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exsqueezememacaroni · 1 year

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a a...are...are we not going to talk about this unhinged show in which Mike is wearing a tiny ass crop top?!?!?!

#mike patton #tomahawk band #i mean i know im like 21 years late but?!?!?#weeping sobbing gnashing my teeth #etc #tomahawk in melbourne at the palace 2002

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recents · 8 months

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they’re cats and therefore valid but purely from an aesthetic standpoint oh my god i hate sphinx cats so much sorry for being correct sorry. no bald pussy ever

#bg3 tag #he looked so cute as a persian with his fucked up whiskers #weeping sobbing gnashing my teeth

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autokrates · 2 years

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[[ every day of my life I suffer bc writing face to face interactions with this fish is a constant cycle of being surprised at how flirtatious they can come across when they're trying to be friendly, but if I try to tone it down they come across ice cold and disinterested, so I rewrite a response seven times to get the correct level of Friendly But Not Too Friendly

#ooc #sobbing weeping wailing gnashing my teeth #They want to be friendly so bad it makes them look stupid #shoutout to all the muses who tolerate the nonsense

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theassassinnovice · 2 years

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Feeling personally victimized by the writing in malevolent making me go insane

Its the desperate attempts to be better against all odds for me

#sobbing weeping gnashing my teeth #malevolent podcast

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edgelordfucker · 1 year

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Im so booooooooreddddddd the only thing I have to do at work today is time consuming and repetatiiiiiiiiiiiveeeeeeee

#screaming into the void #im sobbing and weeping and vigorously gnashing my teeth

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litlecreacher · 2 years

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in agony because my local art gallery that regularly does community stuff and has really affordable workshops/resources only ever schedules stuff at like. the exact times im working.

#creature.txt #they have a live figure drawing class #which is one of the things i miss most from my college art classes #but they only do it twice a week and both times overlap perfectly with my work schedule #specifically the Not Popular Hours that i am specifically hired to do cuz i dont mind being in later/on weekends #tho i guess that means i will simply never be able to attend the art classes #weeping and sobbing and gnashing my teeth

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hoshigray · 1 year

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Just thinking about hate sex with Toji and how fucking exhilarating yet unforgiving it would be to experience such a thing with that man.

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn my bad) A little something for y'all so I can whip up something in my drafts to celebrate 50+ followers and getting 1k notes on my daddy toji drabble!! Tysm again for the love!!! :')))

Cw: mean dom! Toji x fem! reader - spanking (1x) - doggy style then switch to missionary position - degradation (Toji calls you a "lil' girl," "bitch," and "ho") - pet names (dollface, baby, baby cakes, sweetheart) - Toji biting your shoulder - slight bondage; the reader has their hands tied behind them - the reader feels humiliated while Toji is his cocky egotistic self - mention of blood.

Wc: 575

Toji's so ruthless with you. Your face's kissing the cold floor, hands tied behind your arched back for Toji to do whatever he wants with your ass on full display.

The pace of his hips is so absurdly harsh your legs feel as if they're about to give way, and you can do nothing but receive his irrational treatment. You can feel his dick use your swollen cunt like a toy, his girth stretching your poor southern lips, and it hurts along with the merciless rhythm.

You try not to cry as tears prickle under your eyelids. The fucker of a man already has you in a humiliating position, and his hands leave crescent markings from his fingers on the side of your hips. Seeing your face in tears is the last thing he needs to see.

Toji bends down to your ear, his body weight pressing down on yours, and it has to take you biting your lip hard to suppress a moan from your lips. The taste of blood sits on your taste buds.

"What's wrong, dollface?" The husky voice almost makes you squeeze hard on his cock. God, you hate this man so fucking much. "You were talkin' some high and mighty shit not too long ago, where'd that pretentious bitch go? Wanna — hnngh! Shit, shit… Wanna hear that sweet voice again."

You peer at him through your shoulder. The aggrieved glare isn't taken seriously by the older man. "Hmph, pretentious? Quite a big word, didn't think a brute like you knew i- Iiiyaaaaah!!!"

A hard smack to your ass has you gasping for air, followed by your pussy gripping his manhood, and Toji has to use your shoulders as leverage to not cum in haste. You feel as if you can't breathe with all this pressure and weight on top of you. A tear finally comes down from your face and smears onto the ground.

"I'm not playin' games with you, ho." Toji gnashes his teeth and draws downward to bite your shoulder blade, earning an ear-piercing shriek from you. That outta teach ya a lesson. "Got anythin' else smart to say, lil' girl?"

You can't fight the tears at this point, letting them slide down your pretty face. The pathetic and humiliating atmosphere clouds your senses so much so that crying is the only thing left to do.

"Hic…N-No…" Your sobs come out naturally, and you do what you can to hide your face from Toji.

That didn't seem to be in your favor because he heard the weep, bringing himself up to switch your position. Your front is now facing him as he can see the tear-stricken face, and the glare you give him is through squinted eyes filled with anger and misery, proof that your dignity is broken.

Toji whistles and smirks. "Heh, if you could see the look on your face, baby. I'd love to have a picture of it in my wallet."

"F…Fuck you." Your spat with words that still possess venom, even if you're physically restrained.

"News flash, baby cakes:" An unforeseen thrust has you yelp aloud, so harsh and savage that your back arches towards Toji. He sneers. "Already am."

His pace returns at its relentless tempo, his dick bullying your insides, and you moan in helpless whimpers. Toji leans down to grab your face before he kisses you to shut your cries. "And I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it, sweetheart."

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Again, tysm for the support!! It really fills my heart when y'all like my stuff, and I hope to continue writing things I like~~

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 7 months

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Lullabye for A Princess (Ponyphonic)

Lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine/Rest now in moonlight's embrace/Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth/Through cloud, and through sky, and through space/Carry the peace and the coolness of night/And carry my sorrow in kind/Luna, you're loved so much more than you know/Forgive me for being so blind

"SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP WEEPING AND GNASHING OF TEETH I CAN'T WITH THIS SONG. It's more well known for the animation that was made to it but OW THE SONG ENOUGH FUCKS ME UP BAD. Imagine being in charge of raising and lowering the sun and moon EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR A THOUSAND YEARS after you had to BANISH YOUR OWN LITTLE SISTER TO THE MOON. The story in the MLP show is sad enough already but this song adds so much more depth to it and it's fucking heartbreaking. Just fucking imagine having to face that you failed the person you loved most 365,250 times. SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND AND FIVE HUNDRED TIMES IF YOU COUNT SUNRISES TOO. Either side of this tale is just impossibly fucking sad. And then it got set to the most hauntingly beautiful musical arrangement ever."

Human After All (Daft Punk)

We are human, after all much in common, after all/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human after all/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human, human/Human, human, human after all

"Daft punk is only band that can have multiple songs with literally the same lyrics over and over and it can still make me so fucking emotional over it. no song like it its just absolutely brilliant the rhythm the lyrics the double meaning of the robots being human after all that and were all human through our differences the everything"

Human After All submitted by @disneys-blog-with-a-blog

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #ponyphonic #daft punk

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bumblingest-bee · 2 months

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rehearsing the reprise of tradition from the chorus offstage after tevye rejects chava. shrieking. sobbing. on the ground. pounding the floor. trembling. weeping and gnashing my teeth.

#bee posts nonsense #fiddler on the roof #it’s so haunting

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just-a-carrot · 5 months

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ohh since we're gettin' literary in the askbox I will send an out of pocket Nietzsche quote that I associate with OW: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh… must return to you—all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’ Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: ‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!" :D

weeping at OW being associated with all this literary stuff I shall sob 😭 I'm not sure my words could hold a candle to words like this DJDJDJD I'm really touched that you would make such an association 🥺💕

thank you for sharing!! I know basically no nietzsche I will confess lol

#ask: ow

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junomore · 1 year

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i feel rage

in honor of the times we live in: i feel rage

I feel rage

I feel rage for my mother, who had an abortion when she was barely in her twenties. The Woman plagued by misogyny and mistrust from the start, a painful torture “gifted” to her by her father. Who’s mother said “if you weren’t such a slut, your father wouldn’t touch you”.

I feel rage against my father, who beat her and lied in another woman’s bed while I was in my mother’s womb. Who’s side the police took when my mother had enough, and brandished a golf club in self defense. “Do you want us to haul your ass to prison?” Was said to my mother, the bloodied, bruised, and battered Woman.

I feel rage

I feel rage for my sister, who never announced the sins and crimes done unto her body until I shared my own. “I’ll have to drive outside of the state to get a new IUD, they are shutting down the planned parenthoods here” she says with an annoyed sigh, she’s been fighting this too long, she can’t give another ounce of care, else she’ll break.

I feel rage

I feel rage for the grandmother I never got to meet. Who’s history isn’t spoken too much about. But the story of a glacial storm in Wisconsin, her slippers in the snow while her heart iced over as she stared at her eldest son. “You will not come into this house” she speaks, knowing the woman he shared a bed with was not his wife. I wonder if she knew that his sick-ridden relationship with infidelity only began there

I feel rage

I feel rage for my younger self. Who was fresh into high school and hoping for acceptance. Who involved herself into an unrequited love with a boyfriend. “Crazy”,“you’re blowing this out of proportion”, “if you bring this up again, we’re done”, he spat at her, while she sobbed in the passenger seat after finding out his unfaithfulness and hatred towards her. She didn’t know that she deserved better, she believed every word she says.

I feel rage against that boy. Who still speaks ill of me after years of my absence. “She was abusive”, he states, insistent on his innocence and dedication to her. “She was crazy”, his audience nods, unbeknownst of me.

I feel rage that I fell into the trap that my mother fell into. I feel rage that I’m pushed to be ashamed for falling into the trap made for my mother and I. Boys will be boys. Blood-stained teeth behind sickly sweet smiles. Hands made to hold and caress, now bruised and cracked against smooth cheeks and weeping eyes. Hands that split thighs with no care, no delight, only pure greed and hunger. I feel rage that the Woman must feel this dishonor.

I feel rage that he can still run with innocence, knocking teeth together in bars and shout to young girls down the street. He can take away the Woman’s rights and claim purity. “It’s for God”, he claims, but the hypocrisy lies in the crimson children lying in schools, the children violated in foster homes, and the children who are still lacking their formula.

“Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.” But dare they be a daughter or get in the way of their wealth, they shall be sent for slaughter.

I feel a rage that is so deep and innate. This gift is mistaken for no Goddess but a God. She carried and groomed, sobbed and ached, loved with blood and insides. Disgustingly ravishing in the aftermath, she lies, knowing her effort will be rewarded to God. Is this what Mary felt?

I feel a rage that is thrashing, a gnashing of teeth. A sight so vulgar and unclean, God would turn away. I want to maim and slaughter for my daughter, who I don’t wish to carry into this world. I don’t want her to feel this rage, a caged animal. I want to ruin, my velvet gloves around their iron throats. I want to look before Lilith and pray for her honor. I want to fight for victory, so I can sit at the throne and sit with peace. I want to vomit up this rage and place it on the mantle, settled in newer times, my rage a distant memory.

I no longer want to feel this rage, but I must recognize my weapon in this battle for peace

#roe v wade #roe vs. wade #womens rights #reproductive health #reproductive rights #reproductive justice #feminism #inequality #democracy #politics

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pellelavellan · 2 months

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The Journals of Pelle Lavellan

24 Haring, 9:40 Dragon

I have not slept for days. I would have thought my restless would begin to weigh on my body, make me sluggish. It would appear it is used to exhaustion, and I almost wish it were not so. A racing mind should certainly tire the soul, but mine only begs for it to come up with an answer. It will not rest until it finds one.

My mother's dying wish: stop wasting your life trying to save mine. That was what she asked of me. She never took it back, no matter how much I sobbed and begged her to ask me to stay. I certainly would have if she did. I would have laid there beside her and rotted away with her in each passing day, and prayed that the illness to had stolen her light would take me with her. She believed I was meant for better things than to lay down and die, she always did.

What does she know? Better than I? Or nothing at all. My words may be bold, and my resolve stubbornly clinging to life as it knows of nothing else, but I am not strong. I rather would agree far more than I am quite weak.

I am a liar, a selfish deviant who would refuse himself the calm of doing as he is told in a frivolous pursuit of desire. I am a foolish man who believed if he walked into fire it would not spread and burn the forest with him. Someone who believes that if his knees should buckle holding the weight of the world that it only himself who will suffer and be crushed by the weight too great for him to bear.

I do not know what life it is she thinks I am wasting. The truth is, in those bitter tears I shed as my mother, now blind and still caressing my head with love I knew I should never be given so unconditionally again, that I have fallen out of love with life. It is a stranger to me now.

And yet, life is a lover that I cannot cast aside. It holds onto me no matter how much I kick and scream for it to let me go.

My cousin does not speak to me. I think he knows that I am made of fractured glass, and he won't dare try to repair it. And so we wander, in silence, chasing the pursuits of someone I pretend to be. Someone full of hope, determined to carve change, and write his own path.

But he knows--he knows that if I have to bury another friend I shall climb into their grave with them and bid my farewells to this world. If the gods be kind enough, they will not spit on a gift wasted and curse me to wander it until I learn what it is I've thrown away in anger, weeping as I am forced to watch the beauty I had lost sight of, unable to touch it, damned to feel the agony of desire. A ghost, gnashing his teeth, begging for a release that will never come.

He knows that I haven't the faintest idea what I will find, where I will go, who I am, who I should be. There is something to be said about the loyalty of following the lost until they find their way, but I cannot think of a proverb to describe it. I just hope he knows I see him too, and that his presence means more to me than I could express.

I know nothing of tomorrow, or any day that follows. But I hope I find it.

#{{ his face was like the sun }} headcanons #i may write more of these as inspiration strikes for the content #cw: suicidal ideation #cw: death #cw: depression

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dragonnan · 2 years

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My turn!

11: What do you like best about this fic?: Sed Diabolus

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?Painted Wings and Giant Rings

HOORAAAY!!!

11. Aside from you helping me brainstorm the shit out of it? I love developing the characters - something the MCU quit doing some time ago. I love the deep dives into various individuals and seeing the different paths life could have taken had the MCU not gone the way it did. Funny enough, Wanda and Vision have been two that I've really enjoyed - my absolute favorite moment when they're discussing theology:

“I have studied four-thousand eighty-two hundred religions known to Earth including six-hundred and twenty not formally registered. The defining characteristic shared by all is the existence of an afterlife. Christianity speaks of an immediate transition from death to a rebirth into heaven where one may find all previously deceased family and friends awaiting one's arrival. The Hindu faith believes that the soul can be reincarnated as another being – allowed to exist in a completely different form each time they are reborn. In ancient Egypt it was believed that death was temporary and that one must prepare for the eventual return to life thus the preservation of organs and tissues.” He paused – studied respiration lifting the chest beneath her head. “In none of these faiths, however, did I find a description for my experience. Had I bothered to formulate any standard of belief it would have been the surety that there was no afterlife – that once departed the... engine... which drives life would depart and there would be nothing more. And yet...” his breath stuttered, then, and Wanda sat up to meet his gaze – noting the disquiet on his face.

“Vis?”

He shook his head and produced a smile that was more artificial than he'd ever managed before. “If souls do not exist,” he closed his mouth; pressing tight his lips and blasting a short gust from his nose, “rather, if souls have only finite existence, lost upon the occasion of death, then... how was mine returned? It was not as though time were reversed in which it would merely be a matter of revisiting previous events and changing their outcome but, instead, life was returned where it had been lost. But if there is no soul then how can that be?”

Fingers lifting to his troubled face, Wanda brushed the pads against his cheek – his skin warm beneath her touch.

“When I was a child my grandmother taught us that we have three souls; the Nefesh, the Ruah, and the Neshamah. The first form does not immediately depart but is believed to linger near the body for many days and my grandmother thought that was to allow the recently dead to wish farewell to family who would come to say goodbye. The third form was the soul which would ascend to heaven immediately, to reunite with lost friends and family. The second soul, however, was one which harbored the evil within an individual. It was condemned to torment in the seven tiers of Gehenom. However, even then, it could eventually rejoin the other two parts in paradise unless the soul was truly wicked. Of course my... my brother and I never believed her stories. She would always warn us that if we did not change our ways then all three parts of our soul would suffer the fate of the Ruah and never find their way to heaven.”

Until his knuckle brushed the tear from her face, Wanda had not realized she'd begun to weep. Wiping her other cheek on her shoulder she settled back down on Vision's chest. “There are these... moments... flashes of memory... of a place filled with screaming and horror... and I'm terrified that my grandmother was right. And... and I'm... I wonder if he... if my brother... is there still...” She broke, then, turning her face against him as she sobbed.

14. Don't eat people. Bahahahahahaha!!!! Okay but in a very general sense it was an excuse to whump Shawn in a new and thrillingly disturbing way. My top favorite whump is a combination of physical and psychological and this story was one of the roughest ones I've written in that regard. I'm not sure if it's something I wanted readers to learn as much as it was for myself to discover but, as always is the driving force in my stories, I wanted to see what this situation would do to the character in terms of reshaping him. How would the trauma manifest? How would his personality be changed? What would recovery look like - or could there truly be recovery? And how would family and friends be affected?

Beyond that, I guess another thing I often strive for in my stories is hope (though that doesn't mean I'm opposed to writing tragic pieces but even then I cling to hope in some way). So maybe you could say I would like readers to come away with a sense that even on the darkest days there is still something one can cling to.

9. So this one was inspired from a loooooooong long ago idea that VampKira (another Psych fanfic writer) had shared with me back in the day. Her story involved Shawn's involvement with a woman had more clinical aspects (though also unwelcome). This one, in early planning stages, had started in that direction - with the woman then coming back after a year or so to demand child support for the baby she could unequivocally prove was his. However, that rapidly fell apart for various reasons (not the least of which Shawn is the last person someone would try to bribe child support from - on HIS income???) And while, technically, this story is over I've been trying to assemble the epilogue for, oh I dunno... 5...7 years or so? *cough*

Anyways thank you for the Ask!!

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edgelordfucker · 2 years

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Killing myself irl and online rending my clothes gnashing my teeth we use one (1) program that handles all of our billing and material and it's the worst I'm pretty sure Satan designed it to make me, Mors "Edgelordfucker" [LAST NAME REDACTED], specifically miserable I'm weeping I'm sobbing I'm puking and pissing and laying down in traffic

#screaming into the void #this is work related btw im at my desk rn

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asinglesock · 3 years

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I've been working myself into a state of anxious dread this week over applying to graduate schools, so today I looked up the deadlines and discovered that I would probably fine even if I didn't think about it for another month

#a sock speaks #that would not be ideal but it would probably be manageable #I don't know how many grad schools is a normal amount to apply to #for undergrad I did early application to my first choice and got in so I didn't have to think about it #but like how am I supposed to know?#weeping and sobbing and gnashing of teeth & etc.

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cognitosclowns · 3 years

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NAKXKAKDKAKIDJSJFKSJF KAY SO LIKE I'M IN LOVE WITH BRETT AMD I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. [SOBBING, CRYING, WEEPING, SNOTTIBG, PISSING]

anyways sleepy brett is best brett, poor baby just woke up, all groans and sighs, his pouty frown and hazy eyes only further added onto by you coaxing him out of bed. uugh he'd literally hang off of you as you helped him get ready, huffing and still pouting as you peppered sweet lil kisses all over his tired face

I'm literally crying. help. 🥺💔

GRABS YOU GRABS YOU GNASHING MY TEETH CHARACTERS BEING SLEEPY AND HAPPY IS MY HEROIN

GODD,,,,, his brows get all tight together and he makes that,, Confused Face?? Just halfway between Sad That He's Awake and Trying To Parse What He's Seeing? <3

AND YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE HE GIVES THAT DOPEY SMILE WHEN HE RECOGNIZES YOUR FACEEEE <333

LISTEN,, even Brett has days where he's Lazy And Doesn't Wanna Go To Work. In that case hes just gonna curl up into your warmth (probably under your chin) and quietly mumble about how comfy he is. How soft you are <333 how,, much he just wants to stay in bed with you and order takeout and not be a person for like idk 24 hrs <3

'gonna get up for work?'

'mm.'

"mm?'

"mm >:(((((' before throwing an arm around you and snuggling in.

best way to get him out of bed? Kiss him once, then slowly pull away and make a few kissy noises. He'll just,, Tiredly Fumble his way forward bc >:( he wants a kiss dammit, and then Oh Look He's Out Of Bed. He's Been Positively Bamboozled. Now The Day Actually Has To Start, How Dare You </3

HE GOES SO GOOEY FOR DOMESTIC SHIT OK?? <33 like,, helping to do his tie while he does his belt?? Softly kissing his cheek and maybe,, puttin your hands on his shoulders and swaying to Unheard Music?? GRKKK <3333 HES DONE HES SOFT HES SO IN LOVEEEEE

After a cup of coffee he's His Usual Self but :((((( he's still gonna jokingly pout at you for making him Go To Work Like A Responsible Adult </3

IDK IF ANY OF THIS WAS SENSIBLE THIS WAS JUST,, VVVV CUTE <333 GRK <33

#BRETT HAND X READER #BRETT HAND #SFW #EEE THIS WAS SO FUCKIN CUTE #INSIDE JOB #FLUFF #HES SO SWEET I LOV EHIM SM <333 #USUALLY IM NOT ONE TO FALL FOR HIMBOS BUT #<333 DAMMIT HES REALLY CUTE YALL

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