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[littleprincerianne]

sometimes i just wanna be stripped of all obligations and responsibilities, sat in front of a screen showing dancing fruit on repeat whether i look at it or not and be told everything will be alright and be called a little prince instead of my name and be held as i sleep because responsibilities and obligations and not even sparing myself the minute to feel itty bitty cuz it never feels safe suck

#age regression #agere community #sfw agere #agere blog #sfw age regression #sfw little blog #sfw little community #age regressor #agere #sfw littlespace #agere vent #vent ramble #short vent #vent post #tw vent #sfw blog #sfw little #sfw age dreamer #text ramble #short text #random text #short ramble #ramble #rambles #ramblings #ri-think about it #vent agere #age regression sfw #age regression blog

[opheliablackpotter]

The story of scars (James, Regulus, Remus +mentioning Wolfstar 🌟)

Ever since he was young, James was a boy whose eyes always showed the spark of life. He was always ready for adventure, no matter how dangerous and nonsense it was. Because of that he had a lot of scars and each of them was a story about his attempts to perform unimaginable and impossible things. He wore them with a strange kind of pride and sometimes bragged about stunts in Quidditch or bad-made pranks.

For Regulus, scars were signs of weakness. Signs that, as much as he genuinely tried, he was never mother's perfect boy. They would remind him of those days full of fear of mother's disapproval and father's wrath, but also of the fact that no matter how many of them he had, Sirius still had three times as many only because of him :(

Remus, in his own weird way, had both experiences. From a young age, he was terrified of the monster in him, which left more and more traces after each full moon. He hated them because he tried to accept himself, but they kept telling him that there was no hope for it and that no one would love him like that.

He was wrong about it, though :)

There was that one star, the brightest in the winter sky, that was taught to hate people like him, and yet he adored Remus with his whole being.

✨ You drew stars around my scars, didn't you Padfoot? ✨

#dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #harry potter #the marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders era #the maraunders map #james potter #regulus black #reggie black #moony x padfoot #moony #padfoot #padfoodblackdog #scarves #incorrect quotes #short text #just my thoughts

[mwahaechz]

MODEL BF!HAECHAN TEXTS

model bf!lee haechan × g!n reader

warnings : mildly suggestive, short and spicy (enjoy<3)

i’ve been so obsessed w haechans arena korea photos 😞

©️ crzns

09092023

#nct drabbles #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream texts #haechan x reader #lee haechan #haechan texts #love #suggestive #short text

[ouijaghostwriting]

Content warning: werewolf sex, size kink, submission

God, you needed this. To let go, give over to your instincts, and feel. Laid out on your back, the werewolf pushing your legs out of the way, and his thick cock pounding all thoughts from your head. You were solely focused on him thrusting in and out, your soft, velvety insides clenching around him rhythmically. The werewolf's body overtook yours in every way, and something about him being so much larger stirred arousal in you. He nearly cooed at the pathetic whimpers and moan you made, but what made him crazy was when you growled at him. He would place his teeth right at the corner of your jaw and growled back, it would rumble through him and all through your body. He'll keep you there for a while, continuing to scatter your brain with his dick.

#werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #text #teratophila #monsterfucker #reader insert #short text

[only-cupidarii]

It's twelve in the morning 😭😭 ig it's an unhealthy habit of me doing this 😭😭 I'm sorry future me who must be struggling with three hours of sleep 😭❤️

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Writing prompts

-fluff

"need my jacket?"

"a ride home?"

"irritating, but i love you, so it doesn't matter."

"Can you atleast get off my back so I can walk?" "No!"

"it's too early! Come back!"

"Here let me carry those"

"A kiss for good luck?"

"you're shit at this"

"do you even know how to play?"

"Really? After two hours this is what you come up with, you know what, i like it."

"Breakfast in bed for my princess!"

"Can you atleast shut the door?"

"You're so stupid, but that's why I love you."

"Me? Dance? No way, but with you... We could improvise.."

"Can you atleast open the door? I'm outside with your favourite snacks.."

"i thought you'd like it-" " and i do, in fact, i don't like it, i love it. Thanks.."

~~~

Short since i have no motivation 😭😭😭

#fluff prompts #open starter #writing prompt #writing #romance #love #short text #oneshots #authors #authors on tumblr #fluff #fanfic #fiction

[josies-not-suicidal-now]

I remember holding this nerd friend of mine, who I kinda took less seriously because she was such a nerd. Her whole family was made of nerds, both her younger brothers, her control freak mom, and even her limp noodle of a dad, all nerds. And I remember holding this nerd friend of mine close because she was sleeping over at my place. I felt really disgusted with myself for holding her at the time, because I felt like I was just one more in a long line of desperate little boys who had pressed their bodies against hers in the hope of some sort of respite. But we were having one of those conversations you have before you go to sleep, and I mentioned that I felt like I had been living life on autopilot for the past couple months. And she didn’t understand what I meant so I explained how usually it felt like I made all my decisions deliberately, like I actually payed attention to what I was doing most days, but for the last couple weeks everything seemed to just be happening automatically. And she responded that that’s how she always felt, the idea of doing something deliberately was completely foreign to her.

We’ve both grown up now, we have our own apartments, she’s in france right now I think, and that conversation feels so much more terrifying now. Because now I know that at the time, I was completely dissociated from that conversation because of the overwhelming dysphoria I was living through, and she was so dissociated from her life and desires that she didn’t even that know she was a lesbian.

#I still feel close to her sometimes #I didn't get the opportunity to see her the last time I was in germany it was tough #short text

[unstable-wormhole-textposts]

can machines be in love with each other?

#text post #rokassa juice #mindfuck #textblog #text blog #text posts #machines #short text #random #personality disorder #adhd #ptsd #bipolar #mentally unstable #mental issues #shitpost #existential shitposting #existential crisis

[single-every-single-day]

all a man needs to do is be a little silly and i'm IMMEDIATELY head over heels

#how do i tag this #shitpost #short text #text post #meme #funny #idk guys #i dont wanna tag this as funny bc then i feel egotistical LMAOO #sillyposting #silly #silly little guy #love

[lamppostss]

"Burning Questions" (Suits)

"The building was on fire and it wasn’t my fault. - Hyde, what is going on? He arrived quicker than I expected. The ringing in my ears perfectly masked the screeching of tires and the sound of opening doors. - It appears to have burst into flames, sir. – I answered, sitting on the ground like a concussed chimp, with my scarf slightly singed from the explosion. - How? Normally I would tell him to pack the stupid questions in and call someone to put the fire out, but that wasn’t a normal situation: - I think someone missed their mark… He sighed, standing behind me while I got up from the ground, both of us staring at the flimsy wooden structure being devoured by smoke and flame: - Get in the car. I think at that moment I finally got some of my brain matter back into place: - Shouldn’t we, you know, extinguish the place first? - What for? - These fields are made of corn. Corn, sir, is flammable. Highly so. I could hear him click his tongue behind his stupid toaster-looking mask. Probably rolled his eyes too. Cheeky prick. - People are on the job as we speak. Get in the car, Hyde. I raised my finger, preparing to send him to a nice camping holiday in “FuckYourselfVille”, but then, perhaps for the better, I stopped and silently got into his damned car. It was a better idea than standing outside and inhaling the presumably toxic fumes while arguing with my pseudo-boss. So there I was, dirty and tired, sitting next to a leader of a pretty influential group. At least in our district, anyway. We were speeding down the highway back into the City, with thousands of stars dotting the sky and hundreds of lamps lighting the empty road. - So, ugh, what now, number man? - You tell me. I froze. Punching Nine right now wouldn’t solve anything, though it would be an appropriate response: - Well, you get your head out of your ass, tell me about what we do next and keep your eyes on the road. And then I take your secretary out on a stake dinner, I don’t fucking know… A long quiet followed. I knew for a fact that he was a good speaker, but now he looked like he was getting back at me for all those jabs I took at him. Those long pauses were killing me. - Were the reports true? – Nine broke the silence. Finally. - Yep. Looked like a drug lab to me. Though I didn’t see any powder – only bootleg tonics and stacks of chemicals. - I see. Another pause. He was either absorbed in thought or really not in the mood to start making any sense soon. - You’ll still pay me, right? - After we get in touch with some of the offices. “Offices” was just a fancy name for smaller organizations, more often than not independent from all the families. On paper at least. In practice - most of them were definitely on some fat cats payroll. - Which ones? - “Hooks”, at the very least. - Those are House Clubs. - And? - Clubs hate Diamonds? - And Diamonds hate Clubs. But they know me and they know that lying isn’t my MO. An exchange of what goes on behind locked doors and in hushed whispers. Listening to him was like trying to solve a crossword while both high on acid and lights-out drunk. I dusted off some soot of the brim of my hat: - And then what? As we were approaching the city limit, we got stuck on the first red light. Nine turned to me, most likely frowning at me and my barrage of questions: - We investigate. Get more hands on the case, probably from all the Houses. I think whatever we stumbled upon isn’t a major threat yet, but it can quickly get out of control. Or perhaps we haven’t even seen the full picture… - Oh, how very lovely, sir Nine. I already see all the Houses working together, sure it won’t backfire at all. We’ll even have a nice little dance party afterwards, I am sure. I could hear him smirk behind the helmet: - We don’t need Houses. We need people from the Houses. - And you think you and your office buddies have enough of a pull to organize something like that, really? - You will see, mister Hyde. You will see."

#original character #original setting #writing #oc #oc writing #my writing #lampposts suits #short text

[moonkit60633]

oh my god discord?? are you ok?? TALK TO ME DISCORD

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[littleprincerianne]

i want a tablet so bad it'd help me be so productive academically (has no plans for it other than downloading games and dancing fruit videos)

#age regression #agere community #sfw agere #agere blog #sfw age regression #sfw little blog #text ramble #happy rambles #ramble #rambles #short text #random text #random post #text post #ri-think about it

[hyun-mijin]

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　◦　　⁺　(　◡ ◡)﹒ᶻᶻ﹒short txt layouts ! always ctto me when using 🌷

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𖡩﹒🍒﹒⟡﹒text ✮﹒🔥﹒◌﹒text

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#kpop layouts #txt layouts #aestethic #short text #messy layouts #soft layouts #random layouts #cute symbols #anime #cutecore #aesthetic layouts #messy aesthetic #red layouts #red aesthetic #aesthetic #cute layouts #symbols #messycore #text design #itzy layouts #discord layouts #ctto #messy locs #kpop messy

[disonant]

Cuántos amores nacen muertos o mueren antes de nacer, son huellas en el imaginario y duelen tan reales.

No hay nada más aterrador qué la incertidumbre, sin saber qué sientes por mí, estar en la espera de lanzarme y que me sostengas o me dejes ir.

#letras #escritos #textos #poema corto #amor #notas de amor #amor propio #notas de vida #amoreterno #citas de amor #lonlyness #im lonly #sad quotes #quotes #short text #learn spanish #sad poem #nostalgic #im sad about it

[die-freundin]

14 NOV 1927 (Nr.22/1927)

Eva Petersen, author of a handful of articles for the magazine (you might call her a regular), writes about her conflicted feelings about her girlfriend's newborn child. she doesnt like thinking about her girlfriend having sex with someone else. interesting to me is that she doesnt just not recognize the child as her own at first (a reasonable take for someone who has not given birth to it) but not as her girlfriend's either, because of how incomprehensible it seems to her. she does come around though, accepting the child as theirs. all is well in the Petersen family in the end. love does in fact win on November 14th, 1927!

this short text feels pretty relevant even today, to me. a lot of lesbians still arent exactly able to conceive a child thats theirs by blood on both sides. some couples adopt. either way theres gonna be a parent who has to step up to the task of being a parent without being causally involved in creating the biological mass of the child! my own real-life boss at my day job is a dyke like that, and from what i can tell she seems to be both doing great as a parent and love her kids.

image IDs under the cut:

(ID deutsch: Dein Kind. Lange schon wusste ich von deinem Sehnen nach einem eigenen Kinde, und doch traf mich die Wirklichkeit so hart, dass ein Fremder dir so nah gewesen; ich konnte es nicht vergessen. Eines Tages aber riefst du mich zu dir und dem Kinde, welches ich nicht als dein Kind erkennen wollte. Aus deinem abgezehrten Gesicht leuchteten die Augen in seltsamer Klarheit. Und diese Augen zwangen mich an des Bettchen des kleinen Wesens, dem du das Leben schenktest. Widerwilling beugte ich mich nieder und sah in ein winziges, verschlafenes Gesichtlein. Langsam nur kam ein wenig Licht in die Dunkelheit meines Sinnens, und schwere Tränen fielen auf das Stückchen Leben vor mir. Tränen, die befreiten und erleichterten. Kein Wort unterbrach das lastende Schweigen zwischen uns. Du sahst meinen inneren Kampf, und um deinen Mund grub sich ein bitterer Zug. Da legte ich leise, scheu beinah, deine lieben müden Hände in die meinen und küsste sie in stiller Abbitte und inbrünstiger Liebe. Und dann nahm ich dein Kind - unser Kind - an mein Herz.)

(ID english: Your child. For a long time I'd known about your yearning for a child of your own, yet the realization that a stranger had been so close to you hit me hard; i could not forget it. But one day you called me to see you and the child, which I would not recognize as yours. Your eyes were alight with peculiar clarity in your harrowed face. And it were those eyes that commanded me towards the cradle of the tiny being you had given life to. Reluctantly I bent down and looked upon a tiny, sleepy little face. Light only pierced the dakrness of my thoughts slowly, little by little, and heavy tears fell upon the small bundle of life in front of me. The freeing tears of relief. No word interrupted the heavy silence between us. You saw my inner struggle, and a bitter expression ran across your lips. So I took your dear, tired hands into mine quietly, in a manner almost demure, and kissed them in wordless atonement and full of passionate love. Then I took your child - our child - and cradled it against my heart*.)

*can also refer to taking it into her heart metaphorically, i.e. loving it. my translations sadly cannot account for every single nuance

#14 NOV 1927 #children #short text #lesbian motherhood #eva petersen

[crazycatelf]

If you play close enough attention

To every detail around you

You'll know everything there's to know

About the one that you love.

They say the devil it's in the details

Well I guess I'm something

of a demon myself

Maybe some kind of a witch*

But even if I'm someone

who fell from the sky

You know no one will love you

Like the morning stars.

*so light me up, light me up. Go ahead and light me up.

#short poem #short text #prose #spilled words #love #love poem #poetry

[josies-not-suicidal-now]

you think you see a spike falling off of her leather jacket as she puts it on, she spots you watching her getting ready to go, and for no reason in particular she loudly extoles “I’m into three things dude, butches, beers, and blowjobs” before passing by you and pushing herself through the door

#short text