way. It's all fine!! ^^

You like Monster!Reader x Monster character? I like them to! Still theres one rule. No smut.

A TINY BIT of dark themes and against (just a little bit bc i have a sensitive soul and i don't think i'll be able to handle to much)

Any reader pronounce, or ✨💅homosexual💅✨relationships are welcome here :)

Yandere are also can be requested if the characters death are mentioned.

Thing that you CAN'T request from me:

Nsfw= NO

SA, Ed or any other mental health thing. No just. No. I don't wanna be mean, it's only bc i also suffer with a few mental health issues and i do NOT want to write about it. Exept if it's a comfort.

Charters death can only be MENTIONED.

Sibling x sibling. Are you guys out of your mind?

Steb sibling x Steb parent, steb sibling x steb sibling= no. I am not willing to write the steb bro meme. Or the steb parent. Exept if it's platonic.

Animal abuse. No. Just. No.

Toxic relationships, and all the things that is count as abuse.

Pedophilia is also a big no

If you still try to request anything from above in my blogs, then the T-Cat Police Officers will found you and:

Current anons:

Nothing yet :c

Things about me!! ^^

I am a 13 years old minor, who loves to draw, write or just simply read! (if i won't forget to read the book i started)

I have some issues with my memory so if i forget about my blogs on tumbler, pls remind me!!

I love Mythical creatures, especially phoneixes, dragons, and half human half monster! (i also write for them *wink*)

I have a good imagination, and fantasy! You could request me any thing that is legal on my blog! I love the color red and i read the manga till Muzan's death.

I love animals, and i also love nature! I love cats, and tea. Jet i don't have a pet but i will try to convents my parents buy me a pet! Hopefully they will believe me that i can take care of a cat while i am going to school everyday!

I live in Eastern Europe so that means i am not english if i write something wrong feel free to correct me but pls don't judge me pls. I am studying in a Christian Gymnasium, i just started 7th grade with my new class and i am happy to be there!

I love video games, especially survival, story games (where you can have your own ending) and adventure games! My favorite game so far is ARK survival evolved, and The long dark.

I also like anime! Or just simply watching series!

Requests time, how much i (would like to) post a day/week?

Around 1.30 pm i finish school and then i can take requests, or maybe in between classes, i can answer a few questions ar write head canons!

How much time will it take for me to write a bolg? - i have no idea.

Mesterlist

This blog always ganna chance so make sure you always check this blog. That's all i think have a nice day/night/evening! ♡

#have a cup of tea! ^^#demon slayer #sfw interaction only #demon slayer fluff #fluff

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 4 months

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12.16.23 Saturday

7:36 am

It is just weird that I have to scan this 10 pages form from conduent...Well, I asked already again and they told me that I have to do it...

I wonder if there ìs still a computer shop and scanner somewhere....

Later,I have to find a scanner somewhere... Still,have windblow...

Do I feel horny? 16 years that I'm single? Hmm....I posted this issue on my previous post...I have my lil green men.... But I want to find the right one...In a way,I still need to put collagen down there and I have a lil pride on it.... Though, it is irritating if you wanna feel it but there is no one for me now...

8:06 am

For windblow...

A lesson that I've learned lately that I asked for it from someone, if you angels want to know just read everything or back track my journal entries here though a lot of times I asked help and just venting out my bad emotion...

I did crave for sex for any position that I want but I was rejected, right? It was a lesson learned to hold myself and protect my ego and pride...

I feel ugly and fat now... I feel that I need to work... I really wanna beat the position of being a product manager or trainer... I wanna perfect my nose. I just need to find mature people to hang around with or new mature friends...

But life is full of surprises!!!

I STILL FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW, THAT I MUST KNOW...

I'm fine "Lil Green Men" are with me to save my daY.

10:02 am

Done, with the forms and after lunch I have to scan this and send to Conduent...

I'm just wondering on page 6 about the word "contingent"...

Contingency refers to an event that may or may not occur in the future. In other words, it depends on fulfillment of a condition, which is uncertain or incidental. ( google)

♡♡♡♡

I just hope that I can smoothly start my job without hassle....

10:14 am

Just checking this Conduent the company is originated in New Jersey...

Hmm.... It suddenly pop-up in my mind my xbf who went there but this is just a story that I suddenly remember now... There was this one circumstance that happened during my 18th birthday and I knew he got mad at me or simply he was judgemental on something... This is just a past event of my life with some fucking, old,missing friends or gf's or bf's or old fucking friends are "all missing in action or simply super active at the back stage or they forgot to invite me in the bathroom".

Ouch!!!

So, this Mark who is a Born Again Christian that I met in FEU Recto, who originally lives in Bungalow Pampanga... Who got angry at me for shoving off my biological father on the day of my 18th birthday coz he didn't know the actual reason. I just figured out that he wanted to smash me coz of my behaviour...

Mark didn't know... It was my private argument on my biological father... It seems he wanted to remove my spoiled status here in my biological mother side on my Aunt who was my "mother Teresa"... What I mean is,my mother Teresa was my guardian and became my 2nd mom coz she was married with a Japanese and supported me on my education since high-school until college... Then,life is not always perfect...

I hope Mark should respect me on that behaviour and my biological father and I, we talked about it again just few years back that we really confronted each other about that day that I shoved him off on my 18th birthday...

My biological father knew that I asked him a money around 100k for my 18th birthday, it was an act suggested not ordered by my "adoptive parent's". They wanted my biological father to exist with pride. I got angry coz I called him for many2x times that I said Pa can you give me a 100k pesoses for my 18th birthday, for additional money and he didn't reply or anything coz he was really on his peak those days... I mean my biological father got good links and money. He is one of the best dancers on ballroom floor industry... Once you are one of the best or one of the charms of ballroom floor, you got a good backbone support...

The issue that Mark, got angry on me somehow the story was like that... He said that I was disrespectful... He wanted me to stay with my biological father coz of that for me to stop being a spoiled here. Mark just couldn't understand the situation that I had with my biological father.

But from the previous years, me and my biological father talked about it, he said he was busy that time. I said coz I asked money from you remember?

On my 18th birthday he appeared and I felt that what was the point of being there that I tried asking money from him and he was not replying... I just said what is the point of being here pa? You didn't give me additional money. He just gave me the necklace, earrings,bracelet everything on real GOLD then he left... We had a gap for some years...

The jewellery that he gave me it was all on the Cebuana Pawnshop and I wasn't able to recover even my other rings and golds...

10:53 am

For Mark, I have no guilty emotion on him... I just can't end up with someone who will take the side of my family, I mean I don't like that kind of man or bf....

I want my bf or gf be always on my side! Most specially my bf! I don't want my bf to be on the side of my family that is not a good husband!

Mark just wanted a points for him...

11:30 am

I still have windblow...

Again, can I just kiss Borgy's lower abdomen before lunch?

If we can just turn back the time Borgy....

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12:27 noon

Lunch time... I don't know....This is my favorite picture of Borgy... Of all of his pictures, coz it looks like college...

If I can just really turn back the time... Time is something Borgy... Right?

At one point I have addiction on my bf being dugyot or looking wasted... But it looks like really college... College bf...

Dugyot or looking wasted but still brushing his teeth and cleaning his nails... A good sweaty smell that you will still love him...

5:21 pm

Krisia Paglinawan is one of the HR's or assisting employee in Conduent for many2x times she sent me that my NBI is already expired,for several times I answered her Ms or Mam Krisia it will be on 23... It is just 16th of December today and I already sent all of my requirements documents via mail to everyone on HR in Conduent...

Ms Krisia Paglinawan keeps on telling me that my NBI is expired... She is crazy... She is crazy angels...

Done, sending all of my scan documents in Conduent.

8:16 pm

This Krisia is crazy...

8:35 pm

It is still valid, it can still be processed as for today as valid requirements....It is not a receipt, it is a clearance!

Say "update after the validity"...

Plus,the police clearance??? Huh???

8:58 pm

The main security told me that next week probably we will start... Mr Joe told me to process everything today....There is contingency, angels... I need a job...

I need to complete everything today...

Something is weird and wrong...

I FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW, THAT I MUST KNOW... THAT I SHOULD KNOW...

9:22 pm

Shit this NBI... What the fuck are those dates???

9:43 pm

Whew! Stress... I'm having chest pain... I feel bad...

10:41 pm

I have windblow... On Monday will process my fucking NBI in Robinson Dasma.

I don't have a schedule which is I need to fall in a long line... I hate it!!! I CAN'T MAKE A SCHEDULE...

I feeel bullshit!!!

Plus, I feel jealous on something that I don't know...

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