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amvro · 4 months

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pairing: amuro tooru x reader

summary: he is home late (again) but you love to stay up for him

cw: i would not say suggestive but a lot of kissing implied ? IDK IM SORRY, it’s very short

It wasn’t rare for you to be staying up waiting for him to come home, but tonight he was especially late coming home and he truly did not expect you to still be up. The clock almost ticked 3:30am and he truly wished he didn’t have to stay out so late if he knew you would still be up. He was going to ask why you were still up and tell you about how you should’ve just slept without him, but he knew you would tell him you would be too worried to fall asleep regardless.

“I’m so sorry I was so late,” he said, apologetically. “But really, next time you shouldn’t mind me. It’s far too late.”

“And it’s far too late for you to be out with no one to greet you when you come home,” you replied with a soft smile. Gosh he was in love with you. “Waiting for you to come home is one of my happiest times, at least let me do this much. Besides, it’s a Friday we get to sleep in tomorrow.”

And you were absolutely correct. Although he’d tell you every single time to go ahead and sleep, it still warmed his heart when he saw you reading a book or scrolling through your phone with a warm tea, waiting for him to come home. The way your face would brighten up when he came home was truly the only thing that could heal him from a long day at work.

“I’ll hop in the shower real quick, so go to sleep okay? It’s still not good to be up this late,” he said as he took off his coat and put his stuff down, getting ready to step into the bathroom.

“Wait,” you said, almost subconsciously.

“What is it, love?”

“Oh, um,” you said, you hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “....kiss?”

A faint blush covered his face as his eyes narrowed and lips pursed. He did not understand how you managed to make his heart flutter from such simple words after all this time, but he did understand that this wasn’t going to go away. He walked right back to you and pressed a kiss on your lips. He was going to kiss you again when he resisted the temptation and kissed you on your forehead instead.

“Why not?” you asked quietly. You were going to kill him if you kept this up.

“Because I’m not going to be able to stop at this rate,” he said, but you went and kissed him instead.

“But I don’t want you to...” you said. That was it, he was giving in. Saving the country was a whole lot easier of a challenge than the ones you gave him it seemed.

“Okay, now you’ve done it,” he said, kissing you again.

The shower will have to wait a little.

#furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #furuya rei #amuro tōru #amuro tooru #detective conan x reader #NOTTTTT PROOFREAD #i sat down at like 2am and dumped whatever words would come out of me #so truly if i wake up and this is literally the most horrid thing ive written in my life please forgive me #um i am BACK !!!!#ALSO I SEE THE ASKS I PROMISE I WILL GET TO THEM #THEY ARE COMIGN #I AM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THEM ACTUALLY #I HOPE TO FINISH ALL OF THEM WHILE IM IN WINTER BREAK SO HOPEFULLY WITHIN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS THEY WILL BE WRITTEN #THANK U SO SO MUCH FOR READING I HOPE U ENJOYED #im sorry this is so short so consider it a drabble i was going to make it a blurb but it is past blurb length i fear

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zkretchy · 1 year

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tbh all alive Wolf Witchers are just as ‘bad’ just in different ways and loudness-levels

#drawing chibi letho aka just putting a wholeass closet down #the witcher #possession au #kiyan #geralt #how does kiyan know lambert? easy-Aiden #when you colour one thing and then pause it to sketch something related to it for an extra post #but thats for later because now...its 2am....as per usual #ye olden wolf witchers 'you must be a neutral emotionless monster slayer'#Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde about to ignore all of that #i would have added something about him slaying monsters of the human kind as well #but my brain didnt come up with any good short words/sentences for that and also space issues #also me sketching geralt with his hair down-who is this man #i dont know what happened he just turned out that way #the lighting doesnt help him here either #babygirlifying him #i didnt check any refs for letho btw so idk if that height works or not #or the clothes tbh #same w/ gaetan but i remembered his lil red boots #idc if its a graphic glitch or not he is lil red riding boots now or whatever clever wording some may come up #I however will go fuck off and sleep now-nighty and have a good one~#art #zkretchy

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sanctus-ingenium · 8 months

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is there anything/anyone that crosses over in mez and inver?

nope. entirely separate settings and the stories serve different purposes

#i don't like crossovers and it would dilute both stories' clarity of theme to let them touch #it's 2am im sleeoy but you know what i mean..#inver is bigger and more sequential over its history. where hate rules is quite short and has no sequels it's about One thing

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morganee · 1 year

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Byler Week 2023 - Day 4: Summer Love

In a world where Hopper survives the explosion at Starcourt Mall, the Byers never leave Hawkins and Vecna is still just a character in a board game, the Party enjoys a week of camping near a lake during the summer of 1986.

title: whispered words down by the lake word count: 23,735 link: whispered words down by the lake on ao3

#byler #bylerweek2023 #bylerweek #Day 4: Summer Love #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #yes I am still doing this #I have no idea how this turned out to be a 23k fic #I thought it would be like a cute short 6k fic #help #I literally cannot write short fics #also this title made me go through hell - if it doesnt make sense pls someone tell me #it's 2am and I dont understand anything anymore #my fanfiction

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nandysparadox · 3 months

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autumn can you arrive faster. please

#i was actually vibing w the summer weather for once bc january rains more but it's soso hot today how do i sleep in these conditions!!!!!#and heres the thing i hate cold too. it takes away my cute short outfits. it takes away my shorts and tbh i hate wearing pants #also it's miserable!!! the whole time!! and we don't even have snow to bring me joy !!#but the heat. it does something that might be worse. takes away my precious sleep..#THESE ARE NOT OPTIMAL CONDITIONS #can you tell it's almost 2am #cherry chats🍒

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cleaning-has-its-benefits · 11 months

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This month I decided to be more self indulgent.

So, this is a follow-up post to one from some time ago, that one about that shelved fic of mine about the last stranger. I thought of a possible ending to it and since it wasn’t leaving my mind I decided to write it down. I went with the most angsty route for this one, also I wrote this in one go so there isn’t much editing.

Tw’s for self-harm, suicide (kinda implied) and violent imagery.

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His steps made no sound as he walked through the Vast Forest, not fast, not slow, reaching into his bag, touching the different objects inside and choosing, mindlessly, which one to place next, his thoughts elsewhere.

First, it was The Wisest. She was given the cruel punishment of years-long solitude, completely secluded from the world, with nothing to hear, nothing to see, nothing to smell, nothing to taste, nothing to touch… How is a mind supposed to handle that? How is a ‘self’ supposed to remain in such situation? All for simply trying to help. The sage’s sorrow does not come from the wisdom itself, but from knowing the dangers, the consequences, the preventions and solutions, yet being shushed by those they meant to help, for their help is ‘inconvenient’… Her demise was our first lesson.

He placed a red bottle cap on the ground.

Second, it was The Oldest. He knew an ancient time, he grew with The dreamer. He listened to The dreamerwith fondness, near-sighted… or was he? He smiled at us, like he smiled at those before us, like he smiled while crunching the bones of our tiny, minuscule, insignificant selves. A millenary being, surrounded by fleeting, disposable beings… The beast was an example, a down-scaled model, easier to understand for us. Embodied our reality and foretold the end… but we could predict it already.

He placed a red puzzle piece on the ground.

Third, it was The Favorite. It stood were the paths of complacency and defiance diverged. It stood, and never moved, a paw on The dreamer’s head, while he hugged it’s fluffy belly. That was all it was meant to do, a plush meant to be hugged. All it wanted was for The dreamer to be serene, yet it stood, hoping for someone to help him better than any of us could. In the meant time, it would be a blanket, for The dreamer. But it wasn’t enough, so it became a pillow fortress. But it wasn’t enough, so it became a shield of cotton. What is a shield of cotton supposed to accomplish?

He placed a red knife on the ground.

Rule of three, The Guardian’s fate was no surprise.

He looked down at the bright red knife, stopping his walk. The knife did nothing while he looked at it. Tainted in so much blood, yet it didn’t do anything when he crouched and picked it up.

All his friends were killed with this knife.

He wielded the knife and it didn’t do anything. It was harmless in his grip.

One by one, they learned to see death reflected on the blade.

He grazed the sharp edge with his index finger. It was so sharp it cut the skin that so lightly touched it, and when he pressed a bit more, it easily cut through the flesh, drawing blood.

“Ow…”

Is this the pain they felt?

One by one…

Murdered.

With this knife.

He got up and sent the knife flying against the ground. “Murderer!”

The knife bounced once before helplessly laying on the ground again. All insults died in his throat as none were enough to convey the rage he felt and, with a swift movement of his hand, black vines broke out of his skin. Mid air, they grew thorns and he sent them down against the knife to hit relentlessly. Like whips, they were designed to tear flesh at high speeds, but all they did was rise a cloud of dirt. The attack was brief. The vines retreated into his arms and he let the dirt in the air dissipate.

Not a single scratch on the knife.

Black roots separated the ground and wrapped around the knife, tighter and tighter as they retreated back, ready to kill by suffocation either from their sheer force or from being buried underground. Before they could finish the job, he dismissed them. Not all of them left, as the knife had cut a handful. Just a matter of how sharp it was, it didn’t have the will to cut.

The knife remained as shiny as before.

Stubborn, just like his owner.

That didn’t save your owner, however.

This time, a single vine slid out of his sleeve. Akin to a snake, it made it’s way towards the closest tree. It climbed the rotten trunk to the first branch in it’s path, which it circled thrice before heading down for the knife, not as a vine anymore, but as a rope. It wrapped around the knife’s handle, tying itself into a noose. He pulled and the rope snapped in half, one retreating back from were it came, the other tightening the knot around the branch.

The knife swinged lightly with the wind.

He watched his work, the rage giving way to the numbness of before.

I hope you suffered. I hope your stubbornness made you suffer until the very last second.

The knife didn’t care. It didn’t care about the fate of it’s owner. It didn’t care for it’s sharpness or how many had been killed with it. It didn’t care for the screams of pain from the punished, nor The dreamer’s wailing echoing all around the decaying world, for what seemed like an eternity.

He had tried it all, from covering his ears to screaming his lungs out, the wailing just wouldn’t quiet down. It was maddening, but what could anyone do but tolerate it?

…His guardian dog isn’t around anymore, is he?

His nails digged into his palms.

The dreamer kept crying.

He made a sharp turn in the first direction his intuition told him to and set off, in a race to find him. It was impossible to locate The dreamer by hearing, the wailing equally loud everywhere, so he relied on pure instinct, his feet hitting the oily ground from where few patches of pale grass still remained. He ran pass sick trees with low, weak hanging branches, the rot reaching the leaves.

The dreamer let out a ear-piercing scream.

Why don’t you shut up?! You choose this, you and no one else! My friends warned you time and time again and yet you never listened, and now you force everyone to hear your whining?! I’ll show you what it feels like to be silenced! Who’s gonna show the face for you, now? Do you even remember how to defend yourself? You better learn quickly, I’m not letting you run away this time.

He imagined how The dreamer would react when he spotted him. He’ll lift his face from his knees, a pathetic mess, Whatever emotion there was in his eyes won’t matter, as his entire being will be overtaken with dread. The dreamer, as always, will try to run away, but a simple root in his path will be enough to make him trip. He won’t even lift a finger, roots are all he needs. The dreamer’s cries won’t make it far while buried.

The dreamer kept crying. His sobbing was hard to understand, but from time to time he managed to form words. He called the names of his loved ones, so far away, asking for their help, relief for this immense pain, a solution for this mess he had gotten himself into. Yet, none of them answered, none of them could hear the screams inside his mind. He was alone, even in his ideal world.

The image stopped him right on his tracks. The hatred that had driven him barely some seconds ago vanished completely. Disbelief at his own behavior took it’s place.

I’m… This is not what I’m supposed to do. I can’t attack Sunny, I’m supposed to help him…

The dreamer kept crying. The world he created kept falling apart all around him.

But how was he supposed to do that? How was he supposed to help? What could he do? His friends couldn’t accomplish anything in six years, what could he manage to do in… he didn’t even know how much time was left. Hours? Minutes?

…This was the perfect chance. With Omori gone, they could talk with The dreamer directly and with all the patience they might need, with all disregard for the ticking of the clock. No need to speak in short messages, carefully selecting each word to not set him off… It was the perfect chance.

Just… why had to be him, out of everyone? Why was this chance given to him…? Maybe one of his friends could have… managed to… anything. All he could think about was guiding The dreamer to the truth, but if he was crying like that, then surely he knew everything.

He didn’t have a clue on how to help The dreamer at this point… nor he was sure he wanted to. His friends and him knew the path The dreamer choose would end like this, and if they knew, The dreamer, deep down, had to know it too. He’s just facing the consequences of his actions at last.

…What would his friends say if they heard his thoughts regarding The dreamer? Could he even call them his thoughts, or was The dreamer’s self-hatred influencing his way of thinking? They warned him this was likely to happen… Were this hatred and rage actually his?

At some point he had began to rub his own arms, but it took him a while to notice. It felt nice. He kept doing that, while thinking on what he should do, what he was supposed to do, the point of his existence. Questions with blank answers.

What is one supposed to do when the world was about to end? When in any second now, everyone would die?

‘do whatever you want,’ his friends had said. When thinking of ‘should’ gave no guidance, maybe changing the wording would help.

What would he like to do in his last moments?

What would be of his liking?

What did he want?

He kept rubbing his arms. They felt a bit less cold.

A hug.

He just wanted a hug. Someone to give him a hug, he didn’t ask for more… but he would be grateful for a hug and a few words of comfort. What words? ‘you did what you could, all of you. Simply, the stakes were against you from the start. The chances of success were low then, and just kept getting lower. This situation was beyond your hands. You did what you could.’

He let out a shaky sigh. “We did what we could…”

Yet, it was the end of the world and he would face it completely alone.

He stopped rubbing his arms. He had to clean his tears instead. He cried silently, just like his friends had taught him to.

“Why d-did it all have to end like this…?”

He tried to cry silently, but there was no way to stop his sobbing, the more he thought of his solitude. From his creation to his death, he had the same yearning: a friend. Just one. Just one person in the entire world that he could feel a bond with. Just one person to accompany him now. Just one…

That was when he heard the whistle.

‘Locate, then run,’ was what his friends had instructed him to do in these situations. With the state of the Vast Forest, it was easy for him to spot three colorful figures: a Kel, an Aubrey, and a Hero, but only in appearance. It wasn’t the first time they had encountered him.

The Kel was quickly approaching, running full-speed, in that overly efficient way that made one wonder if he even remembered what it was like to run for simple fun. The Aubrey followed close behind, wielding her bat, which looked like it was used recently. The Hero stood still, watching him, analyzing every single movement he might made, to command accordingly.

There were a few seconds of advantage at his favor, before the Kel was too close to escape from him, crucial seconds, that he had to use wisely, specially now that he was alone and the others couldn’t do the relay-trick for him and confuse the chaser… but getting away from those three was always so complicated, so tiresome…

The Kel kept approaching.

No way he could run away from him now.

The Kel kept approaching, with that unnaturally-wide smile of his, teeth tainted and eyes bloodshot.

It was a bit scary… but on the surface he was still Kel, maybe a bit on the inside too, that goofy and easy-going friend who always brightened everyone’s day with his occurrences.

Kel was getting nearer, running so fast, he must really want to reach him as soon as possible!

He turned his way, to face him fully. The dark purple eyes met his bright ones.

Kel ran towards him, and Basil, too, ran towards him.

“My friends! You found me!”

Basil was so happy! He laughed, tears of joy distorted his sight. The end of the world was a scary thing, but with his friends- if he could be with his friends the last seconds of his life-!

Kel was so close him now, Basil could see he carried Hector in his hand! He wiped his tears with his forearm, extended his arms towards his friends and closed his eyes. “I missed- I missed you so much!”

His friends would rescue him from this nightmare.

Finally, he could go back home.

#ideas that i'll never finish or even start #omori stranger #<- originally I wasnt going to tag but I did for the 4 people that read my last post and might be interested in a follow up #or maybe not #hopefully my anxiety wont nag me too much about it #this was supposed to be a short thing but ive spent the last two days writing non stop #im beat #its going to be 2am here soon #anyways #people have been talking about stranger more often lately #im happy for him!

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itsbrucey · 7 months

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Reading Closeson fanfics so good my entire perception of the dynamic shifts

#shout out ajaystillblue. almost cried !#im going to read emergency contact when its not 2am bc otherwise im going to actually sob #want to do my own fics but writing is hard and i get self concious. alas.#no but i have like.... some. fic ideas. but they'd be a short couple of chapters bc i can't do long running things #trying to pick scenes i want to doodle but gotta keep it clean for tumblr

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hella1975 · 1 year

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happy eurovison!! do your stretches!!!

babe it's been days since i did my stretches at this point im too scared

#in my defence idk WHAT was going on with my sunday shift bc i only waitressed 7 hours and that's a pretty normal shift for me #like im aware compared to a normal person it would be very difficult to just out of nowhere expect them to be on their feet #walking back and forth the entire length of a restaurant regularly carrying heavy things all the while keeping up ABOVE AND BEYOND socially #for SEVEN ENTIRE HOURS with ZERO BREAK like masking that entire time on top of the 7 hour physical workout #like it's insane if u think about it for more than 2 seconds and im really trying to bc every time i falter i beat the shit out of myself #and like? NO? my job is actually very physically demanding and emotionally draining compared to most people's day-to-day activity #it's gonna have impacts sometimes!#so yeah long story short i finished my shift sunday and when i tell you my legs LOCKED UP in bed that night #like mainly my thighs but it was all in my hips and knees and it was so bad that i lay there until 2am before getting painkillers #bc i couldnt hack it #which is SAYING SOMETHING for me bc im normally both quite good with pain and also a hardass for taking painkillers #ive had that happen once before (again after waitressing lol) & never worried about it but my mum recently got diagnosed with arthritis #and ever since ive been like. Looking at my own joints any time they even HINT at playing up #like i am RENOWNED for inhereting all of my mum's medical shit from mental to physical like i KNOW i'll get it it's just a matter of when #and yeah that was sunday it's now tuesday and my thighs STILL feel bruised #and im like. embarassed about it bc it's not like i did anything spectacular? and idk why it's happening?#yeah idk hiiii rori did u like me ranting about my physical health in ur stretch reminder ask sorry do u still think im hot <3 #ask

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vos-videmus · 2 years

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"I could have killed you. Almost did."

"I wouldn't have held it against you."

#cyberpunk 2077 #c.png #bryce mosley #steven #ship: short circuit #casual rooftop talk after a rough week #shit happens #and stevies never been exactly mentally stable #gets worse over the time they work together tbh #hyperfixation on a very unhealthy thing that almost ends up completely consuming him #add that on top of some growing paranoia #king your frontal lobe is not developed at all ❤️#fucking typo smh this is why i shouldn't post at 2am

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eepybubble · 1 year

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with the hypothetical image of me you have in your head would i look hot in this haircut lmao

#it's 2am and i want to change my hair again this is my dumping ground for whatever i want #the thing is my friend got her hair cut like this recently anf i don't want to copy her #but like #i want short hair #like this #i'm not actual expecting a response i'm talking to myself rn #borf barks

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cherrysnax · 1 year

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it’s probably just the depressions and the dissociative disorders but I often feel like I’m just possessing my own dead body

#i feel wrong. fake. gone. in a way that I can never explain #i few twisted like im watching someone just. wither away and I want to help them but it’s me #everything feels so heavy and so weird #and idk it’s like the small things #my lips seem to move different my eyes seems slightly too far apart #my reflection takes too long to change #just a second too long #am I losing my fucking mind #n of course this isn’t helped by the misfit toys #hm. that’s very specific wording that I personally don’t use #I’m not gonna dwell on it too much but I see u #either way #idk I just feel too long too short too unbaalanced #it may be the drink. I feel so much resentment for so many people rn it’s insane but but but the stuff I use to help w my bpd rlly works #just cause I feel like ass at one moment doesn’t my feelings r right n even if people constant treat me like SHIT it doesn’t actually mean #they treat me like shit I just perceive it #at least Chevys back home for another day. so many of those thoughts go away when they’re around #I just wish my brain knew it wasn’t like. always go time I want to be able to relax fr #esp since my ass does NOTHING IM JUST A SACK of shit or something idk #it’s 2am I have to be up at 8 lmaooo i fuckin hate it here. I’ve gathered that I’m just depressed and nothing is actually wrong #well I mean there is. I’m very mentally ill and am constantly surrounded by stressors so I’ll never really be able to heal until I leave #but besides that things r pretty okay :’) I will be okay #I thought abt my butch once and now I’m 60% less breakdowny I love lesbianism

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risingsunresistance · 2 years

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this is the cost of you gradually making his coat fluffier and fluffier. eventually you reach sans. - flappies

YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO BC I ACTUALLY RLLY LIKE THIS SKETCH, GUESS HE'S JUST SANS NOW </3

#ITS FOR THE SKYBLOCK POKEMON AU THING. HE HAS SHORTS #THAT'S WHAT DID IT. ADDING THE SHORTS JUST MADE SANS #I DONT WANNA GIVE HIM PANTS SO IM JUST STUCK WITH THIS HELP #it's almost 2am i'm too tired for this JFHKDH i'll fix it tomorrow. or not. maybe it'll stay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#asks #anons #flappies anon

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mntcoronet · 2 years

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*pause moment* hey why the fuck did I just realise that during high school, I felt like a fair number of my peers (from outside my friends group) treated me somewhat more "softly" or like a child than they would've done with other people. and why was that

#maggles ramblings #like idk if they were actually doing that or if that's just what i Felt was happening #but. when they'd have to talk to me for things; like short 'do this in pairs' stuff; i def felt like they treated me differently #like I'd point out something in the thing we were looking at and they'd go 'oh wow good observation!!' as if we weren't the same age #maybe they just acted differently cos they didn't wanna be doing it. which like sure. but man u could at least try to discuss the topic #or did i seem like too much of a shy little creature that only just learned human speech that they forgot i was competent enough to get A's #but hhh man idk. i never know how people perceive me that's the real issue here #i can sorta make estimations based on how they talk to me; i can tell well enough if someone just doesn't wanna keep talking to me #but that doesn't mean i can figure out WHY. but i do know that sometimes it feels like.. they pick up on something about me #like i can roughly tell whether the person talking to me still considers me Just A Normal Guy or if they've realised like 'hey...#this person doesn't quite Get It with regards to social/conversation stuff'. bc of the way they talk. but i still never know why!!#like sure every time i go have conversations with new people i feel like I'm just pretending to be A Normal Person yknow #and when other people who seem very socially competent Keep talking to me i just think oh wow you haven't figured it out yet that's wild #figured what out? idk that I'm just pretending i guess. about what? uh good question just pretending in general #pretending like i know what to say; that it feels completely Natural to talk like that; like I'm not mentally rating each of my actions #but then sometimes there's people i just feel like i don't have to do that around nearly as much. i swear i gravitate towards those ppl #but yeah it's just. it def feels like they know I'm Not Getting something when i talk to a lot of people. like they Know i missed a memo #and i don't even know what the memo is about; or whether I've gotten any of the previous memos or just absorbed the knowledge #by observing things. ya #ok im done with that train of thought i need to go and work on that au i accidentally stayed up till 2am last night thinking of ideas for

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heroic-endeavors · 9 months

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Though I am actually writing this announcement ahead of time I wanted to get it ready before I forget the idea I just got.

So to get to the point if you are seeing this post it means I have moved and got my computer set up and ready to go. This means that this hiatus will officially close and I will resume my activities as usual, just from a better place.

Edit: 7/21/23

I have officially moved. I've got my computer in a temporary setup until I am able to get both a desk and a chair. I was able to figure something out. After so long of being unable to use my computer, it feels weird to be able to again.

#Youtube #I typed this announcement some time before the move #I was thinking it would be a great idea for my exit hiatus post includes the song guess who is back.#because it is 2AM on the 9th day of July I don’t trust myself to remember the idea.#my short term memory retention isn’t great #so I figured I would write it ahead of time and put it in my drafts #that way the idea won’t be forgotten #I’m really eager to get the move done with and have my new room set up #so I can go back to doing things I enjoy that I miss #though I still don’t know when the move is at this point it will be soonish #probably within a week #but I won’t be able to afford a desk until the start of August unless someone else pays for it. I’m not really expecting that to happen #I’m prepared to wait. I’ll be semi active on my phone but won’t be doing too much.#not sure why I’m spewing so much in the tags with the post being as short as it is

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bedsyandco · 2 months

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 … fem!reader x ollie bearman ✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 … in which ollie makes his F1 debut, his girlfriend is there to support and the two quickly become fan favourites. ✰ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 … no warnings!! badly cropped photos of other f1 couples bc I needed to use them :/ ✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 … after finding out ollie bearman and I share a birthday, he would not leave my head and this is the result!! as always I hope you like it <3

formulawags

formulawags: ollie bearman and his girlfriend, y/n, entering the paddock on friday and saturday. ollie is set to make his F1 racing debut today after the news broke that Carlos Sainz will not be fit to race this weekend due to appendicitis

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racingirly: you’re telling me I just discovered this cutie and on the same day I have to find out he has a gf? 😔

⤷ user44: sucks to be you. the F2 girlies winning rn because we know and love y/n

⤷ user51: so real. people have been missing out if they don’t know y/n. her and ollie are easily the cutest couple I’ve ever seen.

⤷ racingirly: well can we get a rundown? how did they meet? how long have they been dating? what does she do for a living?

⤷ user44: they’ve been dating for two years now but they’ve known each other their whole lives. childhood friends. she’s the same age as ollie so she’s currently in uni. don’t know where or what she’s studying tho

⤷ user51: she goes to university of Oxford and she’s studying engineering. that’s why ollie refers to her as “his little genius”

⤷ user90: how do you know all of this?

⤷ user51: her and ollie went live one day at like 2AM and answered a bunch of questions while baking cookies

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olliebearman: P7 not bad at all. was an honour to drive for @scuderiaferrari this weekend. hope you feel better soon @.carlossainz and thanks for the tips @.charlesleclerc.

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dennishauger: has a photo with charles and george but still puts his girl plucking his eyebrows at the front

⤷ olliebearman: priorities man.

formula2: our little ⭐️

yourusername: I love you so much. Beyond proud of you!!❤️

⤷ olliebearman: I love you❤️

paularon: does plucking the eyebrows make you weigh less or what?

⤷ olliebearman: something like that

user70: stop I love them so much. ollie having so many photos of this weekend and posting one of his girlfriend doing his eyebrows means so much to me

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yourusername: F1 debut weekend!! there’s so many things I could say but I’m going to keep it short🥲 I’m so beyond proud of my 🧸man. I’m in awe of him every day and he never fails to amaze me. you’re incredible and I love you so much ollie❤️🥺

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olliebearman: you mean the world to me. thank you so much for always being my #1 supporter. I love you ❤️

⤷ yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

paularon: reward kisses huh

⤷ yourusername: always 😌

charlesleclerc: it was very nice to meet you y/n! make sure to come visit the paddock and say hi whenever you’re travelling with ollie! 😊

⤷ user40: STFU😮

⤷ user81: y/n are you breathing?

⤷ olliebearman: she is not. guess I’ll have to do CPR

user52: stop cause I just know ollie was teasing her a bunch about her crush on charles this weekend

⤷ olliebearman: I can not confirm or deny🫡

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