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girlgenius1111 · 3 days

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might just love you 'til the end

post... that match. a bit of angst, mostly fluff. alexia is not pleased after her performance against chelsea. you aren't quite sure what she needs from you. you decide to give her space, but that isn't really what she needs. alexia tells you... eventually.

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It was a long day, a tiring and difficult match, and Alexia probably would have resorted to one of her coping mechanisms, if she hadn’t missed that last shot on goal. It seemed to take something out of her, and even from your place sitting on the bench, you could see how angry she was acting. Underneath that, though, you could tell that she was really just disappointed in herself.

Watching her blink back tears as she made her way around the pitch was almost too much for you. You wanted nothing more than to grab her hand, pull her into the tunnel, and hug her until she wasn’t sad anymore. You knew better than to try to comfort her now, though. Alexia hated nothing more than seeming weak, especially in front of the team. Anything she needed or wanted from you would have to wait until you both got home. And even then, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sometimes she’d just shut down after a bad game, go to sleep, and wake up with a new passion the next morning. Sometimes she’d shut down, but her fury at herself would linger for days. Very rarely did she talk about it. Only when she really reached her breaking point, which was admittedly a lot harder to reach than other people’s were, would she let you make her feel better.

It wasn’t necessarily a healthy array of options that she normally went with, but you couldn’t argue that it didn’t work. It worked for Alexia, and that was what was important. Even if giving her space until she asked for something else hurt, you knew it was what she needed.

She acted pretty much how you expected her to as you both made your way into the locker room and headed for the showers. The blonde gave you nothing more than a high five and a weak smile, before she launched herself into her post match routine. You did the same, icing various parts of your body that hurt after a rather physical game. You kept your eyes on your girlfriend, though, watching the hollow way she brushed through her hair and the mechanical way she laced up her shoes. You were done before her, sitting in your locker looking at your phone, trying to figure out how bad the social media situation was going to be for her, when her white nikes appeared in front of you. You looked up at her with a smile, though it fell slightly when you took in the completely emotionless look on her face. She’d shut down, then, like you’d expected her to. You knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it easier that she wouldn’t let you help.

“¿Lista?” She asked roughly, not meeting your eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You replied, getting to your feet, grabbing your bag, and giving Mapi a reassuring look from where she sat waiting for Ingrid to be ready to go. You knew your girlfriend’s best friend worried about her, and that she had tried to talk to her after the match, but it hadn’t really gone anywhere. You were surprised when, as soon as you were out of the locker room and had walked a ways down the hall, Alexia dropped her bag to the ground and pulled you into a tight hug.

You returned the hug, sighing into her shoulder, feeling her bury her face in your slightly damp hair. The hug was for you, you could tell. To make you feel better, even when Alexia wouldn’t allow you to do anything to make her feel better. She held herself a bit tensely, and when she pulled away, her eyes searched yours, her worry clear on her face.

“Te amo,” she whispered, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “I am proud of you, always.”

“I love you, Ale,” you replied, a thousand more words on the tip of your tongue. You wanted to tell her you were proud of her, too, that it wasn’t her fault, that she didn’t need to deal with today all by herself, but you knew she wouldn’t accept it right now. Instead, you grabbed her hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

The captain kept her hand in yours as you both walked to her car, and though you expected her to pull away from the contact, you were glad that she was letting herself have something to make herself feel better. The car ride home was silent, and you predicted the rest of the night to be the same.

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You knew to let Alexia deal with it how she dealt with it, but you did put your foot down on a couple things. When she headed right for the couch, going to put the match replay on the TV and take notes, you shook your head, taking the remote out of her hand.

“Not tonight. It won’t make you feel better.”

“I have to watch,” she argued, but you cut her off.

“You can watch tomorrow. Tonight we are going to watch a movie, order dinner, and go to bed early.”

“Amor,” Alexia sighed, her brow furrowed, no doubt thinking about how she could convince you to let her do this.

You switched tactics, knowing there was one sure way to get your girlfriend to agree with you. “Please? For me? I don’t want to watch that again right now.”

The blonde softened, nodding her head at you. Satisfied, you flopped down on the couch next to her, grabbing her arm and draping it over your shoulder.

Alexia smiled despite herself, leaving a soft kiss on the top of your head. She was still practically silent as you picked out a movie, but she pulled you close to her, slipping her hand up the front of your shirt and running her thumb back and forth across your skin.

Even if she was only letting this happen because she thought she was comforting you, it was still better than nothing. Better than the rare occasions that she’d sleep on the couch, almost as a punishment for herself when she didn’t perform the way she thought she should’ve. The blonde had gotten better since getting together with you, mostly because you pointed out the inconsistencies in how she treated you after a rough game, and how she treated herself. Some rough days sent her spiraling back to her bad habits, though, and you were glad you could pull her away from those, at least for today.

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“Cariño,” Alexia whispered, jostling you slightly. “Let’s go to bed, vale?”

“Hmm?” You mumbled, barely opening your eyes. “‘M not asleep.”

“Oh, sure. You are just watching the movie with your eyes closed?”

“Sí,” you sighed, turning against her slightly until your head was laid on her chest. It vibrated under you as she laughed, and the sound woke you a bit more, glad to hear something even remotely joyful come out of your girlfriend’s mouth.

“Venga, amor, it is time for bed.” She insisted, gently sitting up and easing you into an upright position. You pouted at her, wishing the smile on her face would reach her eyes. When it didn’t, you rose from the couch, grabbing Alexia’s hand, and pulling her towards the bedroom.

You both made quick work of your nighttime routines, and you were glad to slide into the bed, undeniably exhausted from the physically and emotionally draining day. Alexia slipped in next to you, though she didn’t really get comfortable; she remained halfway sat up, staring at the ceiling above her. You tucked yourself into her side, burrowing under the covers until you were surrounded by soft fabric and Alexia’s sweatshirt. She seemed wide awake, and you laced your fingers with her, rubbing your thumb comfortingly along the back.

“Sleep, baby. You need rest. Everything will feel better in the morning.” Alexia nodded mechanically, giving you a half smile that you didn’t buy for a second, before her eyes fluttered shut. “I love you. You’re my favorite person.” You whispered.

She opened her eyes again at your words, softening slightly. She turned on her side and pulled you into her chest, wrapping you up tightly in her arms. “Te amo, mi niña, eres perfecta.” She whispered.

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You fell asleep easily. Alexia, evidently, had not. You realized this when you rolled over in the middle of the night, seeking out your girlfriend to curl up against, and only felt cold sheets next to you.

It woke you up, and you opened your eyes, in your sleepy haze worried Alexia had gotten sick or something. You looked around the room, and towards the bathroom, but no lights were on. You sat up in the bed, forcing yourself to wake up more. Once you had thought about it for a minute, you had a sneaking suspicion about where your girlfriend had disappeared to in the middle of the night. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, checking Alexia’s location, and sure enough, her little profile picture was at a park a few blocks away. It had a football pitch, and Alexia sometimes slipped away there when she wanted to clear her head, but not deal with seeing people she knew at the Barça training ground.

You dragged yourself out of bed, even though you had half a mind to call Ale’s mom and get Eli to deal with her, knowing she could scold her daughter much more effectively than you could. It was the middle of the night, though, and you knew that Alexia may need a softer approach. You weren’t really sure what headspace she’d be in when you found her, and it was at this thought that you began to move faster, pulling on joggers and a shirt, and rushing down the stairs. You could visualize what she’d be doing, taking shot after shot on goal, but you couldn’t figure out how she’d be acting. Upset, or sad, or angry, or still completely blank. You grabbed your car keys, not really wanting to waste a second longer than possible by walking to where Alexia was, although it wasn’t far.

It only took a few minutes to arrive, and you pulled into the parking lot with your attention completely fixed on the figure across the park, running down the pitch with a ball at her feet. As you got closer, you took in how exhausted Alexia looked, as if she’d been at this for hours.

“Ale?” You called, finally arriving at the pitch and trying to get your girlfriend’s attention from the sidelines. She didn’t look over at you, too caught up in her own thoughts, trying to angle her shot in just right.

You moved closer, and finally she saw you, just out of the corner of her eye. She stopped what she was doing, turning to face you. “Amor?” She questioned. “What are you doing here?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at her question. “Really? You’re asking me what I’m doing here?” Your girlfriend had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. “It’s the middle of the night, Alexia. What are you doing?”

“I could not fall asleep.” Alexia told you, walking over to you, her ball abandoned behind her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You asked, brushing a few pieces of flyaway hair off her forehead. She melted into your touch, her body slouching down towards you, giving you even more of an idea of how exhausted she was.

“I wanted you to rest.” She said quietly, and it was a perfectly believable explanation, but for some reason you had a feeling that there was more to it than that. You fixed her with a look, raising one eyebrow. The blonde sighed again, grabbing your hand in hers. “Can we go home?”

“Only if you promise to talk to me when we get there. Otherwise I’ll make you stand in goal while I shoot.” You teased, happy to see a small smile on your girlfriend’s completely drained face.

“Promise.” She said, giving your hand a squeeze as you both began to walk towards the park exit.

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You sent Alexia to shower upon arriving home, sitting on the couch until she was done, absolutely sure that if you got back in bed, you’d instantly fall back asleep. Alexia very timidly walked out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, all bundled up in a sweatshirt and sweatpants even though it was rather warm out.

Alexia looked weirdly nervous as she sat down next to you, her eyes everywhere but on yours. She reached for your hand very hesitantly, relaxing slightly when you intertwined your fingers with hers easily.

“What’s wrong, Ale?” You asked.

“I am sorry about today. Really sorry, amor.”

You opened your mouth, prepared to tell her that you forgave her for sneaking away in the middle of the night instead of waking you up, but you stopped when you looked at her closer, and found tears in her eyes. Something about the way she’d phrased it, too, that she was sorry about ‘today,’ didn’t sit right with you.

“What are you sorry about?” You asked, frowning when Alexia chewed on her lower lip instead of answering.

“I disappointed you today.” She said finally.

“Alexia,” you rushed to contradict her, but she cut you off.

“No, I know I did. I am sorry, I will do better, mi amor, I promise.”

“Love, you did not disappoint me.” You insisted, cradling your girlfriend’s cheek and wiping away a stray tear. She shrugged, like she didn’t believe you. “You could never disappoint me, Alexia, especially not by missing a shot. Why do you think that?”

Her eyes flicked up to yours, finding only sincerity there, as she took a deep breath, and spoke. “I told you I was proud of you.” Alexia mumbled, her cheeks flushing. “You did not say it back. And you normally give me a hug after matches in the locker room, but you did not, not until I hugged you.”

You were sure you felt your heart crack in two. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” You said, reaching to pull her into a hug. She shrugged out of your grasp, though, and you were furious with yourself in that moment.

“You do not need to be sorry, I understand.” She said, albeit rather miserably, looking so angry and upset with herself, when she really should have been directing that at you.

“No, Alexia, look at me.” You insisted, gently tilting her head to look at you. She was barely holding back tears, her lip wavering sadly. “Oh, my love. I didn’t say it back because I didn’t think you’d want to hear it. You never listen after rough games, I was trying to let you have your feelings for the night, and then try to make you feel better tomorrow. I didn’t think you’d want comfort, Alexia, not today. I am so proud of you, Alexia. Every day, I am proud of you, especially today. You did everything you could do, I know that. It just wasn’t our day. Estoy tan orgullosa de ti.” You emphasized.

Alexia nodded slowly, but you could tell she didn’t fully believe you.

“Would you ever be disappointed with me for missing a shot?” You asked, slightly amused when the blonde whipped her head up to look at you, a frown set on her features.

“No. Never.” Alexia said quickly, appalled at even the idea.

You smiled at her sadly. “Can you not imagine that I feel the same way about you, Ale? That I love you just as much as you love me?

Your girlfriend swallowed roughly, reaching to pull you into her lap, and into a hug. You let her manhandle you the way she wanted, wrapping your arms around her and kissing the side of her head repeatedly once she grabbed on to you.

“It is hard to believe sometimes. It is… too good to be true. That you love me like I love you. I do not always feel like I deserve it. Especially when I am grumpy all day after we lose, and I sneak out of our bed, and make you come find me in the middle of the night.” Alexia said, her voice dripping with insecurity.

You pulled back just slightly, pressing your forehead to Alexia’s, threading your fingers through her hair. “You always deserve it. Always, Alexia. And I would get out of bed in the middle of the night to come find you every day if you needed me too. I’d get on a plane in the middle of the night and fly halfway across the world to find you, if that’s what you needed.” You whispered, leaning forward to press your lips to Alexia’s.

She kissed you back, hard, trying to tell you how much everything you’d said meant to her.

“I’d rather not, but I’d do it.” You mumbled against her mouth, feeling her smile against your own lips.

“Okay.” She said finally, and it was clear to you that she believed you a bit more now, and that she’d believe you even more tomorrow. “I will keep my fleeing of the country to a minimum.”

You laughed. “Good. Because I want to go to bed.”

Alexia nodded enthusiastically, rising up off the couch with you held securely in her arms. “Me too.”

She carried you towards the bedroom, already physically more relaxed than she’d been all day.

“If you set an alarm for the morning, I will make you sleep at the park tomorrow night.” You told her, letting out a rather undignified squeak when she gently threw you down on the bed.

She smiled at you mischievously, her bad day completely forgotten. How could she think about her performance when you were so perfect, and so pretty, and she was so tired.

“No alarm.” She promised, turning her light off and collapsing onto the bed next to you. It had been a mistake, not waking you up before. Because when you pulled her into you and began to scratch lightly at her back, she went completely limp, and she knew you were all she needed to fall asleep. Alexia didn’t need to practice her shots until her legs were numb. She just needed to lay her head on your chest and hear your heartbeat in her ear, and she’d remember that everything would be okay.

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hope you enjoyed :)

#alexia putellas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso fanfics

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amatorygirls · 7 hours

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GtN and HtN spoilers!! CW: talk of not having control over your body

just randomly thought of this now so excuse my incoherentness or possible ignorance or if anyone has said this before (this is also my first ever tumblr post so sorry for formatting errors), but i was looking at fanart of cytherea the first and just loving it. i realized there’s just something so baroque about her, and i think that’s on purpose. because she’s of the 7th house yes, the emperor’s joy and all that, but also because she’s a woman, and also because she’s dying. she’s expected to be beautiful because of her affiliation and her gender, all while she’s decaying from a disease that she was doomed to be born with and could never escape until it ultimately killed her. wilting away infront of everyone. and the ENTIRE time, she was given roses. roses, the pinnacle of beauty. every single rose she was given had a meaning, a life. and every single rose died. inevitably, wilting away infront of her. reminding her of her own fragile, ‘beautiful’ self. and even after she was dead, she was laid to rest drowned in roses that were modified to stay perpetually fresh, along with her body (i think) ((which of course john would do, after reading nona i’m not surprised)). not even eternally asleep could she catch a break. i think tamsyn muir was saying something here about how the ‘ideal woman is a dead one’. she is silent, still, and malleable. that’s what she pretended to be in canaan house. but i don’t think she ever could truly be. she was too angry. too enraged. also the fact that she became a lyctor in hopes she could be cured but just ended up suffering in a stagnant state of sickness for thousands of years, the fact that she was purposely given this disease. the fact that john LIED. lied to everyone. lied to HER. before her life, during her life, and after her life, things were done to her body without her informed consent. her cancer being almost prophetic, her unknowing improper lyctoral ascension, and the possesion of her empty shell of a body. (also it being used as a medium for pyrrha and wake is a whole other thing) she IS the rage of not having control over your own body. i think, ultimatley, that’s what her character is about. i mean, i’m pretty sure harrow stabbing The Sword™️ INSIDE her unwilling corpse was probably a metaphor or something…

“we take so much. i’m so sorry.”

(again i just thought of this thirty minutes ago so feel free to add anything 🙏) ((i also wonder how this parallels dulcinea and her life but it’s 1 am and i don’t feel like thinking anymore. but i think we’ll learn more about her in alecto.))

the art that inspired this was a beautiful cytherea and harrow drawing by pygmypouter on tumblr!

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crimeronan · 11 months

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Crying Pathetically With Relief. my doc can't treat my autoimmune stuff without me seeing a rheum but she apparently Can treat my pain, she prescribed some short-term NSAIDs that are way more powerful than ibuprofen & usually offered for post-surgery interventions. i have not had surgery but my flares nowadays release comparable inflammation so. i didn't actually know that there are non-opioid non-steroid painkillers that work well for this. took the first one just a little bit ago so we'll see how much it helps 🤞🤞🤞

#oversharing mainly because ive made u all put up with like a thousand 'i am going to kill myself' posts over the past few days #i felt so Stupid telling my doc what bad shape i'm in bc i thought for sure she'd think i was drug-seeking or being dramatic #i was so confused and out of it in her office. deeply embarrassing #i actually am feeling some difference in my shoulders/hips already #in that i am Less Aware of them. hands are still stiff and the joints dont like moving but. Oh God It's Something #i dont need the pain to go away fully or nothin' i just need to Not Be Dying #autoimmune tag

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magicpiano · 8 months

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Me: For all that I love anime, I have never seen One Piece, it just seemed too long and the character designs put me off, but I figure I should give the live action a shot!

Me during episode 1: This is actually quite good! It is charming and the characters are fun! I am really enjoying it!

Me at the end of episode 1: what the fuck is that snail thing?? The fuck????

#one piece #one piece netflix #i get the feeling that first time viewers are going to have a lot of what the fuck moments #but honestly the fuck is that snail thing #???????????????????#my posts #the rest of episode 1 was good though #sad to see glasses guy level though he was my fav so far i hope he comes back #but then i am sure he must even if not in the live action because the manga is like a thousand chapters or some shit #will probably keep watching though #the snail was weirder than the clown but the pirate clown was also cursed as fuck

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swashbucklery · 1 year

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Also look I watched Oklahoma this week for the first time. Like, the 1950s cowboy musical about murder Oklahoma, which is incredibly easy to find on Disney+, and okay.

1) I have one of the songs stuck in my head and it’s A BAD ONE and I can’t get over it because I want to talk about this musical for approximately 85029402 hours but also I cannot stress enough how much I don’t recommend watching it. It’s so complicated? It’s - ok it’s almost exactly the same way I felt when I read Ian Fleming’s entire collection of original Bond novels in a single summer, which is to say: it’s a deeply unsettling encapsulation of the profoundly racist, sexist, and homophobic normativity of the 1950s without intending to be.

It’s fluffy “fun” pop culture! I the viewer am expected to feel entertained and carefree because this is a puff movie or a campy spy novel. But the baked in values - the clues the story includes to imply someone is weird, the casually demeaning language, the overt racism - are so jarring that it’s impossible to experience the fun without interrogating the time in which it exists. (And, I think also, with Oklahoma it feels so much like the basis for a lot of the modern hard-right ‘values’ that I can’t look away)

2) Like, ok. Right off the bat I’m going to say half this movie is PROBLEMATIC AT BEST there are in theory two intertwining romantic arcs and one is A Man In Brownface Being A Racist Caricature Of Someone From The Middle East hooks up with The Town Idiot Woman Who’s Too Dumb To Understand Sexual Consent (she sings a song about it) and they’re in a love triangle with Local Idiot Man Who Can’t Count To Fifty; we go downhill from there.

3) Assuming you decide to handwave that AND THAT IS A BIG IF the OTHER half is: cowboy wants to date girl. But she lives on a farm! And the Local Farm Hand is into girl and he’s Gross. We know he’s Gross because it’s implied in the first scene that he purchases pornography and is probably a masturbator, and that is going to set us up for the scene in the finale where he tries to kill everyone THIS IS A REAL MOVIE I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IS A REAL MOVIE.

4) But also as the setup to this romantic conflict, the cowboy sits down with the farmhand and sings a duet that’s basically: hey jackass you should kill yourself for being Gross. WHY IS THIS -

ON THE POSTER THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE SMILING IN A FIELD. THIS IS A FAMOUS MUSICAL.

ANYWAY THEN LATER VARIOUS THINGS HAPPEN AND WE SING A LOT OF SONGS THAT ARE PRETTY FUCKING FRAUGHT, ABOUT HOW WE SHOULD ALL GET ALONG BUT IF WE CAIN’T GET ALONG WE SHOULD SHOOT EACH OTHER

AND THEN THE COWBOY MURDERS THE FARMHAND

HALF AN HOUR AFTER HIS WEDDING TO THE GIRL

AND THEN THEY GO ON THEIR HONEYMOON

AND SING A SONG

ABOUT HOW OKLAHOMA IS A STATE NOW AND THEY’RE SO GLAD TO BE PART OF

AMERICA NOW?

AND NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE MURDER BECAUSE THAT GUY WAS A GROSS PORNOGRAPHY PURCHASER WHO DIDN’T FIT IN WITH OUR COMMUNITY

Anyway it’s so fucked up you guys it’s so fucked up IT’S NOT EVEN ONE OF THE MOVIES ON DISNEY+ WITH CONTENT WARNINGS ABOUT HISTORICAL CONTENT THAT NO LONGER REFLECTS SOCIETY’S VALUES.

#to clarify this is not a callout post #this movie was made in 1955 we don't have to cancel it #i am mostly just flabbergasted #like i know who this musical is for but also who is it for #you know?#it's like trying to parse the worldbuilding of the descendants dcom cinematic universe but it's real #oklahoma: the musical: the fuck #and i know this is also like #look i watched the 1988 version of annie probably a thousand times as a kid bc my little brother really liked it #and i went back to it as an adult and it is eye wateringly problematic #in ways that 8 year old me just did not understand #and i'm sure it's the same for this #but STILL

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orcelito · 6 months

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Wow I have not.been making text posts. Uhmmmm OK 3 personal anecdotes from the past 2 days aka the interesting things that have happened to me:

1. So yesterday I woke up at like 2 am from what I Thought was a dream with my heart fucking RACING. Bc in What I Thought Was My Dream there was a very, VERY loud noise and it scared the shit out of me. Nothing else happened, I calmed down, went back to sleep. But in the morning, I went to the bathroom and found. . what do you know.. the big cat carrier on the floor. Which means one of my cats (*cough* tally *cough*) knocked it down from storage, which would've made a HUGE noise, so I connected the dots. Then she pooped on the floor about it and got it on herself. Stinky girl.

2. Cut my finger on a scale 😔 and it's uh actually kind of deep? Doesn't rly hurt much but that's also not a great thing for deep cuts. Oh well.

3. In the night it was raining and I got up and heard water and had a moment of ".....that IS rain, right?" What a life I live where I hear falling water and am unsure of whether it is rain or if my ceiling is actively leaking for what would be the Fourth Time...

Yeah.

#speculation nation #these would be 3 different text posts but i was very sleepy yesterday and went right to bed #so here.have these anecdotes about my days all in one.#yesterday really wasnt too bad. work was busy but i got thru it #for it being the 28th my luck was actually pretty okay #maybe the really loud noise scaring the shit outta me and the finger cut were my penance #the fanart thing made me SO excited and enthusiastic i just HAD to show my coworker #(the ninja turtles fanfic writer one bc They Understand)#hfkshfj im.just very excited about it. and it brightened my whole day yesterday.#printed out a copy of it to put in my room...🥺 bc i wanna look at it Always #and uhmmm. well i sure am getting a ton of hits on itnl bc of it hfkshfjd i keep looking back and Waow #it's at like... hundreds more than it was yesterday morning. i wanna say almost a thousand #but i didnt think to take a screenshot so i dont know for sure. a lot tho.#active encouragement for me to get the next chapter done... i plan to work on it as much as possible today 💪

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sofiiel · 6 months

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😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶🥺🥺😱🤯

well.....

W-what's this everyone!?!?! (thankful grateful meltdown in 3....2....1 -> )

Yeah, it's just me awkwardly trying not to say I love you to random folks, But...I might 👉🏾👈🏾

I thought that was my post count at first 😳😯

I don't know how this goes....um. Do I do something special or?

Like...do I do an ask game or open up like..."get to know this blogger" asks? Do I take like requests? I don't know what to do lol.

😭I need to say thank you ~ because tired mentally pushed me may or may not have rolled out of my office chair after seeing this.

I don't check these things, this nearly gave internet old nonsocial me a heart attack 🤣😂

Thank you 💕🥰😳

....but seriously I'm literally a husky of a nobody 🥺 I am so glad I can connect with people somehow through my edits/writing. And after taking a moment to breathe I might actually cry.

#gonna need a minute #or you know 500 minutes #or you know five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes #thank you #reaction gifs are in actual order of my freak out #refreshed my page like three times #relatively sure i stepped into some strange au #I need to kickout a bunch of edits and shorts or something asap #update the old things collecting dust or...#how do i say thank you? what do I do #can you tell i've freaked the fvck out?#my brain broke but in a good way #i'm not misty eyed at 5 in the morning or i mean i might be #god the strange noise i friggin made.....#my dog came rushing in like wtf is wrong with you #thank you😳🥺🥺🥺#i probably should have made a pretty less jumbled post but i am not that put together 😖#and thank you....again #I'm gonna just be putting thank you in all my tags for a while #....just so you all know....#lowkey scared #thats a lot of you looking at my madness i post

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