#im tired of getting fucked over again and again
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good boy.
art donaldson x reader (wc: 2.9k)
summary: as Art’s personal physical therapist, it’s your job to fix what Tashi has torn apart, by whatever means necessary. or in which Art just needs some TLC
warnings: 18+ smut, it could be worse tbh, mentions of disordered eating
author’s note: i’m back ig?? im out of uni for the summer and challengers has me in a chokehold. Art Donaldson the man that you are
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You're standing just within earshot of the doorway, passing a sanitary wipe over one of the tables in the athlete treatment room when you hear the door abruptly open. Tashi storms in with a purpose and Art trails meekly behind her. Even if you had been clueless to how the match had gone rather than on the sidelines beside Tashi not even twenty minutes ago, you could have guessed by the hard line of her mouth that Art was in for it. Not that her displeased scowl was much different from her usual scowl, but you'd been around long enough to know the difference.
She stops abruptly, and Art heels obediently as Tashi turns around to face him. "I need you to tell me when you're going to fucking get it together so that I can stop wasting my time."
Weary and sweat soaked, Art just stares at her with that pitiful look on his face and says nothing in reply. His blue eyes solemnly take in her harsh disappointment as though beyond used to it. At this point it's not all that foreign to you either.
"You may as well be fucking asleep out there," she snaps.
This time his mouth opens. "I- I'm just tired-" he begins, although there's hardly any argue to his voice at all.
"No, I'm tired, Art," Tashi interjects. "Do you have any idea how much fucking work I've put into getting you back onto the court this past year?! I've done everything! The least you could do go out there and try to act like I've done anything for you at all!"
Art swallows, the slight frown on his face deepening. "I am. I just- I don't-"
Before he can even finish his sentence. The open palm of Tashi's hand connects with his cheek as she pops the left side of his face. Art closes his mouth. You pretend to concentrate on wiping down the table. It's not the first time you've witnessed one of these conversations but it still feels private, like you shouldn't be here. You keep wiping the table.
Understanding that anything else he says is only going to make Tashi angrier, Art resigns to once again watching her in silence. His blue eyes are sad. The usually fair skin of his cheek is tinted pink where she popped him. Although it wasn't very hard, you're sure it still hurt him all the same.
"Quit wasting my time," is all she says before she finally turns and leaves, walking right past you and out the other door. You hold your breath as she passes you. Art watches her go but makes no move to follow. You release an audible sigh. It's been a frustrating day for everyone. As Art's personal trainer, physical therapist, and close friend, you felt every loss, every ache and pain, every bad play. And there seemed to be a lot of those lately.
Art is still standing there, watching the closed door that Tashi left though.
Not knowing how to break the silence, you finally pat the freshly sanitized treatment table. "C'mon," you call gently, as though beckoning to a wounded dog.
It takes a moment for him to budge, but eventually he does, his disheartened spirit apparent in the way he walks over. Used to the usual routine, he tugs his damp shirt off over his head as he takes a seat, the lean muscles of his torso flexing as he does so. You allow yourself to ogle at him, only for a brief moment before stepping in between the bracket of his knees. Gently, you cradle his chin, tipping his head back to look up at you as your thumb smooths over the redness of his cheek. His blue eyes blink up at you, sad and dog-like.
"It wasn't terrible," you reassure him. "You had surgery six months ago. You're still getting your feet back underneath you. Most people wouldn't have come back." You're right. The still-pink scars on his shoulder are still fresh on your mind. The stitches weren't even out before Tashi had him in physical therapy. Even though his medical team had released him, it was still a bit early to start doing rehab so soon after surgery, Art's comfort being your biggest concern. But when Tashi wants something, she gets it.
Wordlessly, Art sighs, the weight of his head settling into your palm as he finally lets go of the tension he'd been carrying. It was always like this. You fixing what Tashi had torn apart. You understood where Tashi was coming from. Art needed a firm voice in his training, and you had a lot of respect for the way she put her foot down and never let up, not even once. But there was only so many times you could kick a dog while he was down.
So if Art needed someone to coddle him, you would coddle him.
He trusts you. He needs you, is what Tashi had told you when she asked you to stay on as his trainer full time. The three of you had been in the same year at Stanford all those years ago, Tashi and Art on the tennis team and you helping out as a student trainer as part of a class requirement. Three peas in a pod, the trio of you were. Of course then they both graduated, leaving you to finish up your schooling, meanwhile Art set off to go pro.
A few years later, once Tashi officially took on the position as Art's coach, she began building his team, and that's where you came in. You were hesitant at first.
'I already lost to you once, Tashi. I won't come in second to you again.'
She had paused on the other end of the line. Back in your Stanford days, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that you were head over heels in love with the blonde tennis player. But loving Art was like accepting the participation ribbon for a game you knew you weren't going to win in the first place. It was like standing next to the podium, just lucky enough to be included in the picture while Tashi and tennis took first and second place. And so you let him go.
'I'm not asking you to. This is different.'
Your hand slips from his face, and he forces his eyes open.
“Have you eaten?" you ask, stepping away in order to put some distance between the two of you and look for the granola bars that you keep especially for him. The gels were good sources of quick fuel in between sets, but they were hardly enough to even begin to make up for the calories he burned while playing.
Slowly, Art shakes his head, but he makes no move to take the snack from your hand when you offer it to him. Ever since his injury, nutrition became all the more important. So much to the point that every single thing that he consumed was mapped out to the exact calorie. Although he would never admit it, any sort of change in this routine made him incredibly anxious. Some days it was better not to cause him the anxiety than to force him.
Today, you insistently hold out the bar until he begrudgingly takes it from your hand. You don't move until you've seen him tear open the package and take a bite.
"Were you still feeling tight?" you ask as you walk around the table, stopping at the slouch of his turned back. You reach out to grasp at the joint of his neck and shoulder, your thumb smoothing over the kinesiology tape that's peeling away at the base of his neck.
He half turns his head to glance back at you. "You watched the match. You tell me."
His response is meant to be snippy, but it comes out more defeated than anything. To be fair, you've been his trainer long enough to know that if something was bothering him physically, you would have picked up on it.
"I want to hear it from you."
"I felt fine."
Your left hand follows suit on the other side of his neck, and you use both of your thumbs to apply pressure to what you assume will be a tense spot along the upper part of his traps. Predictably, Art groans at the attention. The muscles of his back contract as he fights the urge to shake you off. Relaxing the muscle hurts as much as it feels good. Besides his obvious discomfort, the rest of his body has gone lax under your touch. His shoulders have dropped at least an inch, and his chin has fallen to rest against his chest.
"Finish your granola bar," you reprimand him, your firm fingers working across his back until you find another spot that nearly has him jerking away. He releases a whine but obediently takes another bite of the bar. This time he finishes it before you have to remind him again.
You spend a few more minutes torturing him before you're satisfied that a majority of the tension has left his shoulders.
"Okay, good boy," you murmur, leaning forward so that your chest is close enough to brush against his back. One of your hands trails up to squeeze the back of his neck reassuringly.
You're close enough to hear him swallow at the name. The skin on the nape of his neck shivers despite how hot he still is from the match.
"Was I?" he asks timidly. "Good today?"
'I can be his coach. Or I can be the person he cries to after a bad day. But I can't be both. That's why he needs you."
Without removing your hand from his neck, you walk around the table so you're standing in front of him. Art widens the spread of his legs so that you can stand between them. His chin is still pressed to his chest, blue eyes focused on the ground.
"Art," is all you say, shifting your grip on his neck to tug lightly at his golden blonde hair. At your voice, he lifts his head just enough to look up at you through the pale wisps of his eyelashes. The irises of his blue eyes shine are wet with uncertainty.
Your fingers loosen their grip to allow your nails to scratch at his scalp. "You're good, Art. You'll always be good."
Art twists his head to nuzzle his cheek along the inside of your outstretched arm. His lips kiss the crook of your elbow. He swallows again. "Even if I don't play tennis?"
You can tell the question's been bothering him, eating at his nerves, and messing up his game. You know him well enough to know that retirement isn't what he wants, not really. At least not right now. What he wants is the reassurance that it's going to be okay if he can't swing the comeback.
"Look at me."
He lingers a moment longer with his lips pressed lovingly against your skin before he reluctantly shifts his gaze up to you. His look is anticipatory but reserved, as if to preemptively conceal his disappointment should you choose to crush his heart with your answer.
His fear is understandable. Art's relationship with Tashi has always been entirely built off of his tennis career. By being the driving force behind his success, Tashi has vicariously lived out the life she would have had had her injury never happened. Without tennis, Art has nothing left to offer her. He knows that if he gives up tennis, he loses Tashi.
Your relationship with Art was a little less conditional. Hell, you'd been in love with him since the first time you'd laid eyes on him at Stanford. You can still picture him standing there on the court, barely nineteen, scrawny, nervous smile, backwards cap over his strawberry blonde hair. Before he was the Art Donaldson. But when Tashi had stepped into the picture, you figured that was where your fairytale ended.
"I don't love you because of tennis. I love you because you're kind, and thoughtful, and you're passionate about what you do." You smile a bit before adding, "And you're my good boy."
The name turns him bashful again, and he's quick to turn and hide his smiling face against your arm, only the flushed tips of his ears visible. "[Y/n]," he mumbles, likely meaning to be threatening, but it doesn't come out that way.
Art Donaldson lived to be praised.
You laugh, pulling him closer so that his face is held against your chest. The hand that you don't have threaded through his hair trails up the muscle of his defined quad. "You're my good boy. Aren't you, baby?"
Art whines, squirming when your hand reaches the apex of his thigh and hovers over the forming bugle of his shorts. He's not quite there yet, his dick only half chubbed up in interest, but given the day that he's had, you won't make him wait.
"Please?" he mumbles, his face still buried into your collarbone, as if attempting to curling into you, like a small child needing their parent to hold them for comfort.
You rake your nails lightly up the inside of his thigh. "What, baby?"
Not only did Art liked to be praised, but he was masochist even on his worst days.
"Want you to touch me," he mumbles, his voice muffled by your shirt. "Please."
Your hand still scratching through his hair, you press a kiss to the side of his head, unable to suppress your smile at his timid politeness and how it never seems to fail him. The only time he ever resembled anything remotely voracious was on the court.
Palm finding his tented shorts, you cup him through the fabric. Art responds immediately to your touch, his hips shifting further into your grasp. You continue to pet him through his shorts, appreciating the way you can feel him actively responding to your touch.
His nails dig into the padding of the treatment table when you give his now fully hard dick a less than sympathetic squeeze. His breath is hot as he pants against your collarbone, alternating between laving open mouthed kisses to your skin and whining when you pause fondling him just to feel his hips rut up into your palm.
Art was so in control on the tennis court, that often after a match, putting the control into someone else's hands was just what he needed.
When his hips start to stutter, you ease up but continue to stroke him through his shorts. The front of his shorts are damp with the musk of residual sweat and precum.
His breath is shallow—anticipatory.
"Gunna come?" you ask softly, speaking into the blonde mess of his hair, cradling him. He right there, you can tell by the lackluster buck of his hips, his building fatigue, and the change in his breathing.
"Can I? —Please?" Art asks breathily. He hiccups out the last part, his voice catching.
"You know you don't have to ask."
There's a brief pause, as if coming to the realization, before he meekly murmurs, "I know.
It should be sad really, his unwavering obedience, but there are two sides to Art, two polar extremes. On the court, every match, every set, every debilitating second is up to him. No one else can help him out there, and up until about a year ago, he played like it. That was the side of Art Donaldson that Tashi wanted. After the match is a different story. In private, Art needed someone to do the thinking for him, to pull him into a reality where he could believe that it didn't matter whether he won or lost. Tashi had not the sympathy nor the patience for that kind of fragility.
Art comes with a brief cry into your chest, his body arching into yours. Your hand palms at his pulsing dick until he's oversensitive and pulling away. When you relent, the front of his shorts are sticky and wet.
Finally, Art lifts his face from the safety of your chest. His blue eyes are glossed over, but it's an improvement from the detached look they held ten minutes ago. His cheeks are flushed, a mixture of his own embarrassment and satisfaction.
You can't help the soft smile that creeps onto your face at the look of him, and immediately Art is abashedly trying to hide his face again, his own smile starting to appear. Before he can, you bring your hands back up to cradle his face, thumbs wiping away the wetness from under his eyes. This time he lets you.
His eyes study your face for a second, admiring you, appreciating the love he has for you.
“I don’t want to play tennis anymore.”
You can’t tell if it’s more of a statement or a confession. Either way, you know he’s telling you the absolute truth.
“Okay,” you reply softly, not hint of judgement in your voice. Maybe some disappointment, but that was understandable.
Retirement would be a kindness. Art would finally put back on some healthy weight, start smiling again, put on a real, actual smile. You could already see it, a nice house for the two of you to settle down in, with a picket fence and a dog in the backyard, the kind of things the two of you would have never had time for on tour.
Tennis had brought the two of you together, but it wouldn’t end you.
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HARSH MOTIVATION !
TW: if your really sensitive this is not for you I call you names but it's all in good love 😚
So.. your really going to sit your ass there and not PERSIST and NOT CHOOSE A DESIRE and not LIVE YOUR WILDEST DREAMS. PICK, ASSUME,STICK. LIKE... LOOK AT YOU YOU CAN BE MAKING PROGRESS BUT NO.YOUR HERE CRYING AND COMPLAINING AND WHINING ABOUT THE 3D. HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO WE BLOGGERS HAVE TO TELL YOU. IT👏🏿. DOSENT👏🏿.MATTER👏🏿. BUT NO YOUR HERE NOT EVEN DOING THE EASIEST THING TO MANIFEST YOUR DREAM LIFE. IN THE END...WE ARE SAYING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND IT DOSENT STOP THERE.I GET IT LIFE CAN BE HARD SOMETIMES BUT YOU REALLY NEED TO DO THIS 😭. IM REALLY FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF IT. WHY ARE WE HERE SAYING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN WHEN WE CAN JUST ENJOY OUR LIVES IN THE 4D. IM SPEAKING FOR ALL LOA BLOGGERS YOUUUU HAVE TO DO IT NOT US YOUUUU WONT EVEN DO THE EASIEST THING TO MANIFEST YOUR DREAM LIFE. THE👏🏿. 3D👏🏿.DOSENT 👏🏿 MATTER 👏🏿. HOW MANY GODAMN FUCKING TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT TO YOU. THE👏🏿.3D👏🏿. DOSENT👏🏿 .MATTER👏🏿.ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CHOOSE A DESIRE IT CAN BE ANYTHING. THEN ASSUME ITS YOURS . THEN PERIST IN THE ASSUMPTION. THATS ALL IT FUCKING TAKES TO MANIFEST.LIKE YOUR SUCH A FUCKING BITCH YOU WHINE AND COMPLAIN ALL THE FUCKING TIME. COMPLAINING TO BLOGGERS ABOUT NOOOO I DIDNT ENTER THE VOID. THATS👏🏿 WHAT👏🏿.YOU 👏🏿. ASSUME 👏🏿.YOU CAN BE HERE KISSING AND CUDDLING YOUR S/O BUT NOO YOU WANNA STAY HERE AND NOT MAKE ANY PROGRESS.YOU CAN BE HERE LIVING THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS BUT NOO YOUR HERE COMPLAINING.YOU CAN BE HERE MEETING THE BEST AND I MEAN THE BEST PEOPLE BUT NOOO.YOU CAN BE HERE HAVING SHOPPING SPREES IN PARIS AND MILAN BUT NOO.YOU DECIDE TO LIVE YOIR MISERABLE FUCKING LIFE INSTEAD OF JUST ENJOYING IT IN YOUR IMAGINATION 🎀
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Sweet Girl > M.S.
Matt Sturniolo x Female Reader
warnings: swearing, fluff, cuddling, pet names
summary: Matt was having a hard day and everything was making him mad. he hadn't seen or talked to you in a few days since you both were busy. he's been in a constant mood. he was filming a car video and his Mattitude was showing. he just missed his girlfriend.
authors note: this whole story is fictional! please keep in mind! Use of Y/n. sorry it's short. FIRST POST AND FIRST FANFIC (no picture cause its difficult on laptop)
Matts POV:
The timer went off to restart to camera. I take a deep breath, everything was annoying me lately. "dude you cant catch a goddamn break!" Nick says. Nick grabs the camera and resets it, then putting it back on the dashboard. I get out of the car to make sure everything is in view. Chris and Nick were talking, I didn't care. I pull out my phone
my lock screen was my perfect girlfriend. her face made me smile. I pull up our messages.
You
I miss you, sweet girl.
delivered
I sigh. I grab my sweater from the back and put it on. the camera was already recording. I sit back in the drivers seat, just to look at Chris, and for him to burp in my fucking face. I start to climb out of the car, Nick tries to grab me, trying to pull me back in. "don't fucking touch me." I say, I slam the door shut, I open the back door.
"do you wanna swap seats?" Nick asks, laughing with Chris. instead, I grab him by his shirt sleeve and yank him out of the car. I then push him in the drivers seat, accidentally hitting his head. "sorry." I mumble, but not loud enough for the camera to catch it. I sit in the front seat.
I feel a buzz in my pocket. I pull out my phone. I smile at the message.
My Darling
I miss you too, Matty. you wanna come over?
You
I'm filming rn, but I'd love to after.
My Darling
ofc, baby. see you later, I love you.
You
I love you too.
Read at 12:53 am
"CAN YOU STOP BURPING!" Nick yells. "you remind me- you know what Chris reminds me of? and you'll agree-" I cut him off. "I've retired from that seat from here on out for the rest of our YouTube career. I will-" I say, which is a lie but I'm just so fucking frustrated right now. Chris interrupts me, as usual.
"hereby, hereby, what do you want, a fucking crown and a big staff? shut your mouth" "I hate it up here. I hate it up here!" Nick states. "never, ever in my life will I sit there ever again." I lie.
Time Skip (after filming)
I start driving again, "I'm dropping you guys off, I'm sleeping at Y/n's tonight." I say, keeping my eyes on the road. "Matt, dude, im sorry, man. I love you." Chris says, "mhm, love you too." Chris plays some music as we sit in the car, waiting to get home.
Y/n's POV:
I yawn, sitting up in my bed. my room was dark, making me even more tired than I already was. I was trying to stay up, wanting to see Matt. I heard the door open and close, then someone running over to my room. Matt peaks into my room. then walks in. "did you stay up for me, sweet girl?" he asks, I nod.
he sits on the edge of my bed, I scoot over to sit next to him. we look into each others eyes for a moment, before he speaks. "you could've fallen asleep, you know? I wouldn't have minded." Matt says in a soft, quiet tone. "I know, but I wanted to see you." I say, tiredly. "C'mon." Matt says as he moves so he's laying down, he opens his arms so I can lay in them.
I lay my head on his chest, cuddling in to him. "I'm sorry if you wanted to talk, I know how Chris and Nick can be." I mumble. "its okay, darling. your presence is enough anyways" he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
my eyes flutter close, I fall asleep to Matts heartbeat, it was calm, and steady.
#matt sturniolo#fanfic#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#mattitude#cuddling#sweet girl#car video#y/n#female reader
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jj’s confession | s.r x fem!reader
ꨄ requested: anonymous
ꨄ genre: angst
ꨄ summary: the aftermath of jj’s fuck up
the second the team got back to the office, you ran to spencer and pulled him into a hug. spencer hadn't been expecting you to be at the office when they got back from the case. you pulled back and cupped his face, your eyes scanned his face to make sure he wasn't bruised up or anything.
"i was worried about you." you mumbled, you continued to check him out until you noticed how unfocused he was. you tried to shove it off as him responding to the effects of the case but when you followed his gaze and looked over your shoulder, you knew that wasn't the case. even though jj was with will, she had her eyes focused on spencer.
you had known about spencer's old crush on jj and you'd accepted it and moved on, he'd told you that you had nothing to worry about when it came to their friendship and since you trusted him, you believed him. you took a step back and let your hand fall down to your sides, you looked back at spencer and cleared your throat.
spencer finally looked at you for the first time since he'd walked through the door, you figured it was because ji's attention was directed somewhere else. when spencer's eyes met yours, you could tell something had happened between them while they were gone. his eyes were filled with guilt as he stared at you, he knew he was going to have to tell you about it but he wasn't prepared for your reaction. so he reached for your hand, you let him take it.
"i'm tired, we should get going." he attempted at giving you a genuine smile but it never reached his eyes, you stayed silent as you watched his eyes dart over to her for a brief moment before turning back to you. "we can get takeout for dinner, your favorite place."
you pulled your hand from his and let it fall back to your side. you weren't that much of a crier but god, you sure felt like you could cry a river as you watched your relationship start to crumble right in front of you. "no, i think- i think you should tell me now what happened between you two.”
"can we just- can we not? not right now, im tired."
"no, i need to know now if im going to be leaving here by myself tonight." spencer sighed before pulling you away from everyone else and into a more secluded area.
"when we're being held hostage, the unsub made us- he made ji tell a secret she'd never told anyone before." he ran his hand through his hair before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "she told me that she loved me but i'm not-"
"do you love her back?" you bit the inside of your cheek, spencer's silence was like a stab to the heart. tears welled in your eyes and a sudden wave of anger washed over you, he didn't even have the decency to look you in the eye. "god, spencer, fucking answer me!"
he couldn't, his words were lodged in his throat. spencer hated seeing you break down in front of him, he hated knowing that he'd put you in such a vulnerable position when he knows how much you hate being vulnerable.
"i don't know! i don't- i don't know what i feel for her. i don't even know if she was being honest or just making it up, plus, she's married and-and she has kids." you scoffed and shook your head, you took a step back and put your hand out when he tried to reach out for you. "y/n, please."
"me or her?" spencer just stared at you, once again not being able to answer you. "; think i should go, call me if and when you figure this out."
you turned around and headed for the door, you didn't miss the way jj looked at you as you passed. you thought spencer would at least come after you, explain that he didn't need to think about it and that he loved you, but he didn't.
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JUST AS FRIENDS RIGHT? - SARAH X READER
summary: Sarah comes up with an idea
Warnings: smut 18+, scissoring, cursing, oral sex, nipple play, fingering,etc..
A/n: I never wrote girl on girl before so be patient with me.
Sarah’s family were on vacation in the Bahamas. Sarah didn’t want to go so she stayed in the outer banks.
She invited you over for the week so she wouldn’t have to be home alone in that big house at night.
You guys were watching a movie on her bed side by side, it was 1 in the morning. Surprisingly you guys weren’t tired at all.
“Are you getting tired yet?” Sarah ask
“Nope, are you?”
“Not really im kinda bored” Sarah sighs thinking of something to do
“Me too” you reach out to get more popcorn on Sarah’s night stand to eat.
“You wanna watch porn?” She yells out almost making you cough up your popcorn. What the hell made Sarah ask a question like that.
“Um….”
“Have you ever watched it before? I heeded my brother and his friends talking about it.” She ask
“No but there teenage boys of course they would watch shit like” you laugh
“Yea I heard them watching it too. It sounded nasty to say the least.” She says also laughing a little
You and Sarah were both virgins. Sarah was in a relationship with topper but they haven’t had sex yet.
“What did it sound like?” You ask curious
“Um.. it sounded wet and a lotttt of moans and groans.” She says with excitement kind of
You make a face of disgust as she talks about it but secretly you could feel your panties getting wet.
“Yea I don’t think I’m ready for that. I heard it hurts.” You say unconvinced you’ll ever have sex.
“Well not if you have it with a girl.” She looks me in the eye while she says this
Sarah has been really acting weird tonight. You don’t know what it is.
“Right..” you say avoiding eye contact
“I-I think we should try it.” She stutters
“Huh? Try what.” You ask confused
she looks hesitant at first but continues what she was saying
“I think we should have s-sex for fun.” She says nervously
Your mouth widens as you stare at her in shock but then you start to think about it.
“Just as friends you know, just to try it” she says again.
I mean as friends right and it wouldn’t hurt.
“Umm.. sure but as f-friends” you say still in shock
You see her eyes lighten as you accepted her offer.
“c-can I k-kiss you?” She ask
“Okay” you mumbled
She leans in and starts kissing you. After a while you start kissing her back and it turns into a full make out session. You feel Sarah’s hands rubbing up and down your body.
Sarah pulls away from the kiss and takes her shirt off along with her sweat pants, you do the same.
You guys were both now only in your underwear.
“Can I touch them” you look down at her boobs.
She nods. You swallow hard and go reach to touch them. They were soft and warm so you go down to suck on them.
Sarah moans and arches her back as you suck one of her nipples and play with the other. You gently pull off of her after a few minutes have passed
“I wish I had boobs like yours” you say wiping your mouth
“Are you kidding these things are a pain in my ass, they ruin all my outfits” she laughs and you laugh with her
All of a sudden she pushes you onto your back which makes you gasp in surprise. She spreads your legs open to pull down your underwear to see your wet pussy.
“Is this okay?” She ask
“Mhm”
She then buried her face in between your legs. She licks in between your folds and sucks on your clit while you squirm under her. You’re moving so much she has to hold your thighs down.
You never felt pleasure like this before. You let out a pornographic moan shocking you and Sarah that you could even do that.
Sarah continues to lick and suck on your clit to the point that’s all you could think about. Sarah then leaves your clit and starts fucking you with her tongue.
Where the fuck did she learn this.
“Fuck! Sarah right there!” You yell out
You then feel that feeling you couldn’t explain starting to build up like you were going to explode. Thats when Sarah’s pulls away and you groan out disappointed. Sarah gets up and wipes her mouth.
“You actually taste good”
You giggle nervously
“Thanks, that felt really good.” you say truthfully
“Thanks.” she giggles also
She then pushes your leg to the side and positions herself in between them.
“Fuck Sarah” you roll your eyes from pleasure as she begins to rub your guys wet pussies together.
“You feel so good” Sarah moans as she goes faster. You move against as well trying to get as much pleasure as possible.
Sarah stared down at the wet cunts rubbing together. You go to grab her boob while moans and whimpers leave both you and Sarah mouth.
You didn’t want to admit it but Sarah on top of you was only making you wetter than you already were.
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to this building up like sensation as Sarah went faster and faster.
You then felt yourself let out this hot liquid and you moan out loud by overstimulation. Sarah puts her hand over your mouth.
“Your g-gonna wake up the n-neighbors” she moans out also releasing at the same time as you.
After your guys high came down Sarah lays beside you on the bed.
“That was amazing.” You mumbled
Sarah laughs
“I told you it was a good idea.” She smirks at you.

#artists on tumblr#outer banks#sarah cameron#sarah cameron x reader#smut#obx fic#oneshot#obx imagine#obx x reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut
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status of babbit's life yeehaw
tl,dr: busy moving and a couple of other big life things that just complicate things, but well on the way to being back to normal! new fic chapters and better quality art coming soon.
tl,wr (too long, will read):
Helloooo what's up its me, Babbit. or Rabbit. or Bones. or Idiot Moron Menace Child, idk im not picky lol
i know a lot of you guys have been wondering wtf is up with my upload schedule lately and the extreme lack of even basic content and also i am extremely aware that i have not updated my fics in a few millennia and for that i am very, very sorry. this post is to answer a few questions you might have, if anyone was curious about the 'reason' instead of just the 'when.'
my family and i have had a hell of a year, y'all. like, jesus christ, i really hope things level out and calm down for a while once we're moved in to our new apartment bc god damn we are so tired. the list goes:
1. we got kicked out of the house we were renting-to-own bc we wouldn't be able to afford the new rate, so they gave us two months to find a new place to live (not long enough, it turns out) and then foreclosed to get us out. 75% of our belongings were still in the house when we had to leave. that includes all of our christmas ornaments- including the ones kept for decades, and the ones made by me and my siblings, and the fancy ones made from blown glass.
2. the first night out of the house, one of our dogs, freaked out by the strangeness of the situation, panicked and slipped her harness and ran off. that was over a year ago. we haven't seen her since.
3. my cat got very ill and became unable to eat. she passed away almost exactly a year ago. she had been 14-15, and had been my baby since i was maybe 8.
4. one of the tires on my dads car blew out. during the night, while it was parked on the curb so he could put the spare on in the morning, one of the in-tact tires was fucking stolen LMAO
5. we applied to rent at so many places and got rejected so, so many times. it costs money to apply, btw. we're talking like $200+. no, u don't get that money back.
6. i lost my job bc knowing i would have to work 8 hours at a job that stresses me out to the point of exhaustion (at a place where no one takes me seriously and would actively laugh at me when i try to express my need to step away for a minute) sometimes paralyzed me and made me sick to my stomach and made me feel unable to leave the house, and i called out one too many times. a day after my birthday, too!
7. just recently, like within the last week, my dad's car got fuckin totalled!!!!!
THE GOOD NEWS IS WE OFFICIALLY, FINALLY, AFTER A SOLID YEAR, HAVE AN APARTMENT!!!!! I'LL HAVE MY OWN ROOM AGAIN!!! THERE'S AN ENTIRE KITCHEN!!!!!!!
the 'oh god' news is we still have to move in, and replace a lot of the stuff that we just couldn't take with us when we moved out (mostly stuff like bookshelves, dining table, dressers, etc) AND get the few things we could cram into a storage center out and moved into the new place, which isn't a lot but at the same time is more than we can realistically handle on our own. and then, we have to get my mums cats (a pair of kitty sisters that we had to temporarily house with my aunt, who got tired of looking after them and let them outside to be outdoor cats a few months ago. yes, this was an extremely shitty thing to do, and we've been working hard to get them back safely) AND my gecko (who my cousin has been looking after, even tho feeding him worms freaks him out LMAO yes i plan on compensating him) moved in, as well... basically oh my god there is so much to worry about but at the same time it's nice to have to worry about it bc it means we're making progress sdkfhsjdkfhdsjfh
basically i am just so tired but so busy and also thinkin abt so much im so sorry for lack of stuff but i am so looking forward to being able to bounce back, pls stick with me, it'll be sorted out soon i think and then i'll hit y'all with some good stuff i promise!!!!!!!
anyway thank u guys i love u and appreciate u all for sticking around
#bones of a rabbit#rambles#life update#lore of a babbit#babbit lore#personal stuff#vent#rant#in case anyone was curious#long post#tldr#tw death#tw grief#tw pet death
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neteyam sully headcanons
summary: how i think neteyam would be in a relationship
warnings: 🔞 this contains sfw AND nsfw content, you’re responsible for what you consume on the internet.
he’s aged up too before some of yall even start.
im sorry but these have to be literal facts…
- protective
THIS MAN IS SO PROTECTIVE OVER YOU
especially if you’re a human, be ready for him to just randomly pick you up or hold onto you like you’re a child
even when you’re na’vi and can easily stand up for yourself he doesn’t give a singular fuck
he will not hesitate to grab onto your waist and guide you where ever you need to go
“neteyam im fine”
“oh yes you are” he smirked at you
you couldn’t help but laugh at your man “will you please let me go? im literally just going to get water..”
“i know but i can’t let anything to my cute little sugar plum” he replied playfully
you pursed your lips and stared at him
“never say that shit again”
when he’s “jealous”
- he has that stern tone WHEWWW 🫦
- like if he tells u to do something he expects you to do it…
- and if you’re the “boy you not my daddy” typa girl, oh trust and believe all of that will change
“i don’t want you talking to him”
“we’re just friends neteyam”
“i don’t care, he’s obviously trying to court you”
“and who are you to tell me who i can’t be friends with? you’re not in control over me” you rolled your eyes
“not how it was last night” he crossed his arms
were you silent or silenced? 😕
-honestly i don’t think he’s the super jealous type
-like he’s not finna go bat shit crazy when he knows he has yo ass locked down yk?
-he’s definitely not afraid to put a mf in their place when they get outta line tho
his confidence 😍😍
- like i said, he knows he has you locked down
-even before you guys were together he was still confident in himself which is a reason why he got you in the first place
- he’s not the cocky type but he’s the “my girl ain’t leaving me for any of yall bums” type 😭
- he’s never afraid to show you off either
- when i tell you EVERYONE knows, they know..
- so him being confident in himself + your relationship = future marriage
his humor
- im so tired of some of yall trying to make it seem like neteyam is so innocent or has no sense of humor
- unfortunately we didn’t get to see much of him (james check ur walls tonight)
- but i just know this mf was funny and so out of pocket
- it’s always them quiet ones im tellin u 😭
- the two of you would have such a funny and just a fun relationship in general
- especially if both of you have a sense of humor which real bad bitches have
- i just feel like neteyam wouldn’t be with someone “boring” or “dry” you feel me?
- so the two of you have quite the time together
- the things you guys say to each other are so unhinged like…
you watched as neteyam fished
the way his muscles flexed and back tensed up whenever he prepared to catch his pray
you have never been so down bad for a man and you prayed to eywa that she never took him away (well…)
eywa had really blessed you with the most gorgeous man on pandora
‘i just wanna eat him’ you thought
“what are you staring at sevin?” he caught you staring
“have you ever had it sucked from the back?”
“THATS POSSIBLE?”
and
you and neteyam were playing around in the lab
you guys were minding your business until the two of you found this thing called a ‘face mask’
it was a slimy, cold and thick consistency
so the two of you decided to play with it after asking norm for permission
it was a mess at first but the two of you got it eventually…
the two of you had the black goop all over your face and of course the two of you couldn’t take it seriously
“you look like a really old pile of shit” neteyam laughed at your zoned out face
“shut up, you look like a sky person’s soul”
the two of you laughed at each other which made the mask crease but didn’t even care
he smirked and licked his lips “you should put some on your ass”
you smirked back “you should put some on your balls”
“only if you put it on for me” he rubbed your thighs with a goofy smile
“EWWWWWW” you giggled at him
his bond with kids 🥹
- now me personally i don’t fw kids like that it really depends but if neteyam wants to make our own clan im spreading my legs IMMEDIATELY
- you find the way he is with kids so adorable
- it honestly came natural to him since he was basically a third parent to all his siblings
- you would catch him playing with the kids in the village and felt your heart physically warm at the sight
- it lead to you having thoughts
- like how he would be with your own children?
- and when that finally does happen. oh eywa.
- he’s the best father ever
- no matter if you have a daughter or son first he’s so insistent on getting rid of the eldest sibling curse
- he refuses for your children to follow in his unwanted footsteps
- he loves his family and wouldn’t trade them for the world but he definitely wish he had more of a childhood
- this causes the bond with his children to be stronger than ever
- he’s so understanding
- your kids are never afraid to come to him about anything and he always gives them advice
- even when there’s subjects he’s a little uncomfortable with he never pushes his kids away
i want him to be my baby daddy.
when there’s an argument
- every relationship has ups and downs
- yours and neteyam’s had no exceptions
- you usually talk your disagreements out since it’s the mature thing to do but when there’s an argument…
- this actually doesn’t happen too often but when it does the both of you just let out that built up frustration
- it sounds toxic but the two of you actually find it healthy to bump heads every now and then
- the arguments never get physical
- which helps because at the end of the day when the both of you calm down and sit down to get your shit together, it’s so worth it
you made your way back to you and neteyam’s hut after the big fight you two got in this morning
to be honest you were dreading it
you knew you had to face neteyam eventually and running wasn’t the smarted option, you knew he would track you down if he needed to
you audibly sighed before opening the flap
he was sitting in front of the fire and turned his head at the scent of you
“hey” he mumbled while picking on his loincloth
“hi” you gave him an awkward smile
there was a silence growing
“im sorry” you both blurted out at the same time
the two of you softly laughed at that
“come here” he stood up and reached his arms out
you practically ran to your man to hug him tightly before the two of you settled down for the night and never letting each other go
warning 🔞: NSFW content starting below!!
this man’s mouth is FILTHY.
- yall think he’s so innocent huh?
- yeah no thanks im not buying that shit
- when he has you pinned down underneath him all that goes out the door!!
- he’ll literally be pounding yo shit while you grip onto him for dear life and this mf doesn’t make it any better
“pussy so good” he grunted in your ear
honestly you didn’t even hear him, it felt so good that you literally lost your common sense
“mhm neteyam” was the only thing you could moan out
“fuck” he let out a long moan as his thrusts started to get sloppier which meant he was close
your eyes rolled to back of your head and your jaw dropped as he picked up his pace
- all you could hear was
“i could stay inside of you forever”
“cum on this dick”
“you can take it”
“we’re not stopping i hope you know that”
“wake up for me baby so you can see me cum all inside you”
“i want you bent over after this im not done”
“you’re so pretty fucked out it’s almost funny”
UM HELLO???
there’s dirtier things than that but you guys can use your imagination.. 😏
- even outside of the bedroom this man has ZERO shame
- like if some goofy ass nigga was trying to holla at you neteyam is NOT with it
- this fool will be all up in neteyam’s face talkin about some “just wait until i have y/n, she’s gonna be all mine mwahahaha”
- all neteyam had to do was hit him with the
“well when you do let me know how my dick tastes on both of her lips”
- safe to say that wannabe kept his distance…
he’s a certified pussy devouring god.
- he don’t care whenever or wherever it is
- if he wants to eat he’s gonna EAT.
- he’ll put you on the ground, rock, sand, table, chair, ceiling, bed, mat, against the door, air, upside down, on the side, bent over, in a handstand, in a split, etc
- he does NAWT care. like at all.
- he loves eating that wap
- he loves the taste and scent of you
- like it’s an actual addiction
- he loves giving and receiving
- definitely giving more tho
- the way you squirm around, grip his hair and let out those sexy moans you do every time he hits that spot
-there’s literally been times when he came untouched to just the sound of you while eating you out…
- he doesn’t give a fuck how many times you cum, if he’s not covered in your juices then he’s not done
if there was a reward for best dick ever neteyam easily got that
- now let’s be honest… are we shocked?
- nope! #bbc
- like everything else in his life that dick game is top tier
- he just KNOWS what to do with it
- you never worry about him not hitting those spots because he does every single time 😫
- he can’t help but laugh at how you act on it too
- the way you let out a breathy moan as he slides into you
- the way you throw your head back when he throws your leg over his shoulder to thrust deeper inside you
- the way you had tears streaming down your face when riding him because he felt so much bigger and deeper in that position
- the way you throw your hand behind you when he’s blowing your back out to get him to slow down only for him to slap your hand away
- yall know that audio that says “dear diary, it’s now day 16 without dick and im starting to lose hearing in my left eye and taste in my right”
- that’s how you feel every time you and neteyam spend sexual time apart
- yeah that dick is powerful.
the aftercare. omfg HIS aftercare.
- after neteyam rearranges all of your insides he immediately tends to you
- he basically teleports to get a wet towel to gently clean you up with
- he’s placing kisses all over your ENTIRE body
- he never shys away with showing you affection in or out of the bedroom and now is one of those times
- he’s nonstop telling you “i love you” “you’re so perfect” “my beautiful girl”
-now you know it’s the bare minimum BUT wait hear me out!
- he makes it feel like HEAVEN
- he massages parts of your body while soothing you in a calm tone
- “you did so good for me” “took me so well mama”
- like boy stop before we go for round 69
- you cry almost every time he lets you know how special you are to him
- he literally thanks you for giving your body to him because you have no obligation to do that and he feels lucky every time you open up for him
your head hit the makeshift pillow underneath you with a soft thud as you let out a moan of exhaustion
“that was so” you stopped mid sentence to gather your breath
you heard neteyam chuckle at you. you turned your head with a soft smile to look at him
“that good huh?” he smirked positioning himself to hold you
“yes” you blushed hiding your head in his chest
he smirked “I can tell, i got you shaking like crazy”
you lifted your head up to glare at him “alright now not too much..”
he laughed at you as always before kissing your head and laying you back down on his chest. the two of you just soaked in each other’s presence. one of the favorite parts of your day.
actually it was your favorite
as you listened to his heart beat, you felt it pick up like he was thinking about something to make his heart race
you traced hearts on his chest “you okay love?”
“yeah” he said after a while
“don’t lie to me” you slid your hand up and down his abs
he stiffened as you did that before speaking up
“i think i just fell more in love with you”
you froze
“no, i know i just fell more in love with you”
you lifted your head up to understand what he was talking about
“i just fell more in love with you too” you smiled
he smiled “you don’t understand how perfect you are. i swear i want this forever. you always make me feel at home, you are my home. you’re the reason my heart keeps beating. i couldn’t have asked eywa for a better woman. honestly i didn’t even have to ask, she just sent you to me. which is how i know we’re meant to be”
a tear fell down your eye as he moved the hair from out of your face
you jumped up to put your entire body over him
he let out a short laugh as he happily opened his arms for you to take you in. the two of you made eye contact
the type of eye contact that can make you fall in love all over again
“i love you” he gave you the most cutest face ever
“i love you more” your pupils dilated
that’s when a hard smack land on your ass
“OH HELL NAH”
“we talked about that”
you rolled your eyes
“roll em again and see what happens” he tightened his grip on your hips
“what are you gonna do?” you teased
“give you something that will really make your eyes roll back”
you giggled and placed kisses all over his face
“seriously though, i love you more”
“y/n stop fucking playing with me”
“what did i do?”
“you know what, i love YOU more”
“no”
“yes”
“NO”
“i can do this all night baby”
- and the two of you went back and forth for a while before you eventually gave up realizing neteyam wasn’t gonna let it go
- you let him think he was right even though you knew the truth
- men smh
- you both went to sleep cuddling and kissing all throughout the night
- you couldn’t have asked for a man better than neteyam sully because there simply wasn’t one.
THATS MY MANNNNNNNNNNN
okay so i thought this was a pretty cute and decent place to stop 🥹
in my next life i will be neteyam’s wife. idc what it takes.
these are some of MY headcanons, you don’t have to agree! but i would like to hear some of yours
should i do lo’ak next? 😜
love, liana
#neteyam x reader#neteyam smut#neteyam#neteyamsmut#neteyam x na'vi!reader#neteyam x y/n#neteyam x you#neteyam x metkayina!reader#neteyam x omaticaya!reader#neteyam x human#avatar the way of water#avatar#smut#headcanon#headcanons#neteyam sully#avatar smut#neteyam headcanons#atwow smut#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan
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where was that post talking about how some people have a condition that makes it harder for them to identify their emotions? y'all, ya don't need to use tone tags with me then. communication might be shitty and messy but I'm not gonna come to attack you about it. /srs info caring
long post :
some people have been blaming me for needing tone tags almost in every sentence, and or have straight up lied on their tone multiple times (not rly need to add that it took me a LOT of effort and analysing the context to straight up find that the tags and the conversation weren't going together)
have said how apparently using that form of disability support (or whatever the word is /gen, not s) is "stupid" and that they wouldn't "waste time writing tags again and again" /srs neg info
but if you're disabled in a form that specifically makes it harder for you to use tone tags then my bio note is not for you. /gen
and if you're fucking lying about having that disability or using it as an excuse to get away from accountability. I will find you. (probably too lazy to show up at ur house, but the thought is here) /neg
#disabled#autistic#autism#audhd#actually autistic#autistic adult#disability#my post#rant#lore#ig#/srs#sorry for the long rant#im tired of getting fucked over again and again#by ppl pretending to care#like the ONE thing i find that can finally help me with communication is used to ridicule me and against me#but if you have serious geniune problems with identifying emotions im not mad at ya./srs gen#emotions are hard#i know that first hard#long post
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Okay so we're at 623/1025 Pokemon done right now that's 60.78%, and did you know that each 1 (one) new unique crochet brings us .09% (NOT EVEN A /TENTH/ OF A PERCENT) closer to 100%. That's 402 more Pokemon to go (currently) (not including ones that have different variants/forms). That's so many. Whoa. Wow.
#text#mind boggled again about the numbers#because like. literally if there is one thing i want to do in my lifetime that i am one HUNDRED percent SURE of. it is this project#and i know that i can do it. it is a feasible task. gargantuan. monumental. long. tedious. but doable.#and also what the FUCK i have made over#SIX. HUNDRED??? OF THESE??#AGAIN NOT EVEN INCLUDING DIFFERENT FORMS#at some point i will make an extended sheet with the different forms counted out too#but i don't think i want to do that just now or on my own because oof that's gonna be an even biiiiigger number#but oh my god i am so in disbelief of my own self. how did i do this. how do i do this. how will i do this. what. what.#i know some of yall get tired of seeing these moments but just like. this is insane. im insane.#if i had just a single dollar for every one pokemon i have done. that would be over 600 dollars. i could get a nice treat with that.#i wish this was like in school where people would pledge a penny or something for every mile you walked/ran. except for my crochets.#why cant this literally be how i make a living. why cant the universe hook me up with that. universe do you hear me?? manifesting
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loving the toe scene discourse 2.0 i love having the same argument over and over again.
anyway the comment section on this reddit post pretty much sums up where im at with the leaked scene and with what we know abt s2:
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd s2 speculation#izzy hands#dizzy izzy#edward teach#ed teach#edward teach born on a beach#israel hands#txt#link#sc#og#mine#if this post is in the izcourse tag no it isnt u just dont know how to use tumblr#im not actually doing toe scene discourse 2.0 im too tired this time. i'll reblog shit but im not fucking getting into it.#i want to enjoy this show not fight over whether ed doing violent pirate things on a violent pirate show makes him evil#my prediction is that however they handle “redeeming” ed is not going to satisfy the ppl who are so fucking horrified#to find out that the guy who said he used to feed ppl their own toes for a laugh. is feeding a guy his own toes again#ed is going to do physical violence to izzy and the show is not going to spend its precious 4 hours of screentime#dedicated to an extensive storyline about ed earning izzy's forgiveness. it's just not. sorry.
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sending u so much love jude <3 and a cup of tea ☕
thank you, i feel a bit better this morning than last night but i’m pacing myself
#i was just crying over transphobia again and how im tired of transphobes ive dealt with basically getting let off with a slap on the wrist#while i have to deal with it forever#and my mom was like. ‘all those guys who harassed you over the years scared the shit out of you and yet they would die if they stepped out#of the house wearing fishnets with a beard and yet you do it every single day’ and she’s.. right#transphobia is an act of cowardice and transition is an act of extreme bravery and im sick of being scared of fucking losers
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Gave myself psychic damage making plot points, so there's that.
#spazzcat barks#delete later#i think we all know rns is going to (eventually) have some very intense sads in it#was really stewing on how i wanted to convey that on the drive home and made myself cry#[this is not as dramatic as it sounds i cry often]#what WAS dramatic is when i cry my eyes burn horrendously#and if im super tired they will burn and all nearby lights will get a corona that makes it hard to see#anyway the embarrassment of making yourself so emotional over your own stupid fic#that you have to pull over on the side of the highway and wait on your self destructing eyes to work again#>_< the blorbos are not that important calm the fuck down <- they say bitterly as they wait on their vision to clear
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semester is almost over. im dying
#my oc#rune#mori#i have a project due tomorrow and its finally scared me back into drawing#even though i should be working on this project but im SO SO SO TIRED#i went on an outing like 2 weeks ago the same week that i walked everywhere cause i was desperately#trying to get my taxes done but thats a different story but the point is i was walking a lot and i went on an outing where i stood all day#and then i had to go to class the very next day thinking i was fine but i wasnt.#and that same day after i walked across the city because i absolutely had to pick a thing up. i think the same week i met up with my mom#a couple of times but i was walking the whole way there. my point is that for 2 weeks straight i have been rigorously walking everywhere#and on my feet all the time with little breaks in between and my feet fucking hurt man#i need this semester to be OVER i need to sleep for a MONTH#but i cant because i have to scrape together SOME of this project and finals are next week#this class this project is for fucking sucks. all semester ive been teetering the line between pass and fail#and its not even my fucking fault. im so burnt out so i dont want to do this project. but i might fail if i dont#i need to at least demo it but i have like. one thing done and i dunno what to tell my TA about i#how do i tell my TA and prof that everything is too much for me so i absolutely could work on this project#my laptop is broken so im afraid to use it. the server kept going down last month so i was afraid to use that#so many stupid little things keep piling up and i'd sound really weird trying to explain why i cant do my work#because my desk is on the floor and it makes me really sad so no i cant do my hw. my fave candy has red40 in it so i had to stop eating it#but now i cant do my work because i was using it to help me focus on my hw. LIFE SUCKS BRO#anyway whatever happens. i cant wait to play video games again
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every race weekend ferrari is like "yeah we use this race as a learning experience so we don't make the same mistake again" and then next week happens and they have 9 new and different learning experiences
#i am so tired i am genuinely exhausted i cannot even imagine having to sit on their fucking garage#listening to these people who do not make any sense next time i need charles to blow it up idgaf#its just so tiring reading the same interviews over and over again from different people on the garage#and they all say the exact same thing and the months go by and the script doesn't change and you have to wonder if he really is wasting /it/#doing the hate at 8 am on a monday like im getting paid to sit here LMFAO k i gtg to class see u guys later or not idk#scuderia ferrari
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it's actually so devastating that the first boy i ever loved and who loved me back was struggling with addiction and self harm and depression when we were together and like. it was never going to happen and we were never going to make it, despite my neverending hope that it would.
#and now im never going to love anyone again bc i wont survive it#i almost k*lled myself like three times after we broke up#and then when we got back into contact and i got closure i still ruined it with my overeagerness#and i landed myself in a fucking psych ward#so yea i dont think i can ever try to love anyone else again it's too dangerous and im going to have to be alone for the rest of my life#and im just sitting here bitter and tired bc my sister and my cousin will always choose their boyfriends over me#im always going to be the one left behind and i just need to accept it#while theyre moving in with their boyfriends and growing up and getting to do adult things ill just be stuck living in my moms house foreve#bc i dont think ill ever get better to the point that i could have those things too
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some dante doodles that i havent put up here yet
#ive been very busy and very tired from trying to finish school work that im late to submitting...#and i think its showing in these doodles a lot lmao.....#anyway <33 im fucking exhausted i cant wait when im free again so i can get some actual rest#devil may cry#dante(dmc)#forgor that i did that last sketch a few days ago too and added it in after i wrote the pev tags.#now it looks out of place. but its fine <333#im going to bed enjoy ur food#cw // blood#(its actually him eating pizza in a fucked up way and getting sauce all over himself#but it looks like blood so i'll just tag that#dont ask where that came from ive been having conversations abt stuff on twitter and itd take too long to explain)#(hes just a little insane i think we'll leave it at that)#allyart
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