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t0ast-ghost · 5 days

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S3 episode 2 (The Enterprise Incident) yeah. I bet they have a lot of those.

Starting off:

- with McCoy narrating

- “I can find no reason for the captain’s behaviour.” Kirk is on his period, that’s why.

- *enters neutral zone* *immediate Romulan ship*

- Spock outright disagreeing with Kirk! Spock and McCoy on the same side! Oh, Kirk dismissed McCoy. He knew he couldn’t take both of them.

- violated your territory? Girl what were you doing in the neutral zone?

- I can’t tell if Kirk is being controlled in this episode or just being a dick

- Spock is trying to save your ass Kirk! Spock cares about his boyfriend and he’s worried cause he’s been more irrational than usual

- “I’ll kill you!” Damn poor Spock

- The Romulans are being kind of reasonable

- “If you stop looking upon star fleet as the whole universe.” Right it’s star fleet. Not Kirk and McCoy or anything. Noo..

- “I don’t make house calls.” “Doctor, it’s Captain Kirk.” WHO DID YOU THINK IT WAS? Like who would request McCoy’s services on the Romulan ship other than Spock and Kirk.

- She wants Spock so bad.

- This guys got the bluest of pants

- “This man is not fully competent.” “No, not now.” McCoy really wanted to laugh

- McCoy getting angry at Spock and the commander stepping in like, ‘back off from my man’

- That face clutch

- “I instinctively used the Vulcan death grip.” McCoy looks at him like, ‘the fucking what?!’

- “The captain is dead.” Big moment and whatnot but Kirk’s dead face is…

- “My neck feels like it’s been twisted off.” Kirk’s neck, his back- etc.

- “Bones I want you to prepare to surgery.” Kirk touches McCoy’s shoulder so tenderly. Like that’s just not normal.

- WHAT THE FUCK

- I love how happy Scotty is, “You look like the devil himself, as long as you’re alive.”

- “What the devil is Spock doing?” McCoy says ‘what the devil’ when he is worried about someone or confused quite a bit

- I still do not know why they went into the neutral zone tbh

- So Spock will drink with HER but not with McCoy. Wow.

- “A place?” “With me.” Commander back up he is taken

- It’s interesting to see how everyone really wants Spock to ‘embrace his humanity’ because they can relate to it better. Vulcans can seem like the most distant and the least able to connect with anyone because of their claim to logical and unemotional ways, but they still desire peace and helped to create the federation. I think that Spock rejects a lot of his human side because that’s what those around him in his childhood defined him as. And so he finds pride in being a Vulcan when working in star fleet, and anytime someone tries to force upon him the idea of being human he continues to reject it. With McCoy and Kirk it’s almost come to a playful rejection because he cares about them a lot and knows they appreciate his Vulcan side, but it’s got to still hurt that anytime he connects with them they think it’s his more human side. Obviously he’s not just split down the middle, he doesn’t just act wildly like one or the other because it’s a mix, but to him it really seems to be like a one or the other kind of situation (which is fair because that’s what he’s been taught) so he mostly chooses to connect with his ‘Vulcan half’ because that’s the one that’s so often pushed away by others. All that to say, he hasn’t been able to find a balance within himself and it’s not his fault because that’s difficult to do especially with a lot of outside forces pushing him to be one way or the other. And I think about this a lot.

- OMG THEY’RE MAKING OUT. WHY DID THE CAMERA ZOOM IN ON THAT

- Kirk is not a good spy. He is good at beating the shit out of people though

- HE TOOK THE WHOLE FUCKING PART?!?

- “What are you that could do this?” “First officer of the Enterprise [that bitch (positive)].” She slaps him and then he says, “What is your present form of execution.” HE IS THAT BITCH (🎵i-t-g-i-r-l you know I am that girl🎶)

- “You will not die alone.” Spock would find this mortifying. He does not wish for Kirk to join him in death. He would do anything to prevent it. But I could imagine that in their last moments, they would share a look to try and help each other and know it would be futile but share it anyway. (Edit: Think I was supposed to edit this but I’m too tired)

- Spock’s eyes are enchanting

- “Captain… please go. Somehow they [pointed ears] do not look aesthetically agreeable on humans.” I love each of the crews reaction to this comment but especially Sulu, Chekov, and Uhura’s reactions

Spock is so tired, let him rest.

Masterpost

Episode written by D. C. Fontana

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos mccoy #tos bones #captain james kirk #tos kirk #nyota uhura #tos uhura #hikaru sulu #tos sulu #pavel chekov #tos chekov

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queersouthasian · 4 months

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Listen guys, I just wanted to say this, may not to be important but needs to said:

PEOPLE HATE WAY 'CAUSE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HATED

that's it, that's the post...ok let me elaborate

As the saying goes, "you have to be the villain in someone's story for them to be the hero", and this may not be the most fitting sentence in context to WAY but in a way it is. Listen, why do we love characters like vegas/kiyoi/charn but dislike the dr from sign or way to be specific?? Interesting question right?

Vegas/Kiyoi/Charn are not "evil" characters, they are not supposed to be looked over or hated 'cause of whatever they did (killing for Vegas, bullying for kiyoi and Charn being the evil lawyer) 'cause their motive to commit a crime outweigh the consequences of the crime itself. Why did Vegas kill people?? He was from the minor family who were always overshadowed by the major, lived with his abusive ass mf dad, was raised and treated like an animal and when the final fallout with pete happens, he realises he treated pete the exact same way he was treated all these years, like an animal (pls don't even treat animals like that) and the realisation alone made THE vegas beg to Pete. Even though Vegas is a murderer, a criminal, people can sympathize with him 'cause he has a convincing story of extreme physical and emotional abuse to tell, his story perfectly explains him as a person and doesn't matter how bad/evil he is, people still cry out for him, people still feel the pain 'cause to some extent, people can relate to it. Same for kiyoi and Charn (I am not elaborating but there are many psychological takes on kiyoi here which are really good)

Now this solid back story lacks in the case of Dr and Way. Even if Way was not the "Enigma", he would still be a very annoying character, he is not the cool "loki" rather actually annoying lmao, mostly because nothing about way, till now, can explain what he did, like why did he hypnotise and manipulate babe?? FOR 10 YEARS?? why did he have to manipulate everyone against Charlie and Jeff about the car accident??? He was suspicious of Charlie, but actually he wasn't. He didn't know anything about him, did no research about him, did not have any reason, technically, to doubt him cause he had zero proof about Charlie or even jeff doing something, he just wanted to cut both off 'cause jealousy. He even saved the bfs in the last ep just 'cause babe was there, if only charlie was there or someone else with him, he would have left them. And I am not even kidding. Remember how after knocking the guy out, way goes "come on, Babe" totally refusing to acknowledge charlie being there. He could have just went "let's go" or "come on guys" but no. And if he infact is the enigma, then that just adds up to the selfishness and nothing. I am not saying that a character needs a dramatic backstory to explain their wrongs but way has...nothing. like from all perspectives he would have won, he did not have a loss. Also the biggest deception is literally from his part. The fact that not only babe, but literally every character including jeff - charlie, trust him, the fact that he tries to come off as a concerned friend but actually is just a manipulative bitch with victim complex, and to make it worse his "love" is more of a "possession" like unfiltered unsexy possession lmao. Exactly like the doctor. Both don't have any reason to do anything they did, they just want to see the world burn but not in the "oh the world is shitty" Charn way rather they are the upper hand and basically are toying with things for their pleasure.

Nothing worse than a character being merciless to people for no reason, they are either sociopaths or just rich and this would have been a great thing in crime/thriller genre not romance.

#lgbtq #bl drama #pit babe the series #I hope this makes sense #anyways #context and perspective is very imp #in media #tw: abuse

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munchmemes · 1 year

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new girl quotes but it's just nick ( part two )

❛ you know, i thought i heard the door open at 3 a.m. those are the sounds of true love. ❜

❛ you don't think i can take care of a regular plant. any idiot can take care of a cactus. you think i'm an idiot. ❜

❛ did you listen to all the messages? you did. that sucks. ❜

❛ hey, man. i'm going to the beach to watch the sun go down 'cause i love sunsets. did you know that about me? ❜

❛ oh, [NAME] dumped me so ... sad face. ❜

❛ hey, do you wanna come with me to the beach? 'cause i feel great, i'm ready to rock but i really don't wanna be alone. ❜

❛ you know, the news only focuses on what goes wrong. never talks about what goes right. evolution, you know? ❜

❛ my friend. guess what i just learned. what's inside of a pumpkin. apparently, a lot. i didn't know! ❜

❛ why can't we all just love each other, right? ❜

❛ love is a myth. ❜

❛ why is this earth so big and i am so small? ❜

❛ why is no one helping me? not you! not you! ❜

❛ i don't have a doctor. i don't have insurance. i don't go to doctors. ❜

❛ i'm not gonna lie. i think the pills are on top of me a little bit. ❜

❛ you don't get to speak at my funeral. i don't want you talking at my funeral. you can go to my funeral but you can't talk. my funeral is my time to shine. ❜

❛ question. am i wearing a hat? ❜

❛ you know, i'm the one who ... i can't just jump into something if i don't know what's gonna happen. i never have been that person. ❜

❛ i like you a lot. i really do. i'm glad you're around. ❜

❛ i'm not gonna remember any of this in the morning, am i? ❜

❛ what do you mean it's already taken care of? ❜

❛ why are you still drinking? it is ten in the morning. ❜

❛ you have no idea what you're getting into. ❜

❛ we have enough ketchup. ❜

❛ yeah, we don't 'aw' in this family. ❜

❛ you're freaking me out, man. why are you wearing that crystal around your neck? ❜

❛ all a crystal is is rock poo. ❜

❛ i need you to make fun of me when i call a panini a hot sandwich. how am i ever gonna learn? ❜

❛ see, that's cool. i mean, i always wanted to be a mole person. ❜

❛ this is the problem, [NAME]. it's rich people. we are right where they want us. ❜

❛ how i got here doesn't matter. i'm here now and i'm loving it. ❜

❛ ghost protocol, man. ❜

❛ a kitchen island? be a man. let your counter attach to itself. ❜

❛ is it possible to be sexually attracted to an object? ❜

❛ why are we leaving? and why are you all wet? ❜

❛ don't be intimidated just because you're younger, poorer and wetter than everybody in there. ❜

❛ [NAME], why are you in the koi pond?! ❜

❛ is calling a girl 'shorty' still cool? ❜

❛ i feel scared and excited! ❜

❛ when does a hill become a mountain? ❜

❛ for what it's worth, i think what i did was really brave. ❜

❛ i hate saying this but i might ... i might respect you. ❜

❛ i need you to teach me to be a douchebag. ❜

❛ puns are creepy and they freak me out. you know that. ❜

❛ oh god, now i hate me as much as i've always hated you. ❜

❛ were you gone last week? is that why it was so quiet? ❜

❛ i opened myself up to love, i was hurt badly and i closed myself up again. ❜

❛ the downstairs neighbour put a password on their wi-fi. ❜

❛ so, i've decided to give up on love and put all that energy into tomatoes. ❜

❛ you're allowed to be happy but it's really annoying, the way you're doing it. ❜

❛ sandwiches and sex? i want that. ❜

❛ you know what i would like to hear from you? silence! ❜

❛ if you don't like looking at my face, then look at my ass! ❜

❛ i mean, you're not not making sense. ❜

❛ i'm really glad that's your reaction because it thought you were going to tell me i was making a huge mistake. ❜

❛ shall i compare thee to a summer's day? no, a summer's day is not a bitch. ❜

❛ stop giving yourself high-fives. ❜

❛ sex is a sprint, not a marathon. ❜

❛ i'm gonna start over 'cause this did not go the way i had planned. ❜

❛ oh, i am freaking out again! whoop-de-whoo! what's new? ❜

❛ that's what i thought you were gonna say. that's a very dumb idea. don't do this. ❜

#damn this got long oops.#new girl rp meme #rp starters #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme

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paisholotus · 7 months

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Ch.2

Nalae's pov

My birthday is today. I am finally 17 years old. We are planning on throwing a party. My parents aren't going to stay because they have to work. I'm not upset because I understand how difficult their jobs are. My mom is a lawyer, and my dad is a doctor. They can't be home all the time, but they try to make time to spend with us.

I wasn't planning on throwing a big party, but a lot of my school friends were coming. And my cousins were coming to visit, all the way from Brooklyn. School was about to be out for the summer, so they were going to be staying with us.

I was getting ready in my room. I had just finished my hair and was checking myself; I thought I looked pretty damn good. This boy named Michael that goes to my school asked me on a date, and I said yes. He was also going to be at my party tonight.

Nalae's outfit

I left my room and went downstairs. I went into the living room and double-checked everything. There's going to be food, drinks, and music for everyone. Tisha also brought some alcohol; she sometimes lets me turn up and gives me alcohol as long as I drink responsibly.

I get up, hearing a knock on the door. I squealed as I opened the door to see my cousins April and Aaliya. I hugged them both tightly and told them how much I missed them.

April's & Aaliya's outfits

"How y'all been?" I asked them. I let them in and took their gifts, which I placed on the kitchen counter. "We've been good. Happy school, finna be out! My classes be kicking my ass." Aaliya said.

"Same, where your bags?" I asked them. Aaliya walked back to the door. I shook my head. "Nah, Ant can get them for y'all." I said. I walked towards the steps to yell for him. "ANT! COME GET THEIR BAGS." I returned to the kitchen and poured them a drink. Our options were Henny, Tequila, Ciroq, and Blue MD, because apparently my sister and brother don't like the other ones. And we also had a whole bunch of hounds.

"Damn, you getting fucked up, ain't you?" April said, laughing. I chuckled, dapping them up and nodding. Tisha walked into the kitchen along with Ant, who had just come back from upstairs. They hugged April and Aaliya and asked them how they were.

I scrunched up my face, confused as to where Mar was. "Where's Mar?" Ant rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. "Where do you think his ass at?" Tisha grumbled at me. She was walking around the counter, fixing herself a drink. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

He was hanging with them, niggas, again. We don't know how he met them, but he needs to leave them alone. Me and Mar are going to have to talk, hanging around a bunch of disrespectful little boys; they ain't nothing but trouble. Tisha side-eyed me, still looking pissed. And I looked away, feeling guilty.

Tisha and Ant were angry when I told them I went to get Mar at the party. They mostly yelled at Mar, but they were disappointed in me because I could have put myself in 'harms way'. But I know how to take care of myself, but saying that would probably have made the argument worse.

April and Aaliya must have noticed the tension because they looked for someone to say something. "Uh, oh, what's going on with him?" April asked.

Ant told her about how Mar had been hanging around boys who were selling drugs and other things. I kind of tuned him out.

I'm not sure what's going on with Mar, but he's been missing classes, and his grades are dropping. This isn't like him, who is literally the smartest kid I know; he makes straight A's in all his classes. We are both the youngest, so we tell each other everything—at least we used to. But lately, he's been avoiding me, and it's making me feel like I've done something. It's my birthday, and he's not even here.

I lowered my gaze to the counter, swirling the ice in my drink. "You can't be sad! It's your birthday, boo. Let's turn the fuck up and get drunk!" Aaliya said, raising her cup, and I smiled, raising mine. "YES, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, BITCHES."

-Time Skip-

Going in two hours, and this party was FAT! People were planning party games, smoking, drinking, and having a good time. It was nothing wild, just people chilling.

I bobbed my head while sitting next to Aaliya and my friend Miranda.

"Because I will be a freak until the day

Until the dawn

And we can (pump, pump).

All through the night 'til the early morning'

Come on, and I will take you around the 'hood.

On a gangsta lean

'Cause we can (pump, pump).

Any time of day, it's all good for me."

The song blasted through the speakers. This was my favorite song. Ain't nothing like the 90s, man. I stubbed out the remaining blunt and picked up my cup, motioning for my cousin to follow me to my room so I could get some more green. Don't anybody know I have it except for Mar? I can't believe he hasn't even shown up, which hurts my feelings because it's honestly starting to feel personal. But I ain't letting it stress me; we'll talk later.

I walked past Tisha; she looked good. Tisha and Ant are tall. Leaving me and Mar the shorties of the group. Tisha was 5'9, pretty much a stallion, and I was 5'4, pretty much a midget. But I ain't worried about it because I'm a pretty bitch with a fat ass. And this personality is one of a kind.

Tisha's outfit

Tisha grabbed my arm, asking me where we were going. "Imma go grab something from upstairs real quick." She nodded, talking to this tall, dark-skinned boy. 'Ok, Tisha, get yo mack on girl.'

Me and Aaliya walked into my room; she was sitting at my desk, checking herself out. I rapped to Eve. Can't anybody say I don't have good taste in music because I always play bangers.

"If I had to give you more, it's only been a year.

Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere.

It took a while to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.

Don't fight that good shit in your ear; now let me blow your mind."

I was rolling up the blunts and putting them into the bag when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was just April or Tisha, so I said, Come in.

And it just happens to be light skin. He slowly walks into my room, looking at Aaliya and me but mainly staring at me. I squinted my eyes at him, crossing my arms. "What the fuck are you doing here? And how do you know where I live?" I said, looking him up and down.

Aaliya passes the lit blunt to me, and I take a big puff out of it. I glared at the light-skinned boy smirking at me. Who told his ass he could come up the steps? As if he lived here—disrespectful! He takes some steps forward, giving a boyish grin. "Can I sit down?" He asked.

I continued to glare at him. I looked at Aaliya to see if she felt comfortable with him staying. She shrugged, taking the blunt from me again. I slowly nodded, sitting at my desk beside Aaliya. He sat down on my bed, continuing to stare at me with that same dopey smile on his face. "How long have you been up here?" He asked.

I scrunched up my brow, looking at him questionably. Why did he need to know? He doesn't live here; he's a little too nosey for my liking. "I don't think that's your business." I remarked back. He chuckled, going back to smirking at me. His eyes were raking up and down my body.

"What's your name, baby?" He asked. Leaning back on his elbows, he took a squig out of his cup. His eyes hovered over the rim, staring back at mine.

"Nalae. Why you want to know?" I asked, inhaling the smoke and blowing it out of my nose. My eyes started to feel heavy. I was feeling really good at the moment.

I finally got a good look at him. He was muscularly built, but not over the top. His skin was a very light caramel color. The definition of a high-yella nigga He had a little stubble, but not too much; he still had a baby face. To say he was fine was an understatement. I usually don't try to find light-skinned niggas attractive because the ones I've had a crush on made it very clear they don't like dark-skinned girls. So I became only interested in brown and dark-skinned boys.

"Your brother wouldn't tell me your name for sh*t. I'm Marcus, but you can call me Lucious." He said that, giving me a big smile. He motioned for me to sit down beside him, and I lifted my brow at him. Looking at him like hell, Naw Then suddenly Aaliya got up and smirked at me, grabbing her drink and one of the blunts. "Ight, imma go downstairs. See you later, boo." She said, walking towards the door. I glared at her, watching her slowly close the door before she stuck her tongue out at me.

He patted the bed, motioning for me to sit beside him again. I bit the side of my cheek, slowly standing up and moving towards him. I sat down beside him, blowing out rings of smoke. I turned to see him staring dead into my eyes. It's like I couldn't look away. This nigga had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. He was truly sex on legs.

I put the blunt in my mouth, going to take another puff, when he reached over, taking the blunt from my hand and taking a puff from it. "How old are you?" I asked him. He laid on his back, looking at the ceiling, blowing out the smoke. "19. How about you?" I smiled, getting up from the bed and walking towards the desk, grabbing the blunts. I sat back down and laid down, looking at him. "17. But I'm pretty sure you knew that already, considering today is my birthday." I said it smartly.

45 minutes later...

"So rich girl, how you liking Philly?" He asked, playing with my hand. I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "I'm not rich. Just middle class." I said, staring at him blankly. He sucked his teeth, sitting up, leaning on his side, looking down on me.

"You live in this fancy ass house. In this nice ass neighborhood, filled with white folk." He said, smirking down at me. I smiled at him and sat up, copying his position. "I recognize I have it better than anyone else who's less fortunate. But just because I live comfortably doesn't mean I haven't struggled. Everybody has a story. And just because I have nice things don't mean I treat people like they are below me." I said, softly. Leaning over, my nose touching his, I grabbed the blunt from out of his hand, sitting straight up.

He chuckled, sitting up and looking at me, licking his lips and looking at mine. "I like you. You hold your own. I also like how you came down to my crib a couple days ago. You slapped the fuck outta my boy." He said, laughing, at the glare I was giving him.

"Well, your boy ought to watch his mouth." I said, with a playful attitude. He slid closer to me, pulling my hair behind my ear. "Let me take you out on a date. You know, show you around a little bit." He said, pulling my face closer to his. I grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from my face. "Ion know. You seem like a fuck nigga." He looked back, pressing his hand against his chest. "Damn mama. That shit hurt my feelings." I cackled. Getting up, I walked towards the door with him close behind me.

I was about to answer again when the door swung open, hitting the wall. "LUCIOUS! FUCK YOU DOING IN HERE?" My brother, Mar, asked him. I crossed my arms, glaring at him. Oh, so now all of a sudden he cares who's in my room? Mf couldn't even stay home for my birthday. Gon show up hours late, fuck he get off at?

"Nothing, little nigga. Just talking to you, sis." He said, not taking his eyes off me. Mar walked closer to Lucious, grabbing his shirt. "Didn't I tell you to leave her alone? Come on, we have to go." And after he said "go", my heart dropped, and it made me more irritated.

"I'll see you later." He said. Kissing my cheek. "COME TF ON, MAN!" Mar yelled at him. Lucious glared at Mar before smiling at me one last time and walking out. I went and grabbed Mar's arm, and his eyes softened when he saw the tears in my eyes. I might have been acting dramatic, but I need to know if he was mad at me.

"What's wrong, NaNa?" He asked me softly. "What's going on with you, Mar? You've been ignoring me, missing school, and hanging around people I've never seen you hang around. You don't even talk to us anymore, and I understand that you are upset with Tish and Ant, but never with me. Our relationship has always been tight, and it's making me feel like I've done something to make you hate me. You weren't even here when my party started, so it made me feel like you wouldn't come. I just don't know. I feel like we are drifting apart." I said, with tears rolling down my face. I'm pretty sure my makeup is ruined.

Mar lifted his hands up to my face, wiping my tears. I hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder. "I don't mean to hurt you, Nae. I'm just going through something. But I promise I'll talk to all of you, okay? And I wasn't here earlier because I was out buying you a gift. I've been missing school because I've been working." I pulled away from him, looking at him shocked. He chuckled, "Nothing illegal. I got a real job. So I can be more responsible. But I promise Imma to bring my grades back up so we can be the smartest out of Ant and Tisha again." I giggled and was awed at the gift he pulled out of his coat. I opened the long velvet box, and it was a name plate with engraving that said,"my twin forever" on it. I smiled, giving him another hug and kissing his cheek.

"Come on, we still have some time before Ma and Dad get here." He grabbed my hand, leading me out of my room and walking towards the step. "Oh, and Lucious ain't bad people. He is a good person; I just don't want you dating his ass. He a fuck nigga." I laughed as we walked through the crowd, looking for my people. "HERE'S TO 17 BITCHES." I yelled, raising my cup in the air. Having the people cheer with me

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swag696942069 · 10 months

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The Blissful Paradise of a High

Hi, so this is ass. Like, genuinely. I wrote it when I didn't have wifi for two weeks, but this took me two days to write, and its 5167 words 😭 can you tell how bored I was? Any who, it's a Euphoria inspired oneshot that may or may not be turned into an actual fic. I make no promises. Thanks to @transdorcasmeadows for the help with it.

Tw: drug addiction, drug deal(s), self harm, suicide jokes, depictions of drug overdose, depictions of drug relapse, mentions of death (brief), cursing, fighting (they just like, yell at each other, but I know that can still be triggering)

James had made a lot of mistakes in the short seventeen years he had been on this earth.

His biggest one, was the one that ended him up in this place to begin with.

James was currently about to complete his 60th day in rehab, for his 'drug addiction' as his mother, friends, and doctors have told him repeatedly over the past few month.

James doesn't remember exactly what had happend the night of his overdose. No one had told him the full story no matter how many times he'd asked.

All he knew was, he was home alone, Lily got home, heard weird noises coming from his room, and when she went to go check on him, she found James facedown in the middle of the room, in the midst of a seizure, that was caused due to the overdose.

James remembers waking up in his hospital room with, his mom, Lily, and Peter asleep in chairs around his bed.

James remembers feeling a surge of guilt when he realized what was going on.

He didn't remember what happend, but he knew it had to be bad, by the way his mom immediately burst into tears when he shook her awake, and the way she wrapped her arms around his in a bone crushing hug, and refused to let go, even after Lily had ran to get the doctor.

Immediately after he was released, he was taken to a rehab center in the next town over. He was still in his hospital gown.

Peter, and Lily, rode with him and his mom on the way to the clinic, and James remembers singing along to some random song that he didn't remember memorizing the lyrics to, to try and get his friends to laugh, smile, do anything besides silently cry in the backseat.

James had one last group therapy session to go to and then he was home free.

James sat down in his normal seat, and did what he always did during group therapy, stay quiet, and whenever someone looked at him pretending he was doing what he was supposed to.

At the end of the session, the leader of the group, came up to him and gave him a hug, "We're so proud of you James. You've worked so hard. And I know in my heart you'll be able to over come anything after this."

James thought this woman was really fucking stupid. If she had been doing her job, she would be able to tell that half the people here were still doing drugs. Including him. James was high right now for Christ sakes!

James smiled at her, "Thank you, Susan. I really don't know what I would've done without this place. I probably would be curled up in a ditch somewhere by now." James thought that that wasn't such a bad idea actually. Curling up in a nice little ditch didn't seem that bad compared to most things.

She smiled at him again, "I'm just so happy for you James. This is the start of the rest of your life! And if you even feel like using ever again, you just look at this chip," She handed him a fucking drug addict anonymous chip, "and know that you can overcome even the strongest of urges!"

James had never wanted to hit someone so badly in his life before. How is looking at a fucking piece of plastic supposed to stop him from getting high?!

James smiles at her again, "Thank you Susan." He brought her in for another hug. "Thanks for everything." Fucking bitch.

James was escorted out of the building, he saw Lily and his mom parked outside of the facility.

"James!" Lily yelled as soon as she saw him. They both started running, and ended up almost knocking each other down when they met in the middle, wrapping each other up in a hug. "I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too, Lils." James smiled.

When they pulled away, James looked up and smiled at his mom, who was still standing by the car. James threw his arms up in the air, as if to say 'I did it!' His mom looked like she'd aged ten years, she had more wrinkles, her hair was beginning to grey, and she seemed really tired, but when she smiled back at him, James knew it was still his mom there.

On the car ride home, he sat in the back, letting Lily have the front seat, James always preferred the back, made it harder for people to notice how red his eyes were, his mom kept saying something about how proud she was of him, and how this was a good thing, and that this was a new chapter for him. James smiled and nodded along, not really listening to a word she said, too busy looking out the window, he saw a boy on a bike pass them, and for some reason, James couldn't look away, his high was coming down, it had been a few hours since he took anything.

After James put his bags away in his room he went back out into the kitchen and saw his mom sitting at the counter, busily typing away at something on her computer.

"Hey, so I was think of going out, to see some people." He said, trying to sound casual.

"What people?" She asked, not looking up from her computer.

"Just some friends." He said, opening up the fridge and pulling out the jug of orange juice.

When James turned around he was met with the sight of his mother staring at him suspiciously, "What friends? People I know?"

James knew what she meant by that question, were they going to be people he could get drugs from.

"I was thinking about going to see Marls and Mary, maybe Peter, I don't know. I just haven't seen any of them in so long and I," James knew just how to get what he wanted. "I just miss them so much," he let his voice crack a little and let a small tear run down his face, one that he dramatically wiped off, "and I just feel so guilty. They must've been so worried and I want them to know that I'm okay now. That I'm better. Cause," another tear, "I really am mom. I'm better. And I'm just so sorry for everything. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just-" he knew it was a dick move but, "I just miss dad so much."

That was it. That's what really sold it for his mom. "Oh, Baby." She got up and wrapped her arms around him as he cried. "I miss him too. Of course you can go see your friends."

"Really?" He asked, wiping away the fake tears.

"Of course, Baby. Just be back in time for dinner, okay?" She said, wiping away the rest of his tears.

"Of course, mom." He kissed her cheek. "Love you."

"I love you too."

James knew it was wrong to lie to his mom like that, but she would've never let him go if he told her where he was really going.

The Bottom was a convenience store a few blocks away from where James lived. It was run by these two brothers, Frank, and Neville. Frank was a bit of a dumbass, James figured it was all the drugs he did that fried the last of his remaining brain cells. Neville was a bit scary if James was being honest, he was like, twelve, and he knew more about drugs than anyone James had ever met, even more than Frank, and he was his dealer.

When James got to The Bottom, he saw Frank sitting outside on what looked like a old, rained on, couch that was outside for some fucking reason. "What's good, man?" James asked as he walked up to Frank.

"Wassup, man. How've you been? Heard you was in rehab?"

"Yeah, just got out a few hours ago."

"Oh no shit? How was it?"

"Well, ever since I gave my life over to my Lord and savior, Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good." James joked.

Frank obviously missed the punchline. "Oh, that's what's up."

"Dude, Frank, I'm fuckin with you." James laughed.

Frank put his hands up in defense, "Shit man, I don't judge."

"But for real, is Nev in the back?"

Frank gave him a confused look, "What, are you serious? Didn't chu just get outta rehab?"

"What? You think just cause I went to rehab, I stayed clean?" James said with a raised brow, looking around just to make sure no one was around to see this exchange happen.

"Well, ain't that the point?"

"Yeah, well," James started walking backwards into the store, "the world's coming to an end, and I haven't even finished high school yet." James had his hands up as he spun around and made his way fully into the store.

James went to the back of the store, where the fridges are and opened an empty one.

"Hey." James said upon entering and seeing Neville eating a bowl of cereal.

Neville looked up with a dumbstruck, expression on his face, like he'd just seem a ghost, "I thought you were fucking dead."

"What the fuck? Why?" James asked with a look of pure confusion on his face.

"I don't know? That's just what people be sayin and shit."

"Whatever. Got anything?"

"Yeah, yeah." Neville put his bowl of cereal down and opened up a box and pulled out some of James regular. "Wanna try anything new?"

"Like what?" James asked, as he finished putting the narcotics in his pocket.

Neville pulled out two little pills that looked like they could be ecstacy "We got, 2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

James looked at him blankly, "I'm sorry, I have zero fucking idea what you just said."

Neville waved him off, "It doesn't matter. But this shit is fucking lit."

James looked down at the little pill in Neville's hand, "What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic. Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual and shit, but definitely a sense distorter." Neville explained.

James shrugged, still not fully understanding anything that was just said to him, "Yeah, okay." he said anyway, he was willing to try most anything once.

"That'll be 120."

"Uh, Frank said he spot me." James said, already walking away.

"Frankie don't spot nobody." Neville said, never buying into James's shit.

"Well you should go ask him. He said it was a post-rehab discount." He lied.

"I will go ask him, cause I know you're full of shit." Neville said as James walked the rest of the way out the backdoor and into the alley behind the store.

James saw Frank and Barty Crouch jr, doing a drug deal. James politely looked away, as anyone should when they encountered such a thing. You wouldn't want someone staring at you as you do a drug deal, would you?

Barty got into his car and began to drive away, "Ayo! I do it for Potter!" He yelled as he drove past James.

James never really had any sort of real problem with Barty. There was that time that he tried to kiss him, drunk at a party without his consent in freshman year, but besides that they barely knew each other.

James decided to just wander around for a while before heading home, that was until he got a spam all text from Sirius Tonks, saying that there was gonna be a party at Evan Rosier's house in a few hours.

And that gave James the, brilliant idea, to 'pre-game' with all the drugs he had on him, except for the new shit Neville gave him, James decided to save that for later.

James didn't really know Evan Rosier all that well, he knew that he was Barty Crouch Jr's best friend, and that he and Mary had been going out for a little while, this summer. He heard that from Lily on the drive back home, who heard it from Peter, who heard it from Marlene, who heard it from Mary herself.

Now, it was currently six p.m. the party didn't start until ten, and James knew he had to be home for dinner or else his mom would send out a search party, but, James was also really fucking high. Maybe taking all those drugs at once wasn't such a good idea when he had to be home soon.

James somehow made it home without any real problems, he had gotten a little lost on the way, but James figured it was probably just because he hadn't been home in a few months and he just forgot which way to go.

James stumbled in the house through the back door, his mom was standing in the kitchen.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

"I was at Mary's." He lied, making his way down the hall to his room.

His mom followed him, "No you weren't. You're high right now! Aren't you?"

James rolled his eyes. "I'm not high mom. I was at Mary's."

"You're lying. You're always lying, James! Just tell me the truth!" She was beginning to yell.

She never used to yell.

"I'm telling you I was at Mary's!"

"No you weren't!"

"If you don't believe me call her! Call her and ask her if I was there!"

"You know what? I will, cause I don't trust you anymore, James. I don't." She had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mom." James said sadly, walking up to her.

She shook her head and backed away. "I can't trust you anymore James. I never used to have to worry like this."

"You don't-" James let out a breath, "You don't have to worry mom. I'm fine. I'm not lying, I was at Mary's."

His mom got a stern look on her face, "I need you to pee in a cup."

"What? You wanna drug test me?!" He was starting to get really fucking angry.

"I can't trust you James!" She yelled, trying so desperately to sound stern.

"I just fucking peed! I can't take the drug test if I just fucking peed!"

"James you have to take it! It's not an option."

"How do you expect me to take it if I just fucking peed!?" James was speed walking into his room. James went to go shut his door and it slammed harder than he intended it to.

"Don't slam any doors in my house!" He heard his mom say on the other side of the door.

"It was an accident." He said, sitting down against it so his mom couldn't open it. James had noticed when he got home earlier that his door no longer had a lock.

"You gotta take the test, James."

"I just fucking peed!" He laughed out of frustration.

"Fine! Slam another door!" And James heard her walk away.

Now, theres a few ways to fake a drug test. You could do what James had done with every other drug test he'd taken in the past two months, and get a sober person to pee in the cup for him. But, since most at home drug test had heat sensory, it has to be warm. And since James was sure his mom was going to stand in the bathroom while he did it, he couldn't really do the sink trick. So he had to get it fresh.

James snuck out his bedroom window and hauled ass down the street, making his way to Peter's house.

James knocked on the door and Peter opened it. "Hey, James." He said, wrapping his arms around him.

"Hey." James said, hugging him back. James saw Marlene and Mary sitting at the kitchen table a little bit away.

"What're you doing here?" Peter asked when they pulled apart.

James gave him a desperate look. "I need you to..."

"What?" Not getting it.

"No, like I'm serious, Pete."

"What?" Still not getting it.

James rolled his eyes and leaned in and whispered into Peter's ear.

When he pulled away, Peter looked at him with a look of anger and annoyance, and, sadness. "Are you serious?"

"Please, Peter." James whispered. He was really fucking desperate.

Peter sighed, defeated. "Okay." And he walked upstairs.

"Hey Jamie!" Marlene said, after Peter began to walk upstairs.

James put on a smile. "Hey Marls, Mary."

"Hey, Jamesie." Mary said with a small smile.

James actually really loved Mary. Most people though really low of her, but she was actually really sweet.

"You going to Rosier's party tonight?" Marlene asked.

Mary smacked her in the arm and gave her a look.

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe."

"You should. Sirius is going and Fabian's gonna be there, so you know theres gonna be a fight." Marlene said with a smirk.

Sirius Tonks was Mary's best friend. He had been going out with Fabian Prewitt for a little over a year. They fought non stop and had broken up a zillion times.

"Nuh-uh, Siri and Fab broke up. Sirius says he's so over him." Mary informed.

"Yeah but he says that everytime." Marlene rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, well he says this time is different." Mary did her best to defend her best friend to her other best friend.

James didn't really know all that much about Sirius. He had moved to town when they were freshmen, after his parents died or something and he like, lived with his older cousin? James wasn't sure. The only time they ever even actually spoke was when they both so happened to be hanging out with the same group of people, and even then it was usually just pleasantries.

"Whatever. The party's still gonna rock." Marlene said with a smile as Peter came back downstairs and slyly handed James the medicine bottle filled with pee.

"Heres that book you needed." Peter handed him some random book that James didn't recognize from the cover.

"Thanks Pete." He whispered to him.

"Whatever." He mumbled, looking away from him.

"I'll see you guys later!" He called out before leaving. He heard a chorus of 'bye's' as he left.

James ran back home, snuck back in through his window, snorted some more coke and then called out to his mom that he was ready to pee. "Mom! I gotta pee!"

Once inside the bathroom his mom handed him the cup.

"I wish we could do this in a way that didn't invade my privacy." James said holding the cup in the air with a sad expression on his face, one that he hoped would get his mom to feel bad enough to leave the room.

But his mom didn't budge. "You lost your right to privacy when you overdosed." She said.

James sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win this one, and turned to the toilet.

His mom at least turned around, as to not physically watch him pee, which James was very grateful for. It would've been really hard to explain why he was peeing out of his jacket sleeve.

James knew how to do this correctly. Drop a little bit in the toilet so his mom thinks he's actually peeing, then just pour the rest in the cup.

"Do you know how worried you made everyone? And to have Lily, be the one who found you... the girl who sees you as a brother..."

James's eyes filled with tears, "Can we, not talk about that right now, mom." He asked, taking in shallow breaths to try and stop himself from crying even more. James hated himself for it having to have been Lily, who found him. He hated himself anyway, but he could only imagine what must've went through Lily's brain when she found him. Face down. Basically choking on his own vomit. As he seized out of control.

Once James was finished pouring the pee into the cub, he slid the medicine bottle back into his pocket and turned around, placed the pee filled cup on the counter, and turned to wash his hands as his mom put the sticks into it.

After about a minute, the result came in to show that it was clean.

"I told you I was at Mary's." James whispered.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry." His mom said quietly, wrapping her arm around him.

"It's okay, Mom...." an idea. "Can I stay over at Peter's tonight?" He asked as they pulled away.

"That's fine, James. Just, grab some dinner before you go?"

"Yeah. Thanks, mom. Love you." He said with a small smile.

"I love you too, Baby."

He made his way back out into the kitchen, took a few bites of whatever the hell his mom made, and was back out the door.

James was walking to the party cause he didn't have his license, cause he was smart enough to know that addicts shouldn't drive, and he had this rule where he doesn't skate and smoke cause like.... James got a flash of memories of him attempting to skate and immediately eating shit.... its fucking dangerous.

He was walking past The Bottom when a car started driving really slowly behind him.

"What the fuck? Is that James?!" He heard a voice say from inside the car.

"Holy shit! I thought he died!" Another voice said, making James frown.

"Oh god I hate ghosts." James recognized the voice of Marlene say that.

"Yo, Casper!" James turned around at that. "Need a ride?"

James walked up to the car and saw, Sirius Tonks, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon and Pandora Rosier in it. "Why thank you." He said when he approached the car, hopping in the back seat when Pandora moved over to the middle.

On the car ride to the party, Marlene vaped, Sirius and Dorcas fought over directions, and Pandora sang along to the song on the radio, as James layed his head on the window, he could've sworn he saw the same biker from before, ride up to the motel on 36.

"I telling you it's to the left!" Dorcas said, looking at her phone, which had the map pulled up.

"I've been to Evan's house a million times! I think I know where the fuck I'm going!" Sirius bit back.

"Why don't you ask Pandora? Since she, like, lives there?" Marlene said, already baked as fuck.

All eyes in the car turned to Pandora.

"I don't live with Evan." She said with a ditsy expression on her face.

"But he's your brother?" Dorcas said confused.

"Yeah, but he lives there with our mom, and I live with my dad. I have no fucking idea where we're going."

James was wondering why she was in the car with them if she lives with Rosier. Turns out he was wrong.

"Oh." Marlene said. "My bad. Go back to fighting I guess."

"We wouldn't be fighting if Sirius would just listen to me when I told them where to go!" Dorcas said angrily.

"And if you would shut up and let me drive we would already be there by now!" The fighting continued until they finally arrived at the party.

"Hey Marls, wheres Mary? I thought she would've been with you?" James asked as they walked up to the house.

Rosier was fucking loaded! You could tell by the size of his house alone.

"Oh, uh, Rosier came and picked her up a little while after you left." Marlene said, not really paying attention to James.

"Ah. Well. I'm gonna go... walk around. I'll see you," he put his hand up to his forehead in a solution, "later." And walked off.

James wandered the party for a little bit. At some point he made his way upstairs to the bathroom, and crushed up the pill he got from Neville earlier that night, and snorted it.

"Ffffuuck." James said, eyes wide. He blinked, his eyes unfocused, as he slowly shook his head, leaning against the wall for support. His vision was blurry, and spotty, no matter how often he blinked or rubbed at his eyes, the music and voices outside the bathroom door were fading in and out in an echo, like he was underwater and in the sky at the same time.

He felt fucking great.

James didn't know what was in that thing, but whatever it was, he wanted more of it.

James attempted to walk out of the bathroom. He kept tripping over nothing, and ended up having to lean his whole body against the wall to be able to walk without almost falling over on his face.

James saw Mary and Evan Rosier sitting next to each other on the staircase, talking quietly to each other as he walked by, still leaning, heavily, on the wall beside him.

James made it downstairs and out to the backyard, where he found Frank, sitting by the pool.

"Yo man, you owe me 120" Frank said when James sat down next to him.

James smiled sheepishly at him, "Shit man, I forgot."

"It's alright, but I got a business to run, y'know? Can't be givin out handouts."

"I- I know man, I'm sorry. I'll get it to you later. You know I will."

"Yeah, alright." Silence settled between them for a few minutes before Frank broke it again. "Man, I don't know what kind of fucked up shit you been through, and I don't know how to help. But, what I do know, is drugs, it ain't it, man."

James bit the inside of his cheek before he spoke, "Y'know, when I was, like, thirteen, my dad died."

"Is that it?" Frank asked. Genuinely asking, not saying it in some snarky way.

"If only it was that easy." James was nodding his head absentmindedly.

James genuinely didn't know why he started doing drugs. He just knew that they made him feel better when he did them. So why would he stop?

Frank shook his head. "Shit, man..."

James nodded along, "Yeah. Shit, man."

James then heard screaming coming from inside the house and looked over to see, practically everyone who was there, gathering around the kitchen. And, since James was always a very curious person, he got up, and made his way to the kitchen.

Upon entering he saw Marlene and walked over. "What's going on?" He asked.

"Bro! Some dude just tried to kill himself!" Marlene said with wide, glazed over eyes, obviously very high.

"What?" James was sure he heard that wrong, but, then again, this was a high school party.

"Yeah dude it was crazy! Barty came in, yellin, and told everyone to get outta the kitchen, but that guy wouldn't leave so Barty kept yelling and then the guy pulled out a knife and, like, slit his wrist or something. It was crazy!" Marlene took another hit of her vape and blew the smoke out next to James's head.

"Oh, wow. Uh, alright. I think I'm gonna head out." James said, beginning to walk away. He wanted to find that guy and make sure he was alright.

"You sure? I'm sure Sirius can drive you home once hes done fuckin that guy in the pool."

James didn't have time to unpack all of this tonight, so he stuck with the first problem. "I'm good, thanks, Marls. I'll see you later." He was already halfway acrossed the room.

"K, bye! Love you!!!" She called out to him as he was walking out the front door.

Once outside, James looked around, trying to find the suicidal kid Marlene was talking about.

He saw a guy standing next to a bike, with blood dripping down his arm and assumed that must be the guy she was talking about and walked over.

As he got closer, he realized it was the guy he saw earlier, riding into the motel. "Hey, are you, uh, alright?" James asked, looking down at the guys arm.

"Uh, yeah. I guess I could tell that was gonna get violent, and this was the first thing I could think of to get him to back off."

"Ah, right... I'm James." He stuck his hand out for the boy in front of him to shake, mentally slapping himself for being so awkward.

"Regulus." The boy said, taking his hand to shake.

"Where you, uh, headed?" James asked, hands in his pockets.

"Uh," Regulus gripped the handlebars of his bike harder, "home." He nodded.

It was a good thing James was high, or else he never woulda asked this. "Can I come?"

Regulus stared at him for a few seconds, mouth ajar. "Uh... okay..."

Regulus got on his bike, and signaled for James to get on as well, and then they were off.

The ride over to Regulus's house was silent. James usually hated silence, his thoughts got louder in the silence, but this time, this time it was nice. James was too focused on the smell of Regulus's shampoo to think about much else.

When they got to Regulus's house he turned to James, "We have to be quiet. I don't want to wake up my cousin. I don't think she'd be too happy with me bringing a random boy home."

James's felt his cheeks blush, "Sorry..." he mumbled, feeling embarrassed to be imposing in someone's house like this.

Regulus smiled at him. "Its alright. She doesn't have to know." And he grabbed James's hand and took him inside, up the stairs, and into Regulus's bedroom.

Regulus went over to his closest and pulled out a cropped t-shirt, and some sleep shorts and began to change. James turned around hastily, not wanting Regulus to think he was some kind of pervert.

When Regulus was finished changing, he walked over to his bed and layed down. James continued to stand, awkwardly, in the middle of the room. After a few seconds, Regulus lifted his head up and padded the spot next to him. James cautiously walked over and gently began to lay down.

Regulus was looking at his arm, where the cut was, blood dry by now.

"Does it hurt?" James asked lowly.

Regulus shook his head.

"I c-" James struggled to try and find a way to say what he wanted to without having to worry that Regulus might take it the wrong way or something, "I could, like, clean it for you...?"

Regulus turned over to look at him. "You would do that for me?"

James felt his cheeks flush again, "Y- yeah. Its, uh, no big deal..."

Regulus smiled at him. "Thank you."

James just nodded his head and cleared his throat. "No- no problem."

Regulus got the stuff James would need to clean the wound, and James got to work.

When James was finished, cleaning, and bandaging the wound, he laid back down next to Regulus and smiled at him.

"I got an idea."

Regulus smiled back, "What?"

"Wanna get high?"

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andvys · 1 year

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Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers.

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

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redwineauntie · 8 months

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i think if a bitch constantly had morality, it would be a boring life.

i think if a bitch had no morality, it would be an unsustainable life.

i run the chance of running into people i knew from the past, only to act like i don’t know them out of fear that they purposely don’t know me back. I cross paths with people that did me dirty and speak a sharpened tongue that has painfully been sliced by the words of time, unhealed childhoods, and pettiness. when i go to art events or galleries, i observe. observe. for the sole purpose of weeding out who isn’t allowed to know me. and when they do, i get nervous. of course, i get nervous. just because I’m an immoral bitch doesn’t mean i can’t feel vulnerable in some sort of way.

however, upon knowing people, i run the risk of baring my soul; something that i’ve only reserved for the quiet, the loved, and the reserved. can these people sense that i have anger issues? do they know that, although I’m a thriver, i still stash a bit of my survival mode for when i need it, for when times are dire and trying? do they know that I’ve hurt people that i’ve loved, time and time again? that i’m manipulative, selfish and self-serving and have an ego? do they know that if they ever made a bad joke in front of me before 2020, i would’ve laughed just to be in their good graces? now i just stand there, laughter sometimes delayed, or i laugh in my head because my gummy smile is the one thing that i think about the most. or not laugh at all. do they know that i’ve blacked out in the midst of rage? beaten death a couple times? have beaten people up to the point where i drew blood? lost a loved one because of money? do they know i’m as toxic as they come and as fluid as they go? i pray they don’t know i’m violent. that i support rage and violence from women and femmes. that i love violent women.

i hope they know that i’m trying. that i’m trying not to make excuses anymore. that i am not reserving my peace, but rather reserving my anger for somebody who deserves it. i want them to know that i love being alone. I love going on my phone, turning my social media into a pinterest board. I hate loud sounds, have a fear of throwing up, and i’m nit-picky about the food i eat, yet i have a broad palate. i encourage everybody to scream a deep guttural scream from the bottoms of their ass, so loud and so gut wrenching that it sounds like every sobbing mother in their bloodline a thousand times over. i want them to know i love red wine, love it actually. it’s the only type of alcohol i can drink in a small quantity and it will get me as as tipsy as a person with two left feet. i’m actually a great dancer in my kitchen alone, and i have books in my bedroom that i’ve gotten but never read. i’m due for a checkup at the doctor’s, and my hair is long and black-brunette due to the beaming sun and the intense moon. I’ve been in love more times than I can count, but have ever only been in 2 serious relationships. every time it rains, i always tell myself i need to bring an umbrella i never end up doing that. Even if it does rain, i let it wash me, and I somehow never end up getting sick from it. I’ve been talking to my ancestors, praying that i don’t make my intrusive thoughts become a reality. i cry. a lot. well at least as of recently. the last time i cried was because i got into a fight with the one person i loved the most. and because of unnecessarily mean people.

although my moral ground is shaky, and my past life has not been so tender on me, and that i’ve had to lose many times before i actually won, and lost people that were meant to be lost and stay lost in favour of me, and that i had to be a bitch to stay soft… i’m only immoral when I need to be. typically in a world where they expect you to stay soft and peaceful in the face of evil, disturbing, unfiltered violence that infringes on the rights of our bodily autonomy. You see the videos of fathers lunging after their daughter’s rapists in court. or stories of women killing their abusers as a final act of survival. or even women on social media not giving the benefit of the doubt anymore. not on dates, on social media, in uber rides, at a guy’s place, in the dark, not even in broad daylight. i plead for women to not choose the former to keep the peace, but the latter to ensure that they’re still alive. and if you don’t wanna be alive, please make sure that death is yours, that nobody else other than you makes that decision for you. it’s exhausting having to think of every single thing possible in order to stay alive when we are controlled by the very hands that can’t keep to themselves. I know. But I plead. I beg. swing if you have to. kill if you need to. hurt if you need to. cry, but only if you need to. and never in front of them. god knows never in front of them.

although i am not morally sound, my morality still exists but only for the disparaged. the ignored. the truly misunderstood ones. The ones who are kind, not nice. not the ones whose feminism is select. i do it for those that are made of quality and not the contemporary. not the whites nor the ignorant. not the bitches that proudly proclaim that they’re “too pretty to fight”. not the bitches that are sex-crazy or boy-obsessed, that participate in hustle culture, that align with the model minority. not the ones that have hurt me and have resorted to spirituality and astrology as a last resort to atone for their shitty ass excuse of an existence. not the ones that would rather bask in their pride than say sorry. not the ones that weaponize their identity to play victim. not the snarky ass bitches, the passive (aggressive) ass bitches. not for the bitches with those small, shitty ass red ink dragon tattoos. not for the homewreckers that let men pillow talk their way into their pussy. not for the people where their only skill is talking shit and wondering why they’re still lonely. and especially, not for the bitches that are mean to service workers for getting their food order wrong and berate them by haggling them for free food. and DEFINITELY not for the people that leave their friends at the club to get some sex and not get a text back the next morning. a shame, really. i do it for the bitches that have done nothing but exist as best as they can and try to morally stay afloat. even if it meant putting on a mean front towards people who are godawful at their core.

i haven’t been fully consumed by evil yet. i would like to give a toast to the nuanced person i’ve become, i wouldn’t want to change a thing. a toast, for these are the confessions i provide under the influence of an occasional red wine. but mostly when i’m sober. most importantly, when i’m sober.

- m, Xoxo.

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Crazy but she's mine ch5

Tw : mentions of things said in the last chapter.

"Jackie wake up!" Illiana exclaimed shaking the girl awake.

"Oh my god your awake , the doctors said you were most likely stressed out or somthin' ." Jackie rushed out.

"I feel fine." Illiana said stretching.

"I- you know while you were out social workers came." Jackie started to say.

"What,what did they say!" Illiama stammered.

"Don't stress yourself out, they said you could stay with me,your so called foster parents were gonna put you bsck into the system,came to visit too,but I stepped up." Jackie said as Illiana hugged her.

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"Why are they here?,why is HE here?" Illiana questioned pointing a finger at the Mayans.

"Dios, niña, nos tenías asustados, Ez tuvo que evitar que Jackie se lanzara contra el obispo." Hank said to the girl.

(Christ kid you had us scared, Ez had to hold Jackie back from lunging at bishop)

"Why do you guys care." Illiana said with narrowed eyes.

"Cause we fucking do." Bishop stated.

"Fuck you asshole!" She exclaimed flipping the bird.

"Because your family,you AND Jackie,your bishops kid,

hate him for all we care,but you two are under our protection." Ez explained.

Bishop glared,it was his kid,he made the mistake of not being a decent dad,he knows he had no right to treat her like that , but to keep her safe,he had to push her away.

"What the hell do you mean "under your protection" , the hell did you do now!?" Jackie said with a growl.

"Illiana is the kid of a former king,the ex president of our charter,your my old lady,the other charters also know that Illiana lives with you,so to them she's my kid,the kid of an ex king and adopted by another." Ez said with a shrug.

"The hell do you mean adopted?" Illiana said lookking towards Jackie.

"They didn't think I could care for you alone , So Ez stepped up,the ass said he was my fiance." Jackie said.

"Ain't you an ex con that shot a cop?,also WHAT?!" Illiana said before snapping her head towards Jackie.

The group gave her strange looks.

"And yes! I did my research on you numbnuts,speaking of which, dude did you really

piss in a water fountain?" She said looking towards Creeper.

"I was drunk!" He defended himself.

"I had a friend who was more than willing to help,speaking of pack your shit,your living with me." Ez said not skipping a beat.

"The hell we are!,and don't you live in that shitty trailer?" Jackie said getting in his face.

"I got a house, not too big or small." He stated grabbing her arm,The group and the two girls walked outside,the boys getting on their motorcycles.

"Get on,Illiana can ride with Angel." Ez said hand her a helmet.

"Hell no!,Illiana don't you dare get on that ,you barely got released!" Jackie said with her best mom look,damn she sounded like her bitch of a mother.

"Please,im wearing a helmet!" Illiana begged.

"For fuc- Fine,fine you win." Jackie said snatching the helmet from Ez.

"Move,im not riding bitch." Jackie said.

"Get on the damn bike Camila,do you even know how to ride one of these." Ez said raising a brow.

"Im not riding bitch,and yes I know how, Ezekiel." Jackie said matching his energy.

"por que tienes que ser tan dificil chica?" Ez said as the others started riding off.

(why do you have to be so difficult girl)

"I don't know, why do you think you can control me?,I mean you tell everyone im your old lady,when are you gonna learn nothing is ever gonna happen betweeen us,I mean seriously." She scoffed getting on,His hands on her waist.

"Move those hands any higher,I'll push you off." Jackie muttered.

"Were did you learn to speak spanish?" He asked changing the topic,truth is she's so diffrent,than gabby,than sofia,than emily,it scares him.

"Stanford,on a scholorship,got kicked out for beating up a chick for talking shit,still a little rusty."

She explained starting to drive.

"I went to stanford too,killed a cop,ruined my chance,you know there was a fight now that I remember,but for some reason its unclear,which it strange for me." Ez said , his hands tracing shapes on her waist.

"Yeah your brother said you were smart,suprising, he also said you remember everything." Jackie said pulling up to the clubhouse.

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"This is-how'd you afford this?, Ez this is- how much drugs did you sell,who'd you kill,oh my god!,you totally paid off your so called friend so we could adopt Illiana." Jacke rambled as the young teen ran around the house.

"It's awsome!" Illiana said hugging Ez and then rushing upstairs.

Well Jackie's not wrong , working in the drug trade with Soledad was a good pay.

"I have no Idea what your talking about." Ez said grabbing her hand.

"This is our room." Ez said as they entered the decent sized room,luckily it had two beds.

"Why do you have to stay in here." Jackie said raising a brow.

"Illiana needs her own space,Its only two bedrooms,plus there are two closets in here,one for you , and one for me,plus easier access to get to you and Illiana in case somthing happens." Ez said leaning against the wall.

"I-you,jesus im taking a nice - HEY! I was going in there!" Jackie exclaimed as Ez blocked off the restroom.

"I need to talk to you about somthing,Me and Angel found some of your old police reports,we read em'." Ez said as Jackie's face fell.

"You read my Police reports?!,you saw shit you shouldn't have!" Jackie said pushing him.

"Yes I was Abused,yes my step dad did shit to me,yes my ex pushed me down the stairs,what the hell do you want from me goddammit!,you help adopt a kid together,say we're engaged,said im your old lady!,why whats so special about me!?" Jackie said.

A kiss on her lips snapped her out of her rage as she fell to the floor, tears flowing,memories coming back.

"Hey,hey,shit!,im sorry I didn't mean to make you cry." Ez said cradling her in his arms.

"Shut the fuck up!,for once just shut up,why does every man think they can control me,why Ez!,how come you act so sweet and than get so dark,is it being the president of the gang?" Jackie cried.

"Club,and I can't say anything,but I liked you the moment you stepped into the clubhouse,i had to have you,you were so different." Ez explained feeling her hand grip his kutte.

"Im not yours to have,or own,or break,you want me?,fucking show me like a damn man and not a little boy wearing a crown too heavy for his head." Jackie said wiping her face.

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Illiana is okay,Ez and Jackie kissed,their relationship is slowly getting there,Ez has to show her he isn't like all the men of her past.

also bishop is an ass, to him, pushing Illiana away is to keep her safe,but in reallity its stressful and painful for her because she just wanted a father.

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#fanfic #wattpad #original character #j.d pardo #ez reyes #jd pardo #mayans mc fic #ez reyes smut #ezreyesmayans #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans fanfic #emmy rossum #fiona gallagher #shameless #jenna ortega

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kdraababy · 1 year

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mostheartlessbitchiknow;

What kind of a monster could be so heartless just to shut down their babysister from any chance of closeness to a “normal” family.?Female version of Lucifer damn near barely begins to explain the evilness that lies in my “sister”. For someone who can be a big sister to people who don’t share the same blood, name, mom, looks, etc... Sure as fuck never gave me the time of day. Hated me since birth, I didn’t deserve to not have her. Being a lost sad lonely girl all by herself in this fucked up world I really NEEDED YOU. You never loved me nor cared. I would have done anything you asked me to do, I woulda killed for you, I looked up to you... Now I look at you with a level of HATE I've never felt so strong in my heart it’s saddens me that I ever had to feel this... but I'm so broken inside because of you. You are the fakest bitch that I know, I could never turn away my family like you did. you think your better then everyone and you run from your problems worse then a drug addict does. for fucksake you move all the way across the states to hide from them. you’re gonna end up just like grandma Vicki did.. I should have known letting you know I found MY baby sisters that you would be so evil to ruin their own opinions and cloud there heads with fake ass shit that you think that you know anything about when in all reality your so naive and have no clue but think you have it all figured it out. You’re a selfish, jealous, drama filled cunt. You have no idea of half the things MY mom, has been through you think you got her all figured out huh? WRONG. you don’t even know her, you couldn't ever live through a week in her shoes, let alone ever measure out to half of what she is. How dare you do that to your kids? they loved her and you keep them from her cause your immature and can’t handle the fact it’s not your way so you make them suffer and try to make it seem like she’s fucked off for leaving them when you couldn’t honestly expect her to live with you forever..hahah good joke she’d beat your ass after another couple months if she would have to stay longer. She has stage 4 cancer and it is slowly spread to other places... she lost all of her hair twice, she has a port that they inject chemo into her entire body thats in her chest and goes up to her neck... She lived in a tiny house with no warm bathroom while undergoing some of the most painful parts of her treatment with a smile on her face.. It took me a lot to get her to move in with me and stay with me and Grayson cause she’s so stubborn and didn’t want us to see her like that. Thats when she needed her kids most... Did you even give a fuck that the women who gave you life was going through that? probably not. how someone like you ever came from her makes me wonder how? I never understood a lot of things either when I was ten years old, and I broke a promise to myself, and to you that I'd never do drugs, but you know what it taught me more then you will ever learn in your entire life... I don't care how many books, websites, doctors, or tv shows you hear or see, you will never know what being an addict is like... once I became an addict I understood so much more about the things that lead up to everything that we thought that we knew about us getting taken.. by any means I'm not excusing any of it but you know what people make mistakes, and thats okay, because we are only human. and let me tell you how much my kids love her, and she's an amazing grandma... at least I know when she's not here anymore I never turned her away, and let my kids know their REAL BLOOD FAMILY. but I'm here to talk about me enough about my mom. when I lost both of my parents to prison, why weren't you there for me? why didn’t you ever love me? you just gave up on me so easy... I could never do that to you... I had to teach my self everything I know, from how to do my make up to how to pick out bras, to my first heartbreak, to my first pregnancy... you never were there for any of it.... I used to cry myself to sleep feeling so abandoned by you and even mom sometimes.... I had to get on anti depressants because my grandma Nicky was scared I was gonna kill myself.. why do you feel the need to ruin my life and try and make people think im a monster? please tell me one thing I've ever done wrong to you? to my niece and nephews that don’t even know me, to my baby sisters that I didn’t see for 17 years that you’ve turned against me... I didn’t have to tell them about you, that you were alive, I coulda said you were fucking dead like you have been preteneding I am to you for about 10 years now.... but I couldn't EVER DO THAT TO YOU OR THEM. but I'm sure that you could have done it to me, in a heartbeat and used some weak ass justification like “ your protecting them from the heart break you had to deal with”.. you don’t even have a heart so I know for facts you don’t know the half of what a fucking broken heart feels like. here I am almost 30 years and still crying over my “big sister” not loving me cause it still fucks me up worse then any pain you’ve ever known... you make me sick to my stomach I hate you for not being there for me, for not loving me.

#devilsistermustabeenswitchedatbirthdevilinc

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doilooklikebees · 2 years

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my reaction to thor: love and thunder, written as I was watching it in the theater

!!SPOILERS!!

the acting and writing is awful

everything about this just feels… cheap

it has to be the writing cause I know these people can act. And they must not give a shit to be acting this badly😭

wasn’t this supposed to be a taika production

ok yea it makes total sense that Jane is now a god, for sure

omg taika wrote this… buddy how did this happen

why tf does heimdall have a son, babe what? they really throwin spaghetti at walls, my god

this has to be korg’s point of view, it has to be a joke. This is so bad

oh the god planet must be what they spent all their budget on, since everything else is so terrible

and they make a joke of Zeus, of course (not that I super care, but like… why)

it’s a little funny that Zeus just keeps talking about orgies

ah more jokes. Thor’s tattoos. You’re so funny.

(the scene on the flying ship) what have they done to janes character she is so… two dimensional?

and so obviously Just A Love Interest

(jane telling Thor she has cancer) everything is so fast paced and not explained or written well

(Thor telling God Butcher to see a dentist) ok that joke was kind of funny

oh hell yeah Valkyrie stand up to this psycho bitch

damn tessa thompson fr the only good actor

the Big Bad actually has a pretty good plotline but they’re not utilizing it well and they’re giving him so little screentime. this could be a good movie, it’s got a decent premise, but it’s just. so bad.

giant screaming goats that fly a ship like santa’s reindeer and kick shadow monster ass, that’s kinda funny

(val and her thunderbolt) y’all just give Val a tv show, damn

(val get stabbied) ayo what the fuck. what the Fuck. What The Fuck

this shit is so stupid

the amount of times I have looked at my friend to laugh “what the fuck”

(Thor telling Jane that Mjolnir is killing her) god the bad writing… the awful fuckin writing. it’s so bad. so many “explanations” they throw at us that are not well written explanations

King Val just tellin Thor “yea I lost my kidney, you can fight this fight alone byee” I love her

(Thor calling a child army) these children are going to die what the hell

(Thor giving his powers to kids) HOW DOES THAT WORK😭😭

THIS IS THE WORST WRITING EVER OH MY GOD

this is literally a stain on all these actors’ careers

she said “I’m a doctor and you will call me such” hell yea girl own that phd

(Axel wielding the hammer) ugh cheap cheap cheap cheap

(Jane turning the sword to ash) that made no sense but ok

wait he still got through. what was the point

this is the Center of the Universe? this looks boring as hell

they knew they couldn’t ignore janes character anymore or just have Thor randomly reference his heartbreak, so they kill her. okay

so this guy brought his daughter to life just to leave her an orphan. And then they’re like… making Thor a dad or something? What?

ok Valkyrie looks so hot

oh my god Sif is hot too whoaaa

is every rock guy gay that’s so great

why the fuck. They’re just gonna make Thor a dad. Like he can do that. Sure that’s. That makes sense.

this is so bad

when has Thor ever expressed that he wants to or is capable of being a father. Who is this child. What is this writing

also thor’s costume was ugly

#thor love and thunder #Thor love and thunder spoilers #Thor spoilers #how did this pass screen test #i have read seventh graders Wattpad fics that were better than this movie #mine

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acidicstars28 · 4 months

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I'm seriously starting to hate the holidays.

WARNING LONG Long Story: My selfish ass mother gave my twin sister and I, Covid a week before our birthday and Christmas. She got Covid going to a Christmas party with like 40 of her trashy ass always intoxicated friends. She refused to isolate in her room and refused to wear a mask in public areas of the house after she tested positive, even though it's not her fucking house. She literally basically freeloads off my 87 year old grandfather and has for as long as I have been alive which is 31 years as of the 23rd. Any way... my sister recently had to move back in with my mom and grandpa, because her dirt bag partner of 10 years cheated on her with a coworker and they have to sell their house. So I went over there last Saturday to bake Christmas cookies with my sister to try and cheer her up and I'm suprised to see my mom there cause usually she's out drinking with her gross boyfriend on the weekends but you know it was noon so maybe she was leaving later. Fast forward to 9pm and my sister and I are just finishing up decorating the last batch of cookies. My husband made a cameo to pick me up and got roped into helping decorate and do dishes after he got out of work. So we finish cleanup and go home and then my sister texts me.

I SHIT YOU NOT, We're not even half way home when she texts saying "By the way, our mom JUST (like 5 to 15ish minutes after my husband and I left) told me she tested positive for Covid yesterday (friday), which is why she didn't go to her fucking boyfriends house. Now I am super confused and getting a bit angry at this because my mother sat around the house all fucking day, put her fingers and face near the food and the cookies we made, and GAVE to people, hovered in the kitchen and was just all up in our business all day, with no mask fully knowing she had Covid and not telling amyone. My grandfather didn't even know. She didn't care that two of her kids, one who is immunocompromised (me) and one who is literally 2 months out from a devestating break up (and now has to spend her first birthday and Christmas without a partner in 10 years alone in our childhood bedroom, isolating so she doesn't get my grandfather sick).

I can't even be with her because I have to isolate at home (immunocomp) by doctors orders. And I just feel so fucking angry and helpless because I can't be with my sister on days where she's going to really need me (and my husband, story for another time). Because my mom is a selfish bitch.

I mean she's always been a toxic narcissist but this just is a new fucking low even for her. No care in the world for me, for my sister or for my grandfather at all. BUUUTTT as long as she could spare her precious boyfriend who is in perfect physical health (and also ALREADY HAD FUCKING COVID) from getting sick it didn't matter.

😮‍💨 I now get to spend the third birthday in a row, practically alone because of her and her fucked decision. My husband has to work most of the day too, since you know retail 2 days before Christmas. Before that gets any judgement, he's masked up and testing every morning. His immune system is way better than mine and he doesn't even have a sniffle, the lucky bastard.

It is wrong of me to absolutley HATE my mother right now? Like my sister and I had a ton of plans for this weekend. She wanted to keep busy to keep her mind off the other things going on her life. And because the last 2 birthdays we've had sucked ass. She had covid 2 years ago and I was in the middle of a severe depressive spiral. And then last year we got hit with a fucking massive blizzard. But also now I have to miss a shit load of work 5 days before Christmas and I don't have any PTO left. I just feel like my mom and her shit has completely drained every thing, I have left in me for the year. Not to mention I am so sick that everything in the world sucks right now.

I feel bad for ranting, but also really needed to get that off my chest before I go nuclear on my mother through very angry texts. I would call and yell but I have no voice and my husband has been trying to get me to not immedietly chose violence all the time.

Ugh okay. I'm fucking done now. I hope your holidays are better than mine.

#toxic parents #fuck the holidays #trigger warning: toxic parents #this is just a rant #you don't have to read this #covid #pleasekillme #depressing shit #sorry for being depressing

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lesinquietes · 7 months

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Hello 🤗 Just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE Respite on black waters 💕 I literally refresh it everyday to see if there's a new chapter. It even showed up multiple times in my dreams lol I am that obsessed 😭

This is the first Yandere Levi fic that genuinely creeped me out (the others just made me horny but this does both lol.) The eyes looking through the floorboards scene was 😳 *chef's kiss.*

In this fic, I can really imagine myself as the reader because I am just as confused as her. I KNOW that Levi is supposed to be the villain, but there are certain times when he is really telling the truth, so now I don't know what to believe anymore. For example, who banged up the geyser(?) in the basement? I genuinely can't think of a reason why and when he'd do that. And I also can't help but trust him a tiny bit. It feels like I am getting manipulated along with the reader.

And also her simping for him despite knowing he is an asshole is so relatable 😭 Like girl, same. Something about him being evil is so hot I can't help it 😭 I am attracted to fictional red flags.

And also, I have a request if you don't mind. I never got to read the original WPBO so I was wondering what scenes were changed in this version. If you don't mind, could you please tell which scenes were added/removed, or took an alternative route. I want to have an idea about the original.

Thank you so much for your great work 😊 🙏 love you 😘❤️💕

Evil guy: im evil

Us: tell me more 😏

I love the types of people these stories attract because I find a lot of us are likeminded in these subtle ways that make a bitch feel understood lmao anyways—

WPBO was something I wrote a million years ago. Like, I think it was my first baby. But I wanted to change the plot to make more sense, and then, I wound up just changing the whole ass story. So, a lot has been altered from the original. Lemme try to sum it all up!

Here’s what stayed the same:

Reader’s parents are dead

Reader’s siblings have left, so she lives alone

Reader is a lighthouse keeper on the island of Shiganshina

Eren, Mikasa, and Armin are reader’s besties

Reader first meets Jean and Levi in a field, and helps Levi take Jean to a doctor

Reader is initially interested in Jean

Levi is smitten by reader

Jean is in soldier love with reader (you know the whole “we started dating last week and I already bought her a wedding ring” bullshit)

The original was sloppier and lacked some spicy flavour, so I’m happy to be reworking it ☺️

#thank you for this rave review like jeeeeez ❤️ so happy you like robw #this means a lot ☺️ ty #i Forget that no one else knows about WPBO except me lol so I refer to it so casually #robwrambles

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thegravityblog · 10 months

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Sunday: 25-06-2023

Weekends are chill nowadays. Although I worked and studied yesterday, but gave myself a break today. So after having breakfast I first met a friend of mine, chilled with him for a while and then went to kritz’s apartment, and we had a thing. I don’t know whenever we meet, there’s this sexual tension, that arises between us. I met her after a long time, I was dating her last year before I met and committed to that pathetic bitch. Since the past 2 months or so we have been speaking again, and she’s mature enough not to question me with what happened then and all. Past is past, let it be there but hell, she’s a bomb when it comes to her bed performance. My last one is nothing in front of her, both in features and skills. As I am dating right now, I am seeing a couple of women according to my social status, which includes this one too. I haven’t committed to anyone hence, I am seeing who’s the best for me. Coming to the sex that happened today, well that wasn’t planned but I knew it would because every time we even met earlier, it did happen. Then it stopped because I was too much devoted towards the wrong one and now I am free so I am having the best time of my life. I ordered a Davidoff Cool Water Rose Sea perfume for her a couple of days ago and I gifted her today. After our encounter my 2 other friends of mine came and we went for a quick “Gedi”. Gedi means nothing but just aimlessly wandering around in a car. We were in my friends car playing loud music, laughing like there’s no tomorrow and chilling the fuck out. I had to go back home, so they dropped me back to Sector 37 again, at my friends house where my car was parked and since then I have been working and that’s pretty much the plan now. I watched a movie “October” too yesterday, post tea. My another date is much better, she went to the doctor and we spoke over call. And no, I didn’t tell her that I fucked someone I previously was seeing, but I did tell her that I met her. I can even tell her I fucked her as we ain’t committed but that just doesn’t looks and feels nice because I am also going out with her. Maybe 6 months or a year after dating, I’ll see with whom I want to move forward in life, there’s no rush. I have found myself and I very well take care of my needs now. I am not scared to be alone at all, I get along with women all the time now, but my time is very limited to spend with them every day, so I make space for going out on weekends now. My career comes first no matter what, the one who loves me will stay after knowing the fact that I have ambitions and my kind of ambitions need a lot of work. Those are toxic relationships where a person will walk out because one of their need was not looked after. The benefit of emotionally developed and mature women is they understand what you’re doing. Also, emotionally stable person are always there to have a conversation. Immature idiots are always running away from conflict. These are the lowest class of people who are so confused that they have no idea what they have to do. Now as my ex has seen I make good money, she took a route where there’s easy money. Porn. But what legacy is she leaving? Nothing. It takes so much work to put a camera and take your clothes off and have sex. Complete loser attitude. And the men she is with? She once told me they are better. Lol. How? :’D Can’t even provide for luxury? Better dogs I assume, because she hates people who are critical thinkers. The more dumb you are the more she will date you. Bitch, look at the chicks I date. Looks way better than you and are amazing human beings. You can’t even dream of being like them. Better my ass, lol. In the end cam girl and prostitute hi bani. And pimp tere bande. So much better lol. :D :D I am so happy that people choke on their own shit and they don’t even realize. Underdeveloped narcissists can never have their voids filled hence they will never be satisfied. I don’t even respond to that type of women anymore, I did get a couple of intro’s but as now I don’t ignore my intuitions, if in the very first conversation I feel something is off, I end it then and there. For example: I ask about their relationships, jobs, family and one tell tale signal is in each of these stories they are either the hero or the victim. All their ex’s were toxic. Mother is toxic. My boss is an asshole and on and on and on. That’s it for me. I very craftily ask questions nowadays to read the other persons stature. Ignorance and negligence are killers, I ignored a lot in my last relationship and I had to suffer a lot, and mind you these type of people love wasting time. They have nothing else going on, hence all they have is kiske saath kya drama karu. That’s why I respect my time and they never hear back from me again. But hell yeah, today was great. Sex with her is always great, lol. The girl is a bombshell. And she’s so pretty, and cute. What makes her so amazing is the combination of her innocence and bad bitch vibes that only few have seen, when she’s in bed. Again, lol. It was so damn goooooood! Ok, enough distractions. Lets get back to work. :D

#journal #diary #sunday #sundayfunday #date #friends #outing #work #happylife #happy little things

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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listen up, I know and heard that that shitload of work you got is getting closer to when it’s due and I just have to say, you got this. if anybody’s got this, it’s you. So buckle down and get through that pile of shit so it’s done and over with. don’t let no one tell you otherwise or don’t let no thing make you feel like you can’t do it bcuz it’s too much! bcuz guess what, if I find out….that you’re doubting yourself or you’re giving up, imma come for you, I mean it— and it’ll be out of nothing but me putting some sense into you while also just wanting what’s best for you (plus I don’t like when people talk/ or think about themselves like that—which is totally hypocritical of me bcuz I shit talk myself all the time but this ain’t about me it’s about YOU) so get through all that so you could rest but like don’t rush, you know? don’t make me come over there man. okay bye. xxx

— @thefuseoftemptation

THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND KINDEST🥹🥹🥹🥹

It's due iiiiin almost three days and I've barely started (not for lack of trying but I've had some health issues this week and multiple doctor's appointments - I literally had THREE today - and it's taken up a lot of time and energy) so I'm almost at the point of panicking now. This is a biiiiiiiiiiig big assignment and the stakes are really high and I'm shitting bricks🙃

BUT I got coffee, I got snacks, I got a stack of comfort horror films, so I'm gonna stay up all night/late tonight to get as much done as I can at my own pace with no rush or pressure before the time crunch really starts. I'm trying to knuckle down but I'm stood in my own way. I am HEAVILY doubting myself and literally three days from having no more uni until OCTOBER, I'm sat here going "maybe I should just quit" or "I'm too stupid for this" or "I can't do it" yada yada we all know what that particular thought pattern is like. SO IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO COME AND KICK MY ASS THEN I AM GENUINELY ENCOURAGING YOU TO DO SO. I would appreciate it!!!!!💖

I shit talk myself all the damn time and right now there's nothing but self-doubt so strong I'm shaking and feeling a bit sick. I feel like I've given up on this assignment before I've even gotten started and it's due really really soon and I'm still trying to process the fear of the assignment itself, let alone starting the fucking thing. But time is running out and I don't have time to be scared😩

Feel free to come yell at me! Bring the big guns - Uncle Wayne, Eddie, Hopper. Can't say no to those three - won't say no.

I'm gonna keep trying, though; I'm nothing if not a stubborn bitch!!!💖

Thank you for this, it made me smile and gave me a little bit of courage!!❤️I hope you're safe and well!xxx

#things for eri

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tiptoeing-upsidedown87 · 1 year

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They rape the skull so we can't think.

-And are held down by noise.

They rape the outer vagina so we can't breathe on our own.

-And have to sit with their man at the time of choice while being held down.

They torture the heart so we can't see clear.

-So they can dominate their realms and living dreams of life.

They rape the ass with men.

-So we don't respect them at all.

They rape the eyes with souls of dead nasty tattooed girls.

-Because they conquer their money and withdrawal symptoms.

You know how I know it's wrong? You know how I know they're wrong? I was bisexual. I would admire women so distantly from myself. Clear in my body to make physical decisions. To love a man and slowly learn love for a woman... Shower is to be expressed with women. We find a sense of bitter quietness and alone time. Something we'd only ever share with other women like us, like something far from a locker room? When are they gonna make up their minds and do something worth meaning something. Something not to be shared with men? The way the soap would hold my body and the way it holds the body of another. The way the water talks from God and establishes a sense of security in being watched blindly. You know how I learned I was leaning hard into bisexuality? When men started sharing. When they started seeing eachother. When they would place a woman or women in the middle of their conversations. When my only sense of safeness in my body was in the arms of a woman. When the only way I could express myself was in the heart of a doctor. It hardens my heart to feel like men and women will bully my idea of security. When women and men scold me and tell me to share my supposed to be silent sexuality. Like I'll never be bisexual again. I'll never experience true sex again? 😪 I'm tired. Exhausted. My means are exhausted. This is to be the body. And this is to be the flesh. I'm a child now for my beliefs. I am just insecure. I'm frightened by the sex of others because it is not the sex of myself. At 28 you shouldn't be having to prove your bisexual vagina. Your straight vagina. If you are feeling extra lesbian today why would you share that with a complete stranger? A stranger at all? It's hypocritical. To feel offended in the way these people envision life. Why would I get comfortable here? Why would I force myself security that isn't mine? To retrain myself over and over. Hey over here, our CLASS IS FULL were walking vaginas. Tomorrow our kids are gonna be learning to hang from jungle gyms from their skull. How neat. 🤔

child sex. Adult child sex. Almost 30 and my only classification till I get my teeth handled or fixed is adult child? I'm cryinScreamin... my ex is 40 somethin. Like we don't share a home together? I'm supposed to climb up the mountain time and time again to my child and his house. 👋 hey I'm still here. Bitching about personal freedom.

Adult Kids these days are off chains in their back yards dreaming about any possible thing that comes to mind. A fence is a fence. A bike is a bike. A tree is a tree. They really just have such peculiar things to envision about what lies in front of them. They're allowed to use it for an hour. In our time thats 3 days. After they get a new water bowl it's onto punishment for the 45 seconds they thought of jumping off their dog house. 62 seconds about how they jumped up for a ball that almost hit the sky. 45 minutes about the food trashed in the yard. Another 45 minutes for the sex with the neighborhood Colly... 'They were just talking about last week when they strolled the block with their plastic machetes and fake cigars. 😒 like it wasn't sex at all...... 2 seconds for an eye glare from a fuzzy in their eye. Now onto the plushed pillow in the house. Scattered with invisible feathers from the cat on the line. But still these parents insist its the adult dogs fault. Why are those peddles all over my tub? Did you do this? Like cmon no one else was in the house. Why did you peddle my tub? Because I had a sense of security. I was envisioning smoother skin. Someone told me do it. Lol. This life.

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