#their* fuck my baka keyboard

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

#no other heart by mac demarco : D #I drew this a couple of days ago because i was feeling crazy and i just love the idea that #these two should be great together!! they should!!! but #theyre not together #theres just . theyre missing something #and thats okay!!! its not meant to be #and theyre friendship is very valuble to both of them!! #their* fuck my baka keyboard #trolls #yall are gonna be mad about this one i feel it ... #i think we all know who jds gonna end up with now right ... #i just gotta .. draw them more 💀 #i actully have the perfect ruveal i just have to finish painting it #urrgg i HATE painting #trolls oc #trolls oc cory #trolls movie #trolls john dory #trolls jd #john dory #jd ex husband #oh uhh i imagine this feels like a new years thing. or something #something that happened like right after they reconnected #before floyd and cory started going out #on god one day im gonna put all my tags lore into a post #i just shy 😔 who wants to read all this in a caption #not me brother!! I'm not reblogging that shit!!! #and im not finishing this cause i dont wanna give false hope 😘 #although jd dating sim ... is pretty real #i would love to do endings with all his exs

[gommyworm]

:'^)

#I can't fucking type 😭😭😭 just sent me boss “hyio” bc I was trying to type hi w my fingers flailing all over the fucking keyboard #and pressed send instead of delete 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #fuck my stupid baka life fr #gommywords

[transgortash]

ohhhh my goddd lubing my (mechanical keyboard) switches and it is making me lose my will to live. the stem keeps getting stuck when i'm trying to put it back together and my switch opener is already half broken 😭😭 fuck this stupid baka hobby

[beastofwant]

mmmMMMM HOW DO U LAYER CLOTHESSSS

I wanna do those fucking cute coord fits where people somehow make t shirts and shit look cute. I need to start puting effort into my appearance again for my mental health Quite Literally but I only have a few fits I Know are cute......... fuck my stupid baka life I wanna dress like those cute ppl with the ten billion layers and accessories. I wanna be a like tiktok girlie strapping a literal keyboard to my tits!!!!!!!!!! how do u do it I love the style I need inspo! is there some kind of like... mori and mori-adjacent fuckng style books im gonna explode

#mad scrawl #I need to get back into fashion #not High Fashion christ no what WE wear

[nonbinaryronaldreagan]

thousands of years of human technological advancement to reach the keyboard, a device built perfectly for the human mind and body to use and commit thoughts to record seamlessly and what do we fucking do? we invent smartphones. I fucking hate typing on my phone I hate the gay little keyboard it makes me feel like a fucking twink with my twinkish keyboard keys on my fake device with a fake keyboard. Fuck this stupid baka life

[sincerelynotserious]

Fuck my stupid Baka life. My brain must be wired like a bowl of spaghetti for this to work but I’ve discovered a “neat” trick recently. See I like writing it’s cool it’s hip it’s fun but for the life of me I can’t, like with many other things in life, just summon the drive when I’d like too. I’ll have ideas but when I sit down to type or write them out nothing zip nada. HOWEVER a couple days ago when I had a deadline for an assignment coming up and was listening to music and had the doc just open chipping away every time I felt the slightest ridge I could capitalize on, I found that if I used the fucking WINDOWS ON SCREEN KEYBOARD to type to the beat of my music I could pound out like a whole paragraph in no time flat. The clacks of the keyboard sounded really nice and I guess it unlocked something in my brain when going to the beat of a song. So if are like me you can’t write for the life of you and you also have music pumping into your ears like you need it to live try combining the two and seeing what happens

#I want to call my manufacturer

[benefits1986]

Bright Side, Blind Side

The fog brain experience hits hard as I come closer to the “morbidity” universe.

Yesterday was a cringe day but very humbling, too. I was in a series of unfortunate events that exposed my fog brain. The past weeks, I chose to take it easy because I feel tired easily. :( However, I have to be up to speed and go all out. For instance, I know I have an rehearsed line for my huddles pero parang may sheer curtain ‘yung utak ko. First time ito. I thought sabaw moment lang pero no. As in. I tried to downplay it in the name of choosing to be kinder to myself, pero hindi e. Nakaka-panic siya as an overthinker. While at it, as in gusto ko na lang lumubog. Gusto ko na lang mag-maldita pero hindi, this hits different. Ganito ba may dementia? Early onset na ba talaga ito? Paano na ‘to? Dami ko na demerits on top of it, but, you know what keeps me up and running? 

These days and nights, I am choosing to look at the bright side which is pretty much a derivative of the blind side. Actually, I am embracing the blind side bit by bit. I am someone who has a love-hate relationship with the blind side. When I watched The Blind Side, naiyak talaga ang ferson. Like bawling levels. Tapos, ayun na nga... I think I talked about this brouhaha na fake news pala lahat. LOL. But, as I said, take the content and the creator separately. The blind side is where the magic happens. It is where the comfort zone ends and where growth begins. The bright side is where your depressive state turns into a sedated and then neutralized state. Sineskwela, pasowkkk. And I used these two phrases yesterday for the first time, I guess. Or baka eto na naman ako sa fog brain moment in time ko. LUH. Kidding aside, I’m in metamorphosis szn mala-Power Rangers na Maroon x Blue. :D Panget ng joke ko. BLECH. Pati hirits ko, foggy na. Oh, no!!! To lighten up my overthinking shit hole, sabi ko na lang senior “high” moment siguro ito. Like now, I usually type fast. The past weeks, parang mas hindi agit ‘yung galaw ng kamay ko sa keyboard. FUDGE. But, sige, let’s be crazier than usual. Eto pa... sobrang kakahiya. I was pitching something about TS and fuck, I overshared. UGH. Alam mo ‘yung nag-autopilot ‘yung thoughts ko and I could have said it in a classier way? But no. Hell no. :( It sounded like a senior high fangirl. :(( Two bosses pa naman kausap ko. Me to myself: Talaga, Bene? Talaga ba? Ganyan ka na kakanal ngayon? In this get back meeting at this hour? Bobo ka? Bobo ka. Approved naman but, nakakahiya levels 1000000000. Santa Santita Taylor Swift, hayup ka. Dinarang mo ako nung may sakit ako. Ngayon, parang no turning back na tayo. 

This may be my reminder to take it as calmly as possible because there’s always limits and there’s always time to step on the breaks. Even when I was driving, the gas pedal is lit. While I am causing liabilities to my team, I feel like they are trying to give me a runway; not tolerating ha. More of okay, you got this, still. Slow and steady lang. HUHUHUHUHU. Killing me with kindness and compassion. Stress; but sige, let’s give this a try. Maiba naman. I’m so used to beating the shit out of me to the point na ubos na and walking dead na ako e. So, 180-degree turn ito. Shemay, mamiiiii. YOKO NA. Kaya ko ba? Bagal ko mag-type. Thank u, universe for AI assists. I came across a content saying that AI would allow humans to make more with their limited time. Me: Limited time on earth ba ‘to? Or limited time sa work and life? HAHAHAHAHAHA. Very dry and dark humor right there, yowwzaaa, mama. Simplehan ko lang kasi kahit minsan, for godsake. Try ko lang ‘di ba? 

More importantly, I guess I’m also overthinking na naman because our new hire holds so much potentials and I feel baka I don’t have the guns to power her up in this kind of frail state. UGH. I don’t give super details about work in general, but, let this be reminder of me trying to power through with my vulnerabilities. SHEMAY. Dalisay season na ba talaga ako? Kakanood ng pagkatalo ng bargas gaming ng Maroons kasi. I got dibs on Archers - Maroons game but, no Satan. Alam ko na what will happen and it did. Hindi na ako bibili ng NB 327 na may maroon na N because, with how things are going, strategic play wins tactical play all the time. Second dad lambasted me saying that Maroon championship is but a chamba. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I didn’t negate him. Sapul e. Hindi rin naman ako tanga. Bright side and blind side gaming nga ‘di ba?  Also, the players are strong but there’s something so off when they pounce. As in. Butas talaga play mga sir. Isipin ko na lang na on top of my fog brain, nursing a broken hidden maroon heart drama ko para mala-faux pas. 

My lucid dream is so weird. I was with a chixxx whom I do not know tapos clingy super. Happy pa ako nung first few scenes then, ewan ko ba, got bored na eventually. Nothing weird naman sa dream pero I may XY din umeksena. I was like WTF is this person doing here? LOL. Anyway, dreams are but dreams, so tabi. Need ko maka-recover. Baka wala na forda bills ang ferson. LOL. Bright side and blind side szn is on.  Look at this Maroon MV. YT talaga a. You know my vibe. :D Hahahaha. Cuties na poppin’. <3 Eto na tayo, Tuesday. Cute nila. The shit show is slaying. Kaso may mga weird acting pero we can let that go. Sana, I power through not for my ego lang, but for the greater good. May INXS pa and indie watering hole which reminds me of another hahahahahahaha moment. Sorry na po, Lordeeee sa lahat ng kalokohan ko noon. Mabait na po ako now. Ang agaaaa. Let’s goooowww. 

#Youtube

[myherowritings]

ok this might sound like a dumb request but i thought it would be funny so reader is married to bakugou and you go to his agency and the new receptionist is mean to you and bakugou goes up to the receptionist and they are like “what a bitch” and bakugou just goes “that was my wife”

pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x female!reader

author’s note: give me pro hero bakugou or give me death. lolol. thank you for the request! it wasn’t dumb at all, i found it hilarious and fun to write. ^-^ plus, PRO HERO BAKUGOU. what more can one need? xx sofia

[coming up next: secretary/manager!reader request bc that trope owns me]

“Don’t tell me that idiot forgot his lunch again…”

Grumbling under your breath, you sighed as you spotted his red bento box sitting in the refrigerator. It was right next to his favorite water bottle with a sticky note in your handwriting that read, ‘DON’T FORGET YOUR LUNCH, BAKA xoxo’.

And yet, there it was. Neglected in the fridge.

You realized maybe you should’ve placed the sticky note on the door so he could see it before leaving, but hindsight was 20/20 after all.

It wasn’t that Katsuki was forgetful, per se– In fact, he was the exact opposite of that. He was observant and attentive, even when he tried to appear like he wasn’t. But with the recent developments in his hero agency as well as an unusual spike of crime in the Shibuya ward, his hands have been quite full lately.

You noticed he came home later looking more tired than usual, but the determined spark in his eyes never wavered. That was something you had always admired about him.

What you didn’t so much admire, however, was when Bakugou let his motivation to be the best take the driver’s seat while his sleep and wellbeing got shoved in the trunk.

“How are you supposed to save the world and be the Number One Hero if you don’t fucking feed yourself?” you scolded, even though he was at work and couldn’t hear you.

Today, you took a very rare and much needed day off from work because–unlike your husband–you knew it was okay to take a break if you really needed it. And while you planned to stay home and finish reading your current book, you supposed you could take a break from relaxing and deliver Katsuki his lunch.

In record time, you changed out of your pajamas and grabbed the bento box from the refrigerator, making sure you grabbed your house keys before leaving to catch the train.

You sighed, resting your head against the window of the crowded train. “The things I do for this man.”

Okay– You didn’t exactly need to bring his lunch to him. You very well knew Bakugou was capable of running to the convenience store and grabbing a somewhat filling meal, but they weren’t made with love. This one was.

Besides, you enjoyed visiting him at the agency. It was nice to see him in his element, and you got along with all of the staff. Especially that one receptionist of his! She was a lovely older lady who always had the best sweets to give.

But when you stepped foot inside his office, bento box and water bottle in hand, she was nowhere in sight.

Instead, you saw a much younger woman typing away at the monitor.

“Hi, there!” you greeted, a warm smile on your face as you peered at her name badge. Hayashi. “Did Sugiyama-san take the day off?”

She barely spared you a glance. “Sugiyama-san no longer works here. Are you lost or something?”

You let out a forced laughter. “No, I’m just looking for Katsuki– Ground Zero.”

The clicking sound of the keyboard stopped and Hayashi turned her attention to you, eyeing you up and down with what seemed like a disdainful look on her face. You blinked.

“Ground Zero isn’t doing any fan signings right now, sweetheart.”

Bristling at her condescending tone, the smile on your face slowly slipped. “Actually, sweetheart, I’m here to bring Kacchan his lunch.”

Hayashi narrowed her eyes. “We don’t accept food as fanmail, but you can always try the dumpster in the alleyway.”

“Excuse me?” you said, voice raised in a sharp tone. If this was Katsuki’s new receptionist, you were going to have to ask him who the fuck would give her the job. “This isn’t fanmail, this is his lunch which he forgot at our home! And even if it was fanmail, you have no right to be so rude to those who look up to Ground Zero and view him as–”

“I’m a little too busy for a lecture right now, miss,” she interrupted with a fake smile, turning back to her screen. “But you can put whatever you have to say in a letter.”

“Keep talking and I’ll put something up your–”

“What’s going on here?”

You froze at his voice, slowly turning your head to face a stern-looking Bakugou with his arms folded over his chest. The glare on his face directed towards his receptionist was so scalding, even you were sympathetic for her.

“Hi, honey,” you greeted with a smile, his gaze softening when his eyes met yours. “You forgot your–”

“Ground Zero!” Hayashi cut you off with a gasp, not seeming to realize the deep pile of shit she was already in. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

The wrinkle between Bakugou’s brow reappeared as he scowled at her. “What do you want?”

Not noticing his menacing look, she pointed her index finger at you and continued, “This lady stormed in here and starting making outrageous claims and threatening me! Can you believe that? What a bitch.”

Katsuki blinked.

You gaped. Not so much at her uncalled for words, but her unprofessionalism. Who would use that terminology in front of their boss?

“This lady you’re calling a bitch?” His eyes narrowed into slits. “She’s my wife.”

There was a moment of silence where the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bakugou was so angry you could hear the popping noises sounding from his forearms, and Hayashi’s face was a sickly pale when she realized the gravity of her words.

“Now, would you like to repeat what you just said, Hayashi?” he asked, voice low and biting.

She shook her head meekly. “N-No, Ground Zero, s-sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” With one final glower in her direction, Bakugou walked over to you, placing his warm hands on your upper arms and holding you close. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, greeting him with a quick peck on the cheek as you felt him begin to calm down. To ease the tension, you gave him a smile, holding up a neatly wrapped bento box in a red furoshiki. “You forgot your lunch again.”

With a short exhale of laughter, he accepted the food with a shake of his head.

“You have to make sure you’re eating well,” you scolded, patting his cheek gently. “If you keep forgetting your food, I’m going to start to think you’re doing it on purpose so I visit you more often.”

“I would never.”

“Sure, you wouldn’t.”

He rolled his eyes, but his annoyed look didn’t seem as genuine when there was a smile threatening to form on his face. “Want to head up to my office for lunch? I can call off work early and we can go home after.”

You beamed, lighting up at the idea of Katsuki taking a much needed break from work, even if just for a few hours. “Sounds perfect.”

As you intertwined your fingers with his and walked out of the foyer, Bakugou turned around and called for his receptionist.

“Oh– Right. Hayashi?”

She bolted upright, smoothing her hair down with a cautious look. “Yes, sir?”

“You’re fired.”

#me when i wrote the last line: M I C D R O P #i should be studying for finals but instead i'm writing pro hero bakugou bc i love u guys smh #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #kacchan #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #reader insert #bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #my hero academia #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou scenario #mha x reader

[h0n3ypup]

Tag Yourself Meme + Duos

Warning: Long Post

Choukei (Osomatsu + Karamatsu): The Dad/Mom friend, extremely indulgent in memes (probably quotes vines on a daily basis), loves affection, appreciates Ichimatsu, has their fair share of angst and fluff - though probably horny on main 99% of the time, Uses either: RaNdOm CaPtiaLIsatIOn, ALL CAPITALISATION, italics or bold in everyday texting

Sokudo (Osomatsu + Choromatsu): Karamatsu who?, really kind but can be a bit socially awkward (?), could ramble for hours about their headcanons in the Religious AU, you probably shouldn’t check their internet history, prefers tea over coffee, owns alot of merchandise

Parka (Osomatsu + Ichimatsu): The definition of Horny on Main, kinda lazy, Social interaction? Nah... , an actual artistic god, coffee addict, comes off intimidating at first but is the softest person ever, uses 💦 alot, deep fried memes and despacito on a friday night? god you’re valid

Baka (Osomatsu + Jyushimatsu): SCREAMS ALOT!!!!!, an angel, loves sweet foods - eating the cake batter while cooking, not very horny on main? mostly keep it to themselves or just not at all, would wing a whole entire math’s test, gets along well with Karamatsu stans, fhdgskjlkdjegsui, has the best smiles

Beni (Osomatsu + Todomatsu): Stans Todomatsu 75% of the time, “you stole my uwus”, extremely kinky, memes are literally on another level of god, watches funny animal videos in their spare time, quite fashionable, either loves or hates Karamatsu - no inbetween

Suiriku (Karamatsu + Choromatsu): Quiet but screaming on the inside, will not hesitate to gush about suiriku if you ask them, need hugs on a daily basis, enjoys the nasties (?????????) but prefer to keep quiet about it, The Mom friend (work with Choukei stans to be good parentals), will scream compliments at you if you ever doubt yourself, doesn’t feel comfortable texting very often but loves you alot 

Iro (Karamatsu + Ichimatsu): Horny on main alot, angsty and loves putting Karamatsu through pain, master artist, that one friend that constantly slaps your ass for no reason, daydreams about good iro concepts to write but gets to lazy, drowning in the Mafia AU, intimidating at first but is actually a giant dork

Kinniku (Karamatsu + Jyushimatsu): Probably a dog lover, oversized hoodiesss, pure, keyboard slams are perhaps 60% of their text messages, gushes and screams about how much their love their friends, shotgun’s the swingset, still uses xD and Dx, you think they don’t swear but out of the blue you just hear slams the table I need to take a fucking piss

Zaimoku (Karamatsu + Todomatsu): Fashionable as fuck, really good with themes and colours, uses social media alot, has a secret obsession with slime, kinkery, angsty sometimes? fluffy and soft lots of time, uses lol and lmao unironically, throws random shit at their friends when they’re bored or just whenever

Nenchuu (Choromatsu + Ichimatsu): Cat lover, unironically nyas at you, sits in the corner with their headphones in, update: they’re asleep, very awkward but trying their best!!!, quietly but aggressively supports their friends, tries to avoid eye contact when the shop worker greets them but secretly envies and acknowledges how wonderful they are

Wakaba (Choromatsu + Jyushimatsu): Tells it as it is, loves Matsyo and Matsuzo alot, tea? coffee? this one loves hot chocolate!!, would die for their friends, quite passionate at times, doodler and daydreamer

Cyber (Choromatsu + Todomatsu): In love with the plant aesthetic, amazing artist, hates showing people what music they’re listening to, quiet but secretly judging you, has a somewhat appreciation for side characters, uwu/owo/iwi/;w;/nwn constantly

 Suuji (Ichimatsu + Jyushimatsu): Pure, Pure, Pure, Pure, appreciative and loves everyone, not quite an extrovert but not an introvert either? Like in the middle I guess, has eaten pet treats somewhere in their childhood, love animals, kinda..... kinda kinky.... b-but don’t tell the cops!, gets along with Sue fans (younger crew!!)

Ichito 110 (Ichimatsu + Todomatsu): In love with soft animals, sarcastic, constantly >:3ing at you, schemer,  probably into lovecore somewhere along the line, asks for your Instagram just to stalk it, the extra friend, doodler

Sue (Jyushimatsu + Todomatsu): Relates to Sue because they’re the youngest in their family too, purest in their friend group, secretly the devil himself, could chug 24 chicken nuggets in one go, dips their mcdonalds fries in thickshakes, need lots of love and affection otherwise they’ll die, binging on disney movies on their friday night, has all the Oso San openings in a playlist that is constantly looped

Note: Some of these are not based off the duo’s personalities, but rather based on what has been observed by the duos’ fan base and just silly predictions(?) etc. Thanks!

✨Please don’t tag as BLmatsu!✨

#osomatsu San #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Todomatsu #You can interact if you are a BLmatsu supporter or whatever! Just don't tag the platonic duos as it~ Thank you! <3 #Choukei #Sokudo #Parka #Baka #Beni #Suiriku #Iro #Kinniku #Zaimoku #Nenchuu #Wakaba #Cyber #Suuji #Ichito #Sue #Milk.png #im about to cry this took so long #repost this and i'll eat your phone

[tetsuomizumori]

Chapter 1

Tetsuo leaned back in his office chair and did that Japanese exhaustion thing that sounds like “Eeeaah!”. He was a short and somewhat dumpy man, the kind of person destined to a lifetime of menial office work.

The day’s work was done, and he was tired. It had taken endless hours of typing, but the insurance policy was complete and he could turn it in to his boss the next morning. He was so tired though, and the sleep crept greedily into his eyes, forcing him to tired blink.

“Maybe just a minute...” he mumbled, laying his head down on his keyboard.

*beep* *beep* *bebebebebeeeep*

Ten minutes later he groaned and lifted his head from the keyboard. His face hurt, and his head hurt too. How much caffeine did I slam to get that report done, he thought, idly reaching for an advil in his desk drawer. He sat up to grab his waterbottle and wash the pill down when he saw the computer screen. It was blank. Tetsuo’s eyes widened in terror. His hand raced to the mouse and he tried to scrollwheel up, desperately hoping words would appear. They didn’t.

Tetsuo bolted up out of his chair, knocking it over.

“Kenichi! KENICHI!” he shouted.

Office workers looked up at him curiously, like one might watch a monkey banging on the glass at the zoo.

He ran to Kenichi’s desk, sweat dripping from his slightly chubby face. Kenichi was a newer hire, a good 15 years younger than Tetsuo’s 40. He was average looking, maybe a bit handsome.

“What is it Tetsuo?” he asked, squinting. Kenichi knew Tetsuo rarely came to him unless he needed his help, but Kenichi put up with it because of the good canned coffee he brought him every day. It was sad really, thought Kenichi, Tetsuo would be working the same shitty job as Kenichi rose in rank.

“The Nakamori file-“ Tetsuo panted out. His hands were on his sides and he was breathing heavily from the short sprint.

“Oh, did you finish it? Congrats.”

“No, I- It’s gone! I think I deleted it all!”

Kenichi put his face in his hands and exhaled loudly.

“I know! I know it’s bad! Please Kenichi come see if you can help.”

“Fine, fine,” he replied, scooping up a few items on his desk. “I was just about to leave for the day anyway.”

They walked over to Tetsuo’s desk and Kenichi tapped some keys before frowning.

“You’ve totally gone over the undo limit. Did you make a backup or send it to anyone at any point?”

“No, fuck! Kenichi I’m so fucked!”

“Sorry friend, looks like you’re going to have to tell the boss that-“

“The boss!” Tetsuo grabbed his head like he was trying to keep it from exploding and fell to his knees. “He’s going to fire me for sure. What do I do Kenichi?” he screamed in panic.

“Fire you for what?” came a cool voice.

The two men turned to see Mr. Takahara tapping his shoe against the thinly carpeted floor.

Kenichi’s eyes widened and he took a step back.

Tetsuo burst into tears. “Mr. Takahara, I didn’t mean to! I, I, I fell asleep and accidentally deleted the Nakamori file!”

He sobbed as Mr. Takahara looked down at him with a frown. His jaw clenched.

The two employees waited in nervous silence.

“Baka!” shouted Mr. Takahara, and he swung his knee hard into Tetsuo’s stomach.

Tetsuo fell to the floor gasping for air, and Mr. Takahara looked up at Kenichi.

“I didn’t see anything!” Kenichi yelped, and he walked quickly back to his desk.

Mr. Takahara took a deep breath. “You’re such a fuckup Tetsuo. Why do I even keep you on payroll?”

“P-please! Just let me-” gasped Tetsuo.

“No!” his boss shouted. “No more second chances. Get out of my building you fat slob. Don’t expect this week’s paycheck.”

Emotion crashed over Tetsuo, and he vomited onto the floor.

Mr. Takahara gave him a pitying look and walked back to his office.

[showhohyuk]

how about. Me,,,,mmmmm taht @jooheonies love,,,,mmmmm

anon wrote: :D nawar!

bloodorangeki wrote: @jooheonies :/

send me a tumblr user’s url and i’ll tell you what i think about them !

My baby, my angel !! My tentacle lover ! Before we even start with the actual love post and I get all emo and cry over my keyboard I just want to point out the absolute power you hold over me? I’ll go about my day fine and dandy and as soon as you message me my center of gravity immediately shifts and all I can do is sit helplessly as I jiggle like sad Jell-O as the waves of love come crashing over me. (Literally… so evil; Nawar is chaotic evil and will never admit it, what a fool. I know better…)

With all that aside, I can finally validate you miss Nawar to my utmost capacity or until I literally have written a 300k fic about you. Warning it might get sappy and gross but don’t make fun of me I’m sensitive and I have a lot of feelings :(( I’ve rewritten this so many times, I’m only a fool for you.

There’s this artist I’ve followed for months and months, her name is Chiara Bautista; she has a series of works following the moon and night sky (depicted as a bunny-mask donned woman (?) and a wolf, respectively) and it’s honestly, I’ve never felt more moved by art than when I saw those pieces. I lovingly refer to them as being “written in the stars” because Bautista seemingly doesn’t name her works… interesting. But they’re so beautiful and they’re both ethereal and magical but also tragic and heartbreaking. I, a dumbass, have lovingly referred to you as the tragic protagonist of my dreams, and I meant it; because when I saw that art, I realized that that’s how I saw you? In a weird way? You remind me of past lives and soulmates and red strings and sideways glances and etc etc.

I don’t even know why; but you know… I feel like everyone has someone in their life that they can see having some epic love story, or being the protagonist of one. And every time I think of you I think of love written in the stars and fate and I even have this recurring daydream of you and a red string and love so beautiful the universe falls to its knees… and it drives me insane because why… why when sometimes you talk about tentacles and feet and spit and do so much questionable shit… why.

It’s all so endearing though. I promised I would be completely honest writing this and I’m being honest when I say I’m stupidly endeared by all the foolish things you do and the even more foolish things you say. You’ve been told that you’re annoying or clingy or whiny and all this other shit ad nauseam, but I for one find it all so fucking. Precious. I should be annoyed; in any other given situation I would be, but your power is making me stupidly fond of you no matter how much you stress me out by eating dumb shit and all this other STUFF. God. You’ve already heard all of this before, but that’s because I feel like I can be open with you about everything. Usually, I tend to get into friendships I regret especially online, and that’s usually because I don’t know how to say no, but with you it’s all seemed so? Natural, like you’re with me every day and I inherently am with you every day.

You probably think I’m dumb as hell for being so needy about you being needy with me because? Who the fuck does that? Who sits around waiting to validate people? FOOLS. AKA me, the biggest damn fool on the planet; but it’s all for one (1) person. It’s gotten to the point where my friends think that I’m like… in capital-L in Love with you (mood!) or that we’re dating. Haha jokes on you, fools! Nawar is a piece of art and the signs say DO NOT TOUCH ! God, I literally love going on and on about how much I love you and how much you mean to me and everything but? It’s all so real… I’m not even joking when I say I think about you !! A lot !!

Like I love going to sleep at like… 8 PM but I stay up way later talking to you and I don’t even realize the time until it’s 2 AM and I’m sitting there hating my life but not giving a shit because you’re cute and we’re talking about fool things. Tentacles. Shownu’s asshole. Moldy jell-o. Literally anything goes in a chat between tungle users jooheonies and shwhyuk :/ damb, we live like this… Also speaking of… talking. I LVOE YOUR VOICE. God, your voice is so cute and adorable and usually I hate really high-pitched voices but yours… it’s so cute it’s like talking to a whole ass candy bar it’s that sweet. Everything about you is something I usually find myself hating but miss Nawar… you’ve changed my mind about literally everything while simultaneously validating every reasonable thought in my head about people like you. Now I fully support Libras, now I love clingy people, now I love high voices, now I love everything about you try to change my mind !!!

Going back to the art pieces I mentioned way in the beginning but never elaborated upon: I also feel like… you’re the moon of my life? Wow we did a full 360 turnaround but I saw the moon and I thought of you again :/ Like I don’t even know why but I think of all these romantic things and think of you by association; I think my heart loves you but my mind hasn’t caught up yet because my heart’s beating too fast. (That’s the most foolish sentence I’ve ever read in my life and I’m writing a fucking essay right now what the fuck.) The moon? You. The sun? You. The stars? You. Everything in this universe makes me think of you while also being literally lackluster in comparison to you; I’m blinded by the furious rage of my love and nothing can change that… wild.

And on top of being super endearing and cute and everything you’re also fucking GORGEOUS STUNNING BEAUTIFUL INCREDIBLE AMAZING… how did I not elaborate on this before god I’m literally such a fool… BAKA. N e ways, you are literally the goth girlfriend of my dreams that I never knew I wanted but the one I need?? Your fake nose ring?? Your yellow top that could forcibly send me into cardiac arrest??? Not 2 literally be gay or whatever but I’m 1000000000% sure you’re the most beautiful girl in existence I don’t know any girls anymore I only know Nawar hehe !!! Like this entire message is so fucking gay and laced with some sort of gay chaos clocking in at literally 1.1k words right now (which is so fucking unreal because I can never manage to hit the word count for essays but as soon as it’s about you I can whip out a million words in under ten seconds wow conside me… whipped) but I feel like I haven’t talked enough about you? I got 3 separate asks telling me to talk about you so I have to keep fucking going??

I don’t even know what to say because half the time I’m really so stupidly fond that I sit there like a complete FOOL smiling at my phone for no damn reason like we were talking about Boba girl but also I was like “I bet my outfit would snatch the FUCK out of Nawar” like wtf… how could u… distract me from my one and only love miss boba girl… how… that’s true power: knocking my thoughts away from a cute girl to THE CUTEST GIRL !!!! THAT’S YOU !!!! I know I’m so incoherent now compared to earlier but I’ve been writing for a whole ass hour and I’m now realizing I could go on for another eighty but I don’t want you nor anyone else to suffer from my undying love? Stop Shannon from literally being in love with Nawar challenge :/ Failed.

I’m not even going to proof-read this because I know just how much of a mess I am like this is so wild… what the fuck am I doing… how did I go on this long. I know I’m gonna feel like I didn’t write enough and make a part two or a part million because damn… I love running my mouth about you :/ I’m literally only stopping for everyone’s sanity because this shit is now 1.4k and I can’t believe I’m writing in?? Arial at pt.10 single-spaced and I’m at two (2) whole ass pages like mf NAWAR LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME… GOD.

GOOD FUCKING NIGHT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OR WHATEVER… HHHNNGN EVIL. I’m gonna go and sob into my pillows about how much I love you now… I’m such a mess !

#hopefully there's no mistakes i didn't proofread and im tired hehee #I LOVE YOU I GUESS FOOL #jesus christ it's 1.4k im gonna die wtf #WHY #answered #ask game #jooheonies #@nawar