#she's everything that i am. or that i at least wish to be.
Hello! Could you please do a prohero!husband!deku x reader after an argument and deku is apologizing for blowing up at his wife after a long day? BTW I love your works!!
It's been a Long Day.
Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader
Izuku walked through the door with a heavy sigh. He used his foot to close the door as he entered your shared apartment. His shoulders dropped at the fact that he was back home. He honestly was only looking forward to coming back here. He trudged past the entranceway, slipping off his shoes and putting on his slippers.
He started walking when he heard your voice.
"Izuku!" You let out, your head peaking out of the kitchen with a smile. He mustered a gentle smile for you despite not being in the mood. "You're back."
"I am." He answered back as he shuffled into the kitchen where you were busy.
"That's great! Because Mrs Hinata called and she wanted to know about the opening about the Little Heroes school and how we wanted to set up the dorm rooms." You started talking as he watched you just about finish lunch. He had gone to work at some unholy hour of night (or morning) and was only coming back now from a 18 hour shift. "I was thinking we can have two children in one room or do you think separate rooms are better?"
Izuku blinked, still not up to speed with what you were talking about. "Uh.."
"Do you think yellow is a good enough colour?"
"Well..."
"Who am I kidding, green is fine. Green, white, gold and black. Our colours should be fine. We can keep the girls rooms predominantly gold and white, and the boys rooms black and gold. Fine with you?"
"I guess-"
"Also Mr Fujita called about Angelica-Nina's vet bills."
Suddenly Izuku felt a headache. He bit back a groan as he put his a hand to his temple. It had been bothering him all morning and Lord knows he could use a nap. Normally he got headaches when he was drained or tired. "Hey sweetheart..." He started with his eyebrows furrowed. "Can we talk la-"
"He said that he sent you the bill but the pet insurance should cover at least sixty percent of that." You told him what you were told from the vet about your pet rabbit. You set out the dumplings, checking if they were ready.
Izuku scratched the back of his head. "I saw his email."
"Great! Your mother also called, she wanted to know whether or whether not we're coming over tomorrow? She's hosting the Bakugous remember?"
"The Bakugous? Then why is she asking us to come?" He asked as he moved to drop his bag on the table. He leaned back against the counter.
You paused for a moment before turning to look at him. You tilted your head confused. "Because she wants to? What's wrong with the Bakugous?"
Izuku let out a soft cynical chuckle as he kept his eyes closed. "What's wrong with the Bakugous? Well, nothing other than the fact that they are your ex's parents."
You paused as you grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands clean. "Yah, but they're good people they're very nice."
Izuku felt another pang of a headache hit him. He frowned. "No, Masaru is a good person, Mitsuki still wishes that you were with Katsuki."
You thought for a second. "No she doesn't."
"Yes she does."
"No, she doesn't."
"Y/N-"
"Izuku, the Bakugous and I are good friends. They designed our outfits for one of the galas we went to this year. I don't see what's the problem."
He sighed. "I-"
"Also you promised me that you'd make sure that you would fix the drawer upstairs." Another pang hit his head making him suck in a breath. He needs to lay down. He bit back a groan, everything feeling so loud. "I thought you'd get it done. And what about the rooms, you still haven't answered me on that. The opening is in two months and-"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, Y/N, COULD YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING FOR LIKE 5 SECONDS PLEASE!" He shouted putting a hand to his head as he turned away from you for a moment.
He closed his eyes as he took a moment to let his headache subside. He took a deep breath before exhaling. It took him a moment before he finally felt like he could function again. He let out a sigh as he opened his eyes.
However you weren't there anymore. You were gone, out of the kitchen, leaving him alone. "Y/N?" He asked confused as he looked around. He didn't hear your voice answering him. He looked around for a moment. He paused when he realised he had blown up at you. He closed his eyes with a sigh. "Y/N! Y/N come back! I'm sorry." He apologised as he moved around to try and find you.
He didn't hear your steps going up the stairs so he knew you were still downstairs. He looked around, looking through open doors until he finally found you sitting in the rabbits' room, holding Valentino-Nino in your lap. The brown rabbit sat safely there allowing you to pet him.
Izuku stood at the doorway. "Y/N. I'm sorry." He apologised. You didn't respond. "I didn't mean it. Can you please not ignore me."
"I thought you wanted me to stop talking." You let out lowly.
Izuku turned around to put his back against the doorframe. He took a moment as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. "I'm sorry. I just had a long day and I've had this throbbing headache for the past few hours. I didn't mean to lash out at you like that." He said truthfully. You could hear how drained he was in his voice and you knew it was unlike Izuku to lash out at you even when he disagreed with you or was angry.
You looked down at your pet rabbit who had moved his head so that you would scratch under his chin. You sighed. "I'm sorry about your headache." You said softly as you looked down away from him. "I know you work so hard and I wasn't being considerate. I was just so excited to have you back home. I'm sorry."
Izuku's shoulders dropped as he looked down at you. He shook his head. "No sweetheart, no I'm sorry." He said seriously as he crouched down to sit down in front of you. He put a hand on your knee and you looked up to him. "You don't have to apologise. I love it when you're excited to see me and want to talk to me. Truly I do. You're the one easy thing in my day, my love." He gave you a genuine smile. "I just... it's been a long day."
You gave him a gentle smile. You pat his leg. "You should go freshen up and eat something so you can nap. I'm sure your headache is just because you're tired. They're just the body's way of saying we need rest or something's wrong" Your advice made Izuku sigh with a nod.
"That would be great."
You reached forward and placed a kiss on his face. "Okay."
-Glitch1d
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After seeing about 50 'Dumbledore is evil' and 'everything is Dumbledore's fault' and 'but why didn't Dumbledore did this or the other' posts in a row, I find myself wishing Dumbledore just fucked off to somewhere nice and sunny in '81, early retirement (or is it early if he's already 100?) and washed his hands off magical Britain entirely.
Some of y'all sound like Fudge with your Dumbledore bashing. I wish, at least, Dumbledore would have left when Fudge and that corrupt as hell Ministry did their best to ruin his name and his image.
Pack up his ancient shit and move to a nice beach somewhere, with his pet bird and a huge bag of candy.
This way, my man Voldemort could have won in like five minutes, and Harry would be dead, Voldemort would rule supreme, Bella would keep being the queen she is, and my little Voldemort shaped heart would be happy.
But no, Dumbledore stayed, orchestrated Voldemort's downfall by giving Harry step by step instructions, gave up his own life in the process, made sure Harry would keep his, because apparently that's what 'evil men' do instead of retiring in comfort.
Not only Harry wouldn't have survived without Dumbledore, but he most likely wouldn't even exist without Dumbledore. Because, you know, this evil man is also the one that took down another dark lord back in the day; if Grindelwald would have won, there would be no Lily, most likely. Thus no Harry.
But yes, go get your 'Dumbledore is evil' badges- I hear Fudge and Umbridge are leaders of the hate club, I'm sure they'll receive new followers with open arms. Draco is probably the secretary, because he hates Dumbledore, too, and he likes making badges.
Also, can someone explain to me how Dumbledore, the only gay man in canon, became the fandom's resident homophobe? That's just weird, my friends. Very weird, to say the least. It gets even nastier when you say he 'groomed' students. That's an awful thing to throw around about a gay dude, you know?
There are so many reasons one can dislike Dumbledore for, but you do have the option to not like a flawed character without turning them into a ridiculous caricature of themselves.
P.S: I am not talking about fics. Write your fics and your characters however you want, whatever makes you happy. Your fic is your domain, and you do whatever you want in there, hopefully with no asshole to attack you in the comments. Same with reading- read what you want, bashing or no bashing. Have the best of fun!
I am talking about these 'meta' type posts on social media, tagged with "Albus Dumbledore", where they act as if canon Dumbledore was legit evil, incompetent or homophobic.
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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★
(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't)
★Border made by @fairytopea★
Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf?
Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty.
Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.
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(Pre-joining the gang)
Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John?
John: Blue. No, green.
Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you.
John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.
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Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still*
Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-
Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up!
Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it?
Seán: I heard something outside the tent.
Lenny: What?
Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps.
Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do?
Seán: Come look with me!
Lenny: Hell no!
Seán: Why not?
Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.
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(John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)
Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him.
Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy?
Abigail: He makes me laugh.
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Micha: I've got the urge to say something.
Arthur: And what's that?
Micha: The N-Word-
Arthur: WHOA-
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Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what?
John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.
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Karen: This- Hmm.
Tilly: Be nice.
Karen: I’m findin’ it.
Mary-Beth: ���it takes you that long to find-
Karen: It does, it does.
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(O’Driscoll troubles)
Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie.
Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.
-
John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame.
Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time?
John: Wh- uh- I just-
Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*
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Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!”
Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other*
Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.
-
The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat!
Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*
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John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore?
Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.
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Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge.
John: Wh- you brought your switchblade??
Abigail: Mhm.
John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.
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Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything?
Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression.
John: I’d wanna be a wolf.
Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.
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Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person.
Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.
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Abigail: What would your father say?!
Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time?
Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.
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(I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)
Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have?
John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child?
John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill?
Bill:
John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.
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Arthur: …him? Really?
Mary-Beth Don’t be mean!
Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth.
Mary-Beth: I know, I like that!
Arthur: ….you like that??
Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me.
Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.
-
Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN.
Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!
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Dutch: I have a plan.
Hosea: You haven’t planned shit.
Dutch: I’ve planned it.
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Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?!
Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon.
Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip*
Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him?
Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?”
Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA
Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur.
Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down.
Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case.
Hosea: And a cross.
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(Modern au and suicide joke)
John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it!
Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on.
John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all.
Arthur: …
John: …
John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose-
Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.
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Abigail: …John.
John: Yes, my angel?
Abigail: You forgot something.
John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice-
Abigail: John. You took Jack with you.
John:
Abigail:
John:
Abigail:
John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION
Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!
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Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you?
John: Well son, I-
John:
John: I have no idea.
Jack: Should I ask mom?
John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.
-
Charles: You did good back there.
Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped.
Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason.
Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego.
Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no?
Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet-
John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking?
Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!
-
Arthur: Do you even have a brain?
John: Do you even have someone that loves you?
Arthur:
John:
John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry.
Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know.
John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just-
Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind.
John: Apology alcohol, got it.
-
NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh?
Abigail: Well, uh-
*John being an orphan*
*John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*
Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;
-
Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man!
Bill: To hell with John!
Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.
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Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this?
Charles:
The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow*
Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now.
Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh?
Charles: No. Not at all.
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John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean-
Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal.
John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here!
Arthur: What now?
John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife.
Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out.
John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me!
Tilly: ????
Charles: …and you never got them evaluated?
Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.
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Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw.
Charles: No.
Arthur: It might be.
Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this.
Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’.
Charles: Arthur, please-
Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.
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Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say.
Charles: Drink the water, Arthur.
Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.
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(Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)
Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm.
Y/N: …what’s wrong with it?
Arthur: What’cha mean?
Y/N: The vibes, they’re off.
Arthur: …the…vibes?
Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property.
Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know.
Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank.
Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.
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Micha: Well I think-
Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth!
Micha:
Micha: I-
Y/N: Shut up, Micha!
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Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.
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Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur.
Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice.
Y/N: I like Arthur.
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NPC: Lovebirds, eh?
Sadie:
Arthur:
Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense.
Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins.
Sadie: Completely fair!
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Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here.
Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.
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Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question.
Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me?
Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just-
Charles: *sigh* What is it?
Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs?
Charles: That means-
Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!
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Jack: …why are your boobs so big?
Charles: They’re not boobs.
Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier?
Charles: *sigh*
Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.
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(Story spoilers!!)
Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight.
Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows.
Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances?
Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side.
Y/N: And then.
Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?!
Y/N: Explain!
Dutch:
Dutch:
Dutch: He praised me-
Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????
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Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel.
Lenny: They punched Bill in the face.
Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in.
Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again.
Arthur: Like I said, an angel!
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John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.)
Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)
Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now?
Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur?
Arthur: ???
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(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)
Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro.
Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty.
Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro.
Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!
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(How I imagine their first couple years together went)
Dutch:
Dutch:
Dutch:
Dutch: How do you feel about me?
Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch.
Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea?
Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch.
Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question.
Hosea:
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(This one's sad, not funny, sorry-)
John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?!
Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John.
John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it?
Arthur:
John:
John: …oh.
Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.
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John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily.
NPC: Then leave her.
John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing?
NPC: But-
John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.
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Hello! I don't know if requests are open, if not just ignore this. am not sure if this makes sense, but I had this idea where the reader's succubus takes straight up the form of Chilchuck. They are very self-concious of this, and since i see them as a calm and reserved person they will try to avoid them like the plague. They don't want Chilchuck to know at all costs, mostly because they fear to be turned down. But at some point, they both get separated from the party running eventually into a succubus. If it's too much information just take what it feels right for you!!
✦ AAAA i loved this idea so much that i had a bit too much fun with it, LOL! it ended up being more than a drabble somehow, so i really hope you enjoy it!! i hope it flows okay and doesn’t seem too rushed, as it’s been a while since i’ve written this much!! lots of love to you!! <3
— HYPOCRITE: chilchuck x gn!reader
꒰ warnings: ꒱ hurt/comfort ?? fluff + sfw! use of they/them for reader!
꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.8k (holy hell…..)
✦ if this is rough i am so sorry, i kinda let my brain take over and this was the result! nervous to post something this long since i’ve only ever posted lil tidbits, but i really hope you like it!!! <33
The walk back was deafeningly quiet. You couldn’t bear to even look in his direction, cheeks still hot in mortification at just what you had seen earlier. Usually you were stronger than this, but the idea of him knowing just what exactly you saw had your stomach in knots.
It wasn’t like you had never come in contact with a succubus before, but for it to take this particular form had your mind reeling. The heavy pit of guilt and shame kept twisting in you, and the more you thought about him, the more you felt sick. Even so, you could feel eyes burning into the back of your head just waiting for you to spill.
“What’s gotten you so quiet?” Chilchuck questioned, his brows raised at your current show of behavior. It was unlike you to shut yourself up like this, especially since you were known for being cool and collected in any situation. He would never admit it, but the lack of your voice amongst the others made him nervous.
You waited a moment to reply, the shakiness in your voice not getting past him. “It’s nothing, Chilchuck.”
And like hell it wasn’t, especially if it had you clamming up and avoiding his gaze. Knowing it would be better not to pry, he stayed silent. You were thankful for this.
“Everyone’s together now, right?” Laios called as you caught up to the rest of the party, your eyes still downtrodden. Not able to bring yourself to look in his direction, you kept your head down when motioning in the direction of the half-foot behind you. “Yeah, Chilchuck and I managed to find each other.”
Marcille was the second to notice your lack of enthusiasm, the calm air you usually exuded gone. Worried, she called out your name, pulling you out of the state you were in momentarily.
“Everything alright?” She whispered as the rest of the party walked ahead of you. Knowing how much it was killing you to hold everything in, you gave a frustrated sigh.
When you were sure everyone was out of hearing range, you spilled everything on your mind. How your succubus took the form of Chilchuck, how you’d been fighting off the feelings you held for him, how scared you were that he’d find out. Her head nodded with every concern you aired, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes when you admitted to having feelings for him… Great.
“You’re certain he didn’t see?” She asked softly as you caught up to everyone else, and you gave her a nod of your own.
Her advice had been simple: maybe this was a sign to tell him how you truly felt. You wanted to scoff in that moment, knowing just how repulsed by inner party relationships the half-foot truly was. Telling him what happened seemed like the least intelligent thing to do, but you admired Marcille for her ability to see this in a hopeful light.
Envy coursed through you, wishing you could look at it hopefully, too. It just didn’t seem realistic, so you’d keep to yourself and try not to talk to him until these feelings died down inside. Certainly they would, right?
Days continued on, your relationship with Chilchuck turning into remorseful smiles and awkward silence. The tension was building, and he was convinced he couldn’t take much more of it.
The fact you hadn’t been seeking him out like you usually did struck him hard. You two would often spend nights chatting, voices soft and warm as you talked about everything that you could think of. He’d just started coming to terms that maybe he didn’t have to keep so much away from you, away from everyone else. This hit him harder than he’d like to acknowledge, and his attempts at reconciling whatever he did wrong fell flat.
Chilchuck only ever saw you talking to Marcille lately. He knew you two shared a friendship somewhat akin to his with you, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary at first. But that, paired with the fact you wouldn’t even lay your bedroll down near his, nearly drove him to insanity.
Gritting his teeth, he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. This was getting nowhere, and if it continued he was sure he’d never let himself hear the end of it.
Laios, as softly as he could muster, called his name. “They’ve been ignoring you, haven’t they?” He spoke, brows furrowed as he studied Chilchuck’s expression. “Do you know why?”
He huffed, glare turning to focus on the blonde across from him. “If I knew, I’d tell you. But I don’t have a damn clue.”
Laios hummed, tapping his chin as Senshi listened in on their conversation. “Maybe you should try asking them. It never hurts to be honest with how you’re feeling, too.”
This was going to drive him up the wall. Every time he did try and corner you, you came up with some excuse as to why you were needed elsewhere. Chilchuck was left watching you leave him behind every single time. It only proved to make him feel even more scattered.
Before he could open his mouth to retort, he heard you stand up, wishing Marcille goodnight. Chilchuck begrudgingly noted that you seemed even farther away from him than usual. He sunk into his neckwarmer.
Looking down at his hands, he debated on just what he could have possibly done. This all happened after that damn succubus incident, and he wondered just what exactly you saw. You seemed not only distant from him, but from the whole party. Being an integral force in the group, having you seem so far away from everyone only served to build up rifts.
You were headed to the water fountain to wash your face, and Chilchuck assumed this would be the one chance he had. Following behind you, he called your name once enough distance from everyone had been built up. You took note of the aggravation that was laced in his tone.
Immediately you tried to think of a way to get out of talking to him. There had to be some excuse you hadn’t used, and as he approached you, you found yourself more and more cornered.
“Are you just planning to ignore me the rest of the damn time?” Chilchuck asked plainly, but you could hear the hint of concern. He continued to walk towards you, not giving you much of an opening to scatter. Panic settled in.
“You… Wouldn’t get it.” You whispered, finding yourself looking everywhere but at him. Chilchuck found this increasingly frustrating.
“What do you mean, ‘You wouldn’t get it?’ How am I supposed to get anything if you don’t tell me? I can see how you’re acting. Is whatever you really saw worth separating yourself from the entire party?”
His words cut you like a knife. You could hear the aggravation in his voice, chest seizing knowing it was because of you, because of your stupid fear. You swallowed harshly, trying your best to build up the courage you just couldn’t seem to find.
His body, caging you in and causing your back to hit the wall, continued to grow nearer. It felt like all the air left your lungs, struggling to gather just what you wanted, needed to say.
“You always say how you don’t want inner party relationships to ruin things,” you muttered, finding his closeness increasingly difficult to handle. “The last thing I want to do is put everyone in jeopardy like that.”
Chilchuck scoffed, confusion etched into his expression. “What? You saw a party member as the succubus or something? Don’t tell me—“
That tension that had been suffocating you before built itself back up to the point where you struggled for air. Before he could say just what had made you so ashamed the past week, you felt it bubble up in your throat.
“Yes, Chilchuck, it looked like you! Are you happy?! I didn’t want to tell you, couldn’t tell you. I…” Your hands shook, as if in shock of all that you were laying out in front of him. “I’ve been holding everything down inside for everyone’s sake! I’m not as strong as you, as strong as everyone else, okay?! I had no choice but to distance myself! I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same, so I just wanted that part of myself to stay hidden!”
You had hoped when, if, this had all finally come out, a weight would be lifted. Instead, you felt ten times heavier at seeing the realization in his eyes. Biting your tongue, tears welling up in the way they never could before, you pushed past him.
“I’m going.”
Yet he did just what you didn’t want him to do; grab your wrist and pull you back to that moment you tried so hard to forget in those few seconds. So he was going to reprimand you now? Tell you how irresponsible you are? Before you could spit out what was on your mind, his hands had wound around your collar and pulled you down to smash your lips against his own.
Everything was still in that moment. It was rough, deprived, filled with emotions that made your mind stutter. You tilted your head further into the kiss, still letting him take control. Despite the suddenness of it, you couldn’t help but pull him closer into you. After a beat, he pulled away, panting and cheeks rosy in what you could only guess was sheer relief.
“You’re so frustrating.” He whispered, still clutching onto the collar of your sleep shirt. “Hardheaded to no end. Drives me insane.”
You couldn’t form a sentence, still trying to catch up to what exactly just happened between you two. Was that… his way of telling you he felt the same? Even if it was sudden, it was very like Chilchuck. Blood rushed to your cheeks.
“So…?” Your voice began, matching the softness of his own. He clicked his tongue, and you could tell by the exasperation on his face that he was about to just up and groan at your cluelessness.
“I… have feelings for you, too. I know what I said before, about prioritizing work over everything else.” Chilchuck spoke, his voice having a slight wave to it. “I’m a damn hypocrite…”
“Apparently.” You replied, hearing him grumble under his breath, and for the first time in days, what felt like weeks, you laughed.
The sound made his head buzz. His heart beat in his ears, and for the first time in a while, he let himself smile too. Maybe he could get used to this being honest thing, if it meant staying close to you like this.
“I’m glad things worked out the way they did,” you hummed, the two of you walking back to where your party had decided to settle for the night. “Strange to think it’s all thanks to a succubus. Maybe I should give them more credit.”
Chilchuck rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure. Tell me more about that next time, though. I want to know how handsome you really think I am.”
You couldn’t get back to camp fast enough.
— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3
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toxicbabydaddy!jj trying to be better and stop drinking and shit so that you see he’s a changed man. but he can’t take you still ignoring him so he shows up on your door step absolutely blasted and pouring his heart out to you about how much he’s trying and just wishes you’d see that before crying into your arms and babbling about how he just wants to have a happy family for once :(((
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it's pitiful almost, seeing jj on the other side of the screen door crying so hard you're scared he'll throw up. you can smell the alcohol reeking off him from where you're standing, but you can't find it in you to open the door.
"p-please I just--fuck--I'm so sorry. I'm a fuckin idiot and i love you so much--both of you, I-i-it's just--I just...fuck I'm scared but I'm tryin can't you fuckin see that?" jj's pretty much babbling now, dropping to his knees with his head in his hands so you can't see his face.
"jj please get up, it's late and she's sleeping-"
another wave of sobs overtakes him and you finally step outside, crouching beside him and stroking his back in efforts to calm him.
"shh jj just breathe, you have to calm down acting like this won't help."
he lifts his head and you can't help they way your heart aches at the sight of him--eyes swollen and face bright red, "I just keep making shit worse huh?"
"no...not lately at least."
he lets out a soft chuckle and switches to sitting, leaning back against the door and you do the same, holding his hand in your lap, "I dunno why I did all this, I loved you from the moment you talked to me."
you shrug, "never know how things will play out until they do."
"I'd go back and change everything if I could y'know that right?"
"no use in thinking bout the past jayj, just gotta keep goin towards the future."
jj turns to you, eyes still bleary from tears and the drink, "...am I part of the future?"
you lean towards him and press your lips against his warm shoulder, "thats up to you sweetheart."
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For Day 3 of @tamlinweek , I am posting part of my Tamlin fic (Tamlin's Life Story: A Tragedy)! We are told that the mating bond is beautiful and everything everyone should wish for, but I don't believe Tamlin has a very good experience with the mating bond; his own parents were mated and terrible for each other.
So, this is a little dark, but what if Tamlin's mate was Amarantha? It would explain her obsession with him. Tamlin, by rejecting Amarantha in that little gathering (right before she took the High Lords' powers), rejected the mating bond and incited rage in Amarantha. What was it like for Tamlin when he first met Amarantha, when he was forced to be with her UTM, and after he killed her? Full fic can be found here:
TW: mild descriptions of child SA, violence, angst
He still dreamt of it. When he was just a child, and he'd seen the Hybern general for the first time. Red hair with streaks of black, like her hair had been soaked with so much blood that it had mostly changed color, the streaks the only remnant of her that hadn't been corrupted. When he'd longed for acceptance from his father, receiving nothing but the barbed whip across his back for being a failure of a courtier, for playing his fiddle for the handsome Night Court lord he couldn't help but love, Amarantha had spoken to him.
She'd embraced him and told him he was worth every last bit of Prythian, and their mating bond had clicked in. So what if she caressed his chest far too possessively to be casual? So what if she grabbed him through his pants, sometimes squeezing hard enough to cause pain? She had told him he was valuable. That was more than his father ever did. The scars on his back were so numerous that nobody would be able to count them. But while Amarantha left bruises, none of them stayed.
It was only when she'd tried to strip him that he'd begged her to stop. He told her he was too young, that he was scared, that he had no idea what he was doing, that he wasn't comfortable with a sexual relationship at this point in time. In her rage, she'd ripped his antlers out with her bare hands and carved out his abdomen with them. It was only by a miracle that he'd escaped that place. He'd barely made it to his father, who'd saved his life.
Only to give him the worst beating of his life. By the time it was done, Tamlin was crying tears of blood. Yet, that wasn't the worst pain in the world. No, it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling in his chest. The golden thread, his last hope for joy in this world, snapped in one moment. The mating bond. He was in such torment that he was sure it would kill him. Unfortunately, he lived. And lived. And lived.
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He lost track of the days. He couldn't remember his own name. He remembered nothing. At least in his earlier days of pain and abuse and sexual assault and torture, he'd felt something. There was meaning to his life, a hope for better. But now...it was an endless sea of agony. There were no coherent thoughts in his brain, only a dull, throbbing ache that sought to take him under and finish it. He wished it would. He prayed that the yawning blackness would simply embrace him. Unfortunately, it didn't. It was almost worse this way, that he'd gotten the taste of what it was like to have the semblance of a happy life, only to have it ripped away from him at the last moment.
He tried to remember something, anything, to make him keep going. Feyre, a phantom voice sometimes whispered. Lucien. But the burning pain quickly whisked those words away. He did not understand their significance, anyway. They sounded like made up words. Soon, he stopped trying to remember. He'd forgotten what he was fighting for. Amarantha demanded answers out of him that he couldn't give- she didn't understand that he was broken. Nothing she did to him could break him when he was already in pieces.
Until she came. Until suddenly breath returned to his lungs and he had a reason to breathe again. And reason to be absolutely terrified. He begged her to go, but she didn't. She stood there, bold as brass, and claimed him as her own. And Tamlin had never loved anyone more. He watched her get tortured, and he felt again. Rage and sorrow beyond a human's dizziest daydreams, but it was feeling. When the court had adjourned, Lucien had snuck over to him. His face was pale and ragged, but Tamlin also glimpsed something there he hadn't seen in a while: hope. Just the slightest glimpse of it.
"I swear to you, Tamlin," Lucien whispered, hands on his face, staring into his eyes, clouding Tamlin's senses, "I will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. Everything within my power, I will do it." Oh, Lucien. His bold, brave, selfless Lucien. Tamlin choked out the words, "Thank you." Lucien's face hardened with resolve. "Thank me by never giving in. No matter what happens, don't you dare give up." Tamlin stared into his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I swear it."
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However Tamlin had felt under the mountain, it was gone now.
Now that everything had settled back in, he could feel it. The mating bond threatening to split him in two. He'd rejected his own mate and then he'd killed her. And now it drove him mad at times.
Lucien was no longer enough to help him. He hired Ianthe to help with the wedding preparations, and he tried to forget his pain. He succeeded for the most part, his trauma only coming back to haunt him at night. Amarantha touching him, Lucien's broken back before him, Feyre's neck snapping-
It was the mating bond that bothered him most of the time. It was like a migraine that just wouldn't go away. His temper, which wasn't the best, he could admit, got much worse owing to the constant migraine. But how could he tell anyone his secret shame- that he'd been mated to Amarantha? That there was once a time he'd sought comfort in her?
He couldn't let her train. Ianthe was right. What if they came after her? What if her power drew Rhysand back? He couldn't allow that. He'd heard her neck snap, heard it in his dreams again and again and again and-
"Please, let her train," Lucien pleaded. Tamlin tried to concentrate on him over the roaring in his head. "Let her master this, so that she can protect herself when enemies come."
At the word enemies, Tamlin's entire body seized up. Magic exploded out of him, falling on Lucien and blasting him backward. Lucien glared at him, loathing simmering in his eyes. But he said nothing after that; only walking away before Tamlin could get on his knees and beg for his forgiveness.
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I'm a great fuck but better lover part 7
Sanji steps out of his pantry after making room for the jars of tomato sauce, only to see his boyfriend dipping his finger into the sauce and sucking it off his finger.
“What are you doing!?” Sanji hurried over to the stove. “Please tell me you at least washed your hands first!” Sanji was panicking who knows what could have gotten into the suace! Maybe it was just sweat, but it could be sword oil!
“Yah I don't have a death wish,” Zoro grumbled, leaning against the counter. “Besides its already ruined its bland shit cook,”
“Well of course it is,” Sanji gave him a weird look as he turned the burner off and took out the hot cans from the large canner pot. “It's tomato sauce. It's a bace product. I add the seasoning to it when I cook,” Sanji didn't have to argue as he began to open the lids to jars. He placed a funnel atop a jar and began to fill.
“Oh…” Sanji continued to work as he glanced over at his boyfriend, who was definitely pouting. The swordsmen would deny fervently, but it was the truth.
“Were you trying to start a fight?” Sanji asked him, he could put him to work.
“Yah. We haven't had a fight since before Loguetown. You haven't been put for your morning stretches, ethior,”
“Ive been busy trying to get some things done, but if you give me some time, who's on the deck…other than Luffy?” He would not trust Luffy to watch his timer. Their captain would lose it.
“The w…Nami,”
“Great, let me make her some tanghulu and a quick cocktail, get the tomato sauce in the canner, set the timer, and ask her to watch my timer, then we can fight till it goes off. What I need from you is to get me, strawberries and grapes from the fridge, a minka from the pantry, the candy thermometer from the third draw, sugar in the middle canister in the cupboard to left of you, a small pot, and little Sophie,”
“Who the fuck is Sophie?” Zoro asked before compling.
“Yah, shit, she's the smallest knife a paring knife, I'll introduce you to my ladies sometime later,” Sanji wiped the rim of all jars with vinegar before seeling them finger tight. He then placed them on the rack and in the pot. When he turned to Zoro, he had managed to gather everything he had asked for. “OK one last thing. Grab a handful of the jerky and give it to Luffy it's his snack time. I'll meet you on the deck when I'm done,”
“You better or i'll drag you out,” Zoro grabbed handful of jerky as he walked out the door.
Sanji got to work, he quickly made the tanghulu and a cosmopolitan for his Nami-swan and headed out the door sliver tray in hand.
Nami was purning her trees when Sanji showed up. His cat was draped across the canvas bag she kept her tools in. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up at him. Even with a smuge of dirt on her face and a few straw leaves in her hair, Nami was as stunning as ever, her smile as radiant as the sun reflecting across the water.
“Good timing Sanji! I was just about to take a break,”
“Ah I'm so happy to serve you, my dear…however I am afraid I have a small favor to ask of you. The walking cactus I call a boyfriend is asking for a fight. However, I have cans of tomato suace in the canner that needs to come out at some point. I fear that I won't have time later on to fight him. I am only asking you to watch my timer and let me know when it goes off. Of course, I have a special treat for you as payment. It's tanghulu it's simply furit coated in a sugar glaze that it is clear and crisp, a cosmopolitan to go along with,”
“Sure I can do that,” Nami gave him a smile before nudging his cat off the bag and putting her stuff away before taking the tray from his hands.
Sanji made his way back down to where Zoro was waiting.
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help, now that i have stopped tearing up at every mention of the series, the young royals forever documentary and the bts videos have brought my past obsession with film-making back-
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sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive
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been laying here listening to Lucky by Dermot Kennedy on loop for half an hour while thinking about Everything Stays and crying
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i will not beat myself up over memory issues i have no control over
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there waz that post ages ago i believe pre my sweeneytoddification beam (watched the movie on a whim and then immediately made my sibling and 💀💀💀 watch it with me (seperately (i watched it 3 times within 2 days (im fairly snti movie now its like.. whateverrr its kind lame. also ewww to the lead actor who shall not be named)))) that post tyat was like Whats the unreleased project/song/movie/game/whatever that youre modt sad abt... And i didnt ha e an answer at the tjme but oh my god dude its literally the restnof the 2012 london cast recording I WANNA HEAR THE REST OF THE SONGSSS
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i can’t even celebrate the death of the queen because so many of the people doing that are cringe and i don’t want to be associated
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@blostmian said ; ❝ Hey, what exactly are you doing here?❞ / from : 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
❝ What I'm doing here? I don't know, maybe I was simply trying to find a loud place to lay down. So far, it seems I've found it. ❞ He grimaces with sarcasm from his spot as he lifts the book he was reading. Waving it lightly from side to side as a matter to further emphasize his words before returning its back once again on top of the mattress where he was laying. Great. He should've known better than to positively keep retelling himself the same tale that even by turning a big side eye to this whole matter, that presence would still somehow manage to make its way into his path- this was the clear example that he couldn't even pretend to be positive about certain things.
❝ Oh but don't get me wrong, I'm happy you decided to oh-so-accidentally barge into my room and pay me a visit; however, I'm having― ❞ and as he speaks, a centipede that casually had decided to gather around him decides to crawl over the yellowed pages of his book, prompting Oberon to lightly pinch it in between his claws and lift it right in front of his field of vision, finding thus the perfect excuse to shoo the caster away from where he was staying. ❝ ―another visitor already. What a shame, just when we could finally get on the same page.. ❞
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hi how is everybody doing??
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considering going thru the long and honestly awful ordeal of applying for social security again. things have consistently gotten worse but I’m also afraid I’ll put in so much effort and totally exhaust myself just to be rejected for the 3rd time bc I don’t have the resources to get anyone professional to bELIEVE ME and idk what I’ll do then….either way I get kicked off my dad’s insurance in may and job hunting has been going. Bad. Partially bc small town=no jobs I could reasonably do but also…. ngl ur guy has been self sabotaging a good bit out of fear. and then I feel guilty for doing anything that isn’t “productive” like looking for jobs….I wish I could chalk up this feeling to seasonal depression but there’s this undercurrent of panic and dread bc of the may deadline. And the fact that my medical tests put me in debt and were basically inconclusive so they won’t help if I do decide to apply to ss again….hrgggh frustrating times besties. But also it’s mostly my own fault so I feel like. Bad? Complaining at all. Like I could’ve had a job by now and stuck with it if I wasn’t …like this yk 💀
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