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I had like 3 hours sleep last night cos it’s so fuckn hot in our apartment, it doesn’t even cool down at night, I have a hedache from hell and I’m stuck at work for the next 5 hours when I could be watching VegasPete instead SOMEONE SAVE ME *makes whale noises*
#it's been a fuckn night#geezzzzzzzzzzzz#i feel like i haven't slept at all#my brain is mush#i am such a whiny bitch#haha#can i go home tho?#AND I MISS BIBLE ANDBUILD SO MUCH CAN WE HAVE A PIC TODAY PLEASE OR IM GONNA CRY#personal
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really enjoying whatever the fuck true detective: night country has going on ngl
#this is some dyatlov pass the terror top of the lake the thing mishmash fuckery and i'm living for it#HBO said ben you've been a good boy we're gonna give u some fucked up shit in the snow <3 AND THEY DID <3#no idea where the fuck this is gonna go but i'm here for the ride#esp. after that fuckn. mini-carcosa in the frozen trailer YO DUDE TELL ME MORE WHAT THE FUuuuuuuuck#true detective night country
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having (non-decaf) coffee for the first time since the hospital bc I wanted to wait a week/til I felt nowmal before having any caffeine and then waited even longer out of an abundance of caution, so I should be fine right? idk why I'm still nervous tho
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・❥・lesbian wangxian reccs ・❥・
ao3topships poll gate made me realize there are hundreds nay thousands of u who dont know abt lesbian wangxian ?? that’s so sad can i proselytize u real quick
mimilamp cinematic universe (the ppl’s mcu)
sorry for starting this list with a whole author catalog. as if it's my fault!! these gave me covid. no listen mimilamp fics have feverish lesbian angst levels of hot horny despair that could paralyze a large forest animal. and on a sentence level it's just stunning. messy dykes fumbling toward love confessions while making emotionally insane choices and the sex scenes fuckn bang ??? god is real
good, good - 13.5k E
Wei Ying has two broken wrists and now she needs Lan Zhan to help her do stuff (jerk off)
here’s a story - 46k E
Wei Ying reluctantly joins her recently-dumped best friend, Lan Zhan, on a couples' holiday retreat. Snow! Drinks! Truth or dare! There's a s-s-s-single bed! You'll never guess what happens next.
out of your system - 20k E
“Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.” // Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.
exposure therapy - 14k E
Wei Ying clambered up from the floor, put the joint on the corner of the night stand, announced, “Exposure therapy,” and got into Lan Zhan’s bed. // Lan Zhan doesn't like to be touched, Wei Ying likes to touch.
know no one else - 20k E
Lan Zhan moves out, Wei Ying's boyfriend moves in. Six months later, Lan Zhan visits, they go to a party, and Wei Ying has something to tell her.
74243
this author should be studied in a lab bc these 2 fics ruined my life. a pulitzer prize short fic with immaculate tone followed by the fuck nastiest shit you will ever read. "wei ying swipes right" still a top 3 bar of all time re: fic summaries. like people died.
chef’s kiss - 6.5k E
Wei Ying said, “You know, in some ways I’m kind of depressed. I took your biggest dick on my first try. Now I don’t have anything to build up to.”
“There are bigger ones available,” Lan Zhan said lazily. “I can pay for express shipping.” // (Lan Zhan works the late shift.)
pull out game weak - 22.7k E
Wei Ying swipes right.
plonk
this is the only fic in many ways. dyke nmj's mustache academy award winning breakout role. possessive hot dyke lwj. the sentence "don't knot her you freak." have u ever seen a group chat get rabies in real time. the slut rot breached containment. it was a public health crisis. it brought back horny cinema. cultural reset.
good friends - 11.5k E
“I could invite her over for when the game’s done,” Nie Mingjue offers.
Lan Zhan hums, considering it.
They do that sometimes. Take omegas down together.
occultings
will i ever get tired of -wwx thinks she's straight and wants to practice being gay with sadsack lwj who is like sure im in love with u and this will cause me psychic damage but mayhaps that's the cost of being homiesexual--? no i dont get tired of the classics it's called taste
give me one good honest kiss - 25k E
The text keeps flashing over and over in Lan Zhan's head like the bulb lights on a marquee. They’d been talking about homework directly before that, swapping notes on music theory in the baroque period. Then, like a fork of lightning out of a clear blue sky: wanna practice kissing? 😚 // Wei Ying suggests an arrangement. Lan Zhan, in love, deals.
saltyfeathers
ok so like sure it's ill advised to get your cartilage pierced at claire's but if you wanted the experience of participating in deranged hysteric behavior that kinda bangs in a badgood way? well then.
the mall that has it all - 8k E
She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.”
Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?”
or;
mall goth au
#just thought abt mimilamp “baby are you happy” and almost walked into traffic#wangxian fic rec#lesbian wangxian#mdzs#the untamed#cql#femslash#wlw wangxian#mimilamp#74243#plonk#occultings#saltyfeathers
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“unbearable?” ✿.｡*
— frank zhang x fem!reader
Summary: When Frank confesses his love to you, the reaction he gets from you is not what he expected, as you have always thought that he hated you.
warnings: none, just language
a/n: welcome to my first frank blurb, he's so fuckn cute. i love him. sorry if it's very weird.
— I like you— As soon as that sentence ended, your ears felt empty and your skin bristled. Your mind started working a thousand times faster, but all you managed was to let out a silly snort.
That was enough for Frank to take two steps back; he wished he could jump to another continent at that very moment, to a place where no one would ever see him again, especially you. All those nights he stayed awake practicing his confession seemed to have been in vain, even the talks with Piper on how to treat you. Everything seemed to have simply gone down the stupid toilet.
Unintentionally, both of you fell into silence. Each had an expression that the other would have mocked if not for the situation. Your tongue failed you, but you began to murmur and shake your head.
— Frank, this is not funny.
The boy opened his eyes and also started shaking his head, totally confused by your accusation. How could you think he was joking about his feelings? But above all, what gnawed at him inside was, what had Frank done to make you think that way? He had no fucking idea.
—Excuse me?— He whimpered. It wasn't his intention, but his heart was breaking, and you were rubbing it in the dust with every expression you made.
It surprised you; after your words, you expected him to give you that strange look and leave in silence with a mocking laugh. Why? Because that was practically what Frank always did.
From your perspective, the son of Mars always seemed tired of you. No matter what you tried, he always brushed you off with strange glances, furrowed brows, and a completely tense body.
Remember that time you bought him a bear-shaped ice pop because it reminded you of him? You recall how happy you were searching for him to give it to him, “he will love it,” you thought, “with this, I can get closer to him,” you believed, but when you could hand him the gift…
“Thank you,” he said, without any damn expression on his face. His shoulders completely stiff and his brow deeply furrowed. He quickly walked away from you after finishing the sentence, and you didn't see him again in the evening.
On that occasion and many more, you had no doubt, Frank couldn't stand you.
And how wrong you were. Frank was just holding back the urge to laugh like an idiot in front of you, to not sweat excessively or make any exaggerated movements that would give away his feelings for you. You misinterpreted everything, while he thought he was being gentle with you and slowly connecting the dots to be more than just your friend.
Frank had the best strategy in mind to win you over, but apparently, of all his plans and strategies, that one had not been successful other than making you think he hated you. Someone bury him alive!
— It's not funny — you repeated, popping your thoughts, and looked around. There were small arrangements in the park, some lights, and a blanket folded over a picnic basket. That made you doubt.
—I'm not joking —he took a step towards you. If you didn't reciprocate, it was fine, he would cry later, but he had to make it clear. He couldn't leave things like that.
— You are — you accused, and he started to despair.
— No! I like you! Isn't it obvious?
You huffed.
— Well, it's not! You hate me! Wasn't that obvious?
— No! —He complained exasperatedly.
Both sighed and looked at each other in silence with doubt. You started to tremble, the night was approaching, and the air was getting cold. You just wanted to go back to your cabin, but things weren't getting any better. You wished you could bite your tongue and not have reacted that way. What if Frank was serious, what chances did that leave you? Your stomach began to twist, and you let out a small groan.
— So do you like me?
Frank's cheeks started to turn pink, and his stuttering made you feel guilty. Damn it, damn it, damn it. What were you missing out on?
— Frank— You called him, and he started stuttering even faster. You feared he might turn into a swarm of bees and run away. — FRANK
The boy felt a drop of sweat running down his back, his breathing quickened. He never thought things would turn out this way. He let out a groan, clenched his hands.
— YES, I LIKE YOU — Pop. And he turned into a bear. Typical.
You opened your eyes wide and let out a laugh, then two, which turned into a fit of laughter. Frank was dying of embarrassment, but he decided to stay in that form. Maybe you would leave, and he could hide for the rest of his life, but you kept laughing.
Things got complicated, turned strange, but you knew you had to talk about it no matter what. How did you feel about Frank? You weren't sure because you never had the chance to define it, but he seemed sweet, very attentive.
Maybe deep down you always wanted his attention, that's why you tried to connect with him so many times.
You inhaled and exhaled, after the last laughs, Frank had sat on his bear's hindquarters, and you sat on the grass. The lights he had apparently set up finally shone in the darkness, resembling fireflies. You looked at him in his brown fur.
— I thought you hated me… — you sighed. — I had no idea, Frank… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you with my reaction.
He let out a growl, you never wished so much to understand bear language. Without hesitation, you stroked his head.
— Frank… — You called him a bit more insistently, and the son of Mars transformed again. His pale face was illuminated by the small lights, shyness still evident in him. Your hand ended up on the boy's forearm, but you didn't remove it. On the contrary, you tightened your grip, catching his attention.
— I was very naive, I thought I was making it clear that I liked you — You let out another giggle and hugged yourself when another gust of wind blew against both of you. Frank didn't hesitate for two seconds and took off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You thanked him with a glance, and he smiled.
—That's one of the few smiles you've given me… I always saw you very tense or serious around me. I stopped trying to engage with you…
This caused a pang in Frank's chest, and he gently shook his head.
—I should have tried harder.— It was your turn to shake your head. You wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault or give him encouragement, but you saw a better opportunity.
You walked over to the basket and tightened the jacket around your shoulders to keep it from falling when you picked it up. You lifted it into the air.
— Did you have something planned? — You inquired with a raised eyebrow, making Frank blush. It made a knot form in your stomach, but this time with a better feeling. You weren't blind; you always knew he was terribly handsome.— We can mend this lack of communication. What better way than with something you created?
Frank nodded and walked towards you. He crouched to pick up the blanket and took the basket from your hands.—Let me do it.
You let him. As he set up the picnic, you felt anxious.
— Frank, I didn't really answer you…— He looked up at you and shrugged it off, but you ignored it. — And I won't until you've set up enough picnics to convince me.
He noticed your smile and the way you swayed as you spoke, with your hair flowing and his jacket covering your body. Damn, Frank would become the best fucking picnic expert if it meant increasing his chances with you.
#frank zhang#frank zhang x reader#frank zhang x y/n#pjo hoo toa#frank zhang x you#heroes of olympus#percy jackson
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I know you tend to like Skybound most out of all the seasons, but I finally found a blog about Ninjago that doesn’t try to shy away from the more mature themes and I desperately need to talk about the fact that Morro (who died at like fifteen) is drinking alcohol in Lloyd’s body. Like there isn’t any single way that this would be considered okay! Morro would have been too young to drink when he was alive and Lloyd was around the same age physically. The only thing that you could argue is that Morro died a long time ago so now he would be considered way older than fifteen. But that means nothing when you add Lloyd into the equation! Also, the night watchman! We never see him again and last we see of him, he’s alone in a room with Morro who is possessing Lloyd’s body. He was the only witness to something Morro was trying to keep a semi-secret. If Morro used Lloyd’s body to actually kill people, that adds a whole new layer of trauma.
Oh they did that, I also think about it sometimes.
“It’s implied” in the situation meaning yeah it was but we can try to deny it still.
And you are correct, it’s messed up.
He was already controlling Lloyd, a trauma I rarely seen go into depth the way I wanna read. He lost FULL bodily autonomy, none of his actions were his own and he must watch Morrow use his strength to hurt the people he loves.
Just eating would be enough for me to get pissed. Like how fuckn dare you put something in my body. But Morrow intoxicated an unwilling minor. That happened.
Huh.
And yes, Morrow is supposed to have been around the ninjas age when he died, drinking alcohol should not be something he can say “it’s been a while” about and has troubling implications for him and his already troubled past. (Though, he’s definitely old enough by the time he intoxicated Lloyd)
I’ll Have to look into the night watchman thing I think he was seen in a different scene? But if he hasn’t been seen since, Morro killing could be a good theory.
Mmm yes I “like” skybound. I do like thinking about mature themes I know some people really don’t like people “ruining” kids shows but please THEY PUT IT THERE. Also I am wholesome and kid friendly ALL DAY for work I LOVE my job but I let myself be 18 so you will suffer my Lego angst here.
#ninjago#cw alcohol#tw alchohol mention#tw alcohol#ninjago possession#ninjago morro#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#ninjago angst#oli asks#absolutely come over to bug me with angst
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⁂Meet the parents⁂(Steven grant x f!AA! reader)
Summary: reader takes Steven to finally meet her parents for dinner and has to prepare him for what her family is like
Warnings: slightly cursing most likely, a little angst if u squint, black trauma
A/n: this is intended to be a female/feminine and African American reader so just a heads up! I've been thinking about writing smth like this for a while now
A/n2: this is honestly so fuckn long and I'm so sorry LOL
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"Now I have to warn you, my family is a bit...much." You both sat in the car in front of your parents house. The car was turned off so you were both is a weirdly comfortable silence. As much as you loved your family it was always rough bringing people to meet them as they always scared them away by being too loud or gossiping a bit too much. But Steven insisted on meeting them, even after your constant warnings.
"Your family can't possibly be that bad, love. I think you're just being a bit of a scaredy cat." Steven raised his eyebrows at you and tapped your nose playfully. You rolled your eyes and smiled a bit. He never met your family personally, he just knew the little stories that you would tell him that you remembered from your childhood. You closed your eyes and sighed softly "I'm not scared I have nothing to be scared of. It's just..." it was hard to tell him straight up that black families are a lot different from other families "they have their many differences to say the least, and I'm not even sure if it's just my mom and dad there or if they invited my cousi-." Cutting you off, your phone rang violently. It was your mother. Hesitantly you picked it up and placed it on speaker.
"When you gon' get here? This food gon get cold now." Your mother questioned, the pots and pans clattering in the background. "We're actually just looking for parking mama, we'll be there soon don't worry." You looked over at Steven with a nervous expression. "Aight now don't be making me wait for you and you bringing company ova to my damn house.. " You rolled your eyes at your mother's comment. "I'm not mama, I'll see you in a few." And before you could say anything else she had hung up. You sighed loudly once again and placed your head on the steering wheel. "I guess we shouldn't keep her waiting, might ring you again." Steven said softly. "Don't worry, this night will so swimmingly. " You smiled at his vocabulary and opened your car door. "Let's get this over with."
Soon enough you were knocking on the front door. Your mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts of what could happen throughout the night. "And when you're speaking to any adult just say yes or no sir or ma'am, you will quickly be called disrespectful. " You rushed out any last warnings to Steven at the door. Surprisingly he was the more calm one for once. "Breathe. I've got it. Besides,im always respectful." Just after he finished the door swung open and you both were greeted by your mother, wearing her good blouse and church shoes. "There's my baby! Come in, both of ya! " Your mother let you in and closed the door behind you. The house was exactly how it was after you moved out. That yellow-orange tint to the lighting and brown cabinets and floors. The scent of homemade food traveled through the whole house.
"Ray! Get in here, your daughter and her lil friend are here!" You'd forgotten what her yelling sounded like after so many years. She knew Steven was your boyfriend but still denys it, especially your father. You watched your father hobble into the living room with his patterned button up shirt and glistening bald head. "Though you had forgot about us, so busy thinking you grown and allat." You smiled and shook your head. You looked over at Steven at seen him picking his nails and examining the old house."Mama, dad. This is Steven." He finally looked at your parents after hearing his name and gave a small smile, sticking out his hand for them to shake. "Happy to finally meet you both,I've heard so many nice things about you." Your mom chuckled and shook his hand "Good things huh? Back then we were such awful parents to her apparently, couldn't wait to get out and live her own grown ass life." You smiled out of embarrassment "Mama I never said that at all." She put a hand on your back "Come, let's get to what y'all really came for, that good food. "
After a while of getting settled and your mom blurtting out your business to everyone, you all finally sat down in the to eat in living room. You had a kitchen and dining room, of course, but your mother would have lost her head if anyone got food in the dining room. Steven had helped your mother pass out the plates as you stayed and talked with your father on the couch.
"So tell us a lil bit about yo self, Steven. What's yo last name?" He felt his face get warm from embarrassment, "Grant, miss." Your mother turned to you with an eyebrow raise, "think you got a cousin with that name, think they up there with the Lord now though." Your eyes widened as she continued to eat as if nothing happened. "So what do you do for work, son? " Your father finally chimed in to speak after almost eating half his plate. You looked at Steven as he looked at you as well. You knew how this was going to end. "I used to work at a gift shop at a museum but I got um, fired.Sir." You saw him look down at his plate and tried to eat to distract himself from your parents reactions. "Don't be letting him use you for yo money, girl. Don't be hangin' 'round no bums." "He is not a bum, mama! How and why would you even say that?" You quickly shut down your mothers disrespectful comments. "Don't be getting smart with me girl! I can still whoop yo ass at yo grown age, don't phase me none." Your father placed a hand on your mothers shoulder, "Not in front of company, Jeanine." "I don't give a damn, Ray. I don't want my daughter with a bum. Ian saying that he is, I'm just lettin' her know to remember that."
You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your anger and you look over at Steven. He had his chin almost to his chest as he picked at his plate of food to distract himself from the argument happening in front of him. You grabbed his hand from under the table, causing him to pick his head up. "Wanna head out?" You whispered to him. He hesitated before he shook his head no,"I can handle it.." You pressed your lips together and squeezed his hand tightly. "Ok mama, I get it. Can we at least try and act presentable?" She shrugged and continued eating her food. "You watch football? Basketball? Anything like that?" Your father knew bringing up sports would annoy your mother, but it was better than the constant arguing. "No sir, I'm uh more of a cricket person myself." Steven gave him a small shy smile. "Ahh" he exclaimed "I just noticed you had that lil accent, where you from son?" "England, sir. I moved here about a year or two ago.Been trying to pick up on the american slang, so many different words."
Steven and your father talked for a few while you and your mother sat in silence. You didn't wanna say anything, the slightest thing said to you by her would be considered disrespectful and get the black slapped off you. She was silent until she suddenly let out a weird comment. "You know them British didn't like us black folks, we was slaves to them back in the day." Your eyes widened as she continued to talk "Had to follow what they said. Yo great grandmother was a slave to those British people until she was finally a free woman and had yo grandma, may her soul rest in peace." She drew the cross across her chest and pointed towards the sky. Your face was so scrunched up you almost couldn't see. Why would she bring that up, especially in front of company? It was like she wanted to embarrass you. Ever since Steven said he got fired your mother has been slick with her comments and disrespectful remarks. And of course, your father fails to do anything. You had to go home.
"You know what, it's actually getting pretty late. Think we should start heading out, he's got that job interview tomorrow." That last part was a lie, but you know your parents believed it. You just wanted to get out of there. "Lemme wrap that food up for y'all then, bring me yo' plates." Your father grabbed the plates and headed into the kitchen. Your mother didn't do anything but continue eating, not looking up once. It was like the memories from your childhood started to flood back to you just standing there. Steven took the 2 plates that your father had placed in a bag and shook his hand "Pleasure meeting you both, sir. Have a wonderful evening." Your father smiled and went to hug you. "Bye baby, sorry about your mother." You gave a fake smile to him and hugged him back before finally walking out the door. You didn't say anything until you finally got into the car and put your hands in your head.
"I'm sorry, love." Steven said quietly, placing the food on the floor of the car. "I should have insisted on meeting your family so much,this would have never happened." You felt your eyes began to sting as you quickly blinked them away. You removed your hands and shook your head, "Just wish she would change.Nothing changed since I left." You grabbed your keys and started the car before finally driving home in silence, thinking about your mother.
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#marvel#moon knight headcanon#moon knight#steven grant#moon knight x reader#steven grant headcanon#moonknight#moon knight comics#marc spector#steven grant imagine#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#black reader
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can you do a fic about Oliver Boy from NSB, where the reader is sister with any of the other members like Regie or Justin you can pick, where she comes to LA and moves in with them since she will be attending collage in LA it was just easier for her to move in with them. So Oliver takes a liking to her but from the start Regie/Justin (her brother) made it clear that she was off limits. But when her and Sebastian start getting close as in a best friend way since they are the same age and have similar interest, Oliver starts getting jealous then they get into a argument since she been giving her the cold shoulder. And during the argument Oliver kisses her and confesses and she tells him that she also likes him.
Jealousy Jealousy - OM
paring - Oliver Moy x Macalino!Reader
summary- Its been a couple months since you moved to LA and moved in with your older brother Regie Macalino and his rowdy friends.
warning- make out and cursing (all i can think of)
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Day you moved in
"And this is Oliver." Regie said as he introduced me to his friends. Once I made eye contact with Oliver I felt everything stop like it was just me and him in the room.
He smiled and said "Hi I'm Oliver Moy." I smiled back and said Hi.
Then Regie spoke up and said "Well with the introductions out of the way, she's off limits" I turned around and punched his arm "Shut up Regie."
Present time
I went into the kitchen finding Sebastian "Hey Seb wanna go get some frozen yogurt with me" I smiled at him.
He chuckled "Alright alright just give me a sec and go get my wallet."
"No problem I will go wait for you in the living room"
I went into the living room and saw Oliver on his phone, my face started to heat up. "Hey Oli me and Seb are going to get frozen yogurt wanna come with."
He looked up from his phone "No I'm busy" he said coldly." H e got up And started to go up stairs and lastly said "Plus I don't want to be a fuckn third wheel on your date."
I was trying to hold back my tears and that when Sebastian came down. "Woah what happened." I wiped my tears "Nothing um lets go."
Once we arrived at yourgrtland. "Seb do you know if Oli is mad at me or something?" He gave me a weird look "Y/N Oli will be anything but mad at you if anyting he's inlov-."
"Uh um he's not mad at you he's maybe stress cause of the music vide, ignore him."
"If you say so." I said as I kept eating the frozen yogurt.
Once we arrived I went up stairs to my room to work on some homework. I was about to enter my room when I was Oliver. I smiled at him. "Hey Oli"
But all he said was walk past me and ignored me. I took a deep breath and went to my room. And it went on like that for like 2 weeks.
Oliver would keep his conversation to minimal or no communication at all ignoring me and just keeping his distance. The more he ignored me the more my heart breaks.
I couldn't talk about it with Regie so i confined in Sebastian I consider with my best friend even though I'm crazy in love with his brother he's always there to listen and give me advice.
I was in the kitchen making some popcorn for me and Seb since we were going to have a movie night and I saw Oliver walk in and thought of give it another chance to talk with him.
"Hey Oli, me and Seb are having a movie night. Want to join us? I have pop corn."I said holding out the bowl of pop corn.
And again he coldly said "No"
I slamed he bowl on the counter making him freeze.
"Okay Oliver what the fuck is your problem."
"Nothing is my problem, I just don't want to watch a stupid movie with you and my brother." he said back coldly.
"No not just about the movie, you been like this for week. Tell me what I did."
He just rolled his eyes about to leave again until I spoke out again.
If you hate me and don't want to be friends with me just tell me that. If you don't want me around just tell me and I will happily move out." I said tears falling down.
His faced soften can came up to me grabbing my face pulling it close to his . "I'm sorry" he let a few tears falling and kisses my forehead then looking into my eyes
"I could never hate you" he started to kiss all over my face "Im sorry Im sorry, I" he paused for a minute looking away
I pulled him to look at me. "What happened Oli"
He look a deep breath
"I got jealous okay, I'm jealous of you and Sebastian and how close you both are . I hate the thought of two being together because I'm crazy in love with you. From the first moment we met I fell for you. And I acted so stupid"
I quickly pulled him into a deep kiss and he quickly kissed back.
"You are stupid a big stupid idiot"
"Stupid because why would you think I wouldn't feel the same way." I said in between kisses
He deepened the kiss and pulled up to kiss onto the counter and went in between my legs. He went down to kiss my neck.
I giggled and put my hands on my hair. He came and pulled me into another kiss. We were in our own world when we heard someone.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK!" We both turned and saw Regie standing there. We both froze and didn't know what to say.
The silence was broken by Sebastian "Yo Y/N what taking you so long. Woah what going on".
"I will tell you what going Oliver is all up on my little sister, didn't I make it clear she was off limits" he yelled.
I got off the counter "Listen here Reginald, you are my older brother and I love you and respect you opinion but you can't decided who I date or not. I love Oli and I want to be with him"
Oliver hugged me from behind. And spoke up "Listen man Im sorry but I love her so much."
Regie stopped for a moment and turned about to leave and stopped "Just don't kiss in front of me and stuff its weird.
I rolled my eyes and saw Regie leave. I turned around and about to give Oliver another kiss.
"This was 100% better than the movie" Seb said while eating the popcorn
A/N- Kissing Booth drops tonight. Don't forget to give it a listen and stream it when it drops
#northstarboys#nsb#nsbxreader#regie macalino#sebastian moy#oliver moy#olivermoy x reader#olivermoyxreader#olivermoyimagines#north star boys
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Howl’s Moving Castle
Spoilers!!
So, I finished Howl’s Moving Castle (the novel) last night, and now I’ve been up since 4am going through the tags on tumblr. I saw someone say that in Howl’s Moving Castle, both Sophie and Howl are the beauty, and they both are the beast. It got me thinking.
This novel beautifully subverts two tropes: the Beauty and the Beast trope (girl goes to scary castle housing legendary monster and falls in love) AS WELL AS the Princess and the Frog trope (Wherein Sophie is the cursed and Howl is the princess longing for true love).
Beauty and the Beast
So, I’ll be the first to admit that this trope isn’t normally for me. I absolutely understand its appeal. But it’s not for me. But this novel turns it on its head so delightfully I love it.
What is different about Howl’s Moving Castle is, first of all, the girl doesn’t go to the big scary castle against her will. She isn’t a tribute or sacrifice, and she doesn’t go there to free a kidnapped loved one. Nothing is coerced.
This hat shop girl literally forces her way into the home of this terrifying beast (who kills girls and takes their hearts, mind you, oh and has a fire demon) because she wants to sit by the fire. Then she bullies him into letting her stay. It was hilarious as shit.
Secondly, he’s not a dick or emotionally abusive to her. He’s just annoying lmao. He just has normal flaws!! They are comedic in contrast to his reputation and appearances. This supposed terrifying man, this lothario who seduces women, is emotionally needy, melodramatic, vain, and he avoids his problems rather than confronting them. His house is messy, and it’s not even a castle, it’s an illusion.
The descriptions of his tantrums are so fuckn funny and you just know...this comes from a place of experience and affection on the part of the author. And yes, in an interview, the author said that she didn’t need to invent Howl’s dramatics when he got a cold, that’s just what her husband (a medievalist/academic) acted like when he was sick. She was like...I just watched him and wrote it all down.
Another comment I saw in a tag of a tumblr post was someone saying...why do you guys like this guy (Howl)? He’s a mess!
Yes! And that’s the point! His fake castle, his hair dye, his fake reputation, it is all just a slightly heightened version of what we all are. We all project a front. We curate our image. (Can you IMAGINE how insufferable Howl would be if he had instagram???) We all have insecurities, and we all sometimes want more attention and validation than we get.
Sometimes we all want to dramatically slink around the house going ‘oh woe is me, I need a bit of attention’. And so we smile when we see Howl just go for it lmao at least I do. Because of course, despite working overtime to seem more perfect than we are, we all just want to be loved for who we authentically are.
So then of course as Sophie gets to know the real Howl, she also finds out that he is kind. He undercharges poor people for spells, he takes in an orphan and an old lady looking for a rest, and he is very protective of his fire demon, and judges people based on how nice they are to Calcifer.
And again, that’s the whole point. We humans are bundles of kind, squishy hearts, as well as flaws. And we all work overtime putting up images, but in the end, we just want to love and be loved both for our good points, and our absurd, stupid, vulnerabilities and flaws. We want to find value in the soggy human condition.
The Princess and the Frog (where in Howl is the princess and Sophie is the frog)
So, Sophie is cursed into a shape that will (according to fairy tale villain logic) prevent her from finding love. And since the character is a girl, and this book has emotional intelligence, that shape is not a frog, it is an old woman. Women are still valued by society primarily for youth, fertility, and beauty, and are put out to the pasture of invisibility and irrelevance when we get our first crow’s feet. This ‘should’ have been (if Sophie bought into all that) the end of her life, so to speak.
But the absolutely amazing thing is, being an old woman turns out to be Sophie’s secret weapon, her path to self actualization. It gives her strength and courage. She is like...oh, old women can get away with just saying whatever they feel. Oh, people have to be nice to me. And she just gains all of this confidence. Maybe too much! Lol She gets pushier and nosier and more stubborn.
Sophie has flaws too! But Howl falls in love with her too, and again in the theme of genuine love and inner beauty, he falls in love with her just like she is. He knows she is under a spell but he doesn’t know what she ‘really’ looks like. He just falls in love with who she is.
It’s like the polar opposite of the Little Mermaid (Disney version). In that movie, Ariel loses her voice, and the prince has to get to know her in the silence. In Howl’s Moving Castle, Sophie’s voice is amplified by her curse. She just comes tromping into his house, shouting at him. And he loves her for it.
Howl needs her honesty and her clear eyed assessments. He loves that she is protective of his found family (Calcifer and Michael). (They become her family too.) And, despite her complaining, she is very protective of Howl as well. She even goes to save the woman she thinks he loves, even though she is unbearably jealous.
And in the end, his love doesn’t break the spell. Sophie herself lets go of her ‘disguise’. Her elderly persona has become the armor that she wears to give her courage and strength. It is like assistance, or an aid to her personal growth, and when she grows strong enough on her own to make the choices she wants to make, (love Howl, embrace her magic, choose her own place in life) she lets go of it.
Another subversion to the Princess and the Frog is that Howl is the princess. I just love the gender fuckery of it all. Howl is the one who yearns for true love and relentlessly pursues it. It is Howl who wears jewelry, who primps, and who colors his hair.
Men are told that if they enjoy anything associated with the feminine, then they are not men. I hate that. I want people to be able to express their gender however they see fit in their individual ways. So to have Howl be aggressively vain and embrace the trappings of femininity and for him to also be loved and the hero, Idk I just really like that.
Sure, in the end, the fact that he rushes out to save her without doing his hair is a sign that he’s truly in love. But that’s just because he prioritized her wellbeing over his beauty routine that day to save her life. He doesn’t stop being Howl. You get the idea that he’s still gonna be traipsing around in dangly earrings and flashy suits for the foreseeable future. I’ve noticed that on tumblr, the bisexuals have embraced him and Sophie, which is right and good.
So yeah, I love the trope subversions and the idea that we can be messy, flawed, human beings and find humor, nobility, and love in that. All of us. Even princess wizards and even (if you can believe it) eldest daughters.
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Can I get the whole hog for Wilton Rader pls
Oh man...the og...
I have been so evil to this poor guy and i will do it again
OC lore for the poster boy of suffering below:
^ This is Wilton Rader (late 20s & mid 50s respectively)
✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?
Wil here was the first victim of my 'W' name obsession
I didn't wanna give him a "boring" name like William, so I looked up variants that 'Wil' could be a nickname for + Wilton won
last name (Rader) was picked bc together his name means 'Wheelmaker Who Lives by the Stream' & it felt like a nice little easter egg foreshadowing his retirement
🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)
As of the Dead Wood storyline, he's in his mid-late 60s
🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?
Walt!! They met after being recruited for a demonic civil war neither really wanted to take part in. They became nearly inseparable over the course of The War, but Wilton still had a hard time coming to terms with how he really felt. He was only able to admit his love for Walt many many years later, when he thought the world was about to end. your typical mlm confession
🍕 - What is their favorite food?
Being the only member of his family that can't feed off of intangible emotions, he's forced himself to learn how to cook and is pretty good at it!
He's got terrible food anxiety regarding red meats, so he uses fish and eggs instead - he loves making quiches!
💼 - What do they do for a living?
Wilton is a woodworker! He goes into town every so often to sell his wares; anything from bed frames and cabinets to mini wooden sculptures
🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?
Wilton likes to spend his free time reading, or at least practicing.
He never got the chance to go to school, so never learned to do it in his youth; a fact that he's embarrassed of but will never admit.
🎯 -What do they do best?
He insists his only talent is whittling & carving and will fervently refute anyone who says otherwise.
Unfortunately for him, it's hard for many to forget his fearsome and bloody past.
🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?
Aside from woodworking, Wilton loves to take long walks along the river, especially when it rains. It's a deeply calming experience for him.
He hates having to recall or talk about his younger years. Apart from meeting Walt, he doesn't believe there's anything good worth remembering, let alone telling his daughter.
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?
Holding a baby Bambi in his arms for the first time. Well, "arms". She was so small that she fit into the palms of his hands and her teeth hadn't yet grown in; he stayed up all night just holding and rocking her.
✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?
A tactical error during The War led to him and his troop being ambushed and his wings were ripped out for trophies. As punishment, he spent his entire recovery in a nightmare coma induced by the demon that lives in his brain.
🧊 - Is their current design the first one?
yes and no..
OG design is him as a youngin w/ a blue hoodie he never takes off (bc of the little antlers)
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?
an RPG i was apart of run by @/fvriva on Scratch, my first social media
He was originally a mlp horse(?) turned human if you can fuckn believe it....
🌂 - What genre do they belong in?
Fantasy Body Horror
💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?
Cis(?) + Aspec
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?
Just Warren, but they don't talk much without interference from Bambi. After mauling him, Wilton doesn't feel like he deserves to have a relationship with his brother. He respectfully keeps his distance.
🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?
TERRIBLE.
His father (Gindikouk) is a demonic spirit of decay who trapped and tortured him in his own mind for decades. Wilton wants nothing more than to forget about His existence entirely.
His mother (Fable Monroe) was a witch who only gave birth to him so Gindikouk could have a host body. She died before he could meet her, but that was probably for the best.
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
The angst for sure, but also exploring how he heals from it.
It's pretty easy to traumatize a character but it's been more interesting to see how they put themselves back together.
✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?
I used to write about and draw this guy all the time.
I've since let him "retire" so I can focus more on Bambi + co!
💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?
I had a lot of drafts where I killed him off and none of em felt like a satisfying end for him.
He's technically dead in Dead Wood, but that's after getting a happy ending so it's fiinnee
💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?
That Gindikouk will somehow worm His way back into Wil's life
🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?
Gindikouk. hands down.
🎓 - How long have you had the OC?
Since 2013 i think!
🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?
12!
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Hi I’m from the ask asking if requests are open. Do you think you could do a fic where NSB finds out their girl is insecure? Whether it be she doesn’t like her looks or is insecure about the relationship, whatever you want! Thank you so much!
NSB finding their gf insecurities - part 1
pairings- bf nsb x gf reader -
members- Oliver and Regie
genre- fluff
warning- reader talks about about themselves,( weight, looks ,ect)
Oliver (Weight)
One of your biggest insecurities have always been your weight. You weren't what they would call "super model" skinny figure but you weren't also on the plus size scale.
But whenever you looked in the mirror you just hated how you looked and never understood how Oliver could ever fall for you. But you could never tell him how you feel or anyone for that matter because who can understand. You were getting ready for a NSB concert the boys were having.
It felt like an eternity of getting in and out of outfits trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. It was a special night for the boy especially Oliver and you wanted to look your best. As you were in the process of changing into a few outfit Oliver came into the room.
"Hey pretty girl." he said walking up to you and hugging you from behind and with not even realizing it be grab you stomach which made you jump and stepped away quickly from his grasp.
"Babe? Are you okay, what happened?" Oliver asked while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and sighed
"Nothing its stupid." you chuckled and making your away to the closet.
he stopped you and lifted your chin you look up at him. "Babe nothing is stupid when it comes to you. Come on love you can tell me anything."
You stayed quiet for a minute and then spoke. "It's just that I hate how I look, I hate my weight, and hate who I'm." You let a few sobs come out.
And Oliver pulled you into a hug right away. "Baby why would you never tell me. I hate you feel this away. Because for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so involve with you and will tell you everyday how beautiful and gorgeous you are."
★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・★・・・・★
Regie (Acne)
What could be worst than your worst habit also happens to be your biggest insecurity. Your acne. There you are stitch in front of the mirror picking on the black heads and popping every single pimple and zit that came into view.
The worst break out couldn't have happen on the worst possible day. It was you one year anniversary with Regie. There was no way you could leave the house looking like this.
What will people think, all those stares and laughs. No there was no way. You couldn't even try to apply make up learned the lesson from last time you cried.
As small whimpers started they turned into loud sobs. That you didn't even hear the door open, it being Regie holding a bouquet of sunflowers and roses two of your most favorite flowers. But once he saw the state you were in he dropped the flowers and crouched down to hug you.
"Baby what's the matter? Why are you crying?" he asked while kissing the top of your head
"I hate the acne in my face. I look so ugly and horrible I don't and can't go out like this. My face is red and puffy! I just can't." I sob. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my head. "
Baby girl, I won't tell you to not cry and not feel the way you are because we all have our insecurities but what I will do is tell you that you are so fuckn beautiful. I love you so much please remember that." he pulled you into kiss
"And if you really don't feel like going out how about I postmates something while me watch some Netflix or build that lego set I bought you last week." he said
You smiled for the first time since we got there and tackled him into a hug and gave him a big kiss. "Thank you Reg and happy one year my love"
#azngami#oliver moy#regie macalino#ryan nguyen#kane ratan#justin phan#sebastian moy#darren liang#nsb#north star boys#imagines#tiktoker
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ive made it to the first blockade in tartarus. currently my thoughts are as follows
1) tartarus is kinda sick. i love tartarus. i mean i was already a sicko who loved tartarus but they didnt make tartarus less fun to be in. proud of them
2) enemy weaknesses are, as far as i can tell, the exact same. im relying on memory and it's working so
3) it's going down now is a fuckn bop. the new version of mass destruction is,,,, not my taste. the new versions of various other songs are hit and miss
4) the attack button is square now and im not allowed to change it on the ps4. atlus let me button map i swear to god
5) you are Only allowed to join the track team. kendo is not an option. wasnt swimming an option in fes? well that's not an option either which points to a really funny thing where swimming isnt an option in portable, so theyve been very slowly removing the options
6) being able to go to iwatodai strip mall at night is sick. i havent used the ability yet but knowing it's there is so fun. yasss atlus let me wander around the city in the middle of the night
7) new ui is sick. new velvet room ui is extra sick
8) picking up the old document showed me what it said which is fun. in portable at least you had to go look at your items to see what it said
9) kenji is even more puntable in hd
10) im playing with japanese voices. i tried to play with the english voices for about 20 minutes and i simply do not have the strength
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Okay explanation for what happened last few days(??) for anyone curious
Fossil tour! I’ve been talking about it a bit, it’s a week long trip where anybody who signs up or gets tickets can see live fossil Pokémon. December 9th was the final day of the tour, where we were going to see Aurorus and Amaura in a massive tundra sanctuary.
The tour was all day long and eventually I got distracted by something dumb, and by the time I tried to see where the group went they’d already left.
I asked Blackthorn where everybody went since she was on the tour with me, and she sent Bonk to come find me. The tour guides apparently refused to come back to get me for whatever reason, so BT snuck away(?) to come find me herself
A fuckn BLIZZARD was forming!! Didn’t have any iron on me for Bonk to sense and Sligoogle said to find shelter, so I went perpendicular to a sign landmark thingy.
I found Bonk who had found a cave, and after a bit, Blackthorn also arrived. We hid in the cave all night and just kinda stayed there, my Delphox making sure we didn’t freeze (everybody say thank you to Ember)
I couldn’t sleep well so I waited till I couldn’t hear blizzard wind anymore, and I went up to check and see if I could see anything.
I couldn’t see any landmarks, but I got a really good picture of the Aurorus other campers missed, as well as BT bc she was asleep
Next day still in cave until I woke up at like, noon, and we were able to find the sanctuary building and BT banged on the doors until they let us out of the sanctuary
We got crepes and both went home after
And now here I am! Not able to process any of it, but safe and alive and I didn’t even get hypothermia!
( @blackthorn-legion-irl ) sorry for the tag but I just want you to know I made an explanation
#long post#kittsu#pokemon#pokemon rp#pokémon#rotomblr#rotumblr#pokéblog#pokémon irl#pokeblr#pokéblogging
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made this BEAUTIFUL fuckn butternut squash soup last night. it was SO delicious gotdamn
recipe & personal anecdote below ~~
making this meal has felt like a HUGE overcoming to me. first, i've been wanting to make this but due to a shoulder injury i got at my previous job, it's very difficult to cut big vegetables like squash. i had the realization i could just buy puree and use that!!
the second reason this is so huge and rewarding for me is because at the start of every fall i always would go to panera to get their autumn squash soup (aka butternut squash soup). last year i worked for panera and it was awful and traumatic and idk when i'll be able to stomach going back there. so i wasn't sure if i would have butternut squash soup this season.
well evidently i did! i made it work. it's so delicious and really easy to make when using butternut squash puree!
here's the recipe ig:
2 12 oz containers of frozen butternut squash puree
1 cup of carrots (i just used baby carrots)
1/3-1/2 cup of apple cider
1 small onion sliced
2-4 cups vegetable broth
3 oz cream cheese
3 second pour of maple syrup
salt, pepper, nutmeg, cinnamon, curry powder, cayenne pepper, chili powder (plus whatever else u want) to taste
roasted pumpkin seeds aka pepitas
steps:
sautee onions, season them
add broth, cider, carrots, squash puree, spices
boil, simmer until carrots are soft and desired thickness is achieved. i let it simmer for around 50 minutes to get it nice and thick.
turn off heat, add cream cheese and syrup, blend with hand mixer / in blender in small batches.
serve with pepitas as garnish
#food#butternut squash soup#butternut squash#disabled#recipe#soup#soup recipe#autumn vibes#autumn#fall#fuck panera#food service#oc#I MADE THAT SHIT#it's funny that this post is laid out like a recipe blog with my personal anecdote first and then the recipe lmfao#this is truly one of the best things ive ever made#fave#love things#mothers tag
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Babe I’m thinking about being “trapped” in the house with college roommates Mina, Katsuki and Eijiro for about a week due to severe weather warnings. Classes have been excused due to shitty internet and the systems being down so there’s not much to do except interact with one another. It’s light at first but as the days progress longing glances and lingering touches leads to you being waken up in the middle of the night to the Mina screeching the redhead’s name. And you’re a bit more curious than furious because it’s always been a game of “will they won’t they” and the same can be said about you and the blonde. And you sneak in the hallway with every intent to barge in and embarrass your friends but as you get closer the wet squelch of Mina’s cunt creaming around Eiji’s cock is reverberating against the walls in a lascivious fashion. Now your cheeks and clit are burning with lust as you play with your pussy with one ear pressed against the door biting your lip so sounds can’t escape. And you’re almost there when that oh so familiar chuckle sends a chill down your spine and you’re pushed in the room to be punished by all of your friends lovers.
I’m so in love with this, my mind immediately imagined Katsuki’s big strong hand grabbing at your throat while the other bullies it’s way into your panties and taunts about catching you. “You fuckin’ pervert slut, getting off on your best friend being fucked. Bet you wish that was you yeah? Want some dick so fuckn’ you don’t even care if you get punished for it huh?”
Wouldn’t even get the chance to try and defend yourself, or even get off even just once before you’ve been shoved in the room. Maybe you’ll be lucky and get a funishment though. Maybe overstimulated and fucked dumb until you’re babbling and clinging to whoever is holding you. Or maybe won’t let you cum until you’re honest about how you really feel and take turns getting you to just the very brink of ecstasy before ripping it away and letting someone else have a turn.
Mina tells you how cute you look for her when you look all broken and messy. Eijirou’s playing good cop bad cop with Katsu and bouncing off his crude degrading remarks with condescending praise that feels more like he’s agreeing with him then defending you. You don’t care which it is because it makes your head spin and your pussy go insane for them all the same
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first entry. stayed up all night last night after we went to see poor things — I love Chris so much and it’s such a powerful joy to spend time with him — and I felt ebullient and excited and a little bit ready to cry at everything. Not in frustrated despair. Body hurts from when I ate shit walkin off the the highway curb thing after getting mildly mugged by a salesman. im anxious about all the usual shit money it’s money it’s money. Can I still call Hannah? I know why I sabotaged it. Trash and shit all over my room, no space elsewhere, always got half a job and mostly a not job. I’m excited to play a show and do a standy up set. I have been thinking again that yes obviously I should pick back up on the backlog YT series where it left off, if 3 poorly edited bad sound quality ones can get some friends and friend diaspora and a tiny chunk of extradiasporic money from the patreon surely a better version can get more. All I fuckin wanna do is whatever I like to do. Not I’m lazy but I’m good at it, and I’m not good at most things.
Kyle and I talk. I’m worried about him I mean deeply but it felt extraordinary to be able to have a real and non bullshit connection, two dudes unguarded, tears, sharing heartbreak sharing fears about using and losing. Kyle is a gem, he is a fuckup like me and he’s fucked things up for other people and he knows it, hes fucked me over too, but I can feel in his voice when we talk that we are trapped in the same kind of thing. I don’t have a clue what to do to help which is disturbing to me always. Tomorrow will feel shitty obviously. No sleep, 8 hour debt. But it will be good, I will make it so. Today walking around I felt I could walk around in a Cool way. Like I had it, I could have it, I could have it like it was Wilson when they said “I found you intimidating you were so cool.” Caroline—eh. Ah, maybe another night. I’m on a kick of just unabashed enjoying listening to the misfits all the time like a fuckn child, which means something, and I hope I can MaNifest it to mean something good
I await Sara’s party breathlessly. I wish it were just for me. When can I have her ear when can I have her entirely for long moments and nights
drawings are by Nick Blinko the incredible horror vacui artist, schizophrenic guy, singer of the underrated menacing genius Rudimentary Peni
#autofiction#personal diary#a stranger#I am ilja as far as you know at least#nick blinko#personal#Spotify
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