#oversharing my life

[ruporas]

revisiting a memory

#kingdom hearts #roxas #roxas kh #cue dearly beloved #a tune i'll never forget for the rest of my life actually #i could Overshare so much of my memories about kh in these tags but i think i will refrain #its so embarrassing but. #yeah. im just posting some kh work ive done awhile back... there was a particular time during the summer #where i was just rereading the 358/2 days novel #and roxas has always shined as a character to me. and most people who got obsessed over kh2 the moment it came out #and maybe its just me who when rereading the 358/2 novel got particularly focused on the perspective of axel and xion's bc it wasnt as #explored in game but #seeing roxas' actions and emotions pour through from another person's lens #like axel's and xion's. man. he's just so genuine and always has been and it's so clear the one thing he wants :( #im RAMBLING again but i love kh #anyway #gk posting soon #ruporas art

[songsintheattic]

thinking about all my friendships in the last ten years, those that have lasted and those that didn't, i've noticed one constant: people who have healthy boundaries by far make the best friends. people who simply won't let you be too much because they don't want it.

the other major thing is that overgivers are actually much worse to be around than selfish people. especially if you are an overgiver yourself.

it's easier to see things aren't working when you're dealing with a selfish person, but two overgivers get really enmeshed in a horrible way. and you almost can't even back track once you've let it get that far

so if you're worried about setting boundaries and having people not like you keep that in mind. it's the only way to have healthy relationships that actually last. people pleasers are not actually pleasing anybody lol

#and im not even really a people pleaser #i just used to be so desperate for any type of connection that i would throw everything i had into it #to try to earn affection #that is how i know I've grown a lot in the last few years #i used to overshare so bad because i just saw any type of intimacy as a good thing because it was so lacking in my life #and now i can just see those bids for connection and walk away like no i actually don't have to become an important person in your life

[albatris]

either today was a bizarre fluke or this new medication is going to be a gamechanger

#if this is my life from now on I'm unstoppable #so powerful #started low dose naltrexone for energy purposes #i got up at 7 and stayed awake (voluntarily!!!!) for the whole day until now #11pm #i had time for a nap between shifts and i didn't take it!!!! by my own volition!!!! #i knitted and read a book!! i went to an appointment!! #i felt NORMAL tired!!! which i havent felt for almost a decade!!! #i could FUNCTION!!! #it couldve been a fluke but I'm really hoping it wasn't #this is the first time ive felt hope re: chronic fatigue since high school lol #i did feel tense as hell and had heart palpitations a bit though so better keep an eye on that #yes i overshare on the internet what of it

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Went through some biker instas for research to get some specific mannerisms down for my mechanic fic and, unfortunately, I got distracted and have fallen in love with several faceless bikers-

#this is a hell hole i'm never getting out of #fun fact; been meaning to get my own bike license but then adhd happened at if i were to get ANY license i need to report i #am on meds and bc my meds (can) affect my responses it's ehh.. dangerous #so that was a bit of a life goal ruined #anyway wow oversharing??? #but therefore i'll be making mechanic/biker!Sihtric extra spicy ok #((i wish Danas would get a bike license but his meds affect his response time ever worse 🥲))

[sophiethewitch1]

writing my first reader with self confidence but they are also passively suicidal so you know you win some you lose some

#sophie speaks #i just dont like writing mentally capable readers #i cant imagine a world where i am fully sane honestly #because i was ~born wrong~ (its really just level 2 needs autism) #i mean ive been fucked up since at least 9 years old so #i love the DSM 5 its such a funny thing. what do you mean there are people in my head and have been there for most of my life #thats crazy dawg #again with the tmi #i just really enjoy oversharing on tumblr #its not like im gonna tell anyone irl about this stuff #i already look enough like a serial killer #which i am not btw

[nordidia]

do you think the turtles have any phobias or anything like that maybe stuff that grosses them out

well as a projector enjoyer i think ur fav turtle has ur phobias u wanna give them by law

as for me, i project my trypanophobia and fear of clowns onto raph LMAO

as for like... stuff beyond projection and like for waht i maybe think about from the show/movie,, i think they each have their own specific fear/things that freak them out, many things, as is normal. but nothing thats like severe enough to name specifically?

just like... normal discomfort around alot of specific things, each their own... i cant reallty think of any specific things

as for severe phobias, other than mikey being scared of paranormal stuff, donnie and beach balls, and raph and rabbits/puppets, im unsure if i headcanon anything specific like that outside of any like.. self-indulgence

#yeah yea i knnow "how can u have phobia of needles but have piercings and tattoos bla bla bla #BECAUSEEE ITS DUE TO MEDICAL TRAUMA . NO PIERCER HAS EVER HELD ME DOWN AND FORCED ME TO GET A SEPTUM #oversharing o'clock but its ok im comfortable talking abt it tbh #i actually took a needle for the first time in 10+ years in 2022 i am so proud of myself #conciously i mean. i used to have to be put under to do blood tests #but piercings and tattoos are way different. first of al the needle goes through instead of in / only pierce skin #idk #i can talk about this for hours actually #its a big part of my life #and its not like a normal amount of fear btw #i have blacked out and punched doctors and hid under tables and ran out of doctors offices screaming. and repressed almost all those memori #anwayy #asks!

[siflshonen]

Every time a new animated series makes it big on here it births not the wildest discourse, but the most revealing and insightful cross-section about the psychology of the particular hater posting it

#I saw your bad su takes honey I know all about your mommy issues #I saw your hazbin hotel discourse I know all about how you feel the need to overshare about your sex life #I saw your bad BNHA takes baby I know about your victim complex #sugarpie! I don’t need to read your she ra discourse to know you have no goddamn grace for other people #you guys are like my very bestest friends. I know everything about you. #I know more about your secrets than my own

[aucupariaart]

Okay, okay... Hear me out.

Little seraphim Cora, right? Playing doctor with chopper then he remembers law being a doctor as well and drags law to play with them.

Of course law couldn't say no to that cute lil' seraphim face, right?

#trafalgar d water law #donquixote rosinante #tony tony chopper #seraphim!rosinante au #one piece #one piece fanart #sorry it took so long #I might have started a new project #and I mainly work on that right now #funfact: the blood pressure? The first number is my regular blood pressure #my second number is usually way higher than that but Law doesn‘t have that #dont worry about me though I’m currently in the process of finding out what to do about that #sorry for oversharing #it just takes up my life right now

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

tw vent (mostly in tags)

Ah yes, the violent thoughts of revenge are back

#I straight up missed most of first period cause i was stuck daydreaming about killing him #My life was over before it began #he's the fucking reason i had to live in poverty instead of having a good happy childhood or some shit #theres so many things people take for granted #even middle class #i could have never been homeless (I am still greatful that this year i have a place to stay) #even then the place im at #they said we had to stay there for less than 6 months #6 fucking months #im feeling stressed the fuck out #but i really want to be optomistic #i want to be happy #but its getting hard as shit #especially knowing all the things i've missed out on #i dont want to overshare everything #especially online #but #im going to find him #and i swear on my life im going to kill him #and if i cant to that #i will ruin his life #i will publish his name #i will tell everyone everything about him #i will mention every fucking thing #he's hired a fucking investigor once on me and my fam #so it shouldnt be hard to do the same to him #so far i know his fb #and linkdin profile #and that was just me googling his name #i also know what university he goes in

[applesontheground]

Hey! Ik this is weird and all but can you write about Patrick Bateman cheating on you with a random person and y/n finds out and leave Patrick for Paul Allen and Patrick doesn’t like that so he stalks y/n everyday and then one day kill Paul Allen?

ooh, okay! i really liked this prompt ngl... i hope you enjoy it as much as i did thinking it up lol!!

always coming and you'd never have a clue 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 1,323 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader

contains canon typical/hints of violence, A LOT OF INFIDELITY, implied stalking+paranoia, phone sex, masturbation, as always patrick bateman comes as his own warning

🎼: x

Calling this a rebound was an understatement, and you realized that the more people you slept with from the same firm, the harder it would be to get out as a whole. Still, you had to move on, and the first step to doing that was to snuff whatever this had become between you and Paul Allen.

Fidelity was not a game many people liked to play. It didn’t take someone who worked within Pierce & Pierce to know that. Across the street, you fiddled with PR disasters that had fallen from grace and came from all directions, stumbling into your hands from those who had no place to be in the public eye. The fact you still found out the inner workings of your neighbors’ social caste was rather funny, almost fitting, but what could you say?

You knew people. You knew them well.

It had started with the affair with VP Patrick Bateman, someone who was anything but what he seemed on a surface level. You wouldn’t think that those profane thoughts – sick desires of his that drowned any normalcy in his mind and alienated him from the world at large – would be his most striking feature. Even now, you hadn’t spoken in two months and his voice still hung in your mind. It was as though he haunted the streets you walked to and from home and the workplace.

Always out of sight, you’d glance over one shoulder and the reflection in the window would startle you. Most mornings, you could still imagine the angle of his jaw, the lifeless brown eyes that made you cringe in a secondhand terror that intrigued you all the same. You’d never say it aloud, but he still brought a strange side out of you. As though you had to keep reigning back into what made you human, reminding yourself of ‘standards’.

Not enough standards to keep from sleeping with Allen, but nonetheless a line that you had to insist on until it was true.

How Paul had known things were on the rocks with Bateman, you weren’t sure. Word got around almost as easy as everyone seemed to cheat on each other, especially when it was part of your job to know others’ business. In the context of your work, you realized a client was in hot water for also being charmed by that well-kept smile, and those pristine features that had strung you out all the same. It was what brought you to hold stifled breath in your throat from one too many cocktails on a Friday evening, an invitation for Allen to stroll up and ask what you were doing letting yourself have a night alone.

It should’ve been the first sign something went sideways when he hadn’t been at work for a few days. There’d be no luck trying to pry the details from his coworkers, seemingly unable to hold a conversation that wasn’t about personal gain or how nice you looked that particular day. You knew the glassy eyes, the ‘He’s just out of town, went on business to London for the week. Did you see what happened with…’

The phone rang at your desk, making you throw your current paper packet down and hover over its cradle for a second with a careful hand. Half-convinced it would be the police wanting to question when you had last seen him, likely hearing you had slept with him just a few nights prior, you picked it up.

“[Y/N] [L/N], PR consultant. How can I-”

“Did you hear that I killed him?”

He didn’t even let the façade rest in the receiver as he spoke to you. The first time in two months. You couldn’t deny that honest twinge that you rarely heard from anyone this side of the block. It wasn’t necessarily afraid, but it trembled to have heard you had actually spoken, and that you were hanging on long enough to stay on the line. You swallowed hard, giving a cautious glance to your closed office door as you asked, “B-Bateman?”

“[Y/N], I couldn’t stand the way he thought he had you around his finger. I knew he didn’t, and I’m positive that you know it too. I showed him what that really meant to get a one-up on me. I fucking murdered him, and I loved every goddamn second of it.”

That terror gripped you right in the stomach, like your muscles pressed it into your spine while you adjusted in your chair. Forgetting the passing coworkers outside, the blinds half-closed so they wouldn’t see anything besides your downcast eyes at your desk, you sucked in a breath and realized this fear was making that muscle within your core also clench together, stimulating that part of you had hidden away.

“...H-How did you do it?” You asked, wedging your shoulder up to hold the phone while your hand traveled underneath the desk. With a sharp breath, he chuckled on the other end. “I knew you’d understand, [Y/N]. You see, I took an axe, made sure it was perfectly set in my hands, and...well, I threw it straight into his back. Simple maneuver, got him right where I wanted.” His trained tone, still between deep breaths in order to keep from going manic and drown in laughter, your nails gently scratched against your thigh. Not yet, he has to take it further.

A stifled cough made your eyes snap ahead again, realizing you weren’t the only one thinking about it. The next exhale was a thoughtful hum, just close enough to recognize it wanted to be a moan. “I thought about you, the way I wish I could rub all that blood over you.” He sighed shakily again, “And you know what, [Y/N]? I know I could make you lose it. More than Allen ever would, anyways.”

“Lose it, hm?” Your voice hit a lower note, one of less lust and more thoughtful fascination. Something you wore so well with him, and he would never admit it but it compelled him to keep going.

“Believe me. I'll show you what a real heathen looks like.” A sharp wince, one you knew came from him holding his cock in a vice less of a disciplined lover and more akin to a meticulous killer, sounded before he then asked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Bateman, are you touching yourself right now?” You prodded despite knowing too well. You swallowed hard, and brought your voice to a murmur to show your own soft spot, hand clasping your sex and giving it a generous rub, “Because even after being with Allen, he really couldn’t do it like you. You know that, too, so stop a-”

He only responded with another question. “What are you doing after work?” It was almost like he was snapped out of the trance, being caught making the mask of sanity fall back into place in the possibility of vulnerability; his own flaws unable to swallow him if he simply overpowered them. Before you could answer, he insisted, “Meet me at 7PM. At the penthouse, and don’t you dare go out.” He inhaled deeply again, “If you do, I’ll fucking find you. Do you understand me?”

You asked yourself if this was really about to happen. This was his peak of what you knew of him: he only asked questions to create an illusion to you, make you feel like you had a choice. “Sure thing, Bateman.” You replied, and you heard him hang up before the last syllable of his name left your mouth.

It was enough to get you to take your coat and stand from your desk, and then flex your thigh muscles to hide the way your legs were shaking from the force. Teasing yourself only made your will weak, your ability to rationalize slip. 

When you caught the glimpse of yourself in the window again, you almost imagined another face looking back at you.

#patrick bateman x reader #slasher x reader #requests #slasher requests #slasher fanfiction #notsfw #✏️ #💼 #also never apologize for 'weird' requests i LOVED doing this for you!! hope i served your idea justice!! #not to overshare but this became hideously cathartic to write due to personal events in my life. that is all.

[becca-e-barnes]

Becca Sweetheart, I'm just thinking about Lee with a housewife kink but also with a breeding kink. Like the though of him coming home to you (perhaps you've made him a nice dinner after his long day at work?) and spending the evening showing you exactly how he's going to make you a mommy. I just think this man would go crazy to see you carrying his child.

🍑 Anon

My head hurts and the only cure is some filthy breeding from Lee 👀

Lord, I have to say, I love the thought of Lee wanting to start a family as soon as you both can, I feel like it suits him really well?

And I adore the thought of him coming home from work some evening, totally unable to hold back. He's seen you standing at the stove wearing a pretty little sundress he picked out for you, his dinner is ready and waiting but it's the last thing on his mind in that moment.

"Hi baby! How was your day?" God, you're so bright and chirpy, the most genuine smile on your face because you're just genuinely happy to have your husband home again. It makes his heart soar and his dick harden and it just reminds him how perfect you are.

"It was fine, sweetheart. Is it okay if we let dinner simmer for a bit?" He shrugs off his jacket and sets his keys on the counter, bypassing your lips in favour of sucking on your neck instead.

His mouth is hot and insistent because clearly, this has been on his mind all day. "Y-yeah, that's fine." Your voice is barely louder than a whisper when his teeth start nipping at your skin.

"You stop takin' those birth control pills like we talked about?" Fuck, of course you did. You haven't taken your birth control in about 2 weeks after a lengthy conversation that this would probably be the best time to start trying for a baby.

"Yeah, Lee. Haven't taken any in a while." You hear him groan against your skin at the confirmation, his hands squeezing your hips over your dress.

"Good. I'll maybe give you your little baby tonight. How does that sound, huh? You want me to make you a mommy?" Oh, that sounds far too thrilling and truthfully, it's all you really want.

"Please. Please give me a baby." He groans again, low and desperate. He's more than happy to. In fact, he needs nothing more.

It doesn't take him long to scoop you up and carry you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed before layering his body on top of yours, kissing you with a passion he wasn't even aware he was capable of. Something in him needed this more than he realised. His sweet little wife was fertile and desperate for a baby. For his baby. And everything in him wanted to ensure he gave you one.

"You better take a good look in the mirror over the next few months, honey." He pulls back and takes his belt off, barely registering that you'd already begun working to undo the buttons of his shirt. After a second, both are discarded. "Won't be too long before you start showing."

You didn't expect to like this the way you do. It's almost indescribable because this isn't just some spur of the moment idea or some filthy little fantasy. It's the start of your family with the love of your life and somehow, that makes it even hotter.

"You think I'll look pretty like that? With my belly all round, carrying your baby?" Shit, he can't control himself when you say things like that. With very little fuss, he flips the skirt of your dress up, tugging your wet little panties to the side, sliding his dick into you with a groan.

"You'll look fuckin' gorgeous like that. Maybe I should keep you that way. Just fill you up with baby after baby. You'll never need those birth control pills again. I'll keep you waddlin' round the house with a baby in your tummy. Swear you even feel different. Now this little pussy's fertile, I swear you're wetter for me. How's a man even meant to pull out of that? You've got Heaven between your legs, sweetheart."

Neither of you last awfully long but you couldn't be expected to. After he's done feeding you dinner, he's got all damn night.

#asks answered <3 #🍑 anon #becca writes spice #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader smut #*cries* when is it my turn to get railed by lee #I am past the point of giving shits today #I'm writing pure fucking filth #take it or leave it #I ordered some pretty lingerie today #I talk about everything else in my life in these tags so I might as well keep oversharing #it's very pretty #I got a red set #and a white set with black flowers #but more importantly #my tiktok fyp might be getting too specific #I got one of those videos that was like 'you're about to be in a long term relationship' #'someone is rushing in to ask you on a date or have a reunion with you' #and earlier a guy I haven't spoken to in years messaged me out of the blue #and back in the day we were going to go on a date and things just didn't work out #he was a good study partner though #he always had this weird superiority thing though? He always thought he was better than the rest of us in the class #I would like to humbly point out that I did in fact graduate with a higher classification than him 😏 #keep your long term relationship #I have no desire for that shit rn #I'm just out of one and I do NOT want another any time soon #I'm just enjoying doing what I'm doing

[ebbarights]

my primary coping mechanism is just saying "that's so roman-coded of me" whenever i notice something's off about me

#me changing the subject when my friends ask me about my life by making inappropriate jokes: i'm just like roman #okay. i'll stop before i wildly overshare again #succession

[darcyolsson]

actually we should gameify my personal spiralling:

welcome to ivicky: the special game show episode. this week on ivicky, vic (me) is scared she will maybe get dumped next week because the guy she's been dating for 3 months said he wanted to "talk about us" the last time they saw each other. there's no real indication he's going to dump her, and things have been going very well, but vic remembers him implying that the last time he ended things with a situationship he also failed to give proper prior indication, and now vic is scared.

what do YOU think is going to happen? vote on your phones NOW!!!

if the correct option wins i will share with you a picture of my cat. and if an incorrect option wins i will delete my blog. just kidding i have been unable to log out for almost a decade straight so i cant do that but the spirit is there

#personal #also to those out of the loop ivicky is just what tay (beloved mutual) dubbed my endless love life oversharing in 2020 #and it just stuck. so now i call it ivicky <3

[chaoticdesertdweller]

Blue Jay Motel

Salem, Virginia

#photography #life #original photographers #my photos #childhood memories #salem #virginia #rural america #rural #small town america #rural appalachia #we used to swim in the pool #my mom had an affair here #years later i was on the run from the law with my ex-husband and stayed here #memories #me #oversharing #sorry #motels #vintage motel #still in business #neon sign #out of order

[oliviatexts]

watching the grand final performance and eating oddlygood dreamy piña colada is actually the best way to celebrate the anniversary of my obsession

#i’m getting a little emotional ngl #anniversaries always make me feel weird #like wow my life has changed so much since then #i had an amazing summer last year and i will always always connect it with käärijä’s music #although the person i spent majority of it with isn’t in my life anymore #i’ll cherish those memories forever #he was such a huge part of my life for the last year and yes i’m aware how crazy and parasocial this sounds #but i’ll be forever thankful for him #i went to fucking finland!! by myself!! because of him!! #and i had no idea what i was getting myself into even #it was supposed to be just a chill evening with friends but i got home at 6:30am with a new hyperfixation #forever grateful for what the past year has brought me 🫶 we’ve gone through so much #a year ago i wouldn’t have believed i’d subscribe to the onlyfans of a finnish rapper #no idea if anyone is even reading this but i feel like rambling right now #oversharing on tumblr dot com #käärijä #jere pöyhönen #i miss the eurovision era SO MUCH. truly the best time of my life

[hxhhasmysoul]

wouldn't it be nice if the author of the fics finished them. the author is me.

#vent #for the last 4 months my life has been in stupid crisis mode #like constantly #from major ones where i had to move out for a while because it was impossible to stay where i lived #to not being able to use my kitchen for over a week #and like other more or less minor house related stuff that made it impossible for me to use something normally #not a single week without something like that or shit at work which is constantly being so fucking chaotic #and now someone died in my family #not someone very close but i liked them #and of course like feeling sad that they are gone can't be the only thing #because it has to come with the headache of i need to travel for their funeral and it's just before easter #so there's no one in this city to leave my dog with #because most of my friends either live abroad or have cats or are busy before easter.. #i'd just want a week where nothing happens #and like the writing is weighing heavy on me #because i miss it #also i wish i could finish something #i wish something good would happen that i could feel proud off #also because i'm mentally ill and fucking stupid when i was going crazy with my kitchen not working and work shit #i bought new furniture #because after 15 years i've finally had enough money to buy some that aren't fucking black and inconvenient and ugly #which is like a huge project and a crisis i brought onto myself #just because i was too burnt out to write #and i wanted something nice to happen to me #like a nice living space that doesn't make feel like i have no ownership over it because everything in it was some else's choice #and that old furniture was bought by my mother and my brother ages ago and it's handmedowns #and my fucking horrible mother feels personally slighted that i want to get rid of a bed that is broken #because my brother's kids jumped on it regularly when they used to visit pre covid #yeah it's been broken that long because i lost all my savings during covid and had to change careers to a souless pointless corpo job #long pathetic whine and overshare over