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nuviastarsworld · 5 months

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SWEET HOME S2 EP 2 RANT(S)

Why is Yeong-su the literal 8/9(I low-key forgot his age) SMARTER THAN A FULLY GROWN MAN 😭 MY GOODNESS

“Ms Im is a good monster!” He’s such a optimistic little boy 😭 my son.

And that guy with the reddish brown hair?? He’s such an op. I think his name is Jae-hwan I honestly can’t remember.

WHEN HE CALLED YEONG-SU A DISRESPECTFUL BRAT? I was ready to THROW HANDS UP.

“There’s no such thing as a good monster. They all deserve to die”

Wasn’t it Hyun-su who protected you and did all those things in order to ensure YOUR survival?? Weren’t you one of the main ppl sending him around everywhere 😭❓❓ tf.

And that Slime monster that protected Yeong-su, it seemed everyone forgot abt that 😕 like hello??

Like he was the one that called the Military in the first place BCS OF HIM THATS HOW THIS WHOLE THING STARTED?? BLAME HIM

if he hadn’t called the military, they wouldn’t have come. Hyun-su would’ve had left them, the survivors wouldn’t be stuck w such corrupt ppl that are supposed to “save and protect” them.

It’s all his fault and he gets on my nerves so fucjing much. ESP WHEN HE TRIED TO INJURE JI-SU’S WOUND TO GET HER TO LET GO OF THE GUN?? ARE Y SERIOUS???

And when they get tied up he’s the most scared when they see a monster THIS IS YOUR FAULT TF?? How did no one acknowledge this man’s actions I would’ve kicked him out the first chance omds.

Also the blind monster making an appearance this episode WHEN DID IT GET SO HUGE??? But Anwyays props to that monster for killing that bumass soldier that was abt to put Ms. Im on fire.

Also Ms Im, I didn’t expect her to make her short appearance. Neither did I expect the eyeball monster 😭, but For Ms. Im I hope that’s not all that we see of her this season

Also that hot military man that saved everyone else 😼 gawd damn he fine. Might add him to the masterlist

AND ALSO NOO 😭 WHEN EUN-YU WENT BACK TO GREEN HOME AND SHE SAW HER BROTHER’S GLASSES N MUSIC PLAYER I CRIED A LIL 🥲 I may have a dislike for Eun-hyuk but I hate to see my wife Eun-yu sad 😔

Tbh I honestly don’t think he’d come back. So when Eun-yu said “He’s still alive to me” it stung a little cus something is telling me she’s gonna be heartbroken 😭 or maybe my instincts are wrong and some plot twist bullshit is gonna come and prove me wrong later 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

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Okay fast forward a bit I’m in that scene where some random ass man comes w them on the bus.

I don’t trust him AT ALL 😭 but it’s a mood how he just came on, sat down and fell asleep after finding out the final destination.

I miss Bom 😕⁉️ where did that little puppy run off too, it’s tearing me apart not knowing the dog’s whereabouts 😭

WOAH HYUN-SU’S ASS CHEEKS WERE A JUMPSCARE 😕😀 can we get a front view pls WHAT? WHAT?

Also why are they pouring blood on his NAKED BODY?? It’s so unsanitary it’s making me sick but I digress cus it’s Hyun-su.

Ngl If I was one of the scientists I wld be pleading 4 Hyun-su’s freedom just cus he’s fine 😕

Also all the booty cheeks I saw…sigh

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“I just…don’t want to hurt anymore” STOP STOP STOP IM FEELING BAD FOR TJE MONSTERS NOW

It started crying and Hyun-su was trying to comfort it THEN THE MILITARY CAME IN AND BURNT IT.

“He’s human. Don’t do this”

I can’t do this anymore ⁉️🙆🏾‍♀️

#kdramas #sweet home season 2 #sweet home kdrama #sweet home rants #sweet home spoilers #sweet home 2 #nuvia’s ted talk #i can’t do this anymore #someone stop the tears from falling #i’m emotional

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svtskneecaps · 2 months

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FRIENDS I HAVE BEEN PLAYING WITH SOME OF THE QSMP MODS AND I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

BEHOLD THESE THREE PARTICULAR BLOCKS FROM THE FRAMEDBLOCKS MOD!!!!! FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, THE "FRAMED SECRET STORAGE", THE "FRAMED DOOR", AND THE "FRAMED ONE-WAY WINDOW"

FRAMED SECRET STORAGE, A BLOCK WITH SOME STORAGE THAT CAN BE CAMOUFLAGED TO LOOK LIKE WHATEVER BLOCK YOU DESIRE!!!! WANT TO BUILD YOUR WHOLE HOUSE OUT OF CHESTS AND STILL MAINTAIN AESTHETIC?? GO FOR IT!! HAVE SECRET CONTRABAND BUT NEED EASY ACCESS? HIDE IT RIGHT IN YOUR WALLS!!!

THE FRAMED DOOR, ABLE TO BE CUSTOMIZED TO LOOK LIKE A WALL!! THE TOP AND BOTTOM CAN BE ASSIGNED BLOCKS INDEPENDENTLY!!

SECRET TUNNEL!!!!!!!!!

THE FRAMED ONE-WAY WINDOW!! ANY ONE SIDE OF THIS BLOCK CAN BE MADE TRANSPARENT, INCLUDING THE TOP AND BOTTOM!!! the transparency can also be REMOVED, so if your friend forgets to look at the name of the block their crosshair is on, YOU CAN TOTALLY PRETEND IT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL SOLID BLOCK AND ADD THE TRANSPARENCY ONLY WHEN NECESSARY >:D

NEEDLESS TO SAY, I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHEN THE PARANOID MEMBERS WITH MANY SECRETS AND MANY THINGS TO HIDE DISCOVER THESE BLOCKS HEHEHEHEHEHE. AS SOMEONE WHO LOVES AND CHAMPIONS ESPIONAGE THIS CONSTITUTES AN ABSOLUTE WIN

#qsmp #I LOVE ESPIONAGE I LOVE SECRETS I LOVE HIDDEN PASSAGES #HOHOHOHOEHOEHOEHOEHOHEHOE #reading through the mod notes apparently if you use phantom membrane on a block it allows you to walk through it like ghost blocks #how FUCKIGN DOPE IS THAT #THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKIGN EXCITED LIKE ACTUALLY I LOVE ESPIONAGE AND SECRETS AND HIDEY HOLES SO MUCH #if mr badboy 'paranoia incarnate' halo stops being deceased i hope he discovers these blocks bc he'd go CRAZY #cellbit would also like DAMN like DAMN #imagine if he'd been able to conceal the security door in the fear room behind a door that looked the same as the wall #jaiden being able to see through the fog using the waterframes couldn't have revealed the door >:D #this is so COOL this is so DOPE i'm in tears i love espionage i hope someone finds these blocks soon #also don't mind that you can't see my hand in any of the screenshots i found a scarf that gives me invisibility #WHICH IS ALSO FUCKING DOPE #the artifacts mod is actually so OP like genuinely #i have bunny slippers that make me jump the height of three fences and take 0 fall damage (i make bunny noises when i'm hit too >:D)#i have a snorkel that gives me 15 seconds of water breathing every time i surface for air #i have night vision goggles AND i have a CLOUD IN A JAR that gives me a DOUBLE JUMP so combine that with the bunny slippers and :DDDDD #and NONE OF THESE have durability and i can have them on AT ALL TIMES unless they conflict in slots ofc like no two in the head slot or smt #tho this is assuming that i downloaded the correct mod (i would have grabbed it from seeing it in a tooltip on a stream so jury's out)#(i don't remember what stream either lmao)#but yeah assuming these items exist on the server they're so fucking cool; i'm assuming they'll pop up in a shop later #since i haven't seen people find many yet #anyway not to be a fucking nerd or anything lmfao just got a lil excited #long tags #shut up vic #block game brainrot

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kurapioca · 1 year

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tensions | pt. 2

“Enough.”

#you know when you’re angry/frustrated #and usually tears don’t ever come #unless it’s with someone who truly knows you #that’s when you can’t stop them from falling #because deep down your heart knows you can be vulnerable with them #even if your mind is against it #dick grayson #roy harper #dickroy #roydick #dc #dc comics #my doodles

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elenadoeslife · 8 months

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#it feels like at this moment i'm mourning the loss of someone who left this earth 15 years ago #the realisation of the severety of the situation is dawning on me only just now #i was 13 when it happened and i didn't have anyone to talk to about it so i didn't get to mourn #time has finally caught up with me. the loss hitting me at full force #and realising he's the reason i took up photography and my urge to capture as many moments as i can #i feel absolutely wrecked at the moment. i can't stop the tears from falling and memories from reliving #i feel so sad for the child in me who had to push this all down to cope too. that's heartbreaking in and of itself #i hope i can catch a breath soon and go to sleep before i'm still awake to watch the sun rise

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altruistic-meme · 1 year

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me slapping Wilhelm on the back: this boy can fit so much Simon wiping away his tears in him

#in order these are from:#we all need a soft place to fall #LVOE.#and my current wip :]#someone please convince me to stop making wille cry #he's been through SO MUCH HKDSFHKHF #in canon and then i wont give him a break in my fics #erik's death. being separated from simon for 7 (5?) years. and then the wip is fully canon compliant so :')#young royals #anyway im soft for your lover stroking your cheek and wiping away your tears IF YOU COULDNT TELL FROM *GESTURES*#shh ac

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crossbackpoke-check · 1 year

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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

#liv in the replies #every time you send me a message i do the thing where i’ve got heart emojis for thumbs & cease any coherency #FIRSTLY chris driedger who i loved as seattle’s goalie without even knowing the story:#dreidger fourth layer of a dream is making me tear up AGAIN hours later as i try to write this the echl the coast easy come hard to leave &#when he talks about being somebody’s guy laying my head down in the bog & dragging my hands over my face chris who let you say that. who let #u break my HEART i truly don’t think i will ever recover from the inception reference bc that’s what they all talk abt u know? the nhl dream #the players’ tribune articles are often some of the most poetic & touching sports writing & every time i am reminded i lose my shit about it #SECONDLY:#the ever present spectre of dylan’s first boyfriend zach werenski #i have so so so many quotes? drafts? posts? about the thing with saying someone’s name to call them closer to you i say your name to speak #more of you into the world so i will possibly look for some of those to say what i mean but also: this poem was originally reminiscent of #willingly by tess gallagher which is my ajax jack / superbuddies poem & this specifically did go with the a drop of paint / the light has #fallen through you part of it but there’s a part of THIS poem which i did not include that talks about the late light / has already happened #will go on happening forever & that whole poem with this now to say i know it’s embarrassing i’m asking for it :: easy to write about light #like falling asleep on the couch & having to carry yourself up to bed is the dylan/zach heartbreak of this. waiting & waiting for the things #you used to do & the love you used to / were promised to have with the hope that if you keep the coffee ready he’ll come drink it & instead #you have too many cups of tea one yours & one cold then half-warmed over & too sweet for your tastes but you’ve learned to drink it anyway #okAY now third:#this w/the UMICH BOYS? N O I DIDN’T EVEN!!! NOT A THOUGHT IN MY BRAIN!!! & now i can’t stop thinking!!! & i had an entire PLAYLIST already #a ??? while ago before i even truly knew the umich boys Narratives™️ i heard maude latour’s song ‘one more weekend’ & went hahaha isn’t that #a great song for when you have that One Summer of college before everyone splits off into their own lives? isn’t that a fun little umich boy #going into the nhl narrative?? to which i said NO but then it spiraled into a playlist &now there is delightful heartbreak to go with vibes #umich scholars please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong on any points i can’t remember anything presently about anything #also the f a c t that that vegas picture is real and i know exactly what you’re talking about is making me %^•*]+£’ bc how!! is that real!!!#okay ALSO just throwing in brinksy like a casual AHAHA have brainworm for a year (my autocorrect tried to go bringst like angst which. lmao)#connor and dylan… all of my journeymen… we did not touch that because i WILL start yelling about sam gagner and marc staal and #the chrysalis and the caterpillar

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hella1975 · 1 year

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HELAL

I have a lot of stuff running through my mind rn and im in a hurry and idk if its going to make sense but oh well.

(its list anon and I have another thing to add to my 'favorite things about finding myself in Hellas circle of existence list thing)

The thing is how much your personality sinks through into your writing and blog thing.

Let me explain,

I lost internet for a few days and I just got it back and was scrolling through tumblr and noticed one of my mutuals reblog something of yours and I was like 'I havent been on the internet for like four days, I wonder what Hella has been up to.' and so I started stalking you (as one does) and like scrolling through your blog and everything and I came across the post you thinged about your hometown and about how shameful you are about your writing and that sent me into a spiral because I know the feeling and couldnt put it into words and I felt so called out.

Thats besides the point.

I had this thing to add to the list for a while and couldn't figure out how to explain it without seeming weird so Im just doing my best here.

It's like when you post things about the things that go on in your mind. I touched on this in my first list thingy with the whole 'when you post little snippets of whats going on in your mind and turn it into what I can only describe as poetyry' part. It's simular but it's not the same.

It's really easy to see someone and follow someone who is so eloquent and brilliant and hold them close to divinity and think about how untouchable they are, which seems weird because I'm on Tumblr of all places. But like when you follow your favorite authors on twitter or instagram and they seem almost inhuman. And sometimes it feels like being that talented is so unattainable because you're not them, you can't spew out flawless lines of words seemingly effortlessly and you cant come up with a plot that clever and even if you can't you can't give the story justice because you're not that good of a writer.

Even other writers on this site are like this and so...ethereal almost. I've mentioned before how a lot of other writer almost run their blog like a business and everything and you scroll through them and see people constantly sending them asks about their works and sending them fanart and people obsessing over their art and like I said it seems unattainable for your average person. Like I dont get that so maybe I'm not that good.

Then I come to your blog and you talk about situations I relate to and you don't hide your humanity and you talk about your classes in economics of all things and your home town and all your problems (while valid) are normal. You're more relatable than the other writers I follow at least.

I've mentioned in other asks ( I dont think they were list ones but they might have been idk ) that you inspire me a lot. This is why. Also the fact that you're my age (I'm 18) and your not in your 20s and you havent taken a decades worth of writing classes and you dont have a degree in literature. You're literally just person living a normal life. That's not to say other authors and writers arent just normal people but you just show it a lot more, idk.

Like reading things like taob and tbos and then going to your main blog and seeing the way you write your stuff in your mind and then going two posts down and your talking about normal things makes me think that maybe I can write something incredible too one day.

And the reason I have the ability to feel that way in relation to you and your stupid blog (affectionate) is because you let your normal personality show, not some robotic businessy- type personality.

That's not to say that I don't think your just an average person, average people can't describe things so rawly. But, like I said, you're not untouchable.

Based on what I see from you and what you show online, I really think that you have the potential to be great one day. Not that you should hold yourself and force yourself into a life you don't want, like if you don't want to be a famous writer, don't be. But I genuinely just hope that you grow up and find a career you're happy in.

More than anyone I see on the internet, you deserve to live a life that you absolutely love, no matter what that might be.

I said it before that I always feel really obsessive when I send asks like this, and I feel creepy, so if I come off that way I'm sorry. I just try to make it a point to tell people when I enjoy them as a person.

Also I have some songs that kind of remind me of you.

The first one if Vienna by Billy Joel. I think the chances of you not knowing this one is very slim because it's such as popular song right now. But it's my favorite song and it reminds me of you.

The other one is read all about it by Emili Sande (pt 3 is the best) I think this song is also pretty popular, it also might not be, idk. But it's one of those songs that not a lot of people that I show it to like. Idk why. The vocals are weird (in my opinion) but I love the lyrics.

If you already know these songs just ignore this part :)

ME WHEN LIST ANON:

#bestie beloved my best friend my rotten soldier listen let me tell you something listen listen #every time you send an ask like this i read it and then REFUSE to answer it for a while #(sorry about that)#and i just hold onto it sometimes for weeks sometimes for MONTHS #and it sort of feels like it's just you and me and it feels so special and i come back and reread it #because you make me fall a little in love with myself? not in a narcissistic way #but just in such a tender soft 'maybe things are going to be okay' way #because for how dark and messy it feels to BE me i forget that no one else sees that #and the person i fought so hard to be is someone people... like??? and admire??? to THIS extent #even if it's just one person it's such a euphoric feeling i cant explain it #please never stop sending these i mean yes you can i doubt youve got much to say anymore bc bestie youve sent an ESSAY at this point #(<- that feels like it comes across judgey but i am trying v hard to convey the adoration i have for these asks so i promise it's not LMAO)#god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you #okay tears wiped away hair fixed eyeliner partially smudged SONG RECS #WHO THE FUCK DID YOU REC READ ALL ABOUT IT TO AND THEY DIDNT LIKE IT???? i'll hunt them for sport fr #i was OBSESSED with that song when it came out like even as a kid ive had this audio thing #where i completely hyperfixate on audios and that often includes songs (why did i never clock i had adhd)#like i remember being like 8 years old and putting 'in the ghetto' by elvis presley on loop on my barbie stereo #and my dad was like why the fuck is she listening to THAT of all things on loop SKDJHJSH #but ANYWAY THIS SONG WAS ONE OF THOSE SONGS I TOTALLY LATCHED ONTO #I PLAYED IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES GENUINELY #and omg vienna. beloved beautiful song and you saying it reminded you of me actually made me realise how ur asks make me feel #ur asks make me feel like im a girl in a song and it's just such a <33333 mf u give me butterflies #kisses u kisses u kisses u #ask

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longagoitwastuesday · 1 year

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#I talk too much #Cyrano de Bergerac #I feel like dying because of this play again. I don't know if in a good or bad way #I feel exhilarated and nervous and I would like to drink existence from a silver cup‚#but at the same time existence is hazy and misty and barely there at all #All that seems real is that which is nor real. The concept of what is written as if in its platonic form #and not even the words on paper that make me want to tear my chest apart and left me frustrated and trembling with emotion in equal parts #All that seems real is the shadow of someone desperate begging to someone else to not call a third person. And that's it. That's all #All of existence‚ past‚ present and future‚ is sustained just by the emotivity that evokes a scene that never took place #The condition of possibility of this scene existing in some way‚ even in a falsehood‚ as cause of reality itself #What I mean is that I'm reading and it feels like this is all there is to existence‚#but in a falling onto the realisation that is more a forgetting life than anything else‚#and yet that forgetfulness tastes like the closest rawest way of feeling alive #What I mean is that I'm reading and forgetting I exist while feeling more alive than I've felt in years‚#so alive I am no longer here‚ a 'no longer here' more present than anywhere else I've been in years #What I mean is that I'm reading and it's such a joy I wish I could die of it‚ to make it stop‚ because of how much it hurts #But the blood tastes so sweet I wouldn't change it for anything #I should probably delete this later #And read something else‚ or go back to not reading and do something useful #This is why I stopped reading. I'm unable to have a normal life if I love something‚ entirely incapable of getting anything of profit done

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kieranculkingirl · 1 year

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why do i want people to feel bad for me so bad and then when they do feel bad for me i want to kill myself

#that post thats like fall down in a cave and break your leg and let everyone say oh she is so beautiful and so broken lets help her #but if everyone came and found me alone in a cave with a broken leg id be so fucking embarrassed #like stop doting on me i know the bone in my leg is showing and my face is stained from tears but im fine i promise #like im sorry i made you guys come down here on such a nice day you shouldnt have to not see the sun just cause i cant #someone tell me whats wrong with me #em.txt

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fagrights · 1 year

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how to stop grieving over the loss of the longest and most important friendship you ever had.

#how to stop realizing that maybe it wasnt as fullfilling as you hoped and convinced yourself it was #how to stop missing that person in your life and also being angry that they accepted that this was going to happen eventually anyway #how to stop trying every two months cause maybe it will be different this time and then being crushed and angry and upset when it all falls #apart again over things you cant control cause youre never saying or doing the right things for them and you dont know what it is #that is going to make them feel like you hate them #like it hurts me so bad idk #you cant convince someone how much they mean to you if they wont try to see it btw its just painful and will tear you apart #i have nothing left to give i feel so hollow in relation to that person anymore i feel nothing #and i couldnt stop it from happening

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lingeringscars · 2 years

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mariana is lonely after callie left. it isn’t always present, but it will hit her in waves. primarily at night when she can no longer distract herself from it. she still wakes up sometimes turning over to tell callie something. she still struggles not being able to run things by callie or share her life with callie to the same degree that she could when they lived together.

#muse: mariana adams foster #meta: mariana adams foster #i had more thoughts but mostly emo about that I Think You're Lonely line #because yes silas whoever was manipulating her and trying to get her to spill something #and really wants to emphasize that loneliness so that the girls all fall for it and him and rely on him #but it's TRUE #she IS lonely #she DID recently lose someone ( and she was abandoned at a young age )#those tears in that scene were very real and i have every reason to believe she was thinking about callie and wasn't able to stop herself #from being overcome by all that emotion bc she misses her sister #dyn: i always wanted a sister (mariana x callie)

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bats-and-the-birds · 29 days

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There is a sort of trope that I've noticed in DC media where Batman is infinitely stranger from anyone else's perspective than his own. In his own comics and movies and such his motives are explained to you, you have his inner monologue, but the moment you put him in someone else's story, you're met with a general vibe of 'what the fuck is wrong with that man? is that a man? might be a demon.'

And this 100% extends to the batkids.

Dick? The man has no bones. From an outside perspective, he leaps before he looks, grinning and laughing as be backflips off buildings with seemingly no plan, only to catch himself with a grapple at the last minute. He's charming and warm until he can't be, and then he's terrifying, with a glare and temper that rivals the Bat's.

Jason? He has deadly aim and a steady hand. He's hulking and strong, but he's also silent. He still moves like a bat, like he was taught to in his Robin days, despite the fact that he's taller and broader than Bruce now. The Red Hood could appear out of the shadows behind you, no matter how safe you are, and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it.

Tim? He's smart. They're all smart, but he's smart smart. And his ethics and intelligence don't always mesh. He could tear down any security system with frightening efficiency, then rebuild it better. Logically, he's always five steps ahead.

Damian? He's the most obviously terrifying. He's small, and angry, and he has a sword that he knows how to use with frightening efficiency. He's as viscous as his father can be, but with a temper that more unchecked. He learned how to kill before he learned how to protect.

Duke, Cass, and Steph also fall under this, but I don't know enough about them to make accurate judgements.

Anyway, what I'm saying is the rogues and the Justice League alike fear the Bats, and for good reason.

#batman #comics #dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin dc #dc robin #justice league #batfamily #batfam

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slvttyplum · 3 months

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you and satoru were co-stars in the second season of a very famous tv showed, to your surprise, everyone loved the both of you.

talked about how fluent the dialogue was, how your body language reacted to his and his did the same, almost like…

“fuck, fuck, fuck satoru!” your body banging against the mirror in your trailer as satoru slammed into you, your panties dangling from your angle.

“shhh… fuck, shut the fuck up.” he grunted out between thrusts, his big dick pushing into you so deep you were starting to get light headed.

his head dropping to your shoulder as he starts to get close, his hands gripping your hip getting tighter and so does your walls.

clenching around him as hie tries to keep a steady pace but it’s only getting sloppier, his grunts turning into whimpers.

your hand coming up to cover your mouth so you won’t spill moans out, tiny los forming in your throat and a tear falling out your eye.

“fuck…” satoru draws out, his pace slowing down and your body releasing all tension, your eyes twitching from the wave of pleasure.

so there’s that, two co stars, fucking in between breaks, nothing strange there, nope.

if anything it’s a good thing, the fluidity of your movements and dialogue with each other is great, that’s what keeps the viewership.

reading the comments on how you guys looked like you were actually in love made you and satoru’s cheeks warm.

another reason why this should never stop, money, pleasure, it’s everything.

“wanna run lines in your trailer?” your cheeks warm from asking the question but satoru likes your boldness.

taking your hand and walking you to his trailer.

he loved how your body gravitated and moved in motions with his, cause this method acting if you will.

the fake sex on screen even felt so real, the sexual tension between you two were so strong, everyone on set could feel it.

“ugh what beautiful artists you both are .” the director would say to the both of you. the praise felt good, and not something someone says to be nice… it felt real.

real enough for you to want to keep fucking him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk satoru #gojo satoru #x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #jujutsu satoru #satoru smut #satorugojo

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riaki · 5 months

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i literally cant stop thinkin’ about highschoolbully!gojo who used to be your ride or die ‘til he started getting attention from those popular jock type guys who are always assholes to everyone. and him being.. well, him means he preens under attention no matter who it’s from, so naturally he started to gravitate towards that group and their little troop of cheerleading fangirls. and then he started distancing from you and without either of you really realizing it, you’ve slipped between the other’s fingers. but the way he acts towards you makes you think he let you fall without moving a muscle to slow you down.

soon enough, a year swings by and by the end of it he’s gone from your life, save as just another face in the gaggle of boys who make crude jokes and laugh at smart kids and pop milk cartoons during lunch just for the hell of it. but you’re minding your own business, ‘cause you’re mature enough to realize that people come and go, no matter how close you might’ve been and you think it’s unfortunate that so many memories could be thrown aside in a blink of an eye, but it makes a lot of sense when you walk past satoru and his friends bullying some random kid. you don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough to realize it’s his girlfriend satoru’s flirting with while his ‘gang’ kick at the kid. and it’s sickening, but you don’t say anything when you walk by.

and when you don’t ever see the kid afterward and catch the dark eyebags under his girlfriend’s eyes, you come to the cruel realization that satoru isn’t the boy who’d bandage the scrape on your knee you got from tripping in the playground or buy you a soda because he’s noticed your sweat when you were walking home and you don’t have any money left on you.

it’s a glass half empty, half full type of situation. on the one hand, you don’t have him anymore. on the other hand, you don’t have him anymore. that is, you lost your best friend, but you’ve also lost someone who has the potential to absolutely ruin your life. and you don’t know whether to be glad or not, so you just mind your own business even if it hurts a little when he ignores you, stops tossing paper at your head in class (unless it’s to embarrass you) and stops walking you to and from school.

but the cherry on top of the shit cake is that he doesn't get it. so when he approaches you in the library one day after satiating the need to tear pages from books and make them into paper airplanes to throw at people, he doesn't seem to understand why you try to ignore him, or put off his attempts to hold a convo. but the worst part is that he's just sleazy and clueless about it. it's like he took an eraser and wiped every single year of your friendship off the chalkboard with one fell swipe, and you wish he'd done that too to the less-than-appropriate messages he and his friends had written towards one of your classmates.

he doesn't understand why you're hesitant to talk, and that's what makes it the worst. he always thinks he's in the right, and he keeps setting you off and it sucks that he knows exactly what sets you off. "i'm an asshole? what're you talking about? really, you're in over your head. you never change." he laughs, and you ignore him, and he gets bored, and he's about to leave when he spots your wallet open next to your book, on the table. there's a polaroid peeking out, and he recognizes the tufts of white hair to be him. but there's a weird feeling in his chest, and he thinks he gets it from you, so he leaves because he thinks you're weird.

and it goes on; you practically become a nobody in satoru's eyes, because of that weird, weird feeling you give him. it's unfamiliar and he's never gotten it before and he doesn't like it. but it's unavoidable when your professor pairs you two for the end-of-term project. and of course, you're ready to do all the work, because that's how it always was between you when you were kids. but sometimes he'd surprise you by helping, and he'd show you that he was actually intelligent just to earn your praise because he liked it. but he ignored you, and you did everything, and it would've been okay if not for his friends egging him on to present your entire project when the day came and leave you with no content for a grade.

that's the first time it hits him: does he really want to do that? but it's not like it'll be the first time; you've always taken the hits for him, because you're naturally smart and you'll pick yourself back up in no time, and you get why he does it, so it'll be okay. so he agrees, and he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you through it, but the nagging weird feeling that blooms in his chest like a pesky weed only grows stronger. that's all his feelings ever seem to do around you.

but before you know it, presentation day swings around. you had coffee this morning (on his card), and you're ready enough to shoot him a small smile that sends his heart a-flutter. so you go up, feeling up to the task and ready until— he starts talking, and talking, and talking, and people don't think that he's taking your words out of your mouth because he's intelligent when he wants to make you praise him and you don't get the chance to get a word in and you notice the guys are laughing and hitting each other's shoulders to themselves in the upper rows and before you know it it's over. people are clapping but moreso they're looking at you and they're whispering— but it's terribly loud and they don't bother to hide it. they call you things that shouldn't bother you but they do anyway, because it's satoru's fault, and you're such a fool for thinking you could have it your way again.

so you leave class early, excusing yourself and ignoring the way your professor gives you a distasteful look and scribbles something next to your name. you're out the door in a second, neglecting your bags and satoru's a little lost because— didn't he just do good? people were clapping, and laughing with him and not at him, but it's attention either way so he doesn't mind. so why do you? why did you look at him like he stabbed you in the back? and his friends are calling his name, and he wishes he could chase after you and do something but he doesn't.

and it's a little sickening what they do next; one of their girls grabbed your bags and tossed it to them, and they've started rifling through it as if they own it, tearing up your shit and dumping everything onto the ground and he's kind of just... glued to the chair by his feelings. his heart feels like it's been patched together and the weird fuzzy feeling he had in his chest that's been cultivating has extinguished to be replaced with something he realizes he's only ever felt when it comes to you— guilt.

he's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize his friend is silently offering him something— nudging his side to get his attention. he takes it without really realizing he moved his hand, and his silent friend with the gauges in his ears and the dark hair gets up and leaves without another word. when satoru looks down, he realizes he's been given your wallet. "the reward for betraying your baby," they call it. like all you're worth is the money in your account.

he's a little curious. that's how he's always been; asking you questions, rummaging through your stuff, laughing sheepishly and shaking it off when you caught him red-handed. so he opens it up, ignoring your sad little cards and the funny look on your license. he's looking for something, subconsciously; but he doesn't find it. there's no white tuft of hair to suggest his presence in your life; just empty black leather. nothing else.

and he doesn't see you after. or the following day. or the following weeks; weeks that turn into months that turn into the end of school and he's graduating but you're not by his side. and neither are his so called 'friends'; the only thing he has to their name is your own ruined friendship. it's a shame; he feels alone. very alone. no fuzzy weird feeling, not even that thing people call guilt. no attention to chase, and connections are ever harder to make. it shouldn'tve mattered that much, right? it was just a presentation. why wouldn't you just come back to him like you always did? were you not still friends...?

but the blood is still on his hands, and he doesn't manage to ever wash it off. guilt has a way of festering; of weighing on the heart 'till there's nothing left to feel or think but unfortunate circumstance and what could've been done differently. it just sucks that he never tried hard enough to keep you from slipping between his grasp. and now, he doesn't even have a polaroid to your friendship's name.

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milo-is-rambling · 9 months

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Quick someone kiss me it’s urgent 🗣️🚨‼️

#someone kisses my forehead and immediately I fall asleep #could u imagine that would be heavenly takes me so long to sleep #I should really put my phone down speaking of but I don’t want to just live in my body bc im in pain and I hurt #and I don’t like it #and it sucks and I hate it but it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine sometimes I’m like do I have real chronic pain or am I just bad at having body #and then I sit weird for three hours and I spend the next day holding back tears and stretching in every way only to still be in pain and #miserable like how I have fun one day I have one good day and my body punishes me #okay two good days. I did push it. I went to the show and watched movies two days ago and yesterday I organized my desk for three hours that #was a lot of moving around and now I know I’m probably gonna spend all of today (later today) in bed swapping ice packs and heat packs and #trying to distract my brain #ugh I hate chronic pain I want to listen to my chronic pain playlist and feel deeply while laying as flat on my back as possible in my #broken mattress with the big dip in the middle #how did I get here from the original post. I love you weed. wish you’d work as a better pain reliever without me immediately going back to #doing big dabs #not like I really stopped dabs but still god cant my body just stop hurting #angry at at all !!!! but it’s fine !!!! we don’t get to choose our bodies I just have to make do !!!

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🥲 a werewolf mercilessly fucking someone while apologizing for being too rough, but not being able to stop. :( pussydrunk werewolves my beloveds…

pussy drunk werewolf. what will he do

Before he even gets you naked your werewolf can smell your yummy pussy from a mile away, he knows when you're wet almost before you do. Poor baby is left licking at your belt begging you to please let him eat you out he promises he'll do a good job :(

It’s only a second after you give your consent that your clothes are shredded with their massive claws. You might be allowed to keep your shirt on if he's feeling generous he only really wants access to your sweet cunt anyways.

His big claws dig into your thighs pushing your legs apart and giving him access to what he's after. It feels like he's trying to fuck you with his tongue the way he digs it into you, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit in his desperate attempt to get his tongue deeper into your cunt.

100% the kinda man to eat pussy for his pleasure, not yours. He doesn't even notice when you cum the first time... or the second. he's just so obsessed with the way you taste, the way you squeeze around his fat tongue.

If he's smart- he'll shove a pillow between his legs to hump. but if he lets his instincts win he'll just pathetically buck his hips into the air while he eats you up.

Really the only way to get him to come up for air is to beg him to knot you. Tell him that you need to feel his cock where his mouth is.

"Are you sure you can take it? you were so tight around my tongue and my cock is much bigger..."

He's suddenly sadistic, he'd be happy to eat you out for hours, if you want more than that he's going to need convincing. He won't use his big fingers on you, you have to stretch yourself out for him. Prove how much you want his dick, beg for him to fuck you deep in the parts you can't reach with your pathetic human hands.

Whatever prep work you manage won't be enough. It hurts as he pushes into you, but the sting makes your mouth water. He wasn't planning on giving you time to adjust but you're literally so tight around his cock he can't move. It takes a surprising amount of strength to pull back from the vice-like grip of your cunt. Don't worry sweet thing he'll fuck you loose.

"s-slow down. I can't! it's too much!" you whimpered. But he can't stop now- the way your cunt spasms around him sucks him in, it's like his hips have a mind of their own as he fucks you. His clawed hands fall to your hips pinning you against the bed with his weight. He's so much bigger, so much stronger than you what choice do you have but to take it?

"Sorry, I know- I know it's a lot but-fuck baby you feel so good. I can't stop I'll just cum real quick then we can be done- I'll just knot this tight pussy then I'll feel good-"

His string of apologies soon becomes incoherent babbling and snarling. You feel so good around him that he can't help but give in to his instincts. And his instincts are telling him to pound you until you go colorblind.

He leans down and licks your face, drinking your tears of overstimulation before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder- through the shirt he let you keep on back when he just wanted to eat your pussy.

"sorr- sorry- fuck I'm sorry baby-" he cries out in warning as his thrusts pick up speed and he forces his knot inside your already full cunt as his seed pours into you.

Even as his cock goes soft and his knot goes down he doesn't pull out, he keeps his hips flush against yours as he holds you close. your pussy just feels too good to leave. so warm and perfect for him.

He'll give you a little time to catch your breath- maybe he'll even let you fall asleep but if you do just know you'll wake up with his tongue deep in you once again.

#werewolf #monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #werewolf boyfriend #werewolves #monster #werewolf smut #werewolf x reader #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader smut #fem reader

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