#im constantly washing my car

[spherekuriboh]

illumination would make a fucking great movie out of blowing up farewell my turnabout into a full runtime because:

- most illumination films have a higher bodycount than the average aa game

- literally everything about celeste and juan and adrian and matt, individually and as relationship units. people love touting these movies as not genuine but the adrian accomplice reveal would be so Good

- the soundtrack would fuck

- the Established Family Unit of nick maya and pearl disrupted violently by the plot. gjdhhshs illumination movies are pretty good at that kind of uncanny loneliness of being various degrees of alienated from your family for any reason and throwing this switch would be effective and terrible

- shelly de killer extra scenes that are just aai2 ice cream man

- nick kicking down those doors wouldnt be a joke actually. there's always marvel quips in these joke posts. they're fun movies but even when they're funny they arent so un-genuine.

- "what kind of jokes are--" matt pulls out his fucking burbon and when nick looks desperately at the guard the guy ducks, obviously having either given it to him or knowing it happens. The action is funny but the framing and audio cue make it clear that the cops not only know to an extent but Will Not Help You. he's only barely in prison. the guard has a large anime sweat drop as the shot re-focuses on nick staring into his own reflection in the glass instead.

- i dont think they'd shy away from this kind of visceral breakdown either? like. i think it'd be discretion cut away but the reunion scene between maya and nick and pearl is the next part and maya is like "what aboutt your record?" and nick goes "i won :)"

- credits scene dance party tribute to the jammin ninja which is a little bit tasteless but it's not worse than anything else that happens generally speaking. de killer is here.

#distext #to be clear this is me Making My Own Post and isnt a malicious vague at all #i just watched despicabl.e me again with rory and im having an emotion about like. the movie is funny but its emotional core is! in fact! #the family unit. which is never undercut by the jokes. CRUELTY is undercut by the jokes #(both when gru is not a good father and when a guy gets stranded on the moon with a limited air supply we arent considering) #but even when the movie is *funny* it isn't-- he goes to space in a pink space suit because his daughters did the Mixed Laundry gag. #and its thematic. because his dreams have been irrevocably impacted by his kids. #idk i guess i resent the idea that the movies doooont take themselves genuinely? #sing 1 isnt a particularly strong movie but the moment i think about is buster moon having to work car wash #which is what he talks about his dad doing: a job that's impossible to have dignity in because it's. literally dipping himself in soapwater #the fact that the people who come together to help buster get a musical number out of it isnt sing undercutting its emotional bit #but earned by the fact that everyone has decided to stand with him and help even though he's scammed them and lost everything. #sing 2 is better because it narrows its focus onto some of its stronger cast? rosita's Whole Thing going from being underappreciated- #- to being unable to perform and therefore ousted from the thing that is hers; backsliding into her position in the first movie- #- until she can successfully stand up for herself which is done WITHOUT crushing porscha who herself is constantly unseen !!! #it's a major emotional crutch of the movie. this culminates in the silly alien costume being redefined into like. outfit of Last Stand. #i dont know !!!! i think the movie is good. the plot of this movie is conning a gangster into thinking his favorite singer is back #and getting his favorite singer onstage before the mob kills them involves both the secretary driving 120mph to chop suey #and the movie having the viewer understand ruby calloway's illness and death by doing a simple hallway pan past several pictures of her- #- followed by her wheelchair collapsed and placed neatly into a closet half-open by the front door. this is never a joke. #clay calloway also shoots miss crawly off his property with a paintball gun. this is a joke. he does this in his grief. to not speak. #much less sing. guess what the other climactic moment of the movie is. #i dont know man theyre movies for kids and their moms and i get it but i Like Them and im more inclined to be generous to them than like #the superhero crap that the insincere quips actually come from #i think often abt the memeification of the lorax i guess? like. #rest in fucking peace the biggering rock ballad this movie was intended to have #but is how bad can i possibly be a *bad* song? more importantly: does it fail to illustrate its own point? #a little bit. mostly in the visuals. it goes somewhat viciously for the joke at the lorax's expense in ways that become... cheesy? #but a cheesy capitalist pop rock ballad thing that in itself is insincere asking insincere question after insincere question. #idk. im guy taking this too seriously i guess. but it does get me man.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying and not wanting to being a gay guy to a lgbt Halloween party—???

🎃🏳️‍🌈

(So I can recognize)

So by time this posted Halloween over in not looking for advice or anything and this ain’t rushed- I just wanna know if im the asshole here or not-

So for context: I live in a safe state but my area is kinda republican but not bad (worst is usually a judgmental glance). Well in the town over about half an hour away there’s an LGBT center I go to and volunteer at. Since gays love Halloween we’re having a party (non alcoholic for youth) which hopefully was super fun idk it’s in a few days from when writing this-

Now for the guy I mentioned. He’s gay and even if he wasn’t he would still be allowed to go because we welcome allies. He and I… have a history. I won’t go in detail unless people vote INFO. Short version of it is it wasn’t a healthy friendship. He would only talk to me when he needed things and would constantly talk about a straight guy he liked but when I would take about this straight (he’s bi but at time time this happened I thought he was straight) guy who was giving me mixed he would get mad. And to top it off~ he ruined my life by calling the cops over a JOKE. (It during the time when people were eating tide pods and I said something like “imma do it and drink some bleach to wash it down lmao” which again- A GEN Z JOKE). Him calling the police on me fucked me up, ruined my family life, my mom hasn’t bought bleach since (she never bought the tide pods to begin with), and I have severe trust issues. Afterwards I cut contact and didn’t talk to him for two years since we graduated.

Skip to current events.

He saw on instagram a post of me with this organization hosting events and another post about the Halloween party so he dm’s me. I’ve talked to him a handful of times since but always keep him at a distance. He asks if I can give him a ride to the event and if I’m hosting it. So here’s where I’m wondering if im the asshole. He’s a gay guy and this is the only LGBT center within 3 hours of us. As a queer person, I feel like I should welcome him and bring him there so he can have a safe space. However, as just- a person- he fucked me up so much. This center is the ONE safe place I have that’s not online. If I bring him I’ll lose that.

So I lied.

I told him that the Halloween party is a fundraiser… and that you need to pay to enter…… and that I can’t give him a ride because my car is in the shop and im getting a ride from someone who isn’t comfortable driving strangers………

Was that a dick move?? It’s been 5 years- I should be over it and move on and make amends but like ???? No ???? I’m not gonna ruin the one safe place I have ??????

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[battleangel]

I Am Not My Hair

What actually happens if I shave my head bald?

Why cant I see what I look like without hair?

Why do I have to be sick or have cancer or be dying?

Why am I not allowed as a woman to just shave my head?

Why do I need a reason, a justification, an explanation?

Why do I have to justify being hairless?

Why are people acting like Im dying and have cancer just because Im bald?

Nothing happens. Thats the gag.

Youve been taught to fear.

Its just my bald head. Why is that forbidden?

Verboten?

Why cant I ever see what my actual head looks like without all this hair on it?

Why cant I see what my face looks like without it constantly being surrounded by hair?

What if I like being bald?

What if I like not spending $1200+ a year on my hair?

What if I like not styling my hair?

What if I like not doing anything with my hair other than cutting it super short, about an inch or two, every few months?

Why does it threaten people for a woman not to care about her hair?

I dont want to go to a hair salon or barbershop.

I dont want to go back to an afro.

I dont want locs or dreads.

I dont want shaved sides, I already did that last year.

I dont want corn rows or bantu knots, Ive done that too.

I dont want to grow it out.

I dont want a $500 lace front wig.

I dont want a wig professionally installed by a stylist every 2 to 3 months.

I dont want to wash or brush my hair.

I dont want to put any products in my hair.

Why is it a sin for a black woman to not want to grow her hair out?

I dont want my "long beautiful" hair back.

I dont want it halfway down my back again.

I dont want it to my waist again.

I dont want to relax it again -- there are lawsuits against Loreal, black women who used Just For Me and other chemical relaxers to straighten their hair are being diagnosed with cancer, inferitility and fibroids.

The chemicals in a relaxer are strong enough to break down and destroy the natural texture of your curly coiled kinks and force it to be straight -- those same chemicals are also strong enough to literally peel paint off of cars -- why are you putting this directly on your scalp for an hour plus every 2 to 3 months from the time you are a pre-teen or in high school until adulthood, for decades, and thinking that there wont be health issues?

They target products to Black women that kill them.

Remember the little Black girls that sang the R&B pop jingle in the Just For Me commercial?

"Just for me...hair so healthy, silky and free."

Who was that song for?

This was the 90s and there were multiple Black girl groups back then -- TLC, 702, Blaque, Xscape, Jade, Total, MoKenStef, etc. -- they wanted to get us while we were young so we would keep using their products until adulthood. 

I got my first perm, I am 4C, at 11. I was so glad my mother stopped burning me with the hot comb that she had tortured me with since I was 5. Anything was better than that as I had a very sensitive scalp or "tenderheaded" as it is called in our community.

I couldnt wait to go to Touch of Magic salon where my older sister already had her long, silky hair. I was tired of being tortured by a hot ass comb that was constantlu burning my fucking scalp and I was tired of being told to "sit still" while my scalp was being fucking burned. I couldnt wait for the Revlon Fabulaxer so the dreaded golden hot comb could be forever banished from my existence.

From 11 to 34, 23 years, I faithfully got  a relaxer at the salon every 2 to 3 months. It was about $120+ (relaxer, deep condition, style, split ends, color, etc.). Over the years, that fucking adds up, over $100k I spent on my hair. Even when I went natural at 34, my 4c hair is extremely thick, kinky, nappy, unruly and very difficult to deal with. People have literally broken combs trying to comb through it. Needless to say, I couldnt manage anything myself but a wash and go so I spent thousands at the salon as a 4c natural on Senegalese twists, box braids, Bantu knots, corn rows, twist outs, twist updos and flat twists. 

Then I shaved my sides and cut my hair super short and started going to barber shops but I was dyeing it fuschia back then so my hair was still costing me money.

Then last year, I finally just grabbed kitchen scissors out of my kitchen and hacked it myself and decided I was never going to go back to a salon or barbershop.

I was going to cut my hair with kitchen scissors myself every 2 to 3 months. I do like different looks so I have five cheap synthetic shitty wigs that are different colors (blue, blonde, green, black). Depending on the lewk and fit, either I just wear my hair natural and short or I slap a wig on.

But thats it. No maintenance, no upkedp, no hair care routines, no wasting away a Saturday at a salon, no barbershops, no wash and gos, no 15 hour sessions getting braided extensions. 

Just literally cutting it with kitchen scissors every 2 to 3 months and slapping on a cheap shitty wig whenever I have a certain fit or lewk and thats it.

Then in August, I decided to shave my head bald. I didnt want even a few inches of hair anymore so I grabbed my husbands razor and shaved it. Didnt go to a barbershop or stylist. Had no idea how to even use the razor and just shaved it all off in under 10 minutes. I loved the bald look especially with thick ass winged liquid eyeliner, bold dramatic eyeshadow and colorful lipstick.

I have a few inches of growth that in a month or two, I will grab the kitchen scissors again and cut my hair down to an inch or two. Ill do that every few months. I love it bald but even shaving my head on a regular basis is more time than I choose to devote to my hair. Cutting it with scissors to an inch or two every 2 to 3 months is my absolute limit.

As a woman, thats not allowed.

Especially as a Black woman.

And I was raised by a Southern Baptist fundamentalist, so forget about it.

You have to obsess over your hair, products, styling, color, length, look, appearance, texture, curl pattern, thickness, volume, care routines, pre poo, deep conditoning, tea tree oil, diffusing, texturizing, blow out, straightening, relaxing, lace front wig installations, weaves, kanekalon, bundles, braids, twists, locs, dreads, corn rows, bantu knots...

You cant just not do your hair!

Only you can. Because thats exactly what I do.

Even as a Black woman and we are brainwashed to be absolutely obsessed with our hair.

Go back and look at the hysteria India Arie caused when she shaved her "beautiful curls".

Just like India Arie, I am not my hair.

#4c hair #natural hair #relaxed hair #black girl magic #black lives matter #bald head #bald girl #shaveyourhead #shavehead #head shave #i am not my hair #just for me #lawsuit #relaxer #loreal #revlon #black hair #beauty standards #feminist #black feminism #patriarchy #paternalism #internalized sexism #blm #melanin magic #anti capitalism #socialism #social justice #afro #feminism

[xoxitgirl]

⊹₊ ⋆ seasons results! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⟡ part one ⟡

so usually I try to write it down from the day i start and document the results from then but I literally forgot lmaoo so heres it broken down into every couple days/every week! ima keep this method tho ngl because its so useful but this is probably gonna be a long post bc i wanna be as raw as possible w ya’ll.

season one: jdnavsthewrld ⋆𐙚 ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡

overview

so first and foremost—my season is going to be filled with all of my designs blowing up, making hundreds of dollars a week, improving my relationship with my boyfriend, and getting a new charger. I wrote out everything in detail so that way it was easier for me to understand exactly what I want like shipping out orders and stuff in my new car, taking a trip to NY, collaborating with some designers that I really like + meeting some designers as well, having hella photo shoots, etc! so it starts off with me getting a new car, it’s easier for me to process all of my orders and get yarn/make clothing just because I have a more efficient car.

dec 3-10

this week was full of me reminding myself im living in my season and my whole idea is about my buisness blowing up and a new carr so ngl its already blown up a little cause someone posted my skirt but it slowed down and now its picking back up. one thing that I’m trying to remember is that I’m not going to know how good it is to have a lot of sales unless I know what it’s like to have lower sales like understanding the duality of owning a business that not every single day you’re going to have the most ideal amount of sales, but that time to be creative and breathe will definitely lead you to that outcome in the long run. I made 4 sales this week so its definitely making me feel a little like imposter syndrome like this cant be happening blah blah blah but I quickly redirected my thoughts to, “what happens in my season? my business was meant to blow up, this is what I’m meant to be doing.”

dec 11-18

okay I made 6 more sales, when I started I had 25 now I’m at 35 so I feel hella confident because I’m constantly falling asleep doing SATS. I can literally feel all the excitement and anxiety and nerves that come with an abundance of success. I sold my biggest custom order to a new client, this two piece set and a fur skirt so I’m like damn. its only bigger and better from here. another thing I added was me and my boyfriend are getting better and connecting more and I feel like our relationship is definitely growing in a healthier way. I made around $300 this week from my pieces so I cant even be upset if I wanted to (,:

dec 19-25

so okay new updateee I sold another 3 item set so I made another $100 this week, mind you im writing this the 21st so the week’s not even over yet, and I feel hella confident in my season. I finally finished drafting everything thats happening. im also having a lot of fun maintaining that it’s already mine. I literally spend so much time vaunting. I was meant to be a designer. of course I have sales, im that bitch. people loovee my clothes cause who else is doing it like me? literally nobodyy. this is what gets me to feel more confident too, if you’re not reassuring yourself who is yk? and my relationship is sooo goodd 🥺 like its been so peaceful and my bf has been surprising me with pinterest dates and shit like what is my lifee!!

ima come back and update after my moms bday, I always have a routine for the new year which is expelling all old energy. like cleaning my room, donating clothes, i also sage everything, make new sigils, wash my hair and alll my clothes so yeah lol i have a feeling the new energy will be beautiful.

dec 26-jan 2

okay I’ve been learning how to sew and I’ve been getting really really good at it. like making my own pieces by myself—before I used to have my mom help me, but now I actually know how to sew fr. I wanna show y’all so ill insert some things ive made/been making. ngl tho I think ima give it like a week or so more to really saturate my mind because I been listening to this sub by slade and its really been helping but I gotta focus on consistency! so thats really what im focusing on through the 15th so more updates around then!! my goal is to have more posts and get ready for a mini photoshoot.

jan 3-jan 12

jan 4th.. coming up with designs that are exactly what I envision/things that ive never seen knit or done in this style. made my collab post but skeptical about when I should make my collab collection so well see but I feel like the things im making rn are multimillion dollar designs like I can feel it in my core. also about to clean my car out soon to trade my car in for the charger of my dreams, apparently my parents were looking for chargers for monthsss and didn’t tell me cause they wanted to surprise me.. for reference y’all I literally have a charger sub i made 5 months ago and was so in my head about it but now i feel like my mind is fully saturated. every time I drive, it feels like im already in a new car, I imagine it in the driveway. I already have it in the 4d so its beyond mine in the 3d.

jan 7.. omg so update, I literally cleaned my car out today and I’m trading it in on friday like what the fuck is my lifee I knew it would happen but this was the first time where I realy put my foot down and envisioned myself driving the car literally everywhere. I race ppl like im in a charger already lmaoo the planes were bound to align sooner or later!! ill insert how it looks when it gets here yall we might have to order it but this is the first step in my journey—I get my charger, my design acc blows up, and so forth. (;

okay hi guys I made 2 sales recently and I just got my charger, everything literally feels like it’s falling into place and it’s kind of surreal. I think I’m gonna make a part two for my results because this post is getting helllla long but I GOT A 2023 CHARGER STX and tbh I wanted an R/T but the only one I could get was 2015 so im just hella happy I got a brand new car and it looks EXACTLY HOW I WANT—black rims, spoiler, it looks so mean!!! ugh im in love. peep my noface air freshener from my last car (,: and it only has 10 miles yall… I love using seasons so much

next post coming by valentines day! 💋

itgirl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

#vzn #xoxitgirl #seasons challenge

[mvrdac]

La Amor Duele.

^angst

“You have a girlfriend?..”

“yeah..”

It all started in one day, when I opened Instagram.

“Hey! Wake up, we have to go to the studio.”

“okay! I’m going to get ready, just give me a few minutes.”

I check on phone, opening Instagram. Miko posted.?.. With a caption saying “this girl is driving me crazy!” I get confused, maybe it’s just a friend!

I try not to overthink it, as I start to get ready. I put on a simple outfit. A baggy t-shirt and jeans. I brush my teeth, and wash my face. Then brush my hair, and put it in a low ponytail. I head out to the living room “ready let’s go.” — “Alright” we start driving to the studio. It’s not that far just a 10 minute drive.

—————————————————————————“hey? you kind of seem out of it you okay?” — “huh? yeah I’m fine..” that Instagram post is still running through my head. “we’re here come on.” We start walking towards the studio. The first people I see are mariana, and mauro. “Hey! How are you guys?” mauro asked — “we are good! how about you guys?” my producer replied “good!”—“alright” they responded “hey! they arrived, why didn’t you guys tell me?” miko asked “maybe cause you’re too busy with your “girl-friend” on the phone” mariana snickered — “mariana!” mauro playfully hit her on the shoulder. “You have a girlfriend..?…” — “ she’s not my girlfriend… well at least not yet.” “I only like her for now.” — “oh” “why did you bring me here?” I asked my producer — “I brought you here so we can catch up on some things..” im truly trying my best not to cry in the spot.. I try to fake a call “hold on someone’s calling me..” I try to make it like my mother needs help on doing something. “hey guys? my mom needs my help on something at home, I need to go urgently..” — “okay! I hope whatever your mom needs help on is fixed.!..” miko replied — “me too!” mariana and mauro responded as well — “hey I’m going to take the car, is it okay for someone to bring you home?” I asked my producer “yeah it’s fine I’ll ask mariana to bring me home.!..” — “oh okay, we’ll bye guys hope you catch up with each other!..” “bye!” they all replied. I speed walk to the car, bursting into tears.

—————————————————————————

as I got home I start to question myself “am I not good enough for her?” — “I knew she thought I was crazy!” I start to think bad about myself.. I start crying, which ends up me having an anxiety attack. The person who has always helped was miko.. I control my breathing, how did she not get all the hints that I’ve been giving her?! She’s the first girl I have ever had a crush on. I throw myself onto the bed with constantly thinking bad thoughts about me. It finally hit me. She was talking about that girl she liked on the Instagram caption.. I start doing the thing that I’m mostly good at. Stalking. I look through her follows, I found the girl. She’s beautiful, gorgeous all these things I’m probably not. I guess I knew why miko chose her. I hope one day I will move on. maybe i can’t.…

#young miko x reader #young miko #baby miko #itsyoungmiko #itsbabymiko #Lesbian #Angst

[salfisherslvr]

[On the Countertop]

Larry Johnson x Fem!reader

A/N: i thought of this in the car while waiting for my friends mom to get out of the hair salon… now im writing this in the Walmart parking lot.

warnings: making out, cuss words, and mentions of vaping.

Summary: you’re over at your friends house and decide to get a drink to quench your thirst; but fuck her brother is hot.

(Modern Au, 2022)

Cold air drifted into the room from the cracked window, as you and your friend, Avery passed back a strawberry kiwi flavored vape.

She was practically asleep, watching her phone; scrolling through some tiktoks that made her way to her for you page. She chuckled softly, “Hey look at this” she shoved the phone in your face, making you widen your eyes and grab her wrist to push it back. The video showed a kid running and falling.

You laughed slightly, before turning your attention back to your own phone. You sighed slightly and got up from the bed. “I’m gonna go get something to drink i’ll be back.” You alerted your friend, who nodded as an acknowledgment. You stumbled out of the room, a nic buzz washing over you, a headache coming in.

You rushed down the steps, trying to get back up to the room asap. You looked in the fridge and grabbed a high c, “fuck” you whisper shouted when you dropped it. Bending down to pick it up you heard someone walking behind you. You quickly sat up, “Oh, hey Larry” you breathed as you saw him.

“Nice ass.” He ‘complimented’ your face flushed and you looked away, “thanks.” you two just looked at each other for a moment.

“Soo what’re you doing down here” you asked, hopefully breaking the awkward tension that filled the air. It didn’t. He merely shrugged and leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“you smell like strawberry kiwi” he stated matter of factly. “I bet i taste the same” you muttered under your breath taking a drink of your high c, hoping he didn’t hear the foul thing that had just came out of your mouth.

you were hoping you didn’t say that yourself- i mean who would say that? you’d barely spoking three sentences to him, and now you were practically hinting at him to kiss you.

who does that?

thoughts started to flood your head, “what if he’s grossed out?” “he literally just complimented your ass.” “thats NOT an invitation to say ‘kiss mee”

you had a crush on Larry for YEARS of course it was unrequited- i mean- he’s wayy out of your league.. like, way. plus he probably has a partner, girls and guys are constantly thirsting over him.. he definitely gets bitches.

you didnt have time to take back the statement because before long your cold lips were engulfed by a pair of warm, soft ones. you quickly realized it was Larry.

You tensed up in shock but shortly after you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his strong hands felt their way around your body, getting to know it, an introduction if you will.

he lifted you up onto the marble countertop, wriggling his way between your legs like a worm. it was only once you two parted to take a breath did he speak, “you taste like high c and strawberry kiwi, i like it.” then just like that he continued.

this is wrong you thought to yourself, thoughts like these kept repeating in your head while you kissed him, all of those thoughts were completely washed away as he snakily put his arms through the bottom of your shirt, you gasped, allowing him to slip his pierced tongue into your mouth.

you each fought for dominance but, you decided to let him win as he fondled your breast you brought your left hand up to his hair, tangling your hand in his greasy hair, tugging at it slightly.

he groaned in your mouth, the vibrations sparked all throughout your body.

All. Throughout.

it felt as though things were about to get more heated, and they nearly did, but your session was cut short by a loud gasp.

your eyes snapped open, it was avery, larry scrambled away from you, leaning against the island once more as if nothing had happened, “heyy” you muttered.

No, i don’t know why i wrote this.

#larry johnson #sallyface #larry johnson x reader #x reader #fem!reader #larry sally face #larry johnson sally face

[madame-fear]

long rant about some feelings i had lately because i need to say it somewhere. i should post it on my sideblog but honestly i lack the will to sign out from this and log into the other account. Feel free to ignore.

Quite honestly seeing all the endearing messages you guys send me truly encourages me to keep me going, and in a way, it comforts me. But these days for some reason I’ve had some recurring grim feelings that burden me, and make me feel empty.

I have a loving family I adore, sweet mutuals and friends i also appreciate with all my life, and i’m studying a career i always wanted to study – but i feel disappointed with myself. I feel like I have no clue where to go in life, like I cant rrally achieve anything too important. I feel useless, and weak.

Everyone in my real life remarks how shy and quiet i often am, and my parents say that im a sensible soul but even if they say it in a good way i feel stupid and fragile. I feel like everyone can run past over me because they know im not capable of saying anything against it. I feel worthless, and like i constantly need to be guided to do even the slightest thing. I panic at the most minor of inconveniences because i have no idea how to react and i overly stress, and needless to say the tremors i have worsen and it just makes me feel like shit.

I never find the right time to say what i feel, nor the right situation. And even if i do and express myself in any dumb way i can find at that moment, i just get called an attention seeker and they blame me as a victim that always has everything served and is spoiled, and even if im grateful for all the things i have in my life, i just keep feeling like a heavy weight on the people surrounding me. I feel like nothing i ever do is right, i never know what to say, i feel stupid. Sincerely.

I dont care what anyone says about me, especially if its someone i dont know. But i know some friends and people in real life that made fun of me when talking about my interests, how fragile i seem at everything and reserved i am, i even heard some classmates snickering behind of me when i was explaining specifically what i studied and im tired of not having the will to stand up. I truly despise myself to the point i can barely find the right words, if there is any.

Everyday i feel like im dragging myself through life and i would muh rather keep sleeping and stay in my dreams than have to keep being understanding at stupid people, and the disrespect. Im always embarrassed of expressing how i feel but its even more heavy to carry all my self-worth issues without being able to freely talk about it. You guys have no idea how many fucking times i had the impulse of jumping in front of a car, throwing myself out of the balcony, hanging myself and end myself because i cant STAND not knowing how to guide my life, where to go, and feeling insecure and i dont say this to be dramatic. i cant do anything by myself.

If it werent because even if i sometimes fight with them i know i have a family that cares for me and sweet friends, i wouldnt be here in some time. I feel like an attention whore and a victim but i hate having to keep it all for myself and know no one will do anything, or think im satisfied with how i am. My parents tell me i should be proud of who i am and all the things i earned by myself, but truth is, i wish i werent so fucking useless. I can never remember anything properly, and im too anxious most of the time. I despise myself and i really hope this feeling washes away soon, because i cant tolerate not managing to do anything because i would much rather lay in bed and do nothing due to my own insecurities.

#feelings of worthlessness #tw implied suicide #self deprecation #feel free to ignore #personal rant #might delete later

[growing-yet-into-magic]

Hi!

I am desperately searching fosome advice on say, negative magic directed towards my household and I. I've grown up around neopagan sort of lifestyles, but have never been a super avid practicer myself.

Im in a real bind here, I usually am an extremely positive minded and confident in my own abilities person, but to be straight, I am 95% sure I'm being targeted by a specific person through bad magic, negative forces, probably a hex, etc etc

But I don't know where to find help exactly...Do you know of any resources I could look into for help on the subject? I have tried a couple things already.

Hi, anon;

I'm sorry I never answered this ask in a timely manner, but I was hoping to source more of my books back from storage before I answered to get you a more accurate/relevant answer. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do so, and ended up having a late answer with no more information than a quick one would have provided.

The only things that I can think of off the top of my head are to try the usual tests for mal de ojo; I know that Italian superstition uses drops of oil in a bowl, but I couldn't tell you how to interpret it at the moment. It probably wouldn't determine everything, but it would determine something at least.Try adding a nazar to your home, or your car, or your keys, or the common environment they would normally encounter you in.

I'm sure you've tried a hex-breaking bath, which is pretty common, but if they're re-upping the intent, you would have to repeat it over and over to constantly dispel outside resources; grab something protective first to prevent the cycle from repeating. A nazar, a pentacle you can bless or pray over, a rabbit's foot, a cimaruta, a sachet of sea salt and rosemary... Once you have something protecting you from outside influence, you can wash influence you can off of you without having more laid on. I'd generally just buy a small bottle of Lavender castille soap and a canister of sea salt, pour some of each into a container, and then lather it up on a wet wash cloth, but I don't know how much oomph you need.

And, of course, it's always possible that the problems are social as opposed to magical. There is a long and historic power of making you feel unsafe and scared just to make you fear that something might be happening. Take precautions, but don't try to avoid confronting them or calling someone in to help you negotiate whatever argument you may be embroiled in either. Not one without the other.

Best of luck, 🍀

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[forestgreenfairy]

A Teenage Kind of Love (salvis)

Episode 6 

(travis) 

The next day at school is a living nightmare, everyone asking me if I'm okay and saying their sorry for my loss, constantly reminding me, I just want it all to stop. I need a drink. After attendance in 3rd period I excused myself to the restroom and grabbed my bag from my locker heading off to the bathroom. I snagged a beer from the cabinet yesterday when my dad was asleep. I find my normal spot in the big stall and sit down when I hear the door open.

“Travis” says sally face gentle voice, god i really need to talk to him i think as i open the beer can and take a sip 

“Yes” i shoot back in almost a whisper 

“I was hoping you were in here, wanna talk?” he says sitting down on the other side of the stall door.

“Kind of” i say, i don't really know what i want to talk about but i know I just want to listen to him. My mind flashes to last week. When I put my hand on top of his and how nice it was. Fuck. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to, are you okay i know after your mom's thing” he says in a sad tone of voice

“Yeah I'm fine,” I pause , taking a deep breath. 

“Did you hear about what I did '' I cringe , saying that I haven't prayed actually in months, then out of nowhere I felt compelled like it was the right thing to do in the moment even though no one else was. I take another sip.

“Yeah… are you still religious i thought you were giving that up y'know since your dad” i never really thought about that, of course i believed in god and i dont think im ready to say goodbye to my faith at least not yet, but i definitely don't believe in the god my father does if he even believes in god. 

“I am just not the way my father is,” I say with immediate guilt washed over me, “one does not talk bad of one's father” my dad would say to me when I was little. 

“But i shouldn't be talking about him” i say taking another swig from the can. I carefully place the can underneath the stall door and he sighs pushing it back to me.

“I don't drink,” he says, sounding frustrated. 

“Why not” I ask, drinking has done nothing other than bring me comfort and help me forget and feel better. 

“I don't really wanna talk about it,” replied. I know his friend Travis smokes.

“Do you smoke?” I have a question.

“Sometimes” fuck, I made him uncomfortable. I grab my bag and booze and unlock the door. 

“I gotta go,”  I say , staring down at him. He nods and I leave. 

(sal) 

I knew it, he's been drinking. I feel so helpless like after the accident when my dad started drinking, how it was my fault. I know Travis drinking isn't my fault but I can't help but feel terrible, I mean do I need to tell someone? But on the other hand I don't want to seem like I'm intruding on his life by sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Why was he asking about smoking? Does he want to smoke? I can't even think right. 

After school I meet Larry at the car and he's already inside blasting his new sanity falls CD. 

“Can you wait till we atleast get on the road for this?” I scream over the music and turn it down. 

“Its sick right? Now I can play music as loud as I want ALL the time, not just when my mom isn't home” we both laugh. That's one of the first things he said to me when we met and I asked him about living in the basement. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he nods, giving me his full attention. 

“Do you think you could get me some weed?” I say leaning back in the passenger seat.

“How much? And why” he questions.

“Ummm i don't know enough for two people ill pay don't worry. Because Travis was asking, ``I was gonna maybe invite him over to hang out,” I say and Larry raises an eyebrow.

“And you don't have a crush on him but you are willing to give him free weed?” I slapped his arm, I would have slapped him harder if he wasn't driving. 

“I don't… maybe” I say, running my hands through my hair and sliding down in my seat. 

“Duuuuuuuude your seriously fucked” he laughs.

“No I'm not.. He actually kinda sweet, its really his dad that fills his mind with all those things and thoughts” i say, and of course i dont even know if hes gay, i dont even know if im gay. Shit… i am fucked.

“Whatever you say” Larry rolls his eyes as he pulls into the parking lot.

“And yeah I can get you some weed. I'll bring it to your house tonight when I go get groceries.” he says getting out of the car.

(travis)

When my fathers car pulls up it's not him driving from Alysa i get in the back seat silently.

“Travis, I just want to talk to you about our new relationship, as I'm going to be your step-mother,” she says nervously, squeezing the wheel. 

“You are nothing like a mother to me Allysa your 22, 4 years ago MY mother was picking you up from highschool” she sighs. 

“And now i'm picking up MY son from highschool” she smiles in the rearview mirror. HER son? I will never be HER son I'm barely my fathers son. 

“ALYSSA you are not old enough to be picking up your son from kindergarten” i reply angrily and she again lets out another sigh. 

“Your father would not appreciate this, you have to understand we are getting married and that is the final young man!” she says sternly pulling into our gravel driveway. I can't help but laugh, young man? She's barely 5 years older than me. 

“Allysa you're barely 5 years older than me” I shout from the car as she stomps up the stairs inside slamming the door. When I reach the door it's locked. I jiggle the handle when I hear Alyssa from inside. 

“Go somewhere else travis! This is MY house and I can deny access to anyone I want, I AM AN ADULT” she yells. I cant fucking believe this, this girl just kicked me out of MY house. Where am I supposed to go? I mean I don't have any real friends… Do I just sit here? 

I guess I could.. Go to Sally's face.

I run around the side of the house and grab my bike from the shed.

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#5

I love when people hc that Billy wouldnt consider Jason a threat, its a lot of fun to read that.

But also consider:

Billy who doesn't consider Jason, by himself, to be a *physical* threat. He knows he can take Jason in a fight. Hell, he's pretty sure Max is scrappy enough that she could take Jason in a fight.

But Billy is still scared of him. Billy is terrified of the smooth talking, privileged, religious asshole and the potential social threat he could be.

Jason isn't dangerous because he's unhinged and will fight whoever, that'd be manageable to Billy, Jason is dangerous because he is *really* good at turning the narrative in his favor and starting witch hunts.

And that... I think that'd be terrifying for queer-coded Billy Hargrove.

(intentional or otherwise, i think it was a really meaningful detail that they showed Robin immediately after Eddie's "hunt the freak?" line. when she was just talking about how dangerous it'd be if she asked the wrong girl out earlier in the season.)

197 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

In an AU where Hopper ends up taking in Billy too, El picks up Billy's habit of saying "I can't do [x] im gay."

only she doesn't understand what it means really or what context is appropriate to use it in or that Billy's mostly being sarcastic/joking when he says it (he can in fact do math, and he personally thinks his driving skills are just fine thank you very much).

And it eventually leads to a situation like that one scene in Modern Family, with Hopper telling El "You're not gay you're just confused!" way louder than he meant to in the public space they're in.

219 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

s3 au where the mindflayer gets into billy but just... for some reason it can't really control him.

like at first the mind flayer thinks things are working, but it actually turns out that the things it was trying to make billy do were actually just things billy decided to do anyway

and the mindflayer just thinks he needs more time or to try harder or whatever to break billy and take over but just... nothing is working. by the time the mindflayer decides fuck it "i'll find a more convenient pawn" it discovers to it's horror that it can't voluntarily leave billy either.

billy still gets the heat aversion and the super strength and healing, and he's just like 'huh, that's weird' and continues on with his life.

Billy & the mindflayer:

281 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#2

Billy and Steve start hanging out and Billy starts noticing that Steve doesn't know how to do a lot of basic stuff, and the stuff he does know how to do he does weird.

At first Billy dismisses these observations as being a product of Steve having grown up rich, like.. of course Steve doesn't know how to change the oil on his car, he can afford to take the thing in regularly and pay someone else to do it. But the more they spend time together the more Billy realizes that thats not quite right.

The Harrington's have a shiny fancy working dishwasher (Billy knows it works, he's seen Henderson use it). But Steve always washes dishes by hand.

And it's definitely not that Steve is just some weirdo who likes hand washing dishes, he clearly hates doing it, but he still never uses the dishwasher.

And going grocery shopping with Steve is an actual nightmare, Billy thought he hated shopping with Max (who somehow always convinces him to buy her shit she doesn't need), but Steve... Steve makes shopping with Max seem well worth the wasted money.

The way he meanders about the store, flitting back and forth between the aisles and constantly doubling back to get something else that was right next to something he grabbed twenty minutes ago is absolutely incomprehensible to Billy. A shopping trip that would take Billy twenty minutes, even with Max tagging along, takes Steve at least an hour.

Billy also pretty quickly learns that if anyone ever points out any of these oddities, Steve will react in one of two ways.

Either he'll try and brush it off and downplay the whole situation or he'll get extremely prickly and defensive about it.

Billy does not understand, but the puzzle of it all fascinates him.

It's not until one time when Steve's parents come back early from a business trip that it finally clicks.

Billy had been staying the night, eager for more time with Steve and time away from Neil. He was supposed to be long gone by the time Mr and Mrs Harrington got back, but apparently their plans had changed last minute.

Billy woke to an empty bed, and Steve's empty bedroom, and had made his way downstairs just in time to accidentally catch the tail end of Steve's father berating him for apparently doing the laundry incorrectly.

It was clear Steve's dad had already been talking for a while, and the part that Billy caught was too long by itself.

And in all that time and with all those words Mr Harrington had for his son it was clear that not one of them were any sort of instructions on how to correct the mistake, no hint of how to do it right next time.

When Steve finally emerged from his father's study, looking so resigned (at least until he noticed Billy then he looked embarrassed), it was clear to Billy that this was Mr Harringtons usual way of handling such matters.

And that was when Billy finally understood that the reason Steve didn't know how to do basic things, or did them in weird incomprehensible ways, was because no one had ever taught him. They'd just expected him to start doing these things and then gotten mad when he didn't manage to do them to unspecified standards.

Months later, when Billy and Steve have moved into their own shitty tiny little apartment downtown, Billy starts showing Steve how to do shit. It's hard, trying to toe the line between gentle instruction and patronizing, especially since they both have so little experience with gentle but eventually, despite the times it blows up in their faces and one of them stomps off somewhere to cool off, they get better at it.

And as it turns out, Steve can actually be pretty good at all sorts of stuff as long as someone bothers to teach him.

446 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Thinking about Billy with food allergies/intolerances today.

Neil refuses to accommodate Billy's issues in any way. Susan makes whatever she makes for meals, maybe she knows about Billy's issues and is just forgetful about it, maybe she just doesn't care, maybe she doesn't even know about them in the first place. Whatever susans reasoning or justification the stuff that Billy shouldn't eat shows up in meals at the Hargrove-Mayfield house pretty regularly.

Billy isn't allowed to not finish his meals, that would be rude and wasteful. So he just does what he has to do and accepts that he'll suffer the consequences later.

He avoids meals at home whenever possible. But he also doesn't exactly have a lot of spending money to go out and get things he can eat (and lbr, depending on what specifically he's allergic to/intolerant of, it may be difficult or even impossible to find stuff he can eat that is cheap and doesn't require a kitchen to prep).

So he has a lot of times when he has to choose between not eating or going home and potentially having to eat stuff he isn't supposed to.

Steve at some point ends up making a meal for Billy and it includes the thing(s) Billy isn't supposed to eat bc he doesn't know. Billy doesn't tell him, just cleans his plate like he's expected to at home. He doesn't really care, it's what he's used to only better bc this was something that Steve made for him which in Billy's opinion makes it automatically better than anything Susan has ever made.

Only it's not like Billy can just leave after the meal is over, they still have plans to hang out for a while longer after that.

And Billy's good at hiding this sort of thing, Neil didn't like when Billy kept getting sent home from school because lunch kept making him sick. So Billy got good at hiding the reaction he has to this sort of thing. But Steve, Steve notices anyway.

And at first Steve is freaking out bc he thinks he gave Billy food poisoning, but then (because he can't stand Steve looking all anxious and upset with himself) Billy says that it's fine he's just not supposed to eat [xyz].

At which point Steve asks some variety of "then why did you eat it?/why didn't you tell me?"

And Billy just shrugs and tries to act like it's no big deal and mentions that he eats it all the time it's not like it's going to kill him.

Nothing gets resolved completely that night, but Steve makes Billy write him a list of all the things he shouldn't eat and a list of all the things he doesn't like to eat and Steve studies that list.

He starts making Billy food he can actually enjoy whenever he comes over, and when he notices that Billy either doesn't have lunch or has a lunch that has stuff on the lists he starts making him lunches too.

Billy can't even remember the last time he felt so well fed and taken care of, and he experiences a significant and overall improvement to his health. His new better diet even clears up issues he didn't even realize we're because of the food thing.

703 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your flirty best friend matt go to a party together, what happens when you two play spin the bottle? inspired from this post by @chrispeycream33

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (both receiving), kinda rough, spit, use of pet names, drinking, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol, no use of y/n

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𝐚/𝐧: heyyy ... heyyy... i've never written anything this rough before LOL but i saw this idea on my feed and i had to write it lmfao. anyway i'm gonna start trying to get to the requests in my inbox bc there r some rlly good ones im excited to write. as always i hope everyone enjoys!

𝐚/𝐧 𝟐: i edited some parts to enter this into @bratzforchris and @nicksbestie writing contest!! this is prob my fav one shot i’ve done and it fit the criteria so i figured why not submit it lol. hope u all like it!

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you stood in front of your full length mirror, tugging at the black mini skirt that hugged your hips. you cocked your head to the side, debating if you should change your top, unsure if the hot pink baby tee and knee high boots you were currently sporting was “too much” for the party you were going to tonight. you were heading to a party a little bit outside of your college town, being invited by your best friend matt and his brothers. they didn’t go to college like you, deciding to pursue a career as youtubers, but you still lived in the same city together and remained close despite the constant business of your schedules. before you had time to grab another top and change, you were interrupted by the quiet buzzing coming from your phone that was on top of your bedsheets. you picked up it, readings your best friend’s name as it flashed against the screen.

“hi matt!” you smiled as you picked up the call, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder, returning to look at your outfit in the mirror once more, attempting to fix your skirt yet again.

“hey, we’re outside,” the boy replied as you heard the car engine stop running from his line of the phone.

“okay, just give me a minute, i may change really quickly.” you told him, frantically rummaging through your hangers looking for something to switch into.

“why?” matt questioned, “i bet you look great in whatever you have on now.”

you felt your chest flutter at the compliment, although it wasn’t out of the ordinary for your friendship. you and matt were constantly flirting with one another. you were always having sleep overs, giving each other overly-nice compliments, sharing lingering hugs, you name it. the two of you were comfortable with it all, but there was always an underlying need for more underneath all the friendliness.

“i’ll be down in a minute then.” you said, grabbing your purse off your dresser and giving the mirror one last glance before leaving your dorm. you hung up the phone, making your way out of the building to be met with matt’s van parked out front, his brother chris already in the back seat next to nick to give you your spot in matt’s car. you smiled and waved, opening the door and letting it slam shut behind you as you climbed in.

“hi matty!” you smiled, pulling the boy in for a hug, getting a whiff of his musky cologne mixed with his freshly washed hair.

“you look so good,” matt whispered in your ear, “you always do.” you pulled away blushing, getting a good look at matt. he wore a black plain t shirt, matched with a black denim jacket and various silver necklaces. his brown hair flopped down over his eyes, matt running a quick hand through it to tame is slightly as it bounced back into his usual middle part.

smiling, you turned around, saying hi to the other two triplets in the back as matt began to leave your apartment complex. the girl who was throwing the party was some influencer who was a mutual friend of the triplets, so they were the only people you really knew who were attending. you relaxed into your seat, getting comfortable as you all made your way to the party.

˳·˖ 𓂃✧

the flashing lights and loud music pumping through gigantic speakers washed over you as you walked into the large house, matt following close behind you with his hand on the small of your back, nick and chris trailing ahead of you two. you four were immediately met by a few influencers who were friends with the triplets, walking over to join in on their conversation. as you all eased into the party, you felt matt’s hot breath fan against your ear.

“want anything to drink?” he asked, peering down at you with a slight smirk on his face. you nodded. “i’ll right back.” he smiled.

you watched as matt disappeared into the kitchen, diverting your attention back to the group. he returned a few minutes later, handing you the red solo cup he held in his right hand. he held his drink out to yours, “cheers,” he smiled, clanking the plastic together as you both swung your heads back and drank alcoholic mix matt had just made for you both.

˳·˖ 𓂃✧

a few hours later, you were definitely feeling the buzz of the alcohol. you were currently on the dance floor with nick, matt leaned up against a wall talking with a few people that he knew, while his gaze stayed on you and the way your hips looked in that damn mini skirt. you were moving your body to the rhythm of the music, dancing hand in hand with nick and singing loudly. you broke away from his embrace for a moment to do a spin, stopping at the feeling of large hands gripping your waist. you looked up to be met with the sight of your best friend, his hair flopping down into his pretty blue eyes while he looked down at you. he looked good, the bright neons lights accentuating his sharp facial features as they danced across his face.

“matty!” you cheered, turning around to hug the boy, swaying for a moment before breaking away. “dance with me.”

he laughed, keeping his hands at your waist as he pulled you into him, moving you two along to the music. he, too, had quite a lot to drink, and he was enjoying the way your body pressed against his a little too much. he ducked his head down to your ear. “a couple of us were gonna go upstairs and play a game, you in?”

you pulled away, nodding feverishly as he took his hand in yours, bringing you towards the staircase. climbing up the stairs and making your way down the long hallway, he brought you into the lesser crowded living room to be met with chris and a few other of his friends, all spread out across the couch and chairs that decorated the room. you found an empty spot on the couch, squeezing in between two of matt’s friends, while he sat opposite from you on a recliner chair.

“okay, so,” one of the boys spoke up, placing the game on the table next to an empty beer bottle. “basically you have to do the dare on the card with the person you land on, or you have to drink.” you all nodded, settling into your seats as the game began. at first it started off mild, with cards like kiss the players cheek or tell them a secret about you, but as the game progressed the dares got dirtier and dirtier. it was currently your fourth turn, all of your previous dares had been small so far, but you kept sipping your drink, feeling more drunk now. you leaned forward, picking a card off the pile and reading it out loud.

“give the player you land on a lap dance.” you spoke, peering at the empty bottle on the table. a couple people laughed as you shook your head, reaching forwards to twist the glass bottle in front of you as you held your breath. after what seemed like an eternity, the bottle finally began to slow before stopping on matt. you looked up to meet his gaze, looking at him with wide eyes and going quiet.

“you gonna do it?” someone sitting at the end of the couch spoke up.

you looked back and forth between the bottle and your best friend. you stood up swinging back the last of your drink for a quick confidence boost, walking around the table to matt, and throwing your legs across his lap as you stood in front of him, your ass on full display in front of him.

his hands instantly found their way to your waist, holding you in place as you sank down on his lap, hovering ever-so-slightly. you started slow, moving your hips side to side teasingly, barely making contact with him. you then quickened your pace, placing all your weight down on his lap, your ass pressing against his crotch as you grinded your hips against his backwards. your arm moved around his neck, pulling is head into you as you let the buzz of the alcohol take over. you felt the bulge in his jeans grow more and more as you continued to move you hips back and forth against him, quickly spinning around so you were now straddling him. your arms stayed wrapped around his neck while you moved your hips in small slow circles, grinding down hard against his erection, hearing him groan lightly in your ear. you were both so lost in your movements, you forgot you were in a living room full of people until you heard a couple hollers and whistles. you turned away from matt, flashing everyone a somewhat embarrassed smile as you got up from his lap, purposefully turning around so your ass was right in front of matt.

you returned back to your spot on the couch, the next few people taking their turns as your eyes stayed fixed on matt the entire time, watching him try to hide his boner. the girl next to him was finishing her turn -tell your most embarrassing hook up story - as matt leaned forward to grab a card. you watched as he read the card aloud, “spend fifteen minutes in a bedroom with the player you land on.” he spun the glass bottle, you keeping your gaze on matt the entire time.

the sound of the spinning glass on the wood table stopped, and you looked down to be met with the tip pointing at you. you bring your gaze back up to matt, both of you standing up abruptly, matt grabbing your hand and dragging you to the nearest open bedroom he could find. he ushered you in quickly, slamming the door closed behind you, pushing you up against it, and attacking your neck with his mouth.

“matt,” you gasp out at the feeling of his teeth grazing against your neck as he leaves marks all down your neck and across your collarbones. he quickly finds the sweet spot beneath your ear, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin. he keeps his hand at your neck, breaking away from you to look into your eyes.

“tell me if this is okay,” he says, his thumb stroking your neck as he keeps you looking at him. you nodded, pulling him into you as your lips meet in a messy kiss. his hands move from your neck to your ass, kneading the flesh as your arms tangle around him. he brings his hands down to your thighs, signaling for you to jump up. your legs wrap around his waist while he carries you over to the bed, throwing you down as he stands over you.

you look up at him, your chest heaving as you sit up slightly, propped back on your elbows. you watch as your best friend sinks to the ground on his knees, pulling your legs towards his body, and kissing from your knee up your thigh. you moan out loud as you feel him get closer and closer to your core, roughly sucking and licking at the soft skin of your inner thighs. he nudges your skirt up with his face, starting to press soft kisses to your clit over the dark spot on your panties. “please,” you whine out, bucking you hips into his face.

“so fucking needy” he groans, looping his fingers beneath the waistband of your laced underwear and tugging them down, throwing them on the floor behind him. he pulls away admiring your pussy, then dives in, his tongue lapping around your folds in a figure 8 motion. you moaned as your hips grinded against his face, his nose repeatedly bumping into you clit. “tastes so good.” he mumbled from in between your legs.

he continued to make a mess of you, bringing you closer and closer to your release, when you felt his slender fingers graze against your entrance, lightly tracing them back and forth to tease you. “fuck” you whined, reaching down to tangle your manicured nails into his brown locks, pushing him further into you as he slipped his middle finger inside of you. he continued to lick all around your pussy while thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them up to find that sweet spot. the only sounds in the room were of matt’s tongue against your wetness and your moans blended together as you kept grinding your hips up into matt, until he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still.

“are you getting close?” he taunted, pulling away for a moment to flash you a grin from in between your legs. you nodded, unable to speak as matt returned to pussy, his tongue moving at a somehow faster pace. the mix between his mouth and fingers were all too much, and you were about to snap.

“matt,” you panted, trying to let him know you were about to come.

“i know, pretty, make a mess of me.” he moaned, nuzzling himself further into your wetness, holding your shaking hips down against the bed as you released all over his tongue, hard. he sat back on his knees, admiring his work as he stood up to climb over you, yanking off his jacket and t shirt. you looked up at your best friend with wide eyes as he held himself over you, gripping your jaw with his hand adorned in silver rings. his lips glistened with saliva and your arousal as they tugged into a smirk. “open” he commanded.

you complied, opening your mouth up at him, sticking your tongue out as he spit, closing your jaw for you and telling you to swallow. “you gonna be a good girl and let your best friend fuck you?” he asked, eyes scanning your face for any hint of hesitance.

“yes.” your voice was barely above a whisper. matt smiled, leaning down to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss, your teeth bumping against one another. you felt his hardened dick pressing against your exposed thigh through his jeans, lacing your fingers through the belt loops to grind his hips against you, earning a whine from the brunette haired boy. this allowed you to slip your to tongue into his mouth as you both continued to make out, both growing needier and needier.

he broke away from your mouth, leaving hot kisses and dark marks all down your neck. making his way to your chest, he pulled your shirt up and groaned at the sight, seeing as you decided on wearing no bra tonight. matt began leaving kisses along the valley of your breast, stopping when he got to your hardened nipple to flick his tongue across.

“fuck” you whined out, continuing to grind your hips up against his while he kept on sucking at your skin. after a minute, he switched to your other tit, sucking and licking at the bud as his hand moved up to massage your other, gripping and squeezing at the flesh.

matt pulled away with a goofy smile on his face, looking down at the complete wreck he’s made of you. your shirt and skirt were both pulled up, your panties long gone and you neck and chest covered in bruises he had left all over you. his hands trailed across your stomach, pulling your skirt up even further so it now laid above your hips. “so fucking pretty,” he muttered to himself, “i want to absolutely ruin you.”

“please matty,” you panted as you threw your head back, “need you so bad.” your hands moved to the buckle of his belt, fiddling with it as it became undone, hanging around his hips loosely. you yanked his jeans down, leaving him in just his dark blue boxers. your mouth hung agape at his bulge, a small wet spot at the tip from his pre cum. you lightly brushed your fingers back and forth across his clothed dick, matt hanging his head low and groaning.

“stop fucking teasing,” he warned as his face scrunched up in pleasure, whining slightly as you continued your actions. you went to dip your hand below his boxers when you felt matt grab your waist, flipping the both of you around so you were now on top of him. “what did i just say to you?” he asked, his grip on you now moving up to the back of your head.

your eyes widened at his change in demeanor. “sorry, i-” you muttered meekly, matt simply guiding you down to his dick. you came face to face with his bulge, looking up at him through hooded eyelashes. “don’t be a fucking tease this time,” he told you, watching as you simply nodded. your fingers dipped below the waistline of his boxers, pulling them down as his erection sprang free. you held his dick in your hand, running your thumb along the tip before licking a stripe all the way to up his base. you repeated this action a few more times, then fully taking him in your mouth as far as you could go.

“fuck baby,” matt groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure as he guided you by your hair up and down on his dick. you began to lap your tongue around his cock, jerking off what you couldn’t get in your mouth. you continued to suck him off, pulling all the way off and then fully deep throating him. his grunts became louder and his hands were gripping the back of your head as he fucked your throat, you moaning around his dick sending vibrations throughout his body. “being such a fucking good girl for me.”

you whined at his comment, feeling him pull you off his dick, giving him a confused look.

“wanna finish inside you.” he told you, flipping you two around yet again you were underneath him once more. he ran his hands along the bunched up fabric of your shirt, pulling it over your head to join the pile of clothes scattered across the floor. his one hand stayed at your chest, squeezing your tit, while his other hand stroked himself as he lined up with your entrance. he looked up at you for a moment, proceeding when you gave him your nod of approval. he pushed in fast, immediately pulling out and then slamming back into you. you moaned loudly, and if it weren’t for the loud music downstairs, everyone would have heard you. matt repeated this action, thrusting in and out of you at an absolutely ungodly speed.

unable to form sentences, strings of pleas and whines left your mouth as matt kept on pounding into you, your legs twisting up to wrap around his hips. his hand crept down, rubbing circles at your clit with his thumb, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. you felt matt nuzzle into the crook of your neck, sucking harshly to leave more marks across your throat as he brought you closer to your release. “being such a good girl letting your friend fuck you like this,” matt groaned in your neck, “so fucking needy for me.”

“mm please,” you gasped, feeling matt slam into you even harder and faster, “’m so close.”

“cum all over me baby,” matt grunted, holding your hips steadily while he snapped his up into yours. his words were enough to send you over the edge, you practically screamed, cumming hard all over his dick, his pace not slowing down. he gave you a few more hard thrusts before letting out a loud groan, feeling his dick twitch as he came deep inside of you. you both rode out your orgasms together, your movements becoming slower as the two of breathed heavily against one another, both of you coming down from your highs.

“fuck,” matt laughed, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he giggled into you neck, “that was so hot.”

“yeah,” you breathed, stroking the back of his hair, trying to recompose yourself.

you two jolted up as you heard a loud pounding on the door, a guy’s voice shouting over the music from the other side. “it’s been more than fifteen minutes!” he yelled. you and matt both looked at each other, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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[momiamtired]

i think this world just plays sick jokes with me. i really dont think i will be able to survive if ill continue to live like this. its not that bad i mean i have water, food, house, im studying. its just that i know what i could have. its unfair. i cant believe how unfair this world is. i know some people struggle much more but tbh i cant give a shit ab other people right now. my mental health was awful even before going to this country but right now i just cant believe how awful this all idea with abroad education could be. i had so much hope of going to see my family this summer, to see my cat, my friends, my friends who are able to come to my country only this summer. i just want to be a kid again. i just want to be free again. i just want to be happy again. im tired of all of this im tired so so so much. i have my finals soon. i guess i wont be able to even smile at that period. i miss my previous life. i never thought this all could become like this, my mind is going crazy too. my dad had ocd and it inherited to me ig so i always struggled with anxiety. now my mind tries to explain everythhing that happens to me with some logic or pattern and it feels like im going crazy. i pray every night even tho i dont believe in god. its just my mind trying to tell me that this world can not be that cruel and 100% there is some explanation to what is happening to me. i remember last time i experienced something like this when i was 15 and war only started and i would sit all day in my phone constantly and i cried a lot. i hated my life there bc i didnt do anything except sitting in the phone all time and i lived like this for 2 month i believe? i guess the situation rn is not that bad. i play games with my friends, i have money and tasty food and i dont feel like a failure like i lfelt back there. it just for some reason when things start to get a tiny little bit better to me for some reason everything is ruining and things get so bad that i literraly want to kill myself. i may be too confidant saying this but i believe that if i get some more pressure on my life i will do it. i just cant keep living like this. i met a boy recently and everything was so good. it was one of little to no good moments i experienced here. then he started ignoring me. i have an awful self esteem, i never had a bf or been ignored by guys. i guess i see myself as absolute trash ugly cow and then for some reason be surprised seeing boys not paying me that much attention. then i got a letter that i need to do my biometrics. basically it means that i cant go home anymore. fuck there is car in front of my house i swear to god is this is my roommate i would believe that god is real and he is a fucking satan. i want to pee really bad too and my other roommate washing rn. with her bestfriend waiting for her in her room. i want friends too. she is listening to some pop music. i hate americans i wish they all could die. why some peopel experience what i experience and some of them live like this. i will never believe that she had troubles at least as bad as i had. i know it sounds like im some kind of a slave and pity myself but this is true. and i pity myself. i guess its normal to pity myself when the whole world is just fucking ur ass like a monster. anyways, i cant go back to my country(my only chanse of being happy in this year and the reason why i keep wking up), i hate myself, i hate my appearence, i hate all people around me, im jealous of all of them even when its something small, im failing all of my classes, i dont have friends, the only boy i thopught i was good enough for and we had a good time and i genuanly liked him just ignored me and i decided to give him another chance and we are supposed to meet tomorrow but he said he will tell me when yesterday at the evening or today in the morning and he didnt tell me anything so i guess i lost him too, i have severe anxiety, i have money anxiety?, i dont know english and every time i speak with someone i feel so embarresed bc i always thinks i did something wrong or said something so they think

[vcid-rvin]

I’m so overwhelmed and stressed out and just drowning. I need to figure out this birth control stuff, eyebrow and mri stuff, i need to figure out work comp and pt and my other doctor appointment, i need to switch insurance if I even can, resubmit that application for the insurance, but have to get my new id first but don’t have money for that. Don’t have money for the piercing. Need to to get the insurance so I can make dentist appointment cuz I’m falling apart and feel fucking disgusting and so disappointed in myself and my parents for not taking care of me in my youth and me not taking care of myself now, can’t afford that out of pocket and probably too late anyways, can’t get food stamps but can’t afford food, mama needs shots and vet check up and wet food and no money or time and I’m fucking letting her down she doesn’t deserve this or me or fucking anything like this. I’m literally fucking it all up. I still have to finish his Valentine gifts I’m sure that’s being taken personally I just have mo time and no energy I’m fucking disintegrating. I need body wash and hair product and dish soap not to mention the countless other self care things I’ve been going without for months, my cars going to die at any point I feel like, i need brakes and rotors, definitely need a new blower motor, sounds like a new timing belt as well and god knows what else, and FUCK i still have those other two or three parking tickets I don’t even remember how many now….and i need to be looking for other jobs and staying in top of that, calling them back and doing interviews. I have to keep up with my family and give them support and listen to them talk about their problems and help them, i have my own anxieties aboht my relationship and feel unheard and isolated and yet I’m still constantly thinking on how to do things for them or what they’re doing or thinking aboht or how to make their day better or fun stuff for us to do and I’m still not enough there, i can’t buy them fun surprises or take them anywhere lr do anything extra to spoil them how I want like they do for me I’m worthless compared to them, i can’t do anything without them, i don’t have any friends lr time to make any friends or even the anxiety level to handle a situation or interaction like that, i don’t have time for my fun hobbies like apex or animal crossing I really don’t have time and shouldn’t be playing dreamlight or even the cross stitch or crochet but i should be practicing piano or violin or becoming more proficient with glass blowing or rug making but no time and definitely no money I need to be studying and get my ged i need to be furthering my intelligence and knowledge and my career and i JUST SONT HAVE TIME OR MONEY IM DROWNIMG THIS IS TOO MUCH AND ITS NOT EVEN ALL OF IT I JUST CANT FUCKING GET IT TOGETHER I JUST NEED A BREATH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST ONE MINUTE LET SOMETHING WORK OUT SOMETBKNG BE GOOD PLEASEEEEEEEE

[scentedchildnacho]

I did get through text one to realize that those that hate God maybe are just people taught to follow a fake god instead of krisna they aren't actually satanists when they skelter around.....ohio everywhere and the very famous white instigator of mal conduct...mlk jr.....the other America....

Headlight skelters are not prakrti

The old man told me changing his sport channel to Spanish is a mean spic thing to do....so I thought about the Irish hispanic and peace mans allowance of vaccines.....

And told him I predict one day Spanish will be natives and southerners and it will mean aid groups finally arriving....your channel called you just the flu....and Spanish music is the good people....and you do need more medical care...

You dread hearing Spanish because allies have had to arrive and we were all getting very sick...

Destructive destructive and I start feeling like automatic movements and tourettes whimsical and that's so funny so fun if destructive

Yoni yoni yoni....my yoni is being telepathically summoned to an alien ship through Judy's tv

Well some people find depressive evidence really instigating of saying no more firmly

Your channel wouldn't finally take you to your TV not Judy's so Spanish Americans have had to arrive

Bugs they bugged people so Spanish has to arrive or you would die maybe of bug washes from military kids having to live in foreign compounds and truly needing drug deal strategy to survive

Military kids cannot control their feelings of scarcity and will kill people off to survive compound ration reduction...you cannot survive people from foriegn compounds alone without allies they were in Germany and their not like us though

Im sorry but sport is weird not all American right now it's weird to be around sport ..

Anyway that might be a really good sign of our liberation they may be finally could get across the border and all that the govenor is ted Bundy has maybe stopped razor wire ...

Their women and I don't want woman p.o.w. ever I hate that I really hate that

My Leiden class said The English Terrorist or The GQ that can mass murder by itself British colonial measures cannot really last forever they scare people with way more oil then expected and still too much fossil fuel abuse....but not really

Even if there is enough oil to keep battering everyone truth is I have never liked fascism....and more and more people choose sci Fi folk worlds

That's me about selfishness if people wanted me to scare people of end of the world no more petrol quickly differentiate in specialty I would do that type of prophetics because I'm tired of constant car bomb terrorist it's stupid bloody worthless and constantly cruel....

That's what this YouTube about the woke conspiracy said that after this stupid creepy repulsive nothing of excess fascism next year there won't be anything but black outs

When I think about jobs I do more notice people not prepared to have to know how to have horses and a wagon

If people are still a car there are truly not good jobs

The police say what is applicable to say at the time otherwise you can't really know what their actually strategizing they do have to work for a company....so

I need to emigrate public services like police never do anything I want so a different voter will kill me if I don't flee ...

People like me want a fire station police so if I go to Gods garage the cars are kicked out of the parking lot for a garden and park and rides established and they never enforce their own safety on site so I never really want to be around them

People can just go right up to buildings here with explosives in their trunk....

There are only a few places that force cult ho with the wrong practice for God to pay for parking if all parking had extensive rates life would be way better for these hoods

Im not sure how my militarys kids are doing my friends from high school I assume my grade school friends are fine their from the states if it's my friends that were stationed in Germany golum I don't know how long they were required to carry that power of a liminal state of bad behaviour without actually killing people but I suspect heyroth had to go to jail awhile maybe not....

I think with age if I eventually got a mentality then heyroth was not in good health....

Maybe she died of COVID she was really mean if people didn't see about her that her lung did collapse of COPD

That would be the self defense plea I would give heyroth that area of Wisconsin is very hard working spartan and very intensely physical and she got really bad copd without spiritual grandfather......so she did though hate everyone

[pisscreant]

hi! i live in canada im VERY familiar w the cold so here's some things off the top of my head please lemme know if u want anything more specific ok here goes:

-i find the nose gets cold before anything else. sometimes the first thing i feel when i wake up is how much colder my nose is than any part of me in the blankets, if it's cold enough outside you can actually FEEL your snot freeze inside your nose (its really itchy), its a good sign that someone's been out in winter recently if their nose is a little red

-snow comes in a LOT of different textures, sometimes it's very powdery and blows around everywhere, sometimes it's DENSE (good for packing into snowballs), often there's a thin crunchy layer on top and then a lighter layer under, lots of room to play

-for people with glasses, coming in from the cold usually involves several seconds or maybe even a minute or so where the lenses fog up from the sudden temperature change, and it gets really hard to see

-anywhere snow gets inside, it melts! most people tend to stomp off their boots outside right before heading in to catch the worst of it, and a lot of shoe racks have thicker mats with tall ridged edges underneath to keep the water in, but stepping on a puddly of icy water in your socks is still a hazard of the season (we call that getting a soaker here, but i think that's just local)

-anywhere that gets a lot of foot traffic and snow will inevitably get a lot of ice, as the people walking slowly melt down the snow which then refreezes overnight. we tend to put down salt on the sidewalks/walkways to combat this (the salt helps the ice melt down faster + now theres a little more traction when you step), and it leaves white salt stains on your boots you have to wash off

-i haven't heard of snow falling off a roof and killing anyone personally (although i dont doubt it could if there was enough of it), but as a kid i was CONSTANTLY hearing adults tell me to step away from being under roof edges because of ICICLES. they can get REALLY big and heavy, especially if it's warm enough to melt the snow in the day but still cold enough to refreeze it at night, and ive seen them rip out eaves, wreck cars, and cause concussions if people aren't careful

-after being outside for long periods of time, your skin tends to get a little numb. after coming back inside, as the feeling returns, your arms and legs get REALLY really itchy and red for a few minutes. i find hot showers usually help, but that can be a little risky since it's hard to feel how hot the water really is, which makes burning yourself a risk. eventually the feeling comes back and the redness fades, though, and then it's back to normal

hope any of this helps a little!

holy SHIT than you so much. these are details I'd never know about otherwise. esp the stuff with texture and how it feels on skin (and the nose freezing shit is a very distressing thought. Idk how yous deal with it). skin feeling numb makes sense since it happens when I touch ice but the idea of it being all over the skin is Something.

very handy insight and really drives home how primal and all-encompassing Shivers must be both as a spirit and a sensation Harry experiences. Also I will never complain abt my town's climate ever again.

#last statement is a lie i will probably go right back to whining about in within the week #srsly tho THANK YOU AGAIN!!!! #conversations tag #anonymous tag

[forestryfae]

literally everything has to be some kind of a deal and everything i do HAS to have a comment or criticism attached to it and i HAVE to be commented on constantly. i cant even fucking do my laundry 20:22 cus "isnt it a bit late" NO. THE DOOR SAYS 22:30 IS WHEN YOU CLOSE. why the FUCK cant i just be allowed to do ONE load of laundry at 8 in the evening without criticism and they cant even unlock the fucking door in the morning cus they just dont give a shit. i couldnt have done it earlier cus i was pissed at the staff because of that fucking "you cant have juice flavouring in your water at dinner" NEVR BEEN A RULE + there were SEVERAL people drinking soda at dinner onf riday and ive seen people drink energy drinks at dinner so what the FUCK is the problem. they even put out the flavouring on the dinne rtable yesterday and ive never heard that fucking rule BUT WHEN I DO SOMETHING its a problem and im the only one at fault apparently. meanwhile they cant even unlock the fucking door to the laundryroom so we can wash our fucking clothes without having to ASK THEM to open the door. WHAT. i have wednesday and friday off SPECIFICALLY so i can do laundry and ive been woken up with "good morning are you going to do laundry today it looks like you need to do it" and going downstairs and the door is fucking LOCKED. and then they changed the closingtime from 9pm to 22:30 and told NOONE, so every fucking rule is a guessing game of "am i allowed to do this or am i actually the worst person in the world because i shouldve just known this" and now i cant do laundry so ill have clean clothes for work tomorrow because apparently its "too late" and also fuck me i guess. everything i do is wrong. nothing can be a simple question or request that gets done, everything has to be a big deal

also fuck that girl i went to the store w last saturday, shes very nice and not a bad person but jesus christ it gets kind of grating to have to listen to her constantly comment on everything. they need to do this, they need to do that, this isnt how SHE would have done it and this isnt what SHES used to, why did you just this or that. well for starters i didnt just buy the candy i wanted from a different store cus we were AT ANOTHER STORE. was i supposed to just NOT buy candy? was i supposed to read her fucking mind and just know its slightly cheaper at this other store??? was i supposed to pour the candy out and run to the other store. not to mention we DID go to the other store and they had literally nothing. it was like two things i liked, the other had like 8 of them. not that id know either cus im not a psychic, and neither is she cus she commented on how little they had. i was lucky to even make it INTO the other store too cus the cunt sitting in front of me in the six seater wouldnt fucking move. its one of those minivans that have doors on both sides that go to both the back and the back-est seats but you have to clap the seats together and move them forward to get through. and she had the fucking audacity to go "you guys will have to go out through the other door if you want to go out" THERE WERE TWO GUYS WHO WERENT GONNA GO OUT OF THE CAR. FUCKING MOVE YOU BITCH. the others had already left the car and went inside the other store without me, wtf. and then she had the fucking audacity to ask if i could get through between the door and seat while she was sitting there when i was trying to get back in. OHHHH MY GOD how self centered can you get. "i do NOT wanna sit in the backseat" i dont give a shit. people have to sit in the back sometimes youre not special. unless you get physically ill you have no excuse. and since the roof had windows and those sunscreens they ofc removed them so the three of us in teh back got the sun in our eyes the whole fucking ride up and down. oh my god. can people just not think.

like im trying to keep my cool and not get mad at people cus it feels fucking ba dto get so annoyed and angry over relatively minor things but sometimes i just wanna bite peoples faces off. holy shit. can people just not think. i know were all inpatient and i know not everyones perfect but jesus christ. for just one second i wish people had the capability of selfreflection. i am constantly day ina nd day out monitoring myself so i dont fuck up and i try my best to not be rude or shitty to other people meanwhile its uncomfortable going into the livingroom because we have one guy whos allowed to sit in there and just fucking sulk and be cranky instead of staying in his fucking room until hes able to be around people without biting peoples heads off or sitting there scowling at people when theyre not even fucking talking to him we have that one girl who has zero respect for other peoples time and will gladly ask us to wait half an hour to start watching a movie cus she wants to join but needs to eat first then spends the whole half hour just sitting there talking to people then starting to actually make heer food WHEN WERE ALL GOING DOWNSTAIRS TO WATCH THE MOVIE, then making us wait another half hour so she can eat before changing her mind and the theres that fucking cunt who keeps fucking. i very clearly said to the staff that no, i hadnt been informed about the 9 am takeoff time for a three day trip, i hadnt heard any information about anything even though i asked for info. takeoff time was written literally two days before and i hadnt seen it because i was in my room the whole time feeling like shit. staff insists theyve informed everyone, i point out i havent been informed about anything, the guy just fucking interjects with "they wrote it on the board you shouldve checked" and somehow thats MY fault for not knowing. BUT TEH MILLISECOND some other motherfucker whos been here every day doesnt notice the plans that were made the weekends before and written WITH TIMESTAMPS on monday, the millisecond he didnt know about that on saturday thats a HUGE problem. poor guy didnt get to come along to something he was informed about several days earlier and thats a fucking problem but it was perfectly okay when i wasnt informed

#talkies