Do you ever feel like you’re just convenient?
You’re the convenient friend, convenient time pass, convenient relationship, convenient option for everyone.
You’re the person people hang out with because you’re easy, and always eager because you’re always just so desperate to feel wanted and not alone, but really you’re just convenient.
You know you’re not special, and that your spot in their life will be easily replaced and that they’d much rather someone else in their company- but again you’re just convenient. You’re the convenient option. The always available option.
I’m the friend who has best friends but isn’t the best friend. I’m the convenient friend. I’m the lover who falls in love but never the one being loved. I’m just the convenient route.
Im the ‘never says no’ friend. The ‘easy to take advantage of’ friend. The ‘can you do me a favour?’ friend. I’m the ‘useful until no longer of use’ friend. I’m the ‘I want to do something but everyone else is busy’ friend.
I’m the butt of the joke friend. I’m the punching bag friend. The forgotten friend. The one who’s feelings aren’t considered because I’m the ‘she’ll get over it’ friend.
I’m just the easy and convenient friend.
And that’s my own fault, thinking always being available, always being easy and giving more of myself will finally one day deem me worthy in someone’s eyes. Spoiler alert - it doesn’t. I’m still never enough.
I’m the ‘smile through the pain’ friend because being this friend hurts.
2K notes
·
View notes
I don't feel like a real person a lot of the time. It takes all I have to even just exist most days. Everything's overwhelming and exhausting even though I don't do anything.
154 notes
·
View notes
your klance comics got me to watch voltron and inspired my own writing. thank youuuuu they give me so much joy. ive obsessed over them many late nights. your art is appreciated and enjoyed. <3 much love!! also catboys rule
🥺 i'm so happy i could inspire you!! thank you for telling me <333 waaa
82 notes
·
View notes
An Exercise in 'Worthless'
An Exercise in 'Worthless' by glassedplanets
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 26.5k
"I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”
Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.
This is it. This is the first Destiel fanfiction I can remember reading. As such, it would have ALWAYS had a special place in my heart, but this fic is made even more wonderful by the fact that it is a fascinating character study into Dean. As someone who mourns over Dean's criminally low sense of self-worth, it's always lovely to see him gain confidence, as well as an understanding of just how much he is loved by everyone around him.
Dean's crush on Cas is pretty obvious from the start, but Dean tries his best to deny it, mostly because he doesn't think that Cas could ever return his feelings. Cas is delightfully intelligent and awkward, but he's not shy by any stretch of the imagination. He's sarcastic with a dry wit, and you can absolutely see why Dean would fall head over heels for him.
This fic is told from Dean's point of view, and he is, at times, an unreliable narrator. He misinterprets situations and statements, mostly because he has such a low opinion of himself that he doesn't believe that anyone could ever choose him. Throughout this fic, Cas does his best to make Dean understand that not only is he a good person, but that he's also worthy of love, familial and otherwise.
I'm also always a fan of a tattoo shop AU, and this one is phenomenal. The descriptions of Dean and his work are exquisite and you can feel Dean's care and passion throughout every description of his shop.
Though it's not shown explicitly, Dean does describe his past with Alastair, where he was made to hurt people via tattooing them. This guilt forms the basis of a lot of Dean's self-loathing, but it also leads to the fic's climax, where Dean learns how to let the past go and forgive himself.
If you're looking for a great character study of Dean, and you also love watching this oblivious man get everything he doesn't think he deserves, I know you are going to love this fic! 💖
124 notes
·
View notes
I don't talk about Bardock much despite how much I love him.
He's not a cuddly type. He's worse than Vegeta, because even Vegeta can push down his pride just enough to let Bulma (or you) snuggle up to him every once in a while. Bardock doesn't-he just gives you a look of confusion and wariness before taking off with a hasty excuse of training.
But he won't lie to himself. It feels....wrong..that you want to be so close to him.
For Vegeta, he's been around countless others who want to do him harm. Anyone coming close to his personal circle is certain to be up to no good. In the Frieza Force everyone was trying to climb up bodies in order to make their own lives better. It's something he's used to and knows how to deal with.
For Bardock...it;s a bit different.
He had a team. Built up from scrap, with blood, sweat, and tears as the glue. They were people he trusted, Saiyans through and through who wouldn't ever turn on one of their own when the Force was already breathing down their backs. They destroyed together, conquered together, there was nothing else but them in his life.
And now here he is. With you-a weak, bird-boned freak willing to get within arms reach of him. Knowing what he is-what he's done, how many have been slaughtered at his hands. With anyone else it would strike sheer terror at just the sight of him.
But you don't. You push back-some half brained concept of making him calm down because your planet was full of weaklings who couldn't even stand a single punch-you argue, you outright attack him sometimes. If anyone else even tried, he would have reduced them to space dust.
Yet....
You also keep him company when he retreats into the woods for training. You tell him of remote places where he can get away from everything and be truly alone, where the larger reptilian game roams so he can feed himself plenty. You bandaged him when he bled, fed him when he couldn't do it himself.
You're just like......a Saiyan...
But they're gone. All of them. Because he failed. Because he was weak.
He can't just accept your presence. It would be as if he were relinquishing all his drive just to replace what was already lost. He can't let himself be distracted.
Yet he can't ignore himself when he glances to the side, expecting your surprised face when he tears into a mountain with his own hands, and cringes at the deep emptiness inside as he finds nothing but rubble.
44 notes
·
View notes
Sometimes I feel like I go above and beyond for people to make up for the fact that I’ll never be good enough and in hopes that it’ll distract them enough so they don’t notice and leave.
90 notes
·
View notes