Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. you have to know that you're a good person and a good friend. what's meant to be will end up good & what isn't, won't. relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you cant be the only one fighting. at times, people need to fight for you. if they don't, you must just move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. hopefully, people realize great things when they come around & don't lose something real. always fight until you cant anymore, and then be fought for.
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just finished the new quinton reviews video about nicktoons unite and. like.
there was a version of this post i was going to make talking about my own personal nostalgia pings that were triggered by the video, but the ending of the video kinda put that aside for me bc… idk. i really just hope he’s doing okay….?
like. i love the long videos! i do! but i don’t love them just because they’re long. i find the summaries of the content he is analyzing both informative and hilarious. i think he does some really interesting and thoughtful analysis of the media he is examining. i think the themes/commentary he has which serve as the impetus for the videos to be insightful and worth thinking about, especially in the wake of his last few videos. and i truly appreciate his willingness to fully drop any bits or goofs or speculative veneer in order to address serious topics related to what he is discussing.
generally speaking… my heart really goes out to him, i guess, because yeah. he’s right. he very much Is just a guy, who happens to publish content reflective of the kinds of conversations you stay up until 3am talking to your friends about because you rewatched an old show you used to like, or had a kick of nostalgia for an old game, or found an old collection of comics on your bookshelf. and like! he’s just had a really shitty hand dealt to him recently! because he worked with his dad on this ENORMOUS video that then got nuked to hell by a greedy corporation, in the middle of hyping himself up to post a video in time to promote a plush (which i’m sure was really stressful to do bc of the previous plush)
like. dude’s just a guy. and personally i’d rather see him make stuff that he makes because he has passion for it, not stuff he makes out of obligation. but mostly i hope he can get some rest, rly, bc my god. last few years must have been a fuckin marathon.
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I pray you find a home in the heart that you have learnt to love. I pray it envelopes you in a way that it shelters you from the cold. I pray it tames the tides of your ocean. And most of all, I pray it proves you are worthy of the same love you've always known to pour.
-honeyliruh
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wide awake entire night
planned the next step in this fight
walking over to my chair
my soul is running out of air
blue pen, white paper and the reddest words
can't describe how much it hurts
all my golden words turn blue
as i write them down for you
all my thoughts are turning grey
i'm running out of words to say
i need words that sound much better
it's a love confession letter
no blue google results anymore
paper carpet on the floor
there ain't no word that's big enough
to carry all this burning love
-multasuntcausaebibendi (poem: love letter)
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When I say,I'd die rather than being tied. I mean it,what is life if not whole? If not yours? I believe,everyone is born free and no one shall take that away from them,not even the one who gave them birth,let your children fly freely in the sky,worrying is okay but don't let them be afraid of the dark sky or scroaching sun,teach them love,strength,care and acceptance. But all I see around is hatred and when I open my wings,"don't go too far" my mother blurts out. I understand her but I despise myself for understanding her. I count my every step as if I I'm walking away from her heart and I love her too well to cross it. So I stay,love cages us,I believe but it is the thing that too sets us free,for it teaches us to live,survive,it teaches us to change,it teaches us what is pain. And freedom and love can't go hand in hand; but what if I want both of them,together?
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You're starting to forget me,
starting to forget all moments I held high
It feels bad to think of it now,
But to be forgotten is maybe not that good of a feeling as I thought it was
Cuz if we had ended, I would have asked you to forget me
But to be remembered is something too special
Something maybe I am not made for
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62+27🙌🏾
#27: "no. regrets." & #62: "if you can't sleep... we could have sex?"
"you're up late."
"jesus," mickey jumps, nearly falling out of his seat. "you scared the shit out of me."
"sorry." ian plops onto the couch, and mickey tries not to think too much about how close his roommate is sitting next to him. "couldn't sleep, and i saw the light on in the living room. what're you watching?"
mickey turns towards the tv and shrugs. "just criminal minds."
"what an uplifting show to watch at one in the morning."
"it usually puts me to sleep, actually."
"hm." ian raises his brows. "are you sure you're not watching it for a certain someone?"
"i regret telling you that," mickey groans. "i just like reid's character, okay? plus, he's not even my type."
ian looks at him with curious eyes. "what's your type, then?"
hot redheaded alien-looking dorks, mickey wants to say. instead, he throws a pillow at ian's face, to which ian catches and tosses back at him. "don't have one, really. i'm fine with any dick up my ass."
"hm. not every dick," ian mumbles.
mickey's eyes widen. "what?"
"just saying," ian shrugs. "you've never made a move on me, and i have a dick. an above average one, actually, if i'm being honest."
"wh–where is this coming from?" mickey sputters. "you're saying you want us to fuck?"
"what i'm saying is," ian leans in close, warm breath caressing mickey's skin, "if you can't sleep, and i can't sleep, then we could do something together to occupy our time–"
before ian can finish his sentence, mickey catches him by surprise with a soft kiss, their lips slotting against each other hesitantly at first, then quickly deepening and insistent as their tongues intertwine in a fighting frenzy, heated and molten.
"show me this above average dick of yours, then," mickey breathes into ian's ear, and ian responds enthusiastically by dragging mickey to his room and slamming the door shut.
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afterwards, as they lie in bed together basking in the afterglow, sweaty and thoroughly spent, ian turns to face mickey and ghosts his fingers along mickey's arm.
"was... that okay?" he asks, quiet, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"gallagher," mickey brushes ian's hair back and smiles when he sees ian melting into his touch, "i've been wanting to do that since you moved in."
"okay, good," ian says, relieved. "i was scared you'd regret sleeping with me and kick me out of the apartment."
mickey snorts. "my only regret is not jumping your bones earlier."
"well," ian rolls over and straddles mickey, bracketing his thighs around mickey's hips, "we have a lot of time to make up for, then."
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