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Moving! Moving in two months! Working on moving when I was literally doing this shit exactly a year ago! *SCREAM*
#so im actually feeling so good and normal about this#im feeling so so cool about getting rid of a bunch of my belongings#asking my roommate if she wants them. then listing them on marketplace. or donsting them#i love deciding whoch of my belongings are important enough to go with me back to my hometown#whoch ones are worth the trouble of weathering the 18 hour move#i just got unpacked (never even fully unpacked tbh) and now im packing up again#i just got done buying furniture again. i have a bed frame now#i had to get rid of a lot during the last move because i couodnt afford a uhaul so i just packed it all in my van#and whatever didnt fit didnt go. now my dad is bringing a uhaul trailer#so i dont have to get rid of as much. but still some. theres a lot of clutter#but i think generated clutter is a sign of a home#idk im just feeling so weird because last May i moved. and now this May im moving again#ive only spent a year here. and im not sad to leave. this city isnt right for me. its just weird#i think moving kills a part of your soul and i dont mean that poetically i mean i feel like dying rn#moving is so fucking stressful and i just super don't like it#'but austyn if you dont like movong then why have you never spent more than 1.5 years in the same place#for the last four years?' stfu i didnt ask for this#its worse because im moving back in with my parents into my childhood home. which is gonna be super great for ny mental health#but on the bright side ill be able to see my old psychiatrist and therapist again! had to srop when i moved halfway across the country#its fine. its all gonns be fine#my sibling and i just did a lot of cleaning and decluttering and listing shit on marketplace today#it killed a little bit of my soul i think
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wheres that post about knowing somethings irrational not helping stop worrying, i have been having a low grade panic attack for 2 hours now
#just this constant tremble and sickness in my stomach! im like an overstressed chihuahua#nyxtalks#we have a meeting about our issues at work n i. typed up all our issues and now im worried i worded things wrong#or said something people disagree with or!!! idk#underlying dread so strong#i know its gonns be fine. the worst that can happen is i quit but i was thinking about that anyway#but goooooooooood. i am so fucking panicky about this#stick it to the man (crying)
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hi i hate adobe premiere and adobe audition thats all
#no its not ur gonna read the tags and find out exactly why i hate them#because i get these for free because of my school or whatever right so i have to use them for my classes#and as a film major#i use these A LOT#and i am in THREE production courses this semester (two is the most ppl usually take at once but i decided to make my life hard)#so as u can imagine i have a LOT of projects to do that require premiere and audition (the video and audio editing suites from adobe)#AND EVERY FUCKING TIME#i always end up with half of my footage mysteriously disappearing EVEN THOUGH i triple save everything and make sure its all there-#-before i close the program SO LET ME KNOW HOW WHEN IM POSITIVE MY SHITS RIGHT HALF OF IT IS GONE THE NEXT DAY. HOW. HOW DOES IT HAPPEN.#it also just decides to like ruin al my projects right#so today for example#i wanted to add some reverb to an audio track right nothing major literally so simple#and i go to hit apply#AND AUDITION JUST ??? REMOVES ALL OF THE SOUND ALL TOGETHER???? WHAT????#i was so lost#i saved my project and went to submit it and ONCE AGAIN it is soundless but it says an audio is playing but theres nothing#so i go back to audition and everything fine!#i double check how i saved i looked up the proper save procedure just in case i did something to just not save the audio#which again- how can i possibly save a SILENT AUDIO FILE like thats literally just a file of nothing#so i decide fuck it its 3 am and im tired im just gonne record the finished audio file in my VOICE RECORDING APP ON MY PHONE just in case#if i have to whip out my phone during class to present this im actually gonna stand in front of a stampede of bulls
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Mmmmmmm I gotta take the SAT on Thursday, so imma do some practice tests tomorrow and Wednesday- if I do badly I have 2 tries next year so its...fine, I'm gonna try my best!!
After that I have the PERT for Duel enrollment which- really I could acre else about, if I pass I get college credit for my courses if I don't then inma still do those 2 course I need online no big deal but eh
And then next week I have to do the ACT I think I missed tjbepassing scor by like, ONE point also time so, hoping I pass this time lol
#just needed to vent a bit#set out a plan#make sure my thoguhts are in order#just ignore this#Supernatural talks#gonne be a VERY busy month for me :')#at elats this means i dont gotta take the FSA's tho#but the EOCs i gitta do....oh god those are gonna stress me the fuck out- i relaly only gotta pass the english one#ughhh im gonna have to force msyelf to study#its fine#i passed the last 2 english eocs with flying colors so- itll be okay#....great now i got myself all worked up-#imma go write#or draw#to help and stuff
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i feel like static
#atp i am buzzing w so much negwtive energy i kight burst n do spmething incredibly dumb#so to combat that im gonna rage clean my room :)#trust me it needs a deep fucking clean atp sp why the fuck not maybe ill fwel better if my bedsheets have been washed.#i miss drinking tea im ngl so im gonna get a kettle after twice#the vibes of upstairs are rancid fir my mental health (my family All At Once makes me Naxious and im 8years old again)#so i rdfuse to go upstairs#which is not great for my mental health in the long rub bc im not eating im not socialising#im not engaging in anything i want to (like play sims bc i cannot do that when everyone is Home)#n its just . i need to get Out or Something lol.#bit i rdfuse to move out unless im Leaving thd city bc im not wasting money like that#not when i can Have some stability in my finances and not be crushed by financial debt#like its not greay im still in debt#but for 6months i was on $500 a weel wjen for 2yrs i was on like $800-1.2k a week#n rn i alternate beteeen 500 and 800 and its so fucking awful im hating all of this actuslly im just gonna Die#its fun its fine im gonns clean#:)
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z ignore post negative
#i got 3 hoyrs of sleep and woken up to fufill a duty#i feel like im going theough lilr a religious trial idk#i cannot feel my hands weakening and my shoulders hurt so bad#im too tited to troubleshoot the issue buf I achieved the goal#im gonns fucking cry eveyetime aomething happens I keep wondering if its it#like I wiuld be afraid if that but more like I want to be remeebered well but ill be fine tomorrow#idont want to accelerated decay thats sad#ilove all thr thungd#its ok#easily top 10 worst days but I need worst days to keep me human#fingers are so fucking weak#mabe ill delege tumblr im stafting to get used to sharing on it ehicj is not ideal
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yummy: LN4 ☆
summary: y/n is a chef in the mclaren hospitality who is famous for her fabulous recipies. everyone is head over heels for her recipies, and a certain someone is most definitely more than head over heels. but not just for the food.
(lando norris x fem!reader)
read more under the cut!
itsmey/n has posted!
another day at work! for the british gp, their special "sticky toffee pudding" was a success :)
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landonorris it was so yum (she fed us the so called desert forcefully after giving us a 4 course meal)
- oscarpiastri you're such an ungrateful brat. it was great, bestie itsmey/n
- itsmey/n thank you pastry, and lando...i might leave you to starve to death.
lewishamilton i would kill for a pudding rn! you should drop by merc hospitality y/n!
- mclaren look at you trying to steal our goddamn chef....
f1wagsss oh my god you're so pretty
landonorris has posted!
P2 AT HOME RACE BABY!! so proud of the team to be finishing at P2 and P4. also special thanks to y/n for feeding us well :)
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landonorizz are we gonn ignore the fact that y/n just made it to a lando post???
lechaaair OH Y/N FEEDS US TOO. SHE SERVES ALL THE DAMN TIME. MOTHER 🙏🏼🙏🏼
itsmey/n its literally my job tho...?
- oscarpiastri some people are bad at their job. he's appreciating you for being good. (lando you fr have no rizz man)
carlaando lando are you trynna make a move GN
- landonowinss BROS PROBABLY REGRETTING RN 💀
(time skip!)
it was the hungarian gp. you were in the mclaren hospitality. the mclaren kitchen was quite big, and your co-workers were extremely sweet. you mainly cooked for the drivers and mechanics, while guiding the others. you were tasting a dish when you feel a presence behind you. you immediately recognise who it is.
"what is it now, lando?" you ask with a knowing smile on your face. he sits down on the counter beside you and watches you as you work. "i was wondering if you would like to, maybe, just maybe, come outside with me and sit down and talk and get some food you know?" he blabbers
"are you asking me out on a date?" you tease him. "well, yeah. only if you want it to be. its okay if you say no" he says with a sad smile on his face. you cup his face with one of your hands and give his cheeks a squeeze. "ofcourse i'll come, dumbass. now shoo, let me work. you're too distracting"
the smug smile he has on his face makes you blush. "so i am distracting huh? what else am i? you can give me details when we go on that date" he winks at you and walks off. you just simply shake your head in amusement.
the date goes well. to be honest, more than well. you both have the most fun ever. lando is everything that you craved. he was the sweetest boy. day by day, meal by meal, both of you started talking more, discovering each other. one fine night, in his apartment in london, where you taught him how to bake his favourite cake, he surprises you by asking you to be his girlfriend. you say yes without hesitation. you knew he wasn't going to play around with your heart.
it was the brazilian gp. lando had placed P2 again! you were the proudest girlfriend to exist, and the happiest. you were just so incredibly proud as he was doing so good this year.
itsmey/n has posted!
brazil you were brilliiianttt <3 liked by oscarpiastri, mclaren, landonorris and 92,233 others.
f1wags HOLD UP. SOFT LAUNCHING????
oscarpiastri yuck i hate being around the hospitality now.
landonorris 🌟
- carlandodod PLS IM NOT OK WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
- leclercvc oh. my. god. guys. i think its lando and y/n.
f1gosssip apparently some people saw looking for his "girlfriend" after the race, and some people even saw him kissing a girl in the mclaren garage! we hope its y/n 😫
y/nfannn MOTHER WHO IS THAT
landonorris has posted!
brazil with bae. thank you team for making the P2 happen! more to come.
p.s i don't believe in soft launches. she let me hard launch after 8 races 🖐🏼
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oscarpiastri GAG
carlandooo MAMA Y PAPA
carlossainz55 finally mate! congrats :)
maxverstappen1 lando isn't a kid anymore
f1wags OFFICIALLY OUR FAV WAG (with lily obv)
itsmey/n i love you, baby! super proud <3
- landonorris i love YOU. so much. so much.
paddockclubb 8 RACES?? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON OMG
the end ♡
#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1#carlos sainz x reader#f1 instagram au#fanfiction#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#formula one#instagram au#fanfic
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dnf + guilty as sin lyric analysis (delusional version)
I was validated by 1 anon so Now i need to do this. Its very crazy (WARNING!)
My boredom's blown deep
This cage was once just fine
Am I allowed to cry?
this part is soooo pre-meetup dnf. "my boredom's blown deep / this cage was once just fine" reflects so much on both of them -- dream having to watch all his friends meet george from across the world while being stuck in his house for years, and george being bored in london while also barely leaving his flat.
their cage was "once just fine" because we know that before they realized that they wanted to live together and just wanted george to visit, they were fine being across an ocean. But once the visa application started they expressed pretty clearly how much it affected their mental health to be apart from each other -- hence "am i allowed to cry"
I dream of cracking locks
Throwing my life to the Wolves or the ocean rocks
Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox
I'm seeing visions, never mad or bad or wise
"i dream of cracking locks" might as well be a metaphor for the visa aka their lock to the door keeping them apart. and "throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" is clearly a metaphor for controversy or the general public (the wolves). at the same time dnf are apart they're also becoming increasingly famous, dealing with newfound controversy and criticism.
"crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox" -- use of the word paradox makes me feel like there's some differing use in the meaning of the word "crashing". like the painful feeling of crashing against ocean rocks (controversy) versus crashing against him being comforting (dnf relying on each other for support and love). and "i'm seeing visions" -- wanting to be with each other sooo badly it encroaches on both their waking thoughts and their dreams
What if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh what a way to die
this is pretty clearly a "what if my feelings are unrequited" type thing to me. what if i'm his but he doesn't see me as his? one slip (i.e. a slip of the tongue revealing too much of their inner feelings) could ruin everything. Which like. in any friends to lovers relationship i feel that's a very real fear
I keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kiss
do i have to say anyhting for this one WE KNOW DREAM THOUGHT ABOUT KISSING GEORGE. MULTIPLE TIMES
How I long for our tryst
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?
yeahhh more pre-meetup dnf longing for their eventual meeting. without ever meeting each other, and without george ever seeing dream's face, somehow they still want each other
I keep thesе belongings locked
In lower casе inside a vault
Someone told me, "There's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk"
These fatal fantasies given way to labored breath taking all of me
they keep their feelings locked up Ohh my dnfies. "there's no such thing as bad fights, only your actions talk" is like an actions matter more than words thing or alternatively could be flipping the saying "keep fighting the good fight" on its head a bit. again "fatal fantasies" of what could be post-meetup consume both of them so fully it's difficult to focus on anything else
We've already done it in my head
If it's make believe
Why does it feel like a vow?
We'll fold apart somehow
THIS ONEEE. "we've already done it in my head ... / why does it feel like a vow?" Like come on. we know dnf have had many conversations about their future together and they're both fully committed to staying together as long as they can. the question for them is whether the other person feels that platonically or romantically
My bed sheets are a blaze
I screamed his name
Building up like waves crashing over my grave
Without ever touching his skin
How can I be guilty as sin?
Yeahh. dont need to go into detail on this one because we all get it. #DNFESEX!
What if I roll the stone away?
They're gonna crucify me anyway
aside from the Dresus comparisons. "rolling the stone away" in the context of christianity symbolizes rebirth and an intrinsic change. To me it could be seen as a metaphor for coming out publicly . "they're gonna crucify me anyway" -- we literally saw this happen with dream in real time. he doesn't come out and he's accused of queerbaiting, he comes out and people invalidate him and call him names LIKE. This hurts me
What if the way you hold is actually what's holy?
If long suffering propriety is what they want from me
They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly
I choose you and me, religiously
even if they face vitriol and public scrutiny DNF WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE EACH OTHER TO THE POINT OF RELIGION!
Thats it the end. Thanks for reading peace and love Please support me and my crazyisms
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Mylla: Another word out of your mouth, Aldis and I'll beat you to death.
Solkzagyl: Nah, therapy would take too much time. Imma just create an entire gaslighting plot around my death to recreate batman for Ishgard.
Wyrnzoen: We get into some mild shenanigans here.
Curious Gorge: I could try to look inward and explore my emotions...or I could just keep hitting things.
Fray: This is bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that's a scam, fuck the church, here's a dark soul crystal.
Sophie: Walk, walk, fashion baby.
Hamon: It isn't violence against the elderly, if I call it TRAINING and I AM the elderly.
Widargelt: Going to have more royal drama than the Sultana.
Foulques: Gridania is racist...they will never fix this. But I can! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST LANCER IN THE WOR--OH NO!
Estinien: Ishgard is classist...they will never fix this. But I can! BECAUSE I AM THE BEST DRAGOON IN THE WOR--OH NO!
Jacke: We can stab people AND stop acts of terrorism.
Karasu: Just having a little giggle. Having a bit of a laugh.
Master Musosai: DAME DA NE! DAME YO DAME NA NO YO!
Drusilla: Grandad was mad that the Emperor trolled him and is now making it everyone's problem.
Sylphie: You may not like it but this is what peak conjury looks like.
Raya-O-Senna: Hello and welcome!
A-Ruhn-Senna: Die in a forest fire.
Alka: Is it me or is that tonberry kinda...cute?
Leveva: I would say I am sorry for blacking out, beating you and then burying you up to your neck in the middle of Coerthas. But I am not.
Jannequinard: It is QUITE fine, my dear Lady Leveva. You did only what the stars asked, as any astrologian worth their salt would do. Aries Rising and all that.
Loifa: I could easily explain my motives and backstory but this quest line has to last 8 more levels.
Silvairre: Gridania is racist and shall never change its wa--oh no something happened to me personally. I have seen the error of my ways!
Sanson: I can still hear his voice.
Guydelot: Gay, gay, homosexual, gay, gay
Stephanivien: Gonne training requires a steady hand and a leveled head. So I shall send you to someone who will teach you these things.
Rostnstahl: ...sorry what? That guy over there has been looking at me for a while.
Joye: That's your reflection.
Rostnstahl: Oh right...hey you, shoot that guy over there in the ass.
Nashmeira: Therapy would take too much time, lets dance for people's enjoyment.
Cocobuki: How do you feel about casting Fire I for 50 levels?
Shatotto: An arrow may have your name on it. But a fire ball is addressed to whom it may concern.
K'lyhia: If my calculations are correct, you are only in this to get God and Anime on your side.
Y'mhrita: I hear you know my sister. Well good news, cause we're about to harnass the power of GOD AND ANIME TO OUR SIDE!
X'rhun: Yeah, I don't know why people keep running past and yelling, "Would you care to fuck this catman".
Martyn: I am helping cure the smallpox by putting on shows to raise awareness. Quickly, VOMIT A FISH AT ME!
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Beware the Archivist's Wrath
*sigh* Yes, I got bit by my own plot bunny, so here's a fuller background for almost-Archivist Obi-Wan.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi was a bright young student of the Jedi Order. A number of Masters had their eye on him as he grew closer to the age of apprenticeship. Those eyes, however, turned firmly elsewhere when it became apparent that Jocasta Nu had taken an interest in Young Kenobi.
He was a frequent visitor to the Archives, even beyond the supervised outings of the creches. He was quiet (at least within the Archive itself), polite, and above all, curious. He soaked up knowledge like a sponge and if there was one thing the Master Archivist of the Order appreciated, it was a keen mind with a willingness to learn.
She took him under her wing, cultivating his curiosity and nudging him toward the materials that would ease his way on the path to becoming an archivist himself. He'd be a worthy successor to her.
Or he would have been.
Qui-Gon Jinn had always had a rebellious streak, but while it was occasionally amusing to see him butt heads with the Council, it stopped being funny when he ignored all the warnings- subtle and not- and asked Obi-Wan to be his padawan.
If Jocasta had been there, she would have stopped it, but the wily bastard had cornered poor young Obi-Wan well away from the safe environs of the Archives. By the time she learned of it, from Obi-Wan himself, it was too late.
The long-haired terror of the Order had turned the boy's head with ridiculous tales of derring-do; saving worlds, ending conflicts, and helping the innocent. All noble tasks, of course, but also things that could be accomplished with a good archive.
She couldn't blame him, of course; she'd had plenty of her own wild ideas about saving the universe when she was his age. She could, however, blame Qui-Gon Jinn, a man who should have known better but who'd clearly had the sense knocked out of him at some point in his misadventures.
Obi-Wan remained an occasional visitor to the Archives, when his schedule permitted, and Jocasta welcomed him with open arms. She did her best to put her disappointment over might-have-beens aside and focus on preparing him for the life he'd chosen; goodness knew Jinn couldn't be counted on for that.
From that day forward, Qui-Gon Jinn was persona non grata in the Archives. He was unwelcome within her walls and she made sure he knew it. Any requests for materials that he put in became lost or conveniently misfiled. Books and data crystals that he wanted had a habit of being unavailable or having a long waiting list. She had an entire archive full of names and could damn well use them to suit her purposes.
Should he somehow manage to acquire Archive material, she counted down to the milisecond it was due and then hunted him down, demanding its return and levying steep fines against him. Force forbid the book have any smudges, crinkled pages, or other blemishes (even ones that had pre-existed Jinn's loan).
At one point the man actually went before the Council to complain, asking them to intervene in his "difficulties." The Council, unlike Jinn, were not fools and refused to get involved. Word did, however, get back to her, and she made sure that her displeasure over his attempted subterfuge was well known.
One unfortunate fact was that Jinn liked to publish the occasional paper or treatise and Jocasta was obligated to house copies of them. Fortunately for her, the Archives were a large and labyrinthine space within the Temple. And much like the Temple itself, parts of it were difficult to reach, had fallen into disrepair, and in the words of one young Junior Archivist, "smelled weird."
Important works were never held in such locations, of course, but for Qui-Gonn Jinn? Room could be found. Damp rooms in remote areas infested with bugs, cobwebs, and a lack of adequate lighting.
Master Dooku, who had once been a friend of hers, found her "war" with his former Padawan to be highly amusing and attempted to tweak her proverbial tail by requesting Jinn's latest papers.
After being "accidentally" locked in a room for a day with only an ancient torch and a host of curious spiders for company, he learned his lesson and even had the grace to apologize. Unlike some people she could mention.
Her justifiable grievance with Jinn was buried along with him. More or less. Obi-Wan, despite the trauma inflicted upon him by the circumstances surrounding that death, continued to blossom. Even though he'd chosen to be a field Jedi instead of an Archivist, she was proud of the man he'd become (with her help and despite Jinn's interference). He truly was the Guiding Light she'd always known he could be.
Now, if he'd just keep that damn Padawan of his out of her halls...
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Morning wood
Kieron Moore x Male reader smut
Warning: gay sex, penetration, bottom reader, morning wood, oral, riding.
Summery: you wake up to your eager boyfriend kieron in the morning and he asks for your help and you are more then happy to help.
Today felt like any other the heat of the sun shining trough your window the warmth on the other side of you as always from you boyfriend.
Except today you had woken up to the unpleasant movement and rustling in your bed.
As you turned to face your boyfriend the cause of movement all you could see was his face painted with unpleasantness and frustration.
“Babe what’s wrong are you feeling okay” you had said getting a gold of his face and kissing him on the lips, “Yeah I’m fine it’s just that it won’t stop and it’s been going on for nearly 10 minutes.”
He had said look at you “ What do you mean it won’t stop” you said following his gaze to his legs looking at his length you felt your eyes start to grow wide and all you could think to do was laugh.
“Oh really you think this is funny it throbbing” he said looking dead serious into your eyes, “Please can you help me fix it” “ Oh really you want my help now” “ Please” he had said with those puppy dog eyes he would give you.
“Okay come on” you said throwing the bed covers away that where covering you both, “Oh thank goodness.” He said in a relieved tone.
“Come on spread your legs big boy” you said tapping his upper thigh. “Okay come here” he demanded getting a hold of your face and pulling you into his lips. You could feel just by that how eager he truly was.
You started to kiss his jaw and went little by little praising him with kiss down all his chest down to his v line. “Okay stop teasing” he stated.
You started kissing him through the dented fabric that was covering his large manhood. You found yourself stripping him of his prison and seeing the large fiery red tip leaking pre cum of his 9 inch cock.
“Fuck it” he said under his breath reaching for a hand full of your hair and shoving you all the way down to his base. “Oh fuck yeah that’s good yeah you like that baby” he said heavily.
“Oh fuck I’m sorry baby it’s just you where teasing me and” “Its fine” you said coming up for air your mouth covered in saliva “So can you um continue please” “ Do you promise to not almost kill me with your cock in my mouth again” “Only if you ever want me to I promise” he smirked as you went back down and returning his manhood into the warmth of your mouth.
“Oh fuck baby I’m gon-na cum if you don’t oh fuck fu-ck” he said spilling his warm cum down your throat. “Oh baby thank you so so much” he said kissing you on your lips tasting himself still on your soft lips.
“Come on” he said pulling you up now you sitting on his lap. “What are you doing” “I am going to repay you the right way” “You want me to ride you” “Yes you made me cum so now I’m gonna make you cum plus don’t worry I’ll do all the work” “Okay big boy if you think yourself you good make me cum” “Oh so you think I won’t make you cum” “Maybe, maybe not Oh FU-CK” you screamed by your boyfriend shoving past your walls and making you take him all balls deep before you could even say anything.
“Ha-Oh fuck you little basterd” “No not fuck me but I am gonna fuck this tight little hole of yours baby” he said before started to abuse and pound into your hole.
“Yeah baby yeah take me take me all” he said in your ear. “Oh fuck yeah um-uh fuck me baby I’m so close” you said “Oh really baby well thats kinda bad” your boyfriend said as he was slowing down his pace trying to tease you.
“Oh come one don’t be an asshole I made you cum” you plead to him. “ Well last time I checked you teased first and said I couldn’t make you cum but I do guess your right” he said picking up his pace once again.
“Oh thank goddess” you said pleased by your him. “Oh baby fu-ck I’m gonn-a cummm” you yelled as you spilled all over his chest and as well clenching your walls around his cock cause if kieron to cum inside you.
“Oh fuck yeah that was good big boy” you said collapsing on top of his chest “Yeah I told you I’d make you cum” “ Well I sorta win still I made you cum twice” you said in a taunting tone “Oh really well I suppose a round two is in order” “yeah no big boy I’m drained and I need a shower so good luck with that but hay you could use that hand of yours” you said getting up from on top him and off the bed.
“Okay well I’ll join you in the shower then” he said following you into the shower.
Hello so this was my first fic for a friend but feel free to ask in you have any form of ideas.
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𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌
PAIRING - George Karim x Ex!gn!Reader
ONESHOT - in which george has a breakdown in the bathroom
SONG - michael in the bathroom by george salazar
TRIGGERS - drinking, mental breakdown, being left
A/N - please mind any typos or grammar mistakes, it is proof-read only by me so I won’t be able to catch everything
WORD COUNT - 1k
masterlist
THE WORLD is spinning.
I knew it was a bad idea to come here, a even worse one to drink when I had seen them, hoping to just make the pain go away. I should have never listened to Lockwood. I should have stayed home. I could be home, curled up reading a book. I could be doing research about another case. I could be fighting a fucking ghost, that sounds better than being here right now.
I am crying in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall. I could just sit right here and disappear, nobody'd even notice at all. Not Lockwood, not Lucy. Hell if I didn't know any better I would say they are snogging in a random corridor. I am a nobody to anybody here.
Outside the door, people of high status fill the large rooms. Those who are not high status are the drunken agents who are partying like there is no tomorrow, probably because they may not have a tomorrow. But here is I am. I'm the creeper in the bathroom, because my buddies left me alone.
But I would rather fake pee than stand awkwardly staring at them from across the way. But it can't help but bring back the memories of the last party I had gone too. When everything felt fine, cause I was half of a pair. Though no fault of mine, there is no other half there. Because they left us. They left me. Not the other way around.
They left me, so now I am just, George in the bathroom. I am George in the bathroom at a party. God I forget how long it's been. And no one can come in.
I will just sit here and cry, waiting for Lucy and Lockwood to come in get me or I'll wait it out 'til it's time to leave. This would leave me with hours of time to do nothing but sit, pout, and possibly pick at grout as I softly grieve.
All because I'm just George, who you don't know. George whose flying solo. I am just George in the bathroom by himself. All by myself. I am hiding because their out their. I'm ignoring all our history. Trying to forget all the pain they brought me. I hope my memories get erased, maybe get replaced, with a newer cooler version of me. Because they deserve that. They deserve their second half, even if it isn't me.
But now I hear a drunk girl, singing along to Whitney through the door. "I wanna dance with somebody!" Her words are slurred, but it only bring backs memories of the good old days. But my feelings sink, cause it making me think, now there is no one to make fun of drunk girls with anymore.
I am left alone, nobody to call my home. No one to bring me tea, when I am up late at night. No one to watch over me. I am just me.
Now it's just George in the bathroom, George in the bathroom at a party. Could I get any less pathetic, as I sit and choke on the sobs. The alcohol in my system only making my emotions worse. I half regret the beers, cause its making the tears flow harder and faster. All because I am just George in the bathroom, George in the bathroom at a party.
I can try and hide, choke back the tears, wait as long as I need, 'till my face is dry. My eyes are red from, how do I even try to cover that?I could wait until they become less flush, or maybe I'll just blame it on weed. Or something in my eye.
How would anyone know? I'm just George who no who they don't know. George flying solo. George in the bathroom by himself. The last person they think of when they think of cool. I am just an oddball who no one likes.
As I continue to clean off my face, trying to hide the fact I am crying, hiding in the bathroom by myself. Just waiting it out, till I hear a knock. Maybe I'll be free. Then I hear a few more, knock, knock, knock. It is getting more aggressive as I prepare to leave. They are gonna start to shout soon, hell yeah, I'll be out soon. I won't be on my own, it sucks they left me here, all alone, here in this battle zone.
The noises get louder as they pound harder. I can feel their anger, the pressure blowing up. I knew it was a mistake showing up. If I just splash, some water on my face, everything will be just okay.
So I throw some water on my face, and now I am in a better place. But as I go to open up the door, I can't hear knocking anymore.
I missed my chance, I missed my escape. I can't help but yearn, for a different time. One where I can get out of here, make my presents clear, have the courage to stand for what's right. But then I look in the mirror, and it becomes much clearer. There is no denying, I'm just George in the bathroom at a party, is there a sadder sight than... George in the bathroom at a party.
This is a heinous night, I wish I just stayed home instead. Maybe just lay in bed. Or I wished I offed myself in bed, wish I was never born. Then I wouldn't have to do this all again. No one would care, no one would notice.
I am just George who's a loner, so he must be a stoner. I ride a PT cruiser, god I am such a loser.
But what's worse is when I hear the creek of the door. The lock is gone. I look over my shoulder, to see their face. The memories coming back to me. This isn't worth the pain, as they look at me, heartbreak in their eyes. I am now who they think that they know.
I am not the same old boy, so much has changed. They don't know me anymore, and that is their fault.
"Georgie?" Their voice is still the same, sending my heart fluttering at the name.
But all they know about me is my name.
"AWESOME PARTY, I'M SO GLAD I CAME."
#lockwood and co fanfiction#lockwood and co#fanfic#george cubbins#george karim#george karim x reader#george karim x you
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 - Siyeon,Dami, fem!reader
plot : its been weeks since you and dami last seen each other, meaning its been a while since you guys have done it, until tonight.
cw:choking, degrading, praising, biting, marking, hair pulling, eye contact, bondage, edging, tiniest bit of blood, dami purposefully overstimulating herself just to edge the reader, siyeon praising dami in small parts, finger choking (shoving fingers down throats)
- Dami pov
"Okay girls, we did great out there today! As of, you all know today is the final concert and its time to go home and rest up!" our manager said, we're all very exhausted so we just nod and get ready to get into the bus.
I check my phone, and see I have a text from Y/n, I reply, letting her know I'm on my way home. Then she sent a frisky picture and then I felt my little buddy getting hard. 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑌/𝑛.
- 3rd person pov
They made it to the dorms and Sua noticed the way Dami was walking, "Hey, you okay? You're walking funny" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired" Her mouth made a o shape and left it there. Making it inside the dorms, Dami called Y/n over soon after getting out of the shower.
Siyeon opened the door, "Oh hey Y/n! Dami's in our room" She flashed her innocent smile, "Ah, thank you" and you followed her to the room.
"Baby" Dami said, as she ran over to hug you, you hugged her back but you felt her boner. "So, I can tell you saw the pictures I sent" Her face went red and she grabbed a jacket and covered her crotch, Siyeon watching from afar. "Siyeon, come here sweetie." She followed your orders, and you kissed her, Siyeon was quick to respond and Dami just sat down.
After a while, all three of you were undressed. Dami had you bent over, and Siyeon was laying under you, while you ate her out. Dami was being so rough with you, fucking you in a insane pace. You three switched positions, you were on top of Dami, riding her, and Siyeon was making out with Dami. All that could be heard out of the room was moans and skin slapping against one another.
Siyeon walked away, as Dami destroyed your insides, grabbing a few things. She came back with a few toys, Dami had you sitting up as she railed you from behind. Siyeon looked at you, "You look so pathetic like this. Being fucked by her, you like it don't you?" You tightened around Dami's cock and they noticed you were close, Dami pulled out and you whined. Dami went to your mouth and started fucking your throat. Siyeon went behind you and cuffed your hands together so you won't be able to do anything.
"Shit, I'm gonn cum" Dami came in your throat, riding her orgasm out, soon returning back to your cunt going back in there with no warning. You screamed in pain but soon it returned to pleasure. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." Dami pulls out once more, "Why can't I cum" you asked, sounding bratty. Siyeon grabbed your throat, slamming you onto the bed, "Just for us to have more fun with our puppy."
You whimpered when you tied to the bed, Dami was jerking watching as Siyeon ate you out. Dami came once more, your hips bucked into Siyeon's mouth but she stopped and got back up. Siyeon and Dami began attacking your body, kissing your neck and breast. Siyeon bit your neck, making you bleed a bit but she licked it up.
They sat you up, and Dami started fucking you from the back and began pulling your hair, lifting you up. You were moaning loud, and you couldn't hold it in anymore and came on Dami's cock. "Hm, good girl" Siyeon said, and started kissing you.
This went on for the next few hours, until you were fucked out of your mind
- Siyeon pov
"You think we went too hard?" Dami said as we carried Y/n to the bath, "Well no, but let's ask her when she wakes up" "Okay" We put her in the bed and cleaned up everything. "Woah, this is a lot more than I thought" "Yeah ha, guess we got a little carried away" Dami and I laughed and cleaned the rest up
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As promised an almost 900 words tiny excerpt from my Johnny x Reader fanfic that I’m Working on, featuring a very jealous Johnny and Reader and Diego being besties! (Because Diego and Reader are both kinda dummies)
the whole thing is at 4k words now and still needs a bit of work but eh. Enjoy a teaser. Its gonne be mighty fine and Im editing it from Fem!Reader to GN!Reader because idk. Felt like it uwu.
Anyways, enjoy the tiny teaser hehe.
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And during the time you three lived together until now... You became good friends with Gyro and developed a crush on Johnny. Much to your dismay but it is what it is.
Checking your phone, you saw you almost had to leave so you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before you walked in the living room to get to your room.
"Holy cow, Y/N! You look stunning!" Gyro commented, a big smile on his face. "Thank you, Gyro, didn't know you could be nice."
"Didn't know you could look like that." You rolled your eyes and entered your room to get your bag.
You kinda had hoped Johnny would have said anything, but he kept quiet, much to your disappointment, but you couldn't change it. Yet it kinda hurt you, making you doubt for a second to actually wear the fancy clothes you picked out for tonight.
Maybe you should cancel? He surely made a mistake asking you in the first place…No, you told yourself, you'd go out and enjoy yourself.
That was tonight’s goal. With bag and shoes now gathered you exited your room and tried to push away the looming stress and nervousness inside of you.
"I'll be gone then; I hope you two will have a great night too." You said and looked at the two horse lovers who were seated on the couch, playing games.
"We'll be fine. Just remember, if he shows any red flags, or you get a weird feeling, call me and I'll come get ya!" Gyro said looking at you sternly.
"Don't worry, as soon as he begins to resemble you, I'll give you a call." Gyro needed a second before he got what you were implying.
Johnny snickered along.
"Well, I best be going then, until later!" And with that you left the room and consequently the apartment. "Man, you're really messing up your chance." "As if I ever had one." Johnny answered his friend and sounded defeated. You stood outside the restaurant, nervous, unsure if he'd actually show up.
"I hope you weren't waiting for too long, I'm sorry for my delay." A voice from behind you said and made you spin around, smiling once you saw him. Diego looked fine tonight, and you wondered how it came to be he asked you out of all people available to him.
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You were bored out of your mind. Gyro and Johnny had been out riding for like one and a half hour already and they were still nowhere to be seen.
It wasn't their fault that you felt a little down today and therefore declined riding with either, so you didn't blame them.
You weren't big into riding yourself but coming with them to the stables, seeing them in their element and with Slow Dancer and Valkyrie and sometimes riding with them was such a highlight.
You loved how Gyro kept talking to his little "bella" as if she was his girlfriend and you loved seeing Johnny being happy while he rode on Slow Dancer.
But today... after your mood plummeted thanks to your feelings towards a certain blond rider, you rather sat in the shade near the stables and were on your phone.
To your surprise, some strange legs entered your view and in front of you stood Diego Brando.
You had heard of him, his reputation was that to thank for, and Johnny and Gyro had their run-ins with him and loved to rant about him.
"Hey there." You said unsure of what exactly would happen now. You looked around and only spotted a girl with short pink hair nearby.
"Yeah, hey. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out sometime?" You sat there dumbfounded.
A popular, good-looking guy, many girls surely would die for, just casually asked you out, without having ever spoken a word before. You blinked a couple of times.
"Eh..." was All you could answer before you saw the chance this was. A date, with someone who seemed interested in you and might make you realize you never actually crushed on Johnny.
"Sure. Why not." You said and Diego looked pleased.
"May I have your phone to give you my number?" Slightly embarrassed you handed the man your phone who quickly typed something in with his none gloved hand.
"There you go. Send me a message later yeah, love?" His British accent did make your knees a little weak.
Mindlessly you tugged a lose hair string behind your ear and looked at the newly made contact of "Diego 🦖" while said contact began striding back to his friend, who you assumed must be Hot Pants, the guys had also told you about her.
Not too long after that, Johnny and Gyro were back too.
"Did ya get bored waiting for us?" Gyro asked as he helped Johnny unmount. "A little."
"Your fault for not coming along. We found a real nice new path near a small river."
"I'll come along next time, then you can show me, yeah?" You answered Johnny and decided to keep the thing with Diego for yourself.
You knew if you let them know now, they'd go on a rant of how horrible he is and how you should never even talk to him unless you want him to eat your firstborn or whatever.
They sure painted him like a horrible person but to you, Diego seemed a little charming almost.
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#aint that a teaser?#do tell what you think and what youd maybe like to see happen#maybe ill include it if it fits the plot uwu#johnny joestar x reader#johnny x reader#jjba x reader
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First fic on this account, let’s go!!! This is just a silly story where Jeff & Sally r literally siblings guys. You don’t understand, look at them. I’m going insane.
Word Count — 1,511
Date — 2023-11-19
Note — this FIC does not include any romance at all, only platonic relationships are shown.
Scattered Drawings
The kid was weird, Jeff had decided that weeks ago when she had first came to the mansion. She had kept quiet, which was fine at first, then she started to follow him around the mansion like a lost dog.
“You have a shadow,” Tim comments from the sidelines, and Jeff has to bite back a remark. He knows he does, the little shit had been following him all morning! Everywhere he went, he had spotted a pink dress in the corner of his eye, and stare of two dull green eyes.
“Thanks, captian obvious.” He mutters, ignoring the look from Tim, and he most definitely refused to knowledge the sound of floor boards creaking just a couple inches away from him, instead prompting to grab some food from the cabinets.
Tim leaves the kitchen, meaning that Jeff is alone with the kid. He can feel her stare from be-hide him, he lets out a groan, turning around. “Fuck do you want?” He asks, tried and done of being trailed after.
She doesn’t answer, the only thing she does is bounce on her heels.
He frowns, looking the girl over— and really he should probably learn her name. “Can you talk?” He tries again, she just stares ahead with that creepy expression— he looks at her, slightly unnerved.
“Okkay then, do you want toast?” He questions, turning around to grab some bread from the cabinet, “can you even eat bread?”
He glances at her. She says nothing.
“You’re getting bread then,” He decides for her, passing the piece of probably stale bread at the girl. She looks at it, and for a second he thinks he has to ask if she knows what bread even is— but she smiles. “You gonn’ eat it?” She doesn’t answer.
Fuck, children we’re weird.
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The next day, unpredictability, she follows him to breakfast. Eyeless Jack is at the dining table, and moves his head towards the sounds of him walking— his mask is slightly lifted to expose his mouth.
“Jeffery, you’re up early.” The demon comments, and jeff has to hold back a scoff because he was— its eight am, usually he wouldn’t wake till the hours passed noon, but a certain little shit had woken him up by walking into his room.
The same little shit that is currently following after him.
“Fuck you, man. You’re not the only one who can wake up early.” He says, sliding into a seat across from Jack. The other just raises an eyebrow, before frowning. “There’s another presence?” Fuck, Jeff was gonna punch him in the face. Who even says presence anymore? “Yeah’, the kid the big man picked up.” He says, but gets caught off guard by a tug on his sweater. He glances down, and dirty little fingers are gripping at the back of his hoodie.
He looks back at Jack— and yeah, well. He’s a bit of a unsettling dude to watch eat, especially when the thing he’s eating is quite literally a human limb. Sometimes, he forgets how desensitized most people in the mansion are to well… everything.
He looks at the girl, who seems to be worried— or scared? Fuck, he doesn’t know, but for some reason he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like seeing her.. being like that.
Before Jack can get a word in, he stands up, pushing his chair out from the table. “Well, nice chatting, jackie, but I gotta go.” He ignores how the girls hand is on the sleeve of his sweater now, following after him as he leaves the dining room.
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Natalie, because of course it’s Natalie, who brings it up one day when they were trailing the forest.
“The new kid seems to like you.” She states, it’s not a question.
Jeff rolls his eyes. “Yeah, the fucker can’t seem to go a step away from me.” He was surprised when she hadn’t shown up to follow him on patrol, some part of him was worried. He ignored that. Natalie laughs, it’s sharp, ugly, but it’s Natalie, so it’s fine.
“Stuck to you like glue.” She laughs, he huffs.
“Hopefully she latches off, man. Maybe she’ll go to Jane or somethin’, give me a break.”
“Oh c’mon, I thought you would’ve liked the fact that she follows you around.”
“What?”
“‘Cause of your big ass ego, bigger than your forehead.” She snarks, and his eyes snap towards her, “I will stab you. I will stab you so good.” He narrows his eyes.
“Nah, I’m one of the only Proxies you like, you wouldn’t.” Natalie teases, it’s light hearted, but true. He bites his tongue. “Fuck you.” He says instead.
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He comes back from patrol, and there’s blood on his pants and sweater. Some loser adults we’re trailing the woods, trying to hunt down something. He walks into his room, welcomed in by his usual mess of a bed and floor— changes clothes, but before he can lay in bed he spots a paper on his covers.
It’s, well. It’s a drawing, not a well crafted one, by any means— but it’s a drawing for him, with two stick figures, a girl with a triangle pink dress and a more taller stick figure with black scribbles for hair and a red mess for a hoodie.
In the corner, the very top corner, there’s a little name scribbled in hot pink crayon— the name Sally, with a little heart.
Oh. The girls name was sally.
Without a second thought, he gently— more gently than he has ever held something before, puts the drawing on his wall with some loose tape he had found from his drawer.
—
Unlike the past week, he doesn’t get woken up early. Instead, he wakes up at two in the afternoon— he can hear footsteps from downstairs, and mumbled talking as well.
He has an urge to roll over and go back to sleep, but he doesn’t. Instead he sluggishly throws on a white tank and some pants he had found on his floor— before heading downstairs.
He was halfway down the stairs when he realized there wasn’t any footsteps from be-hide him. He turns his head, and the girl— Sally, isn’t there. He shakes his head, and goes down to the kitchen, where Brian seems to be one second away from dying while Ben talks his ear off.
He goes through breakfast, has a slight chat with Brian about the bitch ass that is Masky, but Sally never comes around.
“Have you seen the kid?” He questions Ben, who seems to be more interested in getting to the next level on his video game, or whatever. “Uh, the little girl? Short brunette?” He nods, cause who the fuck else would he be talking about? “Nah, haven’t seen her.” He says, back to his game.
“Thanks, Ben.” He says, dryly, ignoring the chippy “you’re welcome!” he gets in return.
Because he’s dumb, it takes him fifteen minutes to realize that she’s probably in her room— the room that was originally a spare office, until the operator came back from a child. On the door, there’s a sign that has a very badly drawn stuffed bear with the name Sally next to it.
He knocks on the door, and there’s some movement, but no talking— he’s not really sure if the girl can talk, so he opens the door. Sally is sitting on the floor, papers scattered everywhere with crayons of all colours next to them. There’s some stuffed animals too.
She looks at him. He sits down, watching as she goes back to drawing her pictures.
“I got the drawing you gave me,” he starts, “I really like how you drew my.. well, everything. You’re quite good.” He.. he doesn’t know why he is complimenting her, he would be caught dead rather than give praise to another person. But, she was, she is different some how. Smaller? Younger? Innocent? He doesn’t know. He swallows hard in his throat.
He looks at the other drawings, there’s some of animals— but there’s another of a messily done mansion, and a couple stick figures, one he can pick out is him, of all people once again in the drawing. “Didn’t see you this morning, get bored of following me?” He teases, but it’s light hearted, he doesn’t except an answer but—
“It was loud.” She says quietly, and he’s taken back by how quiet her voice is— how rough it sounds like she’s been screaming for hours at a time and lost it on the way. He looks at her, “downstairs?” He asks, “it was loud, downstairs?”
She doesn’t answer, instead just shrugging before scribbling on paper.
“Well, Sal.” He starts, ignoring the quick look she gives him at the name, “If you don’t want to hang around those jackasses downstairs, my rooms always open. I have some cool shit in there, too.” He says, “I can teach you on how to throw a knife or some shit.” Jeff shrugs, but she smiles at the words.
He doesn’t know why he feels proud because of that.
#creepypasta fanfic#jeff the killer#sally williams#eyeless jack#clockwork creepypasta#clockwork#slenderverse#slender proxy#found family#ticci toby#creepypasta fandom#fanfic#slenderman#lazari swann#parkersfanfic
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Hehehe sappy New Years post today bc yesterday did not go the way I expected. It’s still the new year day!!!
But God I do not know how to explain 2022.
My favorite word is dichotomy. For a lot of reasons, but also because I feel like it describes my life a lot. Because 2022 was the best and worst year of my life so far. I got to teach the most amazing group of children I have ever met, and did well enough that they’re personally asking me to come back and teach there, I wrote my thesis, worked three jobs, managed to graduate on time with a double major no one had ever attempted at my college, all the while interning and volunteering on the side and going to conferences to speak about my research.
And the entire time- as I genuinely, honestly, loved every minute- I was spiraling inside.
It was so bizarre to me, all of the bad stuff was over, everything should have been good. Only the most amazing things were coming my way, things most people dream about getting in their lives, and I was so upset I couldn’t breathe some days. In my criminally logical brain I couldn’t understand why I was fine through everything bad, but now that things were good I really wasn’t okay.
That’s the thing. When you’ve lived in survival mode for fifteen of the twenty one years of your life, you don’t realize the crash that comes from finally escaping the thing that was trying to kill you. I’d spent so long just getting by, that I had no idea how to live now that I had the chance. I was trying, and doing pretty well, but it just felt so…broken for lack of a better term.
But I kept with it. I loved when I could, and I healed whatever was possible to heal.
Which brings me to August, which brings me to Stranger Things, which brings me to one of the most amazing groups of people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Friends, Confidants, Creators, Inventors…Everything. Not only did I get a reinvigorated love for my writing, but I also got just the most lovely people in the whole world. At the risk of being too sappy, something that is more valuable to me than even my writing. People who slid into my life like they had always meant to be there, who understood me in ways I never expected to be understood.
I don’t know how to explain the absolute insanity for me of jumping into a server, having them all be on talking so fast my head was spinning, mildly considering just running for the hills bc how was I going to fit into a group that was already working so well together??, then saying fuck it and just giving them me exactly as I was, only to find they actually really liked that person, and I found that I did too.
Love is a weird concept for a lot of people, they think it has to be something deep and sacred. I just think it’s a gut instinct kind of pull, if it's deep, it's deep, if it isn't, it's still valid and true, and I haven’t met a person in this fandom who hasn’t had that same kind of pull for me.
From the people I’ve talked to once, to the ones I talk to every day, to the ones I don’t talk to at all who just hang out in my notes and sometimes leave tags on their reblogs (Yes I see you! I know you all by name and I get excited when I see its you in my notifications). From the people who comment on all my stories, to the ones who I see every day on my daily drabbles….I dunno it’s just really interesting to feel valued and not immediately want to shy away from that.
My New Years resolution as always is to be more in connection with people so! If you’ve ever had the urge to talk to me pls don’t hesitate to reach out. I generally dont bite, and I tend to be an okay person haha!
Anyway my sappy post has gotten as sappy and indulgent as I should let it be. Suffice to say that messed up kid I was in January, the one who had no clue what was coming and was afraid to hope for better, well he was finally able to let down his guard a little, and look what the universe had planned! I hate to say it, because it feels like a jinx, but I think ’23 is gonna be our year :D I'm knocking on wood aggressively as I type this, so hopefully that's enough
Tagging my mutuals/people who always make me so happy to see bc hey we all are and if y’all are being mushy I will also get to be mushy. I am sorry if I didn’t tag you it is not a ‘I don’t care’ and more a ‘I got five hours of sleep after being at the hospital for literally the entire night’ Love you guys!!!!
@stevethehairington @henderdads @thefreakandthehair @strawberryspence @gothbat99 @steddieassheg0es @riality-check @hexmionegranger @reindeerrobin @rougenancy @eddieunbanished @bonitabreezy @horsegirleddiemunson @maxinemaxmayfield @ruthofrhythm @willowworkswithwords @h0n3y-dw @marshmellowpaint @silverysnake @lizisodd @thelastwalkingsoul @aringofsalt @babyboyargyle @flowercrowngods @manda-panda-monium
#sappy New Years post#Liam edition lol#anyways I love you all to death#I think Lex was the first one to do this?#Which tracks bc she usually starts the train of amazing#but I just felt like hey gratitude time!#not stranger things#Liam speaks up
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