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Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons
Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-
@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️
The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath
But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered
You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area
But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way
Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day
He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts
He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"
Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand
But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes
Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size
He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him
Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did
He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally
I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔
#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#call of duty x y/n#cod x reader#cod x you#cod x y/n#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle gaz garrick x y/n#gaz x reader#Struggled through the pits of hell to male this frfr#small rant buttttt#the reason why I made Gaz an epaulette shark was because apparently they technically mate for life!!#each season why go back to their mates and I just went 'boom Gaz'#I absolutely will make this an au if people like this enough#<- I wanna make content that yall like#.pencils n paper
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not really a request (not even sure i’m in the right ask box) buttttt i would love to hear any brain rot or wip scraps you wanna rant about. love when writers just info dump and i’ve been secretly lurking on your page for a bit. decided to make myself known
Hiiii! This is my first time doing this and I hope I didn't overshare but I am SO happy that you are making yourself known! Welcome to the blog, I hope to see more of you! <333
Now!! I am sharing two because why not? I've a lot more than these (maybe more than I'd like to admit 😭) but we will start with Auggie Walker and then move onto the Stevie one.
Auggie is an intimidating man and that's why I haven't written for him yet. I am so afraid I won't be able to capture him right and the idea is so good in my head I feel like I'll ruin it while translating it into a story 😭 but this idea has been living in my head rent free because it's a big fear for me!
And about the Stevie one, I've always been quite open about this and I will never shut up! I love, love, LOVE the sci-fi side of the MCU and specifically Steve's whole serum thing. It inspires me so much and I come up with something new everytime I see it! 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Please do let me know what you think about them! 🩷
(also, for whatever it's worth, these are my WIPs so I request no one steal them please!)
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As August received an attachment from your number, his eyebrows furrowed because you knew to send them all through email. Making a mental note to reprimand you for it later, he tapped on it within the next second. Now his head tilted to the side.
A video.
He had asked you for some documents which your boss knew very well weren't supposed to be in this medium.
The man tapped on it nevertheless, the sound and content inside catching him off guard as his eyebrows slightly raised. He was in disbelief. Moving the phone closer to his face and away from where he held it against his work table, August increased the brightness of the screen to make sure it was you.
Which, you were.
"Mr. Walker…" You panted and whined, clutching one of your breasts as your other hand hid between your legs. "Oh, Mr. Walker… I am so needy for you…" You were in the janitor's closet on this very floor, phone placed on one of the shelves next to the files you had been carrying for the meeting that had just passed along your ipad. The lighting was dim and your disheveled hair stuck to your sweaty skin. "Won't you bend me over your table and make a good girl out of me~ I-" August blinked as the screen went black before a notification popped up.
Message deleted.
The man's head spun with the sudden influx of emotions, the sudden discomfort in his boxers getting tighter as he realised what had just happened. He smirked.
You had not meant to send it.
.
The fire that had taken over your body was dissipating and fast as you gaped at your screen. You were the stupidest person you knew. Instead of tapping on save you had chosen to share the video you were planning to watch until you orgasmed. Since your boss August Walker was your most frequently interacted with contact, it was an instant send that took you a few moments to register as you had been busy bouncing on your own fingers to orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" You chanted in panic as you leaned against the wall of the small room, holding a shelf for support as your own heartbeat pounded through your ears. "I am so fucking–"
There was a knock on the door.
. . .
"Where… do you think you're going, doll?" Steve was reading the Sunday newspaper by the fireplace when he saw his young wife drag her luggage bag to the front door of their humble abode.
"Mommy and Daddy's home." Y/n responded curtly, not turning to look at him. Because his face was still of the man she had fallen in love with and married. But she couldn't let herself surrender to it anymore.
"Without my permission or a prior discussion?" Tilting his head to the side, the man raised an amused eyebrow at the stiff girl who started to drag the heavy bag again.
"Won't be needing any of that anymore." Since the man didn't expect what was coming, he chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows.
He couldn't recall doing anything against her wishes in the last 24 hours. So what was this?
"And why do you think is that?" Y/n sighed as she ceased her struggle against the luggage bag, biting her lip and closing her eyes.
Well, the talk would have to happen sometime.
It was now or never.
"You are not the man I married, Steve" since she usually referred to him as hubby, this felt like an insult, almost.
The Captain put the newspaper down against his lap now. "What silly Sunday morning shenanigan is this, doll?" He snickered before shaking his head. "I know I have been busy after everything but…" Now he patted his lap. "Come here."
"No."
"You know little wives can't tell their husbands that, baby. Haven't we been over this so many times already?" His coaxing voice had her turn her back to him.
Fuck.
She was so in love with him.
Why did he have to get the stupid serum?
"Good thing I am not your wife anymore, then." As she placed the ring on the shoe cupboard next to the door, Y/n failed to catch that he had stood up to the towering height the procedure had granted him.
He was a giant now.
"This is not funny anymore, doll." Steve warned as he started to decrease the distance between them.
"It's not meant to be. You're not my Steve. You're-" her words were suppressed by a gasp when she noticed he was now standing right behind her.
"Who am I, then?" Though his eyes and tone turned darker, he was genuinely confused.
"Captain America." It broke his heart when the girl backed up to create some distance between them. "The man I married was Brooklyn's most ambitious and brave… not America's pride. You're… practically a stranger" he sighed.
This had occurred to him once but he had assured himself that they were stronger than that.
"Come on, baby." Y/n flinched when he reached for her smaller hand and clasped it between both of his, kissing her fingertips. "I know it's different, and maybe even scary. But I am still me. So what if I am Captain America? Doesn't mean I am not your Steve… Can't you feel me?" He pressed his bigger body against hers.
"That's the thing" she whispered, devastated. "I can't." Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt herself getting scared and breathless under him. "I have tried. Ever since the day you walked out of that machine, I have. But I can't." Y/n didn't know why but she found herself thinking about how helpless she was against him. "I don't recognize you without your face. I feel like I am in a stranger's arms every night. It's not the same. Every time you touch me it feels like I am betraying the love of my life." Though the rational part of Steve's brain felt both crushed and sadly fond of her devotion to that form of his that no one else had ever taken seriously, her next words completely flipped everything over inside his head. "Please. Let me go." Reason gave way to desperation.
Oh..
He could never do that.
Maybe not even in death.
"Can't do that, baby." Her tears finally spilled down at his words. She started to softly struggle, the panicked gesture breaking his heart more and more by the passing second. "Why are you punishing us for something I had to do? For you, me, all of us. Come on, we are stronger than this. You knew my ambitions, you said it yourself just now." His own eyes were glassy as he breathlessly chuckled as an effort to somehow lighten the situation, ignoring her faint pleas as she struggled to push him away. "Remember-" Steve grunted as he gathered her now assaulting hands away from his neck and chest before locking them above her head. "Remember when your father didn't approve of me because he thought I wasn't good enough for you?" A trickled tear hung off the sharp tip of his nose. "Remember the hell you raised for us? You didn't even listen to me. You kept going for us until you succeeded."
But his words fell on deaf ears; something he wasn't used to coming from her. "Steve, you're scaring me! Let me go!" A thick bile settled at the base of her throat as she tried to break free, crying a bit harder now.
"There, you said it yourself. You said Steve!" Her obvious unwillingness to this position seemed to not faze him one bit. "Silly girl! How can you call me by my name and then say that it's not me?"
"Because you're not my Steve!" Fear was making her chest contract as she seethed out breathlessly.
"Come on!" One of his hands trailed down her body as he caressed and groped her tits before slipping his hand under her dress. "Not your Steve?"
"No. Your hands are big and rough! Your body is hard! You don't even smell the same! I DON'T feel you so stop!" A twisted smile now spreads on his priorly hurt features.
"I see…" Steve lowered his head momentarily before he sighed a little. "Then," a resolution flashed in the brilliant blue of his eyes, "I guess I just have to show you that it's still me."
. . .
#ask kai#404-isfound#august walker#august walker smut#steve rogers#steve rogers smut#dark!steve rogers smut
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A little West Endsies rant for the sake of it-
So, I think it's been talked about on here which versions of Newsies are best for the ships you adore, but I just wanna talk about why Jack and Katherine in Newsies London is so. Much. Better. Than it was in the livesies show
First of all, Bronté's Katherine is just so damn good. She was a stronger character in this. I'm a firm believed that Katherine was just not written all that well, her motivations and story don't match up, and the direction Kara Lindsay took the character was different to the way Bronté Barbe took it.
Katherine in this version seemed to (even when annoyed by Jack's flirting in the first few scenes they share) be attracted to him, and the retorts are playful but also have this tension to them - before, Katherine just seemed annoyed by Jack, whereas here, she seems interested by the challenge of him
The scene where Katherine tries to sell her case as the reporter for the strike (before WWH) is always a super interesting one, and this version was so different, I'm almost tempted to make a whole other post for it.. but, as a little summary, its just less sexist, and power is more evenly dispersed in the new version.
Plus (and super importantly) Londons Jackrine has so.much.more.chemistry!! I don't know how to explain it, the characters just seem to click whenever they're on stage together, they have an electricity surrounding them, and you believe in them
While I'm always gonna think Jack and Katherine's 'Something To Believe In' just... doesn't quite make sense for them both, (same with 'ace up your sleeve' but more on that in a sec) in this, they seemed drawn together, pulled towards one another. The staging had them so. Close. As if they couldn't bear to be further away, couldn't bear to break the moment apart
Yeah. Ace up your sleeve bit. It will never make sense to me that Kath was willing to abandon her dreams of being a reporter with her own stake in the world for the sake of a guy she met like less than a week ago. Just don't like that as a piece of writing. So even in this version, I can't say that's my favourite thing.
Buttttt back on the positives, Jack and Katherine were made more believable through body language and small, unscripted moments. The ways they turned to one another. The way that they acted when she found out the newsies won the strike. Even in bows, they were messing around and acting up, not taking one another seriously - agh it was so good
Jack and Katherine seemed less like fated lovers, though. Their scenes were full of snark and flirting, but I wouldn't necessarily say end-it-all love, so STBI was for sure just out of place. I'd have liked to see their version of that cut song 'when I see you again' cause I think that one just would have fit a little better (even if it still contains that sappy quality, it's less serious, somehow, and explains the feelings better)
I loved them <3
#i mean i usually ship javid butttt#this is the best way i've seen jackrine done#seriously it's so good#run dont walk jatherine shippers#okay i'll stop#<3#newsies#musical theatre#jack kelly#katherine plumber#jackrine#west endsies#newsies london#okay i think thats it
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hiii its 🦩 anon!! just want to let you know i appreciate and adore u (hehe) sm for inserting tall reader on your fics (im the same anon who thanked you when you first write it, i havent claimed the 🦩anon atm i think✌️). anw a little rant, its bugging me when writers write something like “her petite figure …” “her small hands …” etc and the size being significantly different. so im really grateful when someone dont describe the reader as tiny. buttttt you dont have to always write mg with tall reader tho!! you could refers to it as smaller reader bc even tho they are tall they still are smaller than mg, just so everyone who read it regardless of their heights feels included <3 (UNLESS THEY ARE LIKE 7FT LOL)
also im curious luv are you tall too?? how tall are you??? (its ok if you dont want to answer) anw im 5’11 and this rant came from a person who believe mingyu would somehow make them feel smol AAAAH a little part of me wants him to manhandle me sb (i hope i dont sounds two faced bc i just said i dont like when writers write reader as tiny, i just want to FEEL tinier without being literally tiny yk) im sorry if this doesnt make any sense!! ilysm keep up the good writing!! im so excited for your upcoming fics of the other svt members 😘😘
STOP ILYSM <33 ty for telling me that tho, ill make sure to include that in future fics! im still super new to all of this so any feedback or suggestions are so so appreciated <333 ahah im 6'2" just a lil taller than mingyu oml. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT IT MAKES SENSE TO ME ILYSM AGAIN AND TY FOR LETTING ME KNOW ABOUT THIS AND GIVING ME TIPS TO BE A BETTER WRITER AHAHSAKJSHKASHAJKSHKASJSH ILY
#answered <3#🦩 anon#flamingo anon ilysfm words cant describe it rn the feedback the suggestions u legit have my whole heart <333#raven squawks
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Could you do an author commentary for "Arcadia In Asphalt," especially the scene where Billy catches Goodnight in the bathroom and is afraid he's going to try using needles?
omg first off: a) I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my askbox, so I’m so sorry for what has probably been a ridiculously long wait! I promise I wasn’t ignoring this lovely ask, and b) thanks so much and for sure! I love these things:)
(side note: I’m actually not nuts about how this scene turned out, and I could never put my finger on why. It has everything I wanted it to include, but I’m not convinced I nailed the emotions I was going for. I was also worried it had too much potential to feel melodramatic. But this scene has had such a lovely response so I’m pleased you asked!) Read on!
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“One hit, you’ll be flying.”
They were the words of a man who looked like he spent more time crashing than flying, cheeks gaunt, arms scabbed.
“You chase the dragon?”
I actually first learned this expression from the Steely Dan song ‘Time Out of Mind’, which is about drug use, and I thought it was a very evocative turn of phrase (that’s also one of my favourite Steely Dan songs haha, I highly recommend it:P)
Goodnight shook his head while he washed his hands in a cracked sink. The water was freezing. In the bathroom the music from the bar was muffled, guitar twanging, gravelly blues being sung without affectation into a mic that was just slightly pitchy.
Did this come off right?? I feel like I can picture the sound of bar music from a bathroom exactly, but getting that particular sound onto the page is another story
“Why not? Pure pleasure, man. Nothing but peace.”
Peace is patriotic. Americans want peace. Make love not war.
This scene is the only time in this fic I use whatever-this-literary-method-is-called. It kind of comes out of nowhere but I feel like the newness of it adds to the tension and uncertainty of the scene
Goodnight’s eyes were dragged up to the mirror, looking at the man in the open stall behind him. He was clothed, sitting on the toilet, holding up a lighter underneath a bubbling spoon. His eyes were utterly fixed on its contents. He flicked off the lighter and looked down.
I find the ‘He was clothed’ part awkward, but every time I just wrote 'he was sitting on the toilet’ it made it seem like he was actually going to the toilet with the door open haha so I erred on the side of caution
“Ah fuck…I forgot to…hey man. Yeah. Come help me.”
Goodnight froze, looked back down into the sink but the man had already seen him looking.
Despite living a rough life, I feel like Goody in this is still quite soft and sheltered in a way, and though he must see a lot unsavoury activity it still jolts him and makes him nervous
“Help me out, man, pick up that belt.”
Goodnight turned slowly. He moved towards the belt as though in a trance. Just following orders.
I like that 'Just following orders’ because it’s economical but hopefully still makes the reader think broadly. I didn’t want to delve too deeply into Goody’s soldier past for this fic, but I like the suggestion of its long-term affects here
“Tie it tight.”
The lighting in the bathroom was harsh, garish, the bulbs in the ceiling whining. But the tip of the needle shone unassumingly in the glare, deep silver glowing soft. Goodnight stared.
Was Goody really tempted by the needle? That’s for the reader to decide I guess. Personally I think he’s more shocked than tempted here. I don’t really think he would have done anything this time, but the idea and the inviting image of the needle might have stuck with him
“Thanks, man. Give you a chance after.”
Give peace a chance.
Goodnight was suddenly wrenched back. He whirled around and saw Billy, face white, eyes black, mouth a thin line. He was vibrating in rage.
There’s a quote from a Patrick Rothfuss book I like that says wise people should always fear “the anger of a gentle man” and Billy getting furious sounds absolutely terrifying
“Get the hell out.”
Goodnight felt himself swell up, angry and defensive, feeling caught out but not sure why.
I think Goody’s reaction to Billy coming in was where I struggled to express the emotions he was having. I was going for a baseline reaction of 'kid with his hand in the cookie jar’ but with adult themes of trauma, guilt, mixed in and eesh this is around where I started doubting how well it was coming off
“You can’t –”
“Out.”
Billy grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of the bathroom, dragging through the loud bar, Goodnight only throwing his arms off once they were on the street outside.
realistically I feel that if Billy had tried to drag Goody out in this state, I doubt Goody would have let him. I feel like they would have had a struggle in the bathroom before Billy stormed out and Goody followed him. That’s what I think would have happened, buttttt I had to get them moving, so pacing took the priority lol
“What the hell, Billy?” Goodnight yelled, full of anger at Billy thinking he could just come in there and act like he knew what Goodnight was thinking, judging him for nothing.
Billy stalked back to their motel down the street, Goodnight following him, hurling abuse against Billy’s ramrod straight back:
“Like you’re so perfect? You smoke more reefers than I do, for chrissakes. And you’re the one who got us blow that time in Reno. And even if I did want to try that shit in there, that doesn’t mean you get to judge me for it. Hell, maybe I should take it up anyways. You already think I’m interested, already think that much of me, might as well make it official. And –”
I hope I struck the right tone with his ranting here. He’s offended by Billy’s assumptions but knows deep down it’s for a good reason so he wants Billy to feel guilty too, and he’s being annoyingly rational as a smokescreen for the real heart of the matter. DID ANY OF THAT COME THROUGH AT ALL? God this scene was hard lol
He was being obnoxious in his self-righteousness, overly defensive he knew, but he couldn’t stop. He kept it up all the way back to their motel, Billy walking ahead of him, shoulders stiff. And when they got inside, Billy was slamming Goodnight back up against the door.
“Don’t you ever put that shit in you,” Billy yelled at him, eyes burning, hands shaking in anger. Goodnight was too shocked to respond.
I hope this part took everyone off guard, not just Goody. I don’t see it as Billy being 'violent’ towards him, but he’s not messing around in trying to drive his point home
“That what you want to be? Huh? Some junkie in a bathroom looking for his veins? Asking strangers to help ‘cause he has nobody else left?”
Goodnight had never seen Billy so enraged.
“I was just –”
Billy slammed his fist on the door beside Goodnight’s head.
“Dammit, Goody, if you ever touch a needle I will leave you! You understand me? I will leave you.”
I see Billy as someone with a very strict moral code, which is why he couldn’t ride out of Rose Creek despite loving Goody. And although he loves Goodnight here too, he still means it when he says he’d leave. There’s not much Billy wouldn’t sacrifice for Goody, but I think Billy values himself and that there are some lines Billy just won’t cross with himself.
His hair was wild, his chest was heaving, and his eyes were burning in anger. Goodnight felt his throat constrict and he shoved Billy off him, going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him before Billy could see his face crumple.
Dude I’d burst out crying if Billy ever yelled at me too
He sat curled up in the shower, eyes pressed against his knees. It was freezing but the water was on full blast while hot, silent tears burned out of his eyes and he took in shallow gasps.
Let’s be real, can anyone actually linger in a cold shower? But the poetic side of me wanted the 'hot tears/cold water’ contrast lol
When he came out again he was freezing, sober and ashamed. Billy was lying on the duvet in the dark room, facing the wall, still awake. Goodnight hesitated and climbed in behind him, reaching out to touch Billy’s shoulder
I feel like they can never stay in a fight for long, and fortunately I’m emotionally incapable of keeping them in a fight too!
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, plaintive. “I didn’t mean…any of that.”
Billy stirred and rolled over, and Goodnight didn’t know if his face would be fixed in a snarl, a glare, or worst of all, ice. What he wasn’t expecting was Billy’s eyes to be red-rimmed as though he’d been crying.
HONEY. I take 'fearless Billy Rocks’ and raise you 'Billy Rocks actually has a lot of fears’. I love that boy so. And he loves Goody and I think seeing Goody looking at the needle scared the absolute life out of him
“Sweetheart,” Goodnight said shocked, voice catching. He pulled Billy towards him, wrapping his arms around him.
I consider it my sacred duty to have Goodnight call Billy 'Sweetheart’ in as many fics as I possibly can
“Please don’t do anything with needles,” Billy whispered against his chest.
honeyyyyy. Writing vulnerable Billy just breaks my heart sometimes
“I won’t, I swear –”
“I know I…I know I was the one who suggested we try some of that other stuff,” Billy said, voice small, hoarse, anguished. “But…please don’t do anything with needles.”
BILLY FEELS SO GUILTY, AND IF GOODNIGHT EVER GOT INTO HARDER DRUGS BILLY WOULD HAVE BLAMED HIMSELF ENTIRELY, HONEYYYYYYY
And Goodnight realized Billy had never been angry. He was petrified.
“I wouldn’t have,” Goodnight said, almost sure it was true.
It was true this time, but I felt the 'almost’ was a pretty significant and necessary inclusion
“You just hear more and more things every day about sharing needles, and I can’t lose you, and –”
I don’t think I ever fully decided if this fic took place in the 70s or the 80s, and as such I’m not sure if it lines up with the AIDS crisis, but let’s say that the first whispers are going around
Goodnight rubbed his back, and Billy tilted his head to look at him.
“And if you ever got something, I would get it too. Understand?”
Shame and self-loathing rose like bile in Goodnight’s throat. It made him sick to his stomach that the thought had never even entered his head.
Goody probably knows/accepts he can be careless with himself, but unfortunately that makes it hard to tell when he’s being careless with Billy too, something he’ll definitely feel guilty about for a while
“I promise,” he said, holding Billy tight, and Billy’s hands ran over Goodnight’s skin. Billy’s skin. Their skin.
This is of course a callback to the tattoo scene where they consider their skin the same skin. It wasn’t planned but it immediately seemed to be a fitting callback, and I like how it ties the two scenes together and makes them very different sides of the same coin
Thanks so much for asking!
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im just gonna rant here bc i have nowhere else to buttttt 🤷🏻♀️
i just really feel like my boyfriend finds me less attractive since ive lost weight. i try to ask him and he says he doesn’t care but i feel like im being lied to. when our relationship first start, i was overweight already, probably around 200 pounds, then i went down to 150 ish, then i got pregnant and shot back up to about 210, and now im back down to probably about 140, or somewhere in the general area.
i confronted him about looking at porn and he says he always has. but he hasn’t. it hasn’t started til recently. he says he doesn’t do anything to pleasure himself, why would he need to when has has me (his own words), but like, we’re not as intimate as we used to be. last year this time it was constant kisses and rubbing everywhere, like legs, back, feet and now, im lucky if i get that much in a week.
him watching porn does honestly bother me to no end but what can i say? it’s never videos with my body type either, it’s always something with bbw women (no hate intended). im not exactly skinny, but im not on the larger side really anymore. i still have a bit of a tummy, more of a pouch of extra skin and fat, i still have arm fat, and huge thighs/calves, i still have “love handles”. the only thing that has changed really is my tummy has gotten flatter (despite the pouch), my ribs show a little now, and my face slimmed out. so not exactly a big, not exactly small. when we first started talking, i was a size 17, now im at a 12 or 13, that kinda tells you how much ive lost.
i love myself more now that i actually have a body i kinda want, id still like to loose some more weight but i dunno at this point. i need to be healthy for my daughter and her needs will always come before anyone elses but it would be nice to feel like my partner was still attracted to me.
maybe im overreacting but i feel like my feelings are definitely valid.
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1. Who’s your celebrity crush?
Sebastian Stan’s my man, although Timothee Chalamet and Hayley Atwell are baes too
3. rant. just do it.
libraries are so fucking cool and librarians are some of the coolest people ever like ??? (i did have one librarian in elementary school who was super mean and I couldn’t stand her, but literally every single other one I’ve known has been super badass like oh my god) but for real. where else can y’all get access to FREE books and internet and kids programs and music and movies and the joy of friendship? libraries and librarians are magical and deserve more respect (and money (@ the government)) BUTTTTT unfortunately some asswipes don’t know how to take care of a book to save their soul, and like I get accidents happen, kids, dogs, dropping it in the toilet (I guess) happens and some times it’s nbd but if it’s SUPER bad, like the front cover will fall off if you open it or if there are bedbugs or the whole poor thing’s waterlogged please please PLEASE tell the librarian!!! it’ll be ok! they’re not going to hate you or whatever and you can sleep at night knowing some petty intern doesn’t hate you for returning a damaged book without saying anything
bonus side rant: i hate how things in bigger cities get more money by default while small town folks have to make do with what they’re allowed. imho the bigger cities should step up and see their neighbors suffering and lend a hand, especially religious organizations (@ the methodist church)
28. what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?
Hayley Atwell
Thank you
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No one cares, but....
Okay, so I don't have a lot of followers and that doesn't bother me, that actually means I can rant without worrying someone will take my opinion and think it's completely unjustified, which it could be. Buttttt who cares. I work on airport property and you have to go through security to get in, well today one of the guards gave me a peppermint. I didn't think anything of it at first, took it, said thank you, and popped it in my mouth. Well when I get outside I got a little paranoid. I have never talked to this guy before and he could have laced this with something. The fact that I actually had that thought and was freaking out for the next 20 minutes saddened me. We live in a world where men and women are not created or treated equal. I understand that, sometimes sucks, but I understand. (If anyone is reading this don't freak out just yet, keep going) A woman, is usually smaller, doesn't have as much upper body strength, can usually be more easily subdued than a man. You don't hear about men getting spiked drinks at parties or laced candy for that matter. In that way, men and women are different. Think about the last time you walked down a street alone late at night, as a small lady, I get terrified to go anywhere at night because I know of someone tried to attack me, there's nothing I could do. And yes you can take classes and you can workout, but how many of us actually have the time to do that? Also, do you know how many of my friends have been sexually assaulted or harassed? I have heard so many stories of I was dating this guy and he wanted to have sex, but I told him no...do you know where this leads? The sad part is, these type of situations have happened to many of my friends and even to myself. I was sexually harassed in high school on the school bus. The fact that women have to be afraid a man is going to rape her just because she doesn't want to have sex is extremely fucked up. I hung out with a group of like 10 girls in high school, at least half of them were sexually harrassed/assaulted. And those were the only ones I knew about. There's no telling of someone had just decided it was better not to tell anyone. It literally terrifies me that these things are so mainstream. I live in a college town and you hear about drinks being spiked, they've even come out with nail polish that turns a certain color if your drink is spiked. That's amazing! That's extremely useful, but the fact that we have to make this product saddens me. What is so wrong with our world that we have to make a nail polish for spiked drinks and underwear that is rape proof for women? I understand the world isn't perfect or fair, but it would be nice to fill up my car at a gas station without being scared someone will attack me. And rant is over.
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