#and now me and my friends always just talk about the ex as a meme bc. hes such a fucking loser
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thinking about when i had a boyfriend but before he was my boyfriend and we were just talking i tried to tell him about how this one girl led me on really badly (i still have a buncha posts on here from fall 2021 about liking her, lol) as friends confiding in friends . but then after i told the story he tried to convince me that she didnt actually lead me on and i was just delusional
#like. what.#she literally led me on. like. she fuckin kissed me and shit#and i was so into her. and she knew it and she used it until she got what she wanted from someone else and then she dropped me into oblivio#she also used me again near the end of summer 2022 when i was getting over aforementioned ex bf but. i dont talk about that one with Anyon#anyways back to the ex. he literally just made me feel so. unwanted. all the damn time#and then expected me to basically just be his mother. cuz he had fuckin mommy issues that he wouldnt acknowledge#when . that wasnt what i fucking wanted at all. i just wanted to Be wanted and that was the one thing from a literal boyfriend he never gav#he never even complimented me or any of that shit. and he was So bad at kissing and touching me lmfao#he was. such an unbelievably Bad partner . like i still get hives thinking about it lmao#and i still dated him. for. a whole summer#and a couple months before that summer#and then i drunk called him several times in the months after that breakup#i was just convinced that no one else would ever even be interested in me. lol. so i just held on to him for a hot minute#but. then i pulled the hottest guy in my town (not exaggerating. he literally Is. like its a known fact. everyone agrees on it)#and he's a much better kisser.#and he's so much more fun to hang out with . like every moment with him feels like an a24 film or a lana del rey song#and now me and my friends always just talk about the ex as a meme bc. hes such a fucking loser#so. fuck him#(fuck him as in fuck my ex and fuck him as in literally fuck the hot guy)#hi ellie if youre seeing this.#r
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not a chance + lando norris (one shot)
In which Lando thinks he's going to win a race, to which you tell him the chances of you two fucking are as low as him winning a race - so what happens when he wins?
lando norris x fem!sainz reader
tw: smut + not proof read (as usual)
masterlist - playlist
“I think this is going to be my day,” Lando tells your brother, Carlos, with a confident tone in his voice. “Maybe I’ll actually win today.”
You can’t help yourself and let out a soft laugh. “As if,” you mutter softly. You don’t expect anyone to pay attention to you, let alone hear your comment, but while looking at Lando you’re quick to realize that he did hear you. He is sending you an annoyed glare, while Carlos tries to tell you without words that you should shut up. Bit too late for that now.
“Don’t believe me babygirl?” Lando asks you. The earlier confidence in his voice has disappeared and made place for a sarcastic tone, one Lando only uses with you. “Nope,” you say, making sure that you’re popping the p.
“I’m not doing this again,” Carlos sighs while looking at his little sister and one of his best friends. Lando and you both know what he’s talking about, but neither of you is backing away. Lando is even getting closer towards you. “I’ll see you later,” Carlos continues, “hopefully after the two of you finally fixed the fucking sexual tension between you two.”
It’s not a secret that Lando and you don’t like each other. You don’t know how it happened, where you were once almost as close with him as Carlos, things changed between you two. Friendly conversations changed into sarcastic, mean remarks meant to hurt to other one. Meeting up when Carlos couldn’t join changed into only seeing each other when Carlos dragged the both of you in the same place. Always texting with each other, sending memes towards each other eventually changed into ignoring each other on every social platform.
Whatever happened to cause the change between Lando and you, has never been clear to you. Sometimes you blame yourself for taking a bit more distance when Lando got his first girlfriend, but eventually it was Lando who really changed his attitude towards you. Sometimes you miss how it was before, or better said every time you see Lando you miss how it was before. Even if you were fighting your feelings for him, it was better then acting like you hate him. Of course you don’t hate Lando, how could you - especially after crushing on him for the longest time.
Your phone vibrates in your hand, you look at the text that’s coming in. It’s from Carlos. When you’re done toying with Lando, I’m at Ferrari. Saved you a seat. You should go to him now, that would be the smart thing to do. But Lando is still standing closely in front of you. Carlos believes that something else is going on between Lando and you, something that’s according to him caused by romantic feelings, but according to you that’s bullshit. Your crush on Lando doesn’t exist anymore, right?
“Funny to see the girl who believed in you the most turn into one of your biggest haters,” Lando mutters annoyed. He truly feels betrayed by the way you’re talking about him and the upcoming race. He means his earlier words. Sometimes he wonders how things would be between you two if he did some things different. A lot changed when he was dating his ex girlfriend, changes he can’t undo but he wants to fix them. If you’ll let him.
“Not a hater,” you reply, “just a realist.”
“Just watch me babygirl,” Lando says, “I’ll show you.”
“No thanks.”
“And after the podium I’ll find you and show you what else I can do,” Lando continues. He almost sounds dangerous. It causes you to feel flustered. What is he talking about?
“The chances of you’re winning the race are as low as the chances of us going to fuck,” you tell him as if it’s a fact, while in reality you’re not so sure about yourself.
“Seems like a good celebration, I’ll find you after the race,” Lando says, he has found his confidence back.
“You’re crazy,” you sigh, “I’m not listening to this any longer.”
“See you after the race babygirl,” Lando says when you walk away from him.
“You won’t.”
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Fuck. Did this actually happen? You don’t know whether to laugh or to cry when you’re looking at Lando who’s screaming from happiness while getting out of his car. How did he actually win todays race? What does this mean? What is going to happen now? Is Lando expecting that you’ll have sex with him now? Fuck.
You see the way your brother is hugging with Lando, how happy he is for his friend. It makes you think about how you felt before. Every time Lando stood on the podium you’d beam with pride, you love(d) seeing him on the podium. It was you who always told Lando that he would be standing on the top step soon and that you’d be there to celebrate with him. How things changed.
While looking at Lando who’s still celebrating with his team, you think back about the day things really went wrong between Lando and you. It has been months before it all crashed down, months filled up with weird tension and uncomfortable moments. Which all started when Lando got a girlfriend. You can’t blame him for that, you still don’t, but you just didn’t like her. Maybe it was because of your crush on Lando, maybe it was because his girlfriend sensed something and made sure that Lando and you couldn’t spend any time together anymore.
“You don’t get it Lando,” you tell him, “I never get to see you anymore, you’re always busy and don’t make time for me anymore. What changed? Are you bored of me? Am I not fun enough to be your friend anymore?”
“No, that’s not it,” Lando quickly says, “I just don’t have the time anymore.”
“You seem to have time for everyone expect for me,” you bitterly state, “I’m not stupid, I see how you’re traveling all around the world to meet up with every friend you have.”
“It’s different,” Lando defends himself.
“Just tell me what I did wrong,” you sigh, “since you’re in a relationship everything changed between us.”
Lando knew at that moment that he should tell you the truth. How he only agreed to his relationship so he could forget about his feelings for you, but he doesn’t dare to say so. And now he’s in a relationship with a weird influencer who seems to hate you and who doesn’t ‘allow’ him to see you anymore. He really should break up with her, but what will happen then?
“It’s just that she doesn’t like you,” Lando eventually tells you, “and as her boyfriend I need to chose her side, I guess?”
“So that’s it? Your girlfriend, from two months, doesn’t like me so you just decided to stop spending time with me, your friend from multiple years?” You ask confused. This time you don’t wait for Lando to continue. “That’s just, fuck, I don’t know what to say to that. Good to know my worth,” you continue sadly.
After his confession which still wasn’t the whole story, Lando didn’t know what to say anymore. He watched how you left, but didn’t follow you to make things right. Maybe it’s for the better for now. There’s nothing he can do for now. He has a girlfriend, he needs to forget about his feelings for you and move on.
Two hours later he broke up with his girlfriend, but then he was already blocked by you.
After Lando celebrated with his team, almost all the other drivers and everyone else who congratulated him, you’re waiting for him to get on the podium. You feel weird while watching Lando on the podium. There’s a part of you who’s incredibly proud of him, a part that wants nothing more then to run over to Lando and hug him and tell him how proud you are of him. The other side of you is only thinking about what will happen next.
When Lando is standing on the podium, you can’t stop thinking about how hot he looks. When Carlos finds his place next to you and watches Lando with you, he notices the way you keep looking at his best friend. “I really wouldn’t be mad if there would happen something between Lando and you,” Carlos tells you for the millionth time. “You’re crazy,” you reply annoyed.
What Carlos and you both don’t notice is the way Lando is looking for you from the podium. When you look up again, you lock eyes with Lando. He sends you a wink. Fuck.
After the podium you walk away together with Carlos, you want nothing more then get back to the hotel and sleep. This day was confusing and long, you can’t wait for it to end. Lando notices you walking away, without thinking about it he walks away from the press and starts to get towards you. He hurries and almost runs towards you. When he finally reaches you, he grabs your arm.
“What the fuck,” you mutter when you feel someone grabbing your arm. Surprised you stop walking and look behind you. You don’t even know if you are surprised or not when you notice that it’s Lando.
“You’re coming with me,” Lando tells you with a stern voice. Carlos looks confused at the two of you. You can only sigh. What are you going to say to this? You really don’t know. Slowly you nod at Lando, confusing your brother only more. Lando is quick to say a goodbye to Carlos and starts to walk off with you.
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Lando dropped you in his drivers room. He still has media duties, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t leave in the mean time. While giving interviews and talking with everyone, his mind is focused on you. He can only hope that you’re still waiting for him.
In the mean time you keep thinking about what to do. You’re stressed out because of everything that’s happening. What will happen when Lando comes back from his interviews? Are the two of you going to talk things out and finally make it right? Or are you going to fight? Or is Lando actually for real and does he wants to fuck you?
Eventually the stress makes you crazy. You decide to call your brother. Who knows for how long Lando is busy, you really need to talk with someone about this and who’s better then one of Lando his best friends? You know that your brother knows about your earlier feelings for Lando, so you can only hope that he will help you now. What if your feelings return? Or better said, what if you finally realize that they have never left?
“Carlos you really need to help me,” you start to speak when Carlos picks up.
“No, no, you need to tell me what’s going on between Lando and you! He left an interview to pick you up and now he’s doing interviews again? Where are you?” Carlos reacts.
“I’m in his drivers room,” you confess, “but I don’t know what will happen between us.” After that you explain to your brother what happened earlier today when he left Lando and you alone. Carlos chuckles when you tell him about Lando his bold replies.
“What do you want to happen?” Carlos asks you eventually.
“I don’t know,” you say honestly.
“You do know,” Carlos replies, “you’re just not honest to yourself. But we both know that you’re still in love with Lando.”
Before you can react to those words, Lando is entering his drivers room. You can only pray that he didn’t hear anything from what Carlos just said. “Lando’s here,” you tell Carlos on the phone, “I’ll talk to you later.” Before hanging up you hear Carlos say something childish in the lines of ‘doing it safe’. As if Lando wants something like that to happen you think annoyed.
“What am I doing here Lando?” You ask.
“I’m getting my reward,” Lando tells you with a small smirk on his face.
“Your reward?” You ask confused.
“The chances of you winning the race are as low as the chances of us having sex,” Lando speaks up, “Remember those words babygirl?”
“What do you want Lando?” You ask him.
“You.”
Lando his answer makes you shiver. His following movements make it only worse. Without giving it a second thought, Lando pulls you into himself. His finger is under your chin, softly lifting it up for himself. He looks you into your eyes, searching for some sort of approval before he continues with his movements. When you show him a quick nod, he’s sure about it. Lando presses his lips against yours.
Fuck, you can’t remember the last time a kiss felt so good. Now that you think of it, a kiss probably never felt this good before. It feels like everything is finally falling into it’s place. Lando pulls you as close into himself as he can manage. Your lips don’t leave his. When you feel Lando his hands on your body, a soft moan leaves your lips. Lando feels it vibrate against his own. Slowly he pulls back from you.
“Lan,” you softly whimper when he doesn’t stop looking at you.
“What is it babygirl?” He asks you. It’s the first time in a year that the nickname feels sweet instead of sarcastic.
“Do something please,” you beg.
Lando is quick to respond to your pleas. His hands find your body. Slowly he explores your curves while he presses some soft kisses on your neck, shoulders and face in the mean time. When Lando his hands are getting lower, you’re quick to lift up your skirt for him. Lando smirks when he notices it.
“What do you want me to do?” Lando asks you.
“If you can win,” you softly say, “then you also can fuck me I guess.”
This time Lando doesn’t hide his excitement anymore. He shows you an enthusiastic grin and moves away from you. Before you can complain, he’s already sitting in front of you. He takes off your skirt and starts to trace figures onto your still clothed cunt. He feels how your string is already damp.
“You guess?” Lando asks you.
“Don’t tease,” you tell him, “just fuck me already.”
Lando removes your string from your body. He moves his head closely to your cunt and presses a soft kiss against your clit. He’s in conflict with himself, he wants to take his time with you and show you exactly what he has to offer but he also just wants to fuck you right now until the both of you are lost for words.
“Lan,” you whimper.
“Can’t I take my time with you babygirl?” Lando asks you teasingly. In the mean time he pulls down his race suit and boxers.
“Next time,” you reply.
It makes Lando’s heart miss a beat. You’re thinking about a next time? His smile gets bigger again. He pulls you closer to him and aligns his dick with your entrance. You grab his hair in the mean time and try to get Lando closer towards yourself so you can kiss him again. When Lando lets his dick enter your body, it causes you to let out a loud moan.
“Fuck,” Lando groans, “waited fucking four years to feel this.”
You barely hear him. Lando his words surprise you. Four years ago the two of you just met. At that time Carlos just got Lando as his new teammate. What does Lando mean with this. Before you can make things more clear for yourself, Lando continues to speak.
“Always wanted to fuck you,” Lando grunts, “Always thought about fucking you.”
Does this mean what you think it means?
“What about..” You start to ask. “Don’t say her name,” Lando is quick to interrupt you. How does he already know that you’re talking about his ex? “Only got with her so I could forget you,” he confesses.
“Fuck,” you moan, you don’t know but after Lando his sudden confession the sex feels even ten times better then before. “Always wanted you to fuck me as well,” you confess.
That makes Lando slow down.
“Waited four years for you,” you continue to confess.
This time Lando stops moving inside of you.
“Are you serious babygirl?” Lando asks confused.
“Yes,” you softly tell Lando, “I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.”
Lando grins, “That’s good,” he says, “Really good.” He picks up his earlier pace and continues to fuck you. When the both of you reached your high, Lando carefully pulls back. He pulls you onto himself. Holding you as close towards himself as he can.
“Four years right?” You ask Lando.
“Four years,” he replies with a nod.
The both of you let out a soft laugh. Suddenly nobody cares about what happened between you two in the last year. Sure, you will talk about it some time. But not now. Lando presses a kiss against your cheek.
“Did you really think I couldn’t get a win today?” Lando suddenly asks you.
“Lan,” you softly say, “I always believed you could get a win everywhere.”
“That’s a girlfriend thing to say,” Lando jokes, “Are you my girlfriend now?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“There’s nothing more I want to,” Lando confesses.
“Then I guess I’m your girlfriend,” you laugh. Lando kisses you again.
“Let’s grab dinner with your brother,” Lando suggests, “and after that I want you in my hotel room so I can take my time with you.”
“Deal.”
y/n: want to get dinner with me and my boyfriend?
y/n: he’s a race winner ;)
carlos: finally
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x y/n#lando norris fanfiction#lando norris imagine#ln4#formula one#f1#lando norris smut#lando norris imagines
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST
* assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary
even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.
trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.
i love you. it's ruining my life.
does it feel all right to not know me?
i am who i am 'cause you trained me.
quick. tell me something awful.
i loved you the way that you were.
we were just kids, babe.
i can fix him.
you and i go from one kiss to getting married.
you said i'm the love of your life.
way up there, i actually love it.
i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
do you hate me?
did you think i had it in me?
what if i told you i'm back?
i still miss the smoke.
i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.
you look like stevie nicks.
it's hell on earth to be heavenly.
i still can't believe it.
this happens once every few lifetimes.
didn't you hear? they called it all off.
it's happening again.
my friends say it isn't right to be scared.
i might just die.
fuck you if i can't have us.
tell me about the first time you saw me.
are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?
no one's ever had me... not like you.
stay away from her.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
i don't think you've changed much.
that's where i was when i lost it all.
life was always easier on you than it was on me.
i hoped you'd return.
do you believe me now?
what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?
what are the chances you'd be downtown?
is it something i did?
oh, we must stop meeting like this.
they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.
i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.
looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.
the story isn't mine anymore.
what a charming saturday!
none of it is changing.
wild winds are death to the candle.
one bad seed kills the garden.
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
this place made me feel worthless.
i didn't want to come down.
everything had been above board.
blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.
you can mark my words that i said it first.
the professor said to write what you know.
all of this to say, i hope you're okay.
your words are still just ringing in my head.
i built a legacy which you can't undo.
who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?
the effects were temporary.
no, i'm not coming to my senses.
babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.
you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.
i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.
thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.
you're a professional.
long may you reign.
you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.
now i seem to be scared to go outside.
i don't believe in good luck.
i hate it here.
if i'd been there, i'd hate it.
only the gentle survived.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
are you still a mind reader?
let it once be me.
i haven't decided yet.
i still dream of him.
i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.
it was always the same searing pain.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.
she used to say she wished that you were dead.
tell me all your secrets.
they tried to warn you about me.
you're in terrible danger.
i'm the life you chose.
yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.
no one asks any questions here.
tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.
i'm running back home to you.
you should see your faces.
you knew the price going in.
was any of it true?
who the fuck was that guy?
i don't ever want you back.
did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?
you don't get to tell me you feel bad.
you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
am i allowed to cry?
there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.
they're going to crucify me anyway.
i know i'm just repeating myself.
that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.
#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#ttpd#rp memes#rp meme#mcflymemes#rp prompt#roleplay memes#roleplay prompt#rp starters#ask meme#ask memes#roleplay meme#roleplay inbox prompts#rp inbox meme#inbox prompt#inbox meme#sentence starter prompt#sentence starter#sentence starters#oopsie
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TMNT Rapael/Reader- "Held Space"
A/N: this took me absolute ages and is unedited because i got lazy. shoutout to my now ex-gf for dumping me which gave me the inspiration to finally finish this fic
Pairing: Best-friend!Raphael (i imagined this as 2003, but frankly could be any of them)/reader
Content Warnings: cheating, insults, toxic bf, best-friend raph
Word Count: 2.1k
She stood on the subway, arm reaching up to hold onto the handgrip as she quickly switched her gaze between her phone and her surroundings. There were too many people around, and so little space, but she did her best to shuffle around to keep some semblance of a personal bubble. She was lucky that she didn’t have too many stops between her work and home, and though it felt like much longer to her, within fifteen minutes of hopping onto the train, she was stepping off, eyes flicking down to her phone when it chimed. Unlocking her phone, it opened up to her text thread with one of her best friends, the contact name, raphie, followed by a ninja emoji, a turtle emoji, and a red scarf emoji. She had promised to text him once she had got off work and was heading home. Most of the thread had been meaningless rambles, a few memes, and lots of complaints about the horrors of customer service from her, and even more complaints about Leo from him. It was the newest additions to the thread that captured her attention.
You: I mean, at least my bf’s on cooking duty tonight. I don’t think that I could handle having to cook after today lmao
raphie: yeah, so long as you trust him to not fill it chock full of nuts and not know where your epi-pen is again.
You: yeah that sucked
You: But that was one time! And I feel like it can he easy to forget someone’s allergies if it wasn’t all that important before. And he’s been better lately!
raphie: better as in actually good? Or better as in just not ghosting you for weeks at a time even though you live in the same apartment??
She sighed as she looked down at her phone. Raph had insanely high standard for anyone that was close to the people he cared about, and she was sure that it was just his protective side showing a bit. She figured that if Raph just knew him a bit better, that he wouldn’t be so harsh on him. She thought that it was just because Raph didn’t know him like she did, and that, really, Sam hadn’t been all that bad recently. Things seemed to be looking up. There was a brief time that he wasn’t being so loving, but in the past month, he had really turned around, he was amicable and affectionate, and kept up his side of the chore chart, he was really putting in an effort. And Raph, she thought, just didn’t know what he was talking about. She pondered all of this as she walked the few blocks from the train station to her apartment. With every step, her exhaustion grew, until the reached her door. She struggled with her keys for a moment, before finally getting them into the lock and turning the handle, letting the door swing open. She took a step into the apartment, shutting the door behind her, and dropping her purse down on the floor beside her. It was when the purse did not land flatly as it normally would that she looked down, and found that another purse had gotten in the way of a successful landing. Confusion wrote itself across her face, as her eyes then trailed around the room, finding several feminine items that most certainly did not belong to her. She experienced a strange sense of extreme clarity and clear-headedness that was always so unexpected in moments of great pain and betrayal. She let her gaze travel all over the room a few more times, as she then noticed the sounds emanating from her bedroom. She pulled out her phone and opened her most recent text thread.
You: raph
raphie: ?
You: I need you to come to my apartment now.
She slid her phone back into her pocket, not waiting for a response, and quietly opened the door again.
“Baby! I’m home! I thought you were gonna start on dinner?” She called out as she slammed the door shut. The noises from the bedroom ceased, and she imagined the panic on the lovers’ faces. She waited a moment by the door, and heard a voice yell from the bedroom.
“You have a girlfriend?” A feminine voice spoke. His voice was muffled through the door, though she could tell that the girl with him cut him off. “You fucking asshole!” She heard the two of them moving about in the bedroom, and moved to the kitchen, opening up a cupboard and grabbing a wine glass. The bedroom door slammed open, and a flustered woman stormed out and up to her. “I am so sorry! He told me that he was single, I had no idea, I swear.” She looked at the woman, and despite her anger, couldn’t logically stay mad when she knew that they had both been wronged.
“Not your fault that he’s a lying piece of shit.”
“No kidding.” The woman replied. They both stood there, somewhat awkwardly for a moment before the woman apologized again and left. She was given only aa moment of peace before her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend came stumbling out of the bedroom, evidently only just having finished putting on pants. He was paid no heed, as she reached for a corkscrew in the far back of a cupboard.
“Baby, I can explain!” The words flew out of his mouth, and he took a large inhale, as if preparing to ramble. She cut him off before his lungs had filled.
“There’s no need. You shouldn’t waste the little time that you have to gather your essentials.” She spoke, her voice calm and even.
“What?” He asked, incredulous.
“You can come back for the rest of your things Saturday at 3pm, as for now, just fill a bag or two with your most immediate essentials and leave.”
“The fuck?! You can’t kick me out! This is my home too!” He stepped towards her, and she looked at the clock. She knew Raph wouldn’t ignore her text.
“Not according to the lease. Which has only my name on it.”
“Bullshit! That doesn’t mean shit. And you didn’t even gimme a chance to explain!”
“There’s clearly nothing that needs to be explained. Despite what you may think, I’m not stupid. I’m fully capable of putting two and two together.” She cut off another one of his fruitless attempts to argue. “Sam. My name is on the lease, I, alone pay for the rent and all the bills. On top of my full time job, I also do a solid ninety-percent of the cleaning and chores, and pay for all of your stupid subscriptions. As far as the law, or anyone with basic common sense is concerned, I own this apartment and everything in it. Now, round up your shit, or at the very least your wallet and car keys, while you still have time to get out of my home.”
“The fuck do you mean,’still have time?’ I’m not going anywhere. You can’t force me out of my own damn house.” She could hear the bedroom window be forced open, and the thud of two feet landing on the ground.
“You will leave, or you will be forced to leave.” She said, doing her best to not allow her emotions to show in her voice. He continued to step closer to her, still yelling.
“You really think you can force me to do anything, bitch?” She turned to face him, and looked past him, seeing Raph quickly approach. A smile beautifully matched the cold look glowing in her eyes.
“I don’t need to. You’re leaving.” She said, firmly. He lurched, but a much larger arm than his came around his neck, and applied heavy force, forcing a choked out wheeze to fall from his lips. Sam was pulled backwards into a firm body, his hands unsuccessfully clawing at the arm around his neck.
Raph spoke with a large smirk etched across his snout. “This guy botherin’ you, ma’am?” Humor dripped from every syllable. She returned his smile kindly.
“As a matter of fact, he is.”
“Well, then, lemme take care of that for ya.” Raph said, sliding his arm away from Sam’s neck, and grabbing onto his thumb, twisting so that his body would follow as Raph dragged him to the door and threw him out, leaving him crumpled on the ground, gasping for air. She walked up beside Raph, and tossed Sam’s wallet on the ground in front of him, before retreating back into her apartment once more. Raph gave the pained man a cruel smile as he spoke. “And stay out!” After slamming the door in his face, Raph turned and walked farther into the apartment, reentering the kitchen once more, where he found her finally pouring herself a glass of wine.
He stepped towards her slowly, careful to not startle her. “Hey, uh, you okay?” She stood with her back facing him still. He saw her take a large sip of her wine, looking out the kitchen window. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke, her voice losing its conviction by the syllable.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Raph.” He took another few steps until he was only inches away from her. She still kept her back to him, and so he reached out and placed a gentle hand on her upper arm, carefully turning her to face him. As soon as they were face to face, she crumpled. Her lips pulled tight in a grimace, and her eyebrows scrunching up, the skin of her nose and cheeks already flushed and rosy, and her eyes shining with unshed tears.
“Oh sweetheart.” Raph said, bringing his other hand up to her un-held arm. “What happened?” Her head lolled slightly to the side, and a heavy sigh escaped her.
“You were right, and I should have listened to you.” She said, her voice breaking at long last. “I just-“ She stuttered. “I just wanted to believe that we were happy and that everything was good, you know?” He nodded along, and rubbed gently strokes on her arms as she told him the events of the night. “I don’t understand why he would do that. I did my best to be a good girlfriend. I did everything for him. Why wasn’t I good enough?” She was rambling, just letting all of her negative and untrue thoughts come barreling right out of her mouth. Raph’s grimace grew as he was forced to listen to all her depressing self-talk.
“Stop that.” He cut her off sharply, more so than he meant to. He attempted to correct his harshness by giving her a small, reassuring smile. “He’s just a dick, you did nothin’ wrong, it wasn’t you.” She inhaled, and he continued to talk before she got a chance to argue with him. “You were perfect, and he didn’t deserve you. I know how much work you put into the relationship, and how much effort you put into planning special things for him. You were not the issue. He was just the biggest piece of shit around, and you were unfortunate enough to fall for him.”
“Raph,” She said, quietly.
“’m not done.” He continued. “He was damn fuckin lucky to be blessed with your presence, let alone to have you as a girlfriend. You got any idea how lucky any man’d be to have you, huh?” She sniffled, and he pulled her in tighter, letting her hide her face in his shoulder. “I wish I coulda convinced you to leave him sooner. You deserve way better than that garbage, you hear me?” She burrowed her face deeper into the scaly skin of his shoulder. “You hear me?” He repeated, and waited until she nodded into his shoulder before he continued. “I know that it hurts now, but believe me when I say that you don’t need him. You could do so much better than him, Sweetheart, you don’t even know.”
The only sound that came from her in response were sniffles, routinely interrupted with a hiccup as she sobbed into his skin. He held her there for several moments, not offering any more words, simply sharing the experience with her and holding space for her pain, but he couldn’t just stand there for long. Gently, he adjusted his hold and lifted her off of the ground, holding her tight to his body, and began to steadily walk into the living room, dropping the both of them down onto the couch. He continued to hold her close, as he rubbed large, slow circles on her back, allowing her to push all of her tears out, uncaring of the slight dribble of snot beginning to drop onto his skin.
“You’re gonna be okay, Hon, I’m here, I’ve gotcha.”
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SOMEBODY ELSE !
— chapter 9. jealousy.
a/n — first text is in neteyam's pov!
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You walked to the cafe to find Ao'nung, slightly nervous about what he wanted to talk about.
You looked down at your feet, slightly regretting not bringing a coat to your class. You chided yourself on not keeping yourself warm in fear you'd get sick again, and in the midst of your thoughts, a voice snapped you out of it.
"Y/n!"
Turning around to see Ao'nung, you smiled and stopped, letting him catch up to you. "Where's your coat?"
"Don't have one."
"This is why you get colds, you know." He teased, taking off his coat to give to you.
"You really don't have to—"
"Just shut up," He cut you off, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "As much as I loved blowing all my money on your tea and croissants, I'd rather not deal with a sick y/n. She was pretty hostile."
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes, your hand reaching up to lightly pinch his nose. "No sneezing today?"
"I took allergy pills." he grinned down at you, the two of you walking aimlessly around, in no rush to get to the cafe.
"So, what'd you wanna talk about?"
"Uhm, yeah," he paused, looking away from you and biting the inside of his cheek. "I really like you, y/n. You're sweet, and you're always so great to me, and I love being around you, so I was just wondering if you wanted to be like, my girlfriend. Or whatever." He mumbled the last part, you faintly hearing the words.
You'd stopped walking by now, standing in an empty alleyway. "Ao'nung, I really like you," you started, taking notice of the pink dusting his cheeks. "But I just don't think I'm ready for that."
His eyes met yours, and he nodded in an understanding matter. "Is it— is it Neteyam? Do you like him, or whatever?"
"He's my ex."
"Wow, okay, big detail you left out there," he joked, and you rolled your eyes at his ability to still joke at a time like this. "When did you guys break up?"
"Like, two months ago," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. "I like you Ao'nung, seriously. And you're a great guy, but I'm sorry, the last thing I wanna do is get into a relationship when I'm not ready and not completely over someone."
"Hey, don't even worry about it," he smiled, his thumb rubbing over your arm comfortingly. "Neteyam's a good guy, and you're around him like all the time, I get it. Just know I'll be here, okay? As a friend or— whatever we are."
You laughed, thanking him before you guys continued on your way to the cafe, his arm still around you.
Oddly enough, Neteyam was the last thing on your mind right now, until you actually entered the cafe. He was there, sitting at the booth with his arm around Violet, both their hair wet, presumably coming back from the beach.
Ao'nung glanced over and saw them, and you two both turned away to the other side of the cafe before Neteyam could spot you, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
FUN FACTS !
— violet saw y/n and ao'nung together in the cafe and told neteyam stuff about her and ao'nungs relationship
— while violet was telling neteyam about ao'nung, ao'nung told y/n about how violet was
— lo'ak's still trying to get a date with tsireya
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AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?
(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)
I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.
I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA
The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??
That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?
So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)
Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.
To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.
Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.
Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.
The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied
A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.
Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.
I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?
In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.
This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.
(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)
This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment
I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too.
Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.
Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I’m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?
What are these acronyms?
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I was meant to send this earlier but I’m just now getting to it.
AEW stars of your choice reacting to the fem!reader having her/a wrestlermaiea moment, like winning a title or ended a rivalry.
AEW Stars React to: Your Wrestlemania Moment
Pairings: Eddie Kingston X Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Ricky Starks X Fem!Reader, Daniel Garcia X Fem! Reader, Mark Briscoe X Fem!Reader (Platonic), Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Hook X Fem!Reader, Dante Martin X Fem!Reader
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Supreme Speaks: Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting and supporting me. I apologize for being off the radar as shit as been hitting the fan in my life. I will upload more posts this week. But as always, my inbox and requests is open for everyone. P.S you are loved and greatly appreciated.
Warnings: None really....i think, gifs are not mine, I repeat: gifs are NOT mine
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Backstory
Winning the Title:
You won the Royal Rumble and had a first-class ticket to Wrestlemania
Where, also, you had the opportunity to the main event with Becky (Or Charlotte or whoever else you want)
After a feud that has been brewing for a couple of months, it all came down to this
You were gonna walk in as the challenger and walk out as the champion
And you did exactly that
All while giving the crowd and fans around the world memorable moments and five-star moves
After 15 minutes, the bell rung and all was said and done as you held the championship over your head
You celebrated with those at ringside (family, friends, fans) before blowing a kiss to the camera
But most importantly to the person who has always supported you, no matter where he is
Ending a Rivalry:
You have been in a rivalry with Liv Morgan (or someone else)
At first, you two were running the division as a tag team before being split up due to comparisons and underlying tensions
After months and months of scathing promos, vicious attacks, and iconic moments
You two were set to wrestle in a No Holds Barred match at Wrestlemania
Even though y’all weren’t the main event, ya’ll stole the show
With moments that involved blood (if you wish), ladders, kendo sticks, and breaking tables
In the end, you were the only one standing with your hand raised as the winner
You helped Liv up before hugging in the middle of the ring
Eddie Kingston
This man would be screaming “I told you so” to everyone and their mommas
Blows up your phone with spam of “You did good! I guess” “Drag her!” “Dawg you suck lol jk” “I’m proud”
You know how Eddie just randomly posts stuff? He’ll just post a pic of you at Wrestlemania followed by memes or old Japanese Wrestling
Eddie would try his best to promote your win to everyone in his line of sight
Cuts a promo and ends with “Also, congrats to Y/N! Hella proud of you skunk”
I also have a feeling that because Eddie is close with you, he would take this win for you a little more personally than how people would expect
He’s happy that you’re experiencing something that he has yet to have
Ricky Starks
MANS IS HELLA PROUD
Wishes he was there ringside, but Ricky sends his support from afar
Make three separate Instagram posts and five tweets about you, all talking about how you’re amazing (and how you’ll meet stroke daddy later)
“LOOK AT MY BABY WITH THE W”
Makes all of his friends congratulate you with posts and comments (will literally take their phones and do it for them if they don’t)
Refers to you in promos to make his opponents (especially ex-WWE) jealous
“Well, unlike you, my girlfriend was actually able to have her Mania moment”
Spoils with presents (wink wink) you as soon as you guys are reunited
Daniel Garcia
THIS MAN IS A MENACE WITH YOUR WIN
“Your win is my win right? So technically I won at Wrestlemania too?” “No.”
Makes your win his Twitter header (don’t matter if you’re together or not)
Will brag on Isiah’s vlogs and to the JAS
Will taunt people like “Did your girlfriend win at Wrestlemania? No, didn’t think so”
Like Ricky, he will post you on his Instagram and Twitter with simple or funny captions
Would genuinely be proud of you and all of your accomplishments;
And would definitely make your Wrestlemania picture/outfit his Home Screen
Mark Briscoe (My twin flame)
HOMEBOY FUNNY AS FUCK
Would definitely tell you that he saw it coming “I CALLED IT!”
Would send you some flowers that remind him of you and tells you that you did a good job
Mark will ramble on and on about your match to Penta and Fenix
Will turn a promo into being about your win
Will compare your victory to an animated movie where the hero wins all the time
“You know like that one film?” “Cars?” “No…Up! That’s what it called”
Although he hasn’t made it to WWE yet, he is extremely proud of you and will defend your victory till the very end
Jeff Hardy
THIS MAN IS BEYOND EXCITED
As a man who has had his Wrestlemania moment; he’s happy that he had yours sooner rather than later
Will recount his own Wrestlemania moments and reminisce as he looks at your bright smile
Jeff would be the one who dedicates his next gear and facepaint to your Wrestlemania gear
Gives you a spill (speech) about living up to standards and upstaging yourself on future occasions
“And if you don’t feel confident…just jump off the ladder, the floor will catch you”
I want to say that in future matches he would use your signature move or like a common move that you use
Jeff is so damn sweet and will continuously support your accomplishments
Dante Martin
This man is a cutie patootie
Darius would definitely post Dante’s reaction (involves him jumping up and down and screaming at the screen)
Would FaceTime you and just listen to you talk about the entire thing from your perspective
Would call/text you “I’m so proud of you baby”
Cites you (and this specific moment) as his inspiration for future interviews
Would have flowers delivered to you with a little note attached
Hook:
His silent celebrations speak volumes
Would definitely take you out to show how proud he is
I feel like that Hook would be the type to like a post about your victory/moment
But what would really solidify your relationship would be that he posted you on his story with a black heart
That’s also how he confirms your relationship
The wrestling world goes wild as he also wears a hoodie of your merch or posts a picture of ya’ll kissing
Like Dante would also have flowers delivered to you, idc what you say
"I love you and I'm so proud of you"
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what lead me to discovering im aromantic?
for the longest time the idea of aromanticism has been in the back of my mind. i have had partners before. ive dated men, women, gnc people.. and every long term relationship i have been in had ended in me "self sabotaging" in one way or another. id spiral down this rabbit hole of craving the intimacy of a romantic relationship then, once i have it, losing any and all feelings for the person. and i have always blamed it on my borderline personality disorder. it was always easier for me to think my mental health made it impossible for me to stay in love with someone and not the fact that its just how i am.
i have been in denial for years about this. because when you think of being aromantic you think of someone who does not want a romantic relationship in any way shape or form. and it feels very limiting. especially when i first learned of the label when I was 14 or 15. i thought it was "too much to commit to" because "what if i do find someone?". and i know that other identities exist in the aromantic spectrum. demi-romantic is probably closer in definition to what i want to feel, however aromantic describes how i actually go about my relationships.
now to more recent times. ive been off and on various dating apps ever since I turned 18. and ive matched with so many people, but i never went on dates with anyone i met. except for recently. i matched with an ex coworker from 2021. he messaged me. and we hung out that weekend and then every weekend for 4 weeks. which isnt a lot but i was obsessed with him immediately and i will admit i lovebombed him. i spent the first two weeks we talked sending him silly lovey dovey memes, i made him a playlist, and talked about him to my friends. i remember exactly when i started pulling away from him. after our last hangout we made out and also talked about what we want from a relationship, things along those lines. a week later i brought to his attention the fact that im asexual. because part of me hoped it would put him off. it was hard for me, an asexual trans man, to think a cis man could be attracted to me as a man and not just for my female body.
after weeks of giving him dry responses and eventually falling into a pretty severe depression, i started thinking more. mainly about my past relationships. i thought maybe I was t4t (which I am). but then I also thought back to my previous t4t relationships and how I felt almost the same loss of interest after a while.
which has now lead me to this. pouring out my brain to strangers on tumblr to try to figure out if I'm aromantic, and if I am, finding people who share this experience.
i hope this exploring gives me something to ease my anxiety a bit. and i hope anyone following along can see some sort of themself in my mess. so we both feel less alone in the world.
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Heartbreak
request: can you please do the rise turtles helping y/n through a rlly hard breakup? Like the kind of breakup that happens out of nowhere after everything seemed to be going fine? But also (bc im a criminal) can you make the turtles be in love w y/n, they just don’t wanna make them feel worse so they pine for the affection?
a/n: here we gooo <3 @b00tyshakerr9000 these are for you my dear friend
warning: angst, cursing, fluff, comfort endings, slight alcohol consumption
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Raph
Raph had been having a great time with you, the two of you lazing around together showing each other music the two of you were interested in at the moment. Or silly memes/tiktoks. He loved days like this where nothing was on the agenda, and yet the two of you could still have a great time together.
You had been showing him a music video on your phone when it was suddenly replaced with the call screen, Raph saw briefly who the caller was, a bunch of hearts added onto the end of the name. “Oh! Let me take this real quick,” you said a smile forming on your face. As long as you were happy, Raph was happy, he couldn’t help the grin taking hold of his own face at your cute reaction.
“Heyy~” you answered not bothering to get up or leave the room because you were comfortable with Raph. “What’s wrong?” You said tone going serious and Raph who had been looking down at his phone trying to pretend he wasn’t listening in, glanced your way. “What do you mean..” your voice was barely a whisper now, and you stood up suddenly. “Wait, no don’t hang up, please!” And Raph was on his feet, in front of you as your arm went slowly back down to your side.
“Y/n? What happened??” He asked worriedly not liking how emotionless you looked. You looked to the sound of his voice but it was like you couldn’t seen him, you were looking straight through him. “They don’t love me anymore,” you said. And Raph scrunched up his face, “Y/n..”
“No, they just broke up with me, three years, and now nothing.” You said starting to pace. Raph wanted to hold you, but he settled for, “it’ll be okay, Y/n you don’t need them!” He hadn’t known much about your ex but you talked about them a lot. It hadn’t always been happy, he knew of the fights but you always were so sure they were the one, and that the two of you could come out stronger together.
You placed a hand over your heart, closing your eyes tightly trying to keep from crying. “Y/n I’m here for you,” Raph said pulling you to him gently, hugging you close. And you let him as you cried, not understanding where it had gone wrong. It was silent tears at first, then sobs that had shaken your shoulders. Raph held on to you tightly, “Raph what if I’m just unloveable?” You cried into the fabric of his grey hoodie. Raph tilted your head up slowly, “Y/n that’s impossible,” he looked down at you with teary eyes and a small smile.
“You’re my best friend, and I’ll always care about you,” Raph said hands going around your center and pulling you close again. He had almost kissed your forehead. But he knew he shouldn’t, he was already walking a tight line, he didn’t want to overwhelm you right now, this wasn’t the time. But all these emotions made him want to pour out his heart to you, he could love you, he did love you. He rubbed his cheek on the top of your head. “Thank you Raph,” you said and the two of you finally pulled away. “Anytime,” he nodded and it was quiet for a moment.
“Let’s go do something,” you said as you wiped your cheeks trying to get rid of the tear stains. “Like what?” Raph asked, “I don’t know something fun!” You laughed weakly wanting to just forget about everything for a little while. “I think I know just the thing..” Raph nodded and you let him lead the way.
You’d been on a rooftop before, but being on top of Raph’s shoulders, as he jumped easily from building to building, it was a different feeling entirely. At first you had been scared, but it wore off. And soon you had one hand in the air, the other clinging onto the top of his shell. Though even if you wanted to let go completely Raph was holding onto your legs securely, he was positive he wouldn’t let you fall. You yelled out excitedly the lights from the billboards making everything more colorful.
“You always know what to do,” you said as he came to a stop. Your hands going to hold his face as you leaned forward so your face came into view of his. He smiled up at you and shrugged, “I get lucky most times,” he said sheepishly and you shook your head, “No you’re perfect,” his cheeks darkened at the compliment. “Do you think we could have a sleepover tonight?” You said going back to sitting straight up and he nodded immediately. You smiled as he turned around, “wanna stay on my shoulders?” He asked as he squeezed your ankles, “yeah I like it up here,” and the both of you laughed.
Donnie
Donnie peeled off his gloves and lifted his goggles. Oh how the time flew by when he worked on his precious inventions. He patted the metal hood of an unfinished turtle buggy. Smaller than the tank, bigger than the motorcycle. Donnie liked having options. He stretched out his arms as he left the garage, heading for his room because he didn’t have his phone.
He usually carried it with him always, but he hadn’t wanted any distractions so he left it in his room. The downside to that was he really had no idea how much time had passed unless someone came looking for him. Donnie landed on his bed face down sighing, he was tired and sleep called to him but he reached for his phone. First noticing the time, it was really late, he must’ve been working in the garage for hours!
The next thing he noticed was a missed call from you, along with a voicemail. You had called an hour ago which made Donnie immediately open up the voicemail, you weren’t this much of a night owl. Sure you stayed up and had late nights on occasions but he knew you had work in the morning. He clicked the play button and at first all he could hear was silence, “…Donnie?” your voice was soft as if you were trying to hold back emotion. “I really-“ your voice broke off and he heard you take a shaky breath, “can you come over when you get the chance?” and then the message ended.
Donnie was up and moving, he wondered if you’d still be awake, by the sound of your voice whatever had happened it was serious. He decided to send you a quick message letting you know he was on his way. But he didn’t get a response back. He mulled over waiting til tomorrow but as he listened to your message again he was out in the sewers and climbing the ladder to the surface before he could overthink it.
“You came?” You said in slight disbelief as you opened the door to find Donatello on the other side, in a purple hoodie and black track pants. “You called,” he smiled at you but it faded as he saw tears spring in your eyes and you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was shocked to say the least but held you close, “Y/n, do you wanna talk about it?”
His heart was pounding, as you slowly let him go and opened the door wider for him to enter. He waited for you to close the door, you were sniffing and trying to maintain some composure but now that you had someone here it was like every wall you had built up came crashing down. “They broke up with me,” you said leaning your back against the door. Donnie’s eyes widened, “what happened??” He asked concerned as he watched your eyes water again, you shook your head.
“I don’t know, they didn’t give an explanation. Just ‘I’m done’ and I haven’t heard from them since.” you muttered bitterly. And it hurt Donnie to see you this way, he wanted to fix it, make everything better. But he didn’t know how, “I’m sorry Y/n.. but they didn’t deserve you anyways.” He said reaching for your hand to pull you out of the memories that were flashing before your mind. You blinked and looked down at his hand holding yours, “thanks Dee, I just can’t help but feel.. I don’t even know, confused? wronged? betrayed?” You squeezed his hand as you continued,
“I thought we were in love, i thought they loved me just as much-“ you sighed not having the strength to continue on. You had been stuck with these thoughts in your head. Dragging you down into a depression so deep that you had called Donnie, your best friend, in your time of need. He squeezed your hand back, offering comfort with touch rather than words because he truly didn’t know what to say.
He didn’t want to make things worse either. Like he could say, “I love you, just as much, if not more than anyone could ever love another person.” But he didn’t. He didn’t want to throw his emotions in to an already emotional situation. “Can you stay the night?” You spoke quietly, not looking up at him but clinging to his hand like it was a lifeline. “Of course Y/n, I’ll always be here when you need me,”
That night Donnie sat with you on your couch as the two of talked about anything and everything. Movies playing in the background that both of you would pay attention to when there was a moment of silence. You fell asleep first, head leaning onto his shoulder, and he gently leaned his on top of yours. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured to you knowing it was true. You were one of the strongest people he knew, and with that thought he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with you.
Leo
“They said WHAT?” Leo spit out his drink turning to face you, standing rod straight. “That it was all a mistake,” you slurred, waving your hand around wildly. “That we don’t work anymore and that I should move on,” your head slumped down to the table and you continued to whimper to yourself about love not being real.
Leo had portaled in about 30 minutes ago. You had been drinking and texting him about how upset you were. But every time he had asked why, you wouldn’t answer and just texted something random. He knew something was up and took matters into his own hands. Portaling in and seeing the cans he immediately cut you off (and helped himself to the can you had already opened… what?! it’d be a waste to chunk it!)
You hadn’t made a fuss and after some convincing Leo had you spilling what you were drinking over. “Damn,” Leo muttered and you turned your head to the side, blowing out a breath to move a strand of hair. “Yeah,” you agreed. “Fuck ‘em!” Leo said and thumped the can to the counter before chugging the rest of the drink. Crushing the empty can in his hand before throwing it in the trash. “You can’t drink and portal Lee,” you said narrowing your eyes.
“Exactly, sleepover at your place!” He said with jazz hands as he shot you a wink. “Perfect, just what I need the night I’m dumped,” you said sarcastically. And Leo flopped down on the seat next to yours. “You wound me, I know you want me to stay and cheer ya up,” he said it jokingly but it was the truth. Your face went still, “yeah,” you said before turning your head back to the table.
You felt his finger poke your cheek, and you groaned, but he kept poking until you finally turned, “what?” You said not surprised that he was now copying you, head on the table, turned to look at you. “Y/n, you’re better off without them.” He said seriously, “and if you need someone to lean on, lean on me,”
He kept going, “and I promise you that I’ll always look out for you,” at the last part you noticed a dark green blush underneath his bandana. You smiled softly, “thanks Leo,” he smiled at you too, then stuck out his tongue, “got anymore of them cans?” and you scoffed. “No and even if I did, you’re not getting anymore, bad enough you had half of one!” You groaned wondering how long you had til Raph would come to find out and bite your head off.
“I’ll protect you,” Leo said out of nowhere. “From anybody, Big Raphie included,” and you shook your head, “Raph would most definitely kick your blue butt,” and Leo gasped. Looking at you with disbelief, “I’m the-“
You finished off his sentence, already knowing what he was gonna say, “greatest ninja ever,” you teased and he smirked, “that’s more like it,” Leo said and you couldn’t help but laugh. The rest of the night had been a blur, Leo mainly doing a great job of distracting you, and acting a bit more tipsy than he really was. Prank calling his brothers, mainly Mikey. And playing intense matches of board games or cards. “Let’s call it a night,” you yawned and the cards flew wildly out of his hands as he tried to shuffle for the tenth time. “You sure?” He said giving up on the cards completely.
“Yeah I just wanna sleep it all off,” you sighed and leaned back in your chair. Leo copied you again, keeping his eyes on you, “want me to head out?” and you shook your head, “sleepover remember?” and you got up to go get your pillows and blankets. He watched as the dragged on your floor, your arms full and overflowing, “Allow me,” he chuckled and portaled it all to the couch easily. “Handy,” you smiled and both of you were on the couch, under the covers in no time. “You can watch a movie if you want, I’ll probably pass out in a couple of minutes,” you said as you got comfy. Stretching out your feet and Leo placed them on his lap so you could do so fully.
“Goodnight Y/n” Leo said as he watched your eyes flutter close soon after, you mumbled back your reply too tired to stay up any longer. He sighed, “and good riddance to the ex,” he whispered, looking up at the ceiling above him and wondering about a lot. Mostly his feelings for you. He knew he liked you a lot, but what he felt now was all-consuming. He hated how you tried so hard to act like you weren’t hurting. You were a lot like him in that regard. Trying to put a front and stay strong. But he’d be there for you, like he promised, and his eyes closed.
Mikey
It had been over text and Mikey had been holding your phone. He hadn’t meant to click it, but it was like second nature, if he saw a notification he just clicked it, not thinking much of it as he handed over the phone, teasing you at who it was. “It’s themmm~”
You shoved Mikey after snatching your phone back. Looking happy and expectant at the message. But as your eyebrows furrowed and he watched as you eyes read on, he started to get anxious. “Y/n?” He said worriedly as you kept quiet and kept rereading.
“Hm?” You said absentmindedly, and Mikey tried again, “Everything okay?” his pointer fingers coming together tapping quietly. “No,” you breathed out heavily. “Are they okay?” Mikey chewed on his lower lip and you finally looked up from your phone. “Yeah,” you said, closing it and then completely shocking Mikey as you threw your phone down to the ground, it hit an orange rug with a loud thud.
“What’s going on??” Mikey said grabbing for your hands but doing so too late, you were out of his bed and going for the door. He ran after you, “Y/n please,” Mikey said not liking the lack of communication between the two of you. Not understanding what was happening at all just that something was definitely wrong. “I can’t Mikey,” you shook your head, “not here, I wanna go home,” you said and tears fell down.
You touched your cheek in shock, not having felt like crying but feeling rage. And yet you were crying, that realization only had more tears spilling out and Mikey was there pulling you to him and down both of you went as your legs gave out. “I- they- it’s over! We’re done and I’m alone again!” you said in disbelief.
You had put everything you were in that relationship, never had you thought of it ending this way, so out of the blue. “Shhh” Mikey said softly, petting your hair as he tried to calm you. “Don’t worry, I’m here, you’re not alone Y/n,” he said to you, trying to be calm. He too was angry, he’d never seen you like that before, so completely devastated. He wanted to fix it, to hurt the one who had done this to you!
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold back from gritting his teeth or locking his jaw. You calmed down and so did he. Your hands rubbing his shell and he rubbed your back. “I think I’ll be going through the seven stages,” you tried to joke, already having felt multiple emotions like disbelief, rage, sadness. You wanted acceptance to come along already.
“Well I’ll be there for all seven, and every stage after that!” Mikey promised breathing out a deep breath and pulling back slightly, to smile at you. “Thanks Mikey,” you smiled back at him and he wished he could tell you more than that. He wondered how you would react to his feelings, he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to ruin things. It was fine the way it was now. Especially with what you were going through. “Promise?” You teased knowing he’d immediately agree, “Yes!” He said confirming your thoughts. His heart was yours, whether you knew it or not.
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TINASHE - "NASTY"
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The TikTok career-heating inferno strikes another match...
[6.46]
Alfred Soto: "Is someone gonna match my nasty?" she wonders. The listener might wonder whether this midtempo R&B track with a trap beat does more than tease.
[6]
Rachel Saywitz: Nasty Girls (nasty), rise up, our time is now! As the hot summer months sweat into our skin, now is the time to turn your ho-ing into overdrive. Now is the time to be a "Nasty Girl (nasty)," everywhich-way-when-where-how. You might be thinking: "but Rachel, I'm not a 'Nasty Girl (nasty)!' I don't grind on guys in the California desert dressed in raunchy Fast & Furious garb! I don't grab my crotch and then roll into a bridge pose!" My friends, listen to me. The nastiness of us has always existed deep within. It can be sex, sure, but nasty's birthplace is not sexual in nature. It is our soul's most primal desire—the desire to fuck. shit. up. Nasty is buying a pizza made for two people and eating it by yourself because this nastiness can only hold one worldly being. Nasty is reaching out to that friend you haven't talked to since college, then deleting all the photos you have of your college ex in your phone. Nasty is the carriage scene in the third season of Bridgerton where two characters hook up to an orchestral version of Pitbull's "Give Me Everything," and you watch it and realize: "Oh my god, listening to Pitbull is going to make me horny from this point onward," and you just kind of sit with that for a few months. Nasty is a white boy dancing soca with so much rizz that he lands a collab with Marc Jacobs and turn a Tinashe song into what might be a genuine hit, 10 years after "2 On." Nasty is your freak, unmatchable and entirely unique. One quick note on what Nasty is not—the reeking smell of your two-week old takeout leftovers. You should really throw those out.
[9]
Julian Axelrod: How did it take this long for Tinashe to score a TikTok hit? She's been producing bite-sized morsels of freaky pop perfection since the Obama administration, so if it takes a nerdy white guy wining to recreate the magic of "2 On," that says more about us than her. "Nasty" doesn't reinvent the wheel because Tinashe's been honing that wheel for the past decade. She knows what lines to loop, she knows which beats will bang, and she has an endless arsenal of tawdry Tinashe-isms just brazen enough to make you blush. The success of "Nasty" is a testament to her unwavering commitment to horny excellence. Tinashe is the Malcolm Gladwell of matching freak.
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Ian Mathers: Match your freak? In this economy?
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Jonathan Bradley: Making a hot meme is nearly as good as making a hot song, but "Nasty" is too low-key to really be called a comeback. What is here is charming enough — robot voice, melodic kick sequencing, some nice vocal technique on the pre-chorus — but each idea comes back too soon, wearing out its welcome like a tired prompt tweet.
[5]
Katherine St. Asaph: I have little to say that wasn't said better by Steacy Easton, about "Freak" by Estelle and Kardinal Offishall: "In two weeks I am going to a library at the Leather Archives in Chicago, and watching a video described as: 'unknown individual that calls himself Cowboy appears to be a master at whipping. Videos show various men tied to trees being whipped while having their genitals played with. Videos are home made and from his personal collection, they are copies of the originals according to a note found in the donation box.' This is my new standard of freakdom. Estelle does not measure up." Tinashe does not measure up either, not by monotonously matching the freak ante of a saucy Tinder ad on the subway. Basically, it's just moving kind of slow.
[3]
Tim de Reuse: Something deeply funny to me about repeating the word "nasty" over totally clean, dry, unadorned sine waves: a dial tone in minor key, stark, inhuman, like the smell of a hospital. It's the opposite of sound design. Does that sound like I don't like it? I mean, on a purely sensory level, I don't, but it's a deliberate choice that's impossible to ignore. It's a lens that focuses everything down to that single repeated hook and the crunchy, over-articulated way she pronounces it. I let the whole track rattle through my skull three times on the bus yesterday and felt like I was being put under hypnosis. Your freak has my respect, Tinashe, if not my heart.
[6]
Wayne Weizhen Zhang: The type of runaway, mind-zapping hit that has even the straight white boys in my classes humming along unconsciously.
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Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Is it a good song or just a good collection of bits — the "match my freak" bit that everyone is doing, yes, but also the hook itself, the soaring, horny grandeur of the pre-chorus, the way Tinashe says she might just let this guy pay her lease? How much does that matter? In terms of shiny objects, this is stronger than anything she's done since "Superlove," but a song made just out of hooks can get a little tedious. She's independent now, but this is still factory pop: a delivery device for an attempted hit that lacks the connective tissue that her best misses have.
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Nortey Dowuona: Tinashe went a whole decade constantly failing to launch then suddenly slipped out of the iron grip of RCA and started dropping classics. But a lifer like Tinashe wasn't meant to stay away from the industry that's had her since she was part of the Stunners (which also included the excellent Hayley Kiyoko), so she signed to Ricky Reed's Nice Life imprint, released the bouncy, light BB/Ang3l, and went back on tour like any industry pro would. Now, we have "Nasty," a light bubbly fizz drink of a song co-produced by Ricky Reed and the fantastic Zach Sekoff (architect of "Crabs in a Bucket," "Homage," and "Party People" off Vince Staples's Big Fish Theory, as well as sharing in the spoils on "Freeman" from Dark Times). "Nasty" feels so comfortably settled and relaxed that you foolishly feel like volunteering to match her freak -- until the beat switches into a rippling bass wave over the drums that presses you until you crumple. Guess it wasn't you. NEXT!
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Taylor Alatorre: As good an illustration of the Duality of Tinashe as you'll find anywhere, almost as if it was constructed by her and Ricky Reed for that exact purpose. She sounds downright proud of herself in the chorus for pulling off such a clean bait-and-switch, with the "nasty girl" mantra a mere wind-up for the kind of angelic R&B slinkiness that she rightly feels should be her trademark. The problem with nastiness-as-pretext is that it threatens to make the parts of the song that aren't the chorus seem more vestigial than usual, but this is a problem that singers with half of Tinashe's talent would love to have. And it's not like there aren't steps taken to mitigate this issue: the pre-echo of the chorus gently hand-holding us into the confession booth, where Tinashe plays with her enunciation in weird enough ways to keep us invested until the portal to 2002 opens up.
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Dave Moore: I'm happy to see Tinashe reach official meme status, but "match my freak" is also the highlight here and it happens in the first 20 seconds, which makes me wonder how much of the single's success is the opening bit insinuating its way into popular consciousness. The song stalls out afterward.
[6]
Michael Hong: "Nasty" is a solid distillation of Tinashe: confident and playful, with a hook that's immediately memorable and a pre-chorus melody that's just skillful but not showy. Doesn't stop the fact that she's released at least a couple dozen tracks in the past decade that are more interesting.
[6]
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Alright lets talk about THAT scene
Honestly I'm still processing all of it and I don't even know if this is even gonna be coherent or more like
This is long. LETS GO
So it's still very much up in the air as to whether that was really Hiyori or not because of the whole illusion thing that Father has going on in this domain but I'm going to assume this is actually her. It just seems kinda weird for Adachitoka to pull that and then go 'Haha SIKE! Jk!' in the next update. Like, if you're gonna pull a scene like that- you gotta commit to the bit ya know?
So let's assume it's all real. Cord snapped. Kapow. She's dead. Now what? God I wish I fucking knew because Adachitoka LOVE to throw curve balls at us so no matter what we predict it'll probably be wrong 🙃
But I think this might have something to do with it.
Kofuku was the one to originally tie the plaques together (uh oh) but then Ookunushi was the one to place them back and bless them with happiness. So you've got a disaster god dooming them but a god of fortune blessing them. Those poor plaques are so confused lol. But either way, Yato and Hiyori are bonded for life and that's an already pretty strong bond they've got. They're two idiots in love and call it silly and cliché but perhaps it's that bond that will save them.
Hiyori is a special case. She's a half-Ayakashi with ties to both the Near Shore and the Far-Shore and we have no idea what happens to someone like that when they die. Do they lose their memories? Will she forget Yato, Yukine, and everyone else from the Far Shore? Will she forget her name? Again, a tricky one but since she treads the lines between the two worlds and her soulmate is a god, maybe not. It could be possible that she retains all those Far Shore memories and forgets a lot of the Near. She remembers her name but can't recall her parents or friends faces.
(That then brings up the huge elephant in the room of what other shinki will think of that and then start to ponder their own deaths leading to the GGS (the likes of Daikoku, Bishamon and Ebisu's shinki etc) but let's just put that to one side for a minute. I can only have one panic at a time)
I think one thing is for certain at this point though. Noragami won't exactly have a happy ending. Either Hiyori somehow lives and Yato is forced to cut her ties and she forgets everything or she dies and permanently joins the Far Shore, leaving her life, ambitions, friends and family behind. And yeah, neither of those are good. But it looks like they're the only options. Now shoot me for this but I seem to lean towards the latter. I really hate endings where someone forgets the entire journey they just went on and it ends up in a sort of 'it was all a dream' ending. They just make me angry lol. Person has this amazing story and adventure and it ends with a literal I forgor meme? Lame. It's more impactful if both parties suffer 😈 (Why I always get more emotional watching the S2 finale of Doctor Who than the S4 finale. I hate that Donna had to forget everything to save her. But that's a completely different kettle of fish).
I went on a tangent there oops. ANYWAY. If we go down the route that Hiyori is dead then it seems like only two things can happen; she'll become a shinki or she'll be deified. She can't be dead dead I refuse to believe that 😤 Not only because she's my favourite character but I really can't see Adachitoka killing her off for good.
Now call me a hopeless romantic (and my Yatori brain going ding ding ding) but the immediate answer that came to mind when I saw this passage at the end of the chapter is love. Perhaps it'll be Hiyori's love for Yato (and Yukine of course) that will be the Deus ex machina that will ensure that she can come back and that she comes back with her memories in tact, maybe even bypassing the GGS. With that, she may be the secret weapon to destroying Father (did Ebisu and Take even destroy the shrine? Honestly can't remember). Whether that means Yato will name her and the three of them will completely whoop his ass or something else entirely, but I think that post-death Hiyori will be the final piece needed to end Trash Dad and the crisis on earth.
Horrific as it is, It would be fitting for her character to make that sacrifice. She's always been brave and selfless and if she knew that in order to save everyone she loves on earth and the rest of the population by fighting by Yato's side, even if that meant that she had to die, she'd do it.
Yes this isn't the perfect ending but there is no perfect ending. Hiyori has been doomed ever since she jumped in front of that bus.
#noragami#noragami spoilers#fucking hell that was longer than I expected#TLDR some power of love bullshit (affectionate) might save Hiyori in death and enable her to join forces with Yato to save the day#idk man my head still hurts and I don't know how everything is gonna be resolved in a satisfying way#I just really don't want it to end with her losing all her memories and this is the only other way it could go#anyway- *downs a bottle of vodka*
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» ━━ SABRINA CARPENTER ‘ EMAILS I CAN’T SEND ’ SENTENCE MEMES.
lyrics pulled from sabrina carpenter’s album ‘ emails i can’t send. ’ please amend pronouns where necessary. nsfw content present.
EMAILS I CAN’T SEND.
“ it’s times like these i wish i had a time machine. ”
“ were you really sleeping ? ”
“ were you lying to me and the family ? ”
“ there’s no us in us when i’m lacking trust. ”
“ you want to discuss ? ”
“ you disgust me. ”
“ don’t make me cuss you out. ”
“ why did you let me down ? ”
“ don’t say sorry now. ”
“ thanks to you, i can’t love right. ”
“ i get nice guys and villainise them. ”
“ i read their texts like they’re having sex right now. ”
“ i’m scared i’ll find out that it’s true. ”
“ i blame you for every worst i assume. ”
“ don’t think i’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did. ”
“ god i love you, but you’re such a dipshit. ”
“ you were all i looked up to, now i can’t even look at you. ”
VICIOUS.
" it was dressed up in heated emotion. ”
“ i tried to look for the best in the worst. ”
“ fuck me, that caused a commotion. ”
“ you’re lucky i’m a private person. ”
“ i’ve quietly carried your burden. ”
“ everyone thinks you’re an angel but shit, i would probably use different wording. ”
“ you’re so vicious. ”
“ love me and then pretend you didn’t. ”
“ crush my heart and wreck my image. ”
“ why you gotta be so vicious ? ”
“ you just run to whoever is winning. ��
“ you said it was me and you for life and now you’re kinda acting like i died. ”
“ you don’t feel remorse. you don’t feel the effects. ”
“ you don’t think you hurt me if you wish me the best. ”
“ i should have known all along i was only the next one to take your love songs as a promise. ”
“ i loved you, but i wish i didn’t. ”
READ YOUR MIND.
“ i can’t read your mind. ”
“ you say that you need to be alone, but night and day you want me at your beck and call. ”
“ you say you know that you might be crossing a line.. ”
“ to think we could ever be casual. ”
“ you’re not my friend. ”
“ why the fuss ? if you say you wanna be mine ? ”
“ tell me, what’s going to happen when it’s you and me in a room but you know you can’t have it ? ”
“ did i get the message in the way you intended ? ”
“ tell me that you need me in your life. ”
BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY.
“ you showed up with a boombox. ”
“ who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless ? ”
“ we bonded over black eyed peas and complicated exes. ”
“ it was all so innocent. ”
“ now i’m a homewrecker, i’m a slut. ”
“ i’ve got death threats filling up semitrucks. ”
“ tell me who i am. ”
“ guess i don’t have a choice. ”
“ i’m the hot topic on your tongue. ”
“ i’m a rebound getting around stealing from the young. ”
“ everything’s derailing. ”
“ i was only trying to hold you close. ”
“ you said i’m too late to be your first love but i’ll always be your favourite. ”
“ and all of this for what ? ”
“ when everything went down, we’d already broken up ! ”
ALREADY OVER.
“ we’ve been talking for hours about how we shouldn’t talk for hours on end. ”
“ we’d probably be better off as friends. ”
“ same time here next weekend ? ”
“ say we won’t do this again. ”
“ how am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure ? ”
“ how am i supposed to leave you now ? ”
“ selfishly, i don’t want to give you time to be on someone else’s lips. ”
“ after the aftermath, i know you’ll be coming back. ”
HOW MANY THINGS.
“ there’s no hiding from the thought of us. ”
“ i got ways to find you anywhere. ”
“ i consider you, i’m not trying to. ”
“ it doesn’t matter whether or not i want to, i can’t help it. ”
“ it’s a habit. ”
“ your corner in my mind is well established. ”
“ i wonder how many things you think about before you get to me. ”
“ i feel myself falling further down your priorities. ”
“ i still make excuses for you constantly. ”
“ remember when you left once ? that never made too much sense to me. ”
“ it hurt you so bad hurting me. ”
“ you really came to me for sympathy. ”
“ am i not even a second thought ? ”
BET U WANNA.
“ you told me i’m your only. ”
“ it’s all unfolding babe. ”
“ didn’t think about it when you let me down. ”
“ hurts to see me out of your reach. ”
“ bet you want to love me now. ”
“ that’s right, feel the way it feels when you don’t have control. ”
“ is it feeding all your fears ? ”
“ i bet you hate the way that you said goodbye, and you can’t even tell me why. ”
“ i hate the way that you left me dry. ”
“ i’ll keep that between you and i. ”
NONSENSE.
“ i might change your contact to ‘don’t leave me alone’. ”
“ you said you like my eyes and you like to make them roll. ”
“ treat me like a queen. ”
“ now you’ve got me thrown. ”
“ i can’t help myself when you get close to me. ”
“ i don’t want no one else. ”
“ here’s a lil song i wrote, it’s about you and me. ”
“ i’ll be honest, looking at you got me thinking nonsense. ”
“ when you’ve got your arms around me, it feels so good. ”
“ i can’t find my chill, i must have lost it. ”
FAST TIMES.
“ sky looks so purple i can taste it. ”
“ what the fuck is patience ? ”
“ give me a second to forget i ever really meant it. ”
“ my feelings used to be serrated. ”
“ you speak in such a perfect cadence. ”
BAD FOR BUSINESS.
“ he’s good for my heart, but he’s bad for business. ”
“ he tears me apart when he grants my wishes. ”
“ all my friends think i’ve gone crazy. ”
“ we look good in photographs. ”
“ i like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes. ”
“ i’ve never been so glad to be so tired. ”
“ i’m mad for you. ”
“ it’s sad but it’s true. ”
“ if i’m just writing happy songs, will anybody sing along ? ”
“ you had to go and break into my head. ”
“ i would try to fight these feelings but i can’t find a single reason. ”
“ i’d make all the same mistakes again. ”
“ he’s good, it’s bad. the best i’ve ever had. ”
“ i know that everyone sees that he’ll be the death of me. ”
DECODE.
“ you’re good at the falling, not the staying there. ”
“ you’re good at the giving too much and then getting scared. ”
“ you’re good at impersonating someone who cares. ”
“ you had me for a minute there. ”
“ now i wonder why i let your confusion keep me up at night. ”
“ i reread every single undertone and i overanalyse it. ”
“ where else can we go ? ”
“ there’s nothing left here to decode. i’m done looking for signs. ”
“ there’s a weight off my shoulders now that i don’t chase you. ”
“ did that emasculate you ? ”
“ learning from you that i can walk away too. ”
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I should be studying, showering, sleeping, doing literally anything else but instead, I am going to do a long post about a mentally ill blorbo because I am mentally ill myself.
SO! We all make fun of Spencer let me take my vest off and lower my gun for no reason Reid, it's a meme at this point- but that....tendency is a consequence of what I find the most fascinating about his character as a whole....his relationships- or more like, the relationships he makes up in his head.
Before I go into details I want to leave something very clear that anyone that has seen even one season of the funny cop show has noticed: Spencer is highly obsessive.
Now I am not talking about his fun little facts or that he likes star streak and doctor who obsession- those are hyperfixations, and even tho MY hyperfixation it's ruining my life, his are actually harmless and overall make him happy.
His obsessive nature had almost cost him his career, if not his life, multiple times.
If you stop to think about it in depth, why does Reid abandon all common sense when it comes to certain UnSubs, certain cases? well the most evident answer is that he projects whatever trauma of the week they decide to explore onto them- and yes, that is the nick of things. He pulled that stunt on Elephant's memory because he related to Owen's harassment story, he wanted to help Nathan because he understood being afraid of your own mind turning against you, he wanted to help Adam because he couldn't save Tobias. You get the drill- but....that is not always the case.
With the guy that Lindsey's dad murdered- Spencer didn't relate to him, he was just a piece of shit. How about Samantha? (I know there is a theory about William....doing shit to Reid when he was younger and while I can see it, for the sake of argument I will take her case into consideration) The father of the victim on "Identity"? I can name another example but this one I am going to save for last since it's the reason for me making this post-
And one can argue "Well, he is just a really nice guy" and while that is true- what I named before doesn't always apply, Spencer's compassion has a very clear, marked limit.
His relationships.
When Cyrus was killed in front of him by Morgan, Reid barely blinked- hell, he fucking SASSED him. Why? because he hurt Emily.
All sympathy he could have had for Cat before she ruined his life DESPITE kind of empathizing with her story based on what HE was going through went out of the window because she and her lil gang terrorized Penelope for months.
He felt compassion for Adam, but not for his father who he claimed was the true monster of this story in the aftermath.
When Maeve told her her ex was dead, he quickly brushed that aside to ask her if SHE was alright.
And ofc, we all know what happened in prison after his friend there was murdered.
Reid is often associated with UnSubs not only because of how his backstory aligned with their motivations (mental health issues, bullying, absent parent, losing a loved one) but because most of these crimes are passional responses- and Spencer can be extremely passional, to a point where it clouds his judgment.
Now...you might be thinking "ok that is all nice and good, but where does the obsession come into play? all that I know is that he is a cinnamon roll that loves his friends and has some really deep projection issues he really needs to work on" and you are not wrong, but what made me make this fucking thesis in the first place its something else....one of my favorite things to analyze about fictional characters in this kind of setting it's "the needs of one vs the greater good" thing.
Now let's be fr, we all as human beings will always, ALWAYS prioritize those close to us over literal strangers. Even among the best, most empathic people that is just how it is, that emotional hierarchy will always be there- what differentiates us is how much it affects our actions.
Now with a job like this, there will always be this conflict among the menbers- obviously, their families and even each other will always be a priority, but on working hours their focus HAS to be on doing their job, following the rules and just being as professional as humanly possible- even tho it sometimes kills them inside since it just doesn't feels right.
Reid actually doesn't face this debate that much- because all common sense, respect for authority and protocol goes out of the fucking window whenever he obsesses over a new blorbo lmao.
Had you heard the phrase "One death is a tragedy, a hundred is a statistic"? nothing rings more true that with Dr. Reid right here. He is able to keep his cool while touching mangled corpses and discussing all the shit that happened to them- occasionally looking horrified if it's messed up enough, but other than that he is able to keep the same level of professionalism and compartmentalization as his co-workers.
Annnnnnd then he gets to know a victim, a witness, or an unsub and the vest leaves his torso, his gun folds itself and his IQ lowers. Alot.
Let's get back to the example I put of the guy that was murdered by Lindsey's dad- in that moment he wasn't a murderer to Reid, in that moment all he saw was a teenager begging for his life and HE could be the only to save him- he couldn't. He obsessed over that instead of what the guy did and that lead him to desire to insert Diluid inside of him after 10 months of sobriety, not to mention being A BIG factor in what he does on Elephant's Memory.
"I thought I could save this one" was his response when Hotch scolded him.
Spencer literally can't forget shit. So he tries to make sure that when he knows someone, even if is on a dying moment like the mentioned UnSub, he can save them. He forms some kind of bond with someone and they stop being an face and a name adhered to his board that he is determined to save/get justice for because is his literal job and he is overall a good person. In his mind, it becomes his responsibility whenever that person it's saved, and when that crosses over obsessive territory and his job, that makes it mandatory to always put the need of the many vs the one (especially if it's an unsub) well....
It's when he spiral and puts his career/the case in jeopardy at best, and his life at worst, no to mention what that shit does to his already questionable mental health.
In the second ep of the tenth season, Reid confesses to Morgan that after killing the LDSK, it suddenly hit him and he obsessed over all the "what ifs", at that moment that guy wasn't the LDSK that almost got him, his boss and a hospital full of mortal hostages in danger- he was the man that Spencer Reid killed- and it only ended when he stopped obsessed over HIM and started to put his victim's faces on his wall, forcing his focus on them instead.
He was more focused on the father of the victim on "identity" than the actual unsub himself because years before he had stopped him from seeing his daughter, and had made enough of an impact to be remembered by him in the present. Thanks to that bond, that little relationship, Spencer was able to put himself between a highly emotional distraught father's gun and the man he wanted to kill, to protect him.
He didn't get to personally know Samantha until the end- but he got to meet the scumbag that raped her. Add that to the already soft spot he has for children and you have a very angry Reid ready to do literally anything to make sure this woman that didn't even knew him was safe.
And ironically enough, what prompt me to do this thesis wasn't even one of those nice touchy feeling moments Spencer had with someone he bonded over- either personally or on a parasocial level- but one where he was wrong, but was about to risk a whole case over it. Rock Creek Park.
In that episode, Spencer and this other girl are keeping watch over this mafia thing so this politician guy's wife cane come back (as you can see I pay attention to certain scenes more that others lmao) and you can see the exact moment where the mission....stops being Spencer's priority.
After hearing this girl's conversation with her mother, she stopped being "the maid" and became someone Spencer's "knows" and so this leads to....this
....why did I bother with that text block when this scene spills it out- Anyways.
I dunno why but Rossi's reaction always sends me to the stratosphere- he knows.
Anyways, turns out that the helpless maid was actually on it all along and Reid almost throws the entire case off over nothing- *slows clap*
Ok ok, this might seem like I am slandering my boy but as fun as it is to make fun of him, this is exactly why I love him. This recklessness as a result of tunnel vision it's....concerning considering his line of work, and his eagerness to go far and beyond for someone he barely knows just because he knows them, above everything else and he is there, and can't bare the thought of not doing anything for them., to have their death's imprinted on his memory.
In conclusion- he ain't lawful good/neutral like the first few episodes want to make you think, he is chaotic good. And a mess. And I love him.
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So I don't know if this is a question you could help with but I didn't know who else to ask. Basically, there's this girl that I really like. She's in my grade and I'm really good friends with her. She's lesbian which is freaking awesome because well, I'm a girl. We've said 'I love you' a couple times but I'm pretty sure she means it to be entirely platonic. I don't tho. Like I really mean it when I say it. She's also said she's not interested in dating anyone right now so I don't think she even sees me as a possible crush. But...she's amazing. And kind and smart and funny. She's super observant and notices the tiny details in everything. She's in some of the same fandoms that I'm in so we get to talk about that often. We send each other pins and memes from our fandom and just random stuff to make the other laugh. I know she'll always have my back no matter what and she knows I'll always have hers. The thing is, even if she liked me back (and that's a big if) and was ok with us dating, my family is super homophobic and would never allow it. It just doesn't seem fair to her. I really want to tell her before the end of the school year tho. I know that there's no way that I'd be able to wait till after summer break. So I need help. How do I tell a super amazing, absolutely out of my league, girl that I like her? I need help really badly.
*rolls up sleeves* well i can say you have come to the entirely wrong person but i will try to help so firstly start like doing small things that people in couples tend to do for eachother but could be interpreted as platonic now i have no examples because i'm aroace and i don't give a shit about romance okay so next you're going to see what her reactions are to these little things and if she's fine with them you're going to start doing bigger gestures i.e giving her flowers or something and holding hands like stuff like that so someone who doesn't know you would assume that you two are dating but if she's comfortable with it than you should tell her that you really like her and if you're like me and have anxiety than you can find a secure place away from your family and write out each thing and her reaction and if she says that she likes you back than you can start dating but be careful if you're in public or at your house also if her parents aren't homophobic than you can tell them but say that your parents aren't accepting. oh yeah and if all goes well and she says yes send me another ask saying how it went
boom
also for your bit of information on the matchmaking office the boss we had before Councillor Alina became the boss was the ex-councillor Fitan Pyren and no one checked so legally until Alina became the boss Fitan was our boss which was fucking wild
oh yeah also while Fitan didn't technically pay me he would occasionally throw a luster or two at me and ask me to go get better coffee than the stuff we have at the office and let me keep the change
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Talk about your favorite ship! | Favorite character to rp?
mun meme // accepting
This turned into a massive ramble oops...
Favourite ship (i'm letting myself do 3 RP ones from across my blogs)!
Lisanna x Sting with @aitheros. It lives in my head and heart rent free, I’m so soft for them. We have had so many good and precious interactions with them and plotted much more too! They are such a lovely pair and bring out the best in each other, I adore their softness and the way they can relax around each other so beautifully and understand each other. They’ve both been through a lot, and the plot we’ve done for them has added to that and I’m forever excited about the things we can do within the plot and outside of it too. They’re also AU gold honestly. And I can’t even think about Lisanna without Sting coming to mind now. I can’t express how much I adore them, and Mandy is an incredible writer (im forever in awe of the description and imagery and use of metaphors, absolutely stunning every time, not to mention the dialogue and everything else too) so I’m always feeling super lucky to get to write with her! Her Sting is just CHEFS KISS (its also his bday today and I remember this bc I love him so much, he is the sunshine in my life). So yes 10/10 I adore them.
Rogue x Mary with @killrate. We started writing these babes together way back in like 2016, so it has been A Long Journey and it’s been so good. Beautiful example of awkward friends to secret lovers. With Mary being an ex-cultist and criminal and all, and Rogue being a famous mage, we get this Delicious plot of them keeping their relationship secret. The Yearning and Drama and all that goodness. And we also have an angsty breakup era planned which is gonna kill me but I also love it. In their happy era, they are so beautiful, so cute and adoring and flirty and fun but deep too and the feelings are so real and get me every time. He just adores her so much and is the absolute softness for her. I’m weak, send help. Plus as well as being one of the coolest people ever, Fae has such wonderful writing, its always so fun, so well done and full of personality, and a delight to read!!!
Gray x Evergreen with @lucentaire. At first glance, one might think Huh that’s a weird pair, but the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. They have a lot in common in terms of hobbies/interests, the way they think and even act sometimes, and a lot more. I love these two (and Jana’s specific portrayal) for the way they have this beautiful…idk exactly, like understanding or acceptance of each other, that’s growing with each interaction. They’re really starting to Get each other and it brings a certain peace and its lovely. I love seeing them begin to open up to each other, and I love the hints of feelings creeping in, and I love the teasing that happens from time to time between them as well as from their friends, its just all So Good. When I think about them, I just get this really warm sense of peace and I love it. I also have to say Jana is an amazing writer, her words always flow so well, and she has this gift of sneaking in little references to other characters/muses or little anecdotes from a muse’s past or family that just really Add a little something and make her muses feel so real and rounded. An absolute inspiration every time. And anytime i'm writing anything about Evergreen in general, I have to actively stop myself from writing 'Rena' instead, she's just so deep in my brain.
Favourite character to RP!
I have so many muses and have written so many more in the past, so it’s tricky to pin down a favourite! They all have their differences, and my fave can change based on mood as well. That being said, the first one that came to mind was Lisia (Pokemon)! She was my most active (basically Only) muse for about 8 or 9 months (which is sadly impressive for me) back in 2018. I’m not sure if its nostalgia that I’m holding onto, but I had a lot of fun with her. The RPC was fun and active and I had some really cool things going (and then things went Bad). I put in a Lot of work with Lisia, writing heeeaps of hcs and so she’s a muse that I really adore. She’s just a gorgeous gal with a gorgeous heart. I haven’t been able to get her going again since then but I’ve been thinking about her lately and might give her blog a clean up. I say that every so often tho and never do it, plus I can never manage to get her active again. But anyway, outside of her, I think I would say Lisanna is one of my faves to write! Coincidentally (or not), Lisanna and Lisia are very similar personalities. I enjoy their bubbly, cute personalities, and the way they can become teasing menaces when they want to be, particularly when they get close to someone. They also have this great potential for depth and deep and meaningful convos and angst. They’ve been through a lot and are still So Kind and I think I just find that sort of character comforting. On the complete other hand, I also really get a kick out of writing Macbeth, and my other old fave that’s just come to mind is an og muse of mine, Siegrain, which again, was once upon a time a Most Active muse of mine that I somehow can never get going again. But I did love that sassy blue haired bastard...
I suppose I could have said which muse on This blog is a fave to rp, but i haven't really gotten things going for each muse yet so we'll have to wait and see!
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aita for not telling someone i dont want to be their friend?
in my freshman year of high school, i became part of this friend group with like 12 other people. we had a very active groupchat, always sat together at lunch, etc. this girl, lets call her “J,” would sit with us, but she wasn’t part of the group. she knew two of the people in the friend group from middle school*, so we eventually added her to the gc. over the next couple months, everything was pretty alright. however, myself and a few others in the group slowly started talking to her less and less. there’s nothing wrong with her, it’s just one of those cases of “sometimes in real life there will be people you dont like that much for no reason.” the only real issue was that she’s very self-deprecating, and doesn’t make very many original comments/jokes outside of being self deprecating or complaining about her dad. (ex. one of my friends got the role he wanted for a play, and instead of congratulating him J went on to give a rant about how much she thinks she sucks at theater because she’s never gotten a lead role.) fast forward to now, we’re all sophomores. i never talked to her that much in the first place, but i feel kinda bad that now pretty much None of us talk to her. people don’t respond to her in the gc anymore because all she really does is make us feel bad for her or quote unfunny memes**. i dont think any of us Dislike her, but we dont really like her that much either. nobody has said anything to her because we know she’ll take it super personally. i genuinely want her to make friends who will like her, but she cant do that because shes trying to be part of our group instead. i feel really guilty, like we’re leading her on by not saying anything, but i also dont feel like i should be the one to tell her since i only talked to her for about a month. its really tough because nobody wants to admit that we’d rather she leave us alone, so nobody does anything. i think shes somewhat aware of how we feel, but hasnt left the gc or found different people to sit with at lunch. i really dont know what to do and i feel guilty. am i the asshole for not doing anything?
*she was only acquainted with the people from middle school, they werent close
**kind of related, my friends make fun of me a lot in a joking way (which im totally ok with bc i know them), but J tries to include herself in these jokes by making fun of me too (which makes me uncomfortable, i barely know her). its just kinda weird cos its like. shes not calling me stinky bc she’s joking with me shes doing it bc she wants the approval of the people in the group. its really impersonal
What are these acronyms?
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