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pluto-supremacy · 9 months

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Can I add to the Hobie dating an autistic person ideas based on my experiences? I'm autistic, my girlfriend isn't but neither of us would be shocked if she was.

Hobie understands that he has to be ultra specific when asking or explaining something to you. He can't be vague about it and say something will take a while, he knows you prefer a specific time.

He finds your stimming cute as fuck, but he's learned quickly to step out the way when you do stim lest he wants to be in the line of fire and accidentally get hit.

Same applies with hands. You gesture a lot with your hands and it gets more animated and crazy when you're excited and you wave then about. The cutest shit ever, not so much when you're eating or prepping food and you have a knife in your hand. A gentle reminder that its okay to stim, but maybe not with a knife or something stabby or fragile in your hand is all that's needed.

Yes, you and Hobie are on the same page 99 percent of the time, but occasionally there'll be miscommunication and what he says and means will be different to what you thought it meant. This is based on me and my girlfriend a few weeks ago. I suggested we "chill out" in her room, hoping she gets the hint. We go to her room and literally chill out whilst watching Bluey. Many laughs and kisses after, it was adorable

Hobie Brown Drabble: cooking rambles with a gn!autistic!reader

➼ I absolutely love these additions to the headcanons! I also talk a lot with my hands and at work and when I’m cooking that includes gesturing with very sharp knives, so- yeah I’m forcing that on our beloved gn!reader. Enjoy this little Drabble based on some of your lovely additions!

➼ I swear I did try my best on the accent-

➼ Sorry that this took a bit longer than I promised! Work has been kicking my ass

➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron

➼ No warnings! Just fluff here

GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner

You treasured nights like these, nights when Hobie wasn’t needed back at Spider HQ. Or just decided not to go. Either way, you enjoyed just being able to lounge around in your shared flat together, bitch about coworkers, turn on a cheesy movie, or your favorite: cook together. Nothing beat a homemade meal in Hobie’s opinion, he just…wasn’t the best at cooking. Wasn’t terrible either, more middle of the road, so he usually stuck to stirring and prepping the vegetables.

Tonight’s menu was grilled cheeses and tomato soup, some nice comfort food. Hobie was buttering up the pan for the sandwiches while you were chopping up some onions, going on about your day. “So then I’m at the counter just trying to ring up her order. Something complicated because of course she just couldn’t have the drinks how they come, each has at least three modifications” you rambled on. You always talked with your hands, gesturing wildly that you sometimes hit people. This was no different.

Apart from the fact that this time you had a knife in your hands.

“Like she wanted no whip on this one, double whip on that one, sprinkles on the other other one” you listed off, tapping the tip of the blade against your fingers without a second thought. Hobie was of course listening, but he had his back turned. At least it was until his Spidey-sense went off. But what could be causing danger-?

Cue you still gesturing with the knife, none the wiser that Hobie, who was once by the stove, had webbed up onto the ceiling and was standing there like a bat. Your eyes had been trained down as you went on. “I was losing my mind! I wanted to scream!” You raised your hands in frustration, and when you lowered them, the knife was gone and in its place? A wooden spoon. “What-?”

“Sorry luv, but I can’t ‘ave you swingin’ that ‘round. Can’t ‘ford a trip to the hospi’al” Hobie said, still hanging upside down on the ceiling but now with your stolen knife in hand. “I fancy ya a bi’ too much to let you ‘urt yourself.”

You could only laugh, setting the spoon down as Hobie finally jumped off of the ceiling, spinning around to land on his feet. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it” you replied, holding your hand out to get the knife back. He shot you a mock skeptical look before handing it back over, now sitting on the counter. “‘S alright swee’heart. Now watch where you’re cu’ing. I wan’ you ta keep all your fingers” he hummed out lowly, watching you get back to work. He always loved watching you talk with your hands and when you would stim, sometimes he just needed to step in to keep everyone safe. Anything for his luv.

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lam-ila · 2 years

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Understand || Steve Rogers

i used the prompt “you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper 'i love you’ before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't change anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms” from this prompt list. changed it a little but that’s okay

Summary: You and Steve got in a fight while making dinner

Word count: 995

Warnings: an argument, Steve’s kind of an ass

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

thank you @2manytabsopen for talking with me about this fic. kesh is amazing and this fic would not exist if it wasn’t for her

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Dating an Avenger was difficult, but dating an Avenger who’s name was Steven Grant Rogers was way more difficult than dating any other Avenger. You loved Steve for many reasons, he was headstrong, determined, and he stood up for the things he believed to be true- even if standing up for it was illegal.

Since the beginning of your relationship with Steve, you both agreed that you would be open about whatever was on your minds, but after the fight with Ultron, Steve began to shut you out. You gave Steve some space for a few days after he came back from Sokovia since he normally was more distant after a big fight, but he continued to be distant. He was barely home, only staying to quietly eat and sleep. You did whatever you could do make him relax, mostly by cooking whatever he was in the mood for.

You kept this up for about a year, cooking, cleaning, and hardly talking to your boyfriend. After Rumlow blew himself up and Wanda deflected the blow into a nearby building, everything started to spiral out of control. The UN was preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords- which Steve was not wanting to sign-, the Avengers split up, Peggy passed away, all while Steve was trying to bring his best friend back from being brainwashed.

Steve was surprisingly home and spending time with you, cleaning up and washing the dishes while you cooked dinner. You were making grilled salmon, something you had made plenty of times before. There were no words being spoking between you two, the only exception being “excuse me” and “here you go”. Usually, cooking with Steve was fun and relaxing, but you had a million thoughts going through your head at once. You were worried about Steve, and your relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but your relationship was deteriorating right before your eyes.

“You’re doing that wrong.” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a questioning look. “You need to add at least double the amount of pepper.” Glancing down to the bowl that held your spice mix, you re-assessed how much pepper you put in.

“No, I put in the right amount.” You corrected. “Don’t worry, I’ve made this dish thousands of times, I know how many spices to put in.”

“But that’s not the right-” Steve scoffed, cutting himself off. “Fine, I guess we’ll have bland salmon.”

“I put in one and a half teaspoons and that’s what the recipe says. If you want, you can check the recipe.” You reasoned. You studied his faces worriedly as he angrily glared at the spice mix. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He harshly answered. “Why would something be wrong?” You hesitantly walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve just been,” you paused, carefully thinking of the proper word to use. “distant.”

“Distant?” He pulled out of your comforting touch. “Of course I’ve been distant. My life is literally shattering before me.”

“Steve-”

“People are expecting me to do what’s right, but I don’t think signing the Accords is ‘what’s right’. I’m expected to be this perfect man, this perfect hero, but I’m not. I’m held up to unrealistic expectations and it’s taking a toll on me.”

“How can you say that?” You retorted, disbelief completely present in your voice.

“What?”

“How can you say that,” you repeated. “while you expect me to be the perfect partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to cook, and clean, and comfort you, and say the right things at the right time.” You listed. “I know it’s cliché, but I need you to realize that no one is perfect. You don’t need to hold yourself and those around you to such high expectations.”

“But I need to be perfect. So does Tony, and Nat, and Sam, and everyone else. We’ve had to be perfect since the day we became the heros.”

“No.” you sighed. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand.” You pleaded.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Steve persisted.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not an Avenger or an ex-S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, you’re just some random civilian in the city!” Steve shouted, making you flinch. Not once had he yelled at you in the past. You saw no regret in his eyes, not even the realization of ‘oh my goodness, I just yelled at my partner for the first time’.

You hurried over to your shared room, too hurt to continue the argument or dinner at that point. You quickly shut and locked the door behind you, making sure Steve couldn’t follow you in. As Steve made his way to the door, you collapsed onto your bed, face planting into a pillow and beginning to cry.

Steve raised his fist, about to knock on the door, until he heard your sobs. He hurt you and that hurt him more than any injury he ever got from a mission.

He gave you the space you deserved and you unlocked the door after an hour and nine minutes of being in your room. About ten minutes later, he entered the room and noticed your seemingly asleep body.

Steve quietly got ready for bed, still not forgiving himself for what he did. He sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face before lifting the covers and lying on his side. He faced you, but you faced away from him with your eyes open, pondering what he’d do next. He gently rested his arm on your body, taking a deep shaky breath before saying the three words he never went to sleep without saying to you.

“I love you.” He paused. “Please don’t forget that.”

You turned around, snuggled into his chest, and wrapped your arm around him. Steve tightened the embrace, kissing you gently on your lips.

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glittergutts · 2 years

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Today I'm going on a hike with my sister. It'll be good to kill a few hours, get some exercise, and some fresh air. I'm not bringing lunch just some snacks we don't have to stop to eat. I really want to make a nice big pot of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches sounds really good so maybe I'll make that for dinner.

I had a shiity day yesterday that hasn't completely worn off. I considered taking Chris ' keys to get my pills while he's asleep but I can't do something behind his back and it's saving my ass right now if nothing else. He deserves much better than how I feel like acting sometimes it sucks. But I'm going to keep doing the right thing.

He's supposed to get paid today and hopefully will get a commission check for selling cars. I really hope it comes through today. There's some stuff I need or want to buy. Mostly for camping which is happening in 8 days. Yayy. The best would be if the rest of tax return showed up, we could really use that. All of us need some new clothes and normally it's just too expensive to think about.

I lost another 5 pounds and I'm down to 120. Still chubby for being 4 foot 9 but I'm feeling slightly better about myself. I don't mind being a little chubby. I look better softer than I did bone skinny. And man people were so mean when I was skinny at least I only have to deal with my mom saying I'm fat now and I don't care what she thinks about my body. I'm cozy so who cares.

I need to start getting ready for camping. We leave in 8 days. It's a little too early to pack clothes or get groceries for the trip but I think today I'm going to tackle laundry in preparation so I have all the clothes I want when we go. I got some compression bags for my stuff but they're really small and I can only fit 1 outfit in the biggest one. The tiny one has my compass, zippo lighter, and 3 knives. I should have gotten bigger ones but I found uses for them already so I guess it doesn't matter.

I've got some snacks to prep. I found a recipe for chocolate coconut energy bites and I got everything to make it. I'm also going to make trail mix for the kids and chia pudding for my husband. I need his help compiling a grocery list.

Hopefully today is better than yesterday in lots of ways. At least I've got something to do for a few hours before my meeting that's not just school with the kids. I'm getting so burnt out on homeschooling I could cry.

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Hewwo! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Fem Athlete reader? I use to be a wrestler and when I watch bnha and see their workouts/training, it brings me back to the good times where i use to slam ppl into the floor lol (im soft i swear-). Maybe reader goes to a boot camp and doesn't see bakugo for awhile and they come back hella buffed up and can even lift Bakugou with ease, maybe they're a weightlifter?? Idk but i wanna see bakugo shook at his strong gf lol

I hope you like this my dear.

You were what most people called a behemoth.

A thick woman with muscle on an athletic build instead of thick hips. Your shoulders were broad, strong and could carry the weight of the world.

And often times it did.

It used to bother you that you were not as femme as other girls. As cutesy and petite until one day you came to the realization that you'd never look like the women on the front of magazines.

And that was a o fucking kay. And everyday since then you fought with yourself and your self image.

Because bitch you were a queen.

And being a confident cut throat queen added to your muscular stature had most *boys* avoiding you like the plague.

But that was fine because you were looking for a M! A! N!

Although you didn't know you'd find him so soon and in such an odd package.

It took one deadly smirk aimed at you for you to fall head over heels.

And it took one knockout punch for him.

Depsite the mutual feelings the two of you only ever interact or text to spar. You too worried that you're reading into his excitement too much. Thoroughly convinced he only sees you as a bro he can actually go all out with.

While he is too fucking oblivious to even realize he had feelings for you. Paying you compliments and even bragging on you in class with simple songs of praises such as "Tch. Y/LN would break your puney fucking arm in a wrestling match Kirishima!"

The doting ash blonde would eye you then, smiling proudly daring anyone to test your strength.

And double daring anyone to comment on that powerfully beautiful body of yours.

If he heard a single off colored comment or joke about you, whether you were there to defend yourself or not he would step in. Hands popping with unkempt rage as a shit eating grin erupted on his kissable lips.

The thought of him defending your honor had your cheeks burning with blush as you waltz through the thick doors of the gym, exactly where Kirishima said you could find him. Silently thankful that he is wearing headphones with music loud enough that he does not hear the door shut as you spy his damp, sculpted back pull his body upward as he counts with barely a grunt.

Well into the upper thousands as your heart flutters, body heating to the point that your kneecaps melt. Struggling to stand you turn on your heel, losing the nerve to tell him goodbye although you will only be gone for a short month. Still you wonder if you should send a text, thumbs hovering over the lit keyboard debating if he would even want to read a stupid message from a lousy extra like you.

And it wasn't like you'd get a reply while you were gone and even if you did where you were going your phone would be no better than a glorified iPod touch with the lack of signal out in bumfuck nowhereville.

You decide against it sliding your phone into your leggings pocket as you tighten the straps on your book bag setting out for what will hopefully push you in the right direction.

Camp is hard as you knew it would be. You were training with the best strength oriented quirk pro heros in the game! Sending you through grueling obstacle courses with semi truck tires and endless pits of sand and mud.

Not to mention you were pushed to the point of puking more often than not. Still you somehow made friends in between the exhausting training and gnarly cafeteria food. Laughing, helping one another and even exchanging numbers with promises to text when a mythical bar of service was found.

Cool water drips form your hair as you plop down on the bottom bunk with a sigh, your bed mate pokes her head out to look down at you. Meanwhile you stare at the last text your friend Mina had sent you for the umpteenth time this week. A photo of you and Bakugo sharing a rare laugh during training both of your cheeks flushed and hair clinging to sweating foreheads over a joke long forgotten. But the feeling would never fade.

You damn her silently for being so sneaky and sneaky enough to catch both you AND Bakugo off guard.

"You've been sighing like you're s/o is away at war!" She chides, "So who are you staring at?"

This gains the attention of the other two girls in the bunks across the way, eyes gleaming at the thought of sharing crushes. Heat flushes your skin bright pink as you attempt to lock your phone but swift hands above snatch it from your normally steely grip.

"Oh." Is all she says as she looks closely at the photo, Bakugo shirtless with, dripping with sweat and wearing his best smile as you're three quarters to the camera cheesing hard as hell.

"Well shit I'd be sighing too. Your man is hot as hell! Does he train with you?"

"A..ah he's um not.." Fear grips your windpipe as you try not to sound creepy as fuck for looking at a picture of what is only your classmate. You clear your throat, "We're just sparring partners."

"What?!" She zooms in on his face before showing it to the other girls and yourself as best she can out of your reach, "My sparring partner never smiles. Make him your man!"

"I'm not his type, Kimi!" You rush out, embarrassment having you cover your face. Shit you'd never be his type.

You couldn't imagine anything more than a petite fiery or even just plain shy girl who wore dresses and heels. A woman with all the right curves that would dangle from his arm as he showed her off. Not some brute who could practically snap any man in half.

Your heart sinks into your gut, tears threatening to spill.

"Then what's his type?" She asks dryly above you. Mind racing as you think of how Bakugo looks at the opposite sex, hell even the same sex in your class and you come up with the same face each time. He wears his ever agitated snarl and that's if he even glances their way. Scarlet eyes narrowed into slits save when the look at you. They are narrowed only from the effects of his upturned lips.

"I reckon he ain't got a type then?" She says staring down at you from over her mattress. You avoid eye contact as you speak.

"I...I just can't see him with me. I'm all bulky and burly like." You flex your banded arms for emphasis before pointing at your bunk mate above, "While you're more toned and that of a fitness magazine model."

"So what? So fucking what! Haven't you seen me oogling you all week? Or the other women who would kill to have your gains! We see it sis, we see it and stan it. You carry muscle where most women DREAM to!" She jumps from the top bunk lifting your shirt up to your sports bra," Abs bitch, you've got washboard abs! Meanwhile my stomach can barely become flat. And your back! Ugh don't get me started how you're stronger than super girl with that toned back and beautifully rounded ass. Why are you selling yourself short?"

Your lack of answer is met with a harsh slap on your stomach before the timed lights in the cabin die out.

"The first thing I want you to text me about is how you asked that hottie blonde out." She threatens before jumping to the top bunk like an agile cat.

The month ends with tight hugs and a long ride home. You welcome the scenery of the winding roads and mountains as the train speeds past, muscles screaming from the month before.

And stomach growling wanting nothing more than a home cooked meal. If you did the math right on the chore wheel. You'd be coming back to Katsuki's cooking. You slip in and out of conciousness dreaming of spicy grilled chicken.

A surprise waits for you as you get off at your stop for the train. The platform crowded with familar bodies of class 3A

as you dismount from the steps.

"WELCOME HOME Y/N!" They shout in unison as Mina and Urarka rush in for a hug. You pull away laughing before your eyes scan for a blonde and when they come up empty your stomach twists for a moment. Mina pulls your thoughts away as slips her pink arms through yours guiding you towards the exit of the train station. She fills you in on the things you'd missed that fun summer month.

Swimming, fireworks, watermelon.

All activities that they planned to do again of course, espeically now that you were back. Not to mention her now boyfriend, Kirishima who, always the gentleman, took your bags to carry on your soon to be journey down six blocks back to UA, to home.

Still you wish Bakugo would have come to greet you too, you pull out your phone for a moment. Ready to text Kimi how you were gonna be forever alone, instead you lock your phone angrily shoving it into your bag.

With each step closer towards the dorms your body becomes heavier, weighted down with your mood drop that you brush off as "I'm just tired Mina-chan" endlessly until you reach the dorms.

The class floods into the their third year dorms as the smell of food wafts over your senses, causing mixed feelings to fist fight in your stomach.

"I'm just gonna get some sparring in before dinner." You smile at Mina, as you head out clad in your ever present athleisure wear, short black shorts and a tanktop.

The outdoor punching bag takes the brunt of your anger, of your disappointment and mostly your own self loathing over being upset over your training buddy not coming to greet you.

Still it stings to know he didn't even bother to show up. Hell he didn't even greet you at the damn door to the dorms!

Arching your fist you slam it into the bag that bursts open as the chain snaps, soaring into the treeline behind the dorms. You huff, back turned before your stomach growls, begging to be fed.

You collect yourself as you hear the sliding door to the living room open.

"Oi! Y/N!" His voice comes out biting as he approaches. You look to the source damning your heart for fluttering at just the sight of him. You notice his skull shirt seems a bit tighter than when you last saw him, muscled arms flexing as he keeps his calloused hands in his pockets. Harsh eyes look you up and down. Roving over your body making you feel naked beneath their intensity as he silently assess your thick frame. Scarlet lingering on exposed soft thighs that he may or may not imagine himself between sometimes. It took the entire month of his "sparring" partner gone to realize she may have been more than just that.

He fights the blush on his cheeks before a devilish grin overtakes his normal snarl.

"Atta girl, coming back stronger than ever. Bet you kicked some ass at camp huh?" His praises has your heart soaring as your body moves on it's own. Anger melting into warmth as you scoop up the muscled man into a bone crushing hug, giggling as you swing him in a circle. That is before you realize your giddy action could make him seem weak, something Bakugo loathes. You set him down with several rushed "Sorry"s before he grips your wrist tightly. Eyes boring into yours as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

"No I should be the one who's sorry." He growls.

"For what?" He answers as he pulls you closer to him until your lips crash into his. Hands roving up your toned arms before strong fingers pull at the hair at the nape of your neck deepening the kiss while you turn into putty in popping hands. After a few moments he breaks free, looking over your stunning features.

"For not fucking doing that sooner. For not fucking realizing that I admire more than just your strength." He looks away slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you back to the dorms, "Come on! I didn't make my girl's favorite just so it could get cold damn it!"

He drags you into the house as you watch after him before you snap a photo sending it to Kimi with a caption underneath.

"He beat me to the punch."

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tamiddyinyourcity · 4 years

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10:47am.

PROCRASTINATION. DRAMA. MURDER?????

Sunday, April 12th of 2020.

All I had to do was:

Wake up

Cook eggs with bell peppers in em

Grill steak

Maybe make some sandwiches

What I've done instead:

Watched Nikocado Avocado cry on the internet and jiggle his belly fat while eating french toast covered in hot cheeto dust powder or dipping 12 burgers into mac and cheese (even writing the first three words of this stomach gave me organ failure, i shit you not)

Proceeded to have organ failure

Or maybe its stress fueled IBS due to me researching (very lazily) how to can granny apples when in reality i should be frying steak meat and resting

Stressing about how to cook steak since i havent cooked an actual meal with steak in it since.......... idek

Having interviews with myself in my head whenever I zone out

Thought about that dream where Jada Pinkett Smith had sex with me for the sake of some sort of rich people cult that needed to thrive.... and i... i dont know the full context, but it was.... Midsommar-like. (nice, btw, and odd as hell)

Thought and panicked about how my mom full on was coughing into the fridge without covering her mouth and how absolutely disgusted and annoyed I am with her for it

Buying a brita filter water bottle specifically to avoid touching the big ass filtering pitcher we have that she just coughed all over

And some horny thoughts

So, I've been..... doing well at my own pace, even if not achieving my goals, but things take time you know?

And Rowan read my blog, decided to tell me how he felt.

(If you're reading this, hey man. Drink some water for me, its healthy and you probably do need it. You sleep well? Or enough? Just go at whatever pace works for you, my dude.)

[Also, dont read whatever I write next if you think it may or may not be uncomfortable.]

He didn't exactly tell me much I didn't know.

But, still nice that he preferred to tell me instead of not telling me.

Overall:

He's still single and so am I.

He likes me a lot.

Is unsure of why he doesn't do much romantically. (Well, I'd say that a pandemic and living several continents away doesnt leave much room for a girl to get flowers does it? 😂)

And he just kinda said he has low hopes of meeting someone else, or his "dream girl" i guess, and doesn't plan on trading me out for someone else, anytime soon.

Did any of that clear things up for me?

Not at all, really. It just kinda had a "was it not clear i already knew that from the several blog posts i had made" feeling in my mind.

Since yknow, if a girl writes to herself, "I think this guy mainly only likes me as a friend and has a sexual interest, but doesnt plan on expressing much interest further, therefore, i should enjoy being single....."

A man usually does not need to tell her how much he adores her in his life as a friend and doesnt want to lose her, and is unsure romantically (or in more blunt terms, yes, hes single and still looking for more,) but, wants me around.

The hint was already taken, really....

A man who's not made it clear if he has genuine romantic interest or not + still most likely would do what he's doing to you, with others + still wanting you around = oh look, im just as single as them.

In the great words of future... "She belongs to the streets".

(I'm only posting this gif, since when I looked up a possible gif for Future, I thought "oh damn, this girl has a fat ass...)

This image seems fitting.

Anyway.... doesn't mean I'm ending the friendship, he's still a great dude to talk to. I just gotta probably make more time for myself, and maybe relax a bit on the texting.

I've also been listening to a fuckton of her music. It's good "retro bad bitch" music.

Kinda helped take the edge off of breakups in general. Just the vibe of, "Why stress yourself out? You're pretty and smart, you can date whoever you want. Just relax", plus Trina's voice has that special level of attitude and overall blunt anger that is helping me cool off for now.

I really like it.

The release of anger and gain of confidence feels so great, you know? Its so nice. :)

11:15am. Gonna reflect on stuff that makes me angry.

Like that bitch on the Lyf App that tried to call me an asshole for being nervous over if Adrian went to an orgy, back when me and him were seeing eachother. (Not romantically, but still, i didnt need to get crabs all because he wanted to rawdog HotMilfQueen827 with 50 other guys.)

And how she said I was abusive for telling Scotty, a man who was literally so abusive that i got fucked up hearing after he struck me, that oh yes, no girl will ever want to have sex with you again, if you go out of her way to inflict uneccesary pain on her or ignore her consent during sex.

Some people have no brain cells whatsoever.

Might download the app again someday, just to curse her bitch ass out someday. But so far, im still alive and scotty is still a slut with dangerous acts inflicted on women that needs to be affirmed of his actions. I'll finish that video later on today. Peace out.

#SoundCloud

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 2 years

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[Zzzz... Zzzz... Zzzzz... Zz- Awaken in a cold sweat. WHY IS THERE A SPACESUIT ON YOU?!]

Mike: Heya~!

mafia soldier, barely able to speak let alone scream: GET OFF OF MY CHEST THIS INSTANT!

Mike: [He gets himself off of Mafia Soldier.] Gosh, I didn't know he was a grumpy fella, now, did I?

Blood: Don't look at me, look at Canis. He's the one who got us our new home.

Canis: pah. can't blame someone else for your own actions, mate, come now.

Kolga, groggy: Could you four morons let me fucking sleep for once? Thr-

Mike: We get it! Three days you couldn't sleep because we're being too funny!

Kolga: Too funny?

Blood: ...

Kolga: TOO FUCKING FUNNY?

Canis: [Canis hides behind Blood.]

Kolga: WOULD YOU LIKE TO REPEAT THAT TO MY FACE, YOU GANGLY FUCK?

Mike: I'd rather you take some chill pills.

mafia soldier, a bit groggy as well: The nerve on both of you, fuck me. Couldn't just leave your body to yourself, [Feel your che... why is there popcorn in your chest???] so you decide to BREAK ALL OF MY RIBS BY JUMPING ON ME WHILE I'M ASLEEP?!

Mike: Probably. [soft giggle]

Kolga: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, MIKE?

Blood: [He facepalms.] ...I swear to God.

Canis: swear to them. euch.

Blood: Kolga, Soldier. Mike. It's time we calmed down now.

Kolga: Oh, now YOU'RE telling us what to do now, huh, Venomfingers?

Mike: [He gets right up in Blood's grill.] It's not like YOU did anything to fight for your survival, Blood!

mafia soldier: [Quietly coughing up blood and bone fragments in the corner. Ow. Ouch. Augh. The pain.]

Blood: [He leans into Mike, causing him to stumble backward a bit.] Say. That. Again.

Mike: I... I-t's... I-i... It's n... not... [whimper.]

Blood: [He looks toward Kolga.] Go the fuck to sleep.

Kolga: ...sorry. [He gets back into bed.]

Mike: ...am I in trouble, Captain?

Blood: [He grapples Mike by the collar of his spacesuit.] You bet your orange ass you are. I've had about enough of you varmints screaming at eachother today, and you even had the gall to scream at Bonecrusher. Therefore I've but one thought running through my helm right now.

Mike: A-and that is?

Blood: Lower your voice and dullen your atttiude, or I'll rip and tear you limb from useless limb, just like I did to countless crewmates in the past.

Canis, tending to Soldier: there there, solly. you'll be fine.

Mike: I-uhm... I think we got off on the wrong foot here, don't'cha think, Bloody-poo?

Blood: . . .

Mike: Okgoingtobednowg'nightohgodohfuck- [He disappears into the ventilation system.]

Canis: dude can't let people sleep when he's around, huh? uhm... not to sour your mood anymore, blood.

Blood: I don't need this shit as well as me thinking about the Skeld on my conscience, alright? I've had a rough day already. Good night and good riddance. [He heads through a vent, into the replica Skeld ventroom.]

mafia soldier: [Coughing a bit more.] Talk about a rude awakening... ow.

Canis: you need any medical assistance? or are you gonna, say, eat a magical sandwich and regenerate lost body material?

mafia soldier: You joke, but I actually had a Russian friend who used to do that all the time. Augh. I've even got one of my own. [Take a Sandvich out of a jacket pocket.]

Canis: sick. well, i've half a mind to go to bed right around now. goodnight, solly.

mafia soldier: G'night, Canis. [Chomp into the Sandvich, and understand why they made Heavy strong. Lay down on the floor and go back to sleep. Hope to God that Mike doesn't sit on you again.]

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