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tinycozycomfort · 8 months

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moon, a hole of light

pairing: qz!joel miller x f!reader

day one of @pascalisbaby and i's joeltober: dacryphilia -> read her day one here

summary: It makes you feel like a toy, like some misused stuffed animal with loose seams and fur that’s been rubbed to the weft. Your use brings him comfort, his comfort brings you hurt.

warnings/tags: dacryphilia, unprotected piv, substance abuse (joel), age gap (joel is 46 [~10 yrs post outbreak]), reader is not), yearning, dom/sub dynamics, smidge of underwear play, pet names (honey, sweetheart, etc), joel is mean

word count: 2.4k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: i'm trying so hard to shorten things so forgive me as i navigate this learning curve.

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A lot of life is weeping.

In joy. In sorrow. In fury so poignant it makes you wilt. Your body furls in the collapse—u-shaped shoulders that guard your insides, the lock of hard elbows into thigh.

It stings to feel so little, so vulnerable—to let anyone see how ugly emotion’s face can be—yet you let it happen, knowing that this is the only thing that separates you from the rest of them; they’ve spilled out all they had, hollow in the center after nearly a decade of ‘justified action’.

So you cry, and you sob, and you don’t care for their uncomfortable shifting and curled lips. Tess gives her best in the way of comfort, not letting a scoff slip as much when she can help it. Tommy will at least leave the room.

But Joel—Joel will watch. Joel will encourage.

He’s taken the liberty of cycling himself through every shape your hurt takes, the tears pouring over for all of his near-misses and his inability to care for you how he’s meant to. You see the way he grins to find that you cry when you’re happy to see him the same way you do when he insists he should leave.

Part of you thinks he likes it—pushing you to react and then having something to show for it. You think he especially likes when it causes you pain. You cry longer in those moments, working though fits of frustration while he kneels at your feet and watches your face sprout tears like light rain.

He pets you through it—even when he’d been the one to kick you down in the first place—to tell you you were good for sticking around, for being brave enough to have faith in him.

He enjoys having something to come back to, and wounding you is no obstacle in the pursuit of feeling needed.

It makes you feel like a toy, like some mis-used stuffed animal with loose seams and fur that’s been rubbed to the weft. Your use brings him comfort, his comfort brings you hurt.

You know he’s gearing up for another slip-away with the swift shift to kindness; Friday night he caresses you, soothes the ache of something not yet felt, to ease his exit. All pretty words and the affection he so desperately wants to hide, whispered promises of how much better he can be, how he can give you everything you deserve.

Come Saturday morning, you’re discarded.

He’s gone again on another outing, one he persuaded Tommy into joining—if the silence is any indication—even though he needs nothing; that in itself makes you even more sure it has everything to do with wanting. The burn, the desire, is something you see so clearly in the glaze he gets on later nights, the crinkle of soft plastic that trickles out through the open bathroom door. He swears it’s nothing—even to Tess, when she’s around—that he’s not on anything. He throws any excuse he can muster; it’s the wounds and the healing and the aging that make him stumble even in the lit apartment.

Everyone knows what’s actually going on, why the trips outside the QZ are becoming more frequent. It doesn’t get lost on you all the times Tommy complains of Joel disappearing to meet more than one mysterious, unarranged contact who asked for privacy—who wanted Joel alone.

Whatever it is he’s buying keeps him numb, so Tommy lets it slide, and Tess is apathetic towards Joel for reasons you aren’t too willing to know about. You’ve only tagged along so recently, so maybe they pity you, or they feel better about throwing Joel onto someone else—to ruin another thing if only to feel better about having been ruined.

You cry through the weekend in long streams, worried for him, until the hot tears pool and curl the cotton of your t-shirt—forever wet. You stay laid out on the bumpy sofa cushions for hours before your back feels just as knotted and you have to relocate to the bed, only rising again to shower and half-eat and sulk, until you’re too weak to keep track of the seconds.

When he swings in on Monday night, boots knocking as he raises them up on the rack by the door, you’re at the tail-end of another bout, cheeks damp and chest catching where it’s pinned by your shirt against the bed.

Joel walks into the room like he’s done nothing wrong. He walks in alone.

“Where’s Tommy?” you ask, but he ignores you.

Instead, he comes to you with tattered hands, fresh bruises and torn skin, and tugs you up by the creases under your shoulders so you’re seated, kneeling by the bed to level himself with the picture he’s come to love.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, words slow, “What are all those tears for? Me?”

You huff out a few shaky breaths to steady yourself, “Where’s Tommy?”

He sighs, long and hard and uneven, “He left. Why the fuck does it matter?”

He peers up so you’re forced to face him and you can see it now, the film of wet that clouds his eyes, sticky lashes and deep creases of exhaustion purpling the skin where they brush.

“Why did he leave? Because you’re high? It’s too late for him to be out there.”

You already know he didn’t hear anything past the accusation, brought to a boil at the mention of another one of his failures. He gathers up the soft flesh of your cheek in his hand, the blunt curve of his nails digging in to find teeth through the skin. He grips tight to let you know of his anger—that he could easily wring the life out of you like water.

“You’re getting real brave for someone who sits and waits for me like a dog.”

Fire prickles in the tips of your fingers, stretches across the top of your chest in humiliation. You can hear the weight of his words even through his gentle slur, like he means it, twisting away as best you can to speak, “Is that really what you think this is?”

He’s laughing before you even get it all out, the corner of his lips perked up on one side, “No one forced you to, and I certainly don’t remember asking.”

You shove at him then, with force, your hands bending back enough to pinch when he doesn’t budge. He leans into you instead, a challenge.

There’s barely time to choose before he does for you, gathering up your wrists in one hand, the one around your jaw tightening.

So close now, you get a better look at him—his hair stuck to his forehead, cheeks flushed red but with paler lips. His eyes are round, pupils cartoonish and wide. He’s still so pretty, even when dulled by the sheen of his high.

He heaves onto you, shy of livid, and you start to feel like you’re suffocating under his stifling heat, billowing out from where he’s damp with sweat under his denim shirt. The pills work fast, and for longer than they should, so you can tell he’d spent the peak of his high elsewhere, but he’s on a jagged edge of almost coherent.

You slide your thighs together at the whole of him, so strong and honest and invested in you—negative or not—something you usually find him being incapable of. He sees it.

“Oh, but you do it because you like it, don’t you? Couldn’t wait ‘til I came back. Little thing just needs some attention, hm?”

“Joel, I’m serious. Are you high right now? Where’s your brother?”

Joel wedges a thigh up under the crease of your knee, uses the grip he has on your body as leverage to move you further up the bed, climbing up with you pushing himself into the cradle of your body on the way.

“Please. You don’t give a fuck about Tommy,” he snaps, releasing and depositing you so he can make work of your shorts and the buckle holding himself back, “He’s not going to bother us, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You whine as he releases himself, can’t help how you grow wet between your legs, heart throbbing in your throat. He’s not wrong, as mean as he is how he puts it—-you’d die for him if it meant he’d look at you. If you could have him to yourself.

His cock swings free as he shoves his jeans down only enough to be out of the way, not bothering to remove your thin strip of underwear once your bottoms are tugged off. He’s hard for you, another flattery that sends shivers down your spine, the feeling of arousal flashing along your whole body—fingers folding and ankle rolling. You’re excited for him, and this display of joy doesn’t please him as much.

“I didn’t say it was a good thing. You’re pathetic,” he sucks his teeth, hooking a finger in the cotton across your seam, peeling it away from where it's slicked down, knuckle dipping in the place you’re pooling, “But it’s cute. You’re still young enough to have hope.”

He strings the gusset up and away, presses his length against your cunt before replacing it, trapping himself.

“It’s okay that you love me, sweetheart. Don’t be embarrassed. Hang onto that. It might work out for you some day.”

“But not with you,” you whisper, half an offense and half an admission of awareness—he doesn’t love you, hasn’t and can’t and won’t, but you’re willing to take what you can get.

“Cry about it.”

Joel grinds his cock against the wet slip of your cunt in short, tight motions to better catch against you, soaking himself. He presses three fingers against the base of it like a vacuum, holding himself between the two of you, the scalloped edge of your underwear twisting when they roll over his skin. The hard of him on your clit makes you gasp, and his mouth hangs open in a soundless laugh.

And you are crying, sooner than you thought, barely registering it until you feel it falling into the cup of your collarbone, a steady stream that barely burns brighter than the flare in your core.

“You really should be more careful with that little heart of yours. Gonna hurt yourself.” He slides his hand further up his cock to the tip, releasing the pressure and guiding himself to your center. Joel slides himself in to the hilt, leaning down on one forearm to hold himself up.

With his unoccupied hand, he brushes the flesh of your cheek, following its path with kisses—the warning is a genuine one, followed by no punchline or remark, the first time tonight where he’s actually tried to resonate with the predicament he’s put you both in. Earnest.

The give and take of him, flowing freely between unrelenting harshness and the soft comfort of his reassurance should be nauseating, but it shines a beam of light behind your eyes when you close them, white-hot and blinding. You’re sobbing enough to wonder how you haven’t stopped; you can feel your own wetness when he rubs down your chest with his mouth, gathered up from his mapping of your face.

Joel’s knee digs into your side as he hikes you up on his hip, eliminating even the air between your bodies, sweat-soaked and glued together. He’s pushing himself into a place you’ve often found unconsidered, that spongy spot at the back that marks the beginning of your womb. The very center of you, he’s reached, and you start to move in an act of self-preservation, unsure whether you want him to continue forward or exit. You’re mumbling something about Joel, yes-too much-don’t stop-wait-please don’t stop and when he leans back he’s beaming at you, the point of his canines shining in the dim light of the room.

He looks dangerous, like the man you’ve seen hobbling and flighty and inebriated—only ever close to anger—was just the very surface. This is the man that hunted men—that sought conquest and destroyed lives. He’s done the same to you, you realize, and now your being is nestled within the palm of his hand, pliable and willing and fully at his disposal.

You keen for him, thin and high in the channel of your throat, and he pinches your face, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow it. He’s breathing hard into you, the movement of his hips growing shaky, rhythm breaking down a half-step so that you're just swaying against the bed under his weight in little jolts.

“Joel, please. I want to make you come.”

“Keep crying for me just like that and I will. Can you do that?”

You’re so close, the anticipation feeling like warm sand sliding under your fingertips. Joel wrestles a hand into the side of your hip where it’s tightly pressed to his, finding your clit with the pad of his thumb. Your babbling continues, Yes, I promise, I promise, and Joel nods, relenting.

He presses hard against the nub, and shoves himself in that much further, and you start to come undone beneath him, the waves of pleasure coursing through to the ends of your limbs.

He’s still moving above you, talking over you—good girl, good girl—removing his hand so as to not overstimulate you before bringing it up to brush his knuckles over the hinge of your jaw, so careful even as he hammers into you, “So sad, honey. Poor thing.”

You’re still caught up in your own rambling, but you tip your head yes and he picks up his pace again, chasing his own end, “Say it for me. Can’t do it unless you say.” His voice is a little warbled, and you can tell he’s crumbling.

“Please. Come inside me, Joel.”

Joel grunts, the noise catching in his mouth like a hiccup, overtaken with the pleasure of your permission. The heat of him spreading inside your body has your legs shaking and cunt pulsing in response.

You fight to catch your breath, running a hand over your face to snap back into focus.

He falls over to lay on his side, still connected to you, dragging you over with him. He hides his face in the fold of your neck, knocking his forehead into your throat.

“Really sweet of you to wait, honey,” he breathes, sliding out of you with a long drag, a thread of wet spooling out in his wake, “Now get the fuck out.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #pedro pascal characters #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller/reader #joel miller fic #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

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shockinglysubmissive · 11 months

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I need some unholy poly deku squad x reader smut🙏🙏

Midoriya x Shoto x Iid x Fem!Reader

Warning: group sex, anal sex (male receiving), oral (male receiving)

Sorry this took so long. I haven't been in the writing mood recently.

It hadn't been intentional. You and Midoriya just worked nearly identical shifts, while Shoto and Tenya worked opposite of you both. This led to many nights of just you and Midoriya enjoying intimate moments together alone. It seemed like that was how tonight was going to go, however, your more quiet partners had other plans.

Your legs were perched on the strong shoulders of your green haired lover, the lubed tip of his condom-covered dick presses against your entrance. Too lost in the sensation and anticipation, you don't see the two other men entering the room. Inch by inch, Midoriya works his way into your tight cunt.

"That's it... You've almost taken all of me." Midoriya coos. Your face heats up, and your back arches off the bed, giving you a new angle, now able to see Shoto and Iida, both looking mildly annoyed.

"It must be nice getting to feel those soft walls whenever you want, while we are working." Tenya tuts, walking over to the edge of the bed, Shoto trailing close behind him. Midoriya starts to pull out, but Iida grips his hips and pushes him back into you. "Oh no. You can keep fucking her. We have other ideas." Tenya nips at Midoriya's ear, pressing his bulge against his ass.

Your eyes flick to meet Shoto's, his heterochromatic eyes filled with lust. Without the need to use words, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He moves over to you, pulling his dick out of his pants and tapping the precum coated tip against your tongue. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head as much as you are able to with the angle your head is turned. His long fingers tangle into your hair for support, but he allows you to set the pace you want. When your head gets fuzzy from lack of air, you pull back, drool covering your chin.

Above you, Tenya wraps his arms around Midoriya's waist, his cock snuggly pressed into his ass. "Sorry, my dear, I know I've taken his attention away from you. But I promise, now he will fuck you again." Tenya slams his hips against Midoriya's pushing him deeper into you, the grip his has around his waist allows him to control the pace you are being fucked as well.

"Are you forgetting something?" Shoto asks, slender fingers gripping your chin to make you look at him again. You look down in embarrassment, mouth falling open for him again. His normal stoic composure has slipped away, and he is now fucking down your throat in slow, short strokes. His cock never pulls back more than an inch or two before sliding back in. "Breathe through your nose. I'm sure Midoriya has taught you that." He instructs, feeling your broken attempts to swallow down air around him.

Tenya sets a brutal pace of slow, deep thrusts, dragging Midoriya back until only his cock barely stays inside you before pushing back in. What little air you are able to get quickly leaves your lungs with each desperate moan. Midoriya's cock rubs against your g-spot with every push in, before kissing your cervix, and dragging against your g-spot again on its way out. The cycle has your head spinning. Pressure builds in your gut. One of your hands grabs Shoto's thigh and the other tangles in the blankets.

"See how pretty she looks when you build her up slowly? I bet you get too excited and just fuck her wildly. We've seen the disheveled mess of blankets you leave behind most nights. But that's what I'm here for. To make sure you really do this right." Tenya legs his hips slam harshly into Midoriya, in turn, pushing him deeper into you. "I bet if her mouth wasn't so full, she would be thanking us. It's been so long since we've all been together."

You attempt to nod, tear filled eyes meeting Tenya's. As your orgasm builds stronger than you have ever felt, your hips grind against Midoriya's, desperate for some much needed friction on your clit. Shoto swipes away a tear that falls from your eye.

"Just a little more." His voice is soft, and reassuring. Sure enough, only a few short thrusts later and he is spilling his seed down your throat. He holds himself there for a few seconds as he softens in your mouth before pulling out. You keep clinging to his thigh as you gasp for air, needing to cum so bad.

From the sounds of whining, you can tell Midoriya is in the same position as you are. His heavy balls feel tight as he hovers right on the brink of orgasm, Tenya's calculated assault on his prostate easily turns him into putty.

"Please Tenya..." Midoriya whines out pathetically, his voice trembling. "Please can we cum?" He begs for both of you, knowing your voice is more than likely shot. Midoriya's hands move to grip your waist, waiting for the ok.

"I think you've both earned it. Go on. Cum." Tenya grunts out, spilling his seed deep in Midoriya and riding his high while watching.

It only takes two quick thrusts for you and Midoriya to both fall into orgasmic bliss, even through the condom you can feel his huge load wanting to enter your cervix. Your body twists and you find comfort pressing against Shoto's thigh, his hand running over your hair gently. Your body felt weak, and you were lucky you had three doting boyfriends to take care of you.

#🔮.anonymous #mha #mha smut #dekusquad #dekusquad smut #midoryia #Midoriya smut #izuku midoriya smut #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki smut #tenya lida #tenya iida smut

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sailing-through-hawkins · 2 months

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"What if - ooh, what about Patricia?"

Robin rolls her eyes, picking at the grass by her ankles. She's tempted to throw some at Steve but she doesn't really wanna see the blades phase through him right now, even if he'll play up his outrage to distract her.

He's been doing that a lot lately. Trying to distract her from the fact that he's - that -

"Okay, okay, hear me out - Chrissy Cunningham."

"The cheerleader?" Robin wrinkles her nose. "Steve."

"It could happen!" Steve says defensively, sticking his tongue out when Robin gives him her most 'seriously?' face she can muster. "Don't judge a book by its cover, or whatever."

"You're literally meant to do that, that's what the cover's for!"

"Well then, why do people even say that?!"

"I don't know!"

"Is it always like this with you two?" The grouchiest voice cuts through them and Steve spins around in place, floating up even higher so he can stare down at Eddie.

Robin just snorts. "Pretty much."

"Don't be too jealous, Munson," Steve coos, turning himself upside down with a wide grin. "You'll find your soulmate at some point, probably."

"Oh wow, probably," Eddie grouses, and Robin has to bite back a laugh when Steve, still upside down, floats behind him with a silly face stretching out...the scar on his chin. "I am ever so gracious for your faith, oh Generous King."

"This guy's a riot," Steve laughs, poking a finger through Eddie's shoulder and making him jump in place. "Bobbie, can we keep him?"

She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "I'll end up being the one taking care of him if we do."

"I'm right fucking here," Eddie glares at the both of them, which is just prime material to get them snickering. "Whatever, did it work or not?"

And with that, the laughs cut off.

Robin remembers.

Steve's dead.

"Hey," The ghost of Steve floats over to her, sitting down beside her on the grass. "It's okay -"

"It didn't -" Robin chokes out, avoiding Eddie's eye, staring down at the dirt that she's plucked bare of green. "It didn't. They couldn't see."

The air is silent.

"Probably for the best," comes a sigh and Robin feels rage boil through her blood.

"What the hell?" She glares up at Eddie, who holds his hand up in surrender.

"Look, I know you're both desperate to get your little 'Party' up to speed but like...I mean, just look at him." Eddie waves to all of Steve's ghost, who looks more and more affronted with every word Eddie says. "Do you really think it's a good idea for actual children who watched him die to see him again in the exact same get-up? With the same wounds?"

Robin pauses but Steve just glares harder. "Oh sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to go shopping at Ghosts-R-Us and pick a whole new outfit! What, you think I want to be stuck in this uniform? In the shorts?"

Eddie's face goes red and Robin distantly thinks 'serves you right' as the echo of "watched him die" cycles through her brain. "Well I - I don't know, you're a fucking ghost, you should have ghostly powers or something!"

"Have you ever met a ghost before?!"

"Have you?"

"Stop," Robin chokes out and she immediately gets the chills as Steve waves a hand through her shoulder. "Just stop."

She can't feel him, because he's gone. He's gone. He's gone -

"I'm right here, Rob," Steve's voice murmurs to her and she sobs. "I'm always with you, promise."

"I'm so sorry," she cries, burying her face in her hands and curling up, grief pulling down at her heart. "I'm so sorry, Steve -"

"Shh, it's okay, birdie," he says and she almost feels the warmth he should have. "It's not your fault, it's okay."

"I thought - I just - if we tell everyone, maybe they'll know what - how to - I'm sorry -"

"Wasn't your fault, Bucks," Eddie says gruffly, sitting down next to her roughly. "Just what happens sometimes. That kinda shit...'s out of our control."

She sniffles, burying her hand deeper into her own skin, hoping it'll suffocate the tears out of her, or maybe make her pass out so she doesn't have to think about all of it for a bit, or scratch away the endless void of pain inside her chest -

"Birdie, hey, look at me."

She doesn't.

"Robin."

She can't.

"Please?"

With another choked out sob, she looks up to see Steve Harrington, smiling at her like he never left. Like she didn't leave him.

"No matter what happened, or what happens," he says softly, nearly see-through fingers trying to brush her hair out of her face. Maybe she should get bangs. "I'm always with you, Robs. Not even until death do us part. Platonic soulmates for the rest of time."

She wails and shoves her face into his shoulder, not even caring if she passes through him. A hand pats her back, probably Eddie's, and she sobs louder because why did he get to see Steve? Why did she force him to know? Why couldn't they just be happy?

"Woah, how the hell -"

Robin blinks.

She's sobbing into Steve's shoulder. He's patting her back.

She quickly moves back and stares, Steve's own surprised face staring back, no bruises or scars or Scoops uniform in sight.

"What -"

And in a snap, his face turns back to battered and the warm red sweater he was wearing just a second ago turns back into the bright blue sailor shirt. His hair loses its fluff and goes back to that sad, wiry, bloodied mop.

He changed.

"So you do have ghost powers!" Eddie says triumphantly, as Steve sputters.

"I guess?!" He looks down at his hands, reaching out to touch Robin's fingers, but all she feels is the cold. "How did - why did it stop?"

With one last sniffle, she cups the air around his fingers and looks up at the both of them, her Steve and their spontaneously adopted Eddie (in retrospect, maybe they are weirdo magnets? Better think about that later). She says, with as much determination as she can muster, "This isn't over. We're getting you back."

#didn't actually anticipate writing more for this but people were so nice about the one shot i posted!#so here's another as a treat!#i do plan on writing another part eventually though it's not a priority atm #and i can't guarantee it'll all be resolved by the end #stobin #steddie #writing #ficlet #au content: ghosts #sailor✧writes #the dinguses (affectionate)

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eternitysoup · 4 months

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Okay, I'm lying in bed, and I can't ignore it anymore. I need to shower. It's been over a week, and I can't keep putting it off. I know I've been feeling tired lately, and that's been affecting my motivation to do anything, even something as simple as taking a shower. But I can't let my feelings dictate my actions. It's not about how I feel; it's about what needs to be done.

I made a promise to myself today that I'll shower between 3 and 4 pm. That's when it's the warmest, and the water heater in this apartment isn't the best. I need to stick to that plan. I can't afford to skip another day of showering. If I do, it'll probably just lead to another day of staying in bed like I did yesterday, and I don't want that.

I know it's hard right now, and I'm lacking motivation, but I have to push through. Taking a shower will make me feel better, even if I can't see it yet. It'll be refreshing and rejuvenating. It might even give me a boost of energy. I need to remind myself of that.

The water temperature might not be ideal, but if I stick to my schedule, showering during the warmest time of the day is a smart move. I've planned ahead, and that's something to be proud of. I need to hold onto that thought.

I can't keep skipping out on my basic needs. Another day without showering is only going to make me feel worse. I have to break this cycle. I need to get up, get in that shower, and take care of myself. It's not just about physical cleanliness; it's about my mental well-being too.

I know it won't be easy to overcome this lack of motivation, but I need to focus on the positive outcomes. I'll feel accomplished and refreshed afterward. Even if it seems like a small task, it's an important part of self-care. I can do this. I just need to take it one step at a time.

I know I've been struggling, and it's okay to have ups and downs. I'll give myself some grace. But I won't let that be an excuse to neglect myself. I deserve to take care of myself, and taking a shower is a crucial part of that. It's time to get up, push through, and do what needs to be done.

#healthcare #health and wellness #mental health #health & fitness #hygiene #showering #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #depressing shit #sorry for being depressing

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epickiya722 · 2 months

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"He's gonna die in the next chapter. Don't get your hopes up."

I forgot how pessimistic some people are and it seems pessimism is all some of you do know. I get if the plot is tiring or whatever because it's just a "repeating cycle" but uh...

I was not aware that changes couldn't happen. Why no one told me? Why no one told me that a writer was incapable of switching it up just to possibly surprise the audience? How dare you not tell me.

I feel like Akutami is tired of the fandom and in a "Alright, fuck it" mood. (That's a joke.) Might just switch it up on us for all we know next chapter or after. Just saying, just saying.

"It feels dragged out". Probably on purpose???

I don't remember when Akutami said the manga is planned to end, but I'm sure the plot is going the way it's going to reach the end time. Also, come on... it's Sukuna... man's been a problem since day one. I don't think we ever got an answer to how he even "died" and for all we know he just let it happen after being promised to be reincarnated.

All Akutami is doing writing Sukuna is living up to that moniker of "King of Curses". Like... if a character is known to be a calamity to humanity, shouldn't they be written to be as such?

Not saying you don't have to like it, but the way I see more and more people be "this sucks" more than optimistic about something that's good that may have caught your attention.

Honestly, at this point, if the manga (just anything really) bothers you, why stick around? To torture yourself? Just drop it and go entertain yourself with something else.

"It's okay to criticize!" Yes, but I feel like a lot of you are quick to pull that out your ass just to be... an ass. It's your excuse to have a negative attitude and kill the vibe. And that's not healthy.

Like, folks... it is okay to be hopeful about the plot changing around because guess what? It's fiction. You don't have to face a reality here because it's just a story meant to entertain you. And even if it doesn't live up to your expectations, turn to fanfiction, read and/or watch something else.

You don't always have to be "it's just a repeating cycle, wah 😭, nothing will change" all the damn time. Free space here! You can have a little hope about your fave making a return or not dying! Anyone who tells you otherwise just wants to be an ass.

#just get on my fucking nerves #this is why i just start blocking folks for even the smallest things #like be happy about something!!#it's fiction! it's okay to be optimistic here because it's not like you have to face reality #just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #jjk 254 #jjk leaks

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dawnanddorisqna · 28 days

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To Doris and Dawn, especially Doris. What are your thoughts on the possibility on Hollywood using AI to make movies?

Thank you for the question Andrewmoocow,

Dawn sees it all as nightmares, and the look of it is really unsettling, but after being in Hollywood and watching deals come and go for so long, I'm honestly just bored of it already. It already looks so played out. But as for studios possibly using it to make films. I think it's going to happen. Probably soon, and it will be at best underwhelming. Just like every time this kind of thing happens, it'll be called the next thing, it'll balloon some, people will get bored of it, and then studios will need to go back to what they did before and hire actual artists. It's a huge cycle that's just a waste of time. Same thing happened with stop motion. CG was going to replace that. today, people want to see more of it and the films win awards. Hand drawn is a thing of the past. We're still here and people want more. And of course practical effects, costumes, and sets. These things don't go away and I don't think AI will replace them. AI in film is only good for execs who don't want to be creative. They play it safe, follow an algorithm, and stick with remakes of known things so they know they'll have an audience. The problem with that is, you're not saying anything with that method. you just make the same thing over and over and people get bored of that. They can see when no one cared about the story and didn't have a passion for what was made. They can feel when they're being shown something that was made with a checklist instead of actual emotion. Hollywood is led by people who don't understand this. In fact, there are people in charge of film who actively hate it (I won't name names), they see it as an easy way to make cash. If they can set up an easy button that promises to make money, they'll gladly go for it. They think AI is that button right now, but it's like a chef getting microwave food and posing it as they're own cooking. It's a pointless workaround and if that's you're idea of making a film, you shouldn't be in the industry. And if you keep that way of thinking, the dwindling returns will force you to leave eventually.

Right now, the worse thing is just watching studios go through this nonsense every time.

Thank you again,

Doris

#animation #toontown #doris doodle #dawn doodle #cartoon #doris and dawn #doris #animated #AI #Hollywood

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theexiledviera · 9 months

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Moving on from Twitter and other platforms.

Don't worry, I'm staying here. I promise!

It's no secret that I struggle with maintaining a balance between my mental health and my online presence on sites like Twitter. Algorithms played a large part in my hardships, having a majority of my content go unseen unless I adhere to trends or popular demand. Often times it led me to believe that I was unwelcomed in certain communities and constantly feeling isolated.

I would internalize this for too long, resulting in outbursts and me lashing out at probably nothing responsible for this. It's simply not healthy for me to continue that cycle. So I've elected to consolidate myself to a single platform that didn't stress me out like Twitter did.

Blogging is something I'm more accustomed to and something I enjoy doing more. Tumblr gives me the freedom to present my content the way I want to, rather than wrestle with character limits and the like. It only took me a month of setting things up for me to remember how much I enjoyed being on here during my days in AMV editing. And so I chose to make tumblr the platform for my content going forward.

I know I burned bridges and alienated people on Twitter with my meltdowns, and all I can do is apologize and work harder to prevent it from happening again in the future. I like to think things will get better for me on here, and I'm willing to stick it out and see for myself.

Anyway, back to pretty bunny girl screenshots :P

#Personal #Blog #IRL

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loveandfictionforall · 1 year

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Hey so this is the actual match-up request....I accidentally hit the copy and paste button on the other....sorry about that again but anyways may I please have a Walking dead and Twilight match-up? Tysm in advance and sorry again.....

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising Personality Type: ENTP Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

Hi there!

I am glad, we found each other again, after all this time :D I read it and instantly thought of two people - so here they come:

I ship you with Daryl Dixson!

I just wanna say: Face palm. Always. He watches you and sees what you do and just face palms.

He ist legit done with you.

He does not understand how you have not died yet. But he still gives his best to ensure that you - in fact - don't die.

No, honestly, he loves you. You have character. A hard shell, just like him but behind that, you have so much personality and he feels honored to be at your side.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want do push you off a building when you - again - fight with Rick about stupid things or when you attack Negan again. And again.

I also ship you with Emmett Cullen!

Do I even have to say something about it?

You two would be the chaos couple. The CC.

Emmett finds you absolutley funny and incredibly stunning. And it often leads from a silly prank against each other or against other family members to some 18+ stuff.

I don't even know that to add anymore, because you two are a perfect match. Absolutly funny, strange and living their best life even through all the ups and downs.

#the walking dead match up #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd daryl dixson #twd daryl x reader #twilight match up #twilight x reader #twilight emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader

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What are your favorite PoppyCas headcanons?

Oh, PoppyCas. I haven't thought about them in awhile, since I feel like JLA has definitely taken what made them fun and kinda threw it out the window. So I'm going to take this and think of the PoppyCas of old, from FBAA and AKOFAF.

I think Poppy wants to try EVERYTHING when it comes to intimacy. Sex is fun, and she wants to try every position she can. But I also think that Poppy is not yet bold or comfortable enough to say so. She likes it when Cas suggests something new, and when she lights up he always playfully admonishes her for being naughty.

One thing from TCOGB that I think would stick around is the whole reading the diary while he goes to town. That diary is going to stay with them forever, and I think Cas might even commission a sequel from Willa, since she's still around.

I think Poppy and Cas will end up with multiple children, but it won't happen fast. She firsts starts considering it more when she sees Cas with Kieran's baby sister. He's so tender and gentle and quick to laugh, and he loves to play with her. They begin trying pretty quickly after that, but it is a long road.

For some reason I headcanon Poppy as struggling with fertility. I feel like her cycles were mentioned at some point, maybe being irregular. I don't know why, but it just resonates with me. Her body has always been something that has been strong, something she is happy with (save for the scars at times) and I think it would be difficult struggle that would almost forge their relationship beyond ever breaking.

Once they conceive, though, they are overjoyed. But Poppy's anxiety shifts from her ability to carry a child to her ability to be a mother. We all know she's delightful, but when we compare her parental figures to Casteel's, there is a wide disconnect. But Casteel is there to encourage her and reassure her every step of the way. HE knows she'll be amazing, even though he jokes that he will be the fun parent.

The two of them promise to continue adventuring and seeing the world even after they are monarchs, after they have kids. They go on trips just galavanting through the countryside and enjoying each other. When they have kids they make sure to take them to Solis and teach them about the wars, about the mortals and the Ascended, and how they are all valuable to the world and that they can all live in peace.

After the war Poppy ensures that Vikter has a headstone, and Casteel takes her to pay their respects every year. She is also very adamant that all the lives lost during the reign of the Blood Crown are memorialized in their hometowns throughout Solis and Atlantia.

Gosh I miss them

Thank you for the asks! This makes me a little more excited about returning to Revelations.

#asks are always open #ask away #headcanon #poppycas #poppycas headcanon #poppy balfour #casteel da'neer #poppy x casteel #fbaa #from blood and ash #akofaf #a kingdom of flesh and fire

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fernweh-writes · 1 year

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Hello dear may I have a slasher match-up please? Tysm in advance and if I already sent one then feel free to get rid of this one!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising Personality Type: ENTP Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight) I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

Leo sun twins! You have amazing music taste and also as an Alabamian I love my southerners. The south gets so much unnecessary hate sometimes. -Fern

Bo Sinclair

The only downside between you and Bo is you both can be hotheaded. So arguments between the two of you could be pretty brutal and somewhat frequent.

But moving on to the positives you both have a dry or sarcastic sense of humor. This means you would both most likely find the same things funny. And what's a relationship without being able to constantly joke around with each other.

We also all know that Bo will chain-smoke cigarettes. This man smells like cigarette smoke, motor oil, and old spice. Which is honestly a top tier combo if you ask me. Could imagine Bo saying motor oil and cigarette smoke is what real men smell like.

The two of you would also have music tastes that go together pretty well. I always imagine Bo as being a fan of 90's rock.

Cooking is also an asset that would make Bo fall for you. He definitely loves the whole house wife ideal. But is also more than okay with you being stubborn and independent.

Bo would dare you to do stupid stuff if were being totally honest. He would also be the kind to get mad at you if you get hurt even though he dared you to do something. He's really just hiding the fact he feels guilty by blaming you.

Bo can also relate to the whole self destructive tendencies and does his best to help you with that. I also feel like Bo is very understanding of anxiety seeing the environment he grew up in as well as having to help his twin brother with it.

#slasher matchups #hope you enjoyed!

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bettythedwarfqueen · 2 years

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The Ones Left Behind— Part 2

—Previously in Part 1—

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You couldn't breathe.

Please help us! You must save our daughter! Please don't let her die!

Y/N... you knew what to do, so why didn't you do it?

"I couldn't save them," you said breathlessly as you lurched upright on your bedroll. You were damp with a cold sweat that made your H/C curls stick to your neck.

"What did ya say Y/N?" Bofur asked sleepily as he propped himself up on one arm to look at you from where he laid by the fire.

"Sorry if I startled you, there was a spider on me." You lied quickly.

Bofur gave Thorin a questioning look but didn't say anything as they took the opportunity to exchange places on watch. You prayed Thorin would go back to his own bedroll, but he instead strode over to you and stopped short at your feet. "Get up and come with me." He ordered quietly.

You tried to rub the sleep from your eyes, feeling frazzled and embarrassed, "If it's about what I said-"

"You can explain the situation to me in a moment, but not here."

Taking a deep breath, you quietly followed Thorin away from the clearing the company had set up in. Neither of you spoke until Thorin stopped and turned around to face you.

"You're shaking." Thorin observed.

"No I'm not." You said refusing to acknowledge that you were in fact visibly shaking. Thorin grumbled something under his breath before shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. You shook your head, "I'm fine."

"Are all hobbits this obstinate or is it just the pair of you?" Thorin asked, draping his coat over your shoulders himself. When you didn't answer, Thorin took a step back to take in the sight. He let out an amused hum, his coat all but swallowed you whole, the dark navy fabric and fur pooling at your feet.

His face grew serious again as he said, "I know this is most likely a difficult topic for you, but I know something has happened to you." Thorin paused, seeing if you would deny it. When you didn't he continued, "You don't need to tell me what happened, but I'm giving you the chance to do so now if you would like. If you don't wish to tell me you may take this moment to collect yourself before you return to your bedroll."

The all too familiar burn of unshed tears stung your eyes and every fiber of your being protested as you said, "If I tell you this, Bilbo must never find out. He's one of few in the Shire who don't know the truth, and I'd like to keep it that way."

Thorin listened to you quietly, never interrupting as you told him the truth. You were an indentured servant for a lord in Frogmorten who often hired you out to others as a traveling physician for a hefty fee. He had a number of servants who he hired out, but he took pride in the few unlucky hobbits he had under his employment. Not unlike Bilbo's reason for being hired on for the company, your Master knew the usefulness of hobbits and capitalized on it. Physicians that could easily go by unnoticed were most useful during the more important social gatherings. You went by unnoticed unless there was a mistake.

You talked for what seemed like hours until you caught up to your present job under Gandalf. He was the kindest out of the group of regulars who purchased your services.

You cried harder at the memory of the day he invited you on this journey, he promised you half of his share at the end of the quest. And if the quest failed he promised to still buy you out of your contract with the lord.

Regardless of the outcome, at the end of this quest, you would finally be free once more.

The idea of being from this hellish cycle filled you with an overwhelming sense of hope, but also a unsettling undercurrent of panic. You would never have to suffer having the fate of someone's life rest in your hands if you wished it, but what would you do if you didn't help the sick and wounded? You had no other skill sets.

The feeling of panic swelled in your chest and sapped the strength from your legs. Thorin knelt beside you on the ground. He gathered you up quietly and pulled you to his chest. Despite your panicked uneven breaths, he calmly knelt there on the forest floor with you in his arms until your breathing almost matched his own. You sat there in silence, and tried to focus on the slow steady rhythm in his chest.

You felt the words rumble in his chest when he finally spoke again, "You may not believe me when I say this, but I understand the grief that has a firm hold on your heart Y/N. As you know we too have staked everything on the outcome of this quest. But we will do everything in our power to ensure that you claim back your freedom as soon as we claim back our home. If you are unsure of what you will do after you are free, know this, the halls of my people will always welcome you and your kin. I swear it."

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To be continued?

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Masterlist

#hobbit #my fanfiction #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #hobbit fanifiction #hobbit fanfic #hobbit drabble #bofur #hobbit reader

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bxrn-thc-pxgcs · 1 year

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content warning: pregnancy, menstruation, and miscarriage

title: Something That Mattered muse: Mal

The first period wasn't too bad. It wasn't any different from her normal cycle; heavy, painful, "are you sure I don't have endometriosis?", nauseating.

But then she had a second one not even a week later. The same pattern. Extremely heavy, beyond painful, unable to keep much of anything in her stomach.

She started to think something was wrong when the third hit. It had been only four weeks, and in that four weeks she'd had three periods. Something was wrong, something was off, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Mal swung her feet back and forth, sitting quietly on the examination bed. The doctor was late, again. She sighed as he finally walked in the door.

"Sorry, Mal, I got a little tied up there." He sat down, looking at the chart. "So, what brings you in today?"

Mal cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair. She hadn't washed it in days. "I've, um... I've had three periods in less than a month. It's starting to freak me out. I've gone through..." She paused to count on her fingers. "... three boxes of super-max tampons."

"Total?"

"Each."

He paused, looking up at her over his glasses. "... each?"

Mal nodded slowly. "It's taking... a major toll on my health. Mentally and physically. I'm not sure what's wrong or what to do."

He hummed. "Okay. Well, first, we're going to run some panels. We need to make sure your blood labs come back right for a Fae of your age. Now, granted, this could be a stress response. Sometimes the woman's body does that, so try to eliminate some stress from your life. But for now I'm going to start you on some birth control pills. I'm going to send over a prescription to the pharmacy. Once a day, every day, for three cycles. That should even everything out."

Mal rubbed her eyes, nodding. "Okay. If you think that will help."

-~-~-~-~

It did help. Sort-of.

She didn't have another period for a while.

But...

Mal trembled, staring at the little stick in her hands. Two little pink lines. One was... very faint, almost impossible to see, but it was there.

Fuck... was it just the birth control? She took a test at the end of every month, just for safety, but she'd never seen any of them come out positive before...

Mal slowly slipped down the wall behind her. Was it... was she...? How would she tell Ben? He was dealing with so much already, could he keep up with a child?

No, no, not right now, not now, not until she knew for sure. She ripped all of the trash out of the trash can beside the toilet, burying the test underneath it all.

Not until she knew for sure.

-~-~-~-~

Three days later, Mal was in the same cold, brightly lit examination room. They took blood samples, and promised to be back with her by the end of the next day.

-~-~-~-~

Mal signed another document, sighing heavily. Her hand was starting to cramp. She set her pen down, weakly massaging her wrist, turning her head to look at her phone when it started to ring. Her doctor... why was he calling her?

She picked up her phone slowly. "Hello?"

"Mal, hey. Listen... your samples came back. Do you think you can come in today? And you should probably bring Ben."

Her blood ran cold, time standing still. Bring Ben? Come in? Oh Gods, what...

"Yeah. Yeah, I can come in, but, um, I- I won't bring him. He's busy."

-~-~-~-~

Miscarriage.

The sound of that word echoed through her head, bouncing off the walls in her brain. She heard it over, and over, and over. Miscarriage. The floor fell out from under her feet, everything spinning, a cold numbness sweeping through her body.

She'd never wanted kids, but she knew Ben needed them.

She hadn't even known she was pregnant.

So why did it feel like she'd lost something that mattered?

#tw: miscarriage #maleficent the younger | solo para

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hello hello ✨ i've been good! things are getting a bit hectic but i'm looking forward to some relaxing time in the next couple days 🫣

oh yes about the meal thing!! that i over eat it then get bored of it but i'll randomly eat it again one day and then over eat again, it's a big vicious cycle i'm afraid but i love it still!! it always happens without fail

ooh i've only listened to stick seasons and i need to like properly sit with it and give it a listen but i didn't know about the other albums, i'll listen to them over the holidays. noah sounds like the kind of music i should listen to when it's cold outside and i can be in bed all day feeling all my feels 🫶

that's the thing about 1d though, they really did have banger after bangers they'll be my favourite dudes always!!

i do agree about italy, it sounds like a beautiful place! when the golden mv came out, i saw it with my parents and my mum instantly fell in love with it and subsequently the song and so i've promised to take her to amalfi coast one day 🤍

ooh i would definitely want to live in scotland. like that's something that i've always wanted and i just feel like scotland is a place that i want to completely give myself to. i'll probably try to move there in a few years, but if not that's definitely a place that I'd want to settle in or retire in!

gonna ask you a vague question today, what's love to you? 💌

- s 💌

hi hi 🫶🏻

okay but stick seasons feels like a roadtrip album to me, like driving through a forest highway in the cold weather i need that in my life. but yes, he definitely is a comfort artist to me, i was / i am is also a top tier album, and busyhead and cape elizabeth especially both have songs that make my heart ache so bad ❤️‍🩹

also i need new 1d music bad, thankfully niall is giving us new music next year and maybe zayn too but 1d please come back 😔 do you like the others’ solo music too or just harry and louis?

idk how i forget the golden mv exists ajejrnsk but exactly! i see the amalfi coast then venice and florence and small italian towns and vineyards and i just wanna be there 🥺

oh scotland sounds amazing! ngl idk much about it but the uk has always interested me too. i remember seeing a few programs there while i was in uni and if the whole pandemic hadn’t happened and i had money rip i probably would’ve taken the opportunity. is there anything in particular that you love most about it?

i was definitely not expecting that question 🫣 but in so many words, love is soft, love is trust, love is loyalty, love is the everyday moments and the little details, love is a warm embrace, love is patience, love is sharing, love is safety, however that may apply to you. what’s love to you? ❣️

sending you a warm hug and lots of good vibes for the start of the week 💗💕💓💖

#i’m sorry it took me a bit to answer i wrote this on and off during the day #the love answer may or may not be heavily influenced by a book but i do not wanna think about it ajjernskkw #answered #holiday pals #s 💌

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