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noname-404s-blog · 9 months
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h3ll-k1tt3n · 4 months
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cuddles you in a possibly platonic turned romantic way
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darkacademiboy · 1 year
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I'm not good for you.
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awhoreintheory · 1 year
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Snowball's Chance in Hell
Lance had grown complacent with his situation. It had been around for so long it's no wonder, honestly. 
Middle school with bright orange braces? Yep, present. Highschool, without the braces, but instead constant growing pains? Also a resounding yes. 
If you hadn't guessed what he was talking about by now, it was his all-consuming crush on the one, the only, Keith Kogane. (which was 100% Keith’s fault. If he didn’t want people to fall soul-crushingly in love with him, why was he just so damn lovable?) 
Point was, it had finally become an issue. Lance has almost blurted out a confession at least three times today, and at least seventeen times this week alone. And Lance? He is ok with being the butt of a joke, if anything, he's accustomed to it. But being the butt of the joke, “Oh, ha ha, Lance fell in love with his best friend and rival!" didn't sound very appealing, and neither did the chance that it might make Keith uncomfortable. 
Sure, Keith was, without a doubt, gay. That man was no straighter than Allura’s parallel parking. But Keith? In love— no, even fucking liking Lance of all people? Not a snowball's chance in hell.
Lance sighed. Gosh. It was so hard loving someone so much. Seriously! The amount of calories Lance probably burns thinking (fantasizing, one might even say) was truly ridiculous. How no one had picked up on his dreamy sighs and swooning eyes and called him on his bullshit was surprising. Or, maybe, the fact Lance actively flirted with anything that could give consent— his heart belonging to another or not— because, be honest, who would think you have a crush on one of the many people you flirt with on a daily basis? 
But here Lance is. Stuck on the back of Keith's motorcycle, (that he built himself, how freaking cool is that?) getting ready to leave their college campus. Was Lance possibly, maybe, tipsy? It’s a possibility, that’s for sure! A possibility that was not his fault! Some douchebag slipped something into the orange juice in the cafeteria, and Lance loved his orange juice. Best thing on this earth. And— yeah you get it, Lance drank a lot of it and was less than sober. 
"Keeeiiiithhhh…" Lance whined nuzzling into the back of Keith’s neck, wiggling and shifting where he sat. It was just so hot and uncomfortable. 
“‘M waaaarmmmm… An’ you’re hoooot …” Keith snorted, revving up his engine and turning around to fight Lance’s helmet on. 
“Thanks Lance, didn’t know you thought that way about me— put the damn helmet on, you twat!” Keith’s sly (but not incorrect) statement set something off in Lance’s tipsy mind from where he wrestled the motorcycle helmet away. 
“I don’ wanna wear it!” Lance whined, pushing the helmet away. 
“Lance, you have to wear it! I have to wear one too!” Keith pushed back, and honestly it was sad how he was losing a wrestling match against someone who was tipsy and slighter than him. 
Lance suddenly leaned in really close, so close in fact their noses’ brushed. “I wanna wear you.” 
There was a long and heated pause, Keith physically unable to breath, feeling as though the air was punched out of him. Lance’s eyes darted down, and Keith felt his own eyes to the same. Lance’s lips looked soft, if not a little red from where he was chewing on them. Keith’s own lips felt as dry as his mouth did right now. Lance leaned forward, eyes glued to Keith’s lips, getting closer… and closer… and just a bit closer, and their lips—
Lance let out a surprised shout as the helmet was shoved on, pouting as Keith turned back around swiftly. 
“Keep the helmet on.” Were Keith’s last words before he took off, forcing Lance to latch on so he didn’t go flying. Not that Lance was complaining, but Keith’s heart certainly was. 
The damn thing was just about ready to beat out of his chest. Because— that was flirting, right? Lance was flirting with Keith? Well, Lance is always flirting, but never like that. It’s usually akin to playful banter, but this time— it was different. Keith knows Lance, ok, they’ve been friends since middle school, and that was not normal for him. 
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volttrashz · 3 months
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Feel like i have a lot of chest hair...along with a happy trail. Can't tell if that's a bad thing or not. Should I shave it off? 😭
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sarayamarie · 1 year
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I've always had this feeling of being unwanted. In general I think people would be fine if I weren't there. They wouldn't mind and it wouldn't bother them. But sometimes I also think they would be better off if I weren't there. They wish I weren't there. Why couldn't I just leave.
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secretharmonystuff · 1 year
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I really wish I wasn't falling apart this quietly, perhaps if I made noise I could be saved
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mandy-faith-502 · 8 months
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How do people, like actual people, just go out and make friends with other actual real life people?
Like it just doesn’t make sense to me and my anxiety-ridden brain. I can’t even step foot outside of my house. I barely manage work most days. But to actually just be out… like randomly and just run into someone and become friends??
I don’t understand
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yourslaviceyeliner · 1 year
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the urge to read hamlet for the 1027349812374 time this week just to feel something
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noname-404s-blog · 8 months
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thicclemonss · 1 year
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can we talk ab how difficult it is to work retail - everyday I regret waking up
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darkacademiboy · 1 year
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I feel so stupid.
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the-marxist-mash · 1 year
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You guys still like me right 👉👈
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its-just-me5 · 1 year
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I'm starting to notice a very bad change inside of me: I had very few people that meant the world to me, but we couldn't see each other that often, and usually it'd be me who'd initiate contact... we always had a great time together and it was never like I'm a burden to them... but lately... I'm starting to resent them (this fact alone makes me wanna cry, cause I know they're great and I love them), because I feel that they don't need me as much as I need them..in fact I think they don't need me at all.. they just enjoy the company but nothing's missing if i'm not there... so if I stop reaching out will we ever see each other again?
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Absence
I remember those nights laying next to you
You soft, hot breath on mine as you slept
I miss those moments- not because of you
But because it made me feel wanted, kept
Even if it was possession, I was your baby
Laying next to you with an arm on your waist
With goodnight kisses and, "I love you, baby"
Now, I lay in the same bed frame, all a waste
I miss the warmth, sleepy twitches, your voice
The staying up and giggling, finding it out
I felt safe as you slept, like I had a choice
But you betrayed me, what was that about?
Soulmates, you said, with later audacity
You begged me to take you back, forgive you
I was in the country, hurt there and in the city
And you knew I had broke, then asked to forgive you
How could you? It doesn't matter now
But I still miss the warmth of a lover
Never you, not anyone, but everyone. How?
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