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httpiastri · 2 months
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OLLIE?!!!!!!!!!
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IM !!!!!!!! THIS IS SO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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moonlightmagical · 3 months
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see cassandra might be dead, but at least there was a nat 20 shrimp jump
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guns-in-the-valley · 2 months
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Prayers for my husband and his friend who was just diagnosed with stage three cancer.
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rustycopper4use · 3 months
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The Intern!
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He looks very polite.
also side note, everyone is like intern definitely dated Stacy, which I love HOWEVER here me out what if they dated Stacy’s mom. (Ehh get it, like the song-)
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smashing-pierre · 1 year
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h0rnsbydraws · 7 months
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I Have Been Hyper Fixating
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krabbu · 1 year
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I normally don’t make posts like this, but I’m too tired and frustrated not to. Trans Healthcare for adults has been banned in Missouri. The medical gatekeeping makes it nearly impossible to access, while patients who have autism and depression can’t have trans healthcare at all until our lifelong conditions are “resolved”. It’s fucking demented.
It’s also implemented immediately. None of my friends qualify for the new system, so they’re being cut off from their medication cold turkey. Imagine if I went off my antidepressants permanently because depression isn’t “real” anymore? Besides, the estrogen and testosterone prescribed to trans patients is used to treat numerous other illnesses. And if “surgery needs more regulation,” why go after only the countless number of breast augmentations done in a year? 
I typically don’t talk about subjects like these, but now, I feel the need to speak up as much as I can. Transgender people are often an invisible aspect of our community and this medical gatekeeping is going to hurt many people who are dear to me. 
Please reblog. I just want people to be aware and talking about what has happened in MO. More than that, I want people to be enraged, but if that’s not possible, I just want people talking about it. Please. 
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jeysbaby · 2 months
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ONE MORE FOR YOU BECAUSE TODAY I CAME FOR VIOLENCE
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ultravioletrayz · 3 months
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Thinking about breaking up with my boyfriend :(
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racecarcat · 1 month
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I have 50 something pulls and I need to know what I should do with them. I would love to know what you guys think!
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basicpresleygirl · 10 months
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A hour and 45 min until I get to see this vision on the big screen.
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Struggling to make a decision
Should I first finish the Bob x Reader update to “Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch” that I’m just struggling with right now. It’s not turning out how I want to.
Or should I write that cute little Bob x reader one shot based on that one song I’ve heard. It’s not really meet cute but it’s just…
I wanna write but I never want to seem to finish WIPs but if I don’t get some writing out soon, I’m gonna go insane. Like ahhhhhhhhh
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itsrheasgirl · 10 months
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PREQUEL - I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
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Prequel for An Unexpected Guest from The Forbidden Love Series.
A few weeks had past since returning home from wrestlemania and Rhea found herself missing you more than expected. Struggling to keep it together she seeks advice from the one person who knows what she’s dealing with.
rhea x damian.
mentions of reader.
@elsholic @riverscyberwife @you-got-me-star-lost-16 @innagnv @bittersweetastoria @chillinbri @call-me-a-simp @sithfar @rooskaya-yelena @half-of-a-gay @teenagedramaqueenlisa @hit-the-dirt-and-get-back-on @bl0w-m3 @l0v3e1i
Damian didn’t take his gaze off Rhea once as she walked away from their interview and back in the direction of the women’s locker room, she’d been all up in her head over the last few weeks and he’d definitely noticed. Waiting until she was out of ear shot the muscular male turned towards his fellow stablemates with a quizzical brow and a motion of his head.
“You guys go, I’m gonna go talk to her.”
The expression on Dominik’s face clearly stated he wanted to be the one to check in on Rhea, but it had to be Damian. He was the only one who knew what she was going through after all.
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Rhea sat fiddling with the balled up tape she’d pulled off her wrist as a soft tap against the door called her attention, her brow furrowing slightly at the sound. It wasn’t often the girls would knock before walking into the dressing room.
“It’s open.”
Rhea called out, not moving from her spot on the bench as she continued to play with the small ball of tape.
“You decent?”
She’d recognize that deep voice anywhere. Expelling a deep breath, Rhea tossed the small ball into the garbage before pushing off the bench with a soft groan. She knew why Damian was here, he’d been watching her every move like a hawk since they’d got back from LA and the time had come that they needed to talk.
“Yeah, you’re good.”
She called back towards the door as she crossed the room towards her locker. If she could keep her face out of Damian’s view, maybe she could play off as if she was fine.
Rhea hadn’t notice Damian enter the locker room, nor did she realize he was already at her side until his broad palm rested down against her shoulder. His callus thumb tracing against the top of her arm as she did her best to hide beneath her fallen locks.
“You doing okay?”
A small scoff parted Rhea’s lips as she rummaged around in her bag, searching for nothing in particular in attempts to keep herself distracted.
“Yeah.. I— I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”
Damian knew why. Leaving you behind in LA had been hard for Rhea, she’d finally got a chance to be with you and all she could think was that she’d blew it. That she should have told you there and then before you walked out of her room that night that she felt things for you that wasn’t just friendship.
Gently booping his balled fist against Rhea’s chin, Damian waited for her to look up at him. The large male towered over her and would frighten any normal person, but Damian was like family to her and he couldn’t look menacing to her if he tried.
It took a few moments for Rhea to finally look up, her crystal hues finding Damian’s gaze as he continued to wait patiently for her. She didn’t know what to say, he obviously knew what was bothering her and yet didn’t want to be the one to mention you first.
“I’m fine, Damian. Can we not do this now.”
Damian exhaled as he turned his back to the lockers, leaning against them as his muscular forearms crossed over his chest.
“Why don’t you call her?”
Rhea’s features shift as he spoke, he didn’t have to use your name and yet she knew exactly who he was talking about. Sure she’d thought about calling you, even if it was just to hear your voice but she couldn’t.
What if you didn’t want to talk. She couldn’t bring herself to face the idea, so had chosen to face the upset being away from you caused instead.
“—I can’t.”
Was all Rhea could muster as her gaze lowered once more to the contents of her bag, her fingertips slowly rummaging for nothing.
Damian let out a shallow exhale, parting his thick lips as he watched Rhea’s actions. She was nervous and he could tell, she was never this shut down about anything.
Rhea’s fingertips found the edge of her cell phone, pulling it into her grasp as her thumb ran over the black screen.
“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?”
Rhea paused.
“What if it was all a mistake? I’ve thought about Y/N everyday since the day we met. And then LA happened.”
Keeping her palm locked around her phone— her hands still hidden within her bag, Rhea turned her gaze up towards Damian as she nervously chewed the inside of her cheek.
“What if she regrets it? What if she feels like it’s ruined our friendship and she doesn’t want to see me again.”
Damian could see the pain that was filling Rhea’s face, her cheeks claiming the soft shade of crimson as her waterline began to swell with liquid. He’d never seen her cry, she was too tough for that and yet here she was flooded with so much emotion.
“Are you stupid?”
He didn’t want to be mean— in fact he wanted the opposite, hoping that he’d be able to flip Rhea’s pain to joy.
“I have seen the way she looks at you. It’s the same way you look at her. It’s the same way you’ve looked at each other for the last two years. She doesn’t regret a thing and you know it. So stop acting like a child and act like the big strong woman I know you are.”
Rhea couldn’t help the small chortle that parted her lips as she balled up her free palm and tapped it down against Damian’s chest, her nose crinkling as she spun round on her heels to lean back against the lockers beside him.
“I’m afraid of getting close to her.”
Rhea inhaled a long breath as she rubbed her palms over her face, pushing her black locks back and tucking the strands behind her ears.
“Because you’re afraid of getting hurt?”
Damian questioned, his posture relaxing as he craned his neck to look over at her with an unsure gaze.
“Because I’m afraid of hurting her. She’s—”
Rhea huffs, picking at the edge of the tap that still remained wrapped around one wrist.
“She’s incredible. She’s the most thoughtful and kind hearted person I’ve ever met. She makes me so fucking happy, Damian. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. But what if I ruin her? What if I do something that destroys us both? I can’t face that.”
The words burnt in Rhea’s throat as she spoke them. What if she did make a mistake, what if it was best that you both put LA behind you and move on.
“You won’t know if you don’t try. If you’re too afraid to see how she feels and you let that feeling win, you won’t be happy. Keeping silent and not even trying isn’t the way to go about this. She wants to see you, trust me.”
She didn’t believe he was right— a constant nagging that she’d had her shot and blew it pounding in her head, but she didn’t want to let that on to her best friend.
“I don’t know what to do, D.”
Damian shifted to lean his side against the locker, keeping his gaze fixated on Rhea’s facial expressions. He’s spent a lot of time with her since they became The Judgement Day and he’d not seen her so open about her feelings— about her fears.
This wasn’t Damian talking to Rhea. This was Damian talking to Demi. Pure emotion and heart felt feelings.
“Do you love her?”
Damian knew he needed to convince Rhea that she cared for you more than she was letting on, that your connection meant more to her than the fear did and that you needed to be together.
“I— I don’t know, I care about her. And when I think about having her in my life, possibly permanently—”
Rhea trails off, leaning her head back against the locker, she pulls her palms through her hair once more before spinning on her heels to face Damian head on.
“Damian she’s all I think about, every second of every day. I can’t get her out of my head and that..”
Rhea sighs.
“That should mean I love her. Right?”
Damian wasn’t sure what to say to her. To him, it was love. He knew Rhea loved you but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it, she wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to be the reason for pushing her into it too fast.
Inhaling a shallow breath he dropped his gaze down to Rhea’s and spoke in the warmest tone he could.
“I can’t answer that for you, Bennett. When it comes to love. You just know.”
Forcing a smile upon her lips, Rhea tried her best to keep her words monotone. She didn’t want to come off as ungrateful for Damian trying to help.
“I’ll call her.”
She was lying and Damian knew it but neither of them showed it as he pushed off the lockers, a small smile claiming his lips as he placed both his palms down onto Rhea’s shoulders.
“Sure you will kiddo.”
Giving her shoulders a soft squeeze before patting them gently, Damian spread a warmer smile across his lips.
“Sure you will.”
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spotty-is-slumberous · 3 months
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My therapy office just charged me 80 dollars for a late cancellation fee that I didn’t catch from last month, from when I was still super sick and from where they revamped their terms of conditions about cancellations. This is the first time this has ever happened, yet my mom is livid (she yelled at me for 20 straight minutes) and demanding I do something about it.
I don’t know what else to do other than ask if anyone would like a commission, they’re still open! Always open unless said otherwise… Any amount helps, really
I really can’t afford to not continue therapy. I don’t know what I’d do without that space, and without my therapist’s guidance…
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SHE CALLED ME PRETTY SHE CALLED ME PRETTY IM SKDNDBDHDJJF
“Pretty, handsome. Whichever you prefer. If someone’s good looking I’m gonna say it”
IM SO GAY I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE IS RHIS JUST FRIEND STUFF IM SKDNDNDBAJNDNFNSJDNDNDNDJDMDNDNND
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I’m just a Rúben Dias and Mason Mount girl in a Manchester Derby world
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