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jeanthebeagle · 17 days

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Grishaverse/Ketterdam dashboard simulator

🪙 Barrelrat1877 follow

just spilled my drink on a Fierdan's boots and now he's threatening to duel me. Should I call the stadwatch??? I'm lowkey scared.

#guys please help me

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SUBMISSION: Last night I was walking around the barrel and I saw dirtyhands petting a dog. Like I'm not even joking, no gloves and all. And it was one of those crusty white ones.

#submission #omg I hope he washes his hands??? # those dogs are so crusty

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Final results from 672 votes

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Razorgulls stop sending anon hate to op over a poll challenge, level impossible, no glue no borax.

#i hope they get caught for tax fraud

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A drawing my talented daughter made of Sankta Alina. We pray to her each night 🙏🙏🙏

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46.244.29.14

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hello??? Omg. Why would you dox someone just like that??? This is literally putting them in danger. It's just a sweet mother with her child, who posted a drawing. What is wrong with you.

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Op admitted to lying like a year ago about how they don't actually have a kid, but took the post down. It's probably a dime lion trying to troll us like they did in mass when sankta alina died. Also, respectfully, shut up. You posts thirst traps and long drawn out texts on how the king of ravka is "babygirl”. Go get help.

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To the citizen who spread a highly damaging rumor that we were hosting a petting zoo inside the church, please come to talk to us. You are not in danger, but words will be exchanged. Lots of trouble was caused due to careless behavior.

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Womp womp

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Hey guys. Sorry I haven't been able to update my Pekka Rollins x Jan van eck fanfic. I've been searching for my mom for almost a week since she ran away after hearing that you had to get a vaccine for Firepox after the last outbreak. (She believes in praying to the saints.)

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I hate all of you. Why is this website making Kaz Brekker a soft boy when he literally MURDERS PEOPLE. No, he won't cry if you hug him. No he doesn't want to pet your dog. He'll take your eye out.

Stop romanticizing crime, all of you are sick.

(I am TIRED of the dog memes. Brekker is a crime boss. Why would any of you think he'd even care about your dog.)

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Your border collie is nice. But your chihuahua barks too much.

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literally just saw some tall ass guy with a huge gun, a revolver and the brightest outfit l've ever seen, trot past my window??? In broad daylight??? Like oh my god. It felt like looking at a stork who made a wish he was human. His clothes were purple and green. Who wears that. Like, iconic. But still.

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But was he handsome

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He was built like a stork.

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But was he handsome???

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I'm not answering that... who is this.

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Op answer

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Op we all want to know

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OP THIS IS AN URGENT MATTER

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leftoverenvy · 3 months

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 29)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.8 k

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Taglist: @ssa-sapphic 🧸; @5raysofsunshine 🌮; @reidselle 🦭; @swiftfiles 🐝💚; @gaelic-symphony 🎻 ; @sadgirlml 🌻💌; @hotchs-bitch 🦆 ; @multiverse-mxdness ; @madelineleong ; @scorpsik 🎨 ; @heidss

A/n: Wow, I am so so sorry that it's been so long since an update. I've finally found my joy in writing again. If you're still following this story, I cannot tell you how much your patience and loyalty means to me. Enjoy <3

Chapter 29 - Wayward

My summer with Emily was like a dream. She had only been gone on two cases, spending more regular hours in the office. We didn't comment on her unusually light case load for fear it would jinx it. I loved the time we were able to spend together with a more normal schedule. I enjoyed twisting myself around her while we watched movies on the couch. I relished the way she made me feel as she watched me play the piano. I yearned for the way she touched me every night.

Even though she had been gone for a case in Alaska for the last week, I still counted it a blessing to have had so many weeks uninterrupted by calls away. "Hi angel!" I startled, jumping halfway off the couch.

Once I had caught my breath, I smiled widely and responded, "Emily!" She flopped down next to me on the couch, pulling me in for a proper kiss. "Missed you," I mumbled between kisses. Once our frenzy had slowed down, I whispered against her neck, "I have something for you."

"That's funny, me too!" She whipped out a keychain with a photo of the Northern Lights in it.

I chuckled, sitting up to grab it and examine it more closely. "This is actually very pretty, Em. I thought these were supposed to be cheesy."

"I thought the Alaskan landscape deserved better. It was gorgeous up there; I wish you could have seen it."

"Thank you, babe. I love it." She kissed my cheek, tugging me closer.

"Now," she started, "What's this about a present for me?" I smiled bashfully, suddenly nervous to play the song I had finished for her. "I thought I was supposed to bring you presents."

"I didn't say it was a present. It's not a big deal. Just a lil something."

"Mmhm," she hummed skeptically, her eyes narrowing. "Show me." Something in Emily's glittering eyes told me she was excited by the prospect of receiving a gift. When was the last time someone had gotten her something that she really wanted?

I reluctantly left her arms and stood up. Butterflies swarmed my stomach, nerves overtaking me. This was a bad idea. I should have recorded her song and let her listen to it on her own. I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet – she was going to hate this.

"I've uh," I nervously sat down at the bench, "Been composing this summer." I had worked all summer on this composition when Emily was out of the house.

"I know, baby. You've done some really great pieces."

"Yeah, well." I swallowed thickly. I tried to think of what to say next. I thought you deserved one to show you how much I love you. Instead, I whispered, "This one's called 'Emily's Song.'" Before she could say anything, I started playing.

As soon as I pressed down on the keys, my hands knew what to do. I didn't need to think about it, muscle memory controlled my fingers. I felt myself start to tear up playing, knowing just how much love I had woven into this song. I wished I was brave enough to tell her. Embarrassed by how emotional I was, I begged my eyes to suck the tears back in, certain Emily would be appreciative but not emotional.

As I started the last part of the song, I knew that I would never love anyone like I loved Emily Prentiss. But the thought terrified me. I was only twenty-two – what did I know about love? And how could she feel even a fraction of what I felt for her?

When the final notes of the song rang through the air, I couldn't bring myself to look at Emily, far too embarrassed. I heard her sniff and then push herself off the couch. Another beat passed and I felt her arms wrap around my shoulder. "That was perfect, Indi. Thank you." She pressed a kiss to my temple, her lips lingering longer than usual. "I mean it, angel. No one's ever written a song for me before. It was absolutely beautiful."

Her lips trailed down the side of my face, lingering at the corner of my mouth and until I turned my head to kiss her back. She deepened the kiss and trailed her hands down my body to show me how much she liked the song.

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Emily and I fell back into our morning routine as if we hadn't broken it during the summer. I made us breakfast as she packed her go bag for work. We ate in silence, as she read on her iPad. Breaking the quiet, she asked, "Are you ready for your first day back?"

"I guess," I responded morosely. "I liked our summer together. I liked being able to focus on music and you. No math or English essays to worry about." Emily chuckled at that, moving her dishes to the sink.

"At least you have a good first recital piece ready."

Puzzled, I asked, "Which one?"

"My song," she said, beaming with pride.

I narrowed my eyes with uncertainty. "You really think it's good enough for recital?"

"Yes I do," she affirmed. And her voice was so confident, it left no room for objection. "This will be your best semester yet!" she said positively.

"But how can I be expected to do homework when you're home if your case load keeps up like this?"

"Are you pushing for me to go away on a case?" she asked with a smirk.

"Absolutely not!" I protested. "I'm just saying, it will be hard to concentrate knowing you're home."

"We'll manage, angel." She kissed me on the forehead and moved to holster her gun to her hip. My heart skipped a beat staring at her; she made everything look sexy. "I'm off to work now. I'll text you if I'm called away." She leaned down to kiss me briefly. "I want to hear all about how your first day goes! I'll call you if I'm away, or I'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Em." When the door to the garage closed softly behind her, I sighed. I wanted to get to campus early so I could get a good seat in class. I quickly did our dishes, grabbed my backpack, and hurried out the door.

But life had a funny way of balancing itself out. I had had the best summer of my life and was already disappointed to have to go back to classes, just to receive the worst welcome back to school present: my car broke down. I called Emily in tears, worried that I was going to start the semester off on the wrong foot with my first professor.

I dialed Emily's number with shaky hands, feeling the passing cars shake mine as they zoomed past me on the highway. I wasn't sure how Emily understood me through my hiccups and tears when I told her I was stuck on the shoulder of the highway.

"Shhh. Calm down, baby. It's going to be okay, I'll make all the arrangements. As soon as we're off the phone, I'll call a tow company to come get it and take it to the shop." I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, tears abating, thankful, as always, for Emily.

She continued, "In the meantime, baby, just drive the Lexus – the keys are by the door." I felt my heart rate elevate at the thought. "Or, if you'd prefer, you can Uber over to Quantico and pick up the Jag." Pick up the Jag. She said it so casually, as if driving one of her very expensive cars did not cause me extreme anxiety.

"No I do not want to "pick up the Jag!" Emily, what if I crash your car?!" I felt my face go hot at the thought, palms starting to sweat in anxiety. "You love all of these cars and they're so expensive and I'm not on your insurance!" I rushed out.

"Breathe Indi! It's just a car. And you don't have one right now. Please, take whatever car you want. Or Uber everywhere – I'll put more money in your account for it. Is that what you'd prefer?"

"No!" I nearly shouted. I took another deep breath, trying to keep in perspective that this wasn't Emily's fault and she was just trying to help. "I-" I exhaled into the phone. "I'm sorry," I deflated, "It wasn't fair to blow up at you like that. I appreciate you letting me drive the Lexus."

Sensing the storm was over, Emily said, "I'm only sorry I can't see you drive it." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "I'm certain you'd look damn sexy in that car."

I chuckled and swiped at the remaining tears, embarrassed I had cried so much in front of Emily. "We'll see if you still say that when I ding your Lexus," I half joked.

"Like I said," her tone more serious, "It's just a car, angel." I paused, unsure what else to say. Her voice was calming though – she calmed me. "Look, I've gotta run. I promise I'll send a tow truck, but Uber home and grab the Lexus so you aren't late for class, okay?"

"Okay," I said softly, tears welling back up in my eyes.

"I'll call you later with an update."

"Bye…" And the line went dead.

- - -

Throughout my first class, my thoughts fixated on my car and how I was going to pay for everything. Even though Emily had been paying for most everything the last few months, I wasn't sure I'd be able to afford whatever the mechanic's bill was going to be.

As my thoughts contemplated every little thing that could go wrong with my car, I missed everything my professor said. I was immensely thankful the first day was always spent going over the syllabus. I'd just have to make sure to read that thoroughly later tonight.

Over the lunch hour, Emily called. "Car's toast and probably not worth fixing." So much for easing into it, I thought. I sighed deeply. Of course life would throw this at me. Things with Emily were just too good for everything else to be going right.

"Okay…" I sighed. I mentally calculated how long I could go without a car while I built my savings up again. I also braced myself for having a conversation with Emily later about asking to go back to work; that battle wouldn't be won easily. But how else was I supposed to take on a car payment?

"I'll see you tonight, okay baby? I'm going to make sure to come home early."

- - -

Later that evening, once classes had finished, I arrived home. I was excited by the prospect of Emily coming home early, and I eagerly awaited the garage door opening to see if her car was in the garage. Once the door had raised fully, I counted three cars in the garage…except, whose car is that? In my spot, where my car should have been, was parked a shiny, new Audi. Panic swelled inside of me. I didn't want to rush to conclusions, but Emily didn't drive Audis. In fact, I had told her it was my dream car. But surely she wouldn't have irrationally bought me a car without thinking about it first.

Not seeing the Jag parked in her spot, I quickly dialed her number as I walked through the door. "Do you like it?!" she asked excitedly.

"So I'm not crazy?" I spit out, trying to control my rising temper. "You did buy me a car?"

"Yes! Do you like it?" she repeated.

"Emily…" I said in warning.

"Don't make this a big deal, India. I swear to god, don't. This isn't a big deal."

Her flippant tone fanned the flames of my anger. "It's a car, Emily. An expensive one at that." Suddenly, Emily's cavalier attitude on spending rubbed me the wrong way. I had never cared what anyone did with their money; it was theirs to do with as they pleased. But to hear firsthand how dismissive she was about such a purchase enraged me. Especially because she was wasting her money on me.

How could she not understand this? She threw money around like it was nothing. It made me feel like shit, like I was worthless. How could I ever repay someone who gave me everything? How could I ever be enough for her? I had nothing. I was nothing.

She sighed into the phone. "Can we talk about this when I get home?"

Clipped, I responded, "Great." And I hung up. Immediately, I knew I shouldn't have done that. No matter how badly she angered me, she didn't deserve to be disrespected.

I paced the living room waiting for Emily, counting out each step until I lost track. I tried to match my breathing to each tick of the clock on the wall. For forty-three minutes, I tried to calm down, anxious about our impending argument.

But no amount of mental preparation would have helped, because as soon as Emily walked through the door, we started fighting about the car.

"I don't see what the big deal is, Indi. It's a car for fuck's sake." I winced at her cursing during an argument.

"But that's exactly it, Emily! You can't understand why this is a big deal for me."

"Do you not like the car? Is that what it is? We can exchange it for any kind that you want," she offered.

"It's too much! And it wasn't part of the deal!" I shouted at her.

Shock flooded her face and she froze. Softly, almost hurt, she asked, "Do you seriously still consider this just an arrangement?" She spit the last word out as if it left a sour taste in her mouth. "You can stand there and really tell me that you still just see me as an ATM?"

"I NEVER saw you as an ATM, Emily. Of course this is more than being your sugar baby." It still didn't sit right. Rocks settled in my stomach. How could I ever get her to understand?

"Then what? You think just because I love you that should mean my support should just stop" - she snapped her fingers - "like that?"

Our argument entirely forgotten, "You love me?" I whispered, aching at the thought of her taking it back, but sick at the thought of her really meaning it. I wouldn't allow myself to believe she meant it.

"I-" She blew out a puff of air. "Yeah." Time stopped. My breathing, my thoughts – they all stopped. "I love you, Indi. I am so in love with you."

And for a split second, I almost accepted the car. But accepting this huge gift almost felt like I would be solidifying our original arrangement. I couldn't sort it out anymore. I was overwhelmed by it all. By how much I needed Emily. By how this had turned into something so different than the life I had pictured for myself. I didn't know who I was anymore; I had lost myself in a game of make believe.

Emily couldn't want me forever like I wanted her. Too soon she would realize that I could give her nothing in return. Only then, it would be too late for me. I would be too far gone, too far entrenched in the India Emily wanted me to be, the real Indi never to be seen again.

My eyes went huge at the thought. Who had I let Emily turn me into? Who had I become during this arrangement? And how had I lost myself so quickly? Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. This mansion felt like a collapsing, cardboard box. Emily's affection, once a warm, safe blanket around me, now felt like a noose.

Shaking my head, I turned and ran upstairs. When I came back down, bag packed, Emily hadn't moved an inch.

I needed distance from this life – from Emily – so I could find Indi again. But who was I without Emily? It had only been six months, and already I had no idea what life would be without her. I had pretended to be what I thought Emily wanted for so long that I forgot who I was. It didn't matter, though. Because if anything was certain it was that I could never be enough for Emily. She deserved so much more than the little I could give her.

I drove quickly back into the city, to Penelope, to my real life. I knocked on the door to what used to be my home praying Penelope was there to greet me. When she opened the door, tears flooded down my face. As I walked through the door, Pen's arms around me, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. I didn't feel at home here anymore. If I didn't fit into my old life, or into Emily's, where did I belong?

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celestialcrowley · 5 months

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Good morning! Good whatever-time-this-post-finds-you!

My phone updated. Thanks, I hate it. Anyway, I had a bio pinned, but I took it down because I wanted my 6,000 years meta to be pinned. I’m currently on the side of procrastination — I should be working on my GO fiction, someone shout at me to write — so here is a little bit more in depth bio about the ghost behind this tumblr.

🥂🪽🐝

Real Name: Sarah.

Nickname(s): There’s a list. Caps, Ghost, Khas, Khasper, Khasper the Spicy Ghost, Pippin, Haands, Crowley, Ginger and Tapeworm.

Nickname Origin(s): Buckle up. Caps is an age old nickname that was given to me because I wear hats all the time. Ghost began with a chat group I used to be in eons ago. The different variants of Khasper were given to me at my very first job, but we collectively agreed to change things up a bit, and Khasper the Spicy Ghost was born. Pippin was given to me when the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first released. Haands was given to me by former coworkers. Their reasoning behind that is I’ve got big hands. Crowley was given to me by my work bestie, and Ginger was given to me by the rest of my coworkers for my only slightly red hair. Or maybe it’s for my fiery personality. Tapeworm is something my uncle calls me presumably because I’m always hungry, but isn’t that the nature of an actual hobbit?

Preferred Name(s): Ghost, Khasper, Crowley, Ginger or Pippin.

Ao3: Beyond_Ineffable.

Social Media(s): I have Facebook and TikTok. My TikTok is actuallyahobbit89 if anyone is curious. I’m hardly on it though. I’ll pop in to post a video and then disappear like a ghost.

State: Born in raised in Floriduha. It’s a state of chaos.

Birthdate: July 25.

Pet(s): I’ve got two dogs. Mycroft is a probably Dutch shepherd Australian cattle dog mix. I’ve never had him DNA tested, but his mother is an Australian cattle dog. Patch is a portly pitbull mix.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, listening to music and true crime podcasts and stand up paddle boarding.

Personality: Here’s the best way I can describe this. I’m a permanently exhausted pigeon who functions on caffeine, anxiety and not enough sleep. I’m shy and socially awkward, but once I’m comfortable with someone and know that I can completely be myself around them, the anxiety disappears.

Favorite Holiday(s): Big spooky fan, me.

Favorite Drink(s): Coffee, Ice sparkling water + caffeine, London fog tea and cranberry juice.

Favorite Food(s): Sushi, tacos, salmon, crepes, lasagna, sweet potatoes and chicken teriyaki.

Favorite Dessert(s): Pumpkin pie.

Favorite Color(s): Turquoise, but any shade of blue, really. It’s pretty.

Favorite Quote(s): “She walks in starlight in another world.” “The world is not in your books and maps. It’s out there.” “Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.” “A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest because she should be sure that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” “I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.”

Favorite Book(s): The Inheritance Collection and Neverwhere, which I still need to finish reading.

Favorite TV Show(s): Good Omens, Sherlock, Lucifer, The Exorcist and Hannibal.

Favorite Movie(s): Bad Samaritan, The Hobbit trilogy, The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Favorite Character(s): Crowley, Aziraphale, Furfur, Hastur, Pippin, Bilbo Baggins, Sherlock, John Watson, Father Marcus and Will Graham.

Favorite Actor(s): David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Martin Freeman, Tom Hiddleston, Anthony Hopkins, Jason Statham, Keanu Reeves and Mads Mikkelsen. It’s an accent thing and a hair thing.

Favorite Song(s): There’s too many. I’ll just drop this here. Whiplash Radio.

Favorite Music Genre(s): Mostly everything under the sun.

Favorite Podcast(s): Small Town Murder.

Have You Ever Met A Celebrity: Yes. Jimmie Johnson, a NASCAR driver, visited the very first job I had. He brought his daughter. Story time! My former coworkers were being a bit too extra around him — personal space, what personal space? — and he didn’t like it. I had not yet had a chance to speak to him, and I was told not to because he’s rude. I didn’t believe that, so later, I saw Jimmie was standing at the fence with his daughter. I walked over, said hello and asked him if his daughter would like to pet the dog. He said yes, so I moved the dog closer so she could pet him through the fence. She did, he thanked me, and that was our interaction. He was very pleasant.

Have You Ever Been To A Concert: I have not, unfortunately.

Do You Collect Anything: Yes. Coffee cups, gnomes and pocket knives. That’s a weird combination.

Do You Have Any Idols: Yes! Neil Gaiman. He’s a legend and someone I admire, especially when the writer’s block is slaying me.

Is There A Real Life Friend You Can Completely Be Yourself With: Yes! I made a tumblr post about him! We’ve known each other a long time.

What Are Your Interests: All things spooky. Ghosts. Graveyards. Stars. Galaxies. Planets. Everything about the solar system. True crime. History. Metaphysical things.

Where Would You Love To Travel To: Ireland. New Zealand. Scotland.

Is There A Random Fact About Yourself That You’d Like To Share: I like flamingos.

No pressure tags: @phoen1xr0se @ineffabildaddy @peregrintook @sad-chaos-goblin @spot-o-bodysnatchin @apocalypticginger-blog @crowleyscleaninglady @missdeliadilisblog @ritz-writes @ineffablemoist @turquoisedata @azirapalalalala @peachworthy @pretendygood @belladonna413 @jackinistafflower @aziraphalalala @scarecrowcloud @tragic-cosmic-magic @musingsofmaisie

It’s open to everyone, but here is an apology dance in case I missed anyone! 💚

#the ghost speaks

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever)

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always

Father Figures

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

#be safe and kind #welcome to the blog #steddie #stranger things #my blog

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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stitches (- series masterlist) ~ ✧･ﾟ:*

PLAYLIST [coming soon…]

summary -

You died that night.

Simple as that.

One moment you were breathing, feeling your nerves rumbling around your insides as you swung around every which way as the monster jumped from street lamp to street lamp, its arm still digging painfully into your side, being released from its grip the next minute. You had hope, until you saw a bashed up camaro on fire outside a mall that was also roaring in flames…

- a fanfic for billy hargrove stans by a billy hargrove stan.

author’s note - Ladies, gentleman and anyone who is neither, here is a PSA: Viewer discretion is advised. I mean absolutely no harm to any character in this fanfic, this is just my interpretation of Stranger Things Season 3-4 and how I wish things played out.

warnings - Extreme violence, canon Stranger Things events with my twist, inhabitants of the Upside Down, The Upside Down, mentions of the Hawkins Lab Massacre, telekinesis, mind control, redemption of a certain someone, more warnings to be added. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (don’t hate me, please)

taglist - comment, dm or ask me to be added or removed. i have a separate taglist for this fic to my main taglist so if you want all updates on everything i put out let me know :)

main pairing(s) - Eddie Munson X AFAB!Reader (Feminine “traits”, nicknames like ‘princess’ and ‘doll’ etc.), Steve Harrington X AFAB!Reader, Billy Hargrove X AFAB!Reader (FRIENDSHIP)

can also be found on my AO3, @/sunflowerharrington

volume I

001 - a kiss before dying

002 - the girl with the number tattoo

003 - wounded, but reunited

004 - magical thinking

005 - i’m screaming, but i can’t wake up

006 - dear papa…

007 - that’s some romeo and juliet shit, man

008 - he wants revenge

009 - hgih sllih aronel

010 - little black dress

010 - take me to your master

011 - and then it all went wrong

012 - code red! this is a code RED! do you copy?!

volume II

013 - am i dreaming, or is that…? no, i’m hallucinating again

014 - the ballerina and the cheerleader

015 - chrissy, wake up!

016 - midsummer night’s dream

017 - rest in pieces, bitch

018 - vecna’s curse

019 - the seven deadly sins

020 - she’s the monster, not you

021 - rock you like a hurricane

022 - sleep with one eye open, grip your pillow tight

023 - are you really here?

024 - surrounded and estranged

volume III

025 - take my hand, we’re off to never neverland

026 - thunderstruck

027 - come rain or come shine

028 - white light, a desert storm

029 - master of puppets

030 - seek and destroy

031 - apocalypse

032 - epilogue: there’s just no time to die

much love to my bumble bees

- bee 🐝

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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I'm sending in a request close to the end of the the time frame you set because I don't want you to rush to do this one. But as you may remember my cat has been missing for a couple of weeks now. I'm not ready to grieve for him yet so I'm trying not to think about it too much. However I assume by the time you get to this ask I might be ready to deal with it. So if it's alright with you, can I get some hcs for how Ingo, Emmet, Adaman and Laventon might help their s/o who has lost one of their pokemon?

~Honey 🐝

It’s been quite a bit of time since you sent this ask, and I wanna say I’m sorry that your cat is missing. I’m sure wherever he is, he misses you just as much as you miss him

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

You text him about it. As soon as Ingo reads the message, he tries calling you. Did something happen? How did your Pokémon escape? Do you think it’s near the station? He’ll issue a lookout for it. At the same time, he’s trying to assure you that everything will be alright. He hates it when you cry, always feeling like a failure when you do, so he does his best to make you feel better while also doing all he can to help you find your Pokémon

As the search continues without any leads, Ingo turns his attention from the search to you. He’s still very active in the lookout, don’t get it wrong, but he’s starting to suspect the conclusion of the search won’t turn out, so he tries to be there with you as often as he can. He tries to arrange it so there’s always someone with you, so you’re never alone long.

The day you end the search, he takes off work and lies with you in bed. The grief that wracks you also wracks him, as he loved your Pokémon as much as you did, but he tries to stay your rock. You’re heartbroken, and he needs to comfort you through this. It hurts, he knows it does, and it will for a long while. It may never stop hurting, but he will always, always be there for you. If ever you need him, he is here, and he is happy to comfort you

Emmet:

Emmet understands the fear and anxiety of losing a Pokémon, as his Joltiks tend to wander off. But this is different. Joltiks don’t tend to go far; your Pokémon is nowhere to be seen near your house, your work, or even the station. Still, Emmet continues his search tirelessly. You’ve always done the same for him with his Joltiks, so now it’s time to return the favor

He doesn’t let up on the search, even as the days pass. His determination to find your Pokémon gives you hope, and keeps you hoping for far longer than you would’ve on your own. Still, as fruitless days turn into agonizing nights, Emmet cradles you close in bed. He rubs your back and presses you close, holding you tight. He does his best to keep you grounded, to remind you that he’s here. He’s not leaving

The day you tell him that you’re ending the search, that you’ve accepted your Pokémon is gone for good, Emmet ditches work. He gets food, movies, games, anything he can think of, and tries to help you through the grief with distractions. He cuddles, tells you dumb stories, plays games with you, and encourages you to learn new recipes with him, anything to keep your mind occupied. But it doesn’t work forever, and when the tears come, he’s there holding you once again. He kisses away your tears, presses Joltiks into your hands, and promises you that you’ll never be alone

Adaman:

Adaman is a clan leader, and thus is capable of having both his warden and other Diamond Clan members searching for your lost Pokémon. Hisui is a dangerous place for person and Pokémon alike, so you’re understandably distressed. But Adaman keeps you updated, takes you with him as he himself goes searching for your lost companion. He and Leafeon tear through the region best he can, even imploring to Irida to keep an eye out in the icelands, which she happily does for you

Your anxiety about what must have happened is a never ending tide dragging you down beneath the waves, but Adaman is a rock in the storm. He stands tall and firm, assuring you that everyone is looking out for your Pokémon, and there will be news. They will find out what happened, and they will reunite you with your Pokémon. But Adaman learns the weight of such promises when the search finally comes to an end

You sob, angry and grieving. You’re mad about losing your friend, about the hopelessness that plagues you, about the promises Adaman made and couldn’t keep. You’re a mess, and Adaman doesn’t know how to comfort you. So he holds you against him, presses you under him, a firm grounding weight atop you. You hit him a little, as your anger bleeds away into sorrow, but he allows it. He knows better now, than to promise things outside of his control, and he is so sorry. But you’ll get through this pain, together you’ll rise above it. That he can promise

Laventon:

Laventon is just as devastated as you are to discover that your Pokémon has gone missing. He’s acutely aware of the dangers of Hisui, so he’s frantically sending out the word that your Pokémon has been lost. The Survey Corp has a special mission going on, to be on the look out for your Pokémon, and Laventon himself is out there looking with them. If you come too, he doesn’t release your hand, squeezing it reassuringly

Your his top priority. He constantly is bringing you things, tea and mochi and even curry he made himself, just to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. He holds you close at night, warding off nightmares of what might have happened. He presses kisses to your cheeks and promises you that your companion no doubt misses you just as much as you miss it

When things come to an end, Laventon doesn’t leave your side. He keeps you with him, however he can. He stays back from missions, staying in the village with you so he can make sure you’re as okay as you can be. He keeps you with him in the office, letting you rest on his couch or in his lap as he works, rambling away to help your mind stop from hyperfixating on your lost friend. Tell him what you need, he’ll fetch it in a moment. He just wants you to be alright

🍓🍓🍓

I hope this helps even a little bit. I really am sorry about your cat.

Have a great Christmas, love

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #adaman x reader #professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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queenslayerbee · 1 year

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👑⚔️🐝 QUEENSLAYERBEE'S INTRO 👑⚔️🐝

a bit about me

I was born in 1996 in Spain, where I've lived all my life, and I've been in tumblr for a few years. Recently I pondered making a new writeblr, keeping the older one as an archive, to give more distance between my original stories and my fandom presence. The final push was, of all things, an absurdist dream where among many other bizarre occurrences, I had a page with this title.

The B(ee) was for the initial in my first name (and certain affinity to said animals; or at least to their honey 🤤). "Slayer" was to satisfy my anti-monarchy sensibilities, I suppose! Or maybe a Buffy Summers reference. With me, it could be either.

I write speculative fiction in many forms, always directed at adult audiences, and always, always centered in women. At the moment all my stories are in progress; even the short stories I had a draft ready for are going through a remodeling process. However, I hope to slowly post WIP intros of each, as well as updates on my progress and excerpts, once I'm a little less busy in my regular life.

You're also welcome to send me questions, but I ask for a little patience as I know I'll be slow to answer.

You can take a peek at my stories under the cut; I'll update the information below and add links as I build up this space.

multipart series in progress

-THE REDSTART'S LEDGER. In a faraway galaxy already heavily populated before it was colonized by humans, Captain Latoya -pirate, hybrid, daughter of tyrants- has an eventful day. After being released from prison by a suspicious organisation, she meets a mysterious and beautiful woman, and steals a ship with a faulty artificial intelligence, now on the run with a new crew of mismatched criminals. [space fantasy].

-THE WICKED WITCHES OF TRICKSTOWN. Early 1980s. Everyone knows the town of Trickstown, USA, is cursed. It's never more clear than when you look at the lives of three young women: Sadie, a talented witch; Gillian, her non-magical, abrasive best friend, and Denise, the prodigal daughter returning to town to clear up the murder of her last living relative... where everything points to Sadie as the culprit. [dark fantasy]

-THE TRAVELS OF SOYOLMAA. In a world of creatures of magic alongside humans born without it, Soyolmaa, an immortal centenarian woman, has lived through medieval times into a futuristic society. Part of a now disolved order of fellow human women turned invulnerable, she's determined to continue honouring their mission of making information available to the masses. Strange adventures, hidden treasures, and historical mysteries will interrupt her path. [high fantasy]

As Soyolmaa's particular interest within her order consisted on folklore and legend, her chronicles are accompanied by short stories she hears on her travels. These are the most solid ideas I have so far:

"Petal Decay". Gyeong, a young Mirou from the fruitful and flowery valley, is taken to the tundra to enter an arranged marriage with an ice monster as condition to a peace treaty. [dark fairytale]

"The Leech of Wonderland". Vivian is a naive girl living in a land with no more than three hours of daylight during social season. In her debut she'll meet a strange, entrancing suitor that hides a dangerous secret. [gothic horror]

"A Smile Like a Breath of Spring". The courtly tale of woe of Lady Sabine and Sir Yvonne. [courtly love epic, paranormal romance]

"Chasing Fanny". Series of stories written by Soyolmaa's late friend about two human women in a city of monsters: Giulietta, a lovelorn private investigator, and Fanny, the femme fatale who seduced and wronged her. [noir, satire]

standalones

-"All About Eve(s)" (novel). 1950, Paris. Magical creatures of folklore have coexisted with humans for generations. It's still the shock of her life when Eva, a young woods fae and a Spanish exile, finds herself face to face with her hateful older self. [magical realism]

-"Beneath the Foam" (novella). Three unhappy sisters lived in the city of Qadis during Al-Andalus' times. The youngest disappears, the middle one hides secrets, and the eldest must go against the timid nature that was nurtured upon her to save them all. [historical fantasy, horror]

-"A Child's Covenant" (novelette). Years ago Vela requested the fairies' aid to free herself from the monsters raising her at home. Now the fairies want to collect the debt. [dark fairytale]

-"Underground Elysium" (novelette). When rotting corpses awoke and began feasting on humans, one visionary vampiress took the opportunity to put her species at the top of the new world order. But it's election season, and Lucretia's position is put in danger for the first time. [political fantasy]

-"House of Providence" (novelette). A pair of mirror twin sisters and their stern, identical mother live in a quaint house that hides a horrible secret. [gothic horror]

-"The Wings Behind The Stage" (novelette). When an angel becomes obsessed with a play in progress the actors in the production, and especially the central, past-her-prime diva, are caught in its game. [existential horror]

-"One Over Many" (novelette). It's been a year since the day men disappeared. Maude, however, is more concerned with investigating the same-day disappearance of one Odette Farrow, with whom she feels a strange connection. [mystery]

untitled, vague ideas

-magical boarding school WIP. Co-dependant female friendship, betrayals, well-kept secrets, horror.

#writeblr #writing community #writeblr community #writers on tumblr #writeblr intro #original post #id in alt text

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 9 months

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day 3: at the doj attorney's office! crazy day, super fun! very official hehe

update: three other classmates confirmed he looked like rossi and one of them didnt even know who that was and agreed when i showed her a picture lol

i hate that the school had all summer to get their shit together and they still cant get yall a classroom :/ does that mean the kids are gonna be stuck at home?

-🐝

WOW!!! look at you go you’re super impressive studying law in literally the nation’s capital.

and we got a date that we can come and set up our rooms but it’s only one day and open house is the next day so

#asks #🐝 anon

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cheekblush · 1 year

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hi my girl.

it’s been a while, i can only sincerely apologise for disappearing on you, i promise i always want to mssg you but i hate the thought of making you feel like you have to reply to me … ilysm 🦋🦋🦋

ik you’ve been going through it recently .. and no, you are not wrong to feel uncomf abt your friend’s friend tagging along, your friend should’ve asked your first at least … but i hope it goes well anyway 😞💓

never forget, you’re so strong, so brave and so full of joy and the universe is a better place bc of YOU !!!! ✨

i hope you and your family are well my sweetheart 🌷🌟💕

ahhhhhhhhh my guardian angel 👼🏻💘🥹

i missed you sooooo much 🥺 but no need to apologize at all!! it's my fault for always taking so long to reply to your messages tbh 😔 i honestly would've understood if you never messaged me again given how long i made you wait for replies sometimes & the messages that are still unanswered in my ask box 🙃 i'm the one who should be apologizing!! i really didn't expect to hear from you again so this message was so unexpected and made me incredibly happy!! the fact that after all this time you still think about me and check in on me makes me feel immensely emotional, honored and most of all loved 🥹💖 and as always you appear when i need you the most... you truly are heaven sent! 🌟 thankfully the situation got resolved bc the girl decided not to join us after all bc she doesn't want to spend so much money. ngl i was very relieved when my friend told me this bc that's what i was hoping for on the inside 🙈 and i've been going through a lot of stress and health issues due to school but i had my last exam yesterday and on monday my 3 week easter holidays start so i'm looking forward to that!! unfortunately i'll have to prepare for my final exams but at least i'll get a break from school. although it's been a very tiring week, now i'm just excited for the weekend trip with my friend! how have you been doing my angel? please update me on your life if you'd like of course 💌 as always i cannot thank you enough for your kindness, support and love! thank you for staying by my side after all this time, i really appreciate it. i still feel so undeserving of your presence in my life especially after leaving you hanging with so many late replies/unanswered messages.. so the fact that you still care about me and shower me with so much love is truly incredible to me. i don't deserve your immense kindness but i hope you know how much i cherish you and how grateful i am that you showed up in my life 🥺💘 i could go on and on about how thankful i am to you but ultimately no words will ever suffice to properly thank you for everything you've done for me. just know that your appearance in my life has saved me multiple times and given me so much hope, guidance and faith 🤍✨🕊 i hope you and your loved ones are healthy and happy. please take care of yourself angel 💗 i hope this spring treats you gently and brings you sunshine, blue skies, beautiful flowers and chirping birds 🌷🦋☀️🍓🐝🧺🧁🐦🌱🧋🍒🌸🍈🌈🩰💫

#as always i cannot shut up....#didn't go to school today bc i have a horrible headache.. this week has been truly exhausting #but at least i was able to reply to you finally! otherwise it would've been a very busy day #i still need to go to work in the afternoon so hopefully my headache is gone by then #i also still need to pack & get a lot of things done before my trip #i just hope everything goes well ❣#my guardian angel 👼🏼#replies #when sad #keep forever 🗝

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magickandmacabreco · 1 year

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Alright witches, I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to make this post. Unfortunately it looks like some orders may be arriving after the holidays this year. This nasty winter storm is just the tip of the iceberg and I’ve been trying my best to keep things moving, but with this storm I will be losing at least a day of precious shipping time. This past week of December has been rough. My father went into the ICU the night after Moon Serpent & Bone and is awaiting emergency surgery in NYC as soon as a bed opens up at New York Presbyterian. I then caught the flu which has been awful on top of my chronic illness…I then proceeded to give @Carlybootes the flu so she is down for the count too. Our little team is a MESS. I was still getting orders out as of yesterday but today am too sick to work and tomorrow we will be closed due to the storm. I’m going to try my absolute best to get the rest of these orders moving Saturday but I can’t promise I will be able to get every one of them out on my own while fighting off this illness. 😵‍💫 🎄 I’m prioritizing orders marked as gifts and those with yule/christmas items. The final sabbat box is also going to be delayed but will be featuring items for general winter magick & Imbolc this year to make up for it. I really hate not being on schedule—and am so sorry for the inconvenience. I guess it wouldn’t be the final box without a surprise of some sort…little did we all know it would be the delivery date. 🤣 It also looks as though our shop will be pulling out of the Horror Sideshow Holiday Market—but I’m going to wait to see how I feel tomorrow & if I get updates on my dad because I would hate to pull out of it so last minute..but have to get better so I can be there for my mom when my dad does go into surgery. I’m hoping I won’t have to cancel, as it’s not fair to the event hosts, so I guess right now I’m hoping for a miracle! ✨ Alright, long winded update over. Here’s a pic of the weather alert for my area and slide two is a holiday card you can print out if your order doesn’t arrive in time for your recipients! Stay safe and happy holidays!! - Bee 🐝 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmMzCAnODxU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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maeum-your · 2 years

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Jay stop being so sus

STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTION

Agajsgahsjhajsjskshshs

Ngl for hot second I forgot it was fake dating and idk why 🤡

ANYWAYS

JAY GET UR ACT TOGETHER AND TELL US WHATS UP

canonically he cant like lia

Cannonically no one can like lia

They are just the rules now

I bet ur just falling in love with y/n and trying to push urself away so you dont get hurt when this is all over coz u think y/n still hates u and would never like you 🧐

or smth like that

Love the updates as usually :D I'm genuinely enjoying this fic sm 🥰🥰

~M 🐝

I keep on forgetting they're only fake dating too dw 😭😭 it's a hard life 💔

no one can like lia when she is a manipulative [censored] and actually hurting people. y/n really thought it was more likely for jay to like lia than for him to like her 💀 pray for her last remaining braincell pls 🙏🏻

jay is going through puberty, he needs some time 🤧 but hopefully not too much 🙄 (he won't! I fear we're slowly reaching the end of the smau <//////3 but there's still a huge event left!!)

I'm happy you enjoyed it even though everyone is being frustrating rn 😭💕

#asks.park.you #M 🐝

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chittapornswife · 5 years

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love how i just woke up at midnight and essentially took a 4 hour nap that's what we call ~* s e l f c a r e *~ but i loved your pickup line it did in fact make me smile 😊😊 i hope your cookies come out/came out good!!! i love baking, my dad made banana bread today and it was *chef's kiss* magnifique. i hope you get some rest since your day was so tiring ❤❤❤ i wanted to update today but that's apparently not happening now lmao love that for me. i hope your night goes well! -🐝

We love a queen getting her beauty rest hello😌🙏🏼 but also I spent tank yew🥺♥️ the cookies came out surprisingly good! My brother was really stickin to the recipe lolol so I’m happy they came out good😰😭 also thank you!!!! You’re always so sweet :’( 💗💫 even though u had a 4 hr nap, I hope you get some more sleep too! 😙💞 pls let us link up because I love cooking & u love baking so we could get together and create a whole feast🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Also BANANA BREAD OHMDUDGJ MY FAVOURITE PLS spare some more😰 the “chef’s kiss” part had me laughing so hard JDJDJ but you reading my pleas to get a piece of the delcious banana bread as you eat👇🏼

also random question but how do you usually feel after taking a big nap during the day into the night? Like do you ever feel kind of out of place since you slept while the sun was still around but you woke up to complete darkness?

And I HATE. that. Like-

I hope you get to update tomorrow but it’s always so annoying when you want to update but either you don’t have everything all together or you’re not satisfied with it like 😑😑😐😐 but im sure what you’re writing must be so full of talent and so much fun🥺 Oooo!!! I know I don’t know your works yet but could I get like a sneak peek of what you’ve been writing?😳 by sneak peek I’m just asking what your latest writing(s) is about LOL

#🐝 anon #anon project #brb as i wash my hair #also #you are my queen 🐝😗💞#a whole new level of trippy when you fall asleep then wake up to the dark😧🥴

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inkykeiji · 2 years

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clari !! news !!

i’d say ‘good news’ or ‘bad news’ but i’m incredibly unsure as to how it’ll actually go, so, news !

i have been in the middle of one of the lowest points of my life recently. i’ve gotten used to not necessarily being okay, but i haven’t felt this kind of pain in a long time. so. it took a really really upsetting thing happening and losing someone who recently became very dear to me (losing as in they aren’t a part of my life anymore, not unalive or anything thank fuck) and then talking to a really old friend of mine who’s in the same boat, to actually talk to someone about my bullshit. and i mean that as in, like, all of that shit happened in the last two days and i got home at 3 am last night and sat down and actually talked to my nana, who i live with, about the fact that i am currently unemployed, alone, depressed, and in generally just a really really bad spot. i hate asking for help. it tears me apart inside to try and actually ask anybody for help with anything ever and everything stresses me out. but. i did it, i talked to her and let her know what’s going on, and we’re figuring it out.

so, to the news part lmao:

i may get to go to therapy soon.

it’s never been something i could do, because my parents unfortunately do not really believe in therapy or anything, but my nana is willing to help. so, i may get to actually,, get help. for the first time ever. and i’m really anxious about it but i know it needs to happen, so. i thought i’d tell you about it. because you’re like, a really positive thing in my life, and i’ve seen you interact with other anons when it comes to things like this, and having seen the way you had your own really shitty point and were still posting/interacting on here through it, just really really makes me want to keep you updated on how i’m doing. which isn’t great now, but hopefully soon it’ll be better. sorry if all of this is like, a lot,, i know it’s out of nearly nowhere lmao.

always always sending nothing but love to you,

- 🐝 <3

bumble babie!!!!! <333

oh my gosh!!!! first of all, thank you so much for sharing this with me!!! and for feeling comfortable enough to share it with me—that means a lot <3

i think this qualifies as cautiously optimistic news!!!! i am hoping it turns into incredible news, though <33

genuinely, i’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a tough time :( losing someone can be really, really difficult, even if it’s just losing their presence from your life. it sucks so bad :(

i know that sometimes, asking for help can feel like defeat, or make you feel inadequate etc—i don’t know if any of this applies to you specifically (and obv it’s fine if it doesn’t!!) but i want you to know that asking for help is such a brave, strong thing to do. truly, it is. it isn’t easy. a lot of us fear judgement, possibly judgement that we aren’t sick enough/‘bad’ enough to be worthy of help, or fear looking ‘weak’ in some way, but you aren’t. asking for help is the first MASSIVE step towards recovery (and i’m using the term recovery very broadly here).

honestly, most of the time it’s good to let those you‘re close to and trust know what’s going on inside your head or inside your life. they only want to help, and they can provide you with more resources, or a shoulder to cry on, or even a different perspective on the situation at hand. that’s good! like you said, you’re figuring it out together—and i’m so happy to hear that. asking for help can be DAUNTING and i think there’s also a bit of uncertainty there as well that adds to the anxiety; uncertainty if it’s going to work, uncertainty if the person you’re asking for is going to help, etc. but!!!! doesn’t it feel at least a little lighter now that you’ve shared what’s weighing you down with someone you trust? isn’t it even just a hint easier to figure out treatment together instead of on your own??? there’s a bit of comfort in getting to share these things with those we love, and i’m so proud of you for doing it!!

ah, i’m sorry to hear about your parents :/// that really sucks. like, really sucks. and as someone who literally needs psychotherapy to function semi-normally (especially at the moment!) it always has me seeing red when i hear about shit like this. but i digress!!! oh my sweet bumblebee :( i know!! i know how scary therapy is!!! i’m still going through that—it can be hard to open up to a stranger. but it’s important to remember that 1. they’re there to help you, they WANT to help you, and 2. it’s completely and entirely worth it. that’s what i continuously remind myself. and therapy IS helping me, so much, so once you really start getting into it that anxiety will fade, i promise <3 i’m just so PROUD of you for taking this first step!!! seriously!!!! this is incredible!!!! again, thank you for sharing it with me, and i am more than honoured to be hmm a spark of hope, i guess??? hehe <3

i truly, genuinely love all of you and my blog so very much. so it was something i really WANTED to stay in contact with, even if the contact was significantly decreased. i still wanted to keep you all updated and come hang out with everyone in this special little space, you know? so i worked hard (and am still working hard) to do that!!! this is such a precious corner of the internet to me <3

OH LIL BUMBLE i love you so much!!!!! i wish you nothing but health and happiness, and i hope your therapy journey goes well for you! just take it one step at a time, you know??? there’s no rush, you’ll get there, i promise <3

#IM SOOOOOOO PROUD OF YOU OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!#this is amazing progress bumblebee you should be proud of yourself too!!!!!!#oh my god!!!!#this is very special; thank you for sharing it with me <3333 #i’m not gonna talk too much in the tags because my response is soooo long hehehe but oh gosh <3 i hope it works out well <3 #you’re on the right path!!!! <333 #i am cheering you on!!!!!!#i love u lots n lots never forget it <333 #please have a wonderful weekend and i’m sorry i’m answering this like a week late!!!!#stay safe n stay healthy babie <3 #🐝.anon #clari gets mail #tw therapy #???????#i’m always like unsure if that needs a tw aaah

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