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cowboy-robooty · 1 year

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MY FELLOW AMERICANS (and internationals)

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justwater4mepls · 2 months

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Old account got deleted again!!! Previously (@justwater4me, @just_water_4me, or you might also know my hashtag #justwater4me)

Once again I got my account deleted and it’s a shame because I lost so many friends and the community that I was in, but I am pretty sure that we will find each other’s again.

And because of that is that I created before my own hashtag #justwater4me so my community can always find me because I will ALWAYS BE BACK. Please refrain from using it.

Please block and don’t report, I know you are trying to help, but that only encourages us to fall deeper in this disorder, I am pro-recovery but that’s just not the path that I chose for myself, so if you are trying to recover please do not follow my account.

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Height: 5’4”

Hw: 125lbs

Cw: 86lbs

Gw: 80lbs

Ugw: 75lbs

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Hii, I go by justwater4me here but once people gets to know me they call me Kay (my name) either way I’m cool with it, I have an almond mom so that explains why I struggle with this 3d. I love sports, I play and I watch sports. I love languages too and water OF COURSE 😂

My inbox and dms are always open, I’m always looking for moots or friends <3

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aroace-polyshow · 24 days

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hw question!

you’ve told us about the otori family dynamic in this au, so how about the rest of hw and their family? whats it like? is it different from your regular hcs for them/what little we know in canon, if so, how?

idk if you’ve already explained this but yeah-

YAYYYYY THANK YOU!!!

i wil be honest i dont think the tenma parents have changed much from how they are in canon. i think i’ve mentioned saki before too. tldr for tenma sibs saki gets worried about tsukasa but tsukasa is allergic to vulnerability especially with her cause he feels the need to be this ideal reliable big brother for her. so saki feels helpless bc of how much she *wants* to help her bother but he won’t allow her to yk. any opportunity he has to leave/redirect a conversation thats getting too focused on him and if he’s feeling bad he takes. and saki finds it frustrating as hell.

do you know that one fanart featuring rui’s mom and the caption is smth like “when you have to watch your child go through the same thing you did as a kid and there’s nothing you can do about it” yeah its that kind of feel with his parents i think. caring so much about their kid and not knowing how to help him.

i cannot remember for the life of me if nene’s parents ever show up in canon. i think its a similar thing to rui’s parents though. nene just has her mom though hashtag divorce. incorporating something from my friend’s fic though: after the Incident nene’s mom didn’t let rui see nene for a bit, saying maybe it’d be better if he give her some space. she didn’t have Bad intentions but since those two were young she’d known about rui’s reputation as a weird and dangerous kid. she heard stuff like “oh what kind of parent is she to be letting her daughter hang out with him” but she tried not to pay it any mind cause nene seemed happy with him. and then The Incident happens and she has a worse impression of him and thinks nene might be better off distancing herself from him. (*cough* contributing to rui thinking nene probably hates him bc surely nene must have told her Something that made her think rui should leave her daughter alone *cough*) when nene finds out thats why rui hasn’t been coming by her house though she is Fucking Livid. and it doesn’t cause this big argument or anything but nene now keeps away from letting her mom in on her own problems and her mom avoids interfering with nene’s life but isn’t really sure what else to do abt it. so like she’s not intentionally harmful but when she did try to help she didnt take nene’s feelings into consideration or even ask her and just did what she thought was best. so theres a bit of a distance between them? im having trouble explaining i think but i hope this makes sense

i think. that is it. but i could be wrong my brain is being weird. ty for the ask though yayayayy!!

#asks #hollow ☆ wonderland

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meowscarpone · 10 months

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Minors DNI and DNF!!! ✧˖° ♡This blog is a space for me to track my bad habits and vent. Do not scroll through it if you don't want to see posts about sewerslidal ideation, sh, and ed triggers.♡ ˚ʚ Me stuff ɞ˚ ♡ Teddy, 24 (1998), he/him, gay ♡ I love animals, art and food! ♡ Commie ♡ social anxiety, depresso hashtag confirmed. ♡ Sh since 2012 currently relapsed yehaw. ♡ Possible ED. Possibly neurodivergent (my boyfriend thinks I’m autistic and I trust him, my mom thinks I have adhd and I guess I agree). Possible tic disorder.

˚ʚ Dieting stuff ɞ˚ ♡Hw: 85kg ♡Sw: 77kg ♡Cw: 77kg ♡Gw: 65kg ♡Lw: 64 kg

˚ʚ Crush stuff ɞ˚ ♡ My crush is mutual and we sometimes make out, so I call him my boyfriend even though I’m too shy to ask. ♡ Long distance ( ;´ - `;) 12h travel (actually 1 hour by plane but i am poor)

ฅ^. ̫ .^ฅ meowmeow

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wildandfluorecent · 5 years

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hi hi omg i’m so sorry i haven’t been that active lately (it’s all because i’ve been watching too much friends and school honestly LMAO) but i just wanted to tell y’all that i officially started sophomore year and i’m taking a theatre class for the first time which is. so exciting??? ALSO we’re doing a ballet combo in my dancercise class to once upon a december and i like actually internally lost my shit lmao anyways that’s all!!!!!!

#i have to do my ap world reading notes. Disgusting #also no one in my math gc could figure out our hw so uh precalc is gonna murder us all #BUT i love my precalc teacher she’s so fantastic #and my chem teacher too #i finally have???? a pretty even ratio of female teachers to male teachers and honestly? thank god #all my teachers except 2 were guys last year lmao #anyways sorry about this hashtag word vomit i just needed to get all my School Thoughts out somewhere #also im not abandoning my blog i promise u i just need to get in the cycle of work and fit this in there lol #bc the jump from freshman to sophomore year is lowkey. a lot more than i was expecting ksdjdk #anyways! if you’re reading this you’re a gem and i love you!#isa.txt

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bbgem329 · 2 years

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Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Three

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18+. Language. Angst. Fluff. Dark side of HW. Public relations relationships. Discussions of cancel culture? Rich bitches. Age gaps. Seb needs a hug. Reader needs a hug. Did I miss anything?

Series Masterlist

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July 15, 2020

‘So much for being unproblematic. Don’t forget the fans supported you when you were in shitty movies and spoke out for you for better treatment. I didn’t forget. I’m disappointed #sebastianstanisoverparty.’

‘#sebastianstanisoverparty imagine blocking ur fans for calling out ur racist ass gf.’

‘Sebastian took his time to speak on blm, went to Ibiza during a pandemic, went clubbing, didn’t wear a mask when he was out, and now his girlfriend got exposed for being a racist, now that people are calling them out they’ve started blocking fans #sebastianstanisoverparty,’

It seemed to be never ending—the amount of angered tweets using this particular, trending hashtag.

“It’s not that bad.” You managed out, cringing slightly at how utterly diffident you sounded.

“Don’t lie to me, baby.” Sebastian groaned, scrubbing his hand down his face as he flopped back against cushions of the hotel couch. “I know it’s bad. Don’t need to sugarcoat it. They’ve even written articles about it now.”

“Why are they saying you blocked them?” You asked, eyes narrowed as you left Twitter in favor of googling said articles. “You didn’t block anyone, right?”

“No.” He breathed out, shaking his head. “But Catalina did. And apparently everything she does, coincides with me now. She appropriated cultures so now I’m racist.”

You lifted your gaze from your phone to your laptop screen laid out on the coffee table, heart clenching painfully in your chest at the look of pure defeat and frustration painted across his handsome features.

You’d already apologized a thousand times, declaring unequivocally that it wasn’t his fault, that what they were saying wasn’t true but deep down you knew, no amount of words or consolation would make this better—make it right.

Just when you didn't think things could possibly get any worse, they did.

“I don’t understand the point of these articles, are they to excuse her ignorance and mistakes? Give her attention?” You mumbled, bottom lip worried between your teeth. “And this is her problem not yours. I get why they’re mad, we knew the traveling thing would be an issue but why are you to blame for her actions?”

Sebastian only shrugged in response, glossy eyes averted to the side of the camera. He looked so far away—in a completely different realm as he lost himself inside his head. You really shouldn’t be surprised, he took what people said about him to heart and worked way too hard to try and please everyone.

This man, with a heart of gold, was already his own biggest critic and at times, his very worst enemy. He really didn’t need this hate, not when he was clearly tearing himself up over it.

“Hey,” You cooed softly, locking your phone and tossing it on the other side of the couch. He needed your full attention right now, that much was obvious. “I love you so much, ya know that?”

He nodded, lips corking up slightly in the corners. “I love you too.”

You hated how timid and meek his voice sounded. It was a far cry from the happy, positive, go-lucky guy you knew and loved.

“Okay, yeah, traveling during a pandemic wasn’t a good idea—not that you really had a choice…” You grumbled, rolling your eyes, “But the fans don’t know that. They just see what you wanted them to see. So it’s a hundred percent fair to be upset and let’s be honest, we expected them to be.” You paused, eyes tracing over his frowning face, “Should you have gone to the club? Probably not. But again, did you really have a choice?… Should you be wearing a mask? Yes. Which I’ll get on your ass about too because I love you and I care about you and I really, really don’t want you to get sick nor do I want you to get anyone else sick.” You shook your head, offering him a small smile, “But baby, you’re human. Everyone makes mistakes. Just give it some time. Hopefully your team works something out or allows you to make a statement and if not, you true fans will understand that.”

Sebastian took a slow, deep breath, allowing himself to sink further into the couch, eyes fluttering closed and chest rising and falling as he soaked up your words. He didn’t need to say anything to let you know that you’d said the right thing—exactly what he needed to hear. You could practically see the tension, stress, and worry leaving his tired body.

He sighed softly, fingers combing back his tousled hair, “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.” You winked, sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “But I mean it, did your team talk about what they were going to do? How did Catalina react? Is she going to apologize?”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he scratched at the coarse hair lining his sharp jaw. “She doesn’t care and I don’t think she sees anything wrong with what she did, so no–I highly doubt she will apologize.” He rolled his eyes, “I mean, let's be real here, she is absolutely thriving off this attention.”

Your nose scrunched in distaste, heading bobbing frantically in agreement.

“The name drops in articles, the association with me, people following her, and her favorite part–the ones who take time to comment or call her about it on her instagram page. All she wants is attention, baby, and now she’s getting it.” He sighed softly, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. Negative attention is still attention after all.”

“That’s true.” You mumbled solemnly, lips turned down into a deep frown.

You’d peaked at her page more than a few times, enough to notice her follower count increasing daily. Most of it was out curiosity–fans waiting and watching to see if she would post their ultimate favorite. Some more boisterous fans were taking the time to leave a not so nice comment or simply call her out on her past (and present) behavior. You couldn’t necessarily blame them, they just wanted to remain in the loop–see for themselves what Sebastian was up to. Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment and despair growing and sinking deep from within to see her get the attention she definitely didn’t deserve.

While Sebastian had remained quiet and avoided posting anything that could be commented on, on his page, she was using this newfound attention to provide various old pictures for her many new followers. She’d already posted an unidentifiable picture of herself and Sebastian riding a jetski into the damn sunset on July third–just in time for the first pap pictures to drop the very next day.

How convenient…

Unbeknownst to most, Catalina wasn’t allowed to post Sebastian’s face–at least not at the moment without risking consequences or a break in the contract. It didn’t stop her from baiting though–posting a mirror selfie with his turquoise swim trunks peaking out in the background or getting her friends to help out by posting a video of them at some show club.

That ordeal had caused an uproar, although it didn’t work out in Catalina’s favor. More and more people were beginning to question the integrity of their relationship. Not only had Sebastian pretty much ignored her entirely in the club video, favoring a discussion with a man beside him, but he looked extremely stiff when she leaned into or against him and for the most part, kept a reasonable distance between them on the bench.

You wouldn’t dare to ever admit it but you’d watched the video far too many times and laughed way too loud over the bratty pout on her lips and the not so subtle glare she’d shot him when he was turned away.

You really did have the best boyfriend. One of his best qualities was his unwavering loyalty, even in his roles–especially in this one specifically.

Catalina’s desperation was going to be her demise. If people truly bought the relationship, they’d assume she was solely in it for his fame.

Which they weren’t technically wrong about.

If it were you in that position and your lover was receiving an unequivocal amount of hate, you would do anything in your power to lessen the burden or make it better. You would apologize and own up for your actions, stand up for your partner–literally anything to extract the blame off of him. Yet here Catalina remained, finding joy and excitement in such attention, taunting and teasing fans with her baits, deleting comments that she didn’t particularly like or blocking anyone who dared to speak out louder than the rest.

Anyone who knew Sebastian, knew just how important his fans were to him.

And she just didn’t care.

He’d started with nothing and with the support of his amazing fans, he’d worked so hard to make something of himself. To hear and read about what was being said and to see long time fans turn their back on him, was highly upsetting for the man.

But it didn’t matter to her.

He didn’t matter to her.

Sebastian was just another chess piece in her fame game.

Catalina’s insensitivity and lack of remorse was only going to cause further problems. The fact that people had picked up the falsitisty of this relationship, this early on, was alarming. More and more people were hopping on ‘Team PR’ every day.

“As for what my team is doing,” Sebastian spoke up, drawing you from your thoughts, “There isn’t really anything we can do. Not that I have any interest in standing up for her nor could they convince me to but in this situation they think keeping quiet and letting it blow over is the best course of action. There isn’t much I could say anyways–not with the NDA in place. Everything is to remain tight lipped.”

You took in his words, nibbling anxiously on the ends of your raw, bitten nails as he lifted a freshly opened beer to his mouth, taking a generous gulp before licking the rementant from his lips, “They just want me to continue on with what I’m doing.” He shrugged his broad, bare shoulders, “At least I don’t have to do another pap walk until I’m back in the states.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, nose scrunching at the mere thought of Sebastian’s expressions during the last one. It was obvious he’d somewhat given up on trying to pretend he actually enjoyed her presence in the latest pap walk. It had taken place the day after the yacht photos had surfaced, far too soon in Sebastian’s opinion. He didn’t bother to hide his distaste–his sharp, handsome features pinched in distaste and a sizable gap between their barely intertwined hands. In the moment, it honestly looked like he was judging her for whatever she was speaking about on their stroll up from the beach.

Sebastian’s willingness or lack thereof, was an entirely different problem in this fauxmance. His attitude and effort dwindled steadily with each passing day. The more time he spent with her–got to know her, the less inclined he was to sell the relationship.

Although he’d never straight up admitted it or stated it, he was working his way around the contract—finding loopholes in a sense.

It was obvious to you and both of your closest friends that he wasn’t all that interested in a connection with her.

A part of you was genuinely worried about the arising consequences he might face if he continued to resist fulfilling his end of the contract.

It started with the video he put on his instagram story of him listening to ‘Last Christmas’ back in May after signing the contract. Everyone who’d watched it at the time brushed it off to be Sebsatian just being his random, goofy self and enjoyed how handsome he looked with his full beard and fluffy hair. And maybe it could’ve been before he subtly dropped a “Might as well…2021.” Again, no one thought anything of it at the time but for those who were aware, knew that he’d subtly hinted at an end date for the contract and it was just a matter of time until someone figured it out.

How he’d avoided getting his ass chewed for that was beyond you.

Although it was a little petty, you couldn’t help but admire his creativity.

On top of his reluctance to play the part of Catalina’s loving, adoring boyfriend in front of the cameras, he was resisting interacting or claiming her on social media too.

She had followed him pretty quickly after the pap photos were released and he had yet to return the favor. Something he’d declared he wasn’t doing so anytime soon–at least not until they pressed him to.

To be frank, things were already a huge mess. In your opinion, they’d jumped the gun. They should’ve eased everyone into it–start with a follow back in May, interact a little here and there.

At least, get people speculating before jumping right into pap photos on a yacht. Try to make it look a little more authentic instead of completely out of the blue.

This day in age, everyone knew that the paparazzi were either tipped off or called. They were paid to take pictures and then someone had to pay for them to be used in articles. It didn’t make any sense to people that Sebastian was randomly spotted on a yacht in the middle of the ocean, during a worldwide pandemic with this random Spanish woman.

Not only were fans confused about the timing but about how they could’ve possibly met.

The only plausible connection was a Spanish model named Jon Kortajarena, Sebastian had worked two Hugo Boss shows with a few years ago, who also just happened to be Catalina’s friend and co-star from her previously canceled show.

But even that seemed questionable, Sebastian had only met him twice and had little to no interaction outside of following him on social media way back when.

None of it made any sense.

Sebastian always enjoyed being open with his fans to a certain degree–creating a connection with the hopes that they realized they weren’t all that different from him through his struggles with mental health, insecurities, flaws, and such.

By now they knew him well enough to know that this entire charade and his latest actions were extremely out of character for him and they were beginning to grow concerned.

Sebastian had proudly declared himself an introvert numerous times and would choose a night in, watching documentaries and eating pizza with a bottle of red wine over popping clubs and yacht rides.

He’s mentioned offhandedly he prefers avoiding long distance relationships and now he was supposedly dating someone who lived in Europe.

Just months prior to his trip to Ibiza, he and his trainer, Don, were bashing people for partying it up on the beaches in Florida and now he was doing it on some fancy resort across the sea.

And although someone’s background shouldn’t matter in terms of compatibility. People couldn’t understand how someone like Sebastian, who grew up poor and worked hard to earn his own keep and make a name for himself, could be with someone like Catalina Bautista, a woman who relied mostly on her parents' money and spent the majority of her time vacationing or partying.

They’d both had such different life experiences and from what he’d said himself, they have little to nothing in common, and it was becoming painfully obvious.

So on top of a sketchy, random set up, the pair clearly weren’t a match and their teams were becoming increasingly aware of it as this fauxmance proceeded.

It was a true and through recipe for disaster.

Based on how it started and how it was further progressing, you weren’t confident that they were really going to be able to pull this off.

“I’m not going to lie, I laughed way too hard over the last one.” You giggled, “I’m still not over your face in those pictures. I mean, babe, your expressions—you looked so annoyed.”

“Cause I was!” He groaned, tugging a hand frustratingly through his tousled locks.

“Well, I know but you’re literally one of the best actors!” You corked a brow, the smallest smirk playing at the corner of your lips. “I know you have it in you to do this.”

“When I actually want the role.” He sighed, features pinched up into a pained grimace. “I’m trying really hard not to be a jerk, you know how I feel about talking shit about people but she is literally impossible to be around.”

“What?” You gasped, feigning surprise, “I thought you said she was a complete delight and you were actually considering leaving me for her.”

“I’m being serious, pretty girl.” Though he was scowling, you didn’t miss the playful twinkle in his eye. “I can’t hold a meaningful, deep conversation with her. I feel like,” He licked his lips, carefully considering his next words, “I feel like I’m just some new expensive purse she wants to show off.”

Your eyes widened, heart contracting painfully within your chest. You knew he felt uncomfortable around her but not to this extent.

“Like I’m not even a real human being to her.” He bowed his head, blue eyes averted to where he was fiddling with his fingers in his lap. He breathed out a heavy sigh, tense shoulders sagging in defeat, “I think she figured I’d be some famous asshole that would play along with her games and sleep with her. Obviously she grew up with money—had everything handed to her for as long as she could remember. I seriously think she thought I’d fall in love with her or something. Then she wouldn’t have to work or whatever, just be known as ‘Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend’.” Your eyes trailed from his face, down to his hands, his nails working on their own accord to pick at his raw and bitten cuticles. “She doesn’t care about my feelings. Doesn’t respect my boundaries. I thought maybe she’d at least pretend to care, try to build some sort of respectful, platonic friendship or acquaintanceship because we’re stuck in this for the next year and half but she doesn’t care. As long as she’s getting the attention she wants, she’ll continue to poke at fans and flash our connection around, no matter how it affects me.”

“Is she still-,” You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat, “Is she still making you uncomfortable?”

“I mean, it’s a little better since my team talked to her, but,” He shrugged, reaching once more for his beer before finishing it off, “I don’t trust her, Y/N. Seeing all the shit she did to her ex… She ruined that man’s life, baby.”

“She can’t do anything, Sebastian.” You interjected, voice shakier than you intended and lacking the necessary confidence. “You’re protected by the contract and the NDA’s.”

Sebastian bit his lip, nodding slowly, “I know but clearly she’s desperate and she was vengeful enough to leak her ex’s nudes—someone she loved and was planning on spending the rest of her life with.” He pointed out, brows furrowing further in thought and eyes unfocused as he gazed across the room. “If this doesn’t work out in her favor, which it probably won’t… when this ends she’ll lose all that attention and might act out.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, cerclean eyes finally meeting yours through the camera, “She’s not thinking this through and it’s pissing me off. The fans already don’t like her and the smart move would be to try to win them over—try to be liked so she can gain their support in the long run but she’s not.” He threw himself back against the couch, thighs spread wide and arms falling limply at his sides, “I just don’t understand.”

“I don’t know, my love.” You whispered, eyes searching his face, unsure of what to say or do.

Ideally, you would be there to hold him, press sweet, little kisses to his cheeks, chin, and nose until he had no choice but to smile, or run your fingers through his tousled hair and massage his tensed shoulders until he slumped into you, completely boneless and relaxed.

But you weren’t and you wouldn’t be able to console him physically until the beginning of August.

And despite it being only two weeks away, it felt like forever.

“I don’t want you to stress about this.” You added softly, shifting down to sit on the floor between the coffee table and couch. “Your team will protect you, no matter what happens. Your fans would choose you over her, in a heartbeat. Even if she were to try something, you’re more respected, more known, and have far more pull than she ever will.”

“That’s true.” He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time within the past hour. “No need to worry about things I can’t control or haven’t even happened yet.”

“Exactly.” You grinned, pride blooming throughout your chest. “You got this, Sebastian Stan. You are the baddest of baddest bitches.”

He cocked a brow, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his pink, bitten lips. “Seriously?”

“Say it with me!” You giggled, hands gesturing wildly, urging him on, “Come on, say it!”

“I am the baddest of baddest bitches.”

You groaned, head lolling back in disappointment, “I’m gonna need a bit more than that.” Your arms shot up, a big grin splitting across your lips, “Come on now, baby. Say it like you mean it.”

“I am,” He bowed his head, gazing up at you from beneath his dark lashes, a subtle blush rising to the apples of his cheeks, “the baddest of baddest bitches.”

“Bravo.” Your palms met for a long, drawn out round of applause, a boisterous laugh tumbling from your lips, “Bravo. Much better.”

Sebastian ran his tongue over his teeth, crossing his bulging arms over his broad chest and you couldn’t help but ogle him for a moment. Especially when his head cocked just slightly to one side, those gorgeous, cerulean orbs studying you from beneath his lashes and a boyish smirk on his face.

You missed him so much—heart, mind, and body yearning desperately for his presence. “I miss you so much, pretty girl.”

It was as if he’d read your mind. And at this point in your relationship, maybe he could. You swore the man knew you better than you knew yourself. As if he had his very own sixth sense on everything you.

What you wouldn’t give to sit beside him, tucked under his arm, legs tossed across his lap, and your face pressed into the crook of his neck. To be completely engulfed in his body's comforting warmth and his familiar scent.

Sleeping without him next to you hadn’t been the same, you often found yourself reaching towards his side of the bed when you woke in the dead of the night, only to be met with cold sheets. Or accidently pouring two cups of coffee in the morning when you were still half asleep. At one point you’d even glanced over half expecting him to be sitting beside you on the couch, laughing at one of your favorite scenes while watching reruns of the office.

To say you missed him, wouldn’t even begin to elucidate how much you truly needed and yearned for him and his presence.

“I miss you too.” You whispered, an exaggerated pout on your lips and a slump in your shoulders. “But hey,” You grinned, perking up, “Only two more weeks!! And boy, do I have plans for us.” A smirk split across your lips, eyebrows wiggling suggestively, “It’ll be absolutely worth the wait and oh my god!” You gasped, “I almost forgot to tell you, I got a call today—We start filming the Witcher mid August! They expect me to be there on the seventeenth.”

You were talking so fast, eyes alight and your hands waving animently in the air around you, that you completely missed the way Sebastian’s expression fell.

“I’m really fucking bummed I’ll miss our anniversary but at least I’ll be here for your birthday!” You continued, wearing a big grin, “It’s better than nothing and I mean, we can always celebrate a little early. Promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“Baby.”

You froze at the sound of his voice—full of despondency and sorrow. Dropping your hands in your lap, you took in the regret and guilt painted across his sharpened, handsome features.

He didn’t need to say anything further, you knew what it meant.

You pressed your lips together, arms crossed over your chest as you glanced away to keep the tears you felt rising at bay. It felt like your heart had fallen into your gut, stomach rolling and churning as you waited patiently for him to share information you most definitely didn’t want to hear.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees as he dropped his head into his hands. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

“When?” You asked quietly.

“They want me to spend a few days in Bermuda.” He signed, eyes pleading through the camera, “She has to loophole to get into the U.S, so she’ll be there for two weeks before coming to NYC. So I won’t arrive back until…at least August 20.”

“Why?” You hated the way your voice cracked as you willed yourself not to cry.

“To get more footage I guess—Proof I was there with her.”

“So you’ll spend your birthday and our anniversary with her there.”

You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. You knew well enough it wasn’t like that—that he didn’t have a choice. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he’d want to miss spending these special occasions with you.

There was no need to pick a fight over it or be jealous, not when he’d made it clear you had nothing to worry about with Catalina from the very beginning. But your mind just couldn’t seem to comprehend it right now, not with the new hurt and disappointment this news brought and arose within you.

“Please. It’s not like that, pretty girl.” He implored, voice soft and remorseful. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I tried to talk them out of it. I’m still trying but they won’t budge.”

“When did you find out about this?”

“A few days ago.”

You shook your head, a dry laugh falling from your lips. You didn’t even attempt to stop the tears anymore, allowing them to roll freely down your cheeks

“And I swear I was going to tell you but I was trying to get out of it or work something out so I didn’t have to do this.” He rushed out, hurrying to defend and explain himself, “I know I should’ve told you-”

“Yes.” You interjected, wiping furiously at your cheeks, “You should have.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N/N.” He choked out, scrubbing a hand down his face, eyes red as tears began to pool in his own eyes, “I’ll figure something out, okay? I fucking miss you so much and I love you. I want to see you. Don’t ever think that I don't, okay? I just-” He tossed his head back, a muffled cry escaping his lips as he swiped the back of his hand over his red cheeks, “I fucking hate this. I hate being away from you and they aren’t helping me. I need to see you. I’m miserable over here and they can’t even help me with this one…”

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest at the sound of his cries, his body heaving with sobs as he begged and pleaded with you, choking out mumbled apologies over and over again.

“It’s okay.” You soothed, trying desperately to cease your own cries but the tears only seemed to fall harder with every sob and apology. “It’s okay, Sebastian. I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on your laptop screen, wishing so badly you could reach through to touch and console him. “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. I’m so sorry. I’m not mad.”

“I just miss you.” He sniffled, rubbing harshly over his eyes, “I miss you and I want to come home. I can’t sleep well without you. I miss your touch and your smell and your smile and your lips and your singing and dancing and your cooking.” He wiped at his nose, lips trembling and face completely flushed, “What-What are we gonna do? I can’t—I don’t think I can last that long without seeing you.”

“It’s okay.” Your voice cracked harshly, tears spilling quietly and freely down your rosy cheeks. You mustered a wobbly, watery smile, hoping it would ease even the slightest bit of his distress. “We will figure it out. We always do, okay? I love you. It’s going to be okay.”

“Promise?”

You nodded, swallowing down the unease and fear settling within your gut and clawing its way up your throat. “I promise.”

You couldn’t, wouldn’t lose him.

Not because of this shitshow—not because of her.

You would make this work. No matter what.

Because as much as this hurt, losing him for good would hurt so much worse.

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#sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan

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reilikeslifting · 2 years

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Haiii ^^ i was wonderin if u knew hw i could make lifting tumblr mutuals ? I’ve been liftin’ 4 everr but just wanted to make an account and i know using hashtags probably isn’t a good idea ;-; thx !! <3

absolutely! hopefully my followers/mutuals can see this so they'll follow u but you could also join the l-fter discord if you have it! we're pretty active and have a bunch of ppl in there <3 just by making posts n stuff people will start interacting with you too!

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the-fall-of-armie-hammer · 3 years

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The switch_ga account on ig keeps saying that "more and more people on the internet" are "believing" that Armie is innocent 😲 is this true?

I haven't noticed that to be true but I can see where and why switch might feel that way. His fans have made a concerted effort to infiltrate gossip sites- datalounge, reddit, lsa, etc- and comment sections on the Daily Mail and other sites. It is disheartening to see that sort of support for him, but for the general public, the minutiae of all this with Effie and the in-fighting between other victims, isn't on their radar. All the general public has seen is the shocking reveal of Paige and Courtney's claims backed up by a multitude of unverified dms that paint a pretty ugly picture of him as a shit human. They saw Paige on Dr Oz, articulate and poised and utterly believable. The rest of this mess online is not making a dent in public perception of Armie Hammer. Even bigger names like Sophie Ross who is definitely keeping tabs of the online drama, hasn't been swayed in her belief that Armie is guilty.

Switch and anyone else fearing that the public tide is turning back in his favor, needs to take a deep breath and step back to look at more than just sm reaction. Twitter is still the barometer of public perception and appears to remain pretty anti-Armie in general. The #supportarmiehammer hashtag doesn't generate much traffic.

He remains a pariah in HW. Dropped from all these projects and by his own team. If there are fans that have too much time on their hands to create sock puppet accounts to make it look like support for him is on the rise, more power to them. Lol

#armie hammer

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hoochy-coo · 3 years

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But I think it’s important to remember these kids will grow up understanding how the industry works and that celeb lives are not just like us.

Even her strong connection with Harvey Winston? if we're going to forgot him and what he did in next 10 years, what was the point of new too hashtag? ik you have Olivia lover here but I hope they don't come with excuses for the hw connection. bc everyone knows they were bestie till ppl called her out..

Not to defend her but literally half of Hollywood was besties with Harvey Weinstein. So as sad as that is, yes, these celebs live a different life from the rest of us and the kids grow up surrounded by all types of fucked-up shit.

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avataramilliahy · 4 years

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10 years of One Direction

I started last night, waiting for updates, news, activities, and bombs that they would drop in the middle of the night. I had been on the lookout for almost 24 hours, or more, i don't know, i'm not sure.

To see the One Direction account tweet after over 2 years made me ecstatic. But seeing Liam tweet, as the first member to tweet made me realize that the fandom is truly lucky to have him as the Dad, the responsible one in the group. He always provides us updates and news, him and Louis. Now, Louis tweeted, just tonight, not 10 minutes ago, he tweeted things, many things that made my heart flutter and throb. It made me feel relieved that he always thinks about us and the boys, but the pain that it follows is beyond compare. I mean, many fans mentioned this before. Niall, Louis, and Liam are obviously eager to be together again, to have a comeback again, but we all know that Zayn won't be back, and Harry's head is in someplace else.

Don't get me wrong. Watching Harry grow and be happy is such a relief to us. Before, he was one of the members that is very conscious as to what would other people say, and now he's thriving in his solo career. It makes my heart flutter and ache. I don't know how to feel. It's ridiculous to think that these five boys would still affect my life in such a macro level that I didn't even saw coming when I joined this fandom. I guess their bond and the things that they've done for us are the reasons why we love them so much. I want a comeback, I really do. Because I'm old enough to watch them live and perhaps be responsible enough, and yet I want their well being, I want them to be happy and to be okay.

As of now, Liam and Louis are the ones who tweeted about the anniversary. We're still waiting for Niall, Harry, and Zayn. I know they'll come around. I love you, boys. You have become such a huge part of my life. I can't thank you enough.

Here's Niall with his appreciation. To be frank, I was expecting him to be vocal in twitter, but hw only tweeted replies to Liam and Louis' tweets. Then I opened instagram, there he goes, pouring his thoughts to his lads, and at the same time tagging our baby Zayn. I want to cry so many had happened today.

Niall even used the hashtag. I stand corrected. They are too precious. ♥️

Now that I'm alone in my room, Harry's post on instagram and his tweet, although with the same content, made me sob like a baby. I never realized how this band, these boys changed my life. It's beem so long since I felt this, and I felt like myself again. I'm so happy. For years, I'm happy.

#10 years of one direction #10 years of 1d #10 years with one direction #harry styles #niall horan #liam payne #louis tomlinson #zayn malik #one direction #anniversary

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alexwinfield-blog1 · 5 years

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Digital Footprints: Put YOUR stamp on it.

It’s Monday morning. A new day. Another week of school. You turn off your alarm and head straight over to Twitter. “Monday already !!!!!!! (Crying emoji X10) Can’t w8 to get back into bed”. Your phone pings. It’s Lizzie. Your BFF. She never lets you down. Except not today it seems. “Soz bbe. Sooooo ill. Grab any hw sheets for me plzzzz (blowing kiss emoji) xxxx”. Mum shouts up the stairs “Are you getting up at any point today? The dog needs walking and you need to take your brother to school!” You slam your phone into the duvet, roll your eyes and take a deep breath. You’re annoyed and the day has only just begun. Toast in one hand and dragging your brother out the door by the other, you smile at the postman. “Morning”, you say. Knowing full well he loses your packages ALL THE TIME. Be nice mum always tells you. Manners cost nothing.

You get to school. The mean girls stare you down as you walk to your English lesson. You try to look cool. You tell yourself that one day they’ll take you in as one of their own, but maybe today just isn’t that day. You find your seat, unpack your books, your pencil case, tucking your phone under your hideous plaid skirt. Silly really. Illuminating skirts aren’t exactly the school uniform market’s latest innovation. You’re top of your class. You know you shouldn’t be scrolling through Instagram in a lesson, but everyone else does, and you for sure don’t want to stick out any more than what you already do. You get A’s in nearly every assignment and you compete in nearly every extra-curriculum sport in the school, but you can’t help but fantasise about that Instagram #gymbod. Your parents are immensely proud, and your teachers? You can’t do enough to please them. You love school. Never too shy to raise your hand in class, never too eager to stand in front of the WHOLE of year 11 to deliver a speech about the school’s litter policy, and never too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you’ve not even kissed a boy.

It’s lunchtime. You and your best friends of 12 years gather around the canteen table.They tell you about their exciting weekends. How their heart throb boyfriends distracted them from getting any work done. How they got ridiculously drunk at a family party and how their mum grounded them for coming home at 10:33 – 3 minutes later than expected. And you? You just listen. For the most part, you spend your break and lunch times talking in the hockey team WhatsApp group chat. They’re a laugh. Sometimes you tell the girls about your boring weekend, or even fluff it up slightly by telling them you actually got out of your pyjamas. They would never believe you. You’re well and truly the plain Jane out of the bunch. The new boy in your year asks if the seat next to you is taken. The girls think he’s a nerd but you think he’s quite cute. You say no. The girls sigh as if to say “you’re such a loser”, but you don’t care. You have to pretend you don’t know his name, that you don’t have an unhealthy obsession with checking his Facebook. You know his cat goes by the name of Clive, but you pretend you don’t know that. You know he plays for the local rugby team, but you’re not supposed to know that either. You don’t know that his birthday is the 6th of June, and most importantly, you must NOT show any bitterness towards his girlfriend of 3 years.

Home time at last. You’re loosening your tie as you get closer to the front door, eager to jump straight back into bed. PING. It’s the girls group chat. “House (girl dancing emoji) Sat nite. 8.30. B there or b (square emoji)”. NOOO. You promised mum you’d have a film night with her. Saturday night rolls around. You’ve been plotting all week how you could get away with this one, but she’s a mum. They find out everything. Not this time. You divert from the party situation. It’s now a revision sleepover situation with the girls. You ask to go and of course you’re allowed. School first, partying second. It’s 10pm. You’re having the best time but you assured mum updates on the revision sesh. So, as promised, you load up Instagram stories. On your second Instagram account, obviously. By second, you mean the only Instagram account your mum thinks exists, right? You locate the photo album named “revision”. You browse this until you find the most colourful, most mind-map-ful, most hard working-esque photo you can find. And voila! A little later, in comes a text from mum. “Wonderful stuff. Looks like you’re really working hard. See you in the morning :)” . Little does she know, over on what might as well scream @yourerliar101, several stories and photos were posted of your amazing night with your besties. In the morning it seems the party was a huge success. Tweets and Instagrams raving about the night – “Can’t believe Josh taught every1 to do the (worm emoji) (cry laughing emoji)”. “Had the best nite EVAAAAAA (tongue out emoji)”. “Me and the gals last night!!!!!!! (cocktail emoji) (heart eye emoji) #lovethem”.

Sound familiar? Well, this may not be too dissimilar to a day in the life of your late teenage years. (Millennials, this one is for you!) Through this artificial account, we learn that in just 24 hours, you are likely to perform a variety of different roles. You’re a reliable friend and a caring sibling. You’re also studious, a potential lover and occasionally a liar. But sometimes it’s for the best, right? So, quite literally, how can these personalities become transparent online?

Just like this teenager, the average social media user, whatever you may define this to be, can be traced online. Social media can speak volumes about a person. Not just what they get up to on the weekend, but the finer details. For example, they’re obsession with their house rabbits, how much they can’t stand their boss, and more recently, how they’ve jumped on-board Facebook’s latest bandwagon, “rate my meal”.

Social media, such as Instagram and Twitter allow me to present the most favourable, or sometimes least favourable, versions of myself. If you were to rewind to old school Alex on Twitter, you would definitely find tweets containing homophones, such as “u”, with my favourite acronym, still to this day, being “lol” – only used sarcastically of course. As well as this, I was a sucker for, and admittedly still am, a cluster of exaggerated punctuation, but mostly “!!!!!!!”. Although Crystal (2008) claims that young users of social media, especially in SMS, will use abbreviations such as “GTGMIW” (Got to go, mum is watching), this wasn’t necessarily the case when I was growing up with social media. Nowadays, it’s all about filtering what you put online. This screening allows you to hide your online activity, for example by disguising your wild Friday night shenanigans by deselecting your mum from viewing your Snapchat story. Or, creating a separate Instagram just for your friends’ entertainment. You can be as embarrassing as you like and you won’t have 800 followers judging you.

Goffman (1974) refers to this online social interaction as “audience segregation”. We ultimately filter aspects of our lives from certain people in order to curate and maintain a multitude of personalities depending on the context we are in. So, for me, this means presenting a sensible, family-friendly Alex on Facebook, an interesting and good-humoured Alex on Twitter, and an exciting, adventurous Alex on Instagram. Let’s take a look…

So, 2017 A-Level Results day. Here, we’ve got a definite exaggerated use of punctuation and excitable capitalisation. Not only this, I clearly thought the use of the extreme smiley emoji X2 wasn’t enough, resulting in going the extra mile with a #. What am I doing here? Looking back on this, this for sure could have been Facebook worthy. This could have bagged me a gushing army of comments from overjoyed family members bursting with pride. But why Twitter? My friends would see this. People I know, but don’t really know, would see this. Those 23 likes - those 23 people thought this was worthy of a tweet and that’s all that mattered. In this moment, I. Was. Clever.

Evidently, over the years, I desired to either be desperately funny or desperately embarrassing. You decide this one.

Would I have found any of these tweets to be bland if I weren’t to use homophones? Or exaggerated punctuation? Or hashtags? Were these attempts for me to moan about how busy my life was? Did I want sympathy or just someone to relate to?

Here’s Instagram Alex. Holidaying in the Dominican Republic, Lanzarote and Greece. Eating Wagamamas at least once a week. Being overly obsessed with a French Bulldog, attending fancy-dress parties and the occasional festival. This is what I choose to share online. Not very exciting, but a fairly accurate representation of me. You can guarantee nearly every other caption incorporates an excessive use of emoticons, sarcasm and most definitely a little too much of this “!!!!!”.

What do these linguistic features allow me to achieve?

If I asked a complete stranger to read my Twitter, browse my Facebook and scroll through my Instagram, they would probably argue that my presence across these social media platforms doesn’t really differ that greatly. You could say that for the most part, I present the most authentic version of myself online. I’m not one to shy away from no-make up selfies, or tell the world about how groggy I feel after waking up from that 3- hour nap, or in fact how much I moan about going to my 20 hours a week part-time kitchen job.

However, for some people, this is not the case. Without audience segregation there would be a context collapse. Employees would start saying “lmao” when their boss asks for a coffee. Students would use inappropriate emoticons to sign of their “sorry I can’t make it to the lecture today, I’m ill” email. Parents would text, or even worse, tag you in their FB status announcing “#DINNERISREADY” instead of actually calling you down for dinner, and we definitely don’t want to live in a world full of parents who hashtag EVERYTHING.

So, what can we learn from this?

For both professional and personal matters, it’s important to present yourself online in a way that is consistent. You don’t want people to think you have 25 different personalities. Keep this for the real-life stuff. No one likes a catfish. After all, if 70% of employers screen candidates’ social media before they consider hiring, it’s important to avoid branding yourself as a fool online. Keep those drunken night out videos OFFLINE and maybe consider deleting those 2012 “Like for a rate <3” cringey Facebook statuses. However, don’t go erasing yourself offline completely in fear that you’ll never get a decent job. After all, 47% of employers argue that having an online presence allows them to learn a bit about who they’re hiring. So, be open, but not TOO open. Be YOU. However, if “you” means writing Facebook statuses about how much you love playing Angry Birds at work, or how you’re easily persuaded to go clubbing on a Monday night, maybe it’s best you don’t share the real you online. Be mindful about the digital footprint trail you’re leaving behind.

References:

Driver, S. (2018, October, 7). Keep It Clean: Social Media Screenings Gain In Popularity. Retrieved from: https://www.businessnewsdaily.com/2377-social-media-hiring.html

Jones, R. H., & Hafner. C. A. (2012). Undersatnding Digital Literacies. London: Routledge.

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