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#the teenage girl is teenage girling#not strong enough#thank you lucy dacus fro righting this lyric#I'm fine I wear#jusy peachy#:D#i love my life actually#lucy dacus#phoebe bridgers#julien baker#boygenius
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it’s 2:30am and i can’t sleep because of that video
#im actial feeling like im gonna cry#i jusy#djdndodkdidkdksk#FUUUUCK#i wanna scream into the void i am feeling so many emotions right now#peachy talks
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Bullies b0th 0f y0u!!!
#actually equius is jusy teasing her#and i have reas0ns t0 believe she likes it#peachy 0n the 0ther hand is literally laughing at her s0#make 0f that what y0u will#ic#original#feeling horsey#peachy
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NO UR NOT ALL THE BEAUTY INFLUENCERS ON YOUTUBE JUSY WANNA PRETEND THEYRE TAN SO IT LOOKS LIKE THEY GO ON VACATION AND MATCHES THEIR FAKE TANS
okay @omg-just-peachy and @lovelyirony said the same thing,,,and tbh i thought that too - but lit rally in every single makeup video i see they have foundation that doesn't match so i thought that maybe it was a thing to have it a shade darker or smth
#like a trend or smth??#like how thin brows used to be a thing???#idk i was just super confused thank you tho!!#adi answers asks#anon ask
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Insomnia- Minsung//CHAPTER 4
Pairing: Minho x Jisung (some sort of Changlix)
Stuffz to know: Fluff, angst, mention of sexual activity, family problems, and last but not least my bad humor
Summary: It’s not Jisung’s fought that a little somebody deiced to come back in town. It is his fault for the events that will happen this summer though.
I can’t sleep
So tell me
I stay awake again tonight
Maybe tomorrow night, too
So tell me now, I’ll find a way
Tomorrow night too, there is no other way
I can’t sleep
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It’s bothersome, everything about this situation for Jisung. Ever since that little Mario Kart tournament with Minho it has been nothing but hell. He couldn’t tell the truth! That’s the bothersome part of this not because Minho is down his throat everyday asking questions, the fact that he couldn’t be honest in the perfect moment. All I had to say was that I like your stupid ass. Jisung wants to scream it whenever they’re alone. He hates it. It’s a bitter feeling that never goes away when you have too much of it.
‘All you have to do is tell him.’ ‘I would rather jump off the next highest building.’ Hyunjin is right about the whole who cares if you tell him and nothing happens. Jisung has had these feelings for such a long time and he’s scared of the what if nothing happens. He wants something to happen.
“He’s been daydreaming for like an hour.” Sana waved a hand in Jisung’s face and he woke from his thoughts.
“I told you that he wasn’t dead.” Jinyoung said from the sidelines and Jackson protested, “What if this is his spirit talking? Did you think of that Mr. Park, no because you’re naive.”
“It hurts that you’re older than me.” Jinyoung walked away and Jackson followed close behind with a smug look.
“What got you in the clouds today?”
“A bothersome person.”
“Oh...Minho again.”
“How-”
“Come on, Jisung it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you’re head over heels for him. Had my suspicious since last year.”
“Well whatever.” Jisung huffed out and she grinned wide while leaning in closer to his face, “When are you two gonna tie the knot?”
“When I die!”
“You’re acting like it’s the end of the world just because you got a little crush. It’s easy when you get out of your head and listen to your heart.”
“How did you ask Momo out?”
“Simple I just went up to her back in senior year and said ‘Hey you’re cute, let’s date’. We’ve been dating for like two years now but been friends longer than that.”
“Wow.”
“That could be you and Minho, you know.”
“Shut your mouth.” Jisung tsked and Sana pouted crossing her arms, “What are you so afraid of?”
“His answer.”
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“Yeah...I guess I workout a little bit nothing special.” Changbin along with a few girls giggled among themselves and continue the conversation with flirts, giggles, physical contact but nothing so out there. Felix stood far on the other side of them with a grumpy look, murmuring curses to himself. His ears rang at every laugh he heard and his blood boiled whenever compliments were shared, but more importantly his heart broke whenever physical contact occurred even in the slightest.
“I haven’t seen you like this since freshman year when a senior called you an ugly freckled boy.” Jeongin spoke from behind Felix and looked in his direction to see exactly what he is so mad about.
“Oh...I get it now. You should go over there and be a jealous girlfriend, really show them.”
“We aren’t dating, he can be a man whore however he wants. I don’t care.”
“You sound really bitter.”
“Fuck off, Jeongin.” Felix went down one of the slides himself and marched over to the snack bar. Jeongin sighed and looked at Changbin who started to make his way back from talking those girls, he kept a little grin on his face.
“You look happy. Did you get one of their numbers?” Jeongin nudged his shoulder and Changbin nodded with the grin still painted on his face, “Yea and the really cute one too.” Changbin doesn’t know how Felix feels. Felix doesn’t bring it up because Changbin isn’t his for the keeping.
“You really always have it your way, huh?”
“Not all the time.”
“You can get anyone you want even when they are mindlessly running after you.”
“If your talking about Felix then just remember me and him aren’t serious. He’s like a little puppy that follows me, it’s cute to be honest.”
“I don’t see what he sees in you.”
“A really hot guy that understands him and would do anything for him in a heartbeat.” Changbin said as he typed in the cute girl’s number into his phone. Jeongin made a sour face, it isn’t his business to meddle into this but Felix and Changbin are his friends. He doesn’t want to see the other get hurt, more importantly he doesn’t want Felix to go through the same thing over again like last summer.
“You always flirt with others around him?”
“He flirts with guys right after I flirt with people but it’s nothing serious with them. I always remind Felix that he’s important to me.”
“So you still think you’re the good guy?”
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It hasn’t even been a month into summer and Jisung has already had enough of it. He doesn’t know what could be worst, Minho being extra annoying lately or that his insomnia has gotten worse. He can’t sleep anymore. The others notice his sudden change in attitude to no talking at all since his energy isn’t at its highest. He doesn’t remember the last time he went to sleep and actually stayed asleep or if he ever did.
“Do we need to go to another store?”
“We went to all of them even in Victoria Secret.”
“Let’s go to the food court.” It was Seungmin’s idea to go to the mall together and have a well deserved shopping day. They went after work since today was payday and almost all of their checks got spoiled on themselves. Jisung didn’t spend his money on anything in the stores since he was too tired to even browse plus the money he earns will be for his quick escape away from his family. Changbin blew his whole check at GameStop while everyone else spent it on a new wardrobe because why not.
“You should eat something, Jisung. You don’t look too hot.” Everyone munched on their food except for Jisung who just sat in the corner while he tried to keep his head from drifting off.
“I don’t have any money.” It was a lie that everyone knew and no one called him for it but Chan wanted to cause a scene. He got ready to yell at Jisung but Minho instead gave him his chicken sandwich from Burger King.
“I don’t want-”
“You need it more than I do.” Minho gave the biggest smile and Jisung hid his face away in the sandwich.
“They’re on sharing food level already. You should talk notes, Changbin.”
“I know all the levels by now! Right, Felix?” Changbin turned to the boy in question and got completely ignored as Felix talked with a boy from the table across them. Jeongin laughed to himself at the little fight they just started.
“Your face turned really sour just now, Changbin. You okay over there?” Jeongin giggled.
“Jusy peachy.” Felix came back to the table with a little smile on his face.
"Mhhh...did you get the digits?" Woojin nudged his shoulder and he shrugged still smiling, "Whatever you wanna call it."
“You’re just gonna go on a date with a complete stranger?”
“Actually I’ve been talking to him for a while. I told him to come meet me here."
"Probably still is a stranger."
"And is that any of your business?" Felix snapped at Changbin with his voice turning deep and serious, "I don't think it is, Changbin." Everyone sat in silence waiting for the other to make the next move. After a while it was pretty clear who won, no one.
#stray kids changbin#stray kids felix#stray kids hyunjin#stray kids kpop#stray kids#stray kids jisung#stray kids jeongin#stray kids changlix#stray kids chan#stray kids woochan#stray kids woojin#stray kids minho#stray kids minsung#stray kids lee know#minsung
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could you write something (i don't really care what form) where lotor is sick and Allura takes care of him?
Lotura- “I’m not sick.”
[here ya go my lovely anon!! ❤️❤️]
It all started with a sneeze. Reasonably unnoticeable. Maybe just dust.
“Bless you...” Allura murmured as she’s typed mindlessly upon her hologram screen, not even thinking much of it.
“Strange term...” Lotor sniffled, looking up and wiping his nose. He did sound fairly nasily, but again. Not worth concern yet. The violet skinned man was a powerful galra. There was no need to worry over a small sneeze. That would merely be insulting to him...
“What’s a strange term?” Allura murmured.
“Bless you...” Lotor replied.
“Why would you bless me at a time like this?”
Suddenly Allura chuckled.
“Ah i see.” She turned to face him, taking her attention away from key pad for a mere moment.
“It’s an earth term you see! They say it when one sneezes! Quiznack i can’t believe i even said such a silly thing! I suppose I’ve merely picked up on it having heard it so many- ERR?” She literally squeaked upon her crystal blue eyes finally gazing upon his face.
To put it to simplest terms, not sugar coating anything. He looked HORRID. Bags under his eyes, violet skin much paler than usual, his nose slightly red from strenuous rubbing. She stuttered slightly as he coughed.
“What....?” He murmured, wiping his nose once again on his sleeve.
“You look as if you’ve seen a collapsing planet....”
“Somewhere near that...” Allura muttered under her breath, averting she contact. Lotor raised a brow.
“What was that?”
“Nothing...” she murmured.
“Lotor... dearest...” she stepped forewords slowly, reaching one gloved hand up to caress his cheek. It was hot to the touch.
“Have you slept... recently... at all?”
Lotor raised a brow.
“Of course.” He muttered softly.
“What would make you think otherwise...?”
Allura sighed.
“Are you... feeling ill?” With that statement Lotor seemed to realize what she meant and yanked away from her touch quickly, spinning back around to sharply face his board and continue working.
“I am feeling wonderful love!” He said quickly, clearly trying to fake a more upbeat tone.
“Better than ever! As the paladins would say- peachy!”
Allura narrowed her eyes. She could tell what he was doing. Galra had a significant hatred against weakness. And in their eyes being sick was weakness. Lotor may have been trying to embrace his Altean heritage. But he was raised Galra. That was how it was.
“Lotor...” Allura said softly.
“Love...”
“i am wonderful Allura.” He turned quickly and pecked her forehead.
“No need to worry about me.” And he went back to working. Nothing else said on the matter. But this wouldn’t be the last of it oh no.
Later that afternoon she walked past the room he was giving orders in, hoping to be able to hear the silky melodious tone of her lovers deep commanding voice, even for a second. Instead she was greeted with what sounded like a dying yelmore. Like somebody had taken sand paper to her poor Lotor’s through. She paused outside the door and literally walked back a few steps so she could peer inside.
Lotor could barely speak and was going into a fit of coughing hysterics that would repeatedly stop him from being able to give orders. The Galra on screen seemed to be quite concerned and confused about their emperors state.
Allura figured she should take matters into her own hands... sneakily.
So she walked into the room, dusting off the pink of her paladin suit.
“Lotor my dearest.” She stroked his hair.
“The paladins need you in the meeting room to discuss a plan immediately. There can be no waiting! I’ve already been informed of what’s going on but they need to run it by you of course.”
“But- bu-“ Lotor gruffly stuttered, pointed ears drooping as he pointed at the screen.
Allura gave a warm smile.
“I can handle it My emperor.. jusy scoot along.” She hummed. Lotor seemed to pause for a second, thinking, then nodded and quickly moved off looking slightly dizzy and even stumbling in the doorway as he left. Allura finished giving out orders, but let’s just say her concern had significantly grown.
The last straw of course had to come eventually, and it did when she walked past the ship bathrooms to hear a string of horrible... awful coughing and gagging. She stopped for a moment, about to continue walking when she heard a groan that greatly reminded her of-
“Lotor-“ She turned around quickly and pushed open the door to find her poor Galran lover hunched over a toilet, holding his stomach as he threw up the last remains of his dinner.
“Lotor!” She rushed over quickly to brush a strand of his white hair away from his forehead. Lotor seemed to pull away in shock and embarrassment.
“A-Allura.”
“My love you should have told me you were feeling this ill!”
“But i am not.” He tried to reason dizzily once again. Allura shook her head.
“Quiznack.” She spat.
“Don’t tank my Wimble like that you idiot.” She knelt down next to him, brushing the strands of hair sticking to his sweaty face away.
“No more working. You’re sick.”
“I am not sick.”
“Yes Lotor. Yes you are.”
After about thirty minutes of protesting she managed to get him into a bed. Kissing his forehead she murmured.
“You stay here... I’ll go and get you something else to eat-“ But by the time she was to the doorway, he was passed out from exhaustion. She stared for a moment before smiling in pity at the poor galran emporor.
Walking over she sat down next to the bed, kissing his temple and softly stroking his hair.
“My sweet... don’t you know you can tell me anything...”
Lotor slowly opened one eye.
“Anything..?” He mumbled. She nodded softly. He then breathed out.
“Then i shall tell you... i would appreciate it if you spent the night with me... and pet my hair some more.”
Allura chuckled softly.
“Of course dearest.”
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Part 1 of many
I am 32 married, house, car, two dogs, a job, fit, happy, healthy, friends, and family.
Until ...
One day in 2014, moments after I had asked for a divorce from husband, my world came crumbling down. I moved 1500 miles to the land of Minnesota where I have struggled to keep my head even close to the surface of being okay financially, mentally, and physically. Things progressed and I began to use drugs and liquor, In and out or rehab, living on the street, and taking advantage of the niceness of others if they would let me rent from them, especially if i would promise money, lose my job due to my depression and anxiety, spend my savings on drugs to masc my pain, and not have any money for rent.
2016(feb)- im single, living it up, drinking stuff, i was doing drugs, having sex for drugs, sex for places to sleep and then I got really sick. I go in to the doctor and i was diagnosed GohnaClamidyaSyphilAids. I hadnt been sexual with a wide variety of people, but it seemed wierd to have all to these at once. Thats the first time i kind of noticed the drugs and sex were a whole different ball game in minnesota...but things cleared up .....it took a while because im allergic to pennecilin, got my counts up, I went from and aids diagnosis to a undetectable viral load, healthy, but not happy.
I still had a hole inside me that was getting bigger. I was no longer using meth i wasnt talking to my druggin people, i was developing "friendships" in the sober community, i was maintaining a job, i had a car, living in a sober house, and that stupid depression started feeding off the guilt and shame from being used by those guys to be their host of all their std's, and I got weaker amd BAM BAM-Hit it. I hit the druhs hard... with the same guys who had most likely givwb ne the stds.this time......another STI. Whatever, im a slut, perdect at leqst Im being validated, and was fixed with a pill. Im not having the time of my life, I should be, Im in my early 30s. I get into rehab, I get "better" but now im not getting attention from guys around me. I am not dating, im not havung sex, im not communicating very well with the guys around me, im jusy becoming bitter, and passive agressive, and talking so negative about myself and others, it has to be my weight their weight, , my teether arent brite enough, i dont have a good enough job, i dont have new clothes, Im this, that, and the other thing, and when a guy did talk to mw(which i think was a bet from his friends cuz by this point im shrek amdbbn ive been used to look like a foolby guys in the pasr) i would start to play this game, i woukd flirt along with them, ask the right questions, pretend im interested im their dumb job or their cat matilda, or ur stuck in a bad relationship the passed two years...blah blah blah
I stopped caring and i was becoming a mean girl. Likejanice, and regina had a baby....
Sex, well since my extravaganza of all the stis, and my trust of guys plummeted, how do you get all of them at once, unless your being targeted is what i wqs thinking.
The drug world can get intense. A lot of lying, stealing, cheating, games, unless...They were only that way with me. I always kinda knew that these guys werent supportive of me like they were eachother. It didnt seem like they trusted me. I mean I didnt steal their drugs like their buddies dis, maybe i did in different ways, but nothong on purpose, I would get shorted on my bags, and i would get setup by them to look like a fool. I was not getting invited to the sex parties, and they would make snyde comments while i was naked like how small my penis was, or that my butt was too small, too much Bush, not enough bush, back hair, ass hair, no hair muscles are too small, too much fat, blah blah i would act too crazy when i shot up meth. I was now an outcast in the drug world, the sober world, the lgbtqia world, and im feeling more alone each and every day.blah blah blah poor me get off the drugs.
I feel like all of this has stemmed from my divorce. I had told my husband I was not attracted to him anymore, that I wished he had a bigger penis, I hated edward mya, i didnt like him following me and that I thought Bathsheeba was a fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid cat. I started giving him reasons too follow me, check in on me, track my phone, (which he still is im sure of it) Well, A reason.. Started "cheating" i found that meth and sex was a lot of fun...yes I am the villan in my own story but as hopefully you can see, it takes two to tango. In an attempt to have my own separate life with friends I would drink after work, my husband would get his pissy pants on, or jealous, or whatever and drive thru the parking lot lurking to see if I was there. One night I decided that ill let me fuck some strangers. #bathouse #guesswhowasthere
Anyway, he waited for me to come out of the bathhouse we had a talk, i asked for the divorce, it was a fairly pleasent divorce. He was already dating, i found my love in a needle things were just peachy.
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I just absolutely LOVE that every time you come home you either argue with someone or storm around the house passive aggressively talking to yourself about how shitty I am 🙃
#its the best#i have great parents#theyre jusy the best#i love em#theyre totally not the reason for most of my problems or anything loke that#i have horrible self esteem because of reasons other than constanlty being called a piece of shit :)#tonight has just been fucking peachy#sarcasm#anna's log
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