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a-b-riddle · 2 days

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #angst #grovel #jealousy

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hannie-dul-set · 3 days

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EXTENSION: AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING.

p — LEE JENO x female! reader. g — gang leader! jeno, actress! reader, humor, tension tension tension, jeno realizes his type in women after getting kidnapped by his celebrity crush. w — swearing, kidnapping, crime in general. 1.4k words.

note — part 2 to an unlikely fanmeeting. to the anon who said that they envisioned eric from tbz as the ex boyfriend, this one's for u. enjoy.

a swoosh on the top. a loop at the bottom. two slopes intersecting before breaking of to scratch a little heart at the tail end. the ink is red. it’s always red.

“is this all?”

you remove the cardstock from the table, and with a sharp movement you snap your arm straight, presenting it to him. jeno looks at your signature— with the pretty loops and all, but he smacks his tongue in disappointment. there’s an impatient twitch on your brow as you eye him, waiting seated on the other side of your desk. jeno snatches the autographed card, “of course not," then tucks it into the chest pocket of his no longer damp shirt.

there’s a clench of your jaw, a tightening of your stare. your eyes stopped quivering even since starting the deal. a shame, because jeno had a lot of fun backing you into a corner.

still, he likes seeing you mad too— sharp gaze, knitted brows, lips on the verge of a sneer— almost foreign to the gentle and sweet expressions natural to your features. there’s no mix of melancholic blue like when you’re acting out a scene. this one’s impersonal, like you’ve got no shits to give. it’s red. all red.

jeno prefers red.

he leans a little closer. your annoyance shifts to suspicion. he rests an arm on your desk, shifting his weight to it. a single tap on the stack of blank cardstock. “i need a couple bit more,” he says, a quirk of the lips. “my boys like you a lot, too.”

a pause. then a sigh. you roll your eyes and shoo him off your personal space with a wave, to which he hums and obediently follows, and while the scratches of pen against paper fill your office space, jeno takes the once in a lifetime opportunity to snoop around a celebrity’s room.

the whole is flushed with dark mahogany, a singular lamp illuminating the area from the ceiling. there’s a case lined with countless trophies and plaques and certificates and awards. there’s a wall with a giant poster of your face on it. he flits his eyes over to you on the desk, blank faced as you sign each layer of cardstock one by one like a machine, then back to the bigger version of your face on the wall, smiley-eyed and innocent.

there’s a laugh trying to claw out of his throat. he spins his heels and returns to your desk.

“wait," he says, interrupting you from finishing the last card on the pile. your hand jerks to a stop. you look up at him, what now? on your expression. jeno is pretty sure he’s done a negative amount of good things to deserve seeing all these different kinds of faces from you. “can you put park jisung on that one?”

“what?”

“nice kid. a little clumsy. good with the bat,” jeno answers and you look like you could care less. “he cried three times watching sunwater. give him a little treat.”

you, once again, let out a exhale and continue writing with a rather aggressive scribble, ending the note with a pressure-pointed dot in the bottom right corner. “happy?” you deride.

he hums, “that’s not the attitude of someone who wants something from me,” and slides the stack of cards to his side of the desk, collecting it between his hands and slides them in between each other with a shuffle. “but anyhow, let’s get to talking.”

“finally.”

three loud taps on the table as he sets down the autographed cards. jeno takes the plush seat in front of your desk and drags it closer.

“you want us to abduct your ex boyfriend.” you affirm. “who is it? the eric sohn guy i keep seeing you on the news with?” a look of judgement overrides your expression. jeno simply shrugs. you can’t blame him for the fact that your face and name is everywhere.

“whatever,” you sigh. “anyway, yes, i want that bitch back here. he ran away to japan after i caught him fucking shin yona two days before our god damned anniversary.”

“damn. his loss.”

“the fucker knows i can’t run after him because my schedule is packed this week. one of which is an ad shoot with the bitch yona, by the way. if she doesn’t pull out voluntarily, i’ll see to it that she does.”

you sure do swear quite a lot. “i think i’ve seen her before. was it firefly? i don’t know, that movie was crap.”

again, with the look of heavy judgement. makes him want to keep egging you on on purpose.

“i get it that you’re a fan, but this isn’t a god damned fanmeeting, you know.”

jeno looks at you, a ghost of a grin on his lips. “does your company know you act like this?”

“of course not, how’d you think i stayed in the industry for so long if i don’t know how to act fake,” you roll your eyes. “back to the point. eric sohn. japan. can you bring him back here?”

“consider it done,” he says. his phone is out. you returned his shit earlier after wrapping things up in the basement. he then keys in a couple texts to a few contacts, eyes flickering between you and the screen. “and then what do you want? how badly do you wanna see him ruined? a few broken ribs and bruises? ‘til his face is unrecognizable? or—”

jeno closes his phone and drops it back into his pocket. he leans forward to get a better look at your face.

his voice is low, quiet, and hushed, yet pulls down the air into the ground with a gravity heavier than that of the earth’s.

“want him dead?”

silence permeates the room. he can’t read the thoughts running inside your pretty little head— save for the inkling that you don’t find his last suggestion the very least bit appealing.

“are you stupid? don’t you dare fucking touch him.”

your voice is aghast— offended. well, what did he expect. you might’ve acted the entire night like you had little to no regard to violence and the law— sending a bunch of men to kidnap him and all and waking up tied in a shady basement inside your own home, a few suspicious materials here and there, that’s got him thinking you’ve got graver intentions than a simple splash of water and a probably slap in the face.

“i only asked you to bring him to me and nothing more. don’t get ahead of yourself.”

but maybe there’s still a line that you you’re not willing to cross.

“what’s the point if i don’t get to fuck him up myself?”

jeno feels a rattle in his bones.

he drills his eyes into you— your face, devoid of any jest or hint of hesitation. it’s all red and raw reprehension.

“what? the hell are you staring at?”

the words tumble out of his lips before he knows it.

“think you could let me watch?”

there’s a pause. it’s cold and quiet in your office. you’re looking at him like he just desecrated your parents graves. in jeno’s defense, you put the image in his head and his mouth doesn't have the safety on. when he doesn’t take it back, you sigh, place a set of fingers on your temple, and say, “get the job done first before making any extra requests.”

well, that’s not a no at the very least.

“i’ve already made my payment so you better see to it that you accomplish your end of the deal.”

eyes flicker to the thin stack of autographed cards. he gets up from the chair with a rattle and takes it off the desk. “you sure about this, doll?” he asks, gaze flitting back to your face. “if word gets out, you’d be pretty much kissing your career goodbye, you know.” and after receiving your payment, he sets his arms down on the surface, leaning forward, grabbing taking out the red pen you’ve been using and scribbling his contact information on a spare sheet of paper.

he drops the pen with a clatter and takes a look at your expression.

“that’s fifteen years down the drain.”

you look like you’re tired of his shit.

“if word gets out that means you’re crap at your job,” you sneer, slapping your hand over the note as he finished writing. you slide it over to you with a screech. “didn’t you say you could handle this better than the incompetent fucks that brought you here?”

you’re looking up at him like you’re looking down, eyes snapped up, expectant and unforgiving.

jeno puts his hands up in a surrender, a sliver of a smile playing on his lips.

“you got it.”

AN UNLIKELY FANMEETING. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

#jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #jeno x you #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct drabbles #nct au #jeno au #nct dream x you

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xmissrogersx · 1 day

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“Because it’s pink” | Joel Miller

tags: Post-Outbreak. Fluff. Domesticy.

a note from me: yes, again i inspire myself in gilmore girls. Every time i see Lorelai and Luke is like “i need to write this like is in Jackson right now”

my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

pris masterlist

-¡Paris! —I woke up with a start and turned my head in shock to see Ellie at the door.

-Hi, hey...

-What are you doing?

-Having a heart attack —I leaned back on my pillow.

-I'm going to be late for the presentation, ¡it's 7:15!

-No, it's 5:45...

-¡Paris, it's 7:15!

-No, Ellie for God's sake, I set the alarm clock to go off... —she took my watch from the bedside table showing me the time.-It's 7:15, I don't understand how it didn't ring, I swear I set it....

-7:16 —she said behind me.

-I had to take some sheets to Maria, I was going to get my clothes ready to go to your presentation and now I have to iron them and...

-7:17...

-You know what, time lady, why don't you go make some coffee and buy some time? —she came down the stairs, while I was trying to find my boots and fix my hair a little.

-Notes, decorating for the stage, looking for music...

-¡7:18! —she shouted from the dining room.

-¡Oh for the love of God! —I finished getting dressed.-It’s the last time i accept something just because it's pink.

Ellie was in the kitchen with what to carry for the recital under her arms. I grabbed my cup of coffee and drank some. I was going to pour it into my little thermos, but it was nowhere to be found.

-Shit, Joel's taking it to work —I remembered, smacking my forehead.-Never mind, I'll ask Maria. Okay, ready? —we ran to the door.

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-It’s done.

Joel along with other Jackson men were finishing building the library.

-Big brother —Tommy exclaimed when he saw him.-I didn't remember you being such an early riser.

-It has to be finished, doesn't it?

-Sure, you must have a very important reason for wanting to finish quickly —laughed the dark-haired man as he saw Joel's familiar scowl.-Really, it's good to see you happy again.

-She loves to read, it's the least I can do.

-Really? From what you showed me you have in your pocket, that's not all you want to do —he smiled, to which the elder Miller sighed.

-What if she really doesn't want to? What if she ends up realizing she missed an opportunity to be with someone her own age?

-Is this the same woman we're talking about? She went up against a bunch of crazies to get you penicillin and save your life. She crossed the country from one end to the other dealing with your sour ass, and yet she looks at you with an adoration I've never seen before.

Joel smiled softly as he remembered how he left this morning and seeing her sleeping peacefully with one of his shirts covering her breasts and torso. He had to restrain himself from waking her up and ripping it off himself.

-What the...?

His brother snapped him out of his trance as he saw the two people who occupied his entire world speeding across the street.

-¡Paris, the violet leaves! —Ellie exclaimed as she watched them slip.

-Shit! —said the blonde to duck, trying to keep the other things she was carrying from slipping.

-She's a little nervous, isn't she?

-Lately a little bit, in the last few days. The other night we were watching a movie and she was a little dizzy, and she said it must have been dinner. I can't stand to see her like that.

-Dizzy? You mean with dizziness and vomiting?

-A little, maybe, why?

Tommy was still shocked that his idiot brother didn't realize what was happening.

-What?

-You need to talk to her, now. Go, I'm still here —he practically pushed him out of there.

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-We're here! I'm really sorry I'm late... —I said, putting my things on the tables.-My alarm didn't go off.

-Everything is under control, since I know you are a perfectionist beforehand and I don't want you to stress yourself, especially at this moment —I stopped in my tracks because of the last thing she said.

-Why did you say that?

Maria turned to me and took my hand.

-Paris, I realized it two weeks ago, but I wanted you to confirm it for me.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes still unable to articulate a single word.

-So, how long exactly?

-I couldn't tell you an exact date...

-Of course, it's true, there's no way you could be in the same room for 5 minutes without jumping on each other —I covered my mouth to contain my astonishment and lightly hit her arm.

-¡Maria!

-Please, girl, next time for the love of the children here, close the blessed bedroom windows.

Our laughter flooded the place, plus my face was about to explode in the full range of red colors. I was thankful Ellie wasn't near us and had heard.

-Darlin'.

-Hi, cowboy —he put his hand on my waist to bring our lips together. Shit, and it had only been 3 hours since we'd seen each other and I was already missing being in his arms.

-Are you okay, don't you feel sick? —he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

-Why do you ask? —I saw how he looked at me with fearful eyes. I took his face and looked into his beautiful brown eyes.-Babe, I'm fine, what's wrong?

-The last few days you've been nauseous, and I know it's not your stomach because we both know you and Ellie have it made of iron, baby.

I sighed, pulling the air out of my lungs, releasing some of the pressure I was feeling, as if I needed to finally say the sentence stuck in my chest.

-I'm pregnant.

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hellixo-dev · 8 months

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update...

i am not dead. been grinding on the game a bit. i also finished days 7 and 8 of the script and will put them in game soon...the full playable beta build will come in november and i am looking for testers (feel free to ask), but i think i wanna release the final, public version on June 1st for pride month (homoseuxal meter adam and steve)! that will give me plenty of time to make it presentable i think.

#this shit takes time but i will finish it i swear #i finished the Eva cosplay which i never thought i'd do and it's rlly almost done i've just been busy with school #i wrote a lot on my trippey to take my bro to school but i lost all inspiration #fear of burnout #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #t2d2 #rpg maker #rpg maker horror #i t c o u n t s #i feel a bit guilty for saying it will come in november but i knew that shit wasn't gonna be done oof #done to an extent but not DONE DONE #burakhovsky

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memen18-m5r3 · 7 months

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it's fun to look back on old designs sometimes ^^ esp when it's the same character

i'm certainly putting a lot more thought into them now. and details XD

also, toxic old men yaoi

#i sooo wanna gush about new designs but 😔 i still have stuff in need of designing #i swear guys uncanny valley babyfaced bing makes sense. i swear it does i just. can't show it now shfadjkfhasjkf #big sabbat post coming on AU blog sometime...in the future XP #okay i'm hoping it won't take super long #also i really need to finish that silly music video for tord's theme #WHY SO LITTLE TIME IN A DAY I NEED 400 HOURS TO FINISH ALL MY SHIT

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gazelessmenagerie · 6 months

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Ready to have some fun?

#|| Tag: OOC #( me @ mysefl: Finish Mig's page and rework Gabe's you hooligan. Add more things too to other muses / OC's )#( my brain meanwhile: Heehoo.. I want to torment my sib by writing this guy for fun )#( I feel like I'm just gonna do my own take based on how hard I got my ass kicked by him today bc he released for a day on OW)#( I can't play him for shit but I can support him asdlfjg )#( someone stop me. )#( I swear if I wasn't so tired from work all the time. I'd be doing some things on this blog but shh )#( dont look at me. I'm making bad decisions on my writing life )

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skrunksthatwunk · 8 months

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AGGGHGJJZJJZJZHZGZJZMKKCJJXJXJ

(^^ just finished yakuza 0 for the second time)

#IM SO FUCKING NOT NORMAL OR OKAY ABOUT THSI SHIT. AAAAAAAA #killing. shitting myself #i fuckign bit my hand at the end of the majimako scene when hes walking away AOUUGHHH #i bit it too hard though owiee #im so glad my roommate is out rn so i can freely lose my cool #oughh #when sagawa lights majimas cigarette and one of the first scenes is majima lighting his in typical deferential fashion #but sagawa lights it like an equal #also still not over the suit discussion in serena. AUGHHHH FUCKKK #and the whole “even if it takes me my whole life i swear ill pay you back nishiki' GOD FUCK ME JUST. NNNNGHHHHHHGJKSJSJS #KILL ME NOW RGG STUDIOS #AAAAGGGHHGGGAHGAG #guh. ough.hh #anyway watching the shibusawa stage transitions made me think of making an rgg gay sex comp #but like it's just fighting moments that are particularly 🤨 or 😳 yknow #also eee im so excited to be done w zero bc like #1) i wanted to replay all the games i have + play the judgments this summer and i uh. didnt even finish zero :p #2) i really wanted to get to the non prequel games tbh thate the vibe ive been craving so this is good #and i only spent half the time i did last run on this!! 78 hr personal best omgg <3 #rgg

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iwillpunchyouinthenose · 1 year

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[WIP] The training ends when someone breaks a bone

#Im sorry Yuuji SHFHSJDH #its just so much fun to draw them training #aka Maki beating the shit out of Yuuji #I SWEAR IM ACTUALLY FINISHING MY WIPS #Im just taking my sweet time #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk #yuuji itadori #maki zenin #my art #bat trash

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c-130jsuperhercules · 6 months

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get me out this house man

#my sister is practicing her stupid fucking trombone #and apparently she can't do that without fucking losing her complete fucking shit and throwing a tantrum #bc she can't play notes or whatever #like. she is fucking screaming sobbing swearing at the dogs swearing at herself because she can't quite hit a note first or second try #and she does this all the fucking time!!!! she does this just about every week night and i can't take her throwing a bitch fit every night!!#and i refuse to feel bad for her in any way bc she is doing all this shit to herself ive seen her have a breakdown because she #VOLUNTARILY CHOSE to be in different bands and orchestras and chamber groups and then loses her shit bc she can't #be good at all the music she has to practice at once. and then every time after she finishes crying she chooses to keep doing this #and then i suffer for it!!! i have to share a house with them!!!!#every other night the upstairs living room is just off limits bc they'll scream at you #like. god. shut the fuck up!!!!!! please!!!!! shut the fucking fucking fuck up!!!!!!!!!!!

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keii · 1 year

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Is there an explanation on why I was able to draw faster back then compared to now? Was it because I had to draw a lot for uni and then in my spare time I also drew, so it was just out of habit? Is it because I'm more critical of my work now than before where I just drew for the sake of drawing something? So now that I've been out of uni, I want to draw things outside of my comfort zone? I think I just answered my own question LOL I think it's because I don't want to just limit myself to character portraits and I've been working more on experimenting on different styles... Whereas back then I think I drew faster because I didn't really go outside of what I already knew. Not only that, but I would draw for the sake of posting on social media! Not because I enjoyed what I was posting. Now that I distanced myself from posting consistently from social media, I don't have that mentality of wanting to place my self worth as an artist based on how it's received online. I just draw what I think is fun! And tbh I have a healthier relationship with my art ever since. I think that's it... With that being said... I can't wait to get my own space so I can draw without any interruption.

#the thoughts that plague my mind when i'm taking a long ass time to finish something LMFAOO #i want to finish it NOW but i want it to look GOOD...#see the crazy thing was that back then i would draw from early in the morning to late into the dead of night #i don't have that luxury here bc... i live w other family #but when i move i only have my schedule to abide to so i can work on my own time!!#pls... first half of the year i'm outta here #also idk why but i randomly decided to revisit that old vampire show Angel bc the intro had always been stuck in my head #i remember watching it when i was younger but don't remember SHIT about it #besides their vampire versions looking... like that... and a guy had a cactus face #i actually remember a scene where the cactus dude died... right.. i think he did #that's all i remembered #and this makes me want to rewatch buffy bc i used to watch that too!#tho i don't remember shit about it either #besides an episode where buffy was invisible?? and like i think the blonde vampire guy... was he a vampire... named spike??#they were sleeping together and someone came in and was wondering why #spike was naked underneath a blanket and he said he was doing push ups LMFAOO #WAS THAT A THING I SWEAR IT WAS #idk why i've been in a nostalgic mood lately for old shows #i look forward to just watching these shows in my own room without headphones #x #shrekeii

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ussfuckterprise · 2 years

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I'm going to cry. I've had TWO videos almost fully done for two/three weeks, but university is throwing so much shit on me I don't have time to work on them even on weekends. Fuck.

#sorry to anyone waiting for the lay all your love on me video it is two thirds done but i can't find the time to finish it yet 😭#i swear this shit's non-stop #i have to do two essays for portuguese one essay for arabic several readings for spanish #and that doesn't even take into account the group project i spent a whole day doing yesterday and the linguistics exam i have in two weeks #i am going to throw myself off a cliff #sorry for the ranting but i just fucking can't with all this

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muslim-flint · 2 years

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the inherent loneliness of watching nge. on a first level, because im a virgin,

#but fr what is in this show. whats in it. theres only 26 eps why tf is is taking me Years to finish it #i swear theyre lying those eps are NOT 20 mns long . they feel like forever #and like not in a bad way!!!its just that. insane shit happens. sometimes its funny. and then all of a sudden a fucking line will pierce u #str8 thru the chest. and then it just goes on djfjd #IM ONLY HALFWAY THRU BRUH....then the goddamn movies. im excited tbh im ngl #also i stay away from the fandom bc of spoilers but ive seen both super funny shit and breathtaking edits #like u gotta give it to em the visuals are simply gorgeous its a very sensory stimulating anime. i like that #anyweh time to sleep but I'll say it again. love for me that im in my anime era fr #rizcore #nge

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lizardlizz · 2 years

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#love being so stressed and overwhelmed #and getting sick on top of that is not helping #the best part is i have more work than usual and now that i'm getting sick NO ONe wants to take my shift #and the boss isn't here since she's on semester so we're all kind of in charge #and i'm just trying to balace an insane increase of work hours #with finishing cosplay #along side dance practice #and there's just so much and so little time #i mean the cosplay part is my fault for not starting sooner but i swear to god i know and it doesn't help #so instead i'm here on tumbler ranting about this shit bcuz idk what to do #also everyone else at work wants me to take over their shifts but refuses to take mine #except one who's trying to take at least a few of my hours even if he's busy #but like i just want a small break man #i've been so overwhelmed and had so many emotional breakdowns the past week and i can't i hate it here #i hate i wasn't earlier about getting more of my semester days out before it's too late and EVERYONE has multiple weeks except me #i have one week the entirety of summer #everyone else gets like 2 or more in a row but sike i do not #wish i was suprised but i'm not #cant wait to work tomorrow while sick just to get one day off and then go back to work #i have like 8 days off work before con and most of my work days are 9 hour shifts now #and after 9 hours you don't have the energy to do anything #i'm just so fucking tired of this let me get one day to just chill and not get overwhelmed and have breakdowns

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crest-of-gautier · 5 months

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in my silly little delusions i am manifesting a second squiffer kit to be shadowdropped onto us next season because i love my wife. i don't think that'll actually happen so instead i will be manifesting enperry dualies to have inkjet which is my favorite special ever!!! i need to get my dualie game strong so that i can channel yosuke hanamura from persona 4 on the nintendo switch 🎸🎸🎸 (CRUNCHY HARMONICA)

#lizz.txt #need to make it known that i am the bearer of the curse and i will be misrepresenting yosk in splatoon 3 #i usually forget dualies exist most of the time but ngl i would learn the weapon class for him #yosuke hanamura plays splatoon 3 'asmr' youtube video when /s #also im half convinced i'll say that enperry will have inkjet as a reference to splat 2 and then BOOM #it gets some shit like reefslider. please dont. that would make it three dualies with reefslider and i dont like that.#sighs i like the silly squid game a lot i swear i play other games!!#me playing non-splatoon like 'wow this is so fun!!' (plays for 2-3 hours on one day) (takes a month to pick it up again even if i like it)#and in that entire month im still sploon-ing...#maybe i should try to finish the second labryinth for pq by the end of the year... LMAO

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sant-riley · 6 months

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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