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dreambaited · 2 years
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goodnight guys gonna log off and watch sylvee and dream play geoguesser until i fall asleep <33
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star-girlfriend · 11 months
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it gets better
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Awh Tommy this all sucks so much, I’m glad he’s comfortable enough to express himself :( I think we should collectively give him a license to kill. Not tubbo, but maybe someone else. As a treat
full reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/tommyinnit/s/LWAlUPAyaC
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bonesblubs · 5 months
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I’ll never get over that it took just one strangers small moment of kindness to change Xie Lians path. All of the suffering he went through, all of the despair, the disillusionment, all not forgotten or even forgiven, but reconciled. All because one person, not Hua Cheng, not family, not his ex friends, not his people, reached back to him when he’d been starting to lower his own hand in defeat. It’s possibly my favorite and most meaningful part of TGCF for me, because for me it stops being about these two guys who were meant for each other and were impossibly lucky enough to have found each other, and becomes a story about a person who had lost his way in his world so thoroughly that he lost himself, only to be found and put back on his feet by that same world that he mourned so terribly. His world stops being a concept of scale of numbers, black and white, good and bad, and becomes about the individual. What he can do to help individuals, the connections he can make with them. Their histories, their names, their faces. Inside each person is it’s own world. He’d been knocked off his pedestal, and the fall hurt to the point of breaking. But now that he’s risen to his feet, he’s able to look all these people in the eye, and they’re so much taller than he’d seen before.
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catastrxblues · 20 days
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EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”
my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽
#HIII HII HII how are you <3333 SO sorry for being slightly to the party but HII#i saw that you are currently recovering from surgery and i‘m wishing you all the best and =a faster recovery 💗💗 i hope you’re okay and#are feeling and getting much better every day 💗💗💗#i’m your anon swiftie and it was really nice to get to know you!! 🫶🏽 you’re super super talented and your gifs are so so STUNNING#it was such an honor to be your anon for this event and i had such a fun time making this !#i was SO excited when i saw that some of your favorite ts songs are evermore and idsb. really really sorry i didn’t have the time to make#something for both because my laptop went dead for sometime and i ended up only having the time to make this 😭#evermore the song is something i hold and cherish deeply in my heart too and it was something that has seen some of the worst of my days#and so i decided to do this song for your gift instead!#i can’t really gif much and couldn’t even try#because my laptop in which i had installed ps in went rip so i decided to make you this#(slightly messy sorryy) scrapbook of my view of the song! i tried to incorporate some of the descriptive lyrics and the objects mentioned i#the song and i hope you like it 😁!#and because i think evermore is also something that IS meant to be incredibly personal to the people that listen to it#i decided to include some photos (+added highlights on every lyric that has ever touched me which is almost everything as you can see 😭)#of some of my journal pages on which i rewrote the entire lyrics (except bon iver’s addition 😅) in ‘21 when the song meant to me the most!#i hope you're having a great dayy love 🫶🏽🫶🏽#SwiftieGiftExchange2024#taylor swift#tswiftedit#evermore#*my edits#nadine.mp3
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dumb-doll-lips · 3 months
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Maybe controversial, but on posts about being dumb where girls are like saying ‘but I’m actually smart.’ Like tbh, I don’t really believe them. Like if you’re smart why does feeling dumb feel so good or hot or whatever to you then? I kinda feel like it’s having an excuse to let go of trying as much as you would be when you’re saying your smart. If you’re like really actually smart, I don’t feel like a break from ‘being smart’ would be such a relief or like as appealing.
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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a slight continuation of this
no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.
which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.
you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?
….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.
“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.
“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.
“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.
“I told you this before, I’m always—”
“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”
“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.
“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.
“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?
“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.
“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?
“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.
Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?
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comfortless · 2 days
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If it's not too much trouble or boring to write, may I ask for more König taking care of sick reader? Thanks :)
(The anon that asked for the other sickfic and that is sick again 🥲)
König brings you breakfast. Tries, at least. There was an attempt made to ensure that the plate of hastily thrown together food and the big mug of lemon tea look nice together. Warm bread and your favorite jam, butchered on the plate with the butter running off to the other side of it entirely. He’s not a chef, and breakfast isn’t quite his forte; König much prefers you cooking in the mornings and the lazy way he can drape himself over you as you do so.
But… you’re ill and look so somber and adorable tucked into bed, wearing one of his shirts and hardly able to keep your eyes open when you’re presented with food. To think this poor little angel would have to suffer so… He momentarily sets everything aside, tells you in a quiet tone of voice that everything around the house has already been handled, so all you need to do is focus on taking care of yourself. No. Actually, he can help you with that too.
Despite any protests, you find yourself seated in his lap, one large hand gently caressing your cheek as a digit prods at your lips. There’s an expectation of compliance. He knows what’s best, or, has himself convinced that he does.
“You have to eat,” he chides, bringing the bread right up to your mouth. Apple butter for the first bite, some other sticky confection on the next. And as frustrating as it might be when all you would like to do is curl back into bed and nurse your aching head with the comfort of a cool pillow, König does not let up until every crumb on the plate has been cleared.
There’s a dollop of jam smattered across your bottom lip from being hand-fed like a disobedient pet. Then, a warm tongue grazing over it and a mouth leaving a trail of kisses up to the peak of your warm cheek. “Messy little thing,” he huffs against your temple. “And your tea..?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t try to scald your mouth feeding you that, too. His hands find your hair instead, then massage at the nape of your neck as you sip away at the bitter drink. There’s a rumble in his chest as he tries to soothe you, humming a song his Oma used to sing to him as a boy until your eyes shut and you relax against his chest in sleep.
If or… when you do try to leave the bedroom, you’re met with a horribly doting brute. He isn’t entirely sure what else he can do to console you. He isn’t one to sit about on his phone for hours on end, but his search history is assuredly a mess by now. You’re not given the chance to walk even a foot past the threshold of your shared room before you’re picked up and toted about like a bride on her wedding day with no warning.
Medicine is pressed into your mouth by his hand while you’re sat on the countertop, trying to assure your weary, giant nurse that you’re fine. He could stand to relax a bit. König is nothing short of a tense, anxious nightmare when he’s worried about something, especially something as important as you. It’s no surprise when you find yourself lying back on the couch with his face buried into your chest as you stroke at the top of his head, the overgrown buzzcut prickling the tips of your fingers. He smiles in his sleep, babbles something like a wish as his hands twitch to squeeze at your sides.
“Just… stay right here.”
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napping-sapphic · 3 months
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Really sorry guys but I’m all out of forehead kisses today😔
All I’ve got instead is mentally cradling your face and resting our foreheads together and reminding you that you are good, that you deserve love and kindness, that you’re welcome here, that i care about you and i hope you’re doing okay
Yeah sorry idk if that makes up for it….sorry for the inconvenience….
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toxicrevolver · 3 months
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Tagged by @odeblr to catify myself! Thanks for the tag!!!
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I give extreme orange cat vibes. I am very stupid, and I joke that my younger sibling has the braincell all the time. I actually wear glasses! And Halloween is my fav holiday so we had to add Halloween deco.
Tagging (no pressure): @loveable-sea-lemon @haahka @boysbeloving @we-survive-endlessly @rainknow @staticmonster999
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sashimiyas · 2 months
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something metal clatters in the background and atsumu is quick to respond despite being mid bite. osamu hears the crisp rip of the fluffy bread, desensitized to the noise of a busy night market and watching his brother instead.
despite atsumu’s gift of focus on a volleyball court, he’s always been easily distracted. his left cheek puffs out, storing the mix of savory sweet goodness for now as he inspects whatever is happening in the distance.
just by the sound alone, osamu guesses it’s a chair. not quite raucous enough to be a tilting cart, and its clanging note a little too flat to be a fallen wok.
atsumu though, has never been fond of guesses. he likes certainty, thrives in it. osamu watches as his brother straightens his back. sharp collarbones peek from his shirt as his elbows dig into the table.
and actually, that meat bun he just bought is looking better than the pile of fried (more like dried) chicken he chose. osamu quickly swipes the second bun from his brother’s tray and stuffs it all in his mouth.
yes. wayyyy better. and free at that.
food has always tasted more delicious when it’s been stolen off of atsumu’s plate.
osamu is able to swallow without reprimand though atsumu’s finally calmed down enough to begin chewing through his initial bite.
how long will it take him to notice that he’s been pilfered?
he can’t help but egg on his victim just to see.
“i thought ya refused to come out to these…” when osamu knows he has his brother’s attention again, osamu tilts his head up in a mocking motion of thought, “…what’d ya call them again?”
touristy ass grabs. that’s what atsumu said earlier today after taking his suitcase and leading him to the futon he’d be sleeping in for the week.
“shut up.” the words are spoken with a beautiful view of ground meat and pressed bread between the blonde twin’s teeth.
“ya said ya didn’t want to go because,” osamu shakes his head once more, “what was it? remind me?”
the night market doesn’t fit his macros. osamu hasn’t forgotten but it makes his brother mad if he pretends that he has. so pretend he does.
“oh shut ya trap, will ya?” atsumu finally snaps. he throws his tray with the half eaten meat bun at him, “ya sound better with that in ya mouth instead.”
atsumu snatches the container of chicken from osamu’s hand. the blonde brother glares at his all too amused visitor. he pops a piece of chicken into his mouth before he speaks.
“ya know im a fucking sucker for ya, ya scrub,” atsumu begrudgingly admits. “if ya wanna go to the night market then—“
the admission shocks osamu. he looks down at the bun that is now in his possession.
he doesn’t have to finish the words because what he means is right in front of him.
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Since all the eggs seem to have been left in lab rat kindergarten im willing to bet that they won’t be there on saturday/the first couple days back(sans pomme and richas)
which is a good reason to explain why not all the eggs are present when the islanders ‘wake up’ if the admins aren’t available to log on and/or they need all hands on deck the first couple days to play npcs or do behind the scenes work
however thinking about the in-story implications of this. which are straight up fucked. you break out of jail escaping some manner of horrible torture and think you’re safe and free but in reality your jailer always had the ability to just teleport to your “safe” room and take away your children while you slept.
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heartpascal · 10 months
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hi my beloveds. this is a heartpascal life update! and it’s a nasty one :’)
so i had to say goodbye to my dog today, which, as some of you can probably imagine, fucking sucked. me and my family r honestly devastated but i know he’s not suffering anymore and that helps (somewhat). but yeah. it’s fucking rough as hell and i am very very sad. this dog has been with me for the past 10 years of my life (which is over half of it… so a long time!) and i couldn’t have loved him any more. i’ll love him forever. and i’ll be missing him that long too.
i got no idea where i am rn so either i am going to be comfort writing at some point or am going to be on a bit of a break. i’m not sure which yet, but as soon as i know, you’ll know.
i love you all. and if you have any pets, give them some extra love for me <3
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mymelodyisme · 5 months
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Is this a repost? Yes. Do I care? Yes. Will this get 🚩? MAYBE.
*dabs violently*
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dearjeonnn · 6 months
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whenever someone’s tired or wants to quit you so often hear “don’t give up!” or “you can get through this!” or “i know you will overcome this!”
but what if i can’t? what then? what if i give up? what happens then? what if i can’t keep going? what if i can’t keep “hanging in there?” tell me, what on earth do i do then? i don’t think i can continue on like this. everything hurts too much. they always have an answer, but what can they say then? am i still worthy of care? am i still worthy of attention, of love? what if i lose this battle? what if i give up? please tell me what happens then? can i bear it? can the world bear it?
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gojoest · 6 months
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we’re having a ladies night tonight (on a tuesday yes) and we’re going to a male strip club
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