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ghosts-cyphera · 6 months

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guuuuuurl i have to get this off my chest - I've been talking to this older guy online (no not Badj) he also does the adult VA stuff and he's very good and reasonably well-known. but that's on the side, he's a software developer as his day job and he's so damn cute. like a giant bear, he has a large female audience who coo over him but I mean that's understandable so I'm not jealous but I am a bit? I'm being stupid it's not like he and I are dating, but ... I invited him to a Halloween party last night, I got absolutely drunk (still alright and not messy drunk but you know, a bit unstable on the feet and I was so social where I'm more reserved usually). HE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART, he kept holding my hips and guiding me through the party and sat me down on his lap outside next to the pool, caressing my back and THAT DAMN VOICE WHISPERING PRAISES AND COMPLIMENTS IN MY EAR DAMN I WAS FERAL. but he said we shouldn't do anything because I'm so drunk, he was proper drunk too though. but no I got so worked up because he's got such a dad bod but like super hot, muscular arms and all - amazing legs ... and he kept pulling me closer on his lap and kissing my neck ... BUT, one of my guy friends came running up to us - super drunk - and he kept talking to me and ignoring him and asked if I wanted to go to the second party with him because we always have a good time and he needs someone who drinks on his pace. THEN THIS MANS GRIP TIGHTENED ON MY HIPS AND HIS VOICE DEEPENED AND WAS LIKE, "we already have plans for after this." but alas, long story short, he got pissed at me because he thought my friend and I were together and he didn't wanna believe otherwise so basically he just LEFT and my baby boo bear hasn't been replying my messages even if he's online - I have been PLAYED BY A MAN 15 YEARS OLDER THAN I ?! I'm so dumb 😭😭😭. I have an important project due tomorrow but I keep checking my phone and checking his socials 😭.

so sorry - I just needed to rant because I can't tell my friends about this, even if I'm in my 20s they'd freak out that he's in his late 30s.

YOU HAD ME IN THE FIRST HALF I'M NOT GONNA LIE

bestie hold up. no. no, no, no. this sounded so fucking good up until you dropped that he LEFT?? this man in his fucking late thirties left you at the party, because he didn't want to believe that you were telling him the truth about you and your guy friend?

my darling, I'm so sorry to say this but that's literally a baby boo bear. what we are looking at here is a man child, who still in his nearly forty years of living has not learned how to communicate EVEN THOUGH his literal hobby/job relies on him speaking?? 😭

no but seriously, him not replying to you after an argument even though he is online is abusive. I will not bend on this. giving silent treatment as a way to punish someone is manipulative af. does he know that you have an important project tomorrow? if he does, bestie—drop him. please, I am begging on my knees for you to drop him.

on the off chance that he actually suddenly replies and tells you that he had an emergency or... something that stopped him from replying today, yes sure you can give him another chance but remember that even then—instead of communicating—he left you at the party. he also acknowledged that you were so drunk that you shouldn't do anything together, but apparently in his eyes you weren't drunk enough to not be left behind?? yeah you were with your friends, but I just absolutely love men who are protective and possessive but have no issue just dropping you the second they get their feelings hurt over their inability to communicate and trust their partners.

I'm sorry if this is too harsh and too straight forward. I just... I feel so shitty for you? I'm so sorry. you don't deserve to be treated like this. you really do not, and hey—based on what you've told me you absolutely did nothing wrong. you're not dumb. he made you feel special and wanted. it is not naive or stupid to want and need that. I am so, so sorry that he took advantage of that, but please know that this is not on you. 💗

#please don't hesitate to keep me updated <3 #you can also tell me to shut the fuck up if I hurt your feelings by being so harsh but bestie I did mean every word. I'm sorry.#lo answers #baby boo bear #<- his tag in case you send me more lol

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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SaL anon here bestie and, well, that episode happened. I have a lot of thoughts, that I'm sure we'll get to, but if I had to summarize I'd say KR looked at the only successful thing in S5 (meaning Eddie's storyline) and in all her originality decided to do it for Buck, but put it through a half cutoff funhouse mirror and we got THAT. I'll have more to rant about later but for tonight let's take a break and enjoy wedding planning shenanigans over on LS (please LS, i need some fun). Good luck 🍹🍸

Guuuuuurl. This episode. I haaaaate that we got TOP TIER acting, from Oliver and Peter especially, and some really cool framing and camera angels and an interesting *concept*, and then the WHOLE episode was let down at every turn by the writing not making any sense and contradicting its own narrative within the episode! Like, pick a lane! It was so weird!

I am READY to sit and watch LS with zero thoughts and just relax because damn. How are you going to take something as simple as "Buck has a found family that loves him and doesn't need validation from his parents or to save others to be worthy of love" and bungle it THAT badly? Add to that the incompetent twitter girlies who don't know the difference between 85 people leaving a fan rating on the fan rating website, and official TV viewership ratings showing how many people tuned in (hint! It wasn't the Buddie stans that didn't show), plus the typical you're stupid if you don't Get It crowd, and I am tiiiiiired.

Can we all just admit that the cast is great but the showrunner is shit and consequently drags everything down?

ANYWAY

Yes, time for LS fun, wedding planning shenanigans and I'm gonna go work on a puzzle and then sleep because this time change fuuuucks me up. Can't wait to hear the rest of your thoughts!

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #lone star spoilers #bestie i can't i'm so tired #remember when i thought we would get to do learning curve for this episode? 😭😭😭#not even from a buddie perspective but from a buck perspective it was so close!#but nah gotta let those toxic parents pretend they never hurt you so everyone can get along and if you don't you're the problem!#i gotta shut it before i get too mad again #can they stop doing my favorite character dirty? oliver doesn't deserve this and neither do i

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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Avocado moss battery acid choccy milk royalty and mostly bubblegum bish. (We share the brain cell.) Love you boo. Will be devising a heart breaking HartMart AU later.

Moss: We're besties now and I'm gonna take you on a walk in the forest with me :)

YOU'D BETTER, FRIENDO.

Battery Acid: You scare me and IDK whether that's a good or a bad thing

I scare myself and I am honored that you find my superposition between sanity and insanity appealing.

Choccy Milk: We are baking cookies together and you don't have the option to say no

SAME AS THE FIRST, BABEEEEY. I'M SO IN.

Royalty: I am in awe of your talent 25/7

Dude, you and your work inspire me every damn day I love you so fucking much.

Bubblegum bish: only person with a brain cell in this joint, I respect you

That brain cell is furiously running the hamster wheel of my mind. It isn't very smart, but it's damn persistent.

Also...

🥑 I want to write fanfic about your cast

GUUUUUURL PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEAAASSEEE. WORK YOUR MAGIC ON MY GOONS.

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this-midnight-prayer · 2 years

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Yellowjackets fans (mainly myself) not knowing how to take the news that Ella Purnell has been cast as the lead in “Fallout” and what that means for my Ghost Jackie era!

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets cast #ella purnell #like go guuuuuurl you own that role and i’m so damn excited for you!!!!#but wait shit that means full time jackie taylor will never happen again!!!!!!#i don’t know what to do with this information even though i kinda always knew it would happen especially after season 2 lol

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ladyshandioftheendless · 3 years

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“My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.” StarVel, and I imagine Starchild being a flirting piece of shit lol

Guuuuuurl I think I’ve got something GOOD for this~

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“Stop right there!!”

StarChild cursed under his breath. He was so close to having the beautiful Black Diamond for himself..but of course someone had to ruin his fun! He grit his teeth. Dammit, how could he have gotten caught? He was so careful not to be seen! When he turned to face his would-be captor it all started to make sense. “Oh..it’s you~”

Velma stood blocking the doorway, her hands curled into fists and fierce determination in her eyes. “You’re not getting away this time.” Instead of being the slightest bit intimidated like she’d hoped, he only smirked at her. “And what is it you think you can do to stop me..Pretty Thorn~?”

“I can stall you until the others come..with the police.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling..I’m afraid that’s not going to work for me. I can’t have some amateur detectives bringing me down. I have a reputation, you know~”

“Too bad. I’m not letting you leave here.”

Just as she feared, he started moving closer, his eyes sparkling dangerously. Her own gaze soon began to follow the hypnotic swaying of his hips as he sashayed toward her. Fortunately she caught herself, turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut. “You’re..not going to do to me what you did to those other Agents! I won’t let you!”

“My, oh my. What a bold and beautiful creature you are, Pretty Thorn..thinking you can confront me all on your own~” Velma suddenly felt as if her body was frozen. How was that possible? She had only looked at him for a few seconds! Unfortunately for her that was all he needed. She felt StarChild's fingers grab her chin and turn her back to face him. “I wouldn’t count on your little friends coming. My loyal slaves are keeping them occupied~” When her eyes flew open wide he laughed. “Silly girl..did you think I wouldn’t have a back up plan~?”

“D-damn you..!”

“Ooh, feisty words from such demure lips. How exciting~” She shuddered, involuntary jolts of pleasure traveled down her spine as he pressed his lips to hers. “I enjoy our games, Pretty Thorn. We must play again soon~” A small groan escaped Velma’s mouth as her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor.

“Until next time~” StarChild practically purred, taking a small bow before disappearing out the window.

~END~

#emotional prompts #Starstruckverse #villain!StarChild #misslivvie #hope you like!#StarVel

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mrs-hollandstan · 4 years

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Guuuuuurl what for matteo and ava's marriage? I need it so much pls🥺🥺🥺🥺😍

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"Babe, where is the bottle opener?" Ava calls as she searches the drawers in hers and Matteo's kitchen,

"Uhh, I dunno." He hollers back. You and Tom had been invited over so your husband could help install the TV Matteo had bought. Matteo sent you off with Ava to chat over wine which was proving futile now that she couldn't find a damn bottle opener,

"I swear, he says he doesn't know something more than anything." She mutters, searching more drawers. She rolls her eyes as she turns to you,

"How bout a beer?" You nod with a smile,

"Sounds good to me." You tell her, watching her fetch two from the fridge,

"So how is it, being newlyweds and all?" You ask her. She smiles,

"Amazing. He's so touchy feely and clingy and I'm starting to love it. He's a great husband and an amazing father. Gio loves her daddy." She retells with a smile. You return it when she meets your eyes,

"That's so good. We always knew he'd do amazing things. Being a father… being involved in the business so calmly like his father so obviously couldn't. He's the perfect mix of Tom and I." You tell her. She sits beside you and nods,

"I love him to death. I wanna have like… seventy kids with that man. He's just too much." She says. You smile, glancing up as both of your boys enter, Matteo's ungelled hair falling in his face. He smiles and lets out a sigh, leaning in to kiss Ava's cheek,

"I heard that by the way. You're definitely gettin AT LEAST one more grandkid from us. Gio's too cute."

"You tryin for a boy?" Tom asks, hand placed at the back of your chair. Matteo shrugs, running his fingers through Ava's much shorter, blonde hair,

"Not tryin for a gender dad. We just want kids." Tom shrugs,

"This is true. Your little girls are the cutest." Matteo hums, leaning in to kiss Ava's cheek again,

"They get it from their mama." He murmurs, her face scrunching up as she reaches up to hold his hands and giggles as he presses kisses across her face. Staring at the two of them, you glance up at Tom, watching that same familiarity sparkle in his eye. Ava and Matteo remind you so much of you and Tom. And that's what makes you love the two of them together.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #my writing #tom holland x you #tom holland x plus size reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland blurbs #tom holland blurb #mob!tom #mob!au #mob au #mobster #mobster!tom holland #mobster!au #mobster!tom #italian!mob wife

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oliverpdaniel · 3 years

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Let’s talk about casual homophobia.

I wanted to share a transcript of a TikTok video by a minor celebrity (I won't do them the honour of identifying them, but suffice it to say that this individual thrives mostly on controversy and poor publicity), to demonstrate what day-to-day homophobic language looks like. Many of these questions have been asked to me, or tell of real things that I've experienced, due to a generally callous view of queer folks. The quoted parts are the actual video, the unquoted responses mine.

Note in advance that some of these questions are clearly oriented towards gay men, but I am responding from the perspective of a bisexual man. Anyway...

"Okay, these are my questions for the gays – sorry, I was on Straight TikTok for a minute; what?"

Or, as you might like to call it, TikTok. For those unfamiliar, "Gay TikTok" is a small subset of the TikTok community that makes videos primarily revolving around in-jokes and shared experiences of the queer community. Thus, "Straight TikTok" is only extant in contrast, a joking reference to certain, overwhelmingly heteronormative parts of the TikTok community. While I'm not a big fan of the idea of 'ownership' or deciding who's allowed to say what, this (obnoxiously straight, in every sense of the word 'obnoxious') celebrity is trying somewhat unceremoniously to insert themselves into a narrative not their own here. Not off to a great start.

(1) "Would you care if your partner was bisexual?"

Whelp, this is one I can't really answer, can I? But, this still does lean into the old "gold-star" ideology of homosexuality, which makes it off-putting from the jump. For those unfamiliar, a "gold star" gay/lesbian is one who has never had sex with the opposite gender. This is a completely silly distinction, that fails to take into account personal circumstances, as well as – y'know – the fluid nature of human sexuality. TL;DR, even if you're exclusively into one gender, you shouldn't care about your partner's sexual orientation (other than, y'know, making sure it includes your gender) because, leaving aside the absolutely rad underworld of polyamory, they're only going to be into you while they're with you.

(2) "Have you ever been with someone of the opposite gender?"

Ah, more gold-starring! A great way to start. "You're trans? What's your deadname?"

(3) "Do you take offence when a girl calls you her Gay Best Friend?"

The Gay Best Friend is an expendable, non-threatening fount of femininity in masculine form, someone to go clothes-shopping with and who will give you sassy advice on boys. God forbid, however, that the Gay Best Friend try to be vulnerable with you about the difficulties of LGBTQIA+ life; they're only there for sashaying and making out with at parties, right? The Gay Best Friend is an incredibly harmful notion to men on both sides of the sexuality spectrum. Gay (and ESPECIALLY bi/pan/poly) men already know to fear the label, because of the dismissive treatment and expectation of performative homosexuality that comes along with it. Straight men should fight against it, too, because it's a symptom of the present hegemony of heterosexual relationships, which revolves around sexual transactionalism and a healthy dose of gender-role-fuelled intimidation[1]. (If you've never heard any of those words, you're probably the target audience here.)

(4) "Be honest – how many times has a straight person tried to hook you up with a gay person based solely on the fact that they're gay and no other compatibility requirements?" (with a devilish smile, into full blown "oh guuuuuurl" laughter)

This is a real thing that happens to people, myself included, all too frequently. It tells us that when you look at me, you don't think "Oliver", you think "Gay", and next time you meet another gay guy, that's the word ringing through your head. It's not funny. It's hurtful. If you're going to recommend a partner to me, make sure you actually have faith in a connection forming. As someone who ended up in an abusive relationship as a result of overzealous matchmaking, it's not something to be taken lightly; relationships, especially gay relationships and all the societal friction they inevitably entail, are not here for your endearment.

(5) "Are you down to hook up with someone who's 'just curious'?"

MORE gold-starring! God, could you imagine the uproar if a lesbian approached a straight person and said that they "missed dick" and/or wanted to experiment!? Oh, wait, that's already common in straight porn to the point of cliché. Gag; and not the good kind of gag.

(6) "Do you proudly wear the rainbow flag, or are you kinda against it because it kinda segregates?"

...what? When I first found this video, it was being duetted (TikTok's side-by-side video response) by a queer person, and at this point they took the opportunity to say, "I don't like you." I echo the sentiment.

(7) "Are you a 'yaaaaaas kweeeeen' gay or are you, like, 'fuck that shit what the fuck?'"

WE ARE NOT HERE TO PERFORM QUEERNESS FOR YOU. Leaving aside the sociolinguistic aspects of queer language and its intersection with (read: theft from) African-American Vernacular English, if people want to act flamboyantly gay, THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. If people want to act "normal" (read: heteronormatively!!!), that's NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS. Queer people are fucking people, they act differently in different scenarios, and it's not for you to fetishize or to find "too much sometimes". When you accept a queer person into your life, you're accepting every facet of them into your life, for them to live and love unapologetically – not just the parts you find entertaining.

(8) "This might be a dealbreaker for me: do you like musical theatre?"

Yes. But even if I didn't – if I liked drinking beer and watching Nascar (sorry dad), but wish I had a boyfriend to do that with, guess what? That's my own fucking business. And, again, if your idea of a "dealbreaker" when engaging with a gay person is whether or not they like musical theatre – probably one of the most tired stereotypes about gay folks – and not, I dunno, if they're fun to be around and respect your boundaries and opinions, then maybe you're not looking for a gay friend for the right reason.

(9) "Be honest – do you still go through the Chick-Fil-A drivethrough and get that spicy chicken sandwich or those nuggies?" (big, face-scrunching smile.)

This is the one that REALLY got me. This displays just how tone-deaf this person is and how deeply they've objectified the concept of homosexuality for themselves. Chick-Fil-A is a massively homophobic organization from the top down, and they donate millions to organizations that want to bring into question my very right to exist, morally and legally.

As a straight person not affected by these issues, it's easy to say "well, I know I /shouldn't/ go to Chick-Fil-A because of the 'gay stuff', but oh IT'S SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD!". It's easy to momentarily forget one's morality because hey, it's not like you're directly hurting anyone, right? But, as a queer person who has to walk by the brand-new Chick-Fil-A at Yonge and Bloor every day on my walk to class, seeing the lines wrapping around the block lets me take direct measure of who, and how many, are willing to forget about me for just long enough to enjoy a fucking chicken sandwich. Go literally anywhere else. Eating at Chick-Fil-A is a choice, and it's a choice that informs me that you care less about my right to live than your own personal enjoyment.

(10) "Do you get upset when they have straight actors portray gay characters?"

This is a whole other debate, so I'm not going to get into the actual subject matter of this question. But hey – maybe, in an industry literally overrun with queer people, maybe we can stop converting a significant and pernicious problem in entertainment into a cutesy debate topic? Something really tells me that this person isn't going to start whipping out the intersectional feminist literature to explain their argument here. In all likelihood, it'll sound more along the lines of "but Eddie Redmayne looked so GOOD in that dress!"

(11) "And what's the GAYEST thing about you?'

Nope. Shut up and choke. I hate you.

Never tell me for a second that homophobia is "over" in Canada/the West/wherever. Never tell me that it's a distant issue, remaining only in far-off religious backwaters. This is what it can look like. Fetishization; dismissal; turning struggles for human dignity into pseudo-intellectual debates.

I'm not here to be your Gay Best Friend.

I'm not here to date your new gay acquaintance.

I'm not here to repeatedly explain to you my need to have rights.

I'm here for the same reasons you are.

I want to live and love, not to be treated like a toy.

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[1] Okay, I'm obviously not saying that all straight relationships are built around sexual transactionalism and intimidation, nor am I saying that non-comphet relationships are not. But, in my experience as a reformed Gay Best Friend who has had to provide counsel to cishet friends over some INFURIATINGLY stupid relationship/courting issues, I would argue that a full ninety percent of them could be resolved if the experiencer simply viewed their partner/interlocutor/'tyng' as another human being, rather than being from the mysterious species that is The Opposite Gender.

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the-styles-attire · 4 years

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guuuuuurl I'm so happy for you what an iconic day

Thank you!!!! She’s so damn cute literally she was waiting outside the door for us to open with her little coffee in her hand ughhhh

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lunaneko14 · 5 years

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Guuuuuurl I KNOW for a FACT that everyone in Konoha is talking about Sakura’s goofy ass.

like look at Ino’s face here, this is the face of someone who just got some GOOOOOD ass tea

Acting like she wants Sakura to have some time alone to reminisce about her “date” with Sasuke which is such a shallow, excuse to get away from her

Ino honey, we KNOW you going to call Sai about the hot mess you just found out about Sakura and Sasuke’s relationship

about him not talking to her

and how they had a TWO AND A HALF MINUTE “date”

And how GLAD you are to have grown out of that petty, goofy shit and moved on to who you KNOW is a better man and father.

and I know Hinata talks too

like whenever Sakura just pops up at family functions, after Himawari is asleep, Hinata gets on the phone and either calls Shino who she knows is staying up all night grading papers or Hanabi

who KNOWS if big sis is calling this late, this is gonna be some shit

And Hinata’s like:

“Gurl you know who just popped by Boruto’s party?!”

“Let me guess, Mrs. Uchiha?”

“I don’t know how she keeps finding out about this stuff because we didn’t even invite her. Boruto doesn’t even like Sarada”

“Well we both know she’s just looking for Sasuke.”

“Well she needs to find some other way to contact HER husband”

“I know sis. Its just sad to hear about Boruto’s birthday being dampened with being forced to be with someone he doesn’t even like”

“And for what? Sasuke doesn’t even come here anymore because she hangs around so much. I just don’t want MY family to be caught up in THEIR mess. I mean I don’t mind for the most part but its about the kids too. Boruto clearly doesn’t want to hang out with Sarada and Sakura doesn’t even bring anything WITH her I mean...damn if you’re gonna crash someone’s birthday at least bring an appetizer or something so I won’t have to figure out how to feed yo unexpected ass and your brat!”

“Damn sis. I love it when you go OWF! But you sure you wanna take that chance? Remember when she almost killed Naruto with her terrible cooking? Then she came up with some bullshit at your wedding, me and papa threw that right in the trash! I was like “this bitch tryna turn this wedding into a funeral!” I’m surprised Sarada survived this long but she probably built an immunity by now”

“LOL. You’re awful.”

You can’t convince me this doesn’t happen

#inosai #ino yamanaka #hinata uzumaki #hanabi hyuga #anti sakura #anti sakura uchiha #anti sasusaku

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aquarianlights · 5 years

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I’m going to rant to give myself a break from studying because I haven’t done this in a VERY long time and ranting is refreshing to me. :)

How immature and oblivious do you have to be to abuse and use people for practically your whole life and do the same exact things over and over and just TRULY believe that you're the only mature one and the only right one and that everyone else are the immature ones and the abusive ones and just never even consider actually looking at yourself and changing yet constantly asking "what's wrong with me?" and never listening to anyone and getting offended and forcing people to apologize when they tell you the truth? Going to therapy and never touching on any subject you actually need help with because you don't think those are things that you need help with because those can't be things that are wrong with YOU ...nah, those are things wrong with everyone ELSE. Because YOU must be the correct one...not the five million other people in your life that you've made apologize and hurt and abused in your life but have absolutely convinced yourself for some reason that they have hurt and abused and gaslighted you. 🙄

Y'know... if you're doing the same things over and over and getting the same awful results of everyone leaving you and everyone "mistreating you" and "hurting you" because they say you're hurting them and your instant reaction is that you need them to apologize to you for hurting you..... well......... guuuuuurl, you need to take a step back and check yoself lol coz it's about time you either grow up and get the help and change like the rest of us or accept the fact you're gonna be a child for the rest of your damn life and no one will ever want to be around you. 🙄😩😩😩

Like. Man oh man do I just not have time for immature people anymore. It's like... you hope with all your heart that people you held dear grew at a somewhat similar rate that you did so that whenever you reconnect later in life you can be friends again, but then it just always seems to work out this way. I used to be on the opposite end. I used to be this immature little drug addict boy with horrible depression and suicidal tendencies. Now people come back into my life and suddenly want to treat me like I'm that same little kid without even giving me a chance? Man oh man do I *not* have time for people like that at ALL. 😩🤦‍♂️🙅‍♂️ Like. I'm a 200% different person and if you're not ready to meet me all over again, then why are you tryna hmu again after all these years? I appreciate it, I do. I love reconnecting with people. I do it all the time. Which is why I'm making this post coz this is such a common theme in my life lately. Especially when it comes to the current political climate. But people seem to think they can just come into my life and the second they *THINK* they see glimpses of my old self where there is none (ie; I say something old me woulda said, I wear something old me would have worn, etc...), suddenly they go off on me and treat me like the messed up child I used to be. I don't have any association to that boy whatsoever. Literally none. I talk differently, my name is different, my hair is differently, my style of dress, my interests, my hobbies, my goals, my passions, my.... okay, let's just say everything coz I could literally list everything relevant to being a human being. I am an entirely different human being, minus most of my body chemistry. And it isn't cool for someone to interrupt my life and tell me they want to get to know me again and I inform them of how different I am and they tell me they understand and will take that into account and then they seemingly wait for the very first sign of the old me to POUNCE on as if they were just waiting for me to fuck up or something. And then they leave without even waiting for the next moment. . .when if they HAD waited, they would have immediately seen what an idiot they looked like for thinking anything along those lines because their assumptions were the exact opposite of reality. And they left based on things they made up in their head.

The delusions of grandeur for people who make things up about someone and then force them to apologize for that thing about themselves that THEY made up out of no where is just. . .unreal. The amount of times this has been done to me in general is annoying, at best. But the amount of times this has been done to me by one single person is absolutely painful because they make it personal.

I’m just so floored by the lack of maturity, the audacity. . .how absolutely clueless they are to their own issues. They’re constantly wondering why they’re not getting anywhere and every time an ACTUAL problem of theirs is presented to them, it’s like “No no that can’t be it. No, that’s YOUR problem. You need to apologize for that, btw. You hurt me with that because you lied about that on 3/12/18 at 3:24PM” like. It’s insane the stuff they will make up and genuinely believe. I can tell they genuinely believe it and that’s the scariest part. No one can convince them of anything because everything they think is true to them and none of it actually is. So they’re never going to get anywhere because all the terrible things they do to everyone else isn’t real to them. And the lack of maturity they have isn’t real to them either because everyone else is immature to them. How terrifying is that, honestly.

Idk. I’ll go back and delete this later probably (trying hard not to put a “felt cute, might delete later” meme here) but I had to take a break from the RIDICULOUS amount of A&P and genetics work I’ve been doing to just.... vent about ANYTHING else and this is the first thing that came to mind, to be totally honest haha.

ANYWAYS..................................................... break over. Guess I should get back to my all-nighter. :| OH BOY!!!

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voiddrop · 5 years

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Soulmate anon back to annoy you again BUT YES TO 13 LOSING IT PLEASE I NEED IT

Ooooo hun you could never annoy me I love me some Soulmate Anon in my inbox but GUUUUUURL ooof, it is great. I need more angry 13 just losing it but being so damn scarily calm? Like, just angry 13 please

#Wolfie gushes gayly over 13 #Soulmate Anon

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thekrazykeke · 6 years

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Family brings clarity at certain times. And in this one, they can fight and be mad but they never ever really give up on each other or let an interloper do what they want without clapping back. Sexytimes that occur are heavily inspired by @lovelylittlekittn‘s suggestions, so thank her.

Anywho, let’s goooo!

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“When is you gon give Davion the key to the apartment so he can get his tools?” Breanna asked, in the process of greasing Kia’s scalp. Hearing her little ‘ow’ when she tugged too hard on a strand of hair, she murmured an apology, automatically adjusting her grip so that it’s not hurting the younger girl.

“I’ll give him the key when he learn to speak to me with some sense.” You said simply, tone clipped. Your flatmate was quick to forgive people for hurting her feelings, forgetting though? That’s an entirely different thing altogether. Apparently your brother is on her shit list, though she hadn’t said anything to you so you wasn’t going to say nothin’ either.

“Y/N. I love you, you know that,” Distractedly, she tapped Nakida’s shoulder, motioning for the taller to lean her head forward a little more. “But as yo cousin, I’m obligated to tell you when you on some other shi...”, Pausing, she cleared her throat, “Stuff. You on some other stuff, and it’s not right, what you doin’.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you taking his side.”

“All done, baby girl.” Brushing her hair a bit more thoroughly, Breanna used a scrunchie to put it up in a ponytail, something simple to maintain which is what her niece wanted as Nakida isn’t a total pro at sectioning and greasing her scalp on her own. “Ayy, who’s that girl? Ooh na na na na na, she’s that guuuuuurl...”

“Auntie Breanna, stop!” The teen laughed, dodging her finger which is trying to poke at her cheek. “Stop playin’! O.M.G. stop!” The last word is squealed when Breanna tickled her side. “I have to peeee!”

“Fine! Go on, I’ll clean this up.” Flicking her hand in a dismissive gesture, she smiled as the teen sprinted off towards the bathroom. Beginning to clean up the little jars of hair grease, combs and brushes, she remarked, “Y/N, regardless of all the bullshit Davion sometimes take the family through, he family.” Huffing, you tried to ignore her but she wasn’t having it and popped you in the arm with a comb, which had you hissing out in pain. “I’ma say it again: he family. That mean sometimes we gotta put up with that foolishness because we love them.”

Mouth twisting up, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Since he snitchin’ to you, did he tell you what disrespectful shit he implied about me, and in front of Kia to boot?” Not waiting for her to answer, you continued on to say, “‘Oh, that’s a prince, ain’t no way Y/N could pull him’, the bitch...”

Unfazed by your temper, Breanna began putting the hair supplies away. “Yes, he told me the truth after I hung up on him a few times when he called screaming and holla’ing, acting a whole ass mess. An’ I agree wit you for putting him in his place asap. Hell, I did too. But it’s been a day, and he needs his tools for other jobs. Did you know that his boss tryna penalize him for that?”

You felt the beginnings to guilt. “No...”

“I know you and Nadia tight and you feel responsible for her, but she a grown woman that survived without you long before y’all met. So let the duckie roam free and stop being petty, aigh’t?” Brows raising, Breanna held out her hand. Sighing explosively, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the apartment key. “Thank you, boo-boo.”

“Mmhm, whatever. Still don’t forgive his stank ass.”

“That’s cool. I figured you wouldn’t. ‘S why I sent out the SOS for a family barbecue later this week.”

You turn and give her an incredulous look, “Umm, what?”

“I said--”

Interjecting before she could finish, “I heard you the first time, but let me reiterate: what the fuck? You realize this ain’t my spot, right? And we smack dab in the middle of Bougie Central? Too many black folk and the cops gon show up, there’s a neighborhood patrol, ya know?”

“Will you calm down?” Breanna rolled her eyes. “It’s just gon be me, Darius, Davion, Isiah, Trinity if I can get her to take a day off, and Nakida. That’s not a lot of people. I ain’t even think to invite all the grandma’s and aunties and uncles. So really, I did you a favor.”

“This is not my spot.”

“I need to know what this dude about. He look like a fuckboi on TV.”

And so, you were left with the reality that you’d have to tell your man what Breanna had done. On pins and needles, over and over, you practiced a speech of how to softly deliver the news and put a spin on it so that he’d be cool wit it. That afternoon, when you heard his car pull up in the driveway, you was too anxious to wait for him to come in and walked outside to greet him, only to stop in your tracks when you took note of the light skin chick talking to him, a saran wrapped dish in her hold.

Erik turned to look at you, ignoring how she was still talking, much to your internal amusement, and gave a half smirk. “Ay, baby. I ain’t think you was still up.” As soon as you were in arm’s distance, he reached out and snagged your wrist, tugging you to him. “This our neighbor, Mrs. Wood.”

“It’s Miss, actually, as I was telling the Prince here.” She smiled fakily and extended a hand to you. “I’m Demi, and no. There’s no relations between Demi Lovato and myself.”

‘Yeah, I bet you was.’ Deciding to be mature, you shake her hand and she damn near tried to break it. Okay then, bih. I see you. Not letting her pathetic attempts to scare you off intimidate you, instead you leaned up and kissed underneath Erik’s chin. “I made dinner and ran your bath water, too.”

Eyebrows raising, “Cool, we gon eat together.” You’re pleased that he made it a statement not a question and could sense the hate rolling off ‘Miss’ Demi in waves; it was glorious. “Thanks for stopping by and for bringing carrot cake.” He added in an afterthought type of way to the chick.

“I’ll take that.” You reached out to do so and Demi sent you a strained smile before complying. The second the two of y’all stepped in the house, you sat the plate down on the counter, not the fridge. Plans were blooming within your brain for what you’d do with it since you couldn’t just nuke it in the trash, would feel guilty.

Making yourself a plate, you nibbled on the meal while Erik practically inhaled his dinner. Conversation is light, casual and you’re cleaning up the dishes while he’s washing up. Once that chore is done, the dishes are in the rack to dry, you meander to the bedroom where you see him sitting on the bed, water lightly peppering his scarred body and towel around his waist.

Figuring what the hell, you got down on your knees and moved between his legs. Keeping eye contact, you slowly pulled the towel off, revealing his cock which is long, straight, and just thick enough to beat up your pussy walls just the way you liked. ‘Don’t get distracted, Y/N. Don’t get distracted.’

When you wrapped your hands around him, he groaned.

“Fuck, baby girl.” he groaned as you leaned down and licked the underside of his dick from balls to tip. That nickname had you squeezing your thighs together, needing some friction on your pussy. You slowly slid his cock into your mouth and worked him deeper, what you couldn’t take, you used your hand. Erik’s hand goes to your head, not pushing but guiding you up and down. Moving your hand, you relaxed your throat and let his cock slide to the back of your throat, nose buried in the hair at the base, swallowing around him.

Erik’s hand tightened in your hair for a painful moment as he cussed again. You hummed as you moved back up to the tip, curling your fingers around him and beginning to stroke in time with every little bob. Then after a second, you used the palm of your hand to lightly roll his balls. He grunted and his hips bucked, nearly gagging you as his cock hit the back of your throat, “You are so fucking sexy. Suck me harder, baby girl, I’m gonna cum.”

Looking up at Erik, you squeeze him tighter in your fist, teeth scraping gently on the underside of his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck--!” He chanted and then you felt him throb in your hand just before his cum shot out in thick pulses.

You swallowed every.single. drop.

When you moved to pull away, hand squeezing one last time, a squirt came out, splattering against your shirt and a bit on your chin. Before you can say anything else, barely ten minutes later, Erik’s lifting you up and bodily tossing you onto the bed, gently. Bouncing a little, you scoot backward, dragging your shirt off and overhead, tossing it away as he crawled forward. He grabs your left ankle, tugging you back to him and Erik’s tongue swipes at your chin, collecting his cum. Heart stuttering, you can only stare at him wide eyed as he grinned down at you wickedly, golden fangs gleaming. “I know you ain’t think we was done and you ain’t get to cum?” He snorts, hand going to your cute (fave color) silk panties and you heard a ripping sound.

“Erik!”

“I’ll buy you more.” he promised. “Lay on ya belly and put your hands above your head.” You do as you’re told only a bit reluctantly. Over and over, his hand glides from neck to ankle, making your ass lift instinctively every time he comes closer to your pussy, but he doesn’t touch you there, yet. He’s probably getting off on the way your pussy lips peek out between your thighs; this is euphoria to him, this bit of control.

After a few minutes, he pulls your legs apart but keeps you flat on the bed, your pussy juices probably soaking the sheets. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, the tip of his cock dragging down your slit, teasing.

“Don’t move. Hold onto the headboard and do exactly as I say.” He waits until you nod. “That’s my baby girl.” He sits up on his haunches and runs his hands up both sides of your inner thighs and gently, so gently, ran a finger over the outside of your swollen pussy lips before pushing the middle and index finger inside you. Your ass lifts, trying to grind against his finger but he holds you down with his free hand. “Look at you, so cute. Does it feel good, baby girl, when I fuck you with my fingers?”

Asshole, he knows it does.

You’re soaking his hand while he pumps that finger in and out, in and out, before adding another, then repeating the cycle. Before removing both digits. He doesn’t give you time to complain before he’s lifting your hips up and using his knees to spread you open.

“Hold a little higher. I want your nipples to touch the sheets while I fuck you, just those pretty nipples.”

Kinky as fuck. You groan but position yourself just the way that he wants you. Barely a minute passes before his thick cock is spreading you open and sliding in. Your mouth is opening and words are pouring out, “Oh fuck, oh shit, ohh shit...Erik...!”

“Shit, baby. Look at how good you takin’ Daddy’s dick.” A rush of embarrassment and arousal sweeps through you and a flood of moisture flows out of you, drenching his cock and balls. His hands grab your hips, tipping your pelvis so that your ass is exposed and thrusts into you. “You like this shit, don’t you, baby girl? Say it, say you like this shit!”

“Yesyesyes, I like this, I like this shit!”

Erik grabs your breasts, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers, his rhythm never faltering. “Save you love Daddy’s dick.” His middle finger is on your clit, so hard and wet, ready to cum. When you don’t readily comply with his demand, he smacks you on the ass, making you flinch and jolt a little. “Say it! Say that shit, say you love Daddy’s dick!”

At this point, you’ll do anything to cum. “I love Daddy’s dick!!” You’re practically screaming it. You’d bent down, tilted your ass up and he kicks your knees open a bit more. He’s half on top of you, thrusting deep in your pussy.

“You feel so good, baby girl. You like this shit, don’tchu, deep and hard?” You can’t answer, can barely even think. Your body tightens around his cock, shaking hard and you cum, practically drenching his cock. “Yes! That’s it, baby! Cum for me, cum all over this dick!!” He grabs your hips, fucking into you hard, stealing the breath from your lungs with every stroke and it’s borderline too much, but then he’s cumming, filling you with his seed. And now you fall onto the bed, too spent and tired to move.

Erik and you traded breaths, trying to calm down your racing hearts. But soon enough, his hands are tracing over your brown thighs again.

“Sit on my face.” You turn your head to glance at him and he smirked. “You know you want to. Plus cumming once is not acceptable. Get’cho cute ass...” Not letting him change his mind, you did as told. Erik liked that shit anyway, if the way he gripped your ass cheeks was any indication.And if he was a lot more amicable to the idea of your siblings crowding up in this place than he might have been? Well, that’s no one’s business but you and his.

As for Miss Demi’s nasty carrot cake? To be a Good Samaritan, you gave it to a homeless man and five dollars as an apology cuz that shit looked dry as hell.

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